life in color photo.

I have a lot to be thankful for. One of those things is being a homeowner in Eastern New Mexico. Well, OK, let's be honest . . . I don't actually own the home, but the man I'm going to marry does . . . technique only.

I'm maintaining it to the best of my abilities and have been working on keeping it as clean as a two-cat household can be. With that said, I did recently take down the display of empty booze bottles that lined the kitchen cupboards, save a few that are "decorative" now AND the growlers, of which my fiance is very proud (and has every right to be). I may also have taken a slight lady liberty and replaced the bikini-girl pin-up with a calendar of my nieces. I meannnn, it's November so the other calendar was coming down soon anyway, right?

The following pictures sum up a lot about my past month as a solo bird in New Mexiland. While awaiting the return of my favorite capitan, I've managed to fill the time with an ample amount of weirdness. Enjoy.

First, I made an almost inapprpriate amount of salsa using the peppers I pulled from our garden.

Stella watched. Note the football game on the TV in the background. This has become my life. No complaints.

While driving to Denver for Halloween, my roommates and I tried to make lightning bolts to attach to my "lightning bug" costume . . . and this is what happened. Our three college educations apparently mean nothing in the world of lightning bolts.

I had an all-expense-paid trip to fabulous Roswell, NM.

. . . which was sufficiently weird.

I drove to Santa Fe and back twice to get these bad boys set up. Rawr. Also? I cleaned out the garage.

Aaaand today I asked my neighbor if he'd help me fix the fence. This is all thanks to the wonderful 50 mph gusts we get on a daily basis. The good news is George and Stella were out in full force to scope the scene. They were a huge help. Like I said . . . I'm maintaing it to the best of my abilities. I guess what Mother Nature had in mind was a little different.

I love the life of a busy bee.