Update

Long time no blog friends!

I have no excuse for my absence, but I will apologize and your nagging/persistence has paid off. Because it has been such a long time, I have several things I must run by you all in sub-titles of course. 

Thus

I love this word and I have decided to replace the word "so" because I say it entirely too much and I sound like a has been on a re-run of 90210. Thus, thus is the new "so."  

Nina

Oh, Nina. Directly upon receiving my financial aid check I had several responsible and adult ways of investing my new cash flow but, instead I went to the Nordstrom sale. NOT GOOD....or was it? Behold, Nina. She is the most fabulous accessories I have ever owned. She is sleek, soft, classy, functional and surprisingly perfect for my day-to-day needs. It is like she reads my mind and has a perfect fit and slot for each of my purse necessities. Thus, I employ each of you to ask the question, Is my purse doing what Nina is doing for Taylor? If you answer anything other than a HELL YA, then you must drop everything and invest in a nice little lass such as Nina. P.S. I figured since I was spending my rent on a purse (investment), she deserved not only a gender, but also a trendy name. 

Ick

I mentioned previously that I took Mr. Darcy to the groomers and was very pleased with the results, but I spoke hastily. Ever since I took him to that petri dish, he has had a upper-respiratory infection and has kindly passed it along to his brother. That's right, I have not 1, but 2 sick pissed off cats. Can you think of anything more fun? Cue Nina. She makes everything seem shinny and new...............wait for it, like a virgin, OOOHH, touch for the very first time....psyc!!! Nonetheless, sickness is everywhere in my apartment.

Miss Joan Came to Town

My favorite little lady came into town yesterday and I am elated! She is a bundle of energy and fresh thoughts that I so enjoy trying to keep up with her. It has been 6 months since I last saw her last and I swear she went from 5 to 15 in that time. Example: She came with me to work and joined in the camp activities. As every other kid was picking their noses and crying about some stupid shit some other reject kid did to them, I found her sitting and staring at a leaf. I asked her what she was doing and she matter-of-factly replied, "Oh just studying the anatomy of a leaf." WTF. This is why I will forever compare any child to those of EP and PP and wonder where everyone else went wrong. 

I noticed today when she and I were driving home singing the Beatles (what other 6 year old sings the Beatles and corrects you when you sing incorrectly? Love her!) and I realized that this has been missing in my life. I have basically been around or been a nanny for children for the past 8 years. I miss them. I miss my Provost time. I mean I love Emily dearly, but I truly cherish my time with Miss Joan in a very different way. Watching her and Finny grow and become much smarter and much more grand than I will ever be, is just glorious. Thus, thank Emily for letting me be a part of their lives. I so love the time I get with them and wish you were all here daily. P.S. She misses you guys so much! We looked at your blog tonight. We sat at the desk and she told me the stories behind all of the pictures of Finn and you all on vacation!

And there you have it. Not much you have missed, but I will try to be more regular. That sounds like pooping schedule. Eww.

Frienemies

My boys are normally very lovely towards each other and spend an ample amount of time in each others company. Will spends most of his time making Fluffy clean and smelling yummy and Fluffy obliges because, well, Fluffy knows he's icky and his fluff takes a lot of work. After battling this last month with tuffs like at Morgs house and a seriously hot and panting cat, Dave and I had Fluffy shaved this morning. 

We had a bit of trouble this morning because we are new in the area, we don't know where a fabulous groomer is and I didn't have time to scout out the perfect place. Thus we called the first place near U. Village and I must say, we are impressed. They are a shelter, groomer, pet store in one!!! I LOVE them:) Dave got to see little babies being fed with bottle and big kitties alike. Oh I wish I could have been there....

So, I came home from a lovely wedding with Brandy to find my pitiful kitty hunched in the corner hall. Why you ask? Because his brother is an asshole thats why!!! Every time we take him to the vet or the groomers, Fluffy gets a scent on him that makes Will turn into satin's feline and makes Fluffy feel like he has the plague. My poor baby is all shaved and scrawny, lookin for some love and support from his brother and all he gets are hisses like I have never heard. He was growling at Fluffy in my kitchen nook and the window was open and some guys from the other apartment complex looked over and asked, "Is that your cat?" Embarrasses and fuming I said yes and shamed Will for his unthoughtfulness and insensitive behavior. I truly don't know what to do. I feel like Will kicks Fluffy hard when he is already down. I asked the pet place if I could bring Will as well so they would both have the smell and she said that it wasn't a good idea:(

Thus, WWIII is at my house tonight. We will sleep soundly to growling and hissing with a scared and slightly colder Fluffy between us. I will post pics as soon as Dave shows me how.