A new chapter

My darling friend is moving away from me and I am having so many emotions. Some that I am not truly even letting myself feel. But I wake up in the middle of the night crying from dreams of her going. I am so deeply happy for her. This will be a wonderful experience for her. A way for her to start fresh and let go of things that have been holding her down and keeping her from reaching her potential. I am just a selfish person who can't imagine my life without this friend who has come to be such an embedded part of my heart. I have always despised change. It takes things away from me that I love.
Good luck on your journey my dear and remember I will always be here for you.

P.S. I gave it to the dandelion for a bit.

Sad News

Our dear little kitty has run away. We are all very sad about this. Harlee still goes around the house calling for him. I keep praying he will come back, but with no collar and his great little personality I'm sure someone had no problem taking him in. It has been a sad two days in the Collier household. :(

What the Hair!!!

She is adorable, but boy does she have some CRAZY hair!!

Kitty Kitty Meow

About 2 weeks ago my neighbor knocked on my door. I opened it to find her standing there with a kitten in her arms. She found it at the bus stop and was wondering if I wanted it. Well, I didn't but by that time Harlee had seen it and was playing with it so I told her I would just put it outside when Harlee was done. So I put it outside a short time later and about an hour later I checked to see if it was gone. It was, until I closed the door then it ran up to the window. I let it in again and put it out again a little while later. This happened about 3 or 4 times until I just resigned myself to the fact that we had been adopted. We didn't name the thing because I kept telling Jeremy we were not keeping it, but i also couldn't bring myself to just drop the poor thing off somewhere. It was already potty trained so i am thinking that maybe someone already did the drop and run to it. So anyway, we now have a cat. We just call it kitty kitty meow because that is what Harlee runs around calling him. Harlee and Kitty really like each other. She has her fair share of scratches, but just from him being playful. He let's Harlee pick him up and carry him around everywhere. They chase each other through the house and even take naps together. So here are some pictures of Harlee and Kitty's adventures.

The other day I was looking for my phone and couldn't find it anywhere. I knew where I had it lost but it was not there. So I was sure I was going crazy. Well, I called it and called it. I could hear it vibrating so I was crawling all over the house on my hands and knees trying to find the stupid little thing. I finally narrowed it down to Harlee's bedroom closet but still couldn't quite pin point where it was. Then I found it! Yucked nicely into her cute little toy. Needless to we have to keep remotes, phones and any other small object that we need away form our daughter. We can't even watch movies because our remote is long gone. Anyway, here is a pic of my phone in it's little hiding place.

Need I say more...

My morning of DREAD!

It has been so long since I blogged. I was feeling very uninspired and then I was looking through my pictures and realized I have a ton of pictures I could blog about. However, I will be out of town for a bit and unable to access my pictures so I won't get it all done as soon as I would like but I will get it done. Tonight I wanted to show a picture of my doll. Yes I have a doll. Her name is Little Miss Drowsy Beans and I have had her sine I was 3 years old. In that time she has held up surprisingly well considering she was always my "comfort object". As I've grown up she has gradually found her way to the shelf and often times little people want to play with her but she has been dubbed off limits. That is, until Harlee showed up. I automatically wanted my little doll to be an available comfort for my darling baby girl. So She now sits with all of Harlee's dolls and stuffed animals on their allocated shelf. This shelf is different that the aforementioned "shelf" in that it's purpose is to keep Harlees toys organized, not kept away from her. Anyway, generally each night before bed she will choose a baby or animal form that shelf to sleep with her for the night. Last night she chose Drowsy Beans and so I tucked them both lovingly into bed. This morning, I heard Jeremy get home and the next thing I was aware of was the bath water on. Harlee had achieved another one of her massive blow outs and Jeremy had promptly thrown her into the tub to get clean. (I know, He's great!!) I got up and got my contacts in and sat with Harlee while she finished her bath and Jeremy took care of the rest of the mess. Minutes later Jeremy walked into the bathroom holding my precious, OLD doll my the head saying, "It got on Drowsy beans". I could tell he was worried about my reaction. I cried, "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!" and then we both busted up laughing. Yes I was horrified to see her little pink outfit spotted with nastiness, but it was kind of also funny. Now here is the catch to this story. Like any good comfort object I don't think my doll has ever been washed in it's life. I'm not sure if my mom threw her in the wash when I was little but I have never done it myself for fear that she would fall apart. So as she sat soaking in a sink of water I realized this was the time. And I had to come to terms with the fact that she HAD to be washed and it may be the end to my beloved doll. *sniff sniff* So, I put her in the wash, (with the comforter from Harlee's bed that had already been washed. But I couldn't stand the thought of her just banging around in there with no cushion, *sniff sniff*) put on the gentle cycle, added soap, and closed the door on the poor little thing. I immediately called my mom to relay the news and although she sympathised with my plight, she also laughed. She told me to call her and let her know how things turned out, meaning let her know if Drowsy Beans DIED or not! And a few more giggles form her. So a while later, with heart pounding I went to the laundry room and took a deep breath steeling myself for the image of a little deflated, torn apart body. As I opened the lid, there she sat. Still tucked in nicely by the blanket and looking cleaner than I can ever remember her looking. The front material looks a bit worn and it may be time to put her back on the "Do not touch" shelf, but i am happy to announce she survived!! Mom was very happy about it too. So this is the picture of her looking so fresh and clean. I didn't think to take a picture before, because really, who wants to see some poo covered doll. Yuck! But trust me when I say she is looking good! Ha ha.
P.S. Thanks to all who stuck around and actually read this story. I Know it was a long one.