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Written Not Typed. Campfire Not Curry.

Summer — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 15:00:08 +0000

Over the weekend I did something I have not done in quite a while — I wrote in my journal. This is something I used to do fairly often, but since I started blogging I’ve been neglectful, which really isn’t right because there are a lot of things I choose not to say in this open-to-the-world-Grandma-reads-my-blog forum that I can say in my private hand written I-hope-my-sister-remembers-to-burn-after-I-die journal.

I was talking to ED about writing in my journal and he said “your blog?” and I was all “no, my actual hand written journal” and we laughed about the need to clarify between the two. But I guess a lot of things in the English language need clarification at times; it’s how you choose to clarify that counts.

For example (and I can feel the hate mail coming already – good thing I haven’t gotten around to posting my contact information yet), when we are talking about going out to dinner, sometimes ED will ask me, “hey babe, how do you feel about Indian food tonight?” and I’ll say, “campfire or curry?” and he will laugh and say “curry of course!” because it’s funny! IT’S FUNNY!

Lesson of the day: life should not be taken to seriously.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Please do not report me for animal abuse

Summer — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Truly, I had the best of intentions. You see, I have been getting my cat Aurora shaved 1 to 2 times per year for the past, oh I don’t know, 4 years. I started out taking her to a vet/groomer where my best friend Jenn worked at the time. They would sedate her and she would wake up looking like a lion. It was awesome! But after Jenn left the vet and the “friends and family” discount was gone, we decided to start shaving Aurora as well as Jenn’s cats on our own.

For some reason last night was the night that I felt she HAD to be shaved. Only problem was, Jenn has the fancy-shmancy professional clippers and she was not available. So I decided to pick up a pair and give it a whirl myself, and by myself I actually mean with the help of Karina the Russian.
I know I look evil in this picture… But believe me, we are both MUCH happier when she is shaved. I get to de-hair my place and she gets loved a whole lot more due to the fact that I don’t get a handful of hair every time I pet her.
Truth be told I’m lucky my neighbors didn’t call to complain once we got started. Cats are not easy to wrestle, even if they love you, they do not want to be restrained (go figure). Ultimately I think the problem was that I only spent $35 on clippers. They gave out about 2 strokes into the hair cut.
But we kept on trying…

Poor kitty looks like a cross between a chemo patient and a road kill victim. I feel like the mom who cuts her kids hair crooked and makes them go to school anyway. Good thing she’s a cat and can’t feel embarrassment or she might hate me forever.
I sent this picture to Jenn and she felt sorry for my cat and is coming over tomorrow to help me finish shaving her.
Thank god for friends who are willing to help you shave your… cat.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

*Please note that I did not make one dirty joke throughout this post. I’ll leave that for you.

Here goes something

Summer — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 15:00:00 +0000

So my good friend Sarah encouraged me to check out or rather sign up for the Grace in Small Things website. She told me it is great for when you don’t have anything “good” to blog about. So I thought, sure, why not? I’ll check it out. I looked at it and I’m still not really sure what it is all about, but it encourages you to write about 5 positive things everyday and claims it will send you “challenges” every day. Don’t worry, I won’t really be doing that – except for this post. Not because I have nothing to write about, but because I’ve had a stressful day and I think a little forced positivity never hurt anyone… at least not seriously… that I know of.

Here we go! 5 Positive Things!

1. My cat. God I sound pathetic but she is rubbing against me right now (she hates when I ignore her) and it is really sweet, plus her fur is soft against my leg.

2. I get to see the boyfriend like 4 or 5 times this week! Normally we restrict it to 2 – 3 nights per week. OK restrict is the wrong word… it’s just that we are both so busy and both have school so that is about all we can fit in. But not this week! I played hookie from school last night to do homework so he came over and he is actually on his way over as I write this. So this week is looking good!

3. As I was cleaning up and organizing my filing box last weekend, shredding old stuff and what not, I came across the most horrible sight! About 4 years ago, when I was still married, I had let myself go and was probably 15 lbs heavier than I am right now. In an effort to get motivated, my ex-husband and I took pictures of ourselves in swimsuits from all angles as well as wrote down our body measurements. Why in the world I still have these pictures I have no idea. They are incredibly disturbing to look at BUT seeing them made me appreciate how far I have come as well as realizing that I never want to look like that again! PLUS, of course I had to measure myself to see what I am now and I am like 2-3″ smaller in most areas! Hells yeah!

4. HEROES! I am so totally addicted to this show. The boyfriend and I keep renting the DVDs and staying up until 1 to watch them. It is not great for the sex life but DAMN are they good! We are midway through season two and although I have been watching all of season 3 simultaneously it is so cool to get caught up on what I have missed. Yeah, I know I am a dork, but my Dad raised me to like comic book type shows.

5. Last but not least, writing. I was thinking about it a lot today and I do a lot of writing. I am sure right now you are thinking that it doesn’t show because my grammar and punctuation is always off, but I really do dammit! For work, for school, for myself and for you lovely Internet. I absolutely love it. It is a release and a chore. It helps define me as well as challenge me. Without it I’d probably end up in a mental institution talking to myself.

Whew! So that wasn’t so bad right? I feel more positive and healthy (mentally) already. I don’t know what “challenges” this Grace in Small Things will throw my way next, but don’t be surprised if the good ones end up on here occasionally.

Peace out!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Dating Like A Man

Summer — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:00:00 +0000

The great thing about having single girlfriends is that they read a lot of relationship books. It saves me time to just get the cliff-notes from them instead of actually reading the books myself. Anyway, Karina the Russian has been reading this book about how to “Date Like A Man”. As you can imagine, about half of it is good and half of it is crap. Things like “Men like blow jobs” or “Men don’t like to be nagged” make me think the author must be queen of No Shit or something. But there are a few areas where she actually redeems herself. For example, she recommends writing a list of all of the qualities you want in a man, like successful, driven, good with kids, artistic, handsome, blah and blah, THEN take a look at the list and ask yourself if you have the same characteristics. If you want a successful-driven-good with kids-artistic-handsome-blah-blah man, then you yourself need to have those same characteristics. Which totally makes sense because what brilliant catch of a man is looking to find a dull lifeless unmotivated jobless chick. I mean even in Hollywood they don’t stretch that far. Millionaire and street hooker, yes. But she was super motivated and a good person. Anyway, I’m rambling, but you get my point, right? Right.

The author also recommends dating 4 men at the same time until you choose one to be serious with, oh and you shouldn’t be serious with anyone until you have been dating for about a year. HELLO!!! Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? That sounds like a whole lot of work. Are you supposed to take notes at the end of every date to keep track of who says what? I mean I can juggle 2, maybe 3 when I am on my “A game” but right now I work full time and I am in school. I can barely find time to eat, yet alone date when I am in school. The past month has been fun because I did date a bit, but now, I guess only the dedicated persistent souls will survive, which I fear could be none.

The price of higher education – singleness.

Blogfully yours,

Summer