Cedarburg, WI

I had a miserable night last night.  I started out with a little headache and I’d hoped that it would go away while I slept.  Nope.  It was one of those nights where the pain pooled in the crevices and hollows of my skull like liquid acid.  Rolling from one side to the other only caused the pain to slosh across fresh, tender brain matter where the acid gnawed its way into the brain and bones on the other side.  I got up sometime during the night and took some aspirin and got a warmie for my neck.  I should have gotten something to eat while I was up… I know better…. When I have one of those headaches I usually have some kind of blood sugar issue going on.  My Grandma used to call them ‘Sick Headaches’.  Getting her food and/or sleep schedule thrown off would bring on a ‘Sick Headache’.  I lucked out and didn’t have a major headache today too…. just a little off and on ache… hungry and then not hungry. I’ve had worse.

Brian, a fan of architecture, wanted to see some of the Frank Lloyd Wright houses today. I’m not a huge fan of FLW…. actually, I dislike FLW houses….. I think they’re uncomfortable, ugly and overly impressed with themselves… but Brian likes them.  I knew that Boo wasn’t welcome on any of the FLW tours so Mom and I agreed that one of us would go with Brian and one would stay in the car with Boo.  Since I was tired anyway, I said I’d be happy to stay in the car and Boo and I would read…. maybe take a walk around the grounds.  At Wingspread there was supposed to be a walkway out to a lighthouse or something…. it was on their map in the parking lot. Yeah… no… no walking on the grounds.  Gods forbid we walk around unchaperoned.  Boo and I got sent back to the front parking lot.  The lady, very politely, told us if we wanted to walk we could walk back up the driveway.  Oooookkaay.  Boo and I sat in the car and waited for Mom and Brian to return.  Boo and I remain unimpressed with Frank Lloyd Wright and his leaky houses.

After the FLW tour we headed to the historic town of Cedarburg, WI.  We’ll be going back again this weekend for their Fall Festival, but I figured that the town would be crowed this weekend and if we wanted to see the shops, we should go during the week. It’s a pretty little town.  Lots of old building and interesting shops, but living in the RV has really dampened my shopping abilities for the moment.  I don’t have anywhere to store anything that I buy and since the new house isn’t even built, I don’t know where anything would go anyway.  I did want to check out Amy’s Candy Kitchen though.  I’d read drool worthy reviews of the gourmet candy apples and just had to sample them for myself.

Yup…. heaven on a stick!

We finished off our tour of Cedarburg with a visit to the last remaining covered bridge in Wisconsin.  I’ve got a thing for covered bridges.

We snapped a bunch of photos and then headed back to town for dinner.  

After dinner Mom and I ran into Piggly Wiggly for some groceries.  It was surprisingly civilized for a place called ‘Piggly Wiggly.’



Because the world needs more cat pics

I had to take my cat MoJo to the vet this week for a dental cleaning. Thank god we don’t have human kids, the fur-babies dental work costs plenty!  213fbb6a-14d0-48fb-8d6c-33593e6996c1

MoJo is an older cat and apparently I am a terrible parent…. he had his teeth cleaned a year and a half ago, but needed them done again.

We have started going to a new vet recently…. the sweetest vet…. As politely as possible she told me that I really should be brushing MoJo’s teeth every day…. and Mayhem’s and Boo’s…. and shit! she doesn’t know about the two outdoor cats yet.  So she really doesn’t know what an awful parent I am. I can’t even begin to imagine trying to wrangle all the fur-babies and get their teeth brushed every day.

See why I don’t have human children?  Somebody would be calling Child Services on me all the time. They’d be roaming around the backyard in their pajamas with their teeth not brushed… Brian would have to be the one to remember to feed them too… No, no… I’m better off with the four-legged kids… they’re more self reliant.  And they can’t tell their therapist stories about me…

“Or, maybe, I could just bring him in every year and you could clean his teeth?”

The vet sighed.  Maybe she has realized what an awful parent she’s dealing with… “Or you could bring him in every year and we can clean his teeth.”

Yay!  I’m a bad parent, but I’m supporting local business!


MoJo decided to sing the whole way to the vet’s office.  Opera. So, I was punished for being a crappy mom… When I dropped him off he’d let out a melodramatic wail every time the vet tech would say anything…

me: MoJo’s here for his dental

MoJo: OOOoooowwww!

Vet Tech: Hi there, MoJo

MoJo: OOOOhhhhhoooooooowwwwwwaaaaaa!

me: He’s the first one you’re gonna knock out, huh?

Vet Tech: (pained smile) We’re gonna get him in right away.  You should be able to pick him up around 3:30.

MoJo: UUuuuuuggggghhhoooww

Vet Tech: Maybe earlier…. We’ll call you. Keep your phone turned on.

a77ceef5-4475-46b2-8aa2-4128ff02a338I got a phone call at 12:00 that MoJo would be ready to go home at two.

Of course it had started to snow by the time I went to pick him up so he wailed pitifully and melodramatically all the way home through the snow.  So helpful.

Also, I discovered this thing called Dream Scope, which is a wonderful way to waste three hours and make really cool pictures of your cats.  Because the world needs more cool cat pictures.

Journey to Enlightment


Click to buy on Fine Art America.com

I’ve recently started posting some of my photography to Fine Art America.  I was really trying to get my cousin to start posting her photography (she works near Yellowstone!), but she managed to convince me I needed to post mine too.

You can buy my photography as Wall Art (canvas, metal print, posters, prints), Greeting Cards, Throw Pillows or iPhone Cases.

‘Journey to Enlightenment’ was the first image that I knew I wanted share.

I took this photograph while Brian and I were on our honeymoon in Koh Samui, Thailand. Traveling was starting to wear on me by this point in our trip and I’d been a bit whiny that day.  (Poor Brian.) Climbing up the stairs to see the Big Buddah…. well, it was hard not to smile back at that serene face.