Saturday

[chochiyo_sama]

Well, what an "exhausting" week.

Monday, I was sick and stayed home--everyone else was dismissed at 9:30 am because it was snowing.

Tuesday--school started two hours late because the roads were crappy.

Wednesday--always a half-day for kids.  The evening board meeting was cancelled due to the extreme cold.

Thursday--school called off because the wind chill was almost 60 below zero.

Friday--school also called off because of extremely cold temperatures.

Ack.  What an end to the quarter! 

I didn't do squat on Thursday--I was tired and slept most of the day.

Yesterday, I did up the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.  It looks nice (except for the floor).  I also did all but one load of laundry.  Jim and DeAnn picked me up on their way to Rochester.  They dropped me off at school to work while they shopped.  It was about 3:30 when they dropped me off, and it was around 6:00 when they picked me up again.

We went to eat at Fiesta Mexicana.  I had chicken enchiladas, and they were delicious.  I wish I knew how to make refried beans the way they do in the restaurants.  I just love the combination of refried beans and rice. 

Swayze J was in rare form.  He is such a little charmer. 

Today, I finished the laundry.  The last load is in the dryer.  I will bring it up and put it away tomorrow. 

I tidied up the living room a bit today--and cut out the "scout uniforms" for my LeeAnn dolls and took pictures of the Marley collection as today is the one year anniversary of my "Marley Moms" group.  I carried two baskets of laundry up and will put them away in the morning. 

I'm too tired tonight.

It's about bedtime.

I'm worried about my cat.  She isn't eating much.  Also, she seems to be having labored breathing too.  She is acting normally other than that.  I think I am going to have to take her to the veterinarian.

I don't want to delay and have her get worse.  I'm hoping it is only a bad tooth--that's what happened to my son when he didn't eat.  He wanted to, but it hurt him too much.  She sits in front of her dish and looks at it, and tries to eat, but only eats a morsel or two.

My poor baby.

She's a geriatric kitty now, but I'm hoping she has a few years left in her.  She's such a good girl--other than her puking issues.  And that isn't her fault.  Poor girl.