My new skill

Our cat Caramel has had an ongoing hair problem.
More like matted up, dreadlocks or something.
Except it got worse and really gross.
After considerable delay I realized I had to do something about the situation.

First, I tried to cut them out myself with scissors. But the huge balls were too close to her skin and I was afraid to cut her . . . so . . .

I finally called the vet to find out if they would shave her. They said they would, but first they have to put her out. As in put her under anaesthesia. Well, that costs like a hundred bucks. So moving on . . .

I called all around the area and the only groomer that will shave a cat is in American Fork and wants to charge me $60. Plus tax. (TO SHAVE MY CAT??!!) I went ahead and set up the appointment knowing I did not want to pay $60 to drive out to American Fork to drop off my matted cat and then turn around in a few hours and pick her up. . . . so

I got this idea.

This is what she used to look like, remember?

Then I bought some of these at Wal Mart . . .

Then I did this . . .

And now she looks like this.

She still loves me.

Guess she'll be spending a lot more time indoors.
Rebecca said we should buy her a sweater. I don't think Caramel is going to go for a sweater.
Let's hope her hair grows faster than mine.

Morning hair

So every day Rebecca comes down with a new hair-do. We call it "hunga bunga" hair.
Wherever did she get this fine, unmanageable, slow-growing, rat's nest?

Ahh, yes.

Quilting

Nathaniel's Christmas present from mom

love those Vegas signboards

Snapped this picture while going through Vegas--
Peter and I thought it was quite a catchy slogan(:

Cookies

My little domestic child who loves to bake

Springville's winter wonderland

John's preschool is in a private home--a pretty log cabin style house

It snowed one day, then again the following day, which made for a beautiful effect on the trees

City of Springville

Today

Today Peter is leaving for two weeks.

Today my basement flooded. Again. I have honestly and truly lost track of how many times this is now. We dug it out, filled it in with rock, and covered the window well in September and thought we had the problem fixed. It is freezing and I have no idea how well it is going to dry out down there.

Today my dog pooped in his crate and left a holy mess when we let him out. The entire house smells like . . . well, you know. Sarah was wearing a dust mask this morning to walk around the house before school.

Today was my day to drive the kids to school and we got dumped on last night with snow. For some reason the city has stopped plowing our road this year. It must have something to do with budget cuts and our street's lucky number didn't come up.

Today I spent my last $15 on bagels and milk.

Today Peter said, "Well, at least this didn't happen tomorrow morning when I was gone. And at least the flooding wasn't as bad this time."

Am I expected to be optimistic today?
Because I'm not.