What does independence mean to you?

So, lately I've been doing alot of thinking....crazy I know. I've been out of school for a little over a year now, I'm surprised I still have some brain cells floating around in there.

All jokes aside though, what does it mean for people to celebrate indepedence?

Many people, especially here in the States looooove B-B-Qs with close friends and family while they share stories over burgers, hot dogs, and beer, Or at least, that's what always happens at my celebrations......

drumroll please......[And speaking about celebrations, this wonderful holiday couldn't be more fitting for me in my life as I just moved into my first place with a close friend of mine, and I am officially a free woman! Woohooo!]

Anywho, my independence means:

No more putting away dishes until I'm good and ready to do so.
Walking around in my undies.
Eating and drinking what I want.
Waking up to the sound of my own thoughts instead of other people trying to wake me.
Singing (very loudly) in the shower just becasue I can.
Reminiscing with my roomate about random things over coffee. or tea. or beer.
Spur of the moment trips.

You get the idea.

Ps. pics will be coming soon. I'm very excited to show off my new place!

Finding laughter at the end of a sticky situation....

Ok, so I'm the type of person that is easily amused. When it comes to my little Bichon Charles, I find everything hilarious about this dog. LONG STORY SHORT....Charles became the brunt of a very sad joke Mother Nature decided to play on him the other day. Basically he fell into what I've defined as  "mysterious plant-like sticky substance"- I honestly don't even know what it was, but it was stuck in his poor little paws and mouth, and butt, and stomach, and I was using every little technique I could think of...olive oil, patience, and nothing was working. My mom and I unwillingly took him to the pet hospital/groomer down the street to be "taken care of". Bottomline: he came out a new man, as we like to say, and his butt never looked so good. LMAO! Seriously, we call him baboon because that's what his butt looks like, it is so defined! We spent the rest of the afternoon on a patio of a little Mexican restaurant close to my house, drinking beers while our little bichon enjoyed the breeze...hehe