Luke

Remember when I said my sister thinks I'm her personal DI? Well, she also thinks I am a good place to leave her cats for three months.....that has now become almost two years.

And then she decided she couldn't take them back ever......and we decided to keep the one of them that terrorized my children less.

And now she wants them back. And I am sad. Because I love Luke. I am sure you can see why. (For you my dear Fiona!)

Christmas Shopping Today

My husband and I are going to try to finish our Christmas shopping today. I stole this from my friend Fa'a's status on Facebook today and am using it without permission:

"Dear Santa Clause whoever and wherever you are. I would really like to meet you face to face and crack you for taking all the credits and making me broke. I am telling my kids who you really are- Wal-Mart, Costco, Target, and the Swap Meet....punk"

My feelings exactly.....

Grasp of the Obvious

At 5:30 the other morning as I shoveled half a foot of snow off the driveway I heard the back door open and the following conversation transpired with my 6 year old:

"Hey, Mommy?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I just thought I'd let you know that it had snowed."

"Um, yeah, thanks dear."

Giving Thanks

Sometimes during the night my husband gropes me and then has no memory of doing so in the morning. When he wakes me up when doing this, it ticks me off. When I have just come to bed it makes me laugh.

Today I am thankful that my husband still finds me so gropeable.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Halloween!

My four year old informed me yesterday that now that Halloween was over, it was time to put the chicken decorations up.

Bring on the Chickens!

My witch and her little black cat!

Dear ILM:

Thank you for existing and making our moving watching experience so interesting.

And for giving my 4 year old the terminology for the conversation:

"Mom, I had the coolest dream. I was playing with my puppy and then there were cool special effects in the background making rainbows."

So, thanks for changing movies (and dreams)!

Katrina

Dear Mr. Preece:

Remember that time when I was being terrible in my 8th grade Social Studies class. I was being disruptive and talked back and you gave me a talking to in the hall.

I totally deserved it and I am sorry for my behavior.

Especially because my husband is now an 8th Grade and 9th Grade Social Studies teacher. And it is awful when his students are disrespectful and disruptive. I wish I could tell him I was a model student. But I probably treated you as badly as my husbands worst nightmares.

Sorry again,
Katrina