I am thankful

I am thankful for

My friends. When I moved to Colorado I thought there was no way I'd make friends as good as the ones I have in AZ. I thought, sure I'll have people to hang out with, but no one I would feel comfortable with enough to be around in in my pajamas talking about real stuff, hard stuff, life stuff. I was wrong. I have met a good solid handful of really great great friends and I feel even closer to the ones that remain in my home land.

My husband. He is a good man. He makes me laugh, really loud. He takes care of me and likes it when I take care of him. I have lots of nicknames for him. Boo, Boo Boo, Bunny, Sweetheart, Baby, Babe, Honey. He mostly calls me baby, my love & my dear. When we're in a group of people he sometimes calles me "Kathryn my dear." He's a good provider, the best. He works so hard and is so well respected. He smells really good too.

My Parents. I have a great mom who isn't afraid to smother me with affection and tell me how much she loves me and is proud of me. Most of the time I feel a bit unworthy of the praise, but I figure it's better to be over praised than under appreciated. Makes me feel good. In a very non "big head" sort of way. "My 2 Dads" are swell too.

My cats. I'm completely owning the fact that I'm blogging about my cats. They make me happy OK? Get over it. We are total cat people. Our girl cat Sara has Scott wrapped around her little paw fingers. He's going to kill me for posting this, but whatever. She sits on his lap like 99% of the time. If he's working from home she will sit there the whole day. When he gets up to do something he carries her with him through out the house. When we go upstairs to bed, he carries her up the stairs. They nuzzle each other then both look at me like "we're cute huh." They both know it makes me go nuts with joy. I go crazy for all three of our cats. Scott+Me+cats+bed=Pure bliss.

PS-Scott called in the middle of me writing this last part about him and Sara. I told him I was blogging about him. He asked what it was about and I told him I couldn't tell him. He said, well I hope it's something perverted. He'd love that. I'm a lady though, I don't talk about anything less than pure.