5 Star Luxury.

I'm talking about my bed, not a hotel. For Christmas I got a new set of bedding, which I finally got around to putting on my bed. I couldn't put it in a dirty room, and cleaning is no joke. Last night, I finally crawled into my, now clean, bed and oh my lord! It feels like a luxury hotel. Do I need 8 pillows on my bed? YES! Ok, well probably not, but it sure feels good- like I'm sleeping on a cloud.

I really could have taken a better photograph, but I didn't ;p

It's hard to believe that this is the last day of 2010! I'm sure I say that every year, but my mind isn't getting any sharper! I hope everybody enjoys their New Years! I will be blogging more regularly come the turn of the new year so expect to deal with more of me from now on! Muahaha. Ok, that was a little extreme, but yes, I will try to be around more. 

Chloé à la veille de Noël.

Christmas Eve has arrived. I feel like a little kid again, you know where the day drags on and I can't wait until tomorrow morning? It's going to be a relaxing day of finishing wrapping gifts, eating cheese & crackers with wine, and playing board games with the family.

Chloé is enjoying Christmas and in particular, the tree. I had the camera out earlier and she was eager to pose for it. She's feeling like Levi has been getting a little too much attention on here ;)


So I will leave you with some photos of Chloé. Merry Christmas Everyone!

I found a string

I'm gonna get it!

Snowflake! Got it!

For Yvonne

I've been a bad blogger as my sister pointed out to me yesterday, and because she motivated me to post again, she gets the honorary blog title. Enjoy it while it lasts! 

My sister and I had this tradition when we were kids that on Christmas morning we would wake up around 4am, go out to the living room, open our stockings and wait for my parents to wake up around 6:30. I always thought this was amazing. My sister got to lay on the couch and be the "princess" while I answered to her every need. Fix her breakfast, warmer blankets, fluff her pillow, Oh what's that? You want me to bring you your slippers? Why of course! This is something we did from the time we were weee lil children until, well, until we moved out of our parents house. So basically I spent a good 20 years being my sisters slave at Christmas and I'm starting to wonder how exactly this was so great. But I miss it and her, and even her annoying little fishy lips (which I apologize that none of you know about.)

On the flip side, I do get to be somebody's servant this year since my little brother broke his toe. He's milking it for all it's worth too. This holiday season has been crazy and it's sure hard to juggle everything.

Is the umbrella worth it?

My dog's a klepto & my cat's a masochist.

I'm slightly concerned with my dog's underwear fetish. He seeks out boxers, in particular, and goes running around the house with them. I thought we were having the-dryer-ate-the-sock syndrome... or in this case, underwear, but no: I'm on to you, Preston! The other night, I caught this on camera... he thought he was being SO sneaky. 

I like anything that smells like butt.

And while we're on the topic of animals with strange urges, my cat Levi has taken to self injury. He's keeps rubbing his mouth on things until it swells up. I'm not entirely convinced he wants to hurt himself though. After reading on The Bloggess about how cat's eat their babies (and apparently owners) I'm starting to think he might be holding a grudge against me... and scheming to eat me!

Don't worry, I'm just preparing my mouth for the kill.

Now that face looks EVIL! I guess I'll be sleeping with one eye open from now on... and buying extra underwear.

Spray paint & bellies up!

Apparently some department stores don't like when the leaves fall off a tree, or rather, bush. I was out holiday shopping when I came up to the entry way of a department store and noticed this:

Spray paint- it's the new Miracle Grow.

I guess if a plant is dying it's now acceptable to use paint to "liven" it up. It looks brand new to me!

After a long day of shopping I was feeling exhausted. After all, this is more exercise than I've had all year. Someone else who had too much exercise, or was just overwhelmed by the holidays, was this little fellow:

I saw him in a pet-store. He clearly was not in shape to be doing so much running. Well, this is DEFINITELY an eye-opener for me. I should exercise LESS unless I want to end up like Mr. Overdidit Hamster.

Don't worry... he's not actually dead. Mr. Sleepypants just had a long day.

The exploding ashtray.

Any company that knows, and I mean KNOWS, that they have unrealistic demands for their employees will provide an ashtray-- or many of them. There's nothing like promoting smoking in the corporate world... it's all just synergy!


One afternoon our ashtray caught on fire. Apparently someone thought it was a trashcan? It was the kind that looks like this: 

I'm still not really sure how this could be mistaken for a trashcan, unless you're used to shoving trash through a 2 inch hole. Anyway, the fact of the matter is, someone shoved trash in there, and later on someone through a lit cigarette in there... and voila! We had our very first ashtray meltdown!

Let me tell you, this "polyethylene" isn't so sturdy! I'm sure it didn't help that our maintenance man was attempting to put the fire out with WINDEX!  Yes, ammonia filled windex. I was watching the whole scene in awe from my window-seat, hoping for the best, but the fire ended up going out. Damn.

Is it final?

If you've noticed I haven't been around lately it's because it's college finals week. I'm dying over here, literally (or as Frasier Crane would say: figuratively.) When did classes start requiring multiple finals each? Maybe I shouldn't have waited so long to go back to school after all! All this stress is going to give me a full blown case of adult acne...and quite possibly ADD. Can you develop dyslexia as an adult? Perhaps my brain is going into hibernation. 

I have not forgotten my sacred little blog! But I've been so pressed for time this week, I simply can't keep up. I will try to pop in, but if you don't hear from me, I will be back next week in full blown blog mode! You can't wait, right? If you get too lonely, pop on some good old fashion Jazz music and drift into the world of holiday cheer.

It's all fun and games, until someone splits their toe open.

Well I must say black friday went smashingly well! I decided to get an early start and left the house at 3:15am. It was 4:45 when I approached one of the stores. There was a line stretching half a mile long with people waiting outside (most of whom had been there since the night before.) Do I want to stand in this line? No way! So instead I grabbed a hot cup of coffee, thanks Starbucks! Sipping my warm drink and eating my scone I watched as the line took a half hour to enter the store. Then, once everyone was in, I popped out of my car, entered the store, grabbed what I needed and checked out all within 20 minutes! Boy am I glad I didn't freeze all night for that! In fact, I moved in and out of every store I visited with ease, getting everything I needed (mostly for myself, ha!)

After a long day of shopping I took a nice drive down to my sister's house to celebrate our late Thanksgiving. It was all good eats and fun until a kid touched an open flame on a candle, and two others ended up in the ER. One from a concussion and my brother from breaking his toe and splitting his nail away from the cuticle! OUCH! And now my sister has laryngitis. Thanksgiving is dangerous! Well I'm thankful I escaped unscathed!

A love affair

I'm completely having a love affair with cashmere right now. I recently brought my purple cashmere scarf back to life. I completely forgot how warm and soft it is. This brought me to my next epiphany! I must have everything in cashmere! Maybe I'll get some cashmere goats and start knitting my own things. Now accepting free goats. After much searching I'm wondering why nobody makes cashmere underwear? I mean... really. I asked my breasts what they wanted for christmas and they said a cashmere bra! Ladies... I have come to the conclusion that our ladies deserve to be pampered! I'll be working on it, don't fret! 

On a completely different note, tomorrow I will be braving the crowds to try and find some great Black Friday steals. Who's going to be waking before the crack of dawn with me?  Let me know if you find any unusual items, particularly in cashmere! Tomorrow we can share stories! It was brutal last year; only run over people with your shopping cart if you absolutely MUST!

Meee-ow!

Tonight's post will be short and sweet. Mmm sweets.. I could totally go for some chocolate right now. Unfortunately, I'm suffering from a brain-throbbing migraine. But, I just wanted to put it out there that my kitty creations (aka ornaments) are complete! You can check them out, up close and personal, on Etsy  by going here. Tomorrow we'll party like some crazy cats. Au revoir!

Ham for the holidays.

Winter is finally upon us and wow it's cold. I live in an area that goes from 90 to 40 overnight. With the sudden change in weather, it finally feels like the holiday season. It was decided that it's time to do my Thanksgiving dinner grocery shopping.

This year Thanksgiving dinner will be at my sister's house on Saturday, but I still want to do something on Thursday. So the excursion began. All I want is a small brown sugar ham. After visiting multiple grocery stores with no luck, I finally exclaimed out loud: Doesn't anybody carry personal sized hams anymore?! You know, for people with no family or loved ones? I'll take the silence as a no.

Maybe I'll start my own ham company. Ham for singles. Yeah, I like it. But I don't want to run it or anything... I'll need some cheap labor. And pigs.

Dinner with a side of sarcasm, please.

Tonight was spent stuffing myself with breadsticks, salad, and chicken alfredo. I washed it down with Tropical Sangria (although, I'm not so sure what was so Tropical about it. I'm pretty sure Sangria is supposed to have fruit it in; thank you unnamed waitress.) As if that wasn't enough, I topped it off with a cookie and coffee. My stomach already let me know its thoughts on tonight's indulgence.

It was a birthday celebration. Not mine, of course, but a good time all around. Close friends conversing and eating. We sure know how to party. We were seated in the back corner of the restaurant. As soon as we sat down we all professed how grateful we were that it was so quiet and hoped the waitress wouldn't come back too much. Can't you tell we're very lively? (And social!) 

So with the buttons on our pants about to fly off at any moment, it was time for the birthday girl to open her gifts. Makeup brushes, scarf, lotions, bought cd's, burned cd's and cash. Speaking of cash, I found a $5 bill in a huge rain puddle, in a parking lot, and decided to fish it out with my bare hands. I hope she spends it well! ;)

The night was coming to an end, so as we smoked our last cigarette we proclaimed that if life doesn't work out after all we'll just live together in a big house and adopt a bunch of children. Our goals are set high on this birthday night.

But don't fear, my dear friend, it will work out. You're the cat's meow!

Sorry boys, this one's for the ladies (& I'm sorry ladies, too!)

I'm sorry for not posting last night, as usual. Unfortunately I was having a mini-meltdown about my ovaries. Yes, I said it. My ovaries. As the expression goes, I'm not getting any younger and I still haven't met prince charming (I added the last part.) Only, my idea of prince charming is someone who will feed me and laugh at my attempt to crack jokes.

My sister and her husband recently had their first child and I guess it got me thinking that my ovaries are going to shrivel up and I'm going to miss my chance and child bearing. I think this thought might have been slightly exaggerated in my head though, considering I have at least another 8 years where I'd consider myself young enough to get started.

Oh, and I'm pretty sure this meltdown had something to do with my monthly visiter. I'm sorry, but why is it aways portrayed as some blooming flower that brings joy to the womanly species. I'd like to see a commercial that shows a woman having mood swings, gaining 10 lbs, having severe cramps, and changing her clothes 12 times because she either feels fat or she's ruined them. Sell me the product that fixes that!


If I could wear a yellow bikini and dive into a pool and start synchronize swimming, I don't think I'd need your pill (or whatever that advertisement is, you ladies know), thankyouverymuch!

Airplanes and...sinners?

Airplanes keep getting smaller and smaller these days, and fellow passengers are getting too close for comfort. I experienced this not-so-long ago while taking a trip to Michigan with my sister.

I made my sister sit in the middle seat, of course, because... well, why would I subject myself to so much discomfort? Flights are boring, so thank God I brought my mini DVD player! (Seriously, who wants to pay $5 bucks for a movie? I could redbox it for cheaper!) I chose to bring my entire collection of Sex in the City (all wrapped up in a pink suede case.) 

Everything started out so beautifully.. we were about 3 episodes in, and right in the middle of a juicy sex scene, when suddenly we were rudely interrupted by the outer edge of our airplane sandwich. Maybe she would like to join our steamy viewing. Wrong! Bible propaganda, what?! Yes, she finagled her way into handing out religious pamphlets about changing our ways. I nod, smile, take her brochures, and I'm genuinely thankful I now have a place to dispose of my over-chewed gum. 

Glancing at my sis, with one of those ok-that-was-weird looks, I un-pause our show. But wouldn't you know it, miss chatter-mouth is at it again. How many pamphlets does she travel with anyhow? Now, I'm not saying what I believe one way or another, but this is getting to be a little distracting.

Finally, silence. Un-pause. Damn, now I have a guilty conscience. The girl won. Stopping the show, my sister looks at me... I know that look. I guess it's just xanax and martinis from here until Michigan.

Dating and narcolepsy.. the not so perfect combo.

First things first. We will call him Marlo.

Things were going great... we saw each other all the time, listened to the same music, read the same books, and we both liked to eat (who doesn't, really?) It's pretty much a dream come true, and we both think so. 

But then one day it happened. I'm sitting alone at a coffee shop, waiting.. waiting... calling... waiting. I leave. Later, I get the excuse "I'm  so sorry, I fell asleep." Hmm. Ok, I rationalize with myself, he works long hours, overtime, nights.. he's tired. I'll give that to him... although it never happened before. Nevertheless, I decide to let it go and give him the benefit of the oh-so-there doubt.

Well, apparently, seeing that this works and I'm not the crazy-maniac-pre-bridezilla type, he decides this is the perfect excuse. Dinner plans = sleeping, coffee plans = sleeping, movie plans = sleeping. What are you, narcoleptic? I'm beginning to become genuinely concerned. I mean, of course it's not me! Narcolepsy's no joke, you know? Oh, but don't be alarmed, there is no medical condition to be concerned about! Me doing his taxes = awake. Homework help = awake. Lend-him-some-money = awake.

Marlo, Marlo, Marlo.. (this is the point where I run one finger over the other, making a tsk tsk noise.) The world is a big Marlo. Needless to say, I've decided not to date narcoleptics... I recommend the same.

So, who's in the mood for a good old-fashioned kidnapping story?

It's circa 2009... Blind date? I contemplate it for a few moments, doing the usual walking through the kitchen.. deciding whether I should go out, or just open the fridge and find a snack. I'm letting too much cold air out of our poorly stocked refrigerator when I decide, why not? I brush my hair, apply some shadow, gloss my lips and leave his info on a small piece of paper on the table.

I'm out of my element in his town so it's decided we will meet for coffee and then perhaps dinner. Awkward first hellos, and he tells me to get in his car and we'll head off to dinner. I was hesitant... maybe it was the busted primered car that gave it away.. but feeling judgmental about his vehicle, I decided I was being stupid and climbed in. What? We're not going to dinner? A bar? A hotel? No no no, this is not what I got myself into. "Actually, I think I'll just go home." But why isn't he stopping the car? Suddenly I'm told he's not going to let me go... At this point I was wishing I had 911 on speed dial, or one of those cat's that knows I'm in trouble and dials for me. I glance down at my purse on the floor of the car, knowing my phone is inside, and also knowing if I reach for it my only connection to anyone may be taken for me. I wonder if he has a weapon on him? Sizing him up I decide I might actually be stronger than he is. "Let me out." Silence. I'm told I don't have a choice and I'm going where he says. "Oh, is that so?" I realize that acting tough and using profanities is working pretty well, and plus this surge of adrenaline feels amazing! After some bantering, he must have decided I was too tough for him (or too boring), and decided not to murder me after all. He let's me out and now I'm on the side of a dark road in a town I don't know.

Thank God I stacked the dates that night! I call J. who I have also not met... boy am I smart or what? My hero! He saved me from this atrocious night. Coffee and ice-cream? What?! How did he know I was ready to throw myself into an emotional sugar binge. Taking separate cars was a given. I can barely understand him, but wowee he has the most gorgeous eyes. Plus, free ice-cream, I am in dreamland. This was a great turn around from the locked-in-the-car kidnapping an hour ago. After desert, he said something along the lines of, "Promise me I'll see you again."

Only now, I'm thinking that promise might not have been a good idea, since he mysteriously disappeared the next day... and received a call from his work a few days later informing me that they found his phone and I'm the last number... I guess my response to his plea to see me again should have been "Where, exactly?"

Le petit déjeuner est prêt.

Breakfast is ready indeed. This morning I was treated to a Tarte Tatin (said in my very best French accent.) 

Photography by Meg Markey

Delicious caramelized apples (les pommes), as light as air, sitting atop a thin flakey crisp crust. Il était très délicieux! Very delicious indeed. Perfectly delicate with a flavor that makes your taste-buds yum. Yes, I am using "yum" as a verb, it's the only word to describe this. A great start to a hopefully tolerable day!

Now go treat yourself... à toute à l'heure! (See you later!)

It's not so impossible.

I'm inspired by a new Sufjan Stevens song, "Impossible Soul." Although the theme of this song is not particularly light per se, I guarantee it will make you happy. Yes, I DID italicize "guarantee." Ok, brace yourself for this one; the song is 25 minutes long. Twenty-five WELL SPENT MINUTES. I'm going to go out on a limb and say it may just be the most brilliant thing I've ever heard. Sufjan has been getting some flack for his new "style" of music... but my Lord, have you heard it? Enough said. Get those earphones in (currently listening via Bose), and give this a listen!

Within the first few minutes you will hear 
"Seems I got it wrong, I was chasing after something that was gone
To the black of night, now I know it's not what I wanted at all
You said something like, "All you want is all the world for yourself"
But all I want is the perfect love, though I know it's small, I want love for us all." 

And by minute 14 (yes, you really are only a few minutes over half way through), begins a set of lyrics that you CANNOT HELP but sing along with. Something along the lines of this 

"It's a long life only one last chance
couldn't get much better
do you wanna dance
it's a good life
better pinch yourself
is it possible? is it possible?

boy we can do much more together
better get a life get a life get a life

It's not so impossible!"

I omitted some of the repeated lines for the obvious reason of length. I have yet to listen to this song without bursting out in a full on geeked-out smile at this point in the song.

It ends on a much more somber note, however. I will not spoil the ending. Just listen, it's really the best thing you can do for yourself. I suggest headphones, coffee, and...dancing? Just like the iPod billboards. So don't forget to wear all black and have a hot pink or lime green wall available. ;)

All of this to say, I am completely in an inspired-wonderstruck-awe filled state of amazement. 

Conversely, this song does bring to the forefront of my mind the image of losing our way in life, loving selfishly, and whole-heartedly. In the words of Stevens himself, it is an "intense, emotional, psychotherapy experiment." But I think this discussion is for another night. There is too much to say right now, so...listen to the song! Get on board! Put down the pop rock, hard metal, mass produced radio-ready music and go out on a limb...

Photography by Meg Markey

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Bonne Nuit!

I'm laying in bed, ready to call it a night. But, I'm listening to my all time favorite album "Jacksonville City Nights" by Ryan Adam, and I couldn't resist sharing some truly great music with you. 

"Dear John"

I got a house full of walls
And utility bills, every Monday the company calls
I got a nice bed to sleep on
And a chest of drawers, where I keep those dreams of yours

Cause you're always mine to keep when you're gone
Two silvers rings, one's on my finger and the other one's gone
Went underground with you, oh John

Ten years pass
And I ended up with a house full of cats
But most of them went missing
Through that window you never fixed, the door you never latched

But you were on your way out the last time...

Cause you are always mine to keep when you're gone
Two silvers rings, one's on my finger and the other one's gone
Went underground with you, oh John

I knew what you were doing
That summer when Candie came around
But I had too much hurt to bother you
When we lost our first child I thought a little pain was overdue

And I wanted you so bad...

Cause you are always mine to keep when you're gone
Two silvers rings, one's on my finger and the other one's gone
Went underground with you, oh John

I miss you
I miss you

Top left to right: CAT POWER (You are Free), RYAN ADAMS (Gold). Bottom left to right: THE SHINS (Chutes too Narrow), RYAN ADAMS (Jacksonville City Nights), and SUFJAN STEVENS (Michigan)

If you haven't heard one (or any) of these albums, I strongly encourage you to check them out! They are amazing. You can find links to some mp3s on Amazon.com from these under "My Favorites" to your right :)

Goodnight, All.

Mockup!

Well, as you can imagine, when you start a new project or craft... and especially when it has sewing involved, there are many unforeseen issues that might arise. I'm currently making Cat Ornaments for the holidays, and I had a few problems I stumbled across. Did you know you can't sew through hot glue? What a mess! Also, probably not a good idea to attach long wire whiskers prior to hitting the sewing machine.. let's just say this was grounds for a very awkward experience. Nevertheless... I almost finished my sample, and now I know what to differently for the next one :)

Exhibit A:

Unfinished Cat Ornament

 Don't you want your favorite kitty cat turned into an ornament? :) Just ask. Or visit etsy.com in the near future, as I will be listing sets soon.

So, here is a very rough mock-up of one of the Mew members. Coming soon :)

Cat plush mock-up

I can't wait 'til these are finished! Who doesn't want a cuddly purr? Am I right or what! ;) As for now, I have to get back to the daily grind.. work, work, work. Now that's the Cat's Meow!

Whirlwind!

Well fellow internetees... Today has been a crazy whirlwind of doing early Christmas shopping and crafting. I'm currently working on a secret little craft soon to be sold on etsy.com. Don't worry, you'll get a sneak preview... hopefully tonight if I don't burn all the midnight oil!

What better way to start?

...than with a photo of my cats. Meet Chloe & Levi. They're beautiful healthy 4 (and a half! if you ask them..) year olds. I adopted them from a shelter when they were only 4 weeks old, and they have proved to be full of spunk. Who knew kitties could develop such distinct personalities? Chloe is trés petite. She has tiny delicate features and a soft voice which I wouldn't really call a meow. Every sound that comes out of her mouth sounds like a question. She often very softly reaches out her paw and places it on my arm. Levi is a lean 12 lbs. His favorite hobby is eating. If you look at him sideways he begins purring. Official title: Mister Levi.

I would hardly call this blog a "cat blog" although, you may hear interesting anecdotes about them from time to time. This is more of a journey; a living novel, if you will. You can expect to encounter office horror stories, diet yo-yo-ing, dating atrocities, unemployment woes, new beginnings and a developing self. I invite you to take this journey with me. The commitment? Well, none. But I'd be grateful if you accompany me through 365 days in my shoes. (This includes asking questions about what you want to hear more of, as well..)

So I begin this journey with an introduction to my kitties...because, after all, they are The Cat's Meow. ;)