Move ya body

The thing about a dying cat is that it brings you to this…

I’m standing in my kitchen, diligently breaking off pieces of cheese to drop to the floor.  I’m here because if I drop more than one at a time,

Frankly, Mr Shankly

A long time ago, when I was just a wee little lass, my mother came up with a highly unusual concept.  She decided that she would try to protect my mind from all the nonsense of this world.  Nursery rhymes and fairy tales were never shared with me.  Dr. Suess books were never read to me.  The Bible given to me instead.  Her plan was to spare my brain from all manner of gibberish and in place of all that, fill it with facts and spirituality.  Honing my ability to think rationally and logically.  Her intent, to keep the silly part of my brain void.

But do you know what happens to empty voids? 

53 steps

I wish you adventure.  I hope this new year finds you walking into the great unknown.

Here’s to 2012 and all the possibilities it holds.

A picture of me without you

This is Quigley, my furry little friend of 15 years.  She came into our lives shortly after Dan and I moved in together.  I remember the day we picked her out.  Here was this small black and white bag of bones with a perfectly pink nose, stretching up as high as her tiny kitten legs would let her, paw reaching out and meowing at me.  She was so adorable.

I heard a family talking about her near me at the pet store.  The adults were debating if they should get her while their kids were loudly yelling they wanted her.  I looked at the children with their dirty, snot dried faces, whining and throwing a fit over her.  If this is how they behaved in a store, how much better could the be at home?  Visions of them

Down river

Today is the birthday of my blog.  Awww… I know.  4 incredibly, long years ago, I wrote my first post entitled Hellooooooo. 

Change of time

It’s a well-known fact that I despise New Year’s Resolutions.  I’ve written before about the idiocy in making them and the hypocrisy in stating you’ll reform just because the calendar changes.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to rant about that again.  Honestly, I’m spent.  Instead I thought I’d share some hopes I have for 2012.  Let’s call them goals…

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas

Gerrit loves this song.  It is officially his favorite song about Christmas.  We’ve listened to Christmas songs for the last couple of weeks but it doesn’t come on as much as you’d think.  When it does, we love to sing along and laugh at the silly lyrics.  On this Christmas Eve, I wanted to make sure I took a moment to document such a trivial piece of information.

The holidays make you nostalgic and I’m not in the minority.  At the kids request, we’ve been

The Time (dirty bit)

Erin & I in the Willis Tower (aka Sears Tower)

It takes laser like focus to write a quasi adequate essay for a contest and obviously mine has been wired in.  With all that attention devoted to writing the best literary work I’ve ever created though, I missed updating you on my Chicago trip!  The REALLY good news that everyone’s been dying to hear is… yes, Erin is in fact a woman.  Phew!  Now, let’s go back to the beginning…