If you look at Cute Overload, you’ve already seen this…but it’s worth being redundant.
The house search continues-we may have found something promising but it makes me too nervous to even start writing about it. Ok, I have to go throw up now.
2 comments March 22nd, 2007
I don’t know what brought this on. Perhaps it was that poor Miss Cleo was stuck in the laundry room for the afternoon while the house was being shown that led her to protest by sleeping on the dog’s bed. But the fact that the dog just went right ahead and snuggled up next to her? Fantastic.
Our house is officially on the market now. So far so good, I won’t jinx it by saying anymore. Tomorrow morningwe hit the road again, looking for our next house. There have been a couple of possibilities so far but nothing has really floored us yet. I know the house is out there, I just hope we find it before someone else does.
Work has been picking up again which is good but tiring. For the next couple of weeks, I will be playing on two different movies, each the third installment in a series. Good thing, because once we buy a house, I’m going to need that money for our new and enlarged mortgage payment. In the meantime, I’m trying to enjoy what could be our last month in our sweet little pink house. You’re a good house, I love you.
3 comments March 9th, 2007
Before I get to my inevitable New Year’s recap post, I have something else to tend to. We lost a beloved member of our animal family over the holidays, our cat Chewie. Chewie was only six and a half, he went far too soon and he will be sorely missed.
I was never allowed to have pets growing up, so when Brian and I picked 8 week old Chewie out at an LA shelter he became my first real pet.
He quickly became the center of our universe. He was a crazy kitten with a fondness for chasing your ankles. Brian trained him to play fetch with a little ball and he would jump about 5 feet straight up in the air to chase a feather toy. During his first year, I was still living in Florida so Brian would send me pictures to tide me over. They often became quite creative:
Eventually, I came out to California and we all set up house together. He was still a rambunctious kitten-Brian loves to tell the story of the day I called him at work crying because Chewie had finally worn me out, chasing me around the house all day. Soon, we got our second cat, Miss Cleo. Our thought was that she could be a playmate for him, but he mostly chased her around the house, picking fights. Once Lucy came along, she became his next victim. They had a funny relationship-Chewie would get her to chase him, jump up on the couch and slap her in the face as she came by. The dog never fought back, she knew he was the alpha male of the house.
I regret that I never got a picture of Chewie with Ashok and that my son won’t get to grow up with my first pet. But there were lots of sweet moments, often when I was nursing the baby, that Chewie would come up and rub up against him over and over. I like to think that he loved Ashok too.
I could go on and on, but the bottom line is he was a great cat, furry friend and our first-born. We will miss him.
8 comments January 3rd, 2007
After recovering from my stupid cold last week, I am finally trying to get back into some sort of physical activity to ward off the effects of the non-stop binge that has been going on over here. The last two weekends, I have taken pilates classes which involved work on their crazy-ass machines with straps and pulleys not to mention various moves involving inflatable balls and other doodads. It felt great while I was doing it, but I have to admit that my lower back feels pretty tweaked today-if it isn’t from the pilates then it is from the ever-growing 11 pound infant that I carry around in the Baby Bjorn. Tomorrow, if my back feels better, I’m going to try and go for a run. I ran last week but didn’t write about it because the whole experience was sort of ridiculous. Here’s how I used to go for a run:
Here’s how it goes these days:
That whole process took about 35 minutes. I think I ran for 20 before feeling like my lungs were going to pop. Do you understand my frustration? Regardless, I am going to try again tomorrow. I am hoping to streamline this entire production by having the dog feed the baby as well as tie my shoes and load the stroller into the car. I’ll let you know how that goes.
5 comments December 18th, 2006
How did that happen? I’m still recovering from all that stuffing over Thanksgiving. I am SO behind on Christmas shopping, it just isn’t funny. This year, I tried to do as much shopping online as possible in order to prevent having to drag a screaming baby through multiple shopping trips but, I think I’ve hit my internet shopping wall and that baby is just going to have to buck up and come along for the ride. Best he gets used to it now, I guess, his mom is a shopper. The trouble is, I’ve hit all my usual spots for gifts and I’ve been less than inspired. I refuse to go to the mall because it is sheer chaos over there and I never find anything anyway. So, tomorrow I’ll start hitting the last few boutique and specialty stores I haven’t gotten to yet and see if I can get everyone taken care of. If not, chocolate for everyone.
We finally decorated our tree tonight. We managed to only break one ornament and one bead garland in the process. Not bad. Of course, now those stupid beads are in every nook and cranny of our house and everytime I turn around one of the cats is chasing them into a floor vent. Speaking of the beasts, AntlerFest 2006 got off to a good start tonight:
I promise she got a nice treat after this photo was taken.
3 comments December 14th, 2006
He smiles! And not just the “I’m passing gas, heh heh heh” smiles. Real smiles that I can bring forth by making silly faces at him. So much fun.
This weekend, we’re hoping to go get our Christmas tree. Being married to Mr. Christmas, these things have to be done in a timely manner. A tree must be picked, decorations taken out of storage, lights hung, etc, etc. Then we will proceed with our Christmas Traditions - our cats enjoy the Drinking of the Tree Water and the Destruction of the Ornaments, while Brian and I enjoy the Dressing of the Cats in Antlers and Jingle Bell Collars and Forcing them to Dance to Christmas Carols. Soon after this is the Cleaning of the Scratches and Dressing of the Wounds. Oh, but it’s worth it.
6 comments December 6th, 2006
Thank you for keeping my lap warm and purring like a small foreign car.
Thank you for being my first real pet. And for being a royal pain in the ass.
Thank you for still loving me even though I had a baby.
Thank you for every minute of every day.
Thank you for showing up and making it all even better.
1 comment November 23rd, 2006
At last, he is taking a nap. It has taken me a couple of nap-less weeks to figure out that, duh, my month old son most likely isn’t going to send me an email requesting a naptime, so I should probably go ahead and just enforce one. So far, he’s been alseep for an hour and a half…..not bad.
Halloween was a good time at our place, as usual. We had a whopping 10 trick-or-treaters (5 more than last year) and Ashok got to try out his monkey costume, which although it was far too big, still looked cute:
Sorry for the dark picture, I guess we were all a bit too sugared up to operate the camera correctly. The dog was supposed to be in costume this year as well, but by the time we were ready to suit her up, she and a dog friend were already running around like wackos and we figured there was no point. Not to worry though, we haven’t forgotten our Lucy’s fondness for dressing up (see Exhibits A, B and C). She will definitely get in that costume sometime this week, and pictures will be taken, you can bet on that. I myself donned an orange shirt, which is about as close I as I will get to a costume anymore. Hope everyone had a fun night!
3 comments November 1st, 2006
There has been a decidely funky smell in our kitchen for the past couple of days. Sort of a combination between ant spray and cat pee. Doesn’t that sound lovely? As far as we can tell, no cats have pissed in the house and although there is a bottle of Raid sitting on the counter, no one has used it any time recently. However, those cats are sneaky. This one in particular:
Yes, Chewie enjoys a good indoor pee every once in a while. Most often, when the litter box has not been cleaned to his liking, he will choose to relieve himself on the dog’s bed. I used to think this was out of hatred for the dog, but then I realized that we keep our bedroom door closed and that if he could get in there, he would most likely just pee on OUR bed. He is a charming fellow.
Of course, I take no responsibility in any of this. Being pregnant, I cannot clean the litter box and that wonderful task falls into Brian’s hands. After my constant complaining about the funky smell this morning, he cleaned it and now we are left with only the Raid smell. So, we’ve gone from cat funky to chemical funky. Great.
2 comments September 1st, 2006
