Wherever you are I hope that you are drinking cheap domestic beer and eating handfuls of hard Christmas candy that nobody else wanted to eat.
I hope that you are eating insane amounts of cake and pie and ice cream and chocolate.
I hope that you are watching ND football or B-level action movies and laughing your big hearty laugh.
I hope that you are whistling all the songs you used to whistle.
Wherever you are, I hope that you know you are loved. That you are missed.
Happy birthday, Daddy.
As much as we try, this time of year just isn’t the same without you.
It’s been a long week — the kind where you lose track of time and every day either feels like a Monday or a Friday, but by feeling like Friday I mean like you’ve worked enough hours that it feels like the week should be over already. Continue Reading
The Cold is slowly seeping in. Frosty windshields. Covering plants at night. Wearing long johns and socks to bed. The kitties cozying up with us in bed every single night. The seasons are changing again and we have been subconsciously following suit. Next to Fall, Winter is my second favorite season–the cold burst of air that numbs my hands and face and toes still makes me giddy (can this word ever be used to describe me?) with excitement. Continue Reading
I was up early Sunday morning and decided to take advantage of my *extra* time to accomplish some chores. One of those chores was cleaning the litter box. While cleaning out the box I noticed our youngest kitty, Rufus, sitting in the box for what seemed like a suspiciously long time. I waited, and watched, and waited. Nothing. I fed him some food and put him back in the box and watched him some more. Nothing. It looked like he was straining to go so I thought he might be constipated. Sly and I went to our local hippiemart and picked up some pumpkin. We mixed it with some tuna in oil and gave it to Rufus to see if we could help him along. Still nothing. We put him in the litter box again and then invaded his privacy the way only crazy cat people do to see if we could figure out what was happening. Again, nothing. We started googling like crazy. Everything else seemed “normal” — he was playful + alert, but my gut was telling me we had to take him to see the vet. Continue Reading
