Lola & Milo

While adulting and stuff {read as buying my first home}, it didn't take too long before I realized, "Hey ... I own a home. I should own a cat."

Stick with me here. 

As a kid, I wanted to own ALL the animals. But somewhere between kidland and adulthood, that desire left. And I wasn't sad about it at all. I mean, sure, kitties and other animals are totes adorbs, but they can cause major problems, totes mgotes.

I mean, cleaning out a litter box or picking up pooh on my front lawn? NO.THANK.YOU.

Having to remember to feed them regularly and sometimes before you feed yourself? UH.UH.

I can remember going to my parents house several months ago. They have three cats. Because I talked them into it, sometimes, many times, much to their dismay{I like OTHER people having animals, just not me}. One of their kitties is a real bawl baby. She cries ALL the time. Mostly for food.  I vividly remember walking into their home STARVING and as I am trying to satisfy my belly's ferocious demands, the little bum wouldn't stop crying and get this - I had to put my hunger on hold for hers {I know, I know ... You're nominating me already for the world's best mom and I don't even have kids}. 

Yet, somehow. I buy a house. And suddenly?

Meet Milo and Lola. 

I adopted them from Four Paws Rescue {such an amazing organization in Cache Valley} and I could NOT be happier. I clean out their litter box, feed them before myself and even purchase them kitty toys! 

They are perfect in practically every way and I am obsessed. You can even think I am a crazy cat lady and I would probably agree. :) 

You know, I am "old" and not married. Sometimes you just cannot fight your destiny. ;)

So, kitty carry on. :)

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Working for a school district has some major perks. Like  being an adult and getting summer break! If I had a yearbook to sign, I would have said things like, "2 Cool 2 Be Forgotten" and "Call me over summer!" 

Let's not kid ourselves. I wouldn't have written that one. Or if I had, I would have written down the wrong number. 

When I left work Thursday afternoon for SUMMER BREAK, I instantly turned off my work phone and hid it for the the next 2.5 months. I will probably shed a tear when it is time to whip that bad boy back out.

For now, you can catch me on the flip side. Soaking in every single moment of NOT work. 

And just so you know, this is what the flip side looks like. 

Not too shabby if I do say so myself. 

However, I'd be lying if I said the stellar sun burn on my legs {and only my legs} wasn't too shabby. Because it is. But, I'd rather have sunburned legs after paddle boarding on my summer break than not having said sunburned legs because I was sitting in one of my 26 schools somewhere across the valley of Cache.

I think this paddle board and I are going to be seeing a lot of each other this summer.

What does summer hold in store for YOU?

P.S. It must be said that the boyf bought me my adorable rash guard {it's from Albion Fit} because I can apply sunscreen every 45 minutes and still get burned and he didn't want me to get burned! Adorbs. The rash guard and the boyf. :)
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