I update my Xanga after years of slumber to give you this:

Chris and I live in a beautiful part of Iowa called the Loess Hills. There's a lot of mostly untouched, gently rolling hills just North of where we live, with gravel roads and algae-lined ponds and spectacular sunsets. I freeking love it. We even have a favorite giant tree we say "what up" to when we drive by.

Last evening we were on our way home from a cruise when Chris pointed out a house in the distance.

"The other day I saw a brown dog run right up to the corner of that yard and squat to take a crap," he says. "But when I drove past him, I saw that not only was he taking a crap, but he, at the same time, had a full-on erection and just stared at me as I passed."

I laughed and imagined Chris being subjected to this, but it seemed a little far-fetched to me.
Wow, did I just make a terrible pun on accident? Jesus, Meg.

Anyway, suddenly a brown spot zipped into the yard we were looking at, squatted in the corner closest to the street, and as the distance between us closed we saw that it was a dog. Taking an awkward squatting poop. Looking at us with confusion as we looked at it with disbelief. Wielding a raging dog boner. It was as if God's divine and mystical sense of humor reached out and allowed me to behold one of the most disturbing and hilarious things I have ever seen. I'm still not sure why it happened. Nobody knows, I guess. Not even the dog. But the truth is that it did, and that's the post I bring you after years of absence.

So I got married! woot! Here's a teaser photo. More to follow.
 

Uh, so I don't have many opportunities to say this here on Xanga, but a lot has happened since I blogged last. WHOA.
1. I got a puppy, and Chris insisted on naming him Oates (thinking it would be funny to name a dog after horse food since horses apparently are made into dog food...and after the band Hall and Oates. Who the heck are they? What a dork). Oates is a Corgi/Border Collie hybrid, or Borgi if you will, and he is the cutest little monster demon pup ever. He now knows how to sit and sort of lay down, but he still cries several times a night to be let out of his kennel so he can wreak havoc in the living room. At least I think that's what he has in mind, since I never let him out when he cries except to potty. He's also starting to develop the stalking stance that Border Collies and (I believe, but maybe to a lesser extent) Corgis do, and goddamn it's cute. I'M GONNA STALK THIS PIECE OF DIRT! I'M GONNA STALK YOUR PANT LEG! I'M GONNA STALK THE WALL! Here's a picture of the little fella sleeping, which has become the most peaceful time in our apartment:



I've been told he looks like he's doing the thriller dance, and I totally agree. He also looks like he's got little pants on.
And this is a picture of how he his most of the rest of the time:



I love that little ball of crazy-person energy.

2. I accepted the job in Omaha and will be moving back before the ides of May. Not as cool as the ides of March, I know, but still pretty cool. I will miss Colorado a bunch, and Metropath, which has been an excellent place to work, but I think that overall I'll be happier in Omaha. My family and most of my friends are there, and I've been missing them ever since I left for college at Hastings six years ago. So woot on that!

3. Uh, there is no #3, really, unless you count #3 as really needing to get some sleep. Pray that the pup sleeps all night for me, kay?  And BEWARE THE IDES OF MAY!!!!!