Happy Birthday, Dear Wylla!
6 years ago
Friday, April 24, 2009
Silly String!
Matt decided a little string fun was in order after I got home from work tonight. And BOY were the girls happy! Poor Rosie had a hard time keeping up!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Someone has a new nickname!!
Because of her adorable little white boots, Matt has started calling her "Sweet Knuckles". :)It's SO cute to hear him say it!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Kitty Kisses... a la francaise
I was awaken this morning by Matt dry spitting and saying, "Oh GOD Phyllis! Eww! Ewww!"
When I asked what was going on Matt said, "Well, I always ask Phyllis for a kitty kiss in the morning and usually she runs up to me and touches her wet little nose on my chin. Well, she just slipped me some tongue and it GROSSES me out! Yuk!"
I was laughing SO hard. But I managed to go right back to sleep.
When I asked what was going on Matt said, "Well, I always ask Phyllis for a kitty kiss in the morning and usually she runs up to me and touches her wet little nose on my chin. Well, she just slipped me some tongue and it GROSSES me out! Yuk!"
I was laughing SO hard. But I managed to go right back to sleep.
Monday, April 13, 2009
New Flash - Better Photos?
Hi All! I'm thrilled to let you all know that I just bought a flash for my camera! So, not only do we have a new camera, but now we also have some great lighting!
Enjoy!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Austin & Kinsey come for a visit
Please note there are no kitties in these photos! :) Smart kitties. I warned them that little animals were coming to visit.
Kitties hit Twitter!
Hey gang! Just in case you've missed us lately, one of the biggest reasons is my new obsession with Twitter. It's completely captivated me! I love how instant it is and that I ONLY have to type 140 characters or less, but yet, I can post pictures!
So, the girls get a little Twitter action sometimes too!
If you're on twitter and would like to chase us around there too feel free to follow @LegalAdmin (that's me!)
Here's one of the photos I took with my BlackBerry this morning and "Tweeted" about.
So, the girls get a little Twitter action sometimes too!
If you're on twitter and would like to chase us around there too feel free to follow @LegalAdmin (that's me!)
Here's one of the photos I took with my BlackBerry this morning and "Tweeted" about.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
i can has cheezburger
I found out a few days ago that one of my lawyers (I work at a law firm) went to college and is friends with one of the founders of "i can has cheezburger"!! WHO KNEW!?!?
Well, on top of that I've been a bit obsessed lately with Twitter (micro-bloggin) (follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin). By becoming involved in Twitter you end up getting invitations to "tweetups" (Twitter Meetups). Well, last Thursday I went to a tweetup hosted by Mr. Chris Pirillow (CNN.com Tech Expert) and ran into Scott Porad (Cheif Technology Officer of "i can has cheezburger"). I was so excited!
One of the ladies who was talking with Scott and me asked him, "So, do you ever get sick of LOLcat talk?" Scott's very funny response was, "Well, I'm not a big user of 'LOL' unless I am actually laughing! So, I like it, but have to feel it's sincere."
Thanks Scott! Great meeting you!
Well, on top of that I've been a bit obsessed lately with Twitter (micro-bloggin) (follow me at http://twitter.com/LegalAdmin). By becoming involved in Twitter you end up getting invitations to "tweetups" (Twitter Meetups). Well, last Thursday I went to a tweetup hosted by Mr. Chris Pirillow (CNN.com Tech Expert) and ran into Scott Porad (Cheif Technology Officer of "i can has cheezburger"). I was so excited!
One of the ladies who was talking with Scott and me asked him, "So, do you ever get sick of LOLcat talk?" Scott's very funny response was, "Well, I'm not a big user of 'LOL' unless I am actually laughing! So, I like it, but have to feel it's sincere."
Thanks Scott! Great meeting you!
It's so purdy outside!!
Ms. Rosalie spent most of the day sitting in front of our sunny windows. All three of the girls were SO happy about the great weather yesterday. 55 degrees here at our house (on the outside).
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Adventures in Cat Sitting or I've Grown Accustomed to your Fur
Hi-
At the beginning of my foray into blogging I let you know that I cared little for felines. In point of fact I never wanted cats at all. As I mentioned though I agreed to help a friend in need by minding a cat while she found more feline friendly living arrangements. That's when I met Tumbleweeds. She was dropped off with more luggage than I would take on a weeks vacation and a poop box. Her owner was at the point of tears and I was thinking "Oh, for the love of Pete! It's just a cat!" That was most likely the moment that my father and St. Francis chuckled softly, shook their heads and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
You see I had deep wounds left over from the turmoil of my childhood. Only I had yet to see it that way. Most people around me did though. It wasn't hard. I was quick tempered and confrontational. I refused to reform my drinking and fist-fighting because it seemed to be who I was. My identity was at stake and after all I had survived by fighting. I just couldn't stop. At the slightest irritation my temper would flare and then the yelling would start.
The first afternoon with Tumbleweeds was going along great. She explored and acclimated and I went about my business. This is great I was thinking. She does her thing and I do mine. Then it happened. A friend was with me and we were at odds over something. I yelled at the top of my lungs. That cat immediately ran for cover and did not come out for a long time. No amount of coaxing would bring her out and it was obvious she was terrified. Something broke deep down inside me. I knew how she felt. I had been that scared and been forced to hide. Not only was I sorry for what I had done but I also felt deep sorrow for being blind to the effects my behavior was having on others. I knew then that a change had to happen in me.
I apologized to Tumbleweeds and stopped trying to coax her out. She needed time to regain her sense of safety and I respected that. I asked St. Francis for guidance and forgiveness. Eventually Tumbleweeds made her way out and I never raised my voice in her presence again.
At the beginning of my foray into blogging I let you know that I cared little for felines. In point of fact I never wanted cats at all. As I mentioned though I agreed to help a friend in need by minding a cat while she found more feline friendly living arrangements. That's when I met Tumbleweeds. She was dropped off with more luggage than I would take on a weeks vacation and a poop box. Her owner was at the point of tears and I was thinking "Oh, for the love of Pete! It's just a cat!" That was most likely the moment that my father and St. Francis chuckled softly, shook their heads and decided I needed to be taught a lesson.
You see I had deep wounds left over from the turmoil of my childhood. Only I had yet to see it that way. Most people around me did though. It wasn't hard. I was quick tempered and confrontational. I refused to reform my drinking and fist-fighting because it seemed to be who I was. My identity was at stake and after all I had survived by fighting. I just couldn't stop. At the slightest irritation my temper would flare and then the yelling would start.
The first afternoon with Tumbleweeds was going along great. She explored and acclimated and I went about my business. This is great I was thinking. She does her thing and I do mine. Then it happened. A friend was with me and we were at odds over something. I yelled at the top of my lungs. That cat immediately ran for cover and did not come out for a long time. No amount of coaxing would bring her out and it was obvious she was terrified. Something broke deep down inside me. I knew how she felt. I had been that scared and been forced to hide. Not only was I sorry for what I had done but I also felt deep sorrow for being blind to the effects my behavior was having on others. I knew then that a change had to happen in me.
I apologized to Tumbleweeds and stopped trying to coax her out. She needed time to regain her sense of safety and I respected that. I asked St. Francis for guidance and forgiveness. Eventually Tumbleweeds made her way out and I never raised my voice in her presence again.
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