Coming in like a lion:
I can’t tell you how much I love this picture, mane streaming in the wind.
And here are two women in bird heads sharing a joke or something.
Isn’t it odd, a little macabre, even?
Easter is almost here, I got Katie enough candy to keep her on the ceiling for days. You’re welcome, son.
Here she is with her daycare buddy.
Isn’t Katie adorable? I just bought her some sparkle converse high tops.
I have flowers and trees and things but will save that for another night.
I still can’t get over how much faster time goes by these days. Draw a breath in, K is zombie walking, blow it out, she’s running faster than I can. Granted, that’s not saying much, but we’re talking about time here, not physical prowess.
I’ve been meaning to put a Gone Fishin’ sign on this website for months now. Anyone who cared figured out long ago that I wasn’t updating, and I’m blaming time for it. Thanksgiving is this week and I spent all day dithering with recipes and NOT getting to the store to buy the bird. Wasted time. I’m in that ‘I can’t stand people especially if they are pushing shopping carts’ frame of mind; dangerous to those expecting not only dinner tonight but all the rest of the week, too. On a positive note, I DID take a shower and put on clothes, just in case I could talk myself into launching The Season. It is a measure of my fugue state to note that I am updating this page rather than do something, anything else. That’s bad.
We’d best go out for dinner tonight, and maybe after I can con Bob into going to the grocery store with me. I’ll use him as a human shield.
I have probably already posted this picture and it’s a month old but …. here it is again anyway. Love that carrot-y noggin.
We had to take Mr. Long to the vet this morning. He had a baseball sized lump attached to the side of his face. He didn’t care if I touched it, which was odd, and he was starving and ate a lot. But it was an abscess. So he has been operated on successfully, is coming along just fine and we have to go pick him up in a couple of hours.
I SO want him to be an indoor cat, but the old lady cats we have HATE him to come in the house. They attack him, and pester him, and stalk him. And he’s more of a lover, not a fighter, so he ends up being exceedingly henpecked. Poor thing. Now he’s going to have to live in a room by himself for a week while he’s collared and has the drain in. This has been a very expensive animal month.
Lewi had to go to the vet and then straight to the Dog Ophthalmologist. Really. Who even knew there was such a thing. He’s doing much better now. Me, not so much. I have to put four sets of things in his eye twice a day, with 10 minutes in between each drop. That feels like pretty much all I do every day now, is put drops and goop in Lewi’s eyes. And clean them out. At least he’s very good about it. I give him tiny treats each time so he’s always thinking about that instead of the drops.
Sissy says, “Put a drop in my eye, too, so I can have a treat!”
Lewi says, “Ready!”
And here are a few gramma and baby pics.
Cute little thang, ain’t she? I just stare at her a lot. Completely enamored.
I got to do face time with her lovely little cousin? 2nd cousin? My niece’s baby Gwyneth. She was also quite delightful as is her beautiful mother. It was fun.
I feel good today, abscessy-cats notwithstanding.
such a sweet, sweet little tyrant. Hungry about every 90 minutes so far …. Jessica’s boobs are about to fall off, someone told her the rubbing with the washcloth thing was a myth …
The shuttle launch from an airplane — cool shot! (but not mine)
that’s my granddaughter sticking out there in front. 4 days till the due date. tick tick tick
So, we have about 9 days until the due date for J’s baby. I’m jazzed!
However, you have to cut me some (more) slack – I will probably get a little baby-centric, depending on how much I see the child.
Here’s a good start. I love this, it shows how baby brains work and why peek-a-boo is so popular. Initially, they are like cats, I think – Out of Sight, Out of Mind. That short term memory is undeveloped.
Um, we now have 37 RSVP’s in the affirmative. Did I mention I’m not that great with crowds?
Looks more and more like it’s going to rain buckets. If that happens we’ll have to ditch the tables and just plop everyone into rows of folding chairs crammed around the furniture. What should I do with all the balloons? Do people mind being crammed together like sardines at a party where they don’t all know each other and the age ranges are from 16 to 70+? With no booze? Oh yeah. This is hilarious. Frankly, I think there WILL be a little booze, if only in the hostess and the hostess’ helper. Thank jeebus for Corey, she is an industrial-strength organizer. But she can’t make the house any bigger or control the weather. Hey, internet, you want to come, too? Why not? The more the merrier. 🙂 HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Yep, losin’ it.
I sent this to Andrew. It’s so very bad, but it made me holler near the end.