The Poor Little Tree

I put up my Christmas tree last weekend and was very happy with the way it turned out. I'm very picky about my tree -- only white lights, all the ornaments have to be red, green, gold or white. No rogue colors allowed on my tree. Everything matches, even the bows and beads. I knew in the back of my head that the kitten could be a problem this year when it came to the tree, but I was hoping not because he's so good. The tree goes up on Sunday. On Wednesday, I remark to Frank that I can't believe how Tuck hasn't bothered the tree once. Can you say jinx? Not 10 minutes after I say it the kitten makes his little wind up noise (the noise he makes before he takes off full-speed at something) and he takes off at the tree. In about 4 seconds he's three-quarters up the inside of the tree. Ever since it has been an ongoing battle to keep him out of the tree. I have no more ornaments or bows on the bottom of the tree. He has pulled the beads down so they just hang at the bottom. He likes to sit on the bottom branches on the left side of the tree. I would be really mad if he wasn't so cute...

Thanks Pat

Not that he will ever read this, or even care if he did, but as a WVU fan I have to say thank you to Pat White. For four years he has given us all something to look forward to on Saturdays (and sometimes Thursdays.) I grew up dreading any bowl game that my Mountaineers made it to because we always lost -- even that Sugar Bowl that my family traveled to New Orleans to watch. For the past three years, Pat White has led the Eer's into the Sugar, Gator and Fiesta Bowls and led them back out with a win. I admit I got a little teary during his introduction in the last home game (thanks ESPN2 for letting me see it.) While the Meineke Car Care Bowl isn't exactly what we had hoped for this season, it's still a bowl and a winning season. So thanks #5. Thanks for sticking around for four years, for defending the state and the fans, for the wins and the heartfelt effort during the loses and thanks for making us all so proud to be Mountaineers.

Cats can be bipolar?

I finally got a kitten. I've been talking about it for over a year. On Thursday, Frank and I drove to Hillsborough to pick up a little gray striped kitten from his uncle. I was amazed at how calm and loveable the little guy was. He let me hold him for hours -- never wiggled to get down or even made a sound. Then we got him back to the apartment. All of a sudden the sweet little kitten goes crazy. He was like a ping pong ball bouncing all over the room and hissing everytime I tried to catch him. This went on for a good 10 minutes. Finally, I catch him and he starts to purr the second I pick him up. The next day we take him to Frank's house. He lets everyone pass him around. He lets the three goldren retreivers get right up in his face and even lick him. Does it bother him? No -- he never flinches. What a brave little kitty. Then he comes home and goes nuts. At this moment he is running around the room in circles and trying to climb up the curtains in my living room. And just when I think he is really annoying he rolls over on his little back and just looks so cute....

Fridays

It occured to me on Friday that my most of my week revolves around one single day. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I talk about how I wish it was already Friday. Thursdays -- well it's almost Friday. Of course, on Friday I proclaim all day long to anyone who will listen that I'm so happy its Friday. I'm content letting Saturday be what it is, but by the time Sunday rolls around I'm wishing it was Friday again. It's sad when you think about it -- for one thing I'm wishing too much time away. For another it proves that I truly have nothing interesting to say. I think I need a hobby. Maybe I'll take up quilting or knitting or something. Then again, maybe not.

Cooking for 60

I like to cook. I love to try new recipes and experiment to create something new. I especially love when someone is having a party or a cookout and I get to bake a dessert. However, this weekend my boyfriend's family is having a surprise 50th birthday party for his mother. We are cooking the food...for 60 people. I have to admit, I really have no idea how to cook for that many people. I'm more than a little nervous. I have 10 pounds of chicken in my freezer. I'm making a chicken marsala casserole. I tried it out a few months ago and it was pretty good. Now I have to figure out how to make it for the masses. How does one cook 5 pounds of pasta? I think I need a larger pot.

My First Blog

So this is my first blog. My boss wants everyone to understand what it's like being a blogger, so here I am...wondering what to write. It took me a significant amount of time to actually choose a name. Then I realized I should go with the obvious. After all, WV Girls really do rock.

Right now I'm thinking about football...WVU football to be exact (big surprise!) Tomorrow my Mountaineers play Auburn. I'm a little nervous about the game seeing as how our season hasn't gone quite as I expected. I usually look forward to the games each week. This season though there is a pit in my stomach each week. At least I have basketball season to look forward to. Gotta love what Coach Huggins has done with that team. Wish I could say the same for Coach Stew.