Happy Halloweenie!*

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I brought the dog into our marriage, my husband brought the cat. Interestingly enough, our cat thinks he’s a dog**. He likes to bark at strangers (when he’s not in Scaredy Cat mode, that is), he eats his brother’s kibble, canned food and dog treats whenever he can, and he likes to play with plush dog toys.

In many other ways, he’s all cat. He goes crazy for turkey or tuna. He insists that if you’re opening a can, any can, that it’s for him. He will search out boxes and bags and will do whatever it takes to squeeze himself inside. In fact, he’s all about hiding inside or under things, but when he hears me freaking out because I can’t find him, he’ll pop out with a meow to let me know he’s here.

Sadly, I’m allergic to cats. Mind you, we don’t let him know this. I don’t get sneezy and luckily I can control it with Zrytec. But let me tell you, when I forgot to take it my entire body, head to toes will start to itch. You’ll see me attacking my hair, my neck, my boobs and my thighs they itch so much. Then I take the meds and within the hour, all is well.

The point of my post…I’m allergic to cats, but boy howdy do I love out little guy!

 

* I just wanted the chance to use this picture – it really has NOTHING to do with Halloween – isn’t he handsome and autumnal though?

 

** Mind you, the dog loves cat treats and will roll around the catnip toys forever and a day.


Crap! Make that Wet Crap!

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Not that this is breaking news, but my neighbors just ran their sprinklers.

And thanks to a wayward sprinkler head, all of my clean clothes that were probably already dry drying outside my kitchen door are all soaking wet!

Man, apartment living…nothing beats it.

Tramps Like Us (and other random thoughts)

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I have so much to say, but no real desire to sit down and say it.  So instead, I’ll torment you with a slew of random thoughts…

* Having to go to a laundromat is bad enough (stupid rentals in SoCal with no laundry facilities!).  But to have the damn machines rip you off is just wrong!  So very wrong.  It cost me $8 to do two (super) loads of laundry that normally only cost $4.  And of course, the owner wasn’t around *grr*

* I put the Halloween shirt on the pupster today, you know, to get him in the spirit and all that jazz…but he’s just not happy about it.  Instead, he keeps rubbing up against things to try to remove it.

* I’m one of those wives…you know, the ones that shop for their husbands.  Well, my hubby is famous for deciding that he doesn’t like something long after the return period.   I do my best to hang onto the receipts, but this doesn’t always work.  In fact, I got blackballed from Mervyn’s my first year living with him because I returned too many (of his) things without receipts.  And now, I can’t seem to find the receipt for the damn backpack he made me buy for him.  I’ll just have to keep looking, but at least it was on clearance for only $12.

* I was really, really hoping for a new camera before my trip to Albuquerque this weekend.  My little Canon Powershot A520 has been quite good to me, but lately, the lens cap thingie doesn’t always want to open.  So I mentioned it to the hubby, and I kinda had the okay to get a new one.  But then, well, the lens cap thingie started working just fine.  So I’ve decided to give up my dream of a new camera.  Maybe he’ll get me one for Christmas (though if he had his way, I’d just use his original Nikon D70 – but it’s not small enough to fit in my purse and sometimes, that’s what matters!)

* I still can’t get over how weird Sting looked at Herbie’s tribute.  I mean really, who in the world wears brown casual shoes with a black jacket and pants (no, not a suit)?  And why in the world is Chris Botti’s jacket so damn shiny???  Herbie looks good, no?

* And speaking of Sting and Chris Botti…rumor has it there might be a three way going on with wife Trudie.  Strange youtube video as support of said rumor. 

* And on the topic of the Herbie/Monk thing…I just don’t get Joni Mitchell.  Am I missing something?  Or am I just too young?  She tells these stories through songs, but really, they’re not like songs at all.  When I hear her name, all I can think of is the Emma Thompson character in Love Actually.

* And speaking of Love Actually, I still have no idea where that damn movie disappeared to.  I’ve torn the house apart and it’s just not here.  I guess I’ll need to trade in some CDs so I can get a new copy.  Let’s face it, it’s a good movie.

* My medication is kicking in and I feel a thousand times better.  Believe it or not, I can actually drive over the hill and not get totally clogged up.

In closing…the Bruce show was a little disappointing.  Keep in mind, I’m not a big fan, so the older, more obscure stuff was lost on me.   It looked like the fans really loved the show – lots of singing, lots of dancing and lots of fist pumping (my shoulder still hurts from Bad Lands) – and things sounded great.  It’s just hard to get so pumped for a show where out of 2.5 hours of music, I only knew like 6 songs!  Kind of sad.  I loved the Rising tour (saw him twice) and I really enjoyed his folksy stuff from last summer, but this show just didn’t do it for me.  So much so that both M & I decided that neither of us wanted to go again tonight (we thought we’d have to fight it out between the two of us to see who got to go tonight).  The hubby was able to get rid of the ticket though, so no worries.

The Day After

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Well, I had hoped to do a bit of a recap on the Monk Institute/Herbie Hancock tribute show from last night (well, beyond my um…drunken post, that is), but I just don’t feel like it.  I guess the lesson here is that drinking lots (and lots) of wine in a pretty short amount of time makes for a lazy day after.  Luckily, as the hubby likes to say, good wine doesn’t give you a hangover, only bad wine.  So no, I’m not hung over, I’m just feeling lazy.

What I will post about is how beautiful the skies have been lately.  After all the smoke and smog from the past couple weeks, it’s just the most amazingly clear blue sky.  You know, complete with the wispy, billowy kind of clouds (that I believe are classified as cirrus).  Sadly, the city itself is engulfed in smog (the view from Mulholland is just nasty).  But over here in the SFV, I’m telling you, it’s just beautiful.

Tonight I have night one of Bruuuuce.  We’ll be heading over with our friends (that we hung out with last night as well).  They were able to get us tickets, but we’re not sure where the seats are.  Tomorrow it’s just the hubby and I hanging out in general admission. Can’t say that I’m a fan of GA seats, but then again, I doubt we’d spend all that much time sitting to begin with.

That said, who knows what tomorrow’s blog will bring. But that’s half the fun, right?

Post While Intoxicated…

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Just out of curiosity, do these type of posts count towards NaBloPoMo (dam that’s hoard as hell to write while inebriated).  Im just wonderin’.  For what it’s worth…the show kicked ass and the after-party was awesome.  Really, wine is quite lovely, but free wine is even better still.  And  cupcakes.  What a fun dessert.  Okay, no more drunk posting…you guys just don’t know me that well.

PS – I love it when the hubby can play DD.  Woohoo!

It’s All in the Brows

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I haven’t regularly tweezed my own brows for at least 3 or so years now.  I loved how quick and easy it was to get them waxed.  I’d make an appointment to get my hair done and while I was there, my brows as well.  Then I started on Retin A which left me without being able to wax.

So I can either go back to tweezing or try my hand at threading.  For the most part, threading works just fine.  But sadly, it hurts like a mofo.  With plenty of things going on over the next two weeks I was all prepared to get threaded.  Then I remembered the pain.  I decided that I just wasn’t in the mood for it and tweezed away.

It doesn’t look nearly as nice,  not nearly as polished.  But it’ll do.  And I was able to survive with very little pain.  This to me is a good thing – even if I am just a chicken shit.

Those Hollywood Nights

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I am so cool you just have no idea.  No really.  I mean who else would spend a good five hours hanging out in West Hollywood with their husband either waiting in the car while he runs back and forth from the office to Sam Ash, to the office to Sam Ash, to dinner at Canter’s and then back to the office?!?  To say nothing of the fact that  I seriously spent the last 1.5 – 2 hours of that going “can you hear me now?” or “test 1, 2, 3” or “la la la la” while he tried to get the phone and the mics and the soundboard to all work.  Only to have it all end with it not working correctly after all.

Do we have live the hip Hollywood lifestyle or what?  I’m going with “or what.”  The things I do for love.  Can you hear me now?

Blah (and other random shit)

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For starters, I’m on some awesome meds for my sinus infection (as I thought). They’re doing a killer job so far and I actually feel so much better. Too bad I still feel like crap because, well, um…I’m sick. Yeah, leave it to me to forget that part. I’ve been feeling blah all day today and just now got up from a two hour nap. And while it’s nice to be able to wake up without half of your head totally congested, it’s still blah.

My landlord (and the house next to us) have been have been working on their homes for the past couple months. For the most part, one or the other have been making crazy loud and obnoxious noises far too early for my comfort level (they’re sharing the handyman guy so he’s either at one place or the other). We can’t really complain though since for the most part they’re following the noise variances (he screwed up last Sunday, but I think my landlord set him straight) just unfortunately, we tend to not to to bed before 1:00AM (closer to 3:00AM for the hubby), so 7:30AM comes far too early for our tastes. It sucks when you’re going on 2 weeks straight of noise right outside our bedroom window. So blah.

Tonight is the night where the hubby hangs out in Oakland for the Bruce show. As I mentioned previously, he’s a bit of a fan (me, not so much), so this is really just one of three shows he’ll be attending. He was just too cute when he sent me out to track down a backpack that would hold his MacBook so he didn’t have to check any sort of luggage or anything (no, he can’t leave his computer behind even for one note he tells me and no, my iBook won’t do). Tonight it will therefore be just me and the boys. Of course, this will mean that the pupster will be left barking at every, slight noise he hears since the hubby won’t be here. Luckily I have to wake up early-ish for book club tomorrow morning anyway so I don’t have to worry about said pupster or said racket waking me prematurely. Blah.

I will say that it was great to have my car back. After a week+ of the dreaded Civic I’m thrilled to be reunited with my baby (which, of all things is an Elantra so it’s not like we’re talking high class or high quality here, just not a dreaded Civic). And of course, driving around, it just reminded me that I need new brakes as well. Blah.

I’m supposed to do CPK for dinner tonight with my friend (one the hubby’s closest friends) while he’s away for the night. I’m thinking that maybe we might should head over to Crumbs for some much needed cupcake relief. Not that it’s anywhere near CPK mind you, but at least they’re open late.

And now, I must go find something else to do to break me out of my blahs. Man, this thing was riddled with medicine-headed typos. Oh well. Happy Friday to you all.

Doctor Doctor!

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Last month I had a pretty nasty sinus infection.  It wasn’t necessarily the sinus infection itself that was painful, it was the fact that my entire head was congested.  I went to the World’s Greatest Doctor (really, we love her) and she gave me some meds to fix me up.  Mostly, because I was leaving for Vegas in a few days – she assumed I was flying and didn’t want me to get my ears messed up…again.  Thing is, we drove and sadly, I was still in major pain (how could I forget the mountains we’d be driving through).  Luckily, our hotel room was only on the 8th floor and there wasn’t a high speed elevator involved.

The point of all this…I’m still sick.  Sadly, I’m back to being horribly congested with an oh, so fun post-nasal drip (at least this time my lungs seem to be fine).  I honestly feel like a toddler in that I’m constantly pulling at my ears or rubbing along my jaw it bothers me enough.  Of course all of this sinus pressure and congestion seems to bring on the migraines.  Maybe I should schedule some acupuncture as well.  And on top of all this,  I’m flying in a week (and then again 3 days after we return).

I’ve got an appointment with Dr. Wonderful in a bit and something tells me that this time around I’ll be getting a much stronger dose (we went with the lowest dose last time).  So of course, I must remember to eat plenty of yogurt *sigh*  Man, I hate being sick, especially around vacation time.  I’m sure all this smog from the fires has only helped to make things worse.

Blah!