And Cracker makes 4

I honestly can't believe that we've done this, but Don has had his heart set on the brother of our two cats, the one who had an eye infection when we went to see them. It actually isn't an infection; apparently he had problems with this third eyelid --it doesn't open all the way, and he's had a couple of surgeries on it. He's a beautiful white cat with orange tips and orange in his tail and he's got blue eyes (he really doesn't use his right eye at all--his eyelid comes down about half way). And if you can't already tell, he's ours. When we brought him home last week, it took Hobbes maybe a couple of hours to accept him while Olivia, our little princess, took a day or two to warm up to him (I'm hoping that they somehow know in their DNA that they're siblings). Now they all play very well together. We have to put a cream in his eye, but it'll never be 100%. Here are a couple of pictures:


So...Don and Greg had decided from the very beginning that his name would be Cracker, but not pronounced like the food; it would be "Cracka", since he's white. So as not to offend, I added "Jack" since, one could argue, just give him an eye patch and he'd be a pirate kitty, like Cap'n Jack Sparrow...now he's Cracker Jack, aka "Cracka". He's the sweetest thing!

Here's a picture of Olivia watching "So You Think You Can Dance", one of our favorite t.v. shows:
(She, too, feels that Comfort should have been sent home last night...)


Todd is surprisingly tolerant of Cracker; he didn't really hiss at him or anything. I guess he figures "what's one more?" or, I'd rather believe, he feels sorry for him because of his eye. Who knows; it's all good. I never, ever thought we'd have 4 cats in the house! Woo hoo! On my way to being a crazy cat lady....although I've got years to go age-wise!

Speaking of age...one of the guys that I work with went to the same high school I did, but graduated 3 years after me. He thought it particularly funny to set up something for a group of us on our project team to go to lunch, in honor of my 50th birthday! What's actually funny about it is, is that I'm only 41! I had a couple of our developers ask me if I was really 50, because I certainly didn't look it! Oh, the pranks and hijinks that go on at work! Well done, DJ, well done!

To continue on the age thing..so the same day in which folks asked me about being 50, and I'm self conscious about my grey roots showing until I can get to my hair appointment on Thursday, I start to develop this big cyst on my chin--you know, the kind that will develop into a big ol' zit if you don't do anything!? So I'm pondering the dichotomy of having grey hair, crows feet, laugh lines and being in the next demographic bubble on surveys (age 41-50) as well as still getting acne and marveling at the sense of humor that God must have, and the fact that we'll never have things figured out! Nothing ever seems to stay in neat little prescribed boxes or outlines (first this, then this, and then that), and the cool thing is: that's okay. In fact, it's not just okay, it's great! (cue Thurl Ravenscroft). God's thoughts are not our thoughts and that's what makes things wonderful. He's got things figured out; all we need to do is just believe and have faith. He is so good!

May you feel His presence forever in your lives, and if you don't now, I'll pray for you until you do.