Saturday, the best day of the week! Got up nice and early, ~5:00 a.m. and got a fire going. While Rhonda got her beauty rest, the fellas headed out to the beach (about a 300 yard walk), Jack acquiver with anticipation. After 30 minutes of chasing birds and the tennis ball, he was pretty worn out. Back at the cabin, I had some cold leftover pizza, the breakfast of champions. Rhonda got up around 8:00 and we soon had the crockpot steaming (Shauna's cajun potroast recipe was on the menu for lunch and dinner). Headed into town to grab some biscuits to go at the Grateful Bread (run by some old hippie chicks) and some more treats from the Pelican. The temps were mild and the winds calm, so we were able to take several more trips to the beach and hang out in the backyard. In the late afternoon, a shower sent us inside, where we played a little Scrabble, did some reading, and played 'dueling DJs' with Rhonda's iPod/my mp3 player. Very relaxing day.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Beach weekend
Saturday, the best day of the week! Got up nice and early, ~5:00 a.m. and got a fire going. While Rhonda got her beauty rest, the fellas headed out to the beach (about a 300 yard walk), Jack acquiver with anticipation. After 30 minutes of chasing birds and the tennis ball, he was pretty worn out. Back at the cabin, I had some cold leftover pizza, the breakfast of champions. Rhonda got up around 8:00 and we soon had the crockpot steaming (Shauna's cajun potroast recipe was on the menu for lunch and dinner). Headed into town to grab some biscuits to go at the Grateful Bread (run by some old hippie chicks) and some more treats from the Pelican. The temps were mild and the winds calm, so we were able to take several more trips to the beach and hang out in the backyard. In the late afternoon, a shower sent us inside, where we played a little Scrabble, did some reading, and played 'dueling DJs' with Rhonda's iPod/my mp3 player. Very relaxing day.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Not a fun week so far
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Romantic anniversary weekend
Highlights of our 12th anniversary festvities included:
Assembling our lower cabinets (Bought Ikea cabinets for the bottom. Vern is building the top cabinets from scratch and will be building the faces/doors for the bottom.).
A trip to Home Depot.
Grouting a little patch of tile that now sits underneath the fridge (was a cabinet there before).
Dinner and cake on the couch.
Sound pretty romantic, huh? Well, to be fair, we did watch 2 chick flicks. The Notebook wasn't bad (for a chick flick)- a cute lead actress always helps. Mamma Mia had Rhonda singing along the whole time, and she wants to buy it now. Thanks (or blame?) goes to Dad for the recommendations on both movies.
In this picture, you can begin to imagine what the fridge/stove half of the kitchen will look like now. Vern will be back on Tuesday to anchor those lower cabinets and mount the base for their countertop, so we should be able to start hiding some stuff in there soon.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Kitchen remodel underway
New appliances have been bought, but are mainly just in the way.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Oscar Combs: Aug. 2008- Feb. 2, 2009
We'd hoped to start this blog with something happy, but life has a way of punching you in the gut when you least expect it. We lost our little buddy Oscar today to a sad disease called Feline Infectious Peritonitis (FIP).
He was such a gentle and cute boy that we all fell in love with him shortly after his arrival (well, at least Rhonda, Jack and I did- George is another story). He was only with us from 11/14/08 through today, but you can learn a lot about a cat in a short amount of time. For example, here are a few things we learned about Oscar:
- As you can see above, he figured out that keyboards area great place to stay warm.
- He was incorrigibly, aggressively affectionate. He didn't nuzzle you so much as he attempted to implant his snout in your nose or mouth.
- His ears were 2 sizes too big for his head.
- He had a very interesting swirl pattern on his sides, not the stripes you normally see on orange cats.
- He taught an 85-lb dog that a 5-lb cat could be his best pal.
- The tip of his tail had a crook to the right.
- His powers of persuasion were strong. Somehow he convinced George- who didn't exactly welcome Oscar with open arms- to give up his prime corner window real estate on the upstairs couch.
- He had a funny habit of cocking his head to one side while he chewed.
- There are multiple pillows on the bed, and they all belonged to him.
- He preferred dry food (including Jack's) to the cracky goodness of canned.
- Based on the sound of his purr, there's a fair chance he was related to either a dove or an Ewok.
- Jack's water tasted better than his own.
- His favorite sparring partner was Jack's snout, although his wagging tail was fair game, too.
- Like any Combs man, he didn't like to rush unnecessarily through a bathroom session. With the way he played around in there, sometimes it was hard to tell whether it was a litterbox or the sandbox.
- Even George (in fairness, still smarting from the loss of Arthur) was beginning to fall victim to his irresistable charms, in baby steps.
- He thought the bed covers made a nice tent.
- He smelled like sweet fresh laundry (probably because of all that time under the sheets).
- To be such a small cat, the house sure feels a whole lot emptier without him.
Here are a a few photos photos from Oscar's time with us. Click "show info" at the top and brief descriptions/comments will appear with the photo. Use the "options" button or pause to slow things down. The first few were taken with a cell phone, so the quality is inconsistent.
This is a good reminder for us to not take our loved ones (four-legged, two-legged or otherwise) for granted. Thanks to everyone for the supportive thoughts, kind words, and "flinging us up" (in Mamaw's case).