You Call It Stalking, I Prefer To Call It Research

Oh Kitties!

I think I have found a kindred spirit in the blogging world. (I need to start making more real life friends.) I thought for a minute I had stumbled into my long lost twin as I laughed at all of her humorous observations. I almost wished for a minute that I was cool enough to write a post in all lower case letters, but sadly all of my business writing classes in college taught me better.

It made me miss the kind of entries I use to write. Before I decided to cop out every post with questions stolen from Facebook. Back when I had scandalous, not so scandalous stories, when I updated more than just once a month, and this place use to be a funnier, not so down, place to hang out.

With summer soon upon us again, and a slew of new adventures sure to befall us, I figured it was time to start anew. Shake off the sadness of winter and remember how good I really do have it.

I am not sure if it was the more direct sunlight or if it was the newly greened grass and gorgeous blooming trees that have made me realize that things aren't so bad around here.

Sure, there is nothing new to report. Other than spring beginning for another year, life seems to be the exact same, spent with the same people, doing the same things. And yet I am still so grateful.

Grateful for:

The Three Musketeers, who on the outside will never be chosen for our own family based reality show, but can still have fun watching Nancy Grace.

A really funny roommate who entertains me everyday. Even if that means spending hours trying to pick out a movie to watch, or playing horrific games of MOC.

Friends, who despite not seeing as often as I probably should, still lend their support, make institute that much funner and keep me from starving to death.

My dear Eric, who despite the fact that I neglectfully forget to write almost every week,is still keeping his ever busy fingers crossed on my behalf.

An adorable niece who has all sorts of patience with me even though I have no experience with babies of any kind.

Stephen Harper for keeping me housed for yet another month.

And even an unplanned sabbatical, that I know will be over in the not too distant future.

So with only small amounts of trepidation, I quote again The Beatles.

"I've got to admit it's getting better
A little better all the time
It can't get no worse."

Keep doing what you're doing.

Stay tuned for post from all of our upcoming adventures.

As Always,