Thank you mr. President

Happy presidents day everyone! I don't know about you, but
I'm lucky enough to enjoy this snow drifting day off from work and in the cozy confines of my dear little home in the making. Origionally a good friend was meant to visit for the day, but old man winter put a stop to that. I wish her a safe and cozy afternoon inspite of our foiled plotting.
SJ came home today after a two night stay at Banfield for his neutering and declawing. The loopy kitten is readjusting with the new rules we have to follow for the next week and a half. His new collar is the least of his favorite in that list.





Inspite of hist discomfort we have spent the majority of the day snuggled on the couch watching quiet movies, watching children sled down the hill outside the window, and watching the flurries erase the evidence of their fun.
I'm also finally getting back to my reading list. Currently tackling some Alexander Dumas, a favorite author, on the kindle. All in all, lazy days are truly fantastic when done right.


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Cupid' got nothing on us.

Some delightful ladies paid me a visit this weekend to help me devour some tasty treats and laugh through French cinema.










I love that I'm starting to feel more at home here, and love sharing my time here with agreeable people.

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Felicitous Retreat

As I promised before, pictures of progress of the personalization of my "cozy" little nook of an apartment. A little before and after action perhaps?

Dining area:

Hallway:

 

  

Kitchen

  

Living Room

  

 (Bedroom is still has a ways to go)

There is still A LOT of things I want to do, but bit by bit it's slowly coming along. :)

Snug as a Bug in a Rug

What a winter we have had so far! Apparently it's record breaking in some areas of the country, and we certainly are getting a bit of it here in Kentucky. Lucky for me, I'm a teacher and therefore enjoy the privilege of snow days! That's right, I get to enjoy the season with rose-tinted glasses, hot coca, pajamas, and furry purry cuddle piles on the bed.

Speaking of the felines in my life, all is transitioning well in our small little nook of an apartment. Repairs and painting has been going on for the last few days, and the two of them have been working very hard to stay out of peoples way. As hard as they try, they are still mischievous creatures at heart, and always manage to leave their mark wherever you look.

 

Unpacking of non essentials has begun and has been making progress thanks two the extra days off. Everything is officially moved in. Books are on shelves, and art is starting to appear on walls! I'm starting to love the place a little more each day, and bit by bit it's look less like a sterile non-descript environment and more like a home inhabited by someone you'd like to meet. Or, at least I hope so. :) 

So, if you find yourself kicking at the ground with nothing pressing to do, feel free to stop by, stroke my ego and comment on the place, and give me an opportunity for human interaction. I'll be waiting... non - desperately, of course.

Home Sweet Home

This week was atrocious at work, and I'm just grateful it's the weekend!. Last weekend I had to be out of my old apartment and into my new one blizzard or no! It was a bundle of stress and everyone involved is glad it is done and over. My new place is... a step back I guess you could say from where I was. It's a lot more money to live on your own, that's for sure! That aside, I'm loving the independence, coming home to more furry and agreeable roommates than before, and having a space totally my own to run, decorate, and use as I choose. This morning the women in my family came together to help overhaul and clean the place ceiling to floor because the previous tenant left it less than clean...to say the very least. It's now a sanitary and much more comfortable place to dwell in. Over the next week or so I plan on turning attention to homier touches, artwork, and arranging. Pictures to follow !

Moving Day

I sure know how to pick the perfect day to move... more or less. The original idea was to get two teams of people helping move stuff from my apartment and from my parents house simultaneously. Didn't quite work out like we planned. Last night brought inches of snow and below freezing weather, and in the interest of keeping people safe, we called off the cavalry. I still have to be out  by Monday, so Tyler, my dad and I set out this morning to at least get the apartment on Broadway cleared out. I've never been wetter, chillier, and so worn out! Thank goodness I have such a patient family!

The Story of SkippyJon

Okay. There are a few bits of general knowledge that everyone should know about the author of this amature blog. The first is that I'm a teacher. The second, is that I've had an undying love of children's literature that started at a very young age and has only grown stronger as the years have passed and my experience has increased.
I first was aquainted with SkippyJon Jones in Bowling Green a couple years ago as a student assistant in the public library. At the time, the branch I worked in was a beautiful old train depot that had been converted into a library and event hall. In my romantic little mind, this was the most perfect job I have ever had. In my job, I got the priveledge of previewing  books before patrons did, and had spent many an hour shelving book after book. With all that time and books in my hands, I absorbed so much knowledge and constantly discovered new favorites. One of them happened to be a clever series of books about a young siamese kitten who mistook himself for a chihuahua and embarked on several quippy and hillarilously written adventures. It's a great read aloud series, extremely loveable, and undeniably cute. I myself developed a small pension for siamese cats.
Time went on, I finished college and started my first job. Of COURSE one of the first read alouds I ever did for them was of my favorite literary gato. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted a little kitten of my own, but my current roommates were hard core dog lovers and felines were strictly out of the question. Just as my hopes were to be dashed, fate took a step of intervention on my behalf and provided me an opportunity to move, and meet the furball of my dreams.
An aquaintance of mine happened to know someone that had taken in a litter of siamese cats and their mother. Apparently the breeder was going to put them down because they had developed a rather nasty case of unchecked ring worm ( google it, it's totally non lethal), because they were no longer worth anything to them. She took the initiative to start medical care for the crew and soon they started to get their health back. She couldn't take care of them all, and so I was offered one at a muy muy cheap price ( to cover medical costs). A couple visists to the vet, and skin wipes later, the little fluffernutter is in perfect health, all his hair is grown back and not a single flake is to be found. He's my little rescue kitty, and the entertainment of the household.

Moral of the story? Read SkippyJon Jones, then come visit the real thing...and bring cupcakes.