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Another parcel from Jo!

Yesterday as I was getting ready to walk over to the hospital, a Canada Post guy showed up at my door with a parcel from Jo! I opened it when I got home last night and it was so much fun digging out all the treasures she found for me. I would like to wring her neck for sending it air, as I can see from the stickers on the box what she paid (grrrrrr). The box included a TON of fabrics, a bunch of thrifted trinkets, some wind sock type things (lampshades actually) for the backyard, and some magazines. WOHOO!!! THANKS JO!!!

And somehow I managed to spend $55 at a gift shop in the hospital on a queen sized cotton bed cover in a fabulous teal. I blame my sister - she insisted I buy it.



For the next little while I may not be able to spend much time on the blog. There's a bit of a family crisis going on that has us all in a state of shock. My twin sister Julia's husband Pablo has been sick for quite some time and test after test had shown nothing was wrong. Until this past Thursday. An MRI of his head and neck showed a large brain tumour. And a second MRI taken yesterday showed it's actually worse than they initially thought and is likely malignant. He is going in for surgery on Tuesday. (She has posted about all this on her blog the boo and the boy). I thought I'd post this now because if anyone reading this can say a little prayer for Pablo we'd appreciate it. And we ain't religious. P.S. They have 2 little kids - making this extra hard.

***UPDATE: Seems the cancellation that allowed Pablo a spot for his surgery Tuesday is now likely not cancelled so Pablo's surgery is bumped to Wednesday (this will be confirmed Tuesday morning).

***UPDATE #2 - It's now Tuesday night and rumour has it the surgery is NEXT MONDAY (26th), for f*ck sakes.


Cat #7 - Edgar

I first met Edgar last summer. He was this fluffy grey blob I would catch glimpses of hanging out on the side of my shed. I think he was living in an overturned garbage can. He was absolutely terrified of me. I started leaving bowls of food out for him by the shed and I'd run back in the house and peek through the living room window to see if he'd eat. I had to make sure he didn't see me or he'd get this look of terror on his face and go darting back behind the shed.

The day after I had to have Seymour, one of my strays, put down (I had hoped to find him a home as he turned out to be such a good natured cat, but he tested very positive for FIV), I was a complete wreck. All of a sudden Edgar appeared on the deck in my back yard. When I went to the door he didn't run away. I slowly and quietly went outside and sat down on the deck and stuck my hand out. After only a few minutes, he came over and wanted me to pet him.

I had a complete meltdown right there on the deck. I eventually went inside and Edgar spent the rest of the day sitting at my back door staring at me while I sat at my desk.

More meltdowns ensued. FOAP agreed to help again, and a couple of nights before his first vet visit (this was now October) the temperature was to drop to below 0 so Berni at FOAP suggested I bring him in for the night. I locked him in my bathroom and spent alot of time with him where he'd run over and curl up right in my lap.

However he did not enjoy AT ALL being stuck in there so in the middle of the night I got up, built him a little shelter outside, and let him out. He ended up sleeping in the shelter. Once at the vets I learned he had no fatal diseases or anything to really worry about, and that he was already neutered, about 9-13 years old, and was on the verge of emaciation (you could feel every bone in his spine). He is now a very healthy weight and LOVES food. I was not planning on keeping him because frankly, I am overloaded with cats in my tiny house, but him and I have grown very attached to each other, and I think I'd like him to live out the rest of his days here with me.

I thought this would have been the end of my cat series here on "kim's page", but seeing that my fiancé is moving in next month, it appears there will be 2 more cats coming on board. GAWD HELP US. So stay tuned for posts about cat #8 (Domino) and cat #9 (Inky) - who are actually both FOAP cats that Jeff has been fostering.


The fun part of wedding planning

I never wear dresses. I never really go anywhere where a dress would be appropriate, and well, this is the arctic and I'm always cold so I tend to stay away from them. Despite the fact that the only dresses I own are ones I bought to wear at weddings. But now that I'm having my own wedding, I'm really excited to find the perfect dress. I've been devouring Etsy all week looking at potential wedding dresses and have found 4 that I really like. I want something not too fussy and on the short side since it will be a very casual affair and we'll be standing around in grass the whole time. Let me know what you think!

Your Fairy Tale Wedding
holly stadler


A new chapter

For those who don't know, I've been dating Jeff for quite a while now...we argue about how long it's been. Jeff says 8 years and I say this summer will be 10. We've talked about moving back in together (we lived in 4 different places together, the last of which was a home we owned together) and about getting married. Well, on Saturday we thought we'd go check out rings at an antique market and sure enough yesterday I came home with one.

I LOVE it - very deco in style and I love that's it unique. So it seems Jeff and I are officially FINALLY engaged and we are thinking about having a small casual wedding (perhaps a BBQ in my parents backyard this summer). Frankly big weddings scare me. Along with wedding plans, there will also be some more renovation projects around my house, and some will have to happen ASAP if Jeff and his 2 cats are going to fit in here. Yes folks, there will be NINE cats in this house. So stay tuned for lots of happenings over the next several months.