Friday, December 26, 2008

The Passed Around Owl

Ok, I gotta tell you - it stings a little. Every year on Christmas Eve I get relocated to a new home. This has been going on for 21 years, and I'm starting to feel just a little bit cheap. Passed around. Never cherished.

Every year I adjust to my new digs. I learned pretty quickly that if I want to be a socially contributing member of the family I'm with this year, I'll need to do so online.


I've never blogged before - typing can be kind of a bear with ceramic wings - but I'm going to give it a shot. My plan is to record the events of my year in blog form for posterity.

I've got a good feeling about this placement as, upon arriving in my new temporary home the youngest, Olivia, took a moment to introduce me to her owl collection. She has a freakin' collection! That's got to be a good sign!

L-R: OE, Tootsie Pop, Pink, Hoot, Pig and Soren

So stay with me for the year - if you like - it's as long as anyone ever lasts...