Hello again...

I'm sorry I have been incommunicado lately. I haven't been compelled to write much since Nestor's passing, but we got something recently that has helped ease the pain a little.

Introducing Biscuit!

Isn't she pretty? Joel and I are quite smitten with her. I still miss Nestor and she will never be replaced, but our house felt kind of empty without a sweet, furry kitty running around. Now we are starting to feel a little normal again. I promise not to make this blog all about kitties, but you probably will see more pictures of our little Biscuit. I felt like Annie Leibovitz last night when I was taking photos. I was on the ground, on my back, almost upside down. I was really working for these shots, let me tell you!

I do want to thank all of you for your kinds words and cards and flowers. I know Nestor touched alot of people and I love that you all loved her. I'll be back with new posts about happy things soon! In the meantime, here is one last photo of Nestor for you to enjoy.

Crushed.

My precious Nestor died today. It looks so strange...that sentence. I'm in shock and will update you on the details later. I miss my sweet kitty so much.

Welcome to the neighbohood...

It only took a month and a half, but I am been officially welcomed to my new home by a bat wielding neighbor. Maybe it wasn't a bat, but whatever it was it totally busted out my passenger side window. If you are a potential thief/welcome wagon and are reading my blog (assuming that you are literate), I would appreciate a nice bottle of red wine next time. Now I have to buy one for myself in order to help deal with the stress of this violation.

In case you are wondering, I had NOTHING in my car to steal. No Ipod, no CDs, nothing of value. Not even an umbrella in the back seat. So my new friend smashed my window and opened the glove compartment to find my registration and about 20 Dunkin' Donut napkins (I'm always prepared for a spill). That's it. What a waste of a perfectly good window. And I was parked on a main street..my street...right across from my bedroom window UNDER A STREET LAMP. I don't know how I could have done anything more to keep this from happening. So now my question is do I buy The Club for my car? Or do I just leave my glove compartment open and a note on the dash that says "There is nothing in here worth stealing. Please don't break my window"? I'm just bummed because I love my new condo and, up until now, my new neighborhood. Any suggestions?

My favorite movie is on!

I must have watched this movie 100 times when I was a kid.


I LOVE the montage during Rainey's "I Can Fly". I want my life to have a montage like that. Where I just start breaking into dance with a Joey Lawrence look-alike. Seriously, I want this.
I just wanna...


And the dance off. The Dance OFF!!!

Those crazy kids...

Joel and I spent a good part of Thursday evening looking at hysterical and super-cute videos on YouTube. I feel inclined to share our findings with you. Enjoy!

This kid is my hero:



I love her Michael Jackson impressions....Ooh! Oooh!



Blood is NOT funny.



Haven't we all felt this way at some time or another?

Kitties and doggies and bunnies, oh my!

Today I went to visit the MSPCA. It is located right across the street from my new place, so I've been meaning to get over there for awhile. I was there for at least an hour and had such a great time, although I did get choked up once or twice. There are so many adorable kitties and dogs that need good homes. If only I could have rescued them all! As sad as it made me, I was glad to know that several kitties had already been adopted today and a couple that I was talking to ended up adopting a beautiful adult kitty just as I was leaving. She was all black and super sweet. I fell in love with a beautiful calico named Glory. I spent alot of time petting her and trying to figure out how I could convince Joel that Nestor REALLY needs a feline companion.


I was in the cat adoption center for most of the time (I tried to pet each and every kitty if I could), but I didn't want to neglect the pups. They had a smaller selection, but those dogs were so sweet and promptly broke my heart each time I stopped at a new cage. My absolute favorite was a black hunting dog (I think?) named Brady. He had these beautiful white and black mottled markings on his coat and he would sit as close to the cage (and me) as possible when I was visiting. It makes me sad just thinking about him in that cage tonight. Next time I go I'll bring my camera and post pictures. If you are in the Boston area you should really stop by and give those guys some love. Even if you can't take one home, just spending time petting and holding them can be really rewarding...for you and for them. If stop by, let me know...I'll try to join you!