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22 Oct

I am a sucker. 

Want to see:

That tiny grey fellow is the newest member of our house. His name is Mr. Squeakers. He’s been cuddly and sweet so far, and the kids are madly in love with him but there’s one old biddy who is very unhappy- 

I feel bad for Myra Ellen. I try to make a point to pet her every day but that’s hard to do when I’m her least favorite – which is ironic because I’m literally the one who saved her life. Oh well…


Wordless Wednesday: I love Hartley way too much edition

18 Sep




Miss Josephine and Myra Ellen are pretty good, too.


Wordless Wednesday: in which Myra Ellen judges my sewing

20 Mar



My memory of September 11th

11 Sep

I figured that since I saw a bunch of blogs I normally read were writing about their September 11th memories, I’d write about my day. Other than what the day has become known for, I actually had a pretty good day.

My day started out with being nervous about going to the dentist. I had a wisdom tooth that needed to come out. My husband called me to tell me about the towers falling – we didn’t have cable and I thought he was joking. He said I should call my dentist to make sure they’d be open as he’d heard places were closing all over town (we lived in Waterville, Maine at the time).

When I called they had no idea about what had happened – and in no way was I going to become that guy and tell them. So, I went to my dentist appointment and in the waiting room they had NPR on and I could hear the news reports which were getting more and more horrifying, but the people working in the dental office must’ve been so used to having it on as background noise that they didn’t notice. It was extremely surreal.

So, I had my appointment. The tooth was x-rayed and I made my follow up for its extraction. Not once was the towers falling brought up. It was so weird.

When I got home, we’d gotten a call from a cat rescue and they wanted to know if we were free to pick up the cars we’d applied for tonight. Umm…we thought, why not? It would make the day a bit better on our end so we went and picked up our first pets as a couple.

This was Lord Alfred Douglas. He was huge. He died in 2009, (he had a kidney problem) the fall before the babies came home. He was kind of a mean cat but I liked him. Also, please ignore my terrible 2001 hairdo:

Me and Bosie

And this is Bosie, as we called him, with our current only cat – his former lover – Myra Ellen (she’s still that small):
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The other cat that we got was Bosie’s sister Varouna. She was a very nice and gentle cat. The babies loved her. I think the move was too much for her, she just hid out all the time and got really sick. Our vet suspected cat cancer. She died last fall, the day before thanksgiving.

So, obviously, I’m horrified by the events of that day, but I’m also happy because we got Bosie and Varouna that day. Someone I know posted that she was listening to Howard Stern and that’s how she heard about it – I would have thought it was a joke!


Almost done

18 Mar


I don’t know if mentioned, but over my husbands spring break I had planned on working on the quilt I started a while back. It didn’t happen because we were all sick. So, this weekend with all the amazing weather, my husband took the kids out to the park so I could work on the quilt. I also finally, after 7 months of living here, put some lightbulbs in the light near my sewing machine…

What I didn’t count on while working on the quilt was that I had a foreman:



Myra Ellen spent the entire weekend overseeing my progress on the quilt. I asked her for some help and the most she’d do was weigh down the quilt when I laid it out to check the size:


She isn’t so good at working. Her forte is more of the watch and complain variety.

Anyway, I started sewing the quilt sandwich last night. We’ll see if my tiny Hello Kitty machine can handle it.


Wordless Wednesday: Myra Ellen edition

14 Dec


An open letter to my cat:

6 Dec


Dear Myra Ellen,

I’m so sorry you lost your buddy. I know you don’t understand, but just know that Varouna isn’t in pain any more.

This isn’t a plot against the cats in the house. You’re not next, so don’t feel like you have to sleep with me tonight. But you should know that I do like having you sleep with me. I also very much like that you, for the first time in the nine years we’ve had you, now curl up on my lap every night. You also no longer try to bite me when I pet you – is that also because you think you’re next?

My hope is that this new, friendlier, less feral Myra Ellen stays around for a bit – we like the new you. Keep in mind that the nicer you are, the more kitty treats there are for you.

Oh, and I’m also sorry that when we moved here that you lost your under the kitchen sink apartments. When J and I buy a house, we’ll have to take you apartment hiding spots into consideration when we look at houses.