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I snapped this picture of my two remaining kittens sleeping on my bed just now.. I want their life for many reasons. Here are a few... 1. They don't have teenagers telling them how dumb they are. 2. They don't have to purchase year books for four children each year 3. They don't worry when one of their offspring goes off to meet with a member of the opposite sex. 4. They have someone feed them, clean up after them and they don't pay bills. 5. They don't have car payments 6. They can play with a piece of yarn for hours and be entertained. Again, no money is involved. 7. They can nap whenever they darn well please. 8. Again, they don't have teenagers. 9. Did I mention the no teenagers thing? 10. They don't have to buy clothes. And with that, I'm off to drive up to Seattle. Why? Oh, so I can get guilt tripped for not living there any more by my family of course. I want to be a cat.

Do not go outside to scrape the ice off your vehicle at six in the morning with flip flops on your feet when it is only 24 degrees out. It will not end well for you or for your feet. Not that I'd do such a thing.

I was up and running early this morning, as I had a two hour choir practice. Did I mention that I'd auditioned for a special choir? Thankfully Simon Cowell was not there and I passed muster. For the next three months I'm apparently in Choir Boot Camp, at least that's what it felt like this morning. I'm assuming it's going to be rigorous the entire time. Of course, I then took a nap. A delicious nap. Later on my father showed up for a surprise visit. I wish my camera was working (it's DOA, unfortunately) as I wanted to take some pictures of his dog Amy and my dog Cassie playing. Well, Amy was trying to play and Cassie was trying to pretend she wasn't a huge Lab, she was really a tiny puppy who could fit under our coffee table and hide from Amy. Cassie is such a wuss. A bit later I got to hug and hang on to my friend Dan, just back from Iraq. "Hiya beautiful!" he said as he held out his arms. Is it any wonder I love this guy? I do wonder, th...

Sometimes. like today, when I've got an over abundance of oranges, I squeeze my own orange juice for the children. Today little Miss Ashley Rose wanted to help me out. Of course, she had to sit on the counter in order to do it right. And naturally, one should always taste the product to ensure the finest quality. Here she is pressng the oranges. She's got some serious power in her left hand. And here's a fun special effect on her last picture.

Hubby is owned by our cat. Lock, stock and barrel. When hubby goes to bed, so does Bobo. Right on top of him. They're both sleeping beside me as I type this right now, so I took their picture. When hubby isn't around, the feline deigns to crawl on top of me and sleep. I'm second best. Second in line. It's ok, though. Everybody loves Daddy the best and that's as it should be. He's the greatest.

Pam's Newspaper column for Pacific Publishing I have spent the last five years of my life resisting something that seemed to have gotten most of my friends addicted. I already suffer from a Cheeto addiction and I figure that's all the addictions I can handle right now. People gushed about their need to see this thing. Once wasn't enough. They wanted more. Had I seen it? Wasn't that a wonderful thing? Wasn't that a travesty of justice and goodness and all things honorable? I was not going to fall victim to it. No how, no way. I was better than that, wasn't I? I didn't need to feast on other people's misery. There was nothing enticing me to spend days talking about it, waiting for it, then waiting for the next one. I...would...not...watch...American Idol. Until this past week. It got me. I never saw it coming. Oh sure, I thought. I would just peek at it for a minute and then flip over to the Discovery Channel and watch something educati...

The ice melted, the snow has all but disappeared and the best part is that that children went back to school today! It's good this happened. Very, very good. If I'd gone one more day with a Snow Day I'd have gone insane. Yeah, I know. I'm there already. Hush. I took my newly-minted 18 year old out to lunch so we could talk today, between high shool classes and college classes. It's amazing what she will say when there is no one there to witness it to interrupt. She's got a boyfriend and this has perplexed us. By us I mean her parental units. And I don't mean we're surprised she has a boyfriend, she's gorgeous. What's not to love? What intrigues us is that the boy is younger than she is and ...how shall I say this? He's cute but not so bright. "Mom, I say things and he doesn't understand some of the words I'm saying" "Like....what? Are you using your SAT vocabulary on him?" "Um, no. Just, you kno...