Monday, August 25, 2008

Enough of this depressing shit

I have new neighbors.

They're furry. And they are furry babies (cheer)! And I had a part in their homecoming (yay)!

Recently, my neighbors, the OCDs, adopted 2 kittens from the animal shelter I volunteer at. The kittens were abandoned in a cardboard box in a small parking garage in downtown Laguna Beach. LB Animal Control to the rescue!

Unfortunately, I'm at work, and my camera is at home, so once again, my cell phone pics will have to suffice.

The OCDs chose the names Pablo (for the black male kitten) and Paloma (for the calico female kitten). I approved of the names immediately.

Pablo and Paloma came home to begin Living the Ladera Lifestyle in their new Restoration Hardware designed pad the weekend before this past one. Paloma didn't want to leave her crate; she was quite happy with her back to everyone facing the wall. Pablo was a little braver and stepped out of the crate to turn his nose up at his new surroundings. He was born in Laguna Beach, after all. (I think he forgot the cardboard box part.)

While the OCDs were away at a birthday party, I decided I was tired of Paloma's disinterest in the whole situation and dragged her out of the crate to face her new world. She wasn't thrilled, but eventually made herself at home next to her brother.

I'm new to the whole cat attitude. I see P&P everyday and they never greet me with wagging tails or a slurp on the cheek. If I'm lucky, they look up when I enter their room.

I'm usually not lucky.

However, despite not having received the unabashed affection I was hoping for, I think I'm making some progress with them. They haven't scratched me in the eye even once. And I swear, after devouring the tuna treats I brought over, Pablo burped out a thank you.

P.S. Yes, Pablo is an enormous kitten. He spends many an afternoon at Hometown Buffet.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Mood: Sad

I just saw the movie Vicky Christina Barcelona. Movies that don't seem to complete themselves always leave me feeling a little bit empty. When I see someone left longing for something, it makes me wonder what I am longing for. Was this the life I was meant to lead? Am I leading this life out of complacency? Or have I simply missed a couple doses of Cymbalta and have somehow floated into my inner dark depths which thankfully, are generally numbed by serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors. Maybe I just had too much time on my hands today. Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe depression has to sometimes rear its ugly head to remind you what you're really like. And thankful that everyday doesn't feel like this.

Friday, August 22, 2008

'Roid rage

I'm on the roids.

I woke up yesterday with my right eyelid so swollen I could barely open my eye. I went to the doc who told me that if it didn't get better in the next couple days, to take a round of 'roids. Needless to say, when it was just as bad this morning, I dove in to my steroid packet. I can't wait to have huge guns so I can kick some ass.

I am far too vain (vein?) to ever post a picture of my nasty, puffy eye, so let's just pretend it looks as lovely as this, shall we?

Friday, August 15, 2008

I do not like poodles

Or so I thought.

Last weekend, we went over to our friend the Engineer's house (my first time there) in the illustrious city of Irvine. After ooohing and ahhhing at the Engineer's remodel, something ran up to me and put its paws on my legs.

I was immediately introduced by the Engineer's snarky 8-year old daughter (it's as if she was a mini-me!) to Scootie, master of the Engineer's family. When I knelt down to greet Scootie, I was immediately lavished with kisses. Brunette Mini-me informed me that I could pick him up, and when I did, I was smothered with even more little kisses (from Scootie, not the Engineer's daughter). Not being used to dog kisses that don't smell like rotting fish, I was delighted by this state of unabashed affection from my new friend.

I quickly ignored all the adults at the BBQ and ran outside with Mimi-me to play with Scootie. Here are some pics from my fabby cell cam.

I did at some point pay attention to the adults at the party, but my true focus was always on my new friend Scootie. It took great restraint not to give Scootie a bite or two of Mr. FGD's delicious red velvet from scratch cake.

So much for hating poodles.

I just realized this post might explain why I have better relationships with dogs than I do people.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I'm taking a break from blogging...

in order to focus on my newly discovered patriotism.

(photo from

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

My married age is 17

[X] You know how to make a pot of coffee
[X] You keep track of dates using a calendar
[X] You own more than one credit card

[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car
[X] you've done your own laundry
[X] You vote in every election
[ ] You can cook for yourself
[ ] You think politics are exciting

[ ] You show up for school late a lot
[ ] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse/pocket
[X] You've never gotten a detention (does jail count?)
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once
[ ] You like to take walks by yourself
[X] You know what credibility means, without looking it up
[X] You drink caffeine at least once a week

[ ] You know how to do the dishes
[ ] You can count to 10 in another language
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you do it
[ ] You can mow the lawn
[X] You study when you have to
[ ] You have hand washed a car before

[X] You can spell experience, without looking it up
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name
[X] Your favorite kind of food is take out
[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine
[ ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[ ] You don't understand political jokes the first time they are said
[X] You can type pretty quick

[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party
[X] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay
[X] You have been to the beach
[X] You use the internet every day
[X] You have been outside of the united states 3 or more times
[ ] You make your own bed every morning

[ ] You are a philosopher
[ ] You would change places with someone else
[X] You have or wish you had a sister
[ ] You have a child with autism
[ ] You can only change yourself
[ ] You want to get off this 'not-so-merry-go-round'
[ ] You wish you could change your life
[ ] You are a photographer
[ ] You have a birthmark

So apparently Warren Jeffs is my husband.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Baby Rover

As mentioned previously, there's a new dog mobile in town. I'm very excited because it doesn't yet smell like a dog mobile. I'm not sure how long this will last, but it turns out new-car-smell trumps dog-mobile smell.

Anyway, it's no Range Rover, or even an LR3, but I'm very happy with the little LR2. It's actually a little smaller than the last dog mobile, but it's definitely just a little bit nicer.

Enough of my cheesy smile. Time to add some dog fur.

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