Wednesday, July 11, 2012

And Now For Something Completely Different...

I will not be complaining about the cat in this post.  I will instead be sharing cute pictures of peanut from today's visit.  W was here, but he is in that "no picture" phase and while I did get one or two I will respect his wishes and refrain from posting them here.  I got some cute pictures on my iPhone and I'll post/blog some of those another day. :)  And now for the cuteness:

She wanted me to take a picture of her with her princess (see the purple in her hand)

Giggles-I love those!

Trying to figure out Peter Pan. 

Twirling!

Such a cutie!  I think she might have Aunt Emily wrapped around her little finger!

I can't believe how much she and W have grown since I saw them last.  It was nice to catch up with my sister.  Texting is great but some things are just so much better face to face!  I just wish there was more time in the day.  Until the next visit...

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Why Our Cat is a Fuck Head

Okay, that sounds a little harsh but-it did get you attention.  To be fair, I love Puppy even when she drives me crazy(er).  Her little quarks and habits help fill the days with things that will be missed if she stopped doing (most) of them.  This post is about the annoying things, but to make up for it I'll have to do one about all the really cute and sweet things she does.  Without further ado, why our cat is a fuck head:

Puppy hates closed doors.  She will sit there and stare at the door as if willing the door to open (much like the look I give a corked wine bottle or the timer when I'm waiting for the french press to be ready).  The most annoying door-and the door we have to open for her is the one to the laundry room.  Her potty is in there.  But when we are doing laundry we keep it closed because even the quiet machines are still annoying.  Between loads, or when I'm up doing stuff I try to make sure if she's around the door I open it for her.  Usually when I'm proactive with the door she'll just look in the room for a minute and then walk away.  What usually ends up happening is we have both settled down to watch a movie or have dinner and thats when she wants the door open.  And she wants it open immediately.  She paws at the door furiously and without pause until we get up and open it for her.  Sometimes she will actually go in, other times she just wants to sit outside the open door and watch the washer and other times she walks away.  Nice.

It's hard to stay mad at this face for long!

Three o'clock in the morning is the time she decides to hunt her milk jug rings, and meow loudly for us to come see and praise her "kill".  I think she has put in the time and done the research to find the spot in the house where her meow is the loudest.  She loves to do this on the nights we really need a good nights sleep.  And usually she will do it several times a night.  I believe she knows to listen for the change in our breathing to know when we are asleep so she can wake us up all over again.

Puppy is not really a lap cat.  If she wants to sit on a lap it's on her terms, and the lap has to be just right.   I have to be sitting in the right position on the couch or she will sit and stare at me until I have done so.  Even after I have assumed the correct sitting position it's a 50/50 chance that she will actually sit on my lap.  Sometimes she'll just look at me for a moment and then saunter away.  Sometimes she'll walk all over my lap and then saunter away.  And when I say saunter this is her swishing away flicking her tail.

Most of the time she is a look but don't you dare touch pet.  She likes to be in the same room as us, but if we want to pet her or hug her she turns into a fuzzy ball of rage.  She slap/punches and hisses and slinks away to shoot nasty looks at us from across the room.

I know she is just doing cat things, and I don't always really believe she does these things on purpose.  Despite all that, I still am crazy about her like a contained crazy cat lady.  She adds to the home-ness of home.  It would not be the same without her and her larger than life cat-attude.  I just told her she is a pretty girl and she turned her back to me.  I feel the love. ;)

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

More Birds

Because I'm already tired and don't have anything creative to say, here are some more crow pictures!

Broken Wing

A friend of Broken Wing

Dove butt!

Two more sleeps and David comes home to me.  Today was a pretty good day.  Work went by pretty fast considering.  I got to hang out afterwards with a friend and got to giggle.  I think I need a Pikachu tattoo.  

Monday, June 11, 2012

We Love Crows

David had to go out of town kind of last minute.  We at least had the weekend to get ready, but it felt like it went so much faster than usual.  I don't have anything exciting to post, just thought I'd share a lovely picture of our feathered friend, Broken Crow:


Hopefully the next three sleeps will go by fast. :)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Broken Wing

One morning while we were walking around the neighborhood we encountered a crow with a droopy wing.  He wasn't too far from our house, so we tried putting some food out to see if we could feed him.  The people in the house behind us have all kinds of bird feeders so we have a crazy assortment of little beep beeps (as we call the tiny birds that hop around) so birds are not strangers to our area.  We didn't have to wait long before Broken Wing (as we call him (or her)) swooped in and proceeded to be a cautious pig.  We love watching him come in and gobble up his share.  Here is a video David was able to get of our new (shy) little friend:


Monday, May 14, 2012

Last Weeks Meh

I have just been so uninspired lately.  The sun is out and my allergies are taking hold.  Yes, I am a joy to be around.  I've wanted to write, but nothing would come out.  About all I've been good for is Facebook games and staring at the TV.  Both things I excel at.  Today I'm trying to shake some of the fuzz out and plug into life.  We'll see how it goes.  Hmm, what else can I tell you...

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Love Letters

I am the last of that generation that grew up knowing what a rotary phone is, or that tvs and computer monitors used to be huge and bulky and not slim/flat screen.  There are numerous other things like no seat belts, no bike helmets and no cell phones or internet and the mix tape.  All of these things are pretty big changes now.  Some of these changes are good, even if they can make life more complicated at times.  It's not always a good thing that your boss/family can reach you 24/7 but then it's nice to always have a phone with you because you never know when you will be stuck with a flat late at night near a part and that guy with a hook hand is coming for you.  Assuming you have cell coverage that situation just got a lot less scary.  If you don't have cell coverage... eep!

Henry the VII knew how to
woo the ladies
Then there are sentimental things that are no longer taking place, like the writing of love letters.  Email and text messages have pretty much done away with snail mail correspondence anyway.  I'm not saying it's not nice to get the "I <3 u" text or sweet email because it is.  It's just different than going out to the mail box and having a handwritten letter from someone you love waiting for you.

Remember in Grease when the Pink Ladies were having the sleepover at Frenchy's?  Marty was writing to stack of pen pals and offered one to a sad Sandy to cheer her up.  Before Sandy went off to write her letter (which actually meant she was going to go off and sing a song) Marty spritzed the pink paper with some of her perfume.  Girls don't do that anymore.

I still have a keepsake box that has special little tokens and things as well as a few love letters from my hubby.  I can't help but think that my nieces may miss out on something like that.  One is old enough to text, the other is still in diapers.  It's harder to look back at text ten or twenty years later.  I love being able to open my little box and see the notes and cards.  I have letters from people no longer with us anymore, which are just as precious to me as my love letters.

It just seems sad that future generations are missing out on sentimental things like this.  I am going to cherish the ones I have and make sure I tell my nieces about the time their uncle sent me the sweetest card...