Happy 2020! New Year, Same Me

This post is a little late and jumbled.  I totally forgot to post it last week!  I've added a few things to catch up.

My company let us go home at Noon on New Year's Eve.  I spent the afternoon taking a long nap with Blossom.

Balto and I rang in the New Year on the couch.  I was watching Friends on Netflix and Balto was alternating between sleeping and worrying about the constant explosions outside.  

New Year's Day, Mom and I went to visit her sister, Ruby.  I have no pictures to prove this to you; you'll just have to trust me.  The only pictures I have from New Year's Day are....

That's my Dad on his yellow Cub Cadet lawn mower.  I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard a lawn mower outside and looked out the window.  Sure enough, Dad.  

The dogs had fun playing in the warm sunshine.  Blossom had so much fun running around in circles and she didn't even fall down!   Blossom has always been one of the fastest running dogs we have ever seen.  She would take the sharpest corners and almost lie down on her side while she was turning.  We always said she was doing her "motorcycle".  She can't do her motorcycle anymore or she will fall down now.  I noticed she has recently changed the way she runs and raises both back legs at the same time....kind of like a bunny.  

The face Balto gave me while I was eating cereal on Thursday morning:

Over the past 5 or so weeks,  I have had an acne cyst on my face that would not go away.  I went to my dermatologist on Thursday and she said that I needed a shot of hydrocortisone in it or it might hang around for a year.  I took this picture right after my shot.  It actually looks a lot smaller than a few weeks ago.  The doctor said that while it was an acne cyst that was no longer inflamed, she had to call it a furuncle but it was probably really a carbuncle.  It sounds like she just made those words up on this spot but, according to the internet....it's a real diagnosis.  In that case, I got a shot in my furuncle.  Or, my carbuncle.  

Some good did come out of my cyst.  After a couple of weeks of being self conscious, I no longer cared what people thought.  

Here's a random picture of my Dad last night with "not their cat" sitting under the table beside him.  

Growing up (me), animals were NOT allowed in the house.  Heck, when this cat started coming around 2 1/2 years ago, it was not allowed in the house.  You see how things have changed.  

Dad wanted to go to Captain Steve's fish camp again.

For Christmas, Daniel bought a collar, with his own money, for the cat that is not their cat.

I'm sure the cat hates the collar but, luckily he doesn't have to wear it much (and never outside).  I just thought it was adorable that Daniel wanted to buy the cat a Christmas present.

Blossom is very interested in what Scott is eating (yogurt).

Daniel and Papa watching American Pickers.  Laura is always so happy.

Mom watching Wheel of Fortune.

Mom gets sidetracked a lot these days.  She was on her way somewhere and got stopped by the television.  Note:  "Not their cat" is inside the house watching TV with her.

I know exactly what you are thinking.  You are thinking "Julie sure does lead an exciting life".