Monday, August 3, 2009

I now paws for a Cat's tail that's Purrfect

Here is a friend of Steve, Peter, or Turbo. If I was to guess, it would be Steve’s friend.
Megan has Rusty over all the time to the house, Jessica has Cody over all the time to the house, and Connor has Oliver over all the time…Steve was just a lonely and wanted someone to play with.
Rusty was going upstairs and when he made it to the top step he stepped back a bit. I looked up and could see the snake's head poking out from the stairs.
Neither Rusty nor I are all to fond of snakes. I ran out to get garden gloves on while Rusty kept an eye on Mr. Slithers. We caught the snake (catching them make the women in the house a little less nervous) and we let him go outside.
A few days later Peter and Steve were stairing down a towel that was sitting on Jessica's bedroom floor. That means there is something alive lurking under the towel. Step one - remove cats. Step two - place garden glove on hand. Step three - clear a big area and postion ones self in blocking position (keeping all new hiding spaces from being accessed. Step four - lift towel. Step five - hope the living creature is slow enough to catch and small enough not to freak me out.
Success - it has been a few weeks since that cats have had friends over. That means one thing - get ready for friends

June 4 - Happy Birthday to me


* Warning - these are older posts that we never posted...I have some catching up to do
Above are the logos of all the corporations that wished me a Happy Birthday via email. And now a couple of favorite Birthday stories...
This year's birthday was great! It was better than both the ‘forgotten’ birthday and when my birthday landed on a Sunday…my family would be telling me right now "to just give it a rest".
The forgotten birthday was a while back and everyone…and I mean everyone forgot until about 6pm. It started (and almost ended) when Jen said, “Oh, it’s your birthday today isn’t it?” The kids latter (after a 'mom prompting' came and said Happy Birthday.
The "Sunday birthday"... I was asked what I wanted to eat for my birthday dinner. I said chicken enchilada casserole. After a long day at church, I strolled in about 3:00-3:30. Megan and Rusty were eating some of the casserole on the couch. I went to the kitchen and searched everywhere for my dinner. I looked in the oven…no. I looked in the refrigerator…no. I then asked Megan, “Where is my dinner hiding?” Silence… I walked in and saw two surprised looks on both their faces - they were holding plates with 1-2 bits of casserole left on each of their plates…The family (including Megan and Rusty) had the casserole for lunch. Then at 3:30p, they thought that I had come home, eaten, and was taking a nap. They were having what they thought were everyones leftovers. Yes, that is a Mitch Taylor family favorite – It will be an often told story.