Here are some the highlights and not so high-lights of the past couple weeks. . . . . enjoy!
Seriously you guys? I mean seriously. You make more money than me, my grandchildren and my grandchildren's grandchildren will ever make in our lifetime. I would HOPE that would be an incentive to WIN A GAME. Maybe even a few. Okay maybe that's pushing it. Take a few notes from these fine gentlemen.....
I am a mess. Playoff season is too much for me. I was never like this before. Blame Cole. And this picture seriously cracks me up. suck it houston.
Trust me, I haven't been spending all my time watching sports... I've also been reading awful, mind-sucking books like.....
WTF???? So messed up. Nothing more to say about that.
Cole has pretty much been M.I.A. lately. Finals are this week, so I try to lay low. A few more days and he is home free! (til summer semester starts....grrr.)
Speaking of Cole, he is THE best. Last week when I got home from work, literally the second I shut the door behind me, I heard the smallest, most sad little cry. I looked through the window and found this.....
This poor little thing looked so sad and would not stop crying. So I sent Cole a text message:Me: Cole, there is a cat at our door and it won't stop crying. I feel bad.
(I thought for sure I'd get a "leave it alone" or "it will go away" like I'm sure most people would say. but no.)
Cole: give it some food and water.
You may think this is dumb, but my heart just melted. Neither Cole or I are big "cat people" by any means, so for him to suggest I take care of this cat was just too cute for words. Anyway, I took the (sweet) advice and got a little bowl of water and smashed up some saltine crackers (I have no idea what cat's eat???) and cracked open the door. Oh my gosh. No good.
Obviously I had no idea the intention of the cat was to terrorize. I no longer felt sorry for this cat, because now it was running all over the place just meowing (not crying anymore). I ran after it trying to give it food and water but it wanted nothing to do with my crackers.
It REFUSED to go outside of my house! I could go in to the dirty details, but basically I trapped it and took it outside and it continued its crying and even scratched on the door for the next couple of hours. I will never own a cat.Congrats if you made it through this post. Hopefully we'll have some more exciting things to post about in the near future. Happy Tuesday.
4 comments:
Yes, I understand, Matt got sick when he was little from a "cat". Yes I say that gross because when they get older they are gross. Yup actual truth!
I would share with you what Ben would have told me to do with the cat, but then I'd have animal rights people knocking down the door.
It looks like such a sweet cat- but I know they can be very deceiving! I hate them too. We never miss a Jazz game either. I am getting nervous for them, Hopefully they can pull it off on Saturday!
I have to admit, I was pretty mad when I saw Mr. Alex Rodriquez on your blog. HATE the Yankees! ha. Had to say it, anyhow, as much as I love baseball more than pretty much anything, I still think it's insane what they get paid. I mean, A-rod makes what? 300 million for ten years?? Seriously! What is this world coming to?
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