A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Blog Post

I swore this wouldn't happen.

I swore I wouldn't be one of those people who started a blog, wrote one or two posts, then abanodoned it.  I decided to be realistic, and aim for no fewer than two posts a week.  I figured that if I posted more, great, but if I didn't, as long as I hit the two post minimum, I was good to go.  I started carrying a little notebook with me, so that if I had ideas for blog posts when I was away from a computer, I wouldn't forget them.  I have pages and pages of ideas, plenty to get me through weeks of blog posts.

See?  This shouldn't have happened.

June was about to turn into July, and I was in the middle of summer session.  The grind was even harder than normal, since the semester was shorter than normal, but I could see a light at the end of the tunnel.  I decided to write a post about Canada, on Canada Day, for a number of reasons I won't get into here, since I still plan on writing that post someday.

And then my cat started peeing on the floor.  I was in denial, because I knew what that meant.

Before I go any further, I guess I should take a moment to briefly introduce the crew.

First we have Boo, queen bee, and at twelve she’s been with me longer than my husband has.  Seen here doing what she does best - laying down and giving the stink eye.  You might think this story is about her, but it’s not.   

Next, we have Marty, the pug, seen here doing one of the things he loves best.  Marty will likely have many posts dedicated to his tomfoolery, so I won’t say much about him now.   

And last, but not least, is Booger.  Do not let the shy look fool you; he is a holy terror.  Booger is my pee-er.  Seven years ago, Booger was diagnosed with urinary crystals, and so I knew what peeing on the floor meant.  It meant rounds of fluid injections under the skin, overnight stays with the vet, painkillers (for him, not me), and a lot of discomfort and pain for him (and for my wallet) before all was said and done.  Marty had just had a nice expensive couple of trips to the vet, and after it was all said and done, Booger had an almost three week adventure, and my bank account was a lot lighter.

 
By this point, the semester was almost over, friends were marrying, moving, wanting to be social, and so I was busy.  I’m going to try to update this more often again, because I hope that this will keep me sane during this last year of school.

Recommended listening:  One Thing Leads To Another by The Fixx