two and a half truths

Avoid fruits and nuts. You are what you eat.
-Jim Davis
My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four; unless there are three other people.
-Orson Welles

Forget love. I'd rather fall in chocolate.
-?

Ask me about my grape juice.

I made grape juice from the vines in our backyard. Dabbling now and then in such domestic mannerisms gives me just enough of an elevated ego to join my fellow homemaking friends in such conversation as...

"So my pumpkin crop is looking plump."

"Oh great! I made grape juice."

"What am I going to do with all this zucchini?"

"You oughta try my grape juice."

"Do you blanche your broccoli?"

"Ummm... grape juice."

See? I fit right in.

I just gotta do this.

For quite a while I was regularly reading this blog of a young married gal who lives in New York and is into fashion and good food. A fun glimpse of New York life for me. Then one day they introduced their new puppy. 'Well, isn't that cute', I thought. A puppy. My tune changed when, months later, they were still gaga over this dog. EVERY POST. EVERY PICTURE. They even did that annoying thing where they write a post as though the dog is writing it, referring to his 'mommy' and 'daddy' graciously letting him use the computer. GAG. I haven't been back to that blog in a while. Good luck to them and their dog obsession.

That being said...

FEAST YOUR EYES-

'peek-a-boo' Mario

'hide-and-seek' Mario

'ready-to-pounce' Mario

and

'kitty's-got-a-new-friend' Mario

Of course my blog is different. You all really want constant updates of my cat. Right? But I won't do that 'letter written by my pet' thing. That's SO lame.

Remember August 14th?

Well, I do.

It was the HOTTEST day of the summer.

Hubby was wearing a tie.

I was shooting a wedding.

...all because...

Mike's sister fell in love.
Tonight, I was finishing up the family portrait on photoshop and I got a little verklempt.

...all because...

I like these people...

You may notice that our little munchkins are not included. GASP!!

...all because...

We were too lazy to bring them.

And I was 'with-camera'.

And Mike was helping dancing.
We'll be organizing some additional family pics (to be including my 3 chidlets) soon so no worries.

Really, don't worry.

It's all good.

All because...

Ummm, I don't know.

Look! Pretty picture!More shots available on the photoblog.

All because I uploaded them there.

duh. ;)

8 steps to Mario

Leroy?
Richard Garfield III?
Ronnie?
Jeffrey?
Mr. Bingley?
Gilbert?
Niles?

Mario.Yeah, yeah. We got a cat. Thanks to an allergic friend...
Mike and I sat on the hallway floor throwing names around and it was Brenda who, while coaxing him out from under her bed, called him Mario.

It's been fun to watch Brenda become his faithful guardian. She showed Suzie how to pet him softly saying, "Like this Suzie." (waving hand in air) And when Suzie was soft Brenda laughed and said, "That's SO cute!"

Garret only glanced Mario's way with a little smile and a wave. That relationship may take some time.

And for two adults who have always claimed to not be "cat people", Mike and I are sure acting mushy...

And just to give the real baby of the family some props-
Here's The Suz coming out of the back room all dressed up and demanding an outing. As I had no such outing planned, Mike stepped up and took Suzie to work (the shop on the other side of the yard) for a daddy-daughter date.

For the sake of blogging-

I've been so busy hating my computer lately that I forgot to say good bye to Summer. How embarrassing. I hope Summer's not offended...



But HEEEELLLLOOO Fall!!

...makes me want to go shopping...

SORRY I got nothin'.

I could write about the FABULOUS vintage dress I bought for a crazy-awesome, upcoming church activity. But I think I'll wait til after the event when I've got pictures.

I could write how The Suz says 'ready set go!'. (It comes out 'Say, Saa, DA!') But, well, that's it. It's mucho cute-O.

Oh, OK, how about my glee over all THREE of my brothers calling me in the last 36 hours to tell me about awesome dates or house projects? teehee.

Hmmm, if I could pipe the aroma out of this post I would write about the cinnamon rolls I made today. But I can't. Sooooo...

I hesitate to write this for fear of the commitment, but I'm thinking of re-vamping Brenda's room for the upcoming addition of The Suzinator. Can they share a room amicably?

What else, what else...

TV is starting to really disgust me. And just as I'm about to give it all up 'Biggest Loser' and 'The Office' start up again. What's a girl to do?

Has everyone heard the awesome muffin joke?
Two muffins are sitting in an oven, baking. One says, "Dang, it's hot in here." The other says, "Holy CRAP! A talking muffin!!!"