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Kath's Belly~12 weeks

Crazy Day at 902

The morning started like any other morning, kittens crying at the door for breakfast. I get up, feed them, head back to bed. About 20 minutes later, the kittens are back at the door, this time I assume they are crying because they're lonely. Fortunately, Carl was ready to get up and entertain the boys.

I stumbled out of bed a while later, dreading the day's event: cleaning for yet another house showing. I put on my robe, not ready to seriously commit to the chores for the day. Carl and I start our usual banter with the kittens, asking them to help clean and other ridiculous requests for animals without opposable thumbs. I wander downstairs to find the kittens sitting in the pile of shoes that have accumulated at the bottom of the stairs. I yell up to Carl, "the kittens can't help you right now--They're picking up our shoe pile." (Additionally, I want to mention that I hadn't bothered to turn the lights on in the basement.) I lean down to pet the cats and decide I'll bite the bullet and put the shoes away while I'm there. Two trip to the shoe bucket have left me with just 2 pairs of shoes remaining. (Might I mention that they are my favorite 2 pairs of shoes AND the kittens are still sitting in their same position, even though the shoe pile is leaving them.) I lean down, pick up the 2 pairs and see what I think is a kitten toy between them. I pause, take a second look, and realize this isn't exactly the kitten toy I was thinking of.
I immediately yell up the stairs... "Carl, I think I know why the kittens wanted to help with the shoes."
Carl says, "what do you mean (because my statement makes no sense)."
"There's a mouse down here!"
(Fortunately it's dead, so we're considering the kittens were crying at the door so we would come admire their awesome hunting skills.)

So, Carl comes down, flips out with me for a while. All the while the kittens are just sitting and staring at their prize. Eventually the situation is resolved with a broom and dust pan and cleaning resumes.

So, fast forward past all the boring cleaning. We head out for lunch while our house is being shown.

Back home, a little crochet, a little guitar hero. I decide I want to go to the folk music store to get a shoulder strap for my banjo. I got a really sweet one btw, purple :)

Okay, so now it's about 4pm, we are bored, and starting to think about dinner. The phone rings and it's our relator! Stop the presses, WE HAVE AN OFFER!

So we are carefully reviewing the details of the offer tonight and have not made an official decision at this time. We're going to meet with the relator tomorrow to further discuss. And while much could still go wrong, we are enjoying the moment of possibilities tonight.

So, moral of the story is a day that started with death took a strange journey to us feeling quite alive.

We'll keep you posted!

They see us rollin... They hatin

Katherin and I made a trip to Bike-O-Rama with my parents today. My goal was to go and look and get a better idea of what sort of bike I wanted, but I should have been smarter than that. We both walked out with brand new bikes, and I think we did a pretty darn good job.

My Trek 820 mountain bike was replaced with a Giant Seek 1, with hydraulic disc brakes, an Alfine internal gear drive train, and a matte white paint. Lets see how long it takes to get that dirty.

Katherin's Specialized was replaced with a Gary Fisher Tiburon, with front and rear suspension, a step thru frame, and a shiny silver paint job.

So watch out on the street, we may just pass you by.