The word is out...

The word must be out. The birds are shouting it from the treetops "the cat is gone, the cat is gone!"

This is my front door wreath right now:

And this is what's in my front door wreath:













Great, now I'm going to have to leave my "winter" wreath up until these babies hatch. Oh well, I'll keep you posted on their progress.

I think I'm going to let the Macon Chamber of Commerce know that their slogan should be "Macon, GA: Where nature knocks on your front door."

Check this out: Go Mocs!

Somehow I get the feeling he's making fun of my hometown and its school. Funny story about the mascot changing. They have always been the UTC Mocs, but growing up they were the "UTC Moccasins" and a Cherokee Indian war chief was the mascot. Well, in the name of political correctness, they decided to change the name. Rumor has it that the students were given a survey and the choices were between the "UTC Mocs" as a water moccasin (snake) mascot and the "UTC Mocs" as a mockingbird.
Yes, the students chose the mockingbird, which strikes fear in any opponent I'm sure. I think the students thought it was a joke. :) Notice the fighting Mockingbird on a train... Chattanooga Choo Choo, anyone?

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I recently visited Boston for a wonderful occasion. My little sister,Megan, has applied to graduate school for photography and had an interview at the Massachusetts College of Art and Design. (She also has an interview with Yale at the end of the month!)

My mom and I went with her to Boston and had a wonderful time. On the day of Megan's interview, Mom and I walked the "Freedom Trail" - which walks through two and a half centuries of America's most significant past. It includes the graveyard where greats such as John Hancock, Samuel Adams and Paul Revere are buried, Paul Revere's house, the site of the Boston Massacre, the Boston Tea Party, the Old North Church and the U.S.S. Constitution. It was really neat to think that I was walking where history was made, and essentially these men that we know as our forefathers were actually committing high treason.

Overall we had a wonderful time. Megan nailed her interview (and recently got an acceptance letter), we at lots of yummy italian food and did lots of shopping on Newberry Street at shops that we don't have down here (Anthropologie anyone?)

Check out my pictures on my flickr site!

Tribute to Gorbs

I lost one of my babies today...my cat, Gorbachev (aka, Gorbs, Gorbie, Fats and too many other names to count.)

I didn't see Gorbs at all on Sunday . There's been many nights that he's stayed out all night, so didn't think anything of it. He was a lover of the outside (and yes, we have a fenced yard and he wore a collar.) But after he wasn't home when I got home from work today, I had a very bad feeling. He had never been gone this long before. I took a trek into the woods behind my house and saw the evidence of a fight. I'm pretty sure a coyote got him.

I'm so upset right now. I feel like he was my child and I let him down. He wasn't the sweetest or nicest of kitties, but he was MY kitty. He only had eyes for me. In fact, he was my "present" when I found out I had to have my transplant. He was the one who kept me company while I was recovering from the surgery (see picture to left- this was Gorbs and me post surgery.) And he'll always hold a special place in my heart.

Goodbye, sweet Gorbie. I love you...

I'll leave you with some funny pics of Gorbs.

Silly Gorbs as a kitten... he liked to stalk you and attack...

Ahh... the infamous "Gorbs and the snake" incidence...