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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

Buzz about...

Saturday, January 01, 2011

A new year is finally here...

and it's time to make my annual list of good intentions.  I don't call them resolutions because I have discovered that I always have good intentions, whether or not I actually keep to my resolutions.  Better to just call them good intentions to begin with - even though they supposedly pave the road to hell.  This year I intend to pray more and worry less.  Oh, and listen more and talk less.  That's always a good one and it usually lasts several months.  I intend to write more and read marginally less - that is a really difficult one.  I intend to look up more.  I have really good intentions about letting things go, too.  Another hard one.  And then there's trying hard to be truly kind - a daily struggle sometimes.
Goals are good intentions with a deadline.  My primary goal for this year is to finish the first draft of the mystery I'm writing and move one step closer to being published.  I'll let you know how that turns out.
And finally, I have to confess that I really don't like black-eyed peas anymore.  I have been eating them every year on New Year's Day for luck and well, they taste terrible no matter how you doctor them up and they haven't really brought me any good luck over the years anyway.  I have good intentions to resolve that my goal is to never eat them again.  So there.

1 comment:

  1. So you're not going to eat black eyed peas anymore. Good for you!

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