today is the perfect opportunity

It might seem that literally every day is a National Something Something Day. Surprise! Today is National Hug Your Cat Day!

I know, silly. But come on! In Ancient Egypt, cats were revered and even worshipped as symbols of grace and poise. National Hug Your Cat Day is the perfect opportunity to put you on a pedestal and thank you for all those times you have curled up next to me after a long night at work. Zelda, this is your moment. This is your day!

Walk away…

I mean it!

And then just twenty minutes later…

Yesterday dogs, today cats.


moving sucks

Did I say that just five years ago? Perhaps I was still too grief stricken over the fact that we were moving and how much the recession sucked. But yes, moving sucked five years ago…and it sucked thirteen years ago (even with the excitement of home ownership for the very first time)…and it sucked five years before that and before that and every damn time I have moved in my lifetime.

True story: I moved, or actually was moved nine times during my years in elementary school, junior high and high school which is absolutely the very best thing to do to a lonely, very shy, child in the caregiver/golden retriever role in a alcoholic, mentally ill, abusive, dysfunctional family because character building and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and all the rest of the bullshit. At least I know how to pack up and clean up a home with almost obsessive efficiency.

So here we are in 2016 and, yes, moving still sucks. But, at the same time, moving to a new home is the promise of a new adventure with more memories. But first we must get through the process of downsizing and packing and cleaning and motivating some clowns whom I adore who are quite literally one stack of shit away from an episode of Hoarders…REALLY!!!…and dealing with everyone’s stress and anxiety…and mine…and…

Especially the furry beasts because from their point of view, things everywhere are being boxed up and are disappearing and literally what else is going to happen and why is the food bowl half empty and how long can they survive when they are abandoned…which is exactly how the furry creatures under The Big Top are acting right now.

I swear if I clean up anymore cat or dog yack…

Moving sucks y’all…but hang in there my circus, furry and otherwise. This is part of the adventure.

I should write

I should write but…


it’s raining and we know how everything literally SHUTS DOWN in California when it is raining.

Still, I should write…


but I’m working on trying not to fall down whilst attempting Virabhadrasana II. Actually Warrior II isn’t so bad. It’s my creaky, older, achy joints that are the problem. Something else I can try to blame on the rain.


I have (as always) laundry to fold…WARM, fresh out of the dryer laundry to fold before Zelda curls up on it all spreading the glitter that is cat hair ALL OVER IT because all the freshly laundered clothes are so soft and warm and purr-rect for a kitty like her to curl up in. She thinks so.


Hollie is distracting me from writing sending me impossibly adorable pictures and videos of little ballerina girls. I should be writing but I can’t. I just can’t even!


Plus it’s raining and my backyard is literally flooded…

I should be writing but…


the struggle…

It’s real.

moving back to school

Yes, we are back from my sister’s wedding. Yes, it was absolutely wonderful! Yes, my sister was absolutely the loveliest bride. Yes, the whole family had a great time making great memories. Yes, there are pictures to share. No, I haven’t begun to sort and edit them. Yes, that means that I am not quite ready to share them all.


I have some unpacking to finish and, of course, laundry too.

But first…

Daniel’s first day of school…two days after the official first day of school.

Seventh grade life, people!

I’m not sure what to think of this smile of his right now.

Seventh grade life, people!

Best thing about seventh grade so far? His 5th grade mainstream teacher is his 7th grade mainstream teacher. His homeroom teacher is hot. Instead of recess he has BRUNCH and BREAK because this is 7th grade, mom.

Oh, 7th grade life!

It’s going to be a good year.

And then there is this…

I cried just a little looking at all of this and more that is moving to Arizona with my baby girl mainly because I can’t be there to help her move in…and hover just a little…or perhaps a lot because this is my youngest daughter.

Zelda, after closer inspection, thinks this is pretty much bullshit…she’s taking the big fluffy pillows and comforter!!! Now what am I going to lie on while I nap in the warm morning sunshine??!! You can’t FaceTime fluffy pillows and bedding!

or her hugs that she so willingly gives all the time every day. You’re right, Zelda. This is bullshit.


I’m so excited for her next adventure but dammit, I’m going to miss her while she’s gone. ASU, you better be very good to my baby, my love, my heart, my joy!