The end of Cesare

Oh, quite possibly the worst show ever. And it's done as of tomorrow....

It's starting

Slowly the sun has begun to make it's way into Poopsie. It's amazing, really, how much of a difference a little sun and warm weather makes us all feel.

Bob Dylan has no idea why he's so happy. It's not the new kitty door, it's the sunshine filtering all throughout the house. The kitty door is the bane of his life. He hates it, and I'm scared he'll never poop again now that the litter box is in the basement proper.

Why do you look so happy, Mom?

Oh, that's right.... after raising three children and unexpectedly having to go back to work 22 years ago, you're done. That's right, you can go early. In fact, why don't you just retire today. Sure! Why not? We'll pay you till your actual retirement day.
CONGRATULATIONS, Mum! Happy Retirement!

He stayed

Bob Dylan is coming to visit today

Today's the day that Dillion comes to visit and see if we all get along. I really hope we do because I've been wandering around work all week long saying, "Come here Bob Dylan, here here Mr. Tambourine Man!" I've tried out, "Matt Dillion, do you want some cheese?" "Dylan Thomas, don't eat that plant!" I believe that Bob Dylan works better than all the others. Since the cat is almost two, I don't feel it's right to chance his name, so I'm stuck with the Dillion part.
Let's hope it works.....

Christmas & Frank

Frank had to wear a cone for two weeks after having his good eye had some work done. The other eye that was removed a few months ago is screaming now for a wonderfully bright pirate patch. I'm unsure of my color choices....

Christmas at home with the boys.


Oh, I haven't seen Keith in what feels like 15 years. OH, Martin. How far away you all are from me.

To replace the animals we have lost

I bought Shawn a litle chipmunk from Archie McFees. Yippy!

This is Tony. Shawn and I have enjoyed feeding him and watching him bury nuts while we sit on Poopsie's porch. Tragically, we were also housing him.

Oh Tony! You of the chewing, chewing, chewing. The squabbles we could hear you having with the rest of the family at a point in our roof where we seriously thought you guys were just hanging out. Shawn and I were in doubt, big time. We never thought you could so successfully gnaw at the house to create not one, but FOUR very large holes. I know you need someplace warm to go, but not in a place where you could potentially gnaw through the electric cords and burn my house down. Oh, and I'm scared that large volumes of your poo will rain down on my head someday while I'm watching the Gilmore Girls.
This little guy is Itchy and Scratchy. He came out of one of the squirrel holes, too! We're so happy he decided to come out because he wakes me up every night with his, "scratch, scratch, gnnnnaaawwww" I always role over, poke Shawn, and say, "Is it inside?" See, because we thought we found his little hole. And Shawn always says, "nooooooo, it's outside." I think to make me feel better and also so that he can go back to sleep. Once again, visions of poop dance through my head.
Ok, so this is home ownership.

27 degrees today. With wind chill to 10 degrees. In Seattle. Stupid global warming. Clare and I went to CPR Class today. Yay!

Shawn comes to Denver

I want a German Smoking man. Shawn and I purchased our first Christmas thing. And now I want a little smoking man...

Fall leaves at Poopsie

Shawn keeps sending me these great photos he's taking. They just make me miss home too much!

Mustacho Fantastico!

I never shared

Remember last year when all the ladies at work were doing cross stitch? I never shared the one I made for big, strong Shawn. Here it is, my fantastic cross stitch handy-work.

Back I go....

I just got home 5 weeks ago, and now I'm off again. So quickly. Too quickly. I'm heading to Denver on another mammoth road trip. This one is only 1300 miles. An easy 2-dayer. Santa Fe was 1450, so I should really count my blessings. Magic Flute deux, here I come....

when the color looks great on the swatch

Rolando came to town with the tour of Wicked. I haven't seen him in far too long; we spent the whole two weeks wandering around and fixing up the Poopsie house. Shawn and I went to see Wicked, and then picked out paint colors. Maybe not the best idea......

I have a green den now.
It's green. I mean, we intended on green. A nice, bright, fill the house with light kind of green. Or so we thought.

But really, all it does is scream at me all day long. Hello? I'm hhhhheeeerrreee. I'm greeeeeeen. Want to get anything done? Sorry, no. I'll make you ill all day long because I'm so omni-present. You won't be able to look at anything else because I'm grrreeeeeeennn. Between this and the animal acrobats that danced on the roof all night, it's a frickin' party over here in poopsie.
Crap. I leave for Denver in two days. This just isn't right. Stupid color.

Went for coffee with Kevin the other day. He was full of energy and somewhat spastic. At one point, he just up and ran away to climb these steps. Silly goose. He was goin' all crazy because we (Shawn, Mom, and Tommy) had just gotten back from Hawaii and I was all tan. I made the teeniest little remark on how pale he was, and he couldn't get over his poor choice of wearing black that day. Entertaining all around.

Oh, let the painting begin....

hmmmmmm. should the living room be blue? the den green? Oh, yeah, and the little nighttime feeders were back the other night. crunch crunch crunch. I made Shawn wake up so he could be terrified with me. Poor guy. Ugh.

#67 reason that tells me I'm finally an adult

Shawn and I have been shopping for a couch. I've never purchased a couch. How is this possible? I'm 31.... how have I gotten along in my life never having to spend craploads of money on a couch? We shopped for a looooonnngg time.
Clare is demonstrating me looking at the green room coach in a whole new light. We could reupholster it, give it new shine.... it has good bones....
I found out something new about myself. I hate shopping for furniture. It gives me that sick feeling in the pit of my belly. The money it costs....Jeez, you could go on 3 trips to Europe on the money I'm spending. Bed, couch, closet. Whew- thank god we found one...

It's not nearly as gray as the photo shows....more like a nice moss green. How much of an adult am I now?

Poopsie revealed

It really happened. We bought a poopsie house. It's teenie. It's in the middle of Capitol Hill. I will have to live here forever 'cause its probably the only house I'll almost be able to afford.
The joys of homeowner ship have presented themselves in all sorts of great ways in the one week we've lived here.
The other night we woke up to the sound of chewing. Yes, chewing. It was so loud, it sounded like it was coming from underneath us. Inside the floor of the loft. Yippy! We bought some electronic mouse away gizmo and so far, no more chewing......