No April Fool's

No April foolin' around on this blog today. What you see is what you get to read and view. Because my April foolin' today in my own life wasn't all that funny to some. Yooper left our house this morning in a huff and puff because his loving wife decided to put green food coloring in his coffee creamer because it is APRIL FOOL'S DAY. And then his wonderful wife of 15 1/2 years switched out the inside of today's newspaper with an edition from February because she felt like it and it is the 1st day of April otherwise known to many as APRIL FOOL'S DAY! I thought it was funny. Him, not so much. Because his awesome better half told him 10 a.m. for his physical therapy appointment this morning and then at 10 minutes to nine his physical therapist called wondering where he was for his 8:30 a.m. scheduled visit. Hats off to me. I am brilliant. I blame it on my desk calendar which was still stuck in March. Big oops.

But I share today more pictures of cats and of course of Edgar. "He's gonna be famous I tell you!"And yes, that is Edgar, not a possum playing well possum. Edgar sleeping upside down. Stretched out, toes curled and yes, smiling. And probably dreaming.

Dreaming of flying like a bird or contemplating walking on the ceiling.

He is crashed out on his favorite chair pad in the whole wide world, or in his world, roughly 3000 some square feet of house. He is oblivious to me for two reasons. One, he is tired. And two, he is tired.

This is what cats do when they are in need of a nap. Sleep. And for Edgar, he should be exhausted from wrestling with Miley. Spinning his wheels across the slippery floor all morning. Bird watching. Playing "fetch the pipe cleaner" 119 times with one or two willing humans.

Absolutely zonked out.

While I was taking this picture he began twitching and I figured he was far away in cat la-la land dreaming away. But soon he woke up, stretched and took off for his food bowl.

Life as a cat. So simple.

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Goodbye Sweet Cheddars

"There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat." - Tay Hohoff

Rest in peace sweet Cheddars. Thank you for being a part of our lives. We will miss your "happy paws". We will never forget you!

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My Desk...Where It All Happens.

How many of you were looking here yesterday for some Ruby Tuesday? And were you a bit disappointed? Anyone? Raise your hand. 1, 2, 4, 6, 9, 11.......ZERO! That is what I figured.
So today you will get a peek at my desk. My workstation. My little cubby hole. Where my ever growing belly fat continues to grow because of this spot. Why my neck is sore and my back shouts out to me to sit up straighter.

I have been spending more time than I would like to lately because I am preparing for my upcoming photography class I will be teaching next month. In roughly two weeks. Did I mention that?

There has been lot's of paperwork. Notes. Organizing images for a slideshow. Trying to contain my upcoming excitement about this class and trying to calm my nerves.

So here you go. My disorganized mess. My desk.

How does your desk rate in comparison? I think one's desk speaks a lot about someone. Please don't instantly judge me! Yooper wonders daily how I stay so organized with such a cluttered area. You see, I am a multi-tasker at heart. It is how I rock and roll. And he wonders how I can whip out a receipt he was looking for in an instant. Find his farm checkbook in a flash. Ask when his next physical therapy appointment is with a snap of his fingers. At least he knows exactly where I am hiding when he is in the kitchen whipping up a chocolate cake and making a mess in the process.

As for me, I know where all of my 1, 123,119 plus or minus digital picture files are stored. How to spell "definitely" correctly. And the word "recieve", I mean "receive". Have access to each and everyone of our checking/savings accounts and be able to answer Yooper's daily question of "How much is in our account?"

Here at this desk, I can find out who went where for spring break this week. Who is having a bad day. Or a great one! Who had a great workout doing Turbo. Who is now friends with this person or that one. Who is having a birthday. Who won't say how old they are. And who wishes for warmer weather. And how they wish they had gone somewhere warm for spring break.

But of course, and let us not wonder where my latest bottle of wine is.

My desk has been in our great room next to our kitchen since December when our renovation project began. I will be so glad when it is moved back to the "new" room. My desk has become a sort of extra counter space. A place for "stuff" to pile. Accumulations of this and that. Since this picture was taken, I have cleaned my desk. Yay! Happy day. It looked nice for a few days. I was proud. Sadly, it is in disarray again.

I think today calls for some desk cleaning. Organizing.

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