Michelle Wolfe

Michelle Wolfe from The MOOSE and Mike Maltaverne from the Bozeman Fire Department will be picking up Food Bank donations from area businesses on Friday to help 'Can the Griz'.

This is my cat. This is dirty hockey gear. This is my cat face down in dirty hockey gear. It's so weird that you don't know if you should shoo him away or just turn your head and leave him me. So gross.

It never fails. As soon as winter begins, I start daydreaming about gardens blooming and pots full of fragrant herbs on the front porch. However, we've got a ways to go before seeds should even be started. Didn't stop me from ordering a bunch of seeds for the upcoming season though!

When you're sick, I DO believe you get to do whatever makes you feel better. Sleep as much as you can. Eat whatever tastes good. Just drink a ton of water and stay your ass at home. Banish yourself with the following and you'll (hopefully) be back on your feet tomorrow.

I love cars. I love DRIVING cars. Automatic transmissions bore the hell out of me as a driver. WORKING ON cars is another matter.

Sure he's good looking, but this cat is positively capable of murder. Now I understand why people turn into crazy cat people: They have to document their animals for fear of becoming a gruesome headline.

Gardening is a hobby. A profession for some, but most of us just enjoy the simplicity of growing herbs, vegetables, flowers and other plants because we CAN.

I like to spend my dollars locally whenever possible but apparently that goes out the window on evenings when I'm pissed off. A ginormous box showed up on my doorstep today. Ahhhh, that's right. I ordered a bunch of stuff the other night...

I'm not sure if I am hyper loyal to certain brands or just comfortably obsessive. Either way, I'll show you my list if you show me yours. (Clearly, Aerial7 headphones make the list.)

Just when I'm starting to make friends with this worthless furbag and that he is now my responsibility, a package arrives. A square box, containing a late birthday present from my old college roommate.

Going to work as early as I do is bad enough. Getting in your car and noticing two huge bags of trash strewn all over the lawn is just plain, well, gross. Turns out one of the animal-rummaged bags wasn't even ours.

As I've discussed many times, gardening is therapy for me. With no training, classes or skill my only desire each day is to come home and look at my flowers. Whatever is blooming and it doesn't matter what kind.