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Oct. 11th, 2009

prettykitty03 is moving!

As I work towards opening my etsy store, I'm trying to move some things over to my new logo and images. And this includes my blog! So I'm moving over to blogspot! I needed to be able to customize my layout and blogspot was just so much easier to work with. That, and sometimes we just need a change. So if you want to keep up with my photos, jewelry and general nonsense, please visit me here.

This and That

Could we possibly manage to cram more stuff into our days? But somehow it all manages to get done. Friday was our annual Mission Awareness retreat, so that made for a nice day. But I was slated to make a presentation of my thesis at the academic symposium at school the next day, and I wasn't ready. So I spent much of the retreat trying to figure out how I was going to get everything finished. Throw into the mix the fact that my kids had a tennis tournament and had to play their first rounds that night -- at clubs in different parts of town. Fortunately, my parents and sister came to town, so once I got the kids where they needed to be, I had some help and was able to wrap up.

Saturday morning, my mom, sister and I headed to school for my presentation. The kids' tennis matches followed later in the afternoon. We left at 9:30 in the morning. And my day didn't end until 11:30 last night after the last tennis match was played (three words: incompetent tournament director.) Above is what was hanging on one of the nets at the facility where Tanner was playing. Good to have a sense of humor in these situations.

Today we're home and we are doing...nothing. I'll probably go for a short hike somewhere and make some jewelry. But that's it.

By the way, I got to puppy-sit Smoke for a few hours on Thursday. He made a bed out of my coat and crashed really hard. :-)

Oct. 8th, 2009

Willy Nilly Silly Old Bear

I've been reading about a new sequel to the classic Winnie the Pooh stories that was released a few days ago. I don't know why, but the thought of someone other than A.A. Milne writing the sequel makes me sad. Milne based Christopher Robin and Pooh on his own son and his son's stuffed bear. How can anyone else possibly know what happens after Christopher Robin goes to school and asks Pooh to promise "never to forget him -- even when he's 100." The Hundred Acre Wood was magical. Pooh bear and his boy evolved from a father's imagination and was rooted in love. I'm sure that the new book is lovely, but there's no picking up where Milne left off.

Oct. 7th, 2009


You never know what you'll find when you clean out a cabinet.
Guess who? (Hint: if the 70's greenish-shag carpet doesn't give it away, I have two boys. So it can't be them.)

Oct. 6th, 2009

Happened to be in the Neighborhood

Tonight was the visitation for the father of a dear friend. Funerals, visitations...these rituals always make me a little mooky. This one felt a little strange - and familiar - because my grampa is buried in the cemetery directly across the street from the funeral home. I wanted to stop by and extend the courtesy of a hello while I was in the neighborhood, but the cemetery gates were locked. It's okay -- I'm pretty sure that grampa knew I was thinking about him. This was in the sky as I left. See the descending dove? (Sorry, not a great photo.)

Steel Magnolias was on as soon as I got home and turned on the television. Okay, enough already. I promptly turned it off and opted for a DVD of Bridget Jones for some comic relief.

Oct. 5th, 2009

Okay, just stop.

As if the therapy dog demonstration at work wasn't bad enough for someone who is totally longing for a dog. Allow me to introduce Smoke, the cutest puppy on the planet. And yes, that is my lap that he is crashed on. A woman at the office trains therapy dogs and this little guy came in to work with her today. But she isn't training Smoke, rather she is socializing him before he heads off for training at a women's correctional facility. It's a wonderful program that benefits the prisoners as much as the dogs and those who ultimately receive the dogs. The puppies are often the only genuine source of unconditional love and affection the prisoners have ever known. And wow, does little Smoke have love and affection in abundance. A friend called to say "there was a puppy in the building that you just have to see". So of course I went running. I know I had "sucker for dogs" plastered on my forehead because that puppy made a beeline for me. Within (literally) seconds of me sitting on the floor, Smoke was settled and snoozing on my lap. And my heart was a big puddle on the floor. I finally dragged myself away and left a sleepy Smoke dozing on the floor. *sigh*

Laughed So Hard

Oct. 4th, 2009


Why do cats feel the need to climb on/under absolutely everything? I watched these two looking up/down at each other and it reminded me of the intro to the Brady Bunch. Weird animals.

Aren't these a lovely green? One of the few healthy impulse purchases I've made. But they were so pretty that I couldn't pass them up.

Oct. 3rd, 2009


With the urge to get out in the sunshine but feeling very little sense of adventure, I headed over to Powder Valley this afternoon -- and ended up spending several hours there. I wandered along all three trails, looking up at lovely images like these...

...and looking down at fun little compositions like these.

As I was standing up, I looked ahead of me and saw...dude! Look at the size of this guy!!

I don't think he's the huge guy I saw a few weeks ago, but he can certainly hold his own -- and word of him spread quickly with the other walkers. I had a little girl and her brother ask me if I had seen the "buck deer" that someone had told them about. I was able to play back photos, thanks to the wonderful technology of digital cameras. But I hope they saw him for themselves.

Oct. 2nd, 2009

St. Francis and Mystery Fruit

So this week is the celebration of St. Francis of Assisi. I'm not Catholic, but he's still my guy. Patron Saint of Animals and the Environment. Plus, our sponsoring congregation is a Franciscan order. Above is one of several St. Francis figures I have around the house. I'm not going to go so far as to have the cats blessed at a church or anything (which is available, by the way), but I am going to give them extra hugs.

While on the subject of animals and the environment, I see this tree on the way into the parking garage every day. It's driving me crazy because I can't figure out what it is. The brush is so thick that I can't get to it. I'm almost convinced it's a persimmon. But for now, it's still a mystery.

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