They’re Grrrrrreat! (?)

The one-year anniversary has come and gone. As with birthdays and Christmas, I feel as though there should have been something more, something I missed. It seems as though there should have been some grand, transforming epiphany that changed my life forever. Instead I find myself in the midst of today, one year and one…

I don’t do on-line tests anymore, as a rule. They’re fun, but they really aren’t what my diary is supposed to be about. So I have to blame MoonRidden Girl for getting me sucked into this one. I couldn’t put the results into her comments easily, so I’m forced to actually post them in my…

The Prof renamed her “Molly”, after Molly Weasley in the Harry Potter series. She didn’t look like much, but she was pretty incredible on the inside. When I went to see her for the last time she couldn’t find a comfortable position until she sat next to me with her front paws on my lap…

November 3, 2010 January 16, 2011

Poetry Mining Company Dissolved by Elizabeth Farrell Now war has evolved into smart bombs, clean kills and all the other oxymorons or should we say dissolved into turning away from the innocent’s cries and the screams of an earth laid to waste. Maybe Native Americans had the answer when they sent their chiefs into battle…

The Big Boss has evidently been waging guerilla warfare with Mrs. Big Boss. She was adamant: No more cats! But he asked me for print-outs of pictures of Dekyi, and he’s apparently been leaving them at strategic points around the house. Apparently she relented last night. I pick Dek up from quarantine on Sunday, keep…