Happy Saturday!

Well it is the 7th of December and we have been up for about 20 minutes now.  In three days my baby turns 17.  Wow I am getting old.  Last night we were getting ready to go out to dinner, and she actually told me I looked cute!  Yeah, she can finally understand fashion is not all about the latest looks, but the combination of them to make you happy.

We started taking out the Christmas decorations, OMG we have lost tons of things over the years.  Sadly we are missing some of the beautiful ornaments I bought when she was younger in pinks and pastels, because she just liked them.  But we move forward and buy new things.

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Tulip

Tulip is our cat.  Back in late April Brianna finally convinced me she needed an animal. I gave in and said we could get a cat.  
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So due to some unfortunate circumstances, we are staying with my parents until we move into our new apartment on August 1. So it is me and Brianna, Tulip and my parents.  She has taken over the house.  To be expected, I mean she is our cat?!?
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So this weekend my niece’s dog is staying the night. Then they settle in for a nap.  So I wind up with both of them with me in the office.  I have the dog on the ottoman and the cat on the chair.  Great!  It is quiet and peaceful.  Then it is dinner time, and I move supper quietly to leave the room.  BOOM they are both up and under me feet again.  He “Buddy” needs watched.  So the two of them run around for hours after each other.  Buddy following Tulip, and then being chased by Tulip. 
I am done.  I am lucky enough to eat ½ of my dinner before they are knocking things over and finishing my mac n cheese while I clean up.  I am afraid of what will happen overnight.

 

June 25, 1968 – The Day it All Began

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45 years ago I was born.

Somehow that makes me feel old.  But age is only a number, you only feel as old as you act.  Well for me then I am nowhere near 45.  Even thought I know I am a grown up, sometimes I just want to be young again.  Why you ask?  Well I hate all the responsibilities of being an adult.  Why do adults have to take life so serious?  I wish life was easier.

Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me!

This is the start of the blogs so we will see what tomorrow brings.