As most of you know, the north east is covered in snow and there doesn’t seem to be any possibility of it melting. I live in Maryland, and while it isn’t considered to be part of the ‘north’, it can easily be said that we’ve had our fair share of snow. Besides being stuck in the house all the time and becoming well acquainted with our snow shovels, there are few nice things we can associate with the cold, white stuff.
Consider this, is there anything cuter than seeing our pets’ reactions to snow? I can’t think of anything more adorable! My three little kitties all have their own opinions on it. Puddin’ (the big, orange tomcat) really enjoys hiding behind snow piles and watching the birds get a tasty morsel from the bird feeder. After a few minutes he’ll shake his bum and then lunge at the birds. He’s never caught one, which I’m glad about. He loves being outside with us when we’re shoveling snow. He tries so hard to ‘help’ but just can’t quite pick up a shovel.
Little Hootie will go outside for a few minutes and very carefully step in people’s shoe tracks in the snow so he doesn’t get his paws too wet. He’s very particular about his feet getting wet. After a few minutes outside he’ll come back in and head straight to the humidifier to watch it bubble. He tries to catch the bubbles that come up but just can’t quite get them in time. We tell him that the humidifier is run by the evil ‘red dot’ he can’t catch. I don’t he think he understood.
My sweet, little Tanzie just doesn’t do the snow. She will go out and sit on the step for a few minutes and then decides she’s over it and comes back inside. The other day it was so chilly that she jumped into the linen closet and sat amongst the sheets to warm up.
I adore my little fur balls! I think God gave us animals not only for our enjoyment, but for our therapeutic needs. Sometimes just petting my kitty or watching him play is all it takes to boost my mood. Watching their reactions to snow is an adorable aspect of being apart of their little lives. Be sure to leave a comment about your pets’ reactions to the snow!
I absolutely adore the Disney movie The Aristocats.The cutest kitty in that movie is little Marie. Her best line in the movie is “Ladies don’t start fights but they can finish them!” This prompted me to write a short post on what it truly means to be a lady. We are all born girls but only a few of us manage to become ladies. Here are a few lady-like standards true ladies should adhere to.
Rule 1: Ladies really don’t start fights
This little lady was right- ladies don’t start fights. They can exchange words but hair pulling and wrestling each other doesn’t do much for the reputation of the women engaging in the argument. People can have disagreements but they have to remain civilized in polite company.
Rule 2: The shorter the hemline, the smaller the heel
You all know what I’m talking about. You see it at the clubs and bars; the girls with hemlines that may as well not exist and heels that give her another 6 inches of height (or maybe it’s the bump-it in her hair). Ladies, if you’re going to wear a short dress, then please wear a kitten heel. Those stilettos look amazing, believe me I understand, but with the hemline being so high, just refrain from wearing them. We are ladies, not adult performers.
Rule 3: Avoid crass language
I knew one girl who was so classy to look at but when she opened her mouth it was so disappointing. If you find yourself inserting a curse word into every other sentence you speak, then I’d say you need to work on that. In my opinion, people who use curse words abusively in conversation aren’t intelligent to find other words that could convey the same meaning but more eloquently.
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Hello friends! I didn’t post yesterday because it was a travel day for me. I was on a short road trip back from the lovely beaches of Maryland’s Eastern Shore. My family goes camping in Ocean City, Maryland every summer. Camping is our favorite pastime as my mom’s family enjoyed it too. As you can see in the photo to the left, we had a lovely time taking pictures on the jetty next to the harbor. My sister is on the left and her best friend that came along for the trip is on the right.
We spent one day at Assateague Island enjoying the beach and wild horses. Legend has it that these horses are descendants of horses that were shipwrecked off the coast of Maryland/Virginia hundreds of years ago. It is thought that the ship was probably Spanish and was carrying livestock to America. Unfortunately the weather didn’t cooperate for us and it was cloudy with a high of 74. Needless to say I was a bit chilly and sat on the beach in my bikini bottoms and hoodie. The water was like ice!
Later on that day my mom and I took a little trip to one of her favorite stores called The Barn (colonial decorating and all things country) and then picked up some fresh corn grown locally in Delaware at a little produce store. There’s nothing better than fresh veggies and fruits.
After dinner we went to the campground’s karaoke night where my sister and a few other girls sang a Carrie Underwood song and then danced the Cotton Eyed Joe (oh memories of middle school flooding back anyone?) I must say that line dancing takes the wind out of you. I was so tired by the end of the night. When we got back to our campsite my dad had lit a fire in the fire ring. We sat around playing charades and telling funny stories. My sister was obsessed with puns all weekend so everything she said had a double meaning. At least it kept her laughing!
On Sunday it was cloudy again and not worth the beach trip. We went to a zoo in Salisbury, MD for some fuzzy animal sight seeing. I fell in love with the flamingos. A few of them were having a fit about something and kept poking at each other. It was adorable. We also saw this beautiful owl who wasn’t too happy to see us. He swiveled his head around when my sister started talking to it. He blinked a few times and opened his beak a little wanting to say something back.
When we got back to our campsite my sister and her friend engaged in their typical shenanigans and it ended up with my sister on the ground her camp chair. Silly girls.
Finally, we went to the boardwalk and people watched. It never fails to be entertaining. People are crazy, that’s all I can say! The girls had a good time spotting cute boys. Ok, I admit to having fun finding them first and then telling them where to look and when to start flipping their hair to get the boys’ attention. I’m just as bad as they are but it was a good time!
I hope you enjoyed the photos and my weekend recap! P.S. Leave a comment on whether or not you would like it if I started focusing a little more on “what’s in my closet” type things! Thanks!