ninasaurus.

Today, I accept my fate.

I realize that in some way this is blessing. This, not having a job thing. 

I am more able than ever before the fully focus on the Christmas season.

Justin and I have been reading from an advent book and to supplement, today I am making a make-shift advent wreath. Tea lights and garland. It works. : )

I can knit. I can talk to a cat like he understands. I can scrapbook. I can make homemade Christmas gifts. I can read my Bible whenever it strikes me. I can play Battleship,  Yahtzee, and Sequence under the Christmas Tree with my husband. I can bake pecan pies. I can squirt my kitten incessantly with a water bottle to prevent him from knocking said tree over for the third time, or at least prevent him from lounging in it’s poor, feeble branches. I can hang out with a new friend. I can read books. Loads of books. I can rearrange the pictures in my frames to make them seem fresh and new. I can snuggle under my quilt and watch Friends for hours. I can make my eyes sore from the strain of staring out the window searching for the first snow flakes. I can finally learn how to be alone. How to be content with hanging out with God and a kitten for hours on end. And only God and a kitten.

This might be okay. For now.

bummed.

Grey's Anatomy loves Ingrid Michaelson.

As they should.

Tim

made me realize something tonight.

I do not know how I feel about infant baptism.

Whole can ‘o worms.

Hmph.

Clarification.

In regards to my recent post concerning my cat-petting-teeth-clenching, I feel I need to give you people some clarification.

When I pet him, or any cat for that matter, I love it. I feel warm and happy and sentimental. HOWEVER, I typically soon realize that my teeth are clenched in an “I-want-to-squeeze-the-life-out-of-you” sort of fashion.

It’s like I’m holding back this subliminal, unconcious desire to just squeeze that soft, squishy little body until his guts come out of his eye sockets.

I really love cats, I do. 

I don’t understand.

This can't be good...

I don’t mean to crowd your Dashboard but do you think it’s normal that whenever I pet Mowgli (my kitten) I find myself clenching my teeth?