Flipflops in the Rain

oh, yeah…
May 21, 2008, 4:31 pm
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…and i just found out i’m a horrible cat mom. my “fluffy” princess has gained half her body weight in the 11 months i’ve had her. whoops!

i’m now required to feed her less and to exercise her 15 minutes a day. i’m so buying a leash.

i take it back…

Pithy, you win. Early mornings blow.

5:05 a.m.: Cat threatens to cough up hairball on face. Works much better than an alarm clock.

5:45 a.m.: About to throw this Jimmy CD out the window. Need to update music collection.

5:46 a.m.: Realize I’m going 85 on the Beltway and still being tailgated.

6:02 a.m.: Realize I’m at work and I’ve been on autopilot for most of the morning.

6:03 a.m.: Co-worker greets me with, “We have a reeeeeallly angry customer.”

7:09 a.m.: Finished first cup of coffee. Need three more.

7:10 a.m.: How have I only been here an hour??

proper houseguest etiquette, according to my cat.
December 22, 2007, 9:33 pm
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1. waltz in like you own the place, particularly if another cat lives there.

2. immediately steal food, preferably from other cat.

3. immediately score treats, preferably treats belonging to other cat.

4. leave your scent on everything, especially other cat’s favorite nooks, crannies and catnip-infused toys.

5. hiss at other cat. earn extra points if other cat hides on top of refrigerator for the rest of the night.

6. cuddle up to humans, favoring other cat’s owner.

7. challenge other cat to staring contest, while also blocking his direct route to food dish.

8.  look pretty while performing all of the above in hopes that no one suspects a thing.


why do i always manage to get it in my teeny, tiny head that drinking wine when i’m tired will get me to sleep earlier? and why do i always think i have time for just one more itty, bitty glass? and why does this brilliant concept only come to me on work nights? (fingers crossed that all my customers have gone home for the holidays…)

other than my unfortunate decision to drink a bottle of my favorite wine tonight, this evening has shaped up much better than i originally expected. for one, i had the pleasure of talking to two of my best friends and my lil brother. for two, bizzi bear won’t leave my side. and for three, tomorrow’s thanksgiving eve (as well as boston eve) — the first thanksgiving away from my family and home. there will be much more wining (and in my case, prolly much more whining), many plates of mashed potatoes and plenty of opportunities for me to make an ass of myself.

so i raise my last glass of the night and toast to everything — yea for contentness.

(hmm…maybe now’s the time to make a resolution, as i feel much more inspired by the prospect of pumpkin pie than i usually do by a New Year’s Day hangover.)

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i had a good friend contact me today, concerned that whenever he heard from me, i seemed somewhat less-than-pleased with life, and that he sensed “the slightest twinge of regret” about my decision to jump ship and move across the country. the east-coast loving half of my psyche cringed….

it’s definitely time i explain myself.

i write when i’m upset. i write when i’m confused. i write when i really need to unleash my thoughts, as wild and erratic as they may be. i rarely write when i’m content and happy with the day-to-day events in my life. sadly, this means i write e-mails, letters, blog posts, thank you cards, graduation speeches, lullabies, etc., when i’m not completely 100 percent. and if you know me really well, you know i’m not one to keep things to myself. so, again — i unleash my problems to the world.

i don’t wanna be that girl. the whiny, bitchy, silently fuming snob standing in the corner, writing her own obituary while everyone else peacefully moves on with their day. And honestly, i’m not that girl. but sometimes, i really can’t hide my emotions. and when i can’t, i vent via paper/electronic submission form. once upon a time, it was just my diary (and my mother who secretly read my diary) who saw my inner demons. now, because it’s 2007 when everyone and their dad has a blog, all of my lucky readers get to see me for who i really am.

so i’m gonna lay it out there just this once — i am so glad i moved out here. the area, the people, the cat i adopted, the experience — all of it has helped me figure out what i truly want out of life (cheeeeeesy… sorry). but yes, there are times i doubt myself. i will never regret the choices i’ve made, and i refuse to let these choices define me (except for the decisions that make me happy!), but i will unfortunately show moments of weakness.

and i will show them here.

she’s not fat — she’s fluffy.
November 5, 2007, 9:12 pm
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This would be the lil fluffball who stole my heart five months ago. there’s a chance she’s spoiled rotten. and there’s a possibility this has led to a slight weight gain. but you wouldn’t tell a girl that the love of her life was a fatty now, would you? So from now on, when you talk about my baby, you will use the following words: beautiful, fluffy, adorable or purrrrrrrfect. Fat, chubby, huge and diet — not acceptable.

Thank you for your time. I hope we’re all clear.

lazy sunday
October 21, 2007, 2:52 pm
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sleep till noon thirty. throw on sweats. lie in bed all day. cuddle with the fluffball. catch up on my shows. possibly eat. possibly nap. possibly clean. ignore my cell phone. ignore time.

i’m glad myself and i have an unspoken rule about not doing anything productive on sundays.