2 "Holidays" . .

. .I've never celebrated are St. Patrick's Day and Cinco de Mayo. The more people I meet the more I realize I'm in the minority. It honestly never occurred to me. If I'm Irish I don't know it, I took French in high school, and I don't like beer no matter what the color. I wonder if this makes me culturally narrow-minded, lame or both. . .

It's a Weird Feeling . . . .

to love my cats with all my heart but want to kill them at the same time. It happens multiple times a day but it all comes to a head around 8:15 each evening when Kyle is putting the baby to bed. 4 cats and a soon-to-be toddler? I should apply for sainthood.

Chivalry is Not Dead

Today I stopped at Sam's because Kyle left the car on empty and a worker came over and offered (felt more like insisted) to pump my gas. He told me that although many things changed, that chivalry is not dead and this is how is mother raised him to be. I looked at my sweet, sleeping boy and hope I am raising him to be the same way.