When I first started this blog I said that posts would probably be few and far between. Who knew they would be this far!
Ophelia has wandered. She left about 6 weeks ago. I still hope she will come home someday. When she does she will notice a new brother and sister. I have now adopted Zipper and Button. Both strays from 2 different people. Zipper was pseudo named by the Bennett's. He is black short-hair with white feet and a small boo boo on his left leg. I knew I was going to get him a week before I picked him up. Then Mrs. Barnett sent out an IM that a calico kitten had showed up at her house and it was going to the pound unless someone adopted it. Couldn't let that happen. I picked up Button that Friday afternoon and got Zipper Sunday night. Zipper is a few weeks older than Button but they are definitely kittens.
It was not an immediate lovefest between them but they have now grown not only tolerant but fond of each other. They play like brothers and sisters and occasionally Mama has to break them up. Zipper could do a better job of remembering where the litter box is. I may wind up having to replace the cushion on my couch. I lock them in the bathroom during the day to preserve my house but alas...
Zipper will let me hold him like a baby. Button has extremely sharp kitten claws. Both are somewhat vocal but Zipper's purr is much louder. Both are precious and I am glad to have living housemates again.
Bridgett
Bridgett
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Summer 2011
Ahh summer. Mine started 2 weeks ago. Being on a 10 month contract, I work 15 extra days than other teachers. What do I do? Well this year, since they are reconstructing the offices across the hall from my room, I'll be cleaning up all the construction dust.
Mom, Dad, Joyce (cousin) and I went to Gatlinburg last week. Great week. Relaxing. We slept, ate, drove around, shopped a little, played games, read and didn't go to a single show. It was a good week. Took a different route home. Even more different than Daddy intended. His new route had a detour.
Trips coming up to Chicago and Louisville. Maybe sometime this summer I'll get one of my projects done.
Mom, Dad, Joyce (cousin) and I went to Gatlinburg last week. Great week. Relaxing. We slept, ate, drove around, shopped a little, played games, read and didn't go to a single show. It was a good week. Took a different route home. Even more different than Daddy intended. His new route had a detour.
Trips coming up to Chicago and Louisville. Maybe sometime this summer I'll get one of my projects done.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
The Cat is Out of the Bag
Literally!!
When I had surgery it was during the big snowstorm so no one from my family was able to come in and be with me. I came home on Friday and Mother and Daddy came to my house on Saturday. My mother could not stand it. I was glad to have them. They took good care of me that weekend.
But here's the deal. Mother had surgery in October of 2009. There was a moment when it was just our nuclear family there. Mom, Dad, my brothers and I. We were having a great time just talking. I mentioned that I wanted a pet but couldn't afford a fence for a dog (I'm in the city limits. Leash law.). So I was thinking about a cat. Lance immediately said I could forget about his kids coming to spend the night if I got one (allergies). The next day Mother said Daddy told her about the same thing. My family is not a big fan of the cat. Well, I called a couple of my friends and told them. (I really wanted a pet.) I'd even posted on facebook that I was considering it and one friend told me she had 3 horses, 3 dogs and 3 kids, which ones did I want?! I digress. Pam told me that I could just board the cat or she'd babysit when they came over (then she went and got a dog!). Vicki said, "Oh, they will not" (not come). Still I waited.
In January 2010, Rita told me about a cat hanging out at her daughter's house and they couldn't take it in. I got the cat. I brought it home and it immediately went under the couch. After a couple of days it came out and we started getting acquainted. Cat needs a name. It's a black cat, so I think Othello. But I don't know what sex it is. I really felt that on such short acquaintance it was not the proper thing to go examining the cat's privates to see what it was. But after a week, I felt it was okay. SHE was not Othello, so I went for Ophelia.
Ophelia has now been with me for a year. She's wonderful company and we have a lot of fun together. She is very funny and a social butterfly. On canasta and Bible study nights, she comes out to play. She goes from lap to lap and for some odd reason she really likes purses. I have not been able to train her to lift any money though.
During this past year my parents have been to my house twice, my niece and nephew once, and my niece again another time. Now lest you think my parents don't visit me enough, Mother has cancer and has been undertgoing treatments so she really hasn't been able. I have boarded Ophelia three times and since one visit from the parental unit was not known until they were on their way, Pam did an emergency babysit. This also involved hiding the food dishes, litter box and all toys each time.
So for an entire year I have managed to keep any mention or evidence of existence of my cat from my family. Only once did I let it slip. My cousin, Joyce, was riding with me to Guin and I said something about Ophelia. I swore her to secrecy.
Now for the weekend after surgery when my parents came up. They had no idea. I couldn't exactly hide her or board her. I mean I just had my knee replaced. So, I figured it was time. It had been a year after all. Mother was in the kitchen, I was in the bedroom, Ophelia was in her new favorite place - the cabinet over the refrigerator (I don't have doors on my cabinets). She had been there for about 3 hours at this point and no one had noticed her. Apparently she decided it was time to make her presence known and she moved to the top of the fridge. I hear my mother squeal and say there's a black cat in here. I said, oh, yeah, Mom, by the way...
When I had surgery it was during the big snowstorm so no one from my family was able to come in and be with me. I came home on Friday and Mother and Daddy came to my house on Saturday. My mother could not stand it. I was glad to have them. They took good care of me that weekend.
But here's the deal. Mother had surgery in October of 2009. There was a moment when it was just our nuclear family there. Mom, Dad, my brothers and I. We were having a great time just talking. I mentioned that I wanted a pet but couldn't afford a fence for a dog (I'm in the city limits. Leash law.). So I was thinking about a cat. Lance immediately said I could forget about his kids coming to spend the night if I got one (allergies). The next day Mother said Daddy told her about the same thing. My family is not a big fan of the cat. Well, I called a couple of my friends and told them. (I really wanted a pet.) I'd even posted on facebook that I was considering it and one friend told me she had 3 horses, 3 dogs and 3 kids, which ones did I want?! I digress. Pam told me that I could just board the cat or she'd babysit when they came over (then she went and got a dog!). Vicki said, "Oh, they will not" (not come). Still I waited.
In January 2010, Rita told me about a cat hanging out at her daughter's house and they couldn't take it in. I got the cat. I brought it home and it immediately went under the couch. After a couple of days it came out and we started getting acquainted. Cat needs a name. It's a black cat, so I think Othello. But I don't know what sex it is. I really felt that on such short acquaintance it was not the proper thing to go examining the cat's privates to see what it was. But after a week, I felt it was okay. SHE was not Othello, so I went for Ophelia.
Ophelia has now been with me for a year. She's wonderful company and we have a lot of fun together. She is very funny and a social butterfly. On canasta and Bible study nights, she comes out to play. She goes from lap to lap and for some odd reason she really likes purses. I have not been able to train her to lift any money though.
During this past year my parents have been to my house twice, my niece and nephew once, and my niece again another time. Now lest you think my parents don't visit me enough, Mother has cancer and has been undertgoing treatments so she really hasn't been able. I have boarded Ophelia three times and since one visit from the parental unit was not known until they were on their way, Pam did an emergency babysit. This also involved hiding the food dishes, litter box and all toys each time.
So for an entire year I have managed to keep any mention or evidence of existence of my cat from my family. Only once did I let it slip. My cousin, Joyce, was riding with me to Guin and I said something about Ophelia. I swore her to secrecy.
Now for the weekend after surgery when my parents came up. They had no idea. I couldn't exactly hide her or board her. I mean I just had my knee replaced. So, I figured it was time. It had been a year after all. Mother was in the kitchen, I was in the bedroom, Ophelia was in her new favorite place - the cabinet over the refrigerator (I don't have doors on my cabinets). She had been there for about 3 hours at this point and no one had noticed her. Apparently she decided it was time to make her presence known and she moved to the top of the fridge. I hear my mother squeal and say there's a black cat in here. I said, oh, yeah, Mom, by the way...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Surgery!!
I had knee replacement surgery on January 10, 2011. They had suggested that I come in to Birmingham on Sunday because of the expected snow. My friend, Susan Clark, brought me in to the Comfort Inn in Irondale. My brother, Stan, was going to come up and be with me during surgery but he got to Jasper and it was too bad. He called and I told him to turn around and go back home. I would get a cab to go to the hospital. Well, that didn't happen! I tried everything under the sun to get a ride Monday morning. I finally wound up sitting in the lobby of the motel accosting people as they came through to see if they could give me a ride so I could have my surgery. T.J. was the angel who got me there. He was traveling from NC to MS to go back to work at his army base and got stuck in our snow/ice. He was at the Comfort Inn trying to get a room and was asking where he could eat breakfast. When he turned from the clerk I told him I bet they had breakfast at the hospital and I would buy his if he would take me so I could have my surgery. Without hesitation he said, sure I can take you. The real treat - when I got in his SUV, there were 3 puppies in the back seat! And they still had their puppy breath! What a treat. I made it to the hospital by 11:00, they processed me through and I went into surgery around 11:30. Next thing I knew it was 4:00 and I was in my room. I do remember waking up in recovery but I don't remember the trip to my room. Apparently I talked to Vicki at some point but I have no recollection of that. I definitely remember supper. Salad, Good rice, good green beans, dry roll and dry chicken. I think it took me 10 minutes to chew that first bite. I asked the nurse if they had any kind of sauce, they didn't, but they did have applesauce. Dip a bite into that and it was pretty good and definitely went down better. The chocolate cake was fabulous and the nurse brought me some milk to have with it when I asked.
Turns out it was okay being at the hospital by myself since I didn't sleep much. I would have kept anyone else awake or tried not to. This way I didn't have to worry.
The nurses and PCA's were great and some of them were stranded there for awhile. Came home on Friday January 14. Went back to work January 27. I only have 2 days at a time in me still. Apparently anesthesia really takes it out of you.
Turns out it was okay being at the hospital by myself since I didn't sleep much. I would have kept anyone else awake or tried not to. This way I didn't have to worry.
The nurses and PCA's were great and some of them were stranded there for awhile. Came home on Friday January 14. Went back to work January 27. I only have 2 days at a time in me still. Apparently anesthesia really takes it out of you.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Fall Break
I love fall break. I just wish I had another 3 days. My house is a wreck because I'm trying to organize it. I've pulled everything out in order to put it all in the correct place. I don't have enough correct places! I was going to get ready for my yard sale this week. I haven't even touched that stuff.
I did get all my deadlines met. Taxes are done (extension deadline-Oct 15), DKG nomination form sent, jury duty form returned. I so hope I get chosen for jury duty. It's federal and it's the first time I've been called. I've been wanting to serve on a jury FOREVER.
I did get all my deadlines met. Taxes are done (extension deadline-Oct 15), DKG nomination form sent, jury duty form returned. I so hope I get chosen for jury duty. It's federal and it's the first time I've been called. I've been wanting to serve on a jury FOREVER.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Blog Class
Now that I've started my blog I figure I need to find out how to do it! I'm sitting in a class at the high school waiting for us to get started. Maybe I'll learn all kinds of new and wonderful things to make my blog interesting and beautiful.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Wecome to my blog. I suspect postings will be few and far between but I have great news today.
My nephew, Payt, is engaged! He asked Heather to marry him Thursday night. They will be getting married on April 9, 2011. I am so happy for them. Prom is that night but it's worth missing for the wedding. After all it will only be the 2nd time in 25 years.
My nephew, Payt, is engaged! He asked Heather to marry him Thursday night. They will be getting married on April 9, 2011. I am so happy for them. Prom is that night but it's worth missing for the wedding. After all it will only be the 2nd time in 25 years.
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