Meet Charlie. Charlie, meet the internet. I don’t think either one of us walked into the Animal Rescue League’s shelter on Saturday with the notion that we’d be adopting a cat. Sure, it’s been months since Miles died, and I was feeling like it was time for a new cat in the house … and… Read More 8. mister charlie.
I found a cool old bow tie at the Pittsburgh Vintage Mixer this morning. I had tamales for lunch. We bought our first East End Brewing crowlers. Oh. We adopted a cat. There will be pix and stuff when we bring him home tomorrow.
This photograph was enough to convince Mrs. Crappy and me to drive from Butler to the Humane Society shelter in Indiana County on Thanksgiving weekend in 2000, with the notion that we’d have a cat in our home for the first time since Cash died a year before. And as it turned out, that one… Read More fourteen years.
My blog is snowing. That means it’s December. This is post No. 27. That means I didn’t quite complete NaBloPoMo. Given that I was near death for the entire last week, I’m OK with that. In the last month, I’ve re-learned a little bit about balance — finding time to take care of stuff at… Read More 27. not quite.
Visitors make life unpleasant for Miles, who is completely relaxed with us but pretty high-strung around nearly anyone else. He knows my parents, which helps. Some. But it took him much of the evening to decide it was OK to come up out of the basement, and even then he wouldn’t join me on the… Read More 9. the best gift ever.
Normally, tradition dictates that on my birthday I would post a single picture of an Ohio State football player whose jersey number reveals my rapidly advancing age. But this morning, I had such an incredible beginning to start of my new age that I’m going to alter tradition a bit. Miles was trying to get… Read More an illustrious start.
Uncle Crappy 