Charlie busts a move.

Amanda bought this solar snowman for me. I named him Charlie. Charlie makes me very happy.

Christmastime at the Glen!

This is my first year Christmas decorating alone. I think it's shaping up nicely.

Dori + Christmas tree = happy, happy wissa

one of two lamp posts outside by the steps

snowflake window + peace wreath

mantle. not quite finished here. waiting for cats' stockings and my manger scene.

in front of TV

entry table

kitchen counter

baskets under entry table (sorry the pic is blurry; this is my favorite part.)

star on the wall

Black Thursday?

Sandersville Walmart 8pm Thanksgiving Day.

how far I've come from going far!

just found in my room these lists I made in February 2000 (9th grade). where I wanted to be in 5 years and then in 10 years. fun to read!

I am so glad God took over my dreams and is working to make His dreams come true for my life. Can't imagine more joy than this!
-mo

little helper

one of Panther's favorite times of day: helping me tie my shoes!

kitty ring

this made my day today

thanks for sharing, keg.

instincts

I am fostering a kitten in my home. She is approximately 7 months old, and I have named her Panther because she resembles a black (actually gray) panther both in appearance and behavior. She is beautiful and quite pouncy.

Last Friday, I was video chatting with Immy when I heard some strange cat noises behind me. I turned around to find Panther and Dorito (my big boy cat) on my kitchen counter, Panther attempting to seduce Dori. *sigh* she was in heat.

So, over the last few days, I have watched her closely and observed the ridiculous behavior of a cat in heat. Everything she does is intently focused on one goal: to mate. She cries for attention, she struts around with her tail in the air, she darts toward the door anytime I head out, and she paws at windows in the night to get out to find her man. From time to time, I see glimpses of the kitten she was before, and it is as if that poor kitten is trapped at war with her biological impulse to mate. I can almost see in her eyes her desperation to be able to control her own behavior. Alas, she cannot. Her internal biology has total control of her external behavior.

I have thought to myself how happy I am that humans do not experience such hormonal slavery.

Then I saw it. On my way into work this morning, I watched a nicely dressed businesswoman cross the street ahead of me. She was met mid-crosswalk by an average-looking man. As she passed him, he turned. Without a blink, his entire torso was directed opposite his vector of motion. In a single, mindless motion, his head nodded and his eyes floated down the woman's suited figure and back up again before he turned back to face me and continue traversing the street.

I am convinced that in that moment, that man was abducted by his instinct to mate.

So, I ammend my previous thought: I am happy female humans do not experience such hormonal slavery. Men, in  fact, are like panthers in heat. Men are gross.
-mo

I'm a Georgia voter!

catematician

kitten played with the bookshelf last night, and it looked like this when I woke up this morning. apparently she wants to learn finite math.

this is me not texting

I got in trouble yesterday for using my phone in class. So, I got creative today.