Hand in Hand…
Grandmotherhood…
Wow.
Just…
Wow.
Very soon now…
My baby will bring forth her own baby into the world.
And…
I.
Am.
In.
Awe.
His name is Carson Anthony Ward, the already so-much-loved progeny of Kyla Ward (nee Becker) and Colton Ward.
I am already in love with him. Carson, that is, not Colton; although as sons-in-law go, I’d rank him fairly high.
Carson is due on the 22nd of June, but I have been adamantly maintaining that he will make his appearance on the 10th, so I’d guess I’d better stick by that.
I can’t wait to meet him!
A Sacred Space…
A New (for me) Fur-Baby!
Meet Ringo! He’s a 7-year-old American Bulldog hailing from Georgia and most recently Florida.
I get to be Foster Mom to the little dude – he belongs to a very dear friend’s son, and he fits right in with our weird little pack of all-sorts.
Mothra Strikes Again…
Of Course.
Taken March 4, 2016 with
Samsung Galaxy S3
The cute little girl-cat-turned-boy-cat-that-has-grown-to-unforeseen-monstrous-proportions-considering-he’s-maybe-only-9-months-old has got himself a new favourite activity.
He eats my clothes.
It started with socks and underwear.
Then he moved up to pajama pants and the straps of my camisole shirts (followed quickly by the bellies of my camisole shirts), the sleeves of my long-sleeved (ha!) jersey shirts that are part of my work uniform, and the ribbing along the bottom of both of my sweat shirts.
I don’t have a lot of clothes – on purpose. I’ve been “smallering” now for years, and my wardrobe consists mostly of two full sets of work uniforms and maybe three full sets of my “non-work uniforms”, because, especially in the winter, no one can see what I’m wearing, so I just wear the same damned thing all the time.
And now the F-ing cat (newly re-named yet again, this time to “Mothra”) has eaten a hole in one of my two pairs of jeans.
The weather had better warm up fast and soon, at this rate.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Cake by the Ocean” – DNCE
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