It’s been about three years since I last posted on this blog. It’s been a little over two years since my mom died after a long battle with Alzheimer’s. Just did’t feel like talking.
A new family member …
Katie is a little over one year old, has yellow and white fur, and is smarter than I am (not much of a stretch really). She was a pound kitty and practically feral when I got her and I spent the first few months trying to entice her off a dining room chair. Now, she’s so lovey-dovey she’ll even sit in my lap and let me pet her—for about a minute.
She’s worse than a dog about following me around the house, however, and is very vocal when she thinks it’s time to refill her kibble bowl or clean her box. She really hates a messy litter box and since I hate cleaning it, she’s becoming something of a nag. Cute, but a nag nonetheless. She likes a lot of attention so I’m thinking about getting a puppy to keep her occupied so I can read, or nap, uninterrupted.
We’ll see how it goes.
A new house …
I moved to a new house a little over a year ago. I’d been at the condo/townhouse for about 15 years and wanted to have a yard again. Not sure why that was so important to me since I don’t like mowing and am not particularly fond of weeding either, but I do like looking out the window and seeing grass and trees instead of a parking lot or a swimming pool full of screaming kids.
And, I really was getting awfully fed up with the HOA police patrol always finding fault with my patio or fence or carport. I mean did those folks have nothing better to do than walk around the complex to see who’d sat a pot of flowers on their carport?
A new gig …
I recently retired and now have time to think about stuff and can get back to blogging. Well, it’s either that or cleaning house. I hate cleaning house. It’s right up there with going to the dentist or waiting for car repairs.
See, I’m getting back into the swing of this already.
Okay sweet sister, we’re gonna’ have to stop sending each other blogging award nominations or some of the nice folks out there in blog land (I know you’ll agree that the bloggers we’ve encountered so far are all very nice, except for that one, but we won’t talk about that) are going to start kicking up a fuss (not a very nice thing to do, just sayin’) about our relatedness and how us nominating each other has just gone too far and truly isn’t fair to unrelated bloggers.
Thank you Preacher’s Wife in the Know for sending me the Reader’s Appreciation Award. It’s always lovely to be recognized by ones peers.
And, now for the rules …
Most blogging awards have a bunch of rules (this one is no exception) and, of course, I always abide by them. The rules for this one are simpler than most (not) so without further ado, they are:
Include the award logo somewhere in your blog. (it’s up there, on the right)
Answer the 10 questions below, for fun if you want to. (see below)
Nominate 10 to 12 blogs you enjoy. Or you pick the number. (also see below)
Pay the love forward: Provide your nominee’s link in your post and comment on their blog to let them know they’ve been included and invited to participate. (did it)
Pay the love back with gratitude and a link to the blogger(s) who nominated you. (up there near the top, higher, keep lookin’, you’ll find it)
More than you ever wanted to know about me …
Favorite color: Blue, any shade, except royal blue, not a fan of that one.
Favorite animal: The one that’s not trying to sit in my lap, hurling regurgitated dinner at my floor, or missing the litter box. That leaves out my kitties so a dog maybe?
Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Milk (what else could it possibly be?)
Facebook or Twitter: FB. The twit fest can be so annoying.
Favorite pattern: Simplicity, but I like Butterick and McCall’s too.
Getting or giving presents: Giving but don’t go thinking it’s because I’m big-hearted. It’s really because I’m so picky, I hardly ever like what anyone ever gives me. There a re a few folks, though, that ace it every time. For example, my daughter and my sisters.
Favorite number: Gazillion.
Favorite day of the week: Sunday, or maybe Saturday morning. Tuesday is nice but then there’s Friday. You gotta love Friday. Although, some of the nicest things have happened to me on a Thursday or Wednesday. I know for sure that my least favorite day of the week is Monday, but isn’t that pretty much everybody’s least favorite?