Well, I've already started to backslide on my blog. But what can I say? Those last couple of weeks of school are CRAZY! I have an iron or two in the fire that I'm hoping to share in the coming weeks. In the meantime, Canada celebrates its 150th birthday today!
We contemplated celebrating our first Canada Day in the area by going downtown and checking out the festivities, but as it's such a big one, and as we'd be dragging along an autistic tween with crowd and noise issues, and a surly teenager with embarrassing parent issues, it seemed like more of a punishment for us than a celebration. So we decided to stick to the activities available to us in the immediate vicinity, which are actually plentiful and impressive.
You know what else is plentiful and impressive? The RAIN we're getting this grey, miserable Canada Day! Here's a look at an hour-by-hour forecast of what we're in for today:
Universe, strike me down now! It's Canada's 150th birthday, and …
As I'm about 50 posts behind, having
not blogged since last JULY (Yeesh!), I imagine there's no one left
out there who is still checking in to read this. But I am a former
student of journalism, so when I find myself privy to a scoop, my journalistic
instinct kicks in and I simply must put it out there. So, if anyone
stumbles across this post, just remember, you read it here first!
Today, my little sister Mel was the
only Canadian to run the Chicago Lakefront Ultra Marathon. For those
not familiar, that is FIFTY FREAKING KILOMETERS! I complain if I have
to drive that far! So, while she has shamelessly
shirked the proud family tradition of sitting in front of the TV
eating chips and complaining about being fat, she's made up for it in
But that's not all. She finished this
feat of madness in the ridiculous time of 4:19, and was the 4th
female finisher, missing third place by less than 20 seconds! And she
placed 13th overall! That's not just an exciting F…
After we had to let Finnegan go (and I swear I'll stop talking about this soon. Every time I start a new blog post, it seems to come out again. This is cheaper than therapy.), I must have been suffering from some residual guilt or something, because I got into this mode where I was obsessed with making life more luxurious for my remaining two pets. So, off to the sewing machine I went and made new beds for them. Then I went a step further and decided that the cat needed me to convert an old IKEA table into an activity station for him, with his new bed underneath. Here is what that looked like:
Note that there is no sign of the cat anywhere in this picture. That is the normal state of his activity station/bed.
Instead, this is where the cat can generally be found at any given time of the day or night:
On someone else's bed.
Under a completely different table, surrounded by clutter.