February 25, 2009
These are the contents of my pocketbook. I try to use a relatively small-medium size bag, so I don't collect too much stuff. Then I would spend time shuffling around trying to find something. That doesn't work for me. Oops, I forgot my mobile phone; it was being charged.
What's in your handbag?
February 20, 2009
Let me begin by introducing you to our cat Leo, affectionaly known as Leomeister, Baby Leo, Boopie; you get the picture. He is one of the nicest cats I've ever met. I rescued Leo when he was seven weeks young, weighed two and a half pounds and shook uncontrollably. His large green eyes stared up and me; what was not to love?
Needless to say, he came home with me; that was fifteen years ago. We have a beautiful relationship: he loves me and I love him; it is that simple!
When people come to the door, he sniffs their shoes, lets them pet his head, then he's off to his comfy bed in the living room to watch and listen. He doesn't hiss, nor does he jump on kitchen counters. That was one of my disciplinary orders when he was a kitten. Admittedly, I am a strict Mom. He knows the house rules, however, he also gets unlimited amounts of love. He's lovable with my Hubby, and will lay on Hubby's feet, which are positioned on the ottoman, while watching a movie. Then he will fall asleep, and Hubby likes feeling Leo's weight pressed down on his socks. Leo is a sweetheart, plain and clear.
His health is overall good, except for the fact that is is diabetic. We give him his morning and evening shot of insulin, of which he doesn't even flinch (basically because his face is already in the fresh food). We also take him to his six month Vet check for his glucose curve test. Let's just say he is very anxious to come home, as most pets are. Unfortunately, he gets pricked for blood every hour for six hours. I know I would be abit crabby too.
He fills his days watching the flurry of activity at the bird feeder. I find him very interesting to watch. As a hunter, he croutches down and stares at the various types of birds, large and small, while his jaw makes little sounds - very cute. And he sleeps. Did I mention that? He sleeps approximately six-eight hours during the daytime, and then another eight hours at night. He does not wander around at night. I've heard that pets adapt to your living habits, and I think that is true for Leo. He sleeps when we sleep at night.
Both Hubby and I had dogs as pets in our childhood. Hubby had several Old English Sheepdogs (one at a time), and my family had a German Shepard - Collie (very handsome). Leo is the first cat that I ever considered owning. The place and timing were right for me in my life, and I'll never regret it. Okay, the cat hair is abit much sometimes, but the house stays very clean with a good strong vacuum cleaner, and diligence.
I love my little Leo with all my heart, just like every other pet lover who loves their pets. They are all part of our families. I'm sharing him with you for that one picture where he didn't run away. Evidently, he doesn't like the humming sound of the camera. That is our Leo!
February 18, 2009
Debbie and I have been friends since the 6th grade; yes, you read correctly. She was the new girl in my homeroom class, we clicked immediately, and have been friends ever since.
I know her family, she knows mine. We've seen each other through some difficult times, as well as funny and happy times. Debbie is someone who will always be there for her friends: on a rainy and/or sunny day, it doesn't matter, she'll be there. She's one of the most thoughtful people I know. When she meets someone for the first time, they can't help but notice her genuine interest in them. She's kind to strangers when they least expect it. This is one of her most likeable traits.
There are so many things to say about Debbie, that it would take writing volumes to accomplish it all. Suffice to say, she is one of my favorite people I know, full of generosity and consideration for others. I am extremely fortunate to be able to call her my friend.
Happy Birthday dear friend.
February 14, 2009
February 8, 2009
Mom's B-day is on Tues, Feb. 10th. She will be 88 years old. One of her celebrations was lunch out today at her favorite place: Sally Lunn's Tea Room. I know I've posted a pic. of it in the past, but here it is again. It was her wish that we do not take a picture of her. She thinks she is unphotogenic, of which I follow in her footsteps.
Anyway, my Mother, Hubby and I had a great time. It is a proper tea room, filled with lace tablecloths, individual teapots, and lovely antiques wherever you look. Afternoon tea was delicious; the food was scrumptious. We talked and laughed. I love her smile, and the way her eyes light up. I know she thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon.
For Tuesday, I have ordered her favorite carrot cake from her favorite bakery - Cafe Beethoven in a nearby town. We will have the rest of the family over to sing and celebrate. I think it will be easy to talk her into a family photoshoot.
In my eyes and in my heart, she is an angel.
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