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Sunday, January 31, 2010

Snowed In

We didn't get nearly as much snow as predicted/hoped for but there's still about 4-6 inches (that's what she said!) with a nice bit of freezing rain/sleet crust on top.

Roads are a mess so we're officially still "snowed in" today. And since temps won't be over freezing until sometime tomorrow, I might get to be snowed in tomorrow as well.

Exactly what I was hoping for - so seldom it works out that way!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

Please no ice, just be snow

We're being hit by the storm on the East coast. I want to be snowed in for a few days but PLEASE don't let it be icy. I need electric and internet!

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.



Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Full of Win (Take Two)

Originally my post about Tuesday was going to be titled "Full of Win". Until it kinda "Went to Hell". We'll give it another shot.

After a rough start, this week has been positive overall. I had a headache last night that put a bit of a damper on the husband's birthday celebration but we still had a nice dinner and spent some time curled up on the sofa watching the totally a-rawr-able Mark Valley a manly new action drama called "Human Target". It was Joe's pick and who am *I* to argue when it was his official birthday celebration night?


The Grandest Pooba I know gave me an award because she thinks this here is One Lovely Blog. I've SO got her fooled. Thanks!!!




And then this morning I awoke to find out I am the One-Minute Writing of the Week winner! Please, if you have any interest at all in writing, or even not, check out this blog by Beth. She does a really amazing job with it and her daily prompts are great. Even though we're meant to spend only sixty seconds on them, there are definitely days when her prompt stays with me for much longer than that. It's a great mix of silly and serious and much room for interpretation.

Also, I think my hair is full of win. Kate Gosselin wishes she had my hair. #BOOYAH

And finally, let's hope this weekend is full of win. We're in for an oddball snow and/or ice storm here in my undisclosed location that is not accustomed to such things falling from the sky. Just a few inches of snow can be enough to shut us down for days and the most conservative forecast I've seen says 5-7 inches (that's what she said!). "Full of win" in this situation would = snowed in all weekend with electricity and interwebz. I have a lot I could accomplish.

Hope the scale for your week tipped towards the positive!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Running Away

Yes, I'm running away. Kinda. I'll have to make vast improvements to my distance and speed if my legs are going to be my primary means of escape.

Last Friday, I started thinking about running again. And on Saturday, Monday and Wednesday, I ran week one of the Couch to 5k (c25k) running plan.

It wasn't great, my times weren't amazing. I actually did best on my first run but I think that's primarily due to the flatness of that trail. The other two evenings I ran near the house and it's a lot more hilly there.

When I did this program before, I mostly ran it on the treadmill in the gym, using the timer on the machine to track my intervals. Occasionally (weekends), I'd be able to run with Joe and he used his watch to time me. This time, I'm trying to run mostly outside and even go by myself but I hate trying to stare at the watch because it's hard to just concentrate on running and form. I've been relying instead on Robert Ullrey's podcasts and they're great. He's not a crazy constant cheerleader but just gives reminders about good form and breathing while using vocal cues to tell you when to run or walk. The music he chose is upbeat and I'm really enjoying running this way.

So, I've accomplished something. A whole first week of running. I'm hoping to start week 2 on Saturday but the weather might not cooperate. I'm okay with running inside if trails and roads aren't safe enough for foot traffic but I'm not venturing to the gym if the roads are too bad for car traffic. We'll see what happens.

Other than Tuesday, this has been a decent week. I accomplished a lot yesterday. Now, to survive the return of the boss (he's been gone for a week)!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

How Things Change

Yesterday afternoon, before leaving work, I started on today's post. The working title was "Full of Win". It was mostly silly but I was feeling good about the day I was having - meetings at work were going well, I received happy-happy awards from Rabbit and Autumn, I hacked some code for a project I'm working on.

I left work with plans to chill at Starbucks for an hour before going to a new stylist at a new salon for a hair chop. I was feeling so good, I was sure the hair cut would be the perfect #BOOYAH ending to my day (and my post). As expected, I left the salon feeling fabulous!

And now I'm deleting about 4 paragraphs of crap to just get to the point - after a yummy dinner, I noticed Tonya acting weird. The abbreviated version is that one of her lower fangs fell out.

And as she lost her tooth, I completely lost my mind. I did what anyone would do and immediately checked Google. All signs indicated this was a bad thing and a sign of tooth decay.

By that time, Tonya had resumed her normal routine and was perched on our bed, enjoying a snooze. I curled up next to her, petting her, sobbing as my train of thought derailed.

Why oh why didn't I get her teeth cleaned? The vet had been telling me it needed to be done for three years! It wasn't the money (we could afford it). I was just afraid of the sedation. Plus Tonya HATES the vet. It's always such an ordeal. But now Tonya had lost a tooth which meant all of her teeth were going to fall out and then she wouldn't be able to eat and she is going to DIE! OMG I killed my cat and it was totally preventable! I'm the worst person in the world!!!

And then I ran out of exclamation points and decided to just sob for awhile. Somewhere along the way I also freaked out about my hair and decided I had Kate Gosselin hair and it was horrible and what was I thinking and I might just shave my head and invest in some awesome hats.

I needed that breakdown. It wasn't so much about the cat. But I've been half out of my mind since my sister had her little girl on the 15th. I had horrible conversations with my grandmother and my parents on Sunday that left me feeling very low. And next week, we're going for a visit. Four whole days of family fun. So yeah, not so much about the cat.

In the meantime, I do feel a bit better this morning. My hair is actually kinda cute and not Kate-G at all. The vet's office seemed concerned but didn't jump straight to the "she's gonna die, we're ALL gonna die" conclusion that I had reached. Pending weather, we'll take her Friday for a blood draw (anesthesia test) and then schedule a cleaning.

After such a roller coaster yesterday, I'm hoping the rest of the week is nice and boring.

P.S. I'm not asking for sympathy or pats on the head. Today, I'm fine. Just wanted to give a glance into the kind of freak that lives in my head some days.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Protection

The following was written between 10pm and 11pm. The events occur in real time.

Said in my best movie trailer voice...

In a world where unemployment, piggy flu, and Brangelina roam free, there's a man with a gruff voice, immunity from sleep deprivation, a bottomless bladder, and a man-purse watching out for you.

Seriously, don't we all wish there was a Jack Bauer out there covering our asses? (Though I'm kinda creeped out at the idea of a Chloe hacking away at my interwebz. And do you think she's ever been caught playing Solitaire? Nah, didn't think so.)

I guess if we can't have Walker, Texas Ranger keeping track of us, Bauer will have to do.

And by "have to do", I kinda mean "rawr".

Monday, January 25, 2010

Loose Ends

This is going to be one of those "here's a few random bits" kind of posts.

1. Regarding my Six Word Saturday entry, the kitty in question is Rusty. He has some kind of allergic or stress condition where he decides to chew all the fur off a part of his body. Then he obsessively licks at it until it's raw and won't grow back. He's like an emo little cutter. Joe took him to the vet on Friday and they gave him a steroid shot to make him big and strong stop the itching so it can heal.

2. Yesterday's coworker - I finally sent her an email with a couple of time options that were open and made her choose between them. Then I smashed my head into the desk repeatedly and wept for humanity.

3. I'm having a giveaway on Seven Days Seven Answers this week so check it out. And please play. I like to think it's fun (I'm a bit biased but whatever) and I'd love to see more responses.

4. Rumor has it I'm being featured in an interview over at Jenn's (You know... that Blog?) today.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A Day at Work

Friday morning, I sent the following email to my committee at work:
All -
If you are receiving this email, it is because you have not yet scheduled a meeting time for next week. The following times are NO LONGER AVAILABLE. Please let me know by the end of today when you would like to meet.
Mon: 1-2
Tues: 9-10. 1-2, 2-3
Wed: 10-11
Thurs: 10-11, 1-2
I receive the following response:
I'll be there at 9 on Tuesday.
I respond anew:
The times on that list are already taken. Please choose a time that is NOT on the list.
Her new response?
Okay, how about 2pm Tuesday?
And you all want to know why I go home most nights with a headache?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

Shot for cat easier than pills

Yeah, Rusty's got this skin thing. More on that tomorrow or Monday. But yay for a doc that believes in shots instead of twice daily pills!

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.



Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Those Around Us

My pal BBZ shared a link with me this week that was kind of interesting. It was an article on Copyblogger.com about how the people we associate are indicative of our own success. Supposedly the people we hang out with influence our personal goals and achievements to the point of (paraphrasing here) making us fat, poor, and lonely.

Awesome. And if you don't want to read the link, you should at least click because there's a really adorable photo of a snoozing puppy.

But the point of the article was that while we can love friends and family who maybe aren't as successful as we hope to be, we also need to find peers to influence and encourage us. People to look up to as we plod along. Role models, full of awesomeness, that make us reach higher. Think there's anything to it?

This general idea is something I've talked about with a lot of my friends. Sometimes we have to shed people who are bringing us down when we're trying to climb up. This just goes one step further - surrounding ourselves deliberately with positive influences.

Before you think I'm suddenly going to run off and join a convent or the Peace Corps, let me assure you I'm not starting anywhere near that noble. A primary goal for me this year is getting my body back in shape. I want to feel and look good again. And recently (maybe it's the whole new year thing), a lot of my Twitter pals are doing the same. Frequent trips to the gym. Completing or starting (depending on who you talk to) the Couch to 5k (c25k) running program.

With all of these energetic folks tweeting away around me, I'm feeling that positive influence. Maybe *I* could give C25k another try! Beth just completed it. Autumn's just starting up - maybe starting along with her would keep us both motivated.

Yes, I think I just might. I know I also need to make better eating choices as well. But in the meantime, please don't be frightened if you see me huffing and puffing on the side of the road. I'm not going to blow your house down. Promise.

And beyond the fitness influence, I also have people around me who are putting me in a great mindset to conquer a few more areas. Look out world, here I come!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Spam sammich

I wrote this awhile ago. Apparently. Because it's sitting in my drafts with a date of 06/02/09. I don't so much remember writing it but that's not surprising. That was right around family vacation time and I've tried to block a lot of that out. Looks like I was collecting spam. Anyways, today is the day I hit my coworker in the nose publish.

Thanks to our drugs your manhood will shine again. Really, is THAT what men want? Shiny? Or is that maybe what they think women want? I guess that makes sense if they watch all of those shampoo commercials about shiny hair.

I'd like to introduce you to my sister. No thanks, I've already got my own to deal with.

Your car in trouble. I hope not, that sounds expensive. And I only took it in for an oil change!

Fight the high prices of designer watches. Now THERE's a noble cause. Since we've already taken care of AIDS, homelessness, starvation and malaria, this seems like the only cause left. Just tell me where to make my tax-deductible donation.

Yo. Yo yourself!

Excuse me for bothering. Oh, how I can relate to this one.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Compactor vs Dumpster

Over an hour of my life last night, gone, irretrievable, over the city I work for wanting to impose "mandatory trash compactors" vs multiple dumpsters. To their credit, our council felt that was too pushy and ultimately ruled to leave that decision to the builder.

But, really, an hour? During which they spent twenty minutes in "closed session" receiving legal counsel from the attorney.

It's almost as fun as the last city council meeting I attended for work. That time, they spent almost as long discussing pet waste removal from the public parks and greenways. The big debate then? The definition of "proper waste container". "Is a pocket a proper waste container? Must it be a plastic bag? What about a paper bag? What about a hand?"

Seriously. And we wonder why government takes so damned long to accomplish anything.

ETA: Also, when there are wars and Haiti and important things in the world, it really aggravates me to spend an hour talking about the stupidity of trash compactors. Really? This is the most important thing in our little stupid town? Maybe we need to rethink what we're doing here.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Heavy Heart

Today, I have a heavy heart. But the sun is shining and I plan to make the best of it.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking "survive this day, tomorrow will be better" and while that's not a horrible attitude, we're not promised tomorrow. So I might as well start doing something with the day I have right now.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Ingredients For A Completely Broken Head

  • a yappy massage therapist
  • white wine for dinner
  • two quarreling cats
  • dreams of foreign language ATMs eating my credit cards
  • sun shining in windows because blinds are slanted wrong direction
  • church committee meeting that's all talk, no action, 100% frustration
  • dying battery in smoke detector: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
  • burnt panini from Brueggers (okay, this has nothing to do with my head but it still pissed me off)

All of those add up to a very cranky Cate on Sunday afternoon. Especially when you figure in a list of things to do that's at least half a mile long. Followed by dinner plans with virtual strangers (to me - the guy is a HS classmate of Joe's).

Let's all be thankful that I have today off!

P.S. I wrote this post around 3pm yesterday afternoon. By the time we left for dinner, my headache was more reasonable. We had a fantastic dinner and Joe's friend and his wife were great company. It was a blast and I was sad to see the evening end.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Dry Cold Weather

I'm running out of patience for it. Unless someone has a miracle recommendation for something that will make my super-fine hair quit flying around all full of static. Bonus points if I can also use the product on Tonya. Poor zappy girl looks like a troll doll.

Super-bonus points if we can somehow harness the zapping powers into a weapon that will shock a few folks into submission.

P.S. I've got nothing this morning. Sorry. Just a busy day ahead of me. And a headache. Please think good thoughts for everyone around me - it may prevent punching.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

Am I still in one piece?

Seriously, it's been that kind of week. Also:

Can't we all play nice here?

I've had a couple of emails lately about kinda nasty replies from participants of 6WS. That makes me cry. And you know what happens when Cate cries, right?
You get punched in the face.

Please be kind. I didn't realize I needed to spell that part out.

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.



Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Friday, January 15, 2010

Hired Help

Because I'm taking advantage of a rare visit from my muse, I'm just going to share part of a discussion I had with BrigitteZ yesterday afternoon.
BrigitteZ: i had to lock the pups in the computer room this morning b/c my dad hired yet another new maid
me: he not find one hot enough yet?
BrigitteZ: the dogs usually go in the laundry room so if they pee - its on tile
they're all little old mexican ladies
me: are you employing illegals?!?!?
BrigitteZ: hahaha
i have no idea
I am not employing anyone, my dad is
me: i think Jesus is illegal
our tree guy
we aren't sure
or it could just be that he's legal and the business isn't
BrigitteZ: ah i thought you meant like actual Jesus
me: i know, i love that
BrigitteZ: b/c he can be whatever he wants
being like the Lord and all
me: "Jesus trims my trees, jealous?"
Guess our yard guy oozes more Jesus than my brother.

P.S. All joking aside, I'm pretty sure Jesus is legal or we wouldn't be employing him. But BrigitteZ is an artiste so she may be getting all creative with the truth. Punk.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Ranch Hand and the Yankee

People of Earth! (Hey, it's working for Conan, look how many people love him right now! Except maybe Leno. And NBC. But who are they anyways?)

Last night, on the way home from work, there was an accident that caused traffic to be diverted awkwardly through a parking lot. Inadvertently, I kinda cut off a guy in a truck a little bit. Which I would totally never do on purpose because I'm a very good driver. And I never have parking lot issues. I'm going to skip the part about how his truck had been off-roading, was covered in NASCAR and confederate flags. (Okay, that was a lie, I didn't skip it at all!)

The guy leaned his mullet-head out the window and yelled at me. What he said made me so angry that I shook the whole way home where I told the story to Joe and prepared for him to have some serious umbrage on my behalf.
me: So he flips me off and then yells out the window "you stupid bitch Yankee woman driver!"
Joe: Wait, how'd he know you were a Yankee?

P.S. Sorry about the hair.
P.P.S. Camembert! (Because SomeMonkey said to work that in somewhere)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Emotions

I was able to speak to Tina (my sister) last night. She and the baby are doing fine. Baby is a girl, fairly average in weight and length. She's already going bald and giving into the influence of super-thin models by not wanting to eat a whole lot. Dainty already.

The doctors ran a hearing test and she's not responding well out of her left ear. My sister says she's doomed if the baby's already not listening to her. I suggested she probably inherited that trait from her daddy.

I'm not sure there isn't an emotion I didn't cover at one point yesterday. I was worried when I hadn't heard anything. Relieved and happy when I finally did hear. Angry that it took so long to hear. Lonely for my sister. Frustrated that my family is so screwed up. Sad that I'm not closer to my sister. Upset that I'm so undecided about my own future when it comes to family. Doubtful I could handle it. Resentful that while my friends are encouraging, the one person whose encouragement might make a difference doesn't seem to realize it.

When my sister had Collin, I didn't envy her the little boy. But there is something about that precious pink little girl that made me feel very empty. And unworthy. And depressed. And jealous. And confused.

I wish that range of emotions had skewed a bit more towards the positive side. I wish I knew more who I am and what I want. But I guess that's what this year is about.

P.S. Happier Cate is in here somewhere. She'll be posting tomorrow.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Birth Day

I'm a mess of emotions right now so forgive this post.

First, thank you to everyone for your concern about my abdominal pain yesterday. I had decided if it wasn't greatly improved this morning I would go to the doctor. However, I woke up feeling about 85% better so it seems to be going away. If it comes back, I'll make an appointment.

Second, my father called around 10:45 last night to tell me my sister was on the way to the hospital to have the baby. Two of the things that most set my mind spinning are family and babies.

My family is so dysfunctional. Dad debated calling us last night because it was so late. The only reason he decided to call was that he had talked to us at 9pm (called with a computer question) so he thought we might still be up. And then said he'd call again in the morning to let us know what was going on. Now, I don't generally like calls in the middle of the night but I definitely could handle a 3am call saying "baby is here, all is well!". Instead, I spent the entire night dreaming, waking, worrying, crying, overthinking, freaking.

And now, this morning, it's now 8:30 and I haven't heard a single word. I've tried calling but no answer there either at my parents' house, my sister's house (where Dad was supposed to go to take care of the nephew), or my parents' craptastic cellphone.

So I wait. And come up with a million worst-case scenarios. Or a million best-case scenarios which then make me remember how screwed up my family is because good or bad, it reminds me that we're not close and I'm out of the loop.

We won't even address the matter of baby sister having her second child when I still can't wrap my head around having one. Or all of the delightful nurturing things my mother had to say during the first call. Or so much more.

Sorry, not a happy-go-lucky post but until I hear something, I'm just not a happy-go-lucky Cate. Hopefully I'll have good news for tomorrow. Thanks to all of you for allowing me to sometimes have these posts because I don't have anywhere else to go with it. You all rock.

P.S. Isn't that just the way? I was just ready to hit publish when the phone rang. Baby was born at 3:20am, everyone's fine. Phew!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Punch for Breakfast

Award time. Because I've got nothing else and I'm cranky. I figure since I'm cranky, better to get it out in the form of a couple "Punch in the Face" awards than to just dwell all day.

Dear Sunday Night,

I really don't know what your problem is but no matter what I do over the weekend, you have to be a punk. If I'm lucky, this just means a bit of trouble falling asleep. Or perhaps waking up several times in the night.

More likely, I'm disturbed by vivid dreams. Like the one where a project I'm working on had taken off and we raised $300k at a charity dinner and then there were demon monkeys chasing us into the plane but the plane took off and then it crashed and Tonya was totally asleep upside down between the front seats. Also, the water didn't work and my brother decided he'd rather just jump out the back than stay there with no running water.

And in the case of last night, after tossing and turning for an hour with awful heartburn, you gifted me with horrendous stomach pain. Doubled over, sick to my stomach, cold sweats, stabbing constant stomach pain. After almost two hours, I was able to crawl back to bed.

No doubt you have it coming and this award is the least of what you deserve.

Maybe Mondays wouldn't be so bad if you wouldn't suck so much,



Dear Monday Morning,

I'd like to start by thanking you for bringing reduced pain this morning. And also for not letting the boss notice that I wandered in a couple of minutes late. We both know those two minutes mean nothing to anyone but him.

However, if you could possibly be a bit warmer, I would appreciate it. Also, maybe you could greet me with coffee and a side of patience. And a sprinkle of focus? Because I have a lot to do today.

Either way, I believe you to be a likely recipient of this award.

Chance in hell you'll cooperate,


P.S. Seriously, folks. Beware the demon monkeys. That was one freaky dream.
P.P.S. Feel free to make your own nominations.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Messy messy

Joe's better than me at pretty much everything. Including penmanship.

He had me endorse a couple of checks to deposit last week, one of my least favorite things to do because paper checks are stupid and also because he won't just let me sign my name. He wants me to sign my name and then FOR DEPOSIT ONLY and the account number. And since another skill he possesses that I do not is the ability to remember completely worthless important chains of numbers, I don't have account numbers memorized.

So anyways, I'm annoyed at endorsing all of these stupid little checks and they're becoming increasingly messy until the last one looks sort of like this:

(Note: this is a recreation)

I'm pretty sure that instead of "FOR DEPOSIT ONLY" this looks like "FOR DEPOSIT OMG". Sloppy penmanship or passive aggressive rebellion? You decide...

Saturday, January 09, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

So much cold - where's the snow?

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.



Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Friday, January 08, 2010

Bible Names

My brother was born the summer before I went to kindergarten. I suppose I was excited about the arrival of the new baby though I probably didn't really understand.

Not long before he was born, my parents asked me if I had any suggestions for what we should call the new baby. They very specifically asked for a Bible name. I believe this was to prove to their new church friends that the religion thing was sticking. I thought about it quite seriously before giving them my answer.

"I think we should name the baby Jesus."

Yeah, you try explaining to a five-year-old why if you're requesting a Bible name you shouldn't just go with the star of the whole show!

And then they named him Rob. I may be rusty on my Bible knowledge but I don't remember a whole lot of Robs in there.
Babynames.com: The meaning of the name Robert is Bright Fame
Bright Fame. That just oozes Jesus.

P.S. I finished my first book for 2010 yesterday. 24 more to go!
P.P.S. Is "oozes Jesus" appropriate?

Thursday, January 07, 2010

First Fursday: Peasant Crunchies

This is Tonya reporting in for a little First Fursday action. Good timing since long-haired human is passed out on one Recliner of Death with a migraine and short-haired human is passed out on the other Recliner of Death with a stomachache. I don't know why he doesn't just barf in a shoe and be done with it.

Anyways.

It seems we've fallen on hard times. I heard long-haired human complaining the other day about the cost of gas for her car. Short-haired human replied that the real sign of a recession is the cost of cat crunchies.

Maybe they thought we wouldn't notice but when he came home from our PuddySmart, I immediately saw he had two bags of crunchies. At first I was excited but then I realized that I didn't recognize the second bag. Blue? Purina? What was this?

Then came this morning. I sang for my ration, as usual, and short-haired human dropped my breakfast in the dish. Only, it smelled different. As I started chomping, I realized that half of these crunchies were of the usual gourmet variety. And the others? Unacceptable!!! What trickery was this?

So I picked around them and left them in the dish. No way was I lowering myself to eat those second-rate kibbles. Rusty, of course, ate his because he has no standards whatsoever. But when my humans come home tonight, they'll see that I, Tonya The Great, will not be forced to eat this peasant food.

I think I'll further drive home my point by swiping whatever they have for their dinner. Please let it be tuna...

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Word of the Year: 2010

I'm a few days late but that's because I've had other fish to fry or something. Plus, it took me a few days to really think this through.

Last year, Beth posted about the concept of choosing a word to sum up your hopes or plans for the year. I chose focus and it served me well.

"Focus" helped me keep track of things I needed to work on, allowing me time for the things I wanted to work on.

"Focus" was also especially helpful in dealing with my anxiety. By discarding the issues I couldn't do anything about and just taking one thing at a time, it really helped me survive the year.

In fact, "focus" served me SO well that I'm having trouble giving it up. So I've decided that instead of just leaving it behind, I'll consider my words what they should be - learning experiences that transform us going forward.

And this year, I have a new word, "effort".

Main Entry: ef·fort
Pronunciation: \ˈe-fȯrt\
Function: noun

Meaning: the active use of energy in producing a result
Synonyms: elbow grease, exertion, expenditure, labor, pains, sweat, trouble, work
Related Words: grind, energy, attempt, endeavor
Near Antonyms: idleness, inaction, inactivity, inertia

Those "near antonyms" terrify me. They also describe my life over the past few years. See, last year was about surviving. It was about learning to handle myself and the world but I did a lot of that from the semi-comfort of a safe routine. This year will be about not just muddling through but also about making an "effort" to move in a direction that makes me happy. I actually considered "happy" and "change" as my words but felt "effort" could be applied in a more widespread manner.

I'm planning to make an effort in my health, my career, my writing, my reading, my relationships, my self-image, really my entire life. Some steps will be bigger than others - I can't do it all at once. But it's important that I realize I have to make an "effort" if I don't want to keep on as things are currently heading.

What about you? Do you have a word that describes your plans for 2010? And don't worry, this should be the last holiday-related post. I think I've officially finished putting away the tinsel. Though I'm not sure quite what Tonya and Rusty have planned for First Fursday tomorrow.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Me, The Juror

Yesterday was the big jury duty I was all spazzed about. Since I am writing this post, you've probably figured out by now that I somehow managed to survive it.

As expected, a lot of "hurry up and wait". I did manage to find the parking garage and the courthouse. I arrived around 8:20 and it was 9:30 before we were all oriented and sworn. The clerk immediately called a handful of people and the rest of us waited.

And waited.

Waited some more.

Around 11:30am I decided to grab a sandwich from the deli next door. Just as I finished it up, the clerk announced that we were being released for lunch. Until 2:30pm. Wow, no wonder the county's so inefficient if they're taking 2.5 hour lunch breaks!

At 2:30, I returned to the boring jury lounge and at 3:15 I was dismissed for the day. "Thanks, you've served, you won't be called for at least two years!"

In the end, a total waste of a day. Bored out of my skull. BUT!!! It was kind of what I asked for. I didn't have to be questioned, I didn't have to sit on a case, I didn't have to jure. Which isn't a word but I don't care.

I did get to do some people watching. What everyone had in common was that they all had their reasons that they were inconvenienced by being there. Some were too important, some were too needed by a herd of children at home, some were losing money by not working their regular shift. What, the $20 or whatever we're paid for the day doesn't pay the rent?

Oh, also, I totally got lost at the end of the day and spent 30 minutes wandering around downtown looking for the parking garage because I came out a different exit and some crazy lady said she knew where we were going. I had to call Joe and be all "I'm lost." And he was all "this is why I bought you a GPS." And I was all "yeah, but I can't even find the car!" And he was all "seriously, woman."

Good times. Good times...

Monday, January 04, 2010

Judgement Day

Today I have jury duty.

Me, who is so freaked out the night before as I write this that I'm pretty sure I won't even find the parking deck. And if I find the parking deck, some deity help me because I'm pretty sure I can't find the court house 2 blocks away. And if i DO find the court house? I'm going to freeze to death on the way there because it is a frickdiculous amount of freezing coldness here.

Oh yeah, and let's just say I get there all in one piece and on time, thus avoiding being fined or thrown into jail. THEN I may be seated on a jury in which I'm expected to judge another person's innocence. And possibly throw out some sentencing.

Yeah, me. Me who (whom?) does not believe I'm really capable of deciding whether I should take the highway or city streets. Me who has spent the last 60 minutes spazzing about my ability to reach the place wherein I may be handing out punishment. Dude, I'm not worthy of trying to operate a vending machine on behalf of someone else. Please don't count me as a peer.

My hopes are that either I am dismissed early or struck by lightning before I screw someone's life up for them.

And please let it be before lunch because you would not believe the amount of spazzing I have done over the lack of information regarding the lunch situation.

P.S. I will have Gwen (my Blackberry) unless they take her away so please leave a comment, send an email, or drop me a Tweet of encouragement.

P.P.S. Assuming I escape from this experience with my life, I'll be posting my "Word of the Year: 2010" tomorrow. But, again, that's assuming I don't die or something. Or end up thrown into the clink (is it called a "clink"?) for obstruction of justice or contempt of court or for wearing jeans because I'm fat and want to be comfy and not freeze to death.

P.P.P.S. Laugh all you want but I'm seriously freaking.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

Get a Clue

Christmas eve, Joe gave me a new board game he bought. I love board games but he isn't a big fan. Therefore, I don't buy them unless he specifically requests them.

This game is called "Smart Ass". It basically works like this - one player reads from one of three categories (determined by rolling a special die), where, when or what am I. The other players are then to shout out a guess whenever they like within the 10 clues. The first to shout the correct answer rolls another die and moves the corresponding number of spaces. With only two players, we just took turn asking the questions and answering.

In a related story, Joe doesn't seem to enjoy wrapping gifts. He left it until almost 8pm on Christmas eve and apparently finished off my bottle of Southern Comfort in the process. By the time we sat down to play the game just after 9pm, he was pretty tipsy. This resulted in the following exchanges:
me: Vincent Van Gogh is famous for cutting off what body part?
Joe: Head!
me: Born in Edinburg (Edinburgh). Edinborough. It's pronounced Edinburg, right?
Joe: Scotland. Yeah.
me: Began his career as a model and bodybuilder.
Goldfinger. 007.
Joe: Schwarzenegger!
me: Really? Arnold is Scottish?
Joe: Oh. Brosnan.
me: Goldfinger. Not Goldeneye.
Joe: What's Goldfinger? Man, are you gonna blog this?
Duh. And now I'm following through.

It was about then that Joe "needed to lay down his head" for just a minute. And promptly fell asleep. At 9:30pm. "Smart Ass" indeed.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

One year of Six Word Saturdays

Yeah, that's right. I started Six Word Saturdays a year ago, never dreaming so many of you would join in but it's been an absolute blast! I really appreciate each and every one of you who play along.

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.



Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Friday, January 01, 2010

A Letter to Cate, 2010

Dear Cate,

It's a new year. Full of dreams, free of mistakes, brimming with potential. Don't be afraid to do something with it.

The goals and dreams you have are going to take work. Devote time to your writing. Set aside time to read offline. Research and plan ahead. Get off your arse and go to the gym. Put down that cookie!

Not all of your dreams will be realized. And some dreams you don't even recognize as such yet - they'll be revealed along the way. Be open to them. Be willing to chase them.

Be confident. Love. Be loved.

Specifically:

WRITE - you have three blog projects you are actively working to cultivate. Be aggressive with them. Make them happen.

READ - in order to write, it's helpful to read. It's also calming. And inspiring. And enlightening. 25 books this year, any kind you like. You can handle that easily.

JOB - you know better. This isn't it. Fix it or move along.

HEALTH - you have 1/3 of yourself to lose. I'm speaking of the extra pounds that have piled on. The gym (and your goal of running a 5k) are great for relieving stress as well as decreasing your booty.

JOE - continue to support the husband. Remember to speak up for what you want and need; it's not that he doesn't care or support you but mind-reading isn't among his many talents. Be a good wife and allow him to be a good husband. Stop pushing him away.

SELF - you've made fantastic progress with your anxiety and reactions to situations. Continue to do so. Love yourself - you're more than you give yourself credit for. Don't let fear hold you back from doing the things you want to do or being the things you want to be.

It's going to be a big year, an even bigger decade. You can handle it. You can be happy in it. Now, go kick its ass.



P.S. This is from yesterday's cue at 7 Days 7 Answers. Write a letter giving yourself instructions for the new year. Would love for you to write yourself a letter. But mostly, I just feel good about writing mine.