No denying I'm his kid

I am my fathers daughter. There is no denying it, not that I would, I mean I know I look like him, and according to my mom I have his sense of humor, and his love of sausage (both mom and my brother like bacon better). But every once in a while something else comes out of nowhere and smacks me in the face and goes hey this is just like dad too. Today was one of those days, I was just waiting for my Keurig to make me a cup of coffee and BAM right in the face, dad loved coffee, he drank it every morning, now mind you he had his black and I have creamer in mine but still there it is. For the longest time I didn't like coffee, I loved the smell of it but didn't like the taste of it. Then starting late last year I started drinking it every now and again while painting and it wasn't so bad, now it's a daily thing, almost like I can't function with out it, which I can and do go a day or so with out any. But still it is yet just another thing I have in common with my dad.

Old Man Kitty, and other fun stuff

I have always it seems since being married have had a knack for cleaning up my apartment before knowing I needed to. Mostly it was just when Richards dad unexpectedly would come over for some reason or another. Usually it was just to use the bathroom before heading back out to Wasilla. But it never failed I would clean up the apartment and then the phone would ring and it would be dad wanting to come over.  Other then that I always managed to clean it up and make it look good before we get a note on the door saying that the landlord was going to be coming in for the smoke detector test and fire extinguisher. Well it happened again, I just finished cleaning up the apartment yesterday and when I got back from getting wet food for Kramer there was a note on the door saying that the landlord would be by for the check and to see if there was any maintenance needs for the apartment.  The whole reason I cleaned was we have family coming up beginning of next month and on Sunday we are having some friends over for dinner and game night.

My poor Kramer kitty is starting to show his age. We have noticed for a bit now that he isn't making the jumps he used to make. I'm talking like easy jumps like from the floor to my lap when I'm sitting on the couch jumps. He is looking for steps to get to places, like to get into the dinning room window he gets onto the computer tower which sits on the floor, then onto the printer then walks onto the window ledge. It's not an all the time thing though so I'm thinking he is arthritic. I got him some hip and joint pills today and he will be started on them tonight when he gets his wet food I am hoping that they help him move better. I have had Kramer since February of 2002 so I have had him for 12 years now and he was 1 or 2 when I got him so he is 13-14 years old now. If the pills don't seem to help then I will take him into the vet and see what they have to say. I also know it's going to take a bit for the pills to kick in so I know not to expect to see a difference for a week or two.

The weather has been amazing here, so sunny and warm during the day, the only bad thing is because of all this nice weather my poor allergies are going nuts. We have hardly had any rain so far this spring. I think we are in for another scorcher of a summer and with lack of rain more of a risk for wild fires. We already have warning about burning.