Jake Has Returned

Instead of studying, I decided to distract myself with blogging... A bad choice.  But then again... My attention span is not working at this moment, so studying would be pointless.  There's no chance I'll be retaining anything.  

My weekend started off with a need to organize.  The huge conference table we have in the art room was full of papers to be sorted and one of our last boxes entitled "office shit". The night before we took in Chris's 14 year old brother to look after for the weekend.  Some time to myself, away from the boys, was needed.

 

Above is my attempt to pair up fashion items to make up a look.  

Some of these items, I sort of have from years of collecting clothes.  

Yes, I am one of those people who finds it impossible to part with clothing.  

Maybe one day my red snake skin patterned slip dress from the 90s will be "in style" again.

*sigh*

I'm horrible at writing down where each of these cut out items came from... I have a shoe box full of my favorite clothes from magazines but no clue the year or brand.

Chris and I got to see our niece on the weekend.  She is beautiful and so sweet.  We both love her very much.  This Thursday we'll be shopping with her mama to pick up a stroller.  I have no clue about strollers other than they roll. 

The sweetie sensed my "baby holding awkwardness" and squirmed while I held her. 

Random Note: Biggest piss off of the weekend was Chris deleting the high scores on Bejeweled.  Now this wouldn't be a problem if he held the high scores.  But it is I who is champion and cleared his name from the board.  Valuable time and energy was devoted to getting the title of Bejeweled Champ, and he just deleted it.  Not cool..... Yesterday I spent chilling out and studying (something I should be doing now...). It was boring, relaxing and needed.

This morning I wake up to a call from Chris letting me know he was at work.  Usually he kisses me "goodbye" in the mornings, but he was running late.  At 6:00 a.m. he spent thirty minutes looking for Jake who ran out.  The jerk cat wouldn't come back in and just ran out into the dark.  I did a sweep of the area before heading to work, but he was nowhere to be seen.  

I wasn't too worried because this isn't the first time he has run off.  When we lived in Centretown he ran off a couple times and returned usually late at night.  He was born a stray and has that urge to escape every so often. 

Around 7 p.m. while Chris was in the garage, Jake strolled in.  And, like every other time he has return, he gets a bath.  Jake takes it like a big baby though.  As a kitten when I gave him baths I pampered the shit out of him with hugs and cuddles... so he sort of likes them now.  Sort of.  He just gets so dirty when he's outside.  Baths are essential for this kitty.  Like a little kid, he rolls and lays in the most muddy spot on the lot. 

That's about it.  I should be logging off the computer and actually getting down to some homework.  Blah.