Chains of Love

I have a very short commute to work. It's about 10 miles but only takes 12-16 minutes, depending on the light at my house. On my way, there is a walking overpass over the freeway. For the few years people have been putting messages up there, putting plastic cups in the chain link fence. There have been some really creative ones....


IT'S OURS (complete with a depiction of the Stanley Cup)

PROM?

Happy New Year

Turkeys!


And the one that made the least sense but made everyone slow down...

BOOB!

(Seriously, why would you write that with red plastic cups on an overpass?)


Tonight on my way home I could see the kids up there with cups, getting ready for a new message. We've already had 2 different colored prom proposals in recent weeks.

I wonder what's next?

Hey Sister Pretty

This is Zoey. She had surgery a couple of weeks ago and while she is now perfectly fine, she was a little stinky and couldn't have a bath until her stiches came out. This finally happened yesterday.

So this morning I filled up the bathtub in the guest room, which she knows is for her. When I went looking for her all I found was her back legs.

I talked her out from under the bed and she had her bath. She now smells much better. The thing is, I don't think she's talking to me anymore.

Little Brother

All my life I have had pets. When I was very young, I think for my 6th birthday, I got a puppy. I named her Gina (Princess Gina to be precise - I even made her a construction paper crown). For reasons I'm still not entirely clear about, she was renamed Sage.

Sage and I grew up together. We watched my parents get divorced and traded houses every Wednesday for a summer. We moved to 6 new houses in 3 years. At some point I started looking at colleges but couldn't imagine leaving her behind. In the end she left me. Her life spanned some of my earliest memories all the way through my packing to leave home.

The summer of the divorce, my mom get a cat. She was a beautiful little creature. We found out when she was a few years old that she was a different breed then we first believed. [We thought she was Siamese but she was actually Tonkinese - it's a real thing. You can look it up.] When Sage died, Kaytee (the cat) was very lonely. The vet said she was depressed and that we should get her a kitten. Turned out she didn't really want to be anyone's mommy, but she wasn't lonely anymore. It took her a while to warm up to Willie but eventually they were like two peas in a pod (or two kittens in a drawer).


Kaytee lived to be 18 years old. By the end she was a creaky old lady, but still very sweet. She's been gone for a couple of years now. Two weeks ago, we lost our sweet boy Willie, at the age of 15. This is how I imagine they will be always be.

My Boyfriend's Back

I've had a rough few days. School, regular work, problems with work, the anniversary of my grandfather's death -- just many things on my mind.

My escape from the day-to-day-ness of my life is hockey. The Canes have been up and down for weeks, hovering between relevance and well, not being very good.

Last night they played the Washington Capitals (my father's team) and it wasn't even on TV. I spent the whole day looking forward to coming home and watching the boys play. Instead I got UVA vs Clemson. So not the same thing.

Today was the trade deadline for the NHL. 3pm came and went with no news for the Canes. About 3:45 one of my funniest coworkers came in and told me there was a deal pending. As the pieces came together, the news went from odd, to sad, to absolutely fantastic. My boyfriend's back.