Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 135) ATTACK!

Murray loves corn (video). And I know it’s bad for him so we don’t let him have it anymore. But he tries. Oh boy does he ever try. Yesterday we were all sitting around eating some corn on the cob when I was accosted. Can you make out the blurry paw? Yeah, that’s him smacking my corn. Freak.

Toby tried getting a shot of us (briefly!) sharing it—you know, Lady and the Tramp style—but it’s way, way too blurry. So, this is all I got.

P.S. I am ready to come back, people! More this week for sure. I hope there are still people out there. :]

Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 133)

Murray enjoys sleeping on top of the cable box because it’s warm. And while I realize that he’s probably going to eventually burn the thing out, I just don’t have the heart half the time to disturb him. I mean, check this out?

Oh yes, he is actually sound asleep. Here’s a closer view.

I have no idea how this is considered comfortable, but who am I to judge?

Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 129) Murray Scares Emory. A Video.

Emory and Murray have become even closer, something I didn’t think was possible. Yet. Here we are. I am often too late at filming their interactions because I’m usually too busy enjoying them to run for the camera—I don’t want to miss anything! But I’m trying to have it more handy. We’ll see!

Anyway, here’s a short video that might give you an idea of how much Murray actually plays with Emory—toys with him. I hope you enjoy it!

I love how nonchalant Murray is at first. And then he hides as if he’s scared and then BAM! It’s an all out run! Every time Emory watches this back he cackles.

Kids + animals = world of awesome.

Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 128) A New Diet.

We got a new Kodak HD Zi8 so I decided to give it a try today. In typical Michele fashion, I haven’t read the directions and probably won’t. But I reckon I’ll figure out how to use it eventually. Anyway, here’s a short (uneventful) video of how Emory often feeds Murray (and others) at dinner time. Bon appetite!

In other news, forgive me for not updating YET AGAIN I got bitten by the inspiration bee recently and have been busying myself to try and get this new adventure up and running. Rest assured, once it’s complete (any day now!) mihow.com will be the first to know. Yay, projects! Yay, inspiration! Boo, lack of updates. Boo, me. More soon! I promise!

Worst Blogger Ever.

It’s no wonder I’m never nominated for any blog awards or why I’m never asked to do any talks or invited to any big conferences. I can’t even keep up with my own blog let alone what’s going on out there. If it weren’t for Murray, I probably wouldn’t even realize how much time goes by between posts. But you skip one Murray post and the emails start flooding in.

You shall not miss a Murray post, Michele. HOW DARE YOU!

I skipped Mom It Down, too. But my baking friends don’t care. It’s you crazy cat lovers, you’re the ones that remind me of what I started here. And I do so love you all.

Let’s see, though… where have I been?


We had a long weekend, so we went to Atlantic City for a night while my folks watched Emory. You might be asking, “Why Atlantic City?” We asked ourselves that too. Because neither one of us are gamblers. I gamble once a decade. And since I’ve only been above the age of 21 for two decades, I’ve been twice. OK, that’s a lie. Three times. I’ve been gambling three times.

But on Saturday we played Craps. We played Craps for five hours. We played Craps for five hours on 30 bucks. I know! That’s apparently pretty damn good. I haven’t the slightest idea if that’s true or not. Considering at one point we were up about 500 bucks, it doesn’t feel all that good. We should have walked away at that point. But we were having so much fun!

At 1 AM we finally left the table with the money we started with minus 30 bucks and headed out for some late night grilled cheese. So, I got gambling out of my system. I’ll see a casino again sometime in my 40s.


Also! A couple of months ago, I was given the role of Community Manager over on the Dooce Community. It’s been great, but it is time-consuming. I write over there a great deal. So, if you miss me here for some inexplicable reason, you should stop by there. I tend to have a big mouth over there.


I’ve had the pleasure of seeing S. She’s now in rehab and almost completely… complete. :] I’m amazed and inspired by her strength and recovery. Originally, I found myself asking, How did this happen to her? She’s so healthy! And then I realized something: if it happened to anyone else? They probably wouldn’t be here to tell me about it.

Naturally, if I could, I would undo her having to go through this at all, but she is so strong and I’m just so pleased that she’s going to be OK.

Thanks to you all again for the stories and kind words.


The saving grace this February has been the Olympics. And y’all know how I feel about February. Oh my sweet Jesus, I do so love the Olympics. We’ve been glued to the TV and my son is now obsessed with snowboarding and skiing; we’ll likely be visiting a mountain or two in our future. Snowboarding has damn near knocked gymnastics out entirely.

Then Curling showed up and I publicly ridiculed it on Twitter:

That started a Twitter conversation between a couple of other women I follow.

Then, finally:

I know. Not very nice. What did Curling ever do to me? Nothing. It’s just weird. But! Get this! Three hours later? I fell in love with it. Like, I’m TOTALLY into this sport now and simply must play—drunk or not.

The Olympics are awesome even if they’re taking place in Canada*. And the emotions I’m experiencing have me totally psyched for this year’s World Cup. Go World!

Anyway. That’s it in a nutshell. Again: I’m sorry I missed yet another Murray post. I will make sure to have one next week. And I’m sorry I didn’t post this week’s Mom It Down. It’s a good one! I think. Super healthy. I will post it next week.

Curing, dudes. Curling.


*I’m kidding**.

**OR AM I?