M is for…

MaddieMaddie.  I took this right after I adopted my little mutt.  She totally changed my life.  For the first week, I was stressed like I have seldom been.  I wanted to send her back.  Then she barked at some stranger guy who was talking to me, and I realized that my little darling was trying to protect me, and we bonded.  Early in our relationship, I wouldn’t let her sleep in my bed, but then we had a fierce, frightening hail storm, and I didn’t have the heart to send her out of the bed.  Once I accepted that I needed to shift my life to a dog-owner schedule, I started to get more sleep and to keep saner hours and got much healthier.  Now I can’t imagine not having her!

Madrid, the little former mining town in New Mexico that I like.  I named Maddie after it, then found out that was where her first adopted mom found her!

Making stuff.  I love to do that. 

MB, my oldest sister and bestest friend.

Marinara sauce.  One of my favorite things to make and to eat.

Mustaches.  They creep me out.  I don’t like facial hair on men, unless it’s a tiny, bleached soul patch a la Kenneth Branagh in Hamlet.

Macaroni and cheese.  Here’s my favorite recipe, but I add a little truffle oil per one of my favorite restaurants, Umami in Croton, NY.

Maureen, my other sister.   She’s had a rough time of things, but is putting up a good battle against her damn cancer. 

MFA, the degree I will have by next spring.

May.  The merry month in which I was married. 

Madeleines.  While I don’t have Proust’s feelings for them, I do quite like them.

Mercutio, who has one of my favorite of Shakespeare’s speeches.

Img_0547 Mom.  Here she is at Balloon Fiesta in 2005.  She’s a lady with adventure in her heart, and I’m grateful that she passed on that spirit to me.

6 thoughts on “M is for…”

  1. I love your M’s. Each and everyone .
    I freak when I adopt a pet too. I almost always get nervous and want to send them back, until I settle down. Once I relax, they relax.

  2. I cannot tell you how good it was for me to read about the difficulty in adjusting to life as a dog owner. I can tell you that I’ve had more than one moment this week with the puppers where I’ve thought “I just can’t do this”. Sigh…One day at a time…

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