Simply Craig

You won’t get much frill with this post. No pictures or creative titles. In fact, I’m not even authorized to be posting here. For some of you who really know Lorri, you have already figured out who this is. For the rest of you, well, you’re smart enough—just hang in there and read on. It wasn’t too long ago I pirated the password and snuck in a post from me, her secret admirer. She figured it out quickly and, to my surprise, left the post up for a little while. Maybe she thought there was someone out there that had a question about whether she was truly loved or not. I doubt it. One thing that has always bugged me is this: When someone dies, it is as if they were perfect to their friends and family. You know what I mean? People always say things like, “He was such a good dad,” or “He was always so pleasant,” or “He treated me so good.” Think about this. And no disrespect intended for any reader out there who may have a recent loss. But of everyone who reads this, it would be you who co...

When we curl up together on the couch, I want to watch a movie. He wants to watch UFC. I love taking pictures of him. He hates having his picture taken. I eat vegetables. He doesn't. I watch movies. He sleeps through them. He's a saver. I'm a spender. He drives too fast. I drive too slow. I love a home-cooked meal. He'd rather eat out. I love shopping for clothes. He  DOESN'T . I love music. He tolerates it. He loves going to the spa for a massage. Me? If I don't know you, please don't touch me. I love shoes. He only  NEEDS  one pair. I love a bubble bath. He loves a shower. I love to read. Books put him right to sleep. He's a thrill seeker. I avoid anything involving fear. He's an early riser. I prefer to sleep in. He loves a foot rub. I'm way too ticklish. We are different in so many little ways. And somehow, it works. Actually, I think that's part of why it works. He brings things into my life I probably wouldn't choose on my own, and ...

We have new neighbors. And along with the new neighbors came a new little friend. The only problem is...this little friend seems to think  our  home is  her  home. She waits for us to pull into the driveway and then walks right in—uninvited! She prances around the house as if she owns the place, making herself perfectly comfortable wherever she pleases. And wouldn't you know it... She's managed to win over everyone in the house. Especially Bree. Our little Breeley has wanted a kitten for what seems like forever. In fact, while we were visiting my sister in Utah this past summer, she "found" a kitten while exploring the neighborhood with her cousins. She begged. She pleaded. She cried. And we still came home... kittyless. I'm pretty sure we broke that little girl's heart. But apparently Bree wasn't giving up that easily. A kitten has been part of her daily prayers ever since we left Utah. And now, months later, a kitten that looks remarkably similar to the ...