So those of you with kids in AWANA will recognize the Diorama Project... Morgan chose the Paul and Silas one and I guess we all kinda got in on it and had a little fun! Matthew thought they needed a big, comfy couch. We were also pretty sure that they wore yellow ballcaps and had a pink pet rat. Morgan said he supposed they probably shouldn't put the sword so close to the prisoners, but you can probably trust Paul & Silas!
Why do the really, really bad days have to be capped off with a cake order and a tight deadline? About a year ago, my neighbor lady fell and was taken to the hospital, but still passed away. It was about 3am and I had to go home and get a couple hours of sleep before finishing and setting up a wedding cake. Not fun. Today I had to take her husband's dog to the vet, then come home and get a cake done before running the cake over to town and bringing the dog home. Only thing is, it was really bad and they had to put her down. Now I'm in no mood to do a cake, although I know it must be done. I have done it before. You just do it. Press on. No time to stop and cry like I'd really like to be doing. I guess we're not even bringing her back to the farm to bury her. I really don't know what to do about that. I really needed that grave. I don't even have a picture of her.
I'm really sorry if anyone is actually reading this. I know I'm usually rather chipper and wordy with my posts. This one just isn't. It's not how I feel and I had to do something with it. Just not my day. The kids are out hanging a bird feeder to try to cheer me up. I know it's really hard on them, too. This dog used to come over with the neighbor's son when we were building this house. (The super sad part about that is that today would have been his 57th birthday.) I had always wanted a St. Bernard, and his dad had one, so he brought her over a lot. Then I started checking in on his folks there at the farm and eventually started taking care of her, too. Matthew and I would take her on pickup rides when she was bored. Even got her a new pink collar.
Sometime last month, one of her hip joints went out and she started carrying a back leg. Then just a couple days ago, she must have fallen and broken her back leg that she was carrying. There's just very little that can be done for a dog that size with bad hips. I don't think the choice was wrong at all. I know she was in a lot of pain. I just wasn't done with her. All about me, ya know.
Anyway, good bye Polly. I really love you.
Daddy's little girl... or at least her cat!
Looks innocent, doesn't she? This might be the orneriest cat I know, and yet she remains on the throne around here. Why? Because Daddy likes her. She's supposed to be Mallory's cat, but Mallory knows that's a deal gone bad. He is such a sucker for a pretty girl! =) Talk about girls trying to get by on good looks...
She really is funny, though. She hardly has a voice at all, so she looks up at you and does this little chirp. She also has a fondness of hiding under things and grabbing your shoes (or socks) as you go by. Or hiding in wait under the dishwasher door when it's open. Thus the name Chirpy Twerpy.
She has so much hair that she looks like she's walking around in her baggie jammies. I think Michael sees more of a flowing bridal gown or something. She can just do no wrong in his eyes. Even though we constantly find her sleeping on the dining room table and knocking folded clothes off the laundry table. No one else gets away with that!
Oh, well. I guess until I lose my status with him, I'll just let sleeping cats lie...
I never make resolutions, mainly because I don't like to focus on what I seem to fail most miserably at doing in the first place. I would like, however, to focus on those things which make my life more meaningful. I don't know that I ever wrote anything meaningful in my blogs, but I do know that I found a lot of joy in the moments, thinking to myself that I would go home and blog about this. We shall see. If this one post is all that ever happens this year, well at least I didn't do any worse than last year!
