Running Chick

Look what FedEx dropped off yesterday - a box of goodies from Larabar! A week or so ago I entered a give-away over at Megan’s blog and lo and behold I won. I never win anything, so I was beyond thrilled. In the box were 16 coconut cream pie Larabars, a water bottle, a bandana and a super-cute t-shirt.

I've had a few of the other flavors, but I haven't had coconut cream pie until now. Hooboy, is it ever good. Sweet and coconutty (is that even a word? probably not, oh well), I had to check the ingredients to make sure I was actually eating something healthy, and I was.  The only thing in this bar are dates, unsweetened coconut, almonds, cashews, and extra virgin coconut oil. That's it. I'll take this bar over a Milky Way any day. Even a Dark Chocolate Milky Way.

The other thing I like about Larabars is that none of their non-peanut flavors have peanuts in them. Being allergic, this is a big score for me because it seems like I can never find a fruit and nut bar that doesn't have peanuts in it. What a serious pain in the butt that is, especially on road trips.

A final bonus is that the company is always coming out with new yummy flavors (carrot cake!), so there’s always something new to try.

My biggest challenge now is to stop myself from eating the entire box of bars in one day. On second thought, maybe it’ll be keeping them away from Josh. Hmm, I think I need to go find a good hiding spot.

Josh is out of town this week visiting his family in Georgia and I’m baby kitty sitting this one:

This is Scout, she belongs to Josh. She’s about 6 years old, the shape of a football and the epitome of a typical aloof cat.  She doesn’t mind being in the same room with you, but don’t bother trying to share a couch with her. She’ll tolerate you petting or holding her for approximately 8 seconds before she turns into a squirming, complaining ball of fur. Precocious.

The first thing she did was eat all of Spencer’s food.

Then she traipsed around on the kitchen counters.

And when Spencer tried to make friends with her

She waved her claws at him.

Spencer: *sigh*

She does tolerate me chasing her around with the camera much better than Spencer does.

So, I guess she's got that going for her.

I got a card from the folks at the Copper Country Vet Clinic the other day and they included this poem that was a poignant reminder of the little black kitten that I found on the side of the road all those years ago.

I Loved You Best

I will go on, I'll find the strength,
life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave,
share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,
but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,
will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,
the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.
And as you journey to your final rest,
take with you this...I loved you best.