it's not just me

why do i always end up with expensive, high-maintenance cats? i know it's not just me, because our pet sitter is having huge medical issues with her two cats. but still. she thinks it's because the cats need people like us who are willing to spend money on their pets. i think i have shitty luck falling in love with problem cats. mox is on the mend now, but she hates her wet food. and flynn spent all last night scratching on the door where we keep her food because he knew something good was in there. my shoulder is fine now, but my neck feels like i have whiplash. i think it's because i was overcompensating (or it could be the four-mile walk/run on the treadmill yesterday), but if it's still this bad tomorrow, i'm going back to dr. magale so i don't have to suffer through the weekend. why is it that tuesday felt like thursday but today feels like wednesday? i'm all screwed up.

ouch!

mox has crystals in her bladder and i have a pulled muscle in my shoulder. together we make quite a pair. luckily, i saw dr. magale this morning for my shoulder and she saw dr. elliot last night (looong night at the vet waiting for her to produce urine, finally got to take her home at midnight). she's now on wet food, which she doesn't like, and which makes flynn jealous because her wet food smells better than his does. at least the vet techs loved her because she's so sweet, unlike flynn who got a red card, which basically means you're an asshole to everyone. although, i have to cut him some slack, because he did get his penis removed, after all. but he's always cranky pants at the vet. and now he won't even go near mox because she smells like the vet. he hisses at her whenever she tries to get near him. at least maybe now he won't chase her and beat her up for a while.mike decided that instead of taking this thursday off, he's going to take next tuesday off. either way, we're definitely trying fox and goose for breakfast. i've been there before ages ago on, of all things, a breakfast date. but mike's never been. i like that they offer free-range eggs and tofu scrambles. yum!i ran over to payless shoes this morn and scored two pairs of really cute sandals for san diego. both for $25, as it was buy one get the second pair for half off, and the second pair were already on sale. fashionable, yet thrifty!

here we go again

now that we've finally got flynn squared away (knock on wood) moxie is having pee issues, so i'm back to the vet this morning to see what's up with her. which i'm sure will cost a minimum $200 and probably more. next time around, i'm getting pet health insurance!i was thinking about my all-time favorite movies last night, because i noticed that on netflix i tend to give a lot of movies good stars and that doesn't necessarily mean they are all my favs, just that i liked them at the time i saw them. so here are my top five:1. secretary2. donnie darko3. panic4. amelie5. my life without meironically, all except amelie are pretty depressing. if i were to rank tv shows (past or present), they would have to be:1. buffy2. felicity3. my so-called life4. six feet under5. sex and the city/the l word (tie)books would be harder, but here goes:1. after you'd gone2. the dogs of babel3. high fidelity4. sight hound5. the runaway juryi could make top-five lists all day...

don't try this at home...

after my lovely hour-and-a-half massage on tuesday, i went to the co-op to get some powdered magnesium, which is supposed to help calm my tight muscles. got home and whipped up a frothy soy milk/magnesium drink, and two hours later, and for the following 24+ hours, was experiencing what i like to call faucet ass. needless to say, not the best valentine's day mood. and of course, this morning i did some research and found out that while magnesium does help calm muscles, it need to be introduced into the diet gradually so as to avoid g.i. distress. gee, ya think?i can't believe this month is almost over and in basically two weeks we'll be in so cal partying with sally! she finished radiation on friday, and then she will have a couple of weeks to recoup before we get there. she sent me the cutest medallion from sundance yesterday as a valentine's day gift (god, mike and i don't even give each other v-day gifts anymore!) and the sweetest card, which of course made me tear up. i'm sure our weekend down there will be a laugh/cry fest. i know mike is gonna bawl as soon as he sees her bald head. always gets him.

late night

tonight we're going to see mike's fav bob mould at harlow's and the concert doesn't even start until 9pm, and there's an opener. needless to say, we're hitting capitol garage for coffee before the concert, because that's the only way i will be able to stay awake. and i'm going to miss the l word, so i will have to dvr it and probably watch it when we get home, since it's impossible for me to go right to bed after a concert, even a mellow one. i got us presale tix for death cab when they come to sac mext month, and thank god they're the opener so we can bail after them, since that concert's also on a school night. last week was nuts. after the termite discovery, we had an inspection and then on thursday they came and put the traps everywhere around the outside of the house. i hope it works, but we won't know for a couple of months. then yesterday we went to office max and spent crap loads of money on office stuff i needed, like a real office phone and headset for when i do my interviews, and a file cabinet that won't fall apart, plus odds and ends. all i need now is the crate & barrel bookcase i have my eye on and i'll be set. now i just need to get ready for when we get our taxes done, and things will be grand.

south

i'm already so excited for our quick trip to san diego next month to see sally and celebrate her end of treatment. and to see cynthia and john and my boys johnnie and jake. cynthia is one of those women i wish my friends (storygoil and amy esp) could meet because she's so cool and hip and liberal and outspoken. she didn't even start having kids until she was over 40, and she had her first before she married john. in fact, i met her right before she was pregnant with johnnie and that was over 9 years ago. time flies. anyway, she and john used to live in a huge house in midtown and they had me house-sit when they went on vaca, and she had a huge wall-size poster of pulp fiction on one wall, and day of the dead stuff everywhere, and cute colors and fabrics on the furniture, and madonna and depeche mode cds, and i remember thinking she was pretty hip for her age. and now she's 50-something and still looks exactly the same as when i met her and still dresses cute and funky. and still talks the same and cracks me up. she calls me julie-et because people used to think my last name was et. we used to crack up so much at work, and she was a big-wig even then but still used to have fun. one of the best bosses i've ever had, that's for sure. this afternoon our house is going to be inspected for bugs--more specifically, termites. although we know we have them, we're going ot find out how extensive the infestation is. we're expecting the worst...

buggin'

we have termites. mike was sitting on the purple chair watching tv and noticed the paint bubbling on the wall where we have some painted-over wood paneling, so he touched the wall and it felt squishy. so he called me in to point it out to me, and we pulled the chair away from the wall, and there were more huge bubbles where the wall was squishy, so we poked into one, and there were termites all over the frickin place. they are so disgusting. we have a bug guy coming out tomorrow to see how extensive the damage is (please oh please let it be contained to that one section of the wall) and then we'll know what we're dealing with. so we had to tape up the holes and i was so grossed out that i washed every stitch of bedding on our bed, dust ruffle and comforter included. thank god our room is at the other end of the house, but i'm still grossed out. the termites have ruined the purple chair for me. i will never feel the same way about it again. i increased my weights yesterday and now i have a muscle pull right in between my shoulder blades that's killing me. mike kept pounding on it during the game yesterday to try to loosen it up, but no luck. good thing i see dr. magale this week and flo next week, so i know there's a light at the end of the pain tunnel.we skipped the gym this morning because mike was up so late last night working, so i even got my run out of the way already for the week. by thursday when i see the chiro, i'll be done with my hard workouts, and then the neck popping and back cracking will be that much better.

quote

risk everything! care no more for the opinions of others. act for yourself. face the truth. ~ Katherine Mansfield

acceptable behavior

is it ok not to like (most of) your husband's friend's wives? is that illegal? i guess the more important question is: can mike deal live with the fact that i don't like most of them? i've never been in a clique or sorority, and i don't plan to start now. it's not that they're not nice (or most of them), it's just that we have nothing in common and i really don't care to try to find some small shred of commonality to be able to facilitate small talk once or twice a year when i see them. i guess that makes me a bad person.

what it all boils down to

in light of (or should i say in spite of) the state of the union address last night, i had to laugh (and then gab my pen and paper to write down) the following two bumper stickers i saw today:when fascism comes to america, it will be wrapped in a flag and carrying a crossthe last time people listened to a bush they wandered in the desert for 40 yearswhy can't i come up with shit like that?! i still love the mixed reactions i get when i wear my "the only bush i trust is my own" tank top (thanks to bodyasbillboard.com).