Monday, February 15, 2016
Able to leap tall chairs in a single bound, as long as there is a treat involved!
Ready for my orders, sir!
There must be someone who needs saved out there somewhere...
(Kitty Coconut really is a super hero. If Lauren is laughing and screaming while she's playing with the dogs, Coco thinks she's in trouble and needs rescuing. She will come bolting out of nowhere with her claws of fury and has no problem taking on the giant Airedale that is ten times her size. We often have to intercede because once she gets started, Coco won't back down from attacking!)
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Unlike the last couple of years, I am none too sorry to see 2015 come to a close. For me, it immediately got off to a bad start, and although there were certainly a lot good things that happened, it never seemed to fully recover. I think the lack of blog posts this year was a reflection of that. So I welcome 2016 with caution because while it could certainly be better, it could also be worse.
This year I decided not do to any projects, although I am going to try journaling again. For the third time. They do say that third time is a charm, right? In any case, I'm not calling it a "project" because that would surely doom it. I did make some modifications to my approach that will hopefully keep me interested and enthusiastic. In the old way I was doing it, there was a lot of room for both drawing and writing. I'm not a real touchy-feely kind of person, so all that space to write about my innermost thoughts just wasn't working for me. Since most of my days are pretty routine, there was typically little to report other than:
- Got up.
- Drove to work (Stopped for coffee somewhere in the middle).
- Did some work.
- Ate lunch with Mel C.
- Went to a lot of meetings.
- Drove home.
- Picked up Lauren.
- Took the dogs out.
- Made dinner (Or picked up take out on the way home).
- Watched television.
- Went to bed.
I guess we'll see how this works out. So far I like it, but then again, it's only the third day of the year.
Otherwise, we've been very lazy in 2016. I haven't even left the house since New Year's Day.
Marcus's resolution for 2016 is to spend time on the couch (which, incidentally, he's not allowed to do).
Cookie's resolution to is to snuggle more in the new year.
I'm not sure how that's possible, but it's always good to have goals.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, other than me in my blouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that they would fit one ginormous polar bear.
On Christmas morning, Lauren always helps the pets open their presents before opening her own. Kitty Coconut received a little set of breakfast themed toys shaped like toast, bacon and an egg.
One of the highlights of Christmas morning was watching Coco play with her bacon. That kitty really loves her bacon!
BACON BACON BACON!
Oh no, WHO TOOK MY BACON?!
Then it was Lauren's turn. Don't be fooled by the fact that she is fully dressed for the day. These events did indeed take place at around six o'clock in the morning.
Wait, what's this?
YES!!! Taylor Swift sheet music for the clarinet!
And the opening continued on...
...and on. Until Lauren's Christmas wish came true in the form of an XBox One.
Then it was our turn to open our presents. We had to put them on the chairs because they are not permitted under "Lauren's Tree." I didn't take any photos of us opening because I was the only one still wearing my pajamas like a normal person, and therefore not photo ready. Mark got some socks with chickens on them, a book about tree houses, a new cel phone, a toaster, and some shirts. I got a pillow with a cat on it, pajamas, a few tops including a Francisco Cervelli t-shirt, a throw, vintage Christmas ornaments, and some coloring books.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and I hope the polar bear doesn't bite!”
Back in the olden days, I used to craft for Christmas, making gifts and decorations for presents. As the years passed, the time available to prepare for Christmas just got shorter and shorter in supply, and crafting was one of the casualties. But Lauren brought back the tradition this year by making these cute jars to give out as gifts.
This idea was brought to you by the magic of Pintrest and this link.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
- The holly and the ivy,
- When they are both full grown,
- Of all the trees that are in the wood,
- The holly bears the crown.
- The rising of the sun
- And the running of the deer,
- The playing of the merry organ,
- Sweet singing in the choir.
Earlier this week, we decided it was time to fill the void in our chicken coop, so we traveled to a Freehling Farms, which is located somewhere in the middle of Kittanning, so we could pick out a couple of new residents. Out of the hundreds of chicks to choose from, these two won the lottery. Meet Holly and Ivy.
Holly is the one wearing the leg warmers. She's a cochin. Ivy is a blue laced red wyandotte. Ivy is the feisty one. Mark thinks that she may turn out to be a rooster because she's always standing straight and tall. Holly, on the other hand, is very mellow.
She likes to roost on anything and everything.
And she didn't even mind wearing a hat!
Did I mention that she's really mellow?
Last week, we celebrated an extended Thanksgiving. We packed three full days with gratitude, family and fun.
It's typical on Thanksgiving to be thankful for having food on the table. This year we had an unusually big turkey for our feast - 20 pounds to be exact. We were particularly thankful for this turkey, not because of its size, but because it represented that we were having a BIG FAMILY Thanksgiving, as our cousins Nick and Noreen were coming to join us!
As a side note, there was some concern that the turkey was going to be to big for the roaster. Thankfully, it fit.
We are thankful for social media, for without it, we would not know that we could craft a turkey from pepperoni, cheese and crackers.
We are thankful that we were able to avoid all the Black Friday shoppers because we have a city that's filled with history, culture and pretty things to admire, and not just Wal-Marts. Here's Lauren learning how to drive on a Model T in the car and carriage museum at The Frick.
Later that evening, we went to the Winter Flower Show and Light Garden at Phipps Conservatory.
We're thankful for football, even if it involves a little trash talking.
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Lauren didn't dress up for Halloween this year, so someone had to suffer in her place.
Chin up, Cookie - it could have been worse. The pet store also had a unicorn and a taco costume on sale.
Yes, I hope this house has Reese's Cups too. They're the best!
Saturday, October 31, 2015
The jack o'lanterns were carved with care in hopes that The Great Pumpkin soon would be there! Lauren carved the one on right of the cat sitting in a window, which she did all by herself. Mine is the mustache on the left, and Mark's is the evil one in the middle.
I was asked last weekend if I was ever going to update the blog again. I thought that it was an odd question since I did make at least one post last month, but I didn't realize that the post was made at the beginning of September, which means I haven't updated in almost two months. Yikes.
So I've dusted off the cobwebs and decided to give the blog some love. Since it hadn't been changed in over a year, it was about time for a new banner, and who better to star in it than Poppy and Blossom. Sadly, sister Pepsi died in a freak accident earlier this month where we think she got scared and somehow broke her neck by flying into the coop wall. Mark is already on the hunt for a new member to fill the void in the chicken family.
Speaking of chickens, earlier this month we visited Irons Mill Farmstead.
What does this have to do with chickens (Besides the fact that chickens reside on a farm?)? Well, Mark discovered the farm earlier in this year because the owner was selling a log cabin playhouse that would eventually become our chicken coop. The farm is famous for the giant sports themed corn maze that they make every year.
We gave it a good go, but we didn't make it through the whole maze. After awhile, corn as far as the eye can see gets a little boring.
That's not to say that we were bored because there were lots of other fun things to do. Here's Lauren trying out the giant apple slingshot.
And there were pumpkin checkers to play.
Continuing the corn theme, they had this giant sandbox, which I guess you would call a cornbox, where kids and adults could play and get corn stuck in their pants and down their shirts.
Mark wanted to demonstrate that Lauren is almost as tall as me now. And I got a haircut too.
They have this really lovely barn on the property that you can rent for weddings. We'll have to keep that in mind in about fifteen years or so.
And we'll end with a bunch of cute pictures of Mark and Lauren at the top of the haystack pile. Now that the holiday months are here, I'm sure I'll have more blog material. In fact, I think I'll start off November tomorrow with some photos that I shot last week of the ever adorable Cookie.