C Life

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 along 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 c

when we curl up together on the couch i want to watch a movie. he wants to watch UFC . i love to take pictures of him. he hates it. i eat vegetables. he doesn't. i watch movies. he sleeps through movies. he's a saver. i'm a spender. he drives too fast. i drive too slow. i love a home cooked meal. he loves to eat out. i love to shop for clothes. he DOESN'T. i love music. he tolerates it. he loves to go to a spa for a massage. 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 fear. he's an early riser. i prefer to sleep in. he loves a foot rub. i'm too ticklish. Yep ... I attracted the perfect man for me. It's a lifetime filled with absolute rightness.

We have new neighbors. Along with the new neighbors came a new friend to play with. This little friend thinks her new home is our home. She waits for us to pull up in the driveway and walks right in (uninvited!). She prances around like she's the queen of the house. This little fur ball has won over the hearts of everyone in our home(especially Bree). Our little Breeley has always wanted a kitten and this has been a dream or maybe a prayer come true. This little kitten looks identical to the kitten she "found" when visiting my sister this summer...in Utah...while out exploring the neighborhood with her cousins. She begged, pleaded, and cried for this kitten. I believe we broke our little girls heart when we returned home from our summer vacation... kittyless . I seriously believe Bree has prayed this cat here. It has been in her daily prayer since we left Utah. Can I just say that these neighbors have even offered to GIVE us this rescue cat of theirs. WoW ...how nice of