tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31194872898750376002024-03-05T19:12:57.792-06:00Two Cat SceneLil' gay house on the prairietwo cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-88515153939988728582012-08-11T09:13:00.000-06:002012-08-11T09:13:45.464-06:00Right of passage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You, know, it's funny. I started a new blog, wrote in it once, got swept up in new-mommyness and here we are, a year and some later, and I am right back to this blog, one that for some reason I just couldn't bear to trash! It's like a journal, I guess - right?<br />
Little M is no longer so little - at 13.5 months he's a bam bam of a baby-toddler. He still doesn't sleep (still up every hour or two at night) but we are working on night weaning, and we are talking about trying again in a few months.<br />
I wish I would have written more. My sleep deprived, hormonal, thyroid-whacked-out brain feels so foggy about his first year that in a way it's like I missed out! Now though, I'm trying my hardest to appreciate it for what it is - I went back to work at 8 months, then J stayed home for a few months, but he has been in full time daycare since May. I had no idea how hard that would be...two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-20069512771184741212011-02-02T20:22:00.005-06:002011-02-02T20:34:39.416-06:00WTF OMG WTF OMG!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hV-Pq0ej3wyUNzMpheWE2PQBLIcWJgoK23y5xHRL0M9zb9bm91EFrrF_MWcWmpo6nNX0mHhreWLyotZ5wTFh7xmqQ1YRCvoD5613e_zR50iiRZwzoALEYmA5CQiHuPlhcC1sY5FSvfxR/s1600/008.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPNvMYK7yHWEr4pO5ZanJhIysm-TvsvLZywPJ9WDUGlfefJ6iUJSuxRDYq7mBDd_SWS-PeQoyMjKIXYp5I1_6WYwmjneEwzMbxJnEOa-xDduO22fiW5GHh5CdJTPKAYcQkDxyqR9mIkEP/s1600/006.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-A0OuclkoEeNBW3HauiKyrZNuYm0CLmvZhjLzTx38mdGCrq_IIgJmoqj6G1UbAHR5WEnf7ax35mVc1nkCZ10hX2Q-MCC0dJjViGWXpwmV7ERxIvoe6xw_H1PNU4vH43Fu0py0M9NsdMvz/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-A0OuclkoEeNBW3HauiKyrZNuYm0CLmvZhjLzTx38mdGCrq_IIgJmoqj6G1UbAHR5WEnf7ax35mVc1nkCZ10hX2Q-MCC0dJjViGWXpwmV7ERxIvoe6xw_H1PNU4vH43Fu0py0M9NsdMvz/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569284569475028018" border="0" /></a><br />We came home from work to this. Yes, that is the stuffing from the pillow on the right side of the couch (It's one of those cushions attached to the couch). We knew who dunnit and she is still walking around with her head down. 3 1/2 hours later, I have successfully sewed the cushion back together- by hand. We're about to have a baby- no time to be investing in a new couch!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">hey... where'd my stuffing go?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPNvMYK7yHWEr4pO5ZanJhIysm-TvsvLZywPJ9WDUGlfefJ6iUJSuxRDYq7mBDd_SWS-PeQoyMjKIXYp5I1_6WYwmjneEwzMbxJnEOa-xDduO22fiW5GHh5CdJTPKAYcQkDxyqR9mIkEP/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPNvMYK7yHWEr4pO5ZanJhIysm-TvsvLZywPJ9WDUGlfefJ6iUJSuxRDYq7mBDd_SWS-PeQoyMjKIXYp5I1_6WYwmjneEwzMbxJnEOa-xDduO22fiW5GHh5CdJTPKAYcQkDxyqR9mIkEP/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569285041045891906" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ok, yeah, sorry mamas. sorry.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hV-Pq0ej3wyUNzMpheWE2PQBLIcWJgoK23y5xHRL0M9zb9bm91EFrrF_MWcWmpo6nNX0mHhreWLyotZ5wTFh7xmqQ1YRCvoD5613e_zR50iiRZwzoALEYmA5CQiHuPlhcC1sY5FSvfxR/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hV-Pq0ej3wyUNzMpheWE2PQBLIcWJgoK23y5xHRL0M9zb9bm91EFrrF_MWcWmpo6nNX0mHhreWLyotZ5wTFh7xmqQ1YRCvoD5613e_zR50iiRZwzoALEYmA5CQiHuPlhcC1sY5FSvfxR/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569285359837555586" border="0" /></a>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-90701160906415070242011-01-01T14:47:00.005-06:002011-05-25T14:47:09.858-06:00Ease & FlowWe're now in week 16 and boy has my belly grown this past week! Pregnancy feels nothing like I thought it would- all the stretching and growing is very odd.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLhTomFfxawMif4qS6lVKmfvDqgD_LLdhSXYb3i6aAigfpfisHVmRpeWvvXeOT4XWx_2YxHtoS645QD8pyHmSL5u6rmZ6sEkZWaS-bsGz-JNc1SychbJraDxUWMtAPUy8YMH9bRV53_yL/s1600/flow.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLhTomFfxawMif4qS6lVKmfvDqgD_LLdhSXYb3i6aAigfpfisHVmRpeWvvXeOT4XWx_2YxHtoS645QD8pyHmSL5u6rmZ6sEkZWaS-bsGz-JNc1SychbJraDxUWMtAPUy8YMH9bRV53_yL/s320/flow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325266448422338" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://twocatscene.blogspot.com/2009/12/fearless-balance.html">Last year I had talked about how J and I have the tradition of each picking a word for the new year</a>. The year absolutely flew by... and here we are again. For the first time we both had a harder time choosing words. I didn't want to just choose and obvious one like 'birth', 'love' and 'joy', although all of those are appropriate. In the end, I didn't choose my word until this morning, I picked 'flow' as in, go with it! I worry too much, I think too much, and I am not very good at just living in the moment, so this year I am going to give myself permission to be myself without worrying, live my life without judging, let myself be imperfect without self-criticism, and let the good things come as they may.<br /><br />J chose 'ease'... I thought it was a brilliant choice.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-40992351792818939062010-10-20T18:37:00.001-06:002010-10-20T19:19:40.425-06:00Knocked up!...and it was on the first try too! Due date: June 22, 2011, summer solstice, we're told. J and I are stoked, and feel so lucky that the iui took right away. We're calling her 'Sesame', as in 'seed' because that's about how big she was when we found out we were pregnant.... here we go!two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-14851721357658092712010-09-18T20:11:00.003-06:002010-09-18T20:16:08.608-06:00Leap of faith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbYRNSncIw7e_ymOlq4t5fURlJ6xUSgqW94bREzoPLKlB5HS8tlPllEB8Y9vaDEKYbCKIaPn4Bs8UnahX8qQsFhJWepqUj-Rso1XsVjf2X3PUycqeT1N2ud-fknSNovgQEcSiB_tV36WE/s1600/030803-A-8960E-005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbYRNSncIw7e_ymOlq4t5fURlJ6xUSgqW94bREzoPLKlB5HS8tlPllEB8Y9vaDEKYbCKIaPn4Bs8UnahX8qQsFhJWepqUj-Rso1XsVjf2X3PUycqeT1N2ud-fknSNovgQEcSiB_tV36WE/s320/030803-A-8960E-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518442605735712786" border="0" /></a><br />I'm taking a leap, I'm taking a break and I am reconsidering my direction. I'm dropping my class and may drop the MA program altogether. It doesn't seem so big when I write it down, but the decision is a huge one, especially coming from someone who doesn't like to quit things for fear of looking like a failure.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-6635223112158694252010-09-07T20:46:00.002-06:002010-09-07T20:59:11.997-06:00Umm, I seem to have misplaced my period.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVzTORXYVPMIU2j1GJVKr5wwV1xtzEXmTZkNyDThDGWqYWxLtdfVdDu68a9TxrlyauwSQLuC6Jchu-Irz_PfAWI29JNaYqG3ogl5ENdnJyMm1hKDpIi1bS9iGdLq34Of_DT26R5VfZL2V/s1600/images1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVzTORXYVPMIU2j1GJVKr5wwV1xtzEXmTZkNyDThDGWqYWxLtdfVdDu68a9TxrlyauwSQLuC6Jchu-Irz_PfAWI29JNaYqG3ogl5ENdnJyMm1hKDpIi1bS9iGdLq34Of_DT26R5VfZL2V/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514371740654690514" border="0" /></a><br />No really, and I'm kinda waiting for it to start the fertility drugs and have that long-awaited first iui... and of course I'm late. Or right on time? Hence the drugs. Never thought I'd pay so much attention to my cycle. All I want is to start trying already, enough waiting!two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-88663504641009507942010-09-01T15:03:00.006-06:002015-08-21T14:19:45.118-06:00Wedding... and a hiatus from blogging<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_MZDLann4uvRrJxTiIk0v4wRMrOaED3bPLo4p_BrGsDEtmCQks7gHlvGbsXQKelmjeGRb6IGerZWve6QyXRvNnkAJADLZacS8fIDnJ4-i5MYqc_pVlxifPcKsbmHw0PH8wNeMQKLmKbf/s1600/0019_6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512062045784507698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_MZDLann4uvRrJxTiIk0v4wRMrOaED3bPLo4p_BrGsDEtmCQks7gHlvGbsXQKelmjeGRb6IGerZWve6QyXRvNnkAJADLZacS8fIDnJ4-i5MYqc_pVlxifPcKsbmHw0PH8wNeMQKLmKbf/s320/0019_6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 247px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 374px;" /></a><br />
I have been thinking about just scrapping this blog. Obviously I haven't been around much. Wedding has come and gone... and truthfully I am thrilled to be married but so glad that the wedding part is over. I am just not a fan of weddings! Really, though, we were very lucky, everything went off without a hitch. We kayaked over to the island at 2 pm on August 1. We could hear the church bells at a big old church nearby, more weddings I suppose! I was wearing a skirt and J and I had not rehearsed the exit from the kayak. We had our dads there to help us out, I managed to keep from flashing everyone. We had the 9 nieces and nephews blowing bubbles as we made our way down the 'aisle' (just grass) and had a barefoot wedding under a beautiful tree with our families there to support us. As we kissed after being pronounced married there was a HUGE crack of thunder, then a light sprinkle of rain-- we have the proof on the marriage certificate. We had dinner at a restaurant that had offered to shut down the dining room for us. The kids were well taken care of and had lots of room to play.<br />
J is my wife and I have started referring to her as such. It felt really weird at first... thrilling though. I am so glad we decided to get married.<br />
More pics another day... maybe!two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-11152998243931170742010-07-01T08:56:00.003-06:002010-09-07T20:44:24.175-06:00The countdown is on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz265epbV6QsSm6KExdkl5H3RS8Uc4gxbtnA2xf0EW1KK6gBLvdQoEBWrIjyO1A5szwZ-zDz_UG1cIb535nj0WljNPdIeP5D3p4MFTeHd0SL1thxmC1eUN7Ij-PTNso-jyS3VCiJt3yVWi/s1600/325_kayaking_292.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz265epbV6QsSm6KExdkl5H3RS8Uc4gxbtnA2xf0EW1KK6gBLvdQoEBWrIjyO1A5szwZ-zDz_UG1cIb535nj0WljNPdIeP5D3p4MFTeHd0SL1thxmC1eUN7Ij-PTNso-jyS3VCiJt3yVWi/s320/325_kayaking_292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488952094636677170" border="0" /></a><br />Now that it is officially July, there is no more pretending that there is lots of time left.... our wedding is now officially a month away. We are getting married on an island within the lake in our city, and J discovered this morning that the day of our wedding is also an event on the water of that lake.... hmmmm...<br />Our plan has been to have everyone ferried over and J and I are hoping to kayak up to the island and have the kids blowing bubbles as we make our way down the 'aisle'. Today we're going to give that a test run.... this is a man-made lake with a lot of man-made grossness so I don't know whether this is possible.<br />On the 9th my coworkers are throwing us a shower. Yes, a group of straight coworkers are insisting that they want to do this which really says a lot, doesn't it? I'm a notorious non-attender when it comes to events like this at my office and here we are at the centre of it. I'm very out at work, obviously, and everyone knows J too because she works at the university too. Someone asked what our 'colours' were for the wedding. Ummm... are we supposed to have colours? Not at this wedding, ladies....two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-46355024263747219682010-06-14T21:03:00.004-06:002010-06-14T21:08:30.322-06:00I did it...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab40zzbw6L8vBEkndXEE3nrkdjmj1x2hUjuOCtu7r2fN1Cd-AB99Ul9GmV_x3w1vNjKKpq85iWxrNmsziP4CdxYiIiiA8i941zltysBphLQmX30CakGl64U7ZVDBP88jSM6OtUyW5cR3C/s1600/got+privilege.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjab40zzbw6L8vBEkndXEE3nrkdjmj1x2hUjuOCtu7r2fN1Cd-AB99Ul9GmV_x3w1vNjKKpq85iWxrNmsziP4CdxYiIiiA8i941zltysBphLQmX30CakGl64U7ZVDBP88jSM6OtUyW5cR3C/s320/got+privilege.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482831507659563858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ok, almost. Tonight I gave my final lecture in the condensed course I am taking (as a grad student taking part in an undergrad class). I gave a lecture that was mostly on heterosexual privilege & language, and it was well received. Now I only have to mark another 30 short papers, and write a paper myself, and then I am done for the summer, just working rather than doing the work/school balance. Who knows-- maybe I will even have time for blogging again...two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-7419685217587520722010-06-03T21:03:00.008-06:002010-06-03T21:13:41.612-06:00Stop here, read this, totally worth it, I promise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRZCnuyFNQgowRcsyj2BAe2nKSBZk2zD2pvJ0-u8DM5D7EjV4OFe_gj2PNvxnHs69Ikk0RvsPymwVsEM9KgQZlWtceAmxgO5V7J013RcJeZcO8EaLUbdsvy9BruOKSyXfwO-q345WVtbI/s1600/dressup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRZCnuyFNQgowRcsyj2BAe2nKSBZk2zD2pvJ0-u8DM5D7EjV4OFe_gj2PNvxnHs69Ikk0RvsPymwVsEM9KgQZlWtceAmxgO5V7J013RcJeZcO8EaLUbdsvy9BruOKSyXfwO-q345WVtbI/s320/dressup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478750402335351618" border="0" /></a>Listen to this podcast, starting from 29:00, Act 2, Tom Girls (buy or stream, if you stream it will start from an intro that is about a minute, then into the hour-long program)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/374/Somewhere-Out-There?bypass=true">http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/374/Somewhere-Out-There?bypass=true</a><br /><br />It blows my mind.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-25595722688325569072010-05-01T08:27:00.002-06:002010-05-01T08:43:29.438-06:00Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpx8BG-iLiplqMf9yFtok8suDulkmobyO1iy8kc37u_dYB6WFNpymUzhZm3_YMxaGA0xDgtYRKiOPJbD3KYqTrGfEKBlYWPWHYlLzQE2T59Q68hHJd3mGl118vSKyN3VEpP4sUvtvczcGx/s1600/clock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpx8BG-iLiplqMf9yFtok8suDulkmobyO1iy8kc37u_dYB6WFNpymUzhZm3_YMxaGA0xDgtYRKiOPJbD3KYqTrGfEKBlYWPWHYlLzQE2T59Q68hHJd3mGl118vSKyN3VEpP4sUvtvczcGx/s320/clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466312143208052098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Suddenly I am in the blissful blank space between semesters. I finished my first class on the 21st, and am taking a May-June condensed course that starts on Monday. I will be the only grad student in this class- it is an Education course for future teachers and is a relatively informal look at sexuality and how one comes to realize and understand their own sexuality. I'm told that a number of students often come out by the end of the class. My role will be a little different, I'll present some lectures and write a paper. I think it will be a whirlwind but still a good one.<br /><br />My little puppy has grown to be a one-year-old 65 pound ball of happy energy... great sometimes, overwhelming other times.<br /><br />J and I have 'bought' our baby.... we spent $2200 on sperm from some young buck putting himself through school. This was supposed to be our first month of trying but the doctor didn't do the referral to the other doctor... so now we wait, sperm in storage. I suppose it's fine anyway, I'm ovulating now and the doctor wouldn't be doing an insemination over the weekend.<br /><br />The thing about it is that it is so easy to feel overwhelmed by the whole thing. We are already busy, we already have 2 dogs, 2 cats. Adding a baby sometimes feels like too much, but I don't want to wait anymore. There is never the right time, right? Some days we can't wait, some days we are scared... I just wish that it could happen by accident so that we would just have to deal with it.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-63706964999317565052010-02-12T08:23:00.003-06:002010-02-12T08:35:34.134-06:00I stole thisI stole this from Aneke who is so lucky to be <a href="http://attheedgeoftheocean.blogspot.com/">At the edge of the ocean</a><br /><br /><div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center">If you can't fight<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center">and you can't flee<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center">flow<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"><strong><br />Robert Elliot</strong></div><br />I have been treading water in the past 7 weeks. I started an MA, I work full-time, and wanted to join a committee but ended up co-chairing one of the sub-committees (time consuming but worth it, it is the organization of a camp for queer youth).<br />So, I have been busy and self-doubting, I even started reading a self-help book. Not my style but I needed something. So here I am reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway!</span> I'll admit that it is helping.<br />My first class this semester is an undergrad/grad hybrid. 40 undergrads and 2 grad students including me. The other grad student is well in to her program and I am working my butt off to feel like I am keeping up! I have to do a presentation on the opening sequence to True Blood, and link it to the class readings. This would be ok except Fine Arts is not my background and the class is full of 3rd & 4th year film students. Bah!<br />A few weeks after that the other grad student and I have to present a 3 hour lecture, likely on the L Word.<br />I hate public speaking.<br />Flow flow flow flow flow flow flow.<br /><br />ps.... I am in the Library. Got here early and got a great, quiet, comfy spot. Now some guy is here sharing my table, chewing his fucking gum and I am about to lose it on him. How can you chew your gum with your mouth closed and still make so much slobbery noise?two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-86294742835808454452010-01-04T19:22:00.004-06:002010-01-04T20:25:41.688-06:00Happiness...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSH9ZlISOQIu0hp4LxlNSmoOx6TaZoTIAa1ZRFf9rBJWsxvkZ0vg6AdqOb_DF1Dl84skwFB19osljokOtimNufpNcC5fX3udp4VS4c59rX1-qV0QOSdQ7uUBVSJzMO7sczN6Ul4E2KlBp7/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSH9ZlISOQIu0hp4LxlNSmoOx6TaZoTIAa1ZRFf9rBJWsxvkZ0vg6AdqOb_DF1Dl84skwFB19osljokOtimNufpNcC5fX3udp4VS4c59rX1-qV0QOSdQ7uUBVSJzMO7sczN6Ul4E2KlBp7/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423063592630046082" border="0" /></a><br />...is a picture on my fridge (secured with my fav magnet) of a sunrise? sunset? drawn by my 6 year old niece, <span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span>. She and her sister <span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span> (8) and their brother <span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span> (3) were over for a sleepover on Saturday night.<br /><br />My sister in law <span style="font-weight: bold;">A-L</span> is still living with us but spends many nights at her boyfriend's. On Saturday the kids stayed in A-L's room. J brought the kids up to bed. I was downstairs but could hear the conversation going on upstairs and nearly melted with happiness. It went like this...<br /><br />S: "How come A-L has such a little bedroom?"<br />J: "Well, she just lives with us for now but pretty soon this will be a baby's room instead."<br />S: "You and Auntie are going to have a baby?"<br />J: "We'd really like to. What do you think of that? Do you want another little baby cousin?"<br />S: "Yeah!"<br />L: "So, you and Auntie L are going to get married?"<br />S: "Yeah, remember? This summer! 'Cause girls can marry girls!"<br />A: (in a happy shout): "And boys can marry boys!"<br /><br />It's amazing, isn't it? At 3, 6 and 8 they are totally fine with it.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-15143912835791840262009-12-30T09:59:00.003-06:002009-12-30T10:24:30.254-06:00C'mon... I know you wanna....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsMPymrZLhGaLNzvdExwsDAGU2U1Z3TP7PGWRbQNOJCLySh75VZu_KgXSzpQaAiW0VF5TrnzQJqIMhyq9hYsK3sYA8CZGoh9gU1SnJjDQogJUPAnhIXH-dT5n-F8ErQ7d4i9lpd_e-Fhw/s1600-h/lazy-cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsMPymrZLhGaLNzvdExwsDAGU2U1Z3TP7PGWRbQNOJCLySh75VZu_KgXSzpQaAiW0VF5TrnzQJqIMhyq9hYsK3sYA8CZGoh9gU1SnJjDQogJUPAnhIXH-dT5n-F8ErQ7d4i9lpd_e-Fhw/s320/lazy-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421065774185723522" border="0" /></a><br />....be laaa-aaazy like me.<br /><br />Can you have a lazy day with goals?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number one: </span>spend day in my new Christmas pj's.... minus the obligatory dog walk where I will wear warm comfies then promptly slide back into my flannels for the day<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number two:</span> take a bath & read a magazine<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number three: </span>surf the web (hello <a href="http://dorothysurrenders.blogspot.com/2009/12/vacation-vixen-maggie-gyllenhaal.html">Maggie</a>!)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number four:</span> turn the Roomba on so it looks like I've done something while J is away working<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number 5:</span> IM J to gloat about my lazy day<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number 6:</span> Make a pizza for J to make up for my gloating<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goal number 7:</span> quit making goals so I can go laze my day awaytwo cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-7975020626046839962009-12-27T11:19:00.005-06:002011-05-25T14:51:38.264-06:00Fearless Balance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh81bbEhXqPK6wKKAs2QMDVBY9s0HLCDylQfKDX9VRrLzwd8_Yx62TWpXwBc3V1sI8cA7YkA4if0i0JlbV2IjfBKQh0r457_YBRQ1p1dmhm5U7SAH9DwZuBu8NSnoJY26nZ0X_fmD-5qqSm/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+2009+013.JPG"><br /></a><br />Hey look! It's my 50th post!<br />Somehow it has been a month since I last posted anything, I don't know how time passes so quickly.<br /><br />Here we are at the end of 2009. Can you believe it?<br /><br />J and I have a New Year's tradition that we started a few years back. We each choose a word for the upcoming year. We don't tell each other what we've chosen until close to New Year's. J told me that she chose her word months ago.<br /><br />So, for 2010 we usher in J's year of <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Balance</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>and my year of being <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fearless</span></span>. My word came to me just last week while painting the bedroom. It's funny how much those words come up through the year... it has become one of my favorite traditions.<br /><br />Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-68371329605672888352009-11-22T17:39:00.003-06:002009-11-22T18:11:27.298-06:00Hitch me up, pardner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR3icH8FZ_W1DxMMzvtjrYOJg8_d70O0lXVLNZ4GaDVIr6PhvNVwSjjcMQ0dqzpL39M22vkfpzCmIbF6omzBY5Aliqfd8_loVRqDwH2mlxYh1dg7nCeywDtmecnLQu0By55XwbSCVuqsI/s1600/Liz+and+Joce+119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR3icH8FZ_W1DxMMzvtjrYOJg8_d70O0lXVLNZ4GaDVIr6PhvNVwSjjcMQ0dqzpL39M22vkfpzCmIbF6omzBY5Aliqfd8_loVRqDwH2mlxYh1dg7nCeywDtmecnLQu0By55XwbSCVuqsI/s320/Liz+and+Joce+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407084939118197202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know what I did to be so lucky, but I am.<br /><br />J and I are getting <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">m<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">a</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">r</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">i</span>e</span>d</span>, after 8 years of being together. It didn't always feel so important to get married, it didn't seem like something that would change things, and I am not sure how it shifted but it did. She is the love of my life and makes me laugh every day. I want to be able to call her my wife, I want to know that when our kids are born we will know that there is that legal piece of paper saying that we choose to be together and that it was important enough to make it official in front of our families. So August 7th is the proposed date.<br /><br />And... I got in to grad school, I start in January. That is amazing too.<br /><br />What a day.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-1505390221663336492009-11-10T20:17:00.003-06:002009-11-10T20:27:16.539-06:00Puppy bedrest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jtCqKhuS3wYkHxMKB7CdPW9UXM2IaoNXdpIiiQ1PPru-WHN-7FCWkrbfRoIQO78cWhZvNMxk3XLQv3II9FQFInJ4DcAFI7NsTA_XIMuD6oWOqEYEtknT7CF9Dhym6WRbPNTpMY5zDfXj/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jtCqKhuS3wYkHxMKB7CdPW9UXM2IaoNXdpIiiQ1PPru-WHN-7FCWkrbfRoIQO78cWhZvNMxk3XLQv3II9FQFInJ4DcAFI7NsTA_XIMuD6oWOqEYEtknT7CF9Dhym6WRbPNTpMY5zDfXj/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402666879093510994" border="0" /></a><br />We had Jersey spayed last Tuesday. By Sunday morning she wasn't healing well enough and the vet said to keep our 6 month old, 43 pound puppy, still for another 10 days. As her mommas, we haven't been diligent enough in restricting her movements and now we're being punished.<br />How do we keep her still?! She's on leash in the house and HATES us for it. She's been chewing on her elk antlers (fallen antlers, a bit easier on my vegetarian mind!), which the people at our favorite pet place told us would last for months (based on their pit bull's track record)-- she's finished hers in a week.<br />Wish us luck!two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-6684984740976251092009-11-05T10:19:00.005-06:002009-11-05T10:28:13.273-06:00Sing out loud or under your breath...I love this song and saw this video a while ago- seems à propos for all that is going on in the US with gay marriage and with, of course, the daily struggle we all face.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03PnU27cWDs&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03PnU27cWDs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-72028822079373056342009-11-04T08:05:00.001-06:002009-11-04T08:06:59.047-06:00It's up for interpretation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JjbqbyFYb4uTtK5rgyG0IvrX-rLH4At2sYfQlTeeJuc7e8Okq-hfy0Db2Ncc2dsJmBVtlk6qe4Lxv0SOJzuOnpl6CEOJneOuUyrdYOpyGuk30tMXg_iKIB7YjLmd2C6MKfdDsBFGYwoP/s1600-h/4395e1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JjbqbyFYb4uTtK5rgyG0IvrX-rLH4At2sYfQlTeeJuc7e8Okq-hfy0Db2Ncc2dsJmBVtlk6qe4Lxv0SOJzuOnpl6CEOJneOuUyrdYOpyGuk30tMXg_iKIB7YjLmd2C6MKfdDsBFGYwoP/s320/4395e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400249596615820050" border="0" /></a>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-28489218010585392232009-11-03T15:35:00.004-06:002011-05-25T14:52:23.488-06:00Mid afternoon blogging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1AY49uod1GtH0vPSgLs61QWZuZF283zYPRbTEH6wdFL4wQhXXeUw3wPE3qgIfNNZ-uGHlDJcPSx-caPOv0HsDfT0zHJPJNYAErwoQVe84I-bAQMB3edfyVsX6WOV85Clahni0eiAtUkf/s1600-h/me+and+pups.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br />Ah, yes, the Tuesday-mid-afternoon-blog. These are things that make me smile. Most times I can't be bothered to sit at the computer and write after a day of doing just that at work. I am off this week as our pup (who now weighs 43 pounds at 6 mos, and weighed just 20 at 4 mos) is at the vet getting spayed. I took the time off to watch over her and her stitches-- she is a very active puppy and I imagine she'd be a prime candidate for ripping them out.<br /><br />I am trying out a gluten free diet to see if I am celiac. Anyone have any tips to keep things interesting? I'm a vegetarian so the options are limited.two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-74469573653788233912009-10-27T18:47:00.002-06:002009-10-27T18:59:55.342-06:00Surrounded by zee dogs, drinking zee crappy wine with me honee<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV1OWF85IHQ&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BV1OWF85IHQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Ok, so, blogging hasn't been my forte this month. Sue me. Things are calm, things are good, I'm off next week to be around while Jersey recovers from being spayed. Hopefully it will calm her down a bit!<br />Today I submitted my proposal to Grad School. Now we sit and wait.<br /><br />J and I are going to see Jesse Cook (again!), if he is coming to your area he is SO worth seeing live.<br />Check out these links (embedding disabled, sorry!) and the one above.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-dUbcYIZio">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-dUbcYIZio</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPXIlMdpXIo&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPXIlMdpXIo&feature=related</a>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-73042272309394010902009-10-13T20:16:00.004-06:002009-10-13T20:28:08.868-06:00Lets face it, I'm a shitty blogger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e4uC76zkPA6fJ6N6bftQLKhI-c_d43kbOUqUFSNi9KpxGXDGMfN5Q-spDF4bsqvQtwnYZikSmL06vE_W1mjiWc4TuV9X31_fXLaTKHz-pwxKlLFQMK5ICPQ_VgrnHeqi_YETim8ymKuP/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e4uC76zkPA6fJ6N6bftQLKhI-c_d43kbOUqUFSNi9KpxGXDGMfN5Q-spDF4bsqvQtwnYZikSmL06vE_W1mjiWc4TuV9X31_fXLaTKHz-pwxKlLFQMK5ICPQ_VgrnHeqi_YETim8ymKuP/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275165368451282" border="0" /></a><br />...time flies... I don't know how, but it does. The long weekend was a nice treat (Cdn Thanksgiving). We've had cold weather though, Jersey has had her first taste of snow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O0trZDWun58HYDXwhmrGSppt5g6lky_Lc5dP-bW06D5wqRNDCTsxaqFridekRiEn6LSeyvHq5nRoEQ9esnrlg7dbg_iRu0WJuA4gv6yXG78-PnoAS5KEluSErLHVXPP-bUdUw1x1RAaI/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-O0trZDWun58HYDXwhmrGSppt5g6lky_Lc5dP-bW06D5wqRNDCTsxaqFridekRiEn6LSeyvHq5nRoEQ9esnrlg7dbg_iRu0WJuA4gv6yXG78-PnoAS5KEluSErLHVXPP-bUdUw1x1RAaI/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392275966372335730" border="0" /></a>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-17078467390614337752009-10-06T12:42:00.002-06:002015-06-04T13:25:39.211-06:0028 candles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpl5bdgyXs24yqEKMOz7lZmZfF-trCRBtXan8QYrO-263xU7aTESHHmod4YVer61AMOqigmw5ibBUg0vjmWk6em2uHhGaNM4hChARuVrRSbW3ttQsJfY46YkaDeAcVvm5PwzDRdkMYftY8/s1600-h/3178189525_8aea52aa4d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389563399678255314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpl5bdgyXs24yqEKMOz7lZmZfF-trCRBtXan8QYrO-263xU7aTESHHmod4YVer61AMOqigmw5ibBUg0vjmWk6em2uHhGaNM4hChARuVrRSbW3ttQsJfY46YkaDeAcVvm5PwzDRdkMYftY8/s320/3178189525_8aea52aa4d.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
Happy birthday to me!<br />
It's just past noon so I cracked a beer. Tell me I can't. C'mon, I dare ya.<br />
My birthday tradition over the last 3 years or so has been to book the day off and take myself out on a date day. Thanks to the last minute cancellation of a meeting, this year is no exception. So, this morning I took J to work as usual for 7 am and then decided on a spontaneous trip out of town for a coffee. I drove myself to a cute lil' prairie town where J and I had originally considered buying-- only 20 minutes outside the city.<br />
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So here I am, home again. The dogs are now napping (moments ago I saw Jake chewing on something-- I went to investigate and found a baby tooth of Jersey's in his mouth. Uh huh. Weirdo) I've got a beer, I turned up the furnace because it is chilly (calling for snow tomorrow, nooo!) and I think I might change into my pj bottoms and watch a movie...<br />
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J is taking me out to dinner tonight, but I've got loads of time....<br />
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ahhh, me-day....two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-74644774366475846102009-10-04T08:27:00.001-06:002009-10-04T08:29:05.169-06:00Always makes me laugh...<object width="425" height="344">Happy Sunday morning y'all<param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGrKxDegbcs&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGrKxDegbcs&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>two cat scenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590924863601641951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119487289875037600.post-23139004665107425692009-09-29T20:11:00.011-06:002009-09-29T20:21:51.906-06:00oh, c'mon, it's funn-ee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPkxr1Injn2bI26Dirt5EJUqlWjqDV5HqeRcXT9jd2y1-qGi9VdcE2EhKEmqh-3CcuSTR4RQekx4E1stBrlIB0CKC2TGCGdJmva-9Jli9YF7dLvJSxSaoP-viKCZUXPlYHzK6SXDiOcCw/s1600-h/image015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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