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The other week, I was reading something on People Pets, when I came across an article about super cute and eco-friendly cat toys from Casbah Kitten (fret not dog owners, they also make dog toys). Since Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching (and Zoey kept eating her other toys) I thought I’d buy a couple of the cute little guys for the fur butts. I do have to admit that it took me forever to decide on a few because they were so adorable. I ended up choosing the Supa Kitteh, the Chickadee Fatberd, and some colorful Jeally Beans.
The second I took these guys out of the box, the cats went crazy. They LOVED their new toys – which made me very happy because you never know how your pets will react to new toys. Both Fado and Zoey played with them for a decent amount of time, even though Zoey’s been playing with them more.
I just hope they don’t destroy them too fast because they are fun to look at. And I will definitely be ordering more for them in the future!
*Images courtesy of Casbah Kitten
Hello lovelies! Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve last posted. Sorry about that. Things have been a little hectic. Last week there was some serious work-related drama that put me in a less than stellar mood. Things have smoothed over, but still, last week was sucky.
I know you are all dying to know what my Snuggie looked like during the pub crawl. Well, JD and I went Jersey Shore on those bitches, and I am very confident to say I think that we had the best looking Snuggies by far. We were slightly hungover that day from too much late night partying with friends, but we managed to still have a good time. The best part of the night was when strangers came up to me and tried to read Poughkeepsie out loud. Hilarious!
I have to say, our Super Bowl Party was quite the success. We had an amazing spread of goodies to choose from that included homemade humus, sliders, crawfish and shrimp, buffalo chicken dip, mini meatball subs, chicken tenders, taquitos, taco cups, chips, cheese and crackers. We seriously had so much food that it barely fit on the table. Since about 20 people showed up, we had to do some serious rearranging to fit everyone into the condo. We ended up rearranging our living room and bringing our futon down from the guest room, which makes the living room look more open and gives us a ton more seating. We also set up a TV on our bar that is in the dining room so people had options on where they wanted to hang out to watch the game. It was so much fun – one of kegs ended up getting floated (it was a small one that we’d had for a bit) and beer pong was set up in the dining room.
We had quite the snow storm for Atlanta on Friday. I think we ended up with 3-4 inches – I know that’s not a lot for most of you, but it’s quite the ordeal here. Since the snow was seriously coming down, we got to leave work early. Unfortunately, since the rest of Atlanta got out early as well, it took me almost an hour and a half to get home (I only live 10 miles from the office). Major suckage. But everything was so pretty when it was covered with snow, and I am sad to see it melted away already.
And of course nothing will stop Fado from going outside, not even the snow. He’s such a brave little guy!
T and I had planned to go to Savannah for a nice romantic Valentine’s Day weekend trip, but the work drama and snow poo-pooed on our plans. Luckily the B&B we were going to stay in was nice enough to let us cancel at the last minute without charging us a fee. We will definitely be staying there when we finally take this trip, and I seriously think we aren’t meant to ever take it because something always pops up and causes us to postpone – ankle sprains, weddings, work issues, weather. You name it, it’s stopped us. Sigh…
Our Valentine’s Day was pretty unproductive. We lazed around the house watching True Life marathons and made a nice dinner. What did we make? Well, be prepared to drool – crab stuffed lobster tails, bacon wrapped scallops, mushroom bruschetta, and a salad with dried cranberries, cherries, nuts and blue cheese. It was amazing! We meant to take some pictures of it, but we went a little fat kid and ate the whole thing without snapping any images…oh well. This coming Saturday, we will go see the DaVinci Exhibit at the High Museum of Art and go out for a nice dinner before meeting up with friends for a birthday celebration. Who says lovey dovey activities can only take place on February 14th? 😉
The other day I was at Wally World buying some additional Christmas lights, when I stopped in the pet aisle to get some litter. While I was there, I found myself drifting toward the cat toys. Since the kitties are my babies, I decided to get them a little early Christmas present. I ended up finding this colorful 12-pack of mini mice named Kitty Frenzy. I thought they’d be something that the cats would have fun playing with, so I bought them.
When I got home, I showed Zoey the package, let her sniff it, and she went crazy. So I took one out and tossed it at her, and she went ape shit. She batted, flung, chased and carried that little mouse all over the place. She’s not as playful as she was when I first got her 4 years ago, so it was great to see her acting like a kitten again.
And then I realized that she was eating the damn things! That first night, she literally devoured about 2-3 of them. She chews the tails off, then gnaws on them until they split open. Then she’ll either keep playing with the empty casing or try to eat that too. She is a fat kid at heart. I really hope they aren’t poisonous – the package says they contain catnip. Fado’s batted it around a few times, but he’s nowhere near as enthusiastic about the mice as Zoey is.
For your viewing pleasure, here are some videos of Zoey going crazy for the mouse crack.
I thought this month’s topic for the Blogger Carnival was interesting, so I decided to participate. As I was trying to decide what I “can’t live without,” I realized that I have categories of items I couldn’t image being on this earth without. So instead of just one important item, I will share with you a series of things that are pretty damn important to me.
I can’t live without:
1. My family – I don’t mean to brag, but I have the most awesome family on the planet. I get along really well with both my parents. For the most part, I always have (minus some tumultuous teenage years where Dad and I butted heads). But now that I’m grown, I can appreciate their company so much more. I really enjoy spending time with them (and their friends), and we often will spend evenings together hanging out. I also have an awesome sister. Little S is one of my best friends, and we have always been close. Growing up, we did so many things together and to this day, still do. We hang out with each other’s friends – it’s great! She is also my working out motivator – she gets my ass up and moving! My husband, T. Even though he drives me bat shit crazy sometimes, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. In our 10 years together, we have gone through so many things, and he is my rock when I need a shoulder to cry on. Love you guys!
2. A good pair of jeans – You can’t live your life without a great pair of jeans. They can make or break any look you are going for. I am a huge fan of any dark wash that can be worn with flats, heels, flops or boots.
3. My cats – Even though they can annoy the living day lights out of me some mornings when they wake me up before my alarm goes off, I can’t imagine my life without them. They have been a part of my “family” for nearly 4 years. There is nothing sweeter then sitting on the couch or laying in bed and having a happy kitty curled up next to you, purring.
4. Chapstick – I know I have written about this before, but I am obsessed and addicted to Chapstick. I can not go anywhere without it. I’m not even kidding! If I forget it at home, I will stop at a store and buy another one. I hate the look and feeling of chapped lips. Plus, I have naturally red lips, so I don’t need to wear lipstick. Chapstick is pretty much all I ever wear.
5. Good food – I consider myself a foodie. I love to cook and enjoy experimenting with new recipes. I also enjoy going to new restaurants and branching out to sample new types of cuisine. Life is too short to not know how to cook or be afraid to try new edibles. Life is also too short to restrict yourself and diet constantly. Food is out there for us to enjoy, and enjoy it I will – even if it means I have a few extra pounds to carry around with me. 🙂
So, there you have it. My top 5 things I can’t live without.
What is something you can’t live without?
Today has started out kind of meh. Well, it began last night. I tried to go to bed around 11:30 because I was super tired. I got ready and laid in bed to watch TV. I drifted off to sleep. Then I woke up when T came in to get ready for bed. Since he’d gone to the gym, he had to take a shower first.
He finally crawled into bed, and I began to doze back off. All of a sudden he popped up and got out of bed. Naturally, this woke me up…again. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he heard the cats shredding something in the guest room. He went to investigate and found Fado rifling through some papers, trying to shred them. He pried them free, removed Fado, and climbed back into bed. By this time, it was around 12:20. So much for my early night.
Around 3:00-something, I woke up because Zoey was sniffing my face. I’m not sure what her deal is, but she likes to hop onto the bed, right by my pillow, and sniff or meow at me. At this point she was just sitting and sniffing, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Fast forward to about 6:30, an hour before my alarm is set to go off. Zoey returned to her spot by my face. This time she was meowing up a storm. She won’t just sit or lay there, she tries to climb onto my nightstand to bat things off. Or she pretends she’s a gymnast, and tries to get her fat ass onto our very skinny headboard and walk across it. This results in her sometimes falling onto your head or pillow. Let me tell you, it’s awesome when she does that!
Naturally, I pushed her off so I could go back to sleep. Well, she came back for a third time. This meant war. I scooped her little fat self up and deposited her into the hallway. I think she stood there scratching at the door for a few minutes then left. I happily drifted back into dreamland. About 5 minutes later, Fado started getting restless – the commotion Zoey caused woke him up. So he started howling, beating at the blinds, just being his annoying self. I made T get up and dump Fado into the hallway as well.
Of course by the time my alarm went off, I felt like crap. I dragged my lethargic ass out of bed and crawled into the shower, hoping it would help me feel more alert. I had to shave, so I grabbed my shaving cream and sprayed it into my hand. All of a sudden, the foam exploded out of my hand.
What the fuck? I was so confused and couldn’t figure out what happened. I shook the can a little and sprayed again. This time something super cold and steamy came out. I jerked my hand away and held it under the hot water. Then it finally hit me – I’m not a morning person so I’m a little slow sometimes – I had just sprayed my hand with CO2 from inside the shaving cream can. And it was cold and stung. I don’t know what happened, and why the shaving cream wasn’t coming out, but it was stange. I sprayed a few more times (not at my hand) until I thought it was better, then tried again. That time shaving cream came out, but it was really fluffy looking (instead of gel-like). Luckily, the rest of my shower was uneventful.
Once I was done, I dried off and stepped out of the shower…and almost died. My right foot was partially on our little bathroom rug and partially on the tile floor and my left foot was still in the tub, and I started to slip. Luckily I caught myself on the towel bar, but I banged the shit out of my left shin bone on the side of the tub. I know it’s going to be a huge welty bruise, because it hurt standing up while I was getting ready.
All I want is a full night’s sleep, not to get burned from CO2 in my shaving cream can, and not to nearly break my leg getting out of the shower. Is that too much to ask?!?
To make me feel better, feel free to share your clumsy stories so I don’t feel like the only Bambi on new legs.
Thanks to all of you for the anniversary wishes! You are all too sweet! 🙂
Sidenote: Did any of you watch the Pound Puppies cartoons when you were little? If you did, do you remember how they would always yell “puppy power” before they did something crazy? That was such a cute show!
Anyway, yesterday T forwarded me this e-mail about a guy in Birmingham who has a bunch on lab-retriever puppies he can’t find a home for. They are so stinking cute! T and I have been talking about getting a dog once we move into a house, but when we saw the e-mail we debated whether or not we should try to adopt one of these little puppies now.
The thing is, I’m torn. I really want to go ahead and get a dog. But in 6 weeks we are going to Germany for 2 weeks, and I’m worried about leaving a new puppy behind. We’d either have to board it or have a friend puppy sit for us. Is it bad to be gone so long from a new dog?
My other concern is that we still live in the condo. I know it’s big enough to fit us, the cats and a puppy, but I worry that it’ll get tight once the little one grows up. I’m also hoping we’ll be moved into a house by that time. The good thing about our neighborhood now is that it’s very dog-friendly. We have a huge grassy quad behind us that we could go play in. We also have a little fenced in patio where we could let the puppy hang out while we keep an eye on it. There are also a lot of places you can walk a dog around the neighborhood.
The thing is, I’ve never had a dog. T had one when he was really young, but I’m sure he doesn’t remember all of the responsibility that went into taking care of a dog. My family has always had cats, who are very self-sufficient animals. All they need is some food, water and a liter box and they are set. I know having a dog takes a lot more effort and impacts your life in a huge way. There are scheduled times for walks and feedings. There needs to be training so the dog doesn’t run-a-muck in the house. It would need to be crate trained because I wouldn’t want it to chew up the house when we are gone. You can’t just come and go as you please when you own a dog like you can with a cat, but I am ok with that. I would be down for us being a little more settled down and not always the life of the party.
So, all of you dog owners out there, what are your thoughts? Do you have any advice for someone interested in getting their first-ever dog? What would you do if you were in our situation? 🙂
As you all may know, I have 2 crazy cats, Fado and Zoey. I love them dearly. My favorite thing about both of them is that they have such distinctive personalities. They will totally let you know when they want you do something for them.
Total tangent – On Saturday, T and I spent the whole day cleaning out our scary guest room. For the last 2.5 years, it has been a catch all for everything in the house we don’t have a place for. It seriously had gotten to the point of being so ridiculous, I was sort of embarrassed to go in there. About 5 hours and 5 boxes of Goodwill donations later, it looked like a real room! Just to give you an idea of how crazy it was – you could barely walk into the closet because there were so many boxes of T’s old clothes and my clothes that we never wore in there, as well as a ton of random crap just blocking up the small space. We seriously donated 48 old T-shirts from T and like 8 pairs of jeans. It was intense! I do want to brag about how lovely the room looks now, so here are some photos.
Our desks that were covered with so much junk they were unusable.
Our neatly organized closet – with space that can actually be used!
Anyway, while we were cleaning we came across some old shoe strings. For most people, shoe strings are not exciting, but for us they are. Why, you ask? Well, string is Fado’s absolute favorite thing to play with in the whole wide world. You should see how excited this little guy gets when he finds some string. It’s so cute! We’ve spent tons of money on little crinkle tunnels, feathers on a stick, and fuzzy toy mice, but nothing provides hours of entertainment for Fado like a plain old string. To keep them from ending up in the garbage, I tossed the stings into the hallway. Shortly after, we found Fado chewing on and playing with them. And so it started.
Fado’s favorite way to play with string is to have you sit in the middle of the room and drag it in circles around you. He will run after it and pounce on it relentlessly, for hours on end if you would keep dragging it around. It is a lot of fun, especially because you can see how much he enjoys his string time, but you do get tired. Occasionally he will get over zealous with his pouncing and claw you, and eventually you need to stop. Even though he doesn’t want you to.
Since we found 2 stings, one of them is in the spotless guestroom and the other is in the living room. When Fado wants to play, he will let you know. All day yesterday he would run up the stairs and sit in the guestroom by his string. If you walked anywhere near him, he would start to get up and make this funny chirping meow sound as if to say – “Yay, you’re coming to play with me.” It breaks my heart when he gets like this and I don’t have time to play with him since he is so eager to chase his toy.
Last night we played for about 10 minutes in the living room, then I went to sit on the couch with T to watch a movie. The entire time we watched, Fado would roll around on the ground next to the string and chirp, begging us to play with him. It’s really pretty funny to watch. Eventually he gave up and came and laid on the couch with us.
But his quest for the string never ends. This morning on my way out the door, I was greeted with a chirpy meow and this:
Fado eagerly waiting for someone to come and play with him.
I guess I owe someone some play time tonight. I bet he’s sat there most of the day, just waiting for someone to make the string move! 🙂
You know I love you, and you are my pretty kitty girl. But what the hell has gotten into you this week?!? You are acting like a possessed wild cat. All last night you were tearing through the house like a maniac. Back and forth. Up and down the stairs. You kept going to the back door and howling at it, and when I opened it to let you out, you kept running away. What gives?
You also refuse to sit on the couch with me or snuggle in bed, but this week you have decided to be a holy terror every morning, about 20 minutes before the alarm goes off. Your favorite move? Nearly jumping onto my head from the floor, then meowing loudly in my face. Sometimes you choose to swat things off of my nightstand, which really pisses me off. This morning I wanted to punt you because not only did you keep meowing in my face, but you scratched at the door when I locked you out, so I had to let you back in to enjoy my last 15 minutes of rest.
You need to cool it sister or you will be banished to some far corner of the house at night from now on.
Your tired and annoyed human mom
Dear Shit-tastic Drivers,
I know 8:45 is early, and we’d all much rather be snuggled up in bed asleep than on our way to work. But that is no excuse to drive like an idiot. In case you have forgotten…
Green means go and to make this happen, you need to push the pedal on the right.
If the posted speed limit is 40, it is not ok to drive 35 or even 25 miles an hour, in the left lane. If you want to drive like you are 95 years old, get in the right lane so I can go around you and get to work.
Girl in the black Mustang – You have no excuse for driving slow. You have a fast car. It should not take you 5 seconds to accelerate once the light turns green. Either step on it or trade your car in for a caddy, grandma!
Frustrated by all of the bad driving Bing
Dear Atlanta Weather,
What’s your deal Mother Nature and Old Man Winter? Do you enjoy toying with my emotions and my immune system? Why do you 2 always team up and throw the shitty weather on us over the weekend when we want to be out and about, doing things? We were in the 60s earlier this week! For the weekend, you are keeping us in the 40s and 50s, with lows in the 20s. Not cool. If you are going to be cold, you better give us some damn snow or just warm the hell up already.
Your not so happy camper
I’ve had this terrible sinus headache all week. My head feels like it’s in a vice, my teeth hurt from the pressure, and I get dizzy. This morning when I woke up, I was super dizzy. I tried to suck it up and get ready for work, but after my shower I still felt awful. Since I was feeling a little wobbly, I called in.
Every time I call in, I swear I have a minor panic attack. I feel so guilty, and I don’t know why. I have days that I can take off if I don’t feel well, but I still feel bad when I do that. I think part of the reason it’s so hard is because our office is so small. And I’m about to be gone for the holidays, even though the office will be closed.
At McHell, I would call in at the drop of a hat because I hated being there so much. But I like my job now, and don’t want to annoy my boss by taking time off right before the holidays. But at the same time, what’s the point in me being there, preforming at a half capacity? Or contaminating everyone else? I don’t have a lot of work to do anyway, just some reports, and I can do them from home.
Do you guys go through this inner battle when you have to call in? I always feel like I’m not sick enough, so I need to sound sicker when I call in. Or add onto the symptoms. Like today, I added that I had a slight temperature because I felt like a bad sinus headache just wasn’t enough. I hate that we have to feel guilty when we want to stay home because we don’t feel well. Stupid culture of work being so important!
nhjnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn – <——– Zoey was trying to help me write this post. Then she stepped on the power button and turned off my computer. She has a weird fascination with computers.
Fado is our cute, slinky little black kitty. He recently turned 3 years old, but still looks like a kitten. He barely pushes 10 pounds, and I often wonder if he will ever get bigger. He is pretty long (and tall when he stands on his back paws) but he’s so slim for a male cat. I wonder if he’ll ever get a jiggly belly. Probably not (why can’t I be that lucky?).
Even though he is small, he can be quite the terror. Some of our friends have nicknamed him Destructor because he is like a small black tornado tearing through the house, destroying everything in his path.
And now I give you an extra special glimpse into his awesome, fun-filled life from his perspective, since he can’t type this on his own.
7:30 a.m. – Beep, beep, beep. I slowly stretch my cramped legs from sleep in between T and Bing all night. What is that sound? Shake, shift, roll. Damn it guys, stop moving. Can’t a cat get some sleep around here? Pet, scratch. Oh, I like when Bing scratches me under my chin. Purr, purr, drool. I’m gonna crawl into her lap and go back to sleep. Floating through the air. How did I up get here? Flop onto the bed. Where is she going?
7:45 a.m. – Why is the bathroom door closed? I want in. Scratch, scratch, meow. What are you doing in there? Let me in! Door opens. I’m in. Hmm, I’m thirsty. Jump onto the counter. Turn on the water. Water on. Yes. Drink, drink, drink.
7:50 a.m. – Where’s Bing? Wait, I hear more water running. She must be behind that curtain. Maybe I can get some more water. Spastically shove shower curtain out of the way. Oh, I found her. Hi mom! I’m going to hang over the edge of the bathtub until she gets out. Wet hand pushing my face away. What the hell?!? Fine, I’ll lay on the floor next to the shower.
8:00 a.m. – I’m over the bathroom. Meow, meow. Let me out of here. Door opens. Freedom. Oh, T is still sleeping, I’m going to lay back down. Sleep…
8:30 a.m. – Why’s it so dark in here all of a sudden? Eyes open. Oh, Bing’s going downstairs. Pounce off the bed. Yes, outside time. Outside, outside, outside! Hauling tail into the kitchen, meow. Please let me outside mom! Mom, I want to go out. Now!!! Meow, howl, banging on the blinds. I’ll keep doing this until you let me out woman. Come on. I want to go out now!!! Hey, where is she going? Front door closes.
8:30 a.m.-6:15 p.m. – Eat, sleep, play, eat, sleep, play…
6:20 p.m. – Car pulling up in front of the house. Is that mom? Let me climb in the window. Climbing, meowing. Hi mom! Hi! Look at me. I want to go outside. Keys in the door, unlocking it. Meow, meow…running to the front door. Welcome home! Let’s eat dinner! Time to go outside!
6:20-6:30 p.m. – Meow, meow, meow. Stop sitting down. We need dinner. Hey, I’m thirsty. Turn on the faucet. Can I play outside now? You have to go to the bathroom? Me too! Wait for me. Meow, meow, meow. Let’s go upstairs. Running up the stairs. You’re so slow, come on!
6:35 p.m. – Food bowl is on the floor. Scarf, scarf, scarf. Now I can go play outside. Mooom! Meow, howl, banging on the blinds. Door opens. Yes! I’m outside, suckers.
*During the evening hours, Fado comes in and out about 5 times. He can never make up his mind about whether he wants to be in or out.*
11:15 p.m. – T and Bing are heading upstairs to go to bed. Bed time! Here I come. Wait for me!
11:20 p.m. – T and Bing are getting ready for bed in the bathroom. What are they doing in there? Oh, I want to lay in the sink so I can hang out. Jump into the sink. Wait, I need some water first. Meow, meow. Turn it on since I have no hands! Slurp, slurp, slurp. Done! Now I can lay in the sink. Wait, how did I get on the floor?
11:25 p.m. – I’ll go lay in the bed. Yeah, sprawl out. I’m too big to curl into a tiny spot. I need to spread out. Laying down to go to sleep.
11:45 p.m. – Oh, mom’s in bed under the blankets. I know! I climb up and sleep on her. I love to snuggle. Climbs onto Bing and settles in. I’m so happy. Purr, purr, drool…sleep.
*And that is what life with Fado is like. Sometimes he even decides that it’s time to go outside in the middle of the night, so he starts banging on the bedroom blinds. This results in banishment to the hallway.*
This is what I do when you guys are at work! Suckers! – Fado