Archive for September 2006

Irish Dance   Leave a comment

My middle daughter has dreamed of the day when she was old enough to start taking lessons. My oldest daughter took lessons when she was five, and then stopped at the end of that session. Using “I’m the shortest in the class,” as her reason. So, now it is 2006 and my middle daughter is taking lessons with Celtic Steps here in Colorado Springs (they also have a location in Denver). And, of course, she LOVES it!! She comes home and teaches her sisters and her aunt her latest steps. And so the eldest begins a self-assigned essay on “Why I love Irish Dancing.” And she also begins to get up early, put on jig music, and practice steps. So we broach the subject of her taking lessons – and she is enthusiastic. Until she is officially signed up. Then begins the “But I don’t want to COMPETE!!!” wail. If I didn’t see myself so much in her… Anyway, she begins tomorrow. We will see just what happens. I have solemnly sworn that she is there for fun, not to advance “multiple levels and compete across the nation.” I’ll let you know how it goes.


Posted September 29, 2006 by comomma in family

My Cat is Eating the Equator.   Leave a comment

I am telling the truth. My four-year-old cat named Edgar, who should really know better has been eating the Equator. Off of our school globe, of course. I was hoping that it would last longer than this. And in so doing he has torn some of the paper off. I’m hoping we didn’t need those countries… To supplement our damaged geography, we also have The Global Puzzle here which is up-to-date, but not round. 🙂 And the kitten loves puzzle pieces. For my birthday I received a puzzle from my kids (I’m a fan), and I was ble to put in all but two pieces. Because the kitten had run off with them, and we couldn’t find them anywhere. We have since found them, but the puzzle has long since been in its box!

Posted September 24, 2006 by comomma in fun

A Kitten Named Norman.   Leave a comment

A trip to Wal*mart is, for our family, an adventure. Especially when they have a box of kittens in the parking lot. And they’ll take two dollars instead of the list price of $5.00. 🙂 And so Norman came to live in our zoo, I mean house. Joining Edgar the cat and Rusty the dog. The dog was happier about Norman than the cat was. Definitely a frigid welcome.

And so Norman has made himself at home, and he steals the straws from the girls’ drinks. And he’ll take the food from your plate if he can reach it. And he will jump into the popcorn bowl and get covered in cheese powder and take away as many pieces as he can stuff in his mouth.

The other night I gave the dog a hotdog. It was a gift from my parents for Rusty and he bit half of it off and spit it on the floor. So, I gave him the other half, which he rolled around his mouth and spit it also on the floor. And looked at me. Meanwhile, the tiny kitten had grabbed half the hot dog and dragged it under our kitchen table. So I took it from him, sliced it and put it on a plate. (My dog is picky, I guess). Meanwhile, the kitten had grabbed the other half and run for the table. But now he was wise to my ways. So when I came to get his  hot dog, he growled and ran under different chairs, to get away (dragging the hot dog on the floor with him, of course).  I eventually trapped the kitten, retrieved the half-hot dog and sliced it and put it on the plate. And the kitten helped himself  to two slices and I let him. He had worked so hard, afterall!

Posted September 2, 2006 by comomma in fun