It's almost 2011. What are your resolutions for the new year? I honestly never really make any. I just try to do the same shizz every year: stay healthy (ish), surround yourself with good people/good times, laugh, live, love. You know, ingredients for a fulfilled life and all that jazz.

I had one of the absolute worst Christmases. Ever. I stayed home alone for Christmas Eve with just my dog and my boyfriend's dogs. (whaa a boyfriend? Yeah, I'll get into it later).


Layla


Her brother, Reese


Yeah. I want to punch them in the face for being so cute.


I know ya'll have seen Delta like a kajillion times but get used to it.

Anywho, so Christmas Eve was pretty uneventful. Just me and the hounds. I think I fell asleep watching Harry Potter at like 11:45 or something lame. Fast forward to Christmas day: I let all three dogs out to go outside for a romp, and I'm making scrambled eggs whilst talking to my mom on the phone.

Earlier in the week, the two Aussie's figured out how to push open the gate in my backyard, so you have to keep a keen eye on the little fuckers. Usually they just tussle around in the snow, though, or find some trash to play with so they don't ever really try to escape. I think the smug assholes just enjoyed figuring it out. Enough backtracking. So I'm on the phone with my mom and I'm putting a scanty Christmas feast together on a plate consisting of eggs and two pieces of not-quite-toasted-enough toast. I open the door to let the hounds of hell back in, and only Layla comes prancing in. I did a quick recon mission of the backyard and realized Delta and Reese were MIA.

SHIT.

I was still on the phone with Mama Frolic so I hung up real quick and ran out, barefeet and crazy morning hair, into the back alley where I think they may have run to to try and scrounge up some witnesses. They've been spotted not that far, so I sprint back into the house, throw my slippers and a jacket on and run to their supposed location. Nothing. I walked around the area for about 30 minutes with still no sign of the two dogs. I ran and got in my car (which doesn't have heat currently) and drove around for another 30 minutes, with still no traces.

I was at a loss. Last time my dog went missing, I ended up finding him at the local dog shelter because an animal warden drives around every day picking up strays and dropping them off there. Unfortunetly for me, the shelter was closed on Christmas day (What, people don't go adopt puppies for Christmas?) But Delta has a tag with my number on it, so I figured if anyone picked them up they would've called me. Unless they assumed the dogs were an unexpected Christmas gift.

It's about 2:15 p.m. at this point, and I'm on Facebook posting a status for everyone in the Columbus area to keep an eye out for them when I notice a girl that I've met a few times had recently posted a status about a stray husky and sheepdog-type thing running around on OSU campus by the hospital.

Which is about 10 miles from my house. I thought "Holy shit, that has to be them." I don't know how they managed to get that far in a short period of time, but they must've been Olympic sprinting their happy asses all over the place.

I immediately drove over to the area they were spotted and rode around for more than an hour, trying to find them. My toes are frozen from no heat in my car and my heart is frozen with the idea of them being tired and hungry and lost and cold and scared and a number of other horrible adjectives.

I return home defeated. I don't know what to do at this point. The shelter is closed, I have no more leads, and the crushing realization that I may not find them is finally settling in. It. fucking. sucked.

Let me paint a picture of the rest of my Christmas for you: laying on the couch with the one remaining dog on my torso, a constant reminder of how I may never feel my own dog laying on me again. Listening to the Bon Iver Pandora station. Reading the 4th "Twilight" book. Yeah. THAT emo. I think I was really overdramatizing everything, considering it was Christmas and I was alone with only my dogs for company. And then I didn't even have them anymore. Adding on the tumultuous Bella, Edward, Jacob ridiculousness just really added the icing I needed to make myself a really fucking depressing holiday (side note: I am not a fan of Stephanie Meyer's writing. I find myself drawn to depressing things when I am also depressed. Maybe to make myself feel like I'm in a movie and there's really sad music playing after something dramatic happens to me).

My boyfriend posted an ad on Craigslist and I immediately re-posted it to my Facebook wall to get the word out. I was really, really moved by how many of my friends (both close friends and people I've only talked to a few times) re-posted it to their walls and were making an effort to get them found. Cue the waterworks. I'm not a crier. Really, if you know me you know this fact about me. But that's pretty much all I did Christmas day. Now if anything sad happens in the future, I probably won't be able to cry since I met my quota already.

It's now around 9:30 p.m. The dogs have been missing for almost 7 hours. 7 hours that included, like stated above, a lot of crying, more emo Pandora stations, staring at the ceiling (while crying), laying on the sofa with Layla, a cry-filled shower, and tear-sodden chicken lo-mein. I was just getting into another round of ceiling staring when Layla started whining and running to the back door and then back over to me. The universal dog signal for: "I need to fucking piss and I don't have opposable thumbs. Get off your ass and let me out." So I drag myself off the sofa (which by now has an imprint of my body embedded in it) and walk into the kitchen to let her out. As I'm trudging to the back door, I glanced out the kitchen window into the backyard (as I had been doing all day, somehow hoping that the dogs would magically appear back there) and I see Delta sniffing around in the backyard and Reese trying to worm his way back through the gate.

OMG.

I threw the back door open and yelled for them and they came galloping into the house and knocked me over on my ass. Lots of whining and crying ensued (myself included). I could NOT believe they made it back to the house by themselves. It must be a Christmas miracle, ya'll.

And that ends my tale of how the Worst Christmas Ever turned into the Miracle on Hudson Street.

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Before Christmas, I was just doing a lot of hanging out, playing video games, and reading. The Holiday Hop earlier this month for Alissa and Sunshine's business PowderPuff Pinups was a lot of fun. A lot of girls from out of town came, like Casanova, Zombie_, Maple__, Harlough, Luscious, and Parish.





Not too long ago, Alissa shot Radeo for Choonimals and I got to sneak into a couple shots.




If you don't have yourself a Choon shirt..you're dumb.

And yes, I did get my thigh tattoo finished, thanks for noticing!


Alissa and I shot some stuff for Tattoo magazine.



Shootin' some other stuff.


And I've been hanging out on some shoots here and there.





Back to the topic of the holidays, What did everyone get for Christmas? I treated myself to a new iPhone 4.



And my boyfriend (yup! it's true. it's still weird to say, but i kind of like it) got me a new DSi with an RPG game. I'm a lucky lady

Want proof?

mmm.

P.S. I start vet tech school at the end of February. I. can't.wait.

P.P.S. Oh, and my birthday is January 6. Just sayin'.

P.P.S. shot a set


xo Frolic