Random Acts

Last week, I performed a random act of kindness for my room mate. Jessica called her mom to see if she had done it. She called her boyfriend to see if he had done it. She asked my cat – which was just too funny. She didn’t ask me.

I wonder if Jessica will ever figure out who did it? The sad thing is my room mate is sure it’s a mistake. I’ve had complete strangers do nice things for me on any number of occasions. My paternal grandfather did things for people all the time – particularly when he retired. Perform a random act of kindness for someone today and see what happens.

New Duds

Earlier today, I went to a big-box pet store to purchase some more kitty box stuff and a bag of kitty food. I also bought Isabelle a nifty new black and white collar. Do you care? I didn't think so.

If you think the collar and the new kitty dishes were extravagant, I was oh so tempted to adopt another cat. There was a male cat who looked as if he were Issie's fraternal twin. Also, there was a little tabby cat who had a sweet white face and a little pink nose.

Breakfast Anyone?

Isabelle sat my keyboard and meowed until I fed her breakfast. It worked.

Contemplative Cat

People who've not read books by authors such as Richard Foster, Dallas Willard or Ruth Haley Barton, probably are thinking 'A cat sitting on a book about prayer?' Those of you who have, might find this picture mildly amusing. Truthfully, Isabelle is a cat. She could care less about spiritual formation. She's stationing herself atop the printer to see if she can pounce on the pile of paper that is about to come out.

Triscuit Box Yellow

For those of you who don't live in Colorado, here is a brief peak at my freshly painted, Triscuit Box Yellow kitchen. My obsession with home improvement, which became readily apparent the day I signed the contract on my condo and subsequently filled an entire cart with treasures from McGuckin Hardware, is genetic. My mother, who is a retired realtor, fixed and flipped properties in Evergreen and Aspen, CO. My dad worked 40 years in construction. For the better part of my childhood, my parents owned and managed several apartment buildings in the Chicago suburbs. My Uncle Dane, a mechanical engineer, spent most of his career at Whirlpool/KitchenAid. Both my Aunt Anita and my Cousin Scott sell real estate. In short, I just can't help myself.

Of Blue Skies, Babies, and Triscuit Boxes

Long time no blog. This past weekend, I flew to Utah to see my friend Julianne and bond with her sweet baby, whose name is Hyrum. Julianne, whom I have known since she was five and I was twenty something, married in November 2007 and had her first baby in December 2008. I used some FF miles to purchase a ticket to SLC. I stayed at the Marriott adjacent to the University of Utah - which had an awesome view of the blue sky and the Wasatch Mountains.

Hyrum is the cutest boy ever. After holding Maddie, my cousin Scott's baby, and holding Hyrum for an extended period of time, I can safely say that I am no longer afraid of cuddling little ones in my lap. While I was gone, I had the light colored walls in my living room and hall painted buttermilk, the light colored walls in my master bath painted pinky beige, and my kitchen painted Triscuit box yellow.