May 23, 2011

I Knew She Was Stubborn...

The cat stopped eating her dry food one day. Literally, one day she was eating it and the next day she just stopped. And it was the day after I bought a whole new bag of cat food. But of course! Her weight has dropped and I can feel all of her bones. Her energy and personality are both the same. She still eats her wet food so I'm not concerned about her appetite and all ensuing health problems associated with it. I asked my dad for some advice and he suggested grinding her dry food into smaller bits to see if she eats it then. Then that would simply mean her teeth hurt in her old age. And that's nothing to worry about.

Fluffy is getting up to twelve years old at this point. For her to still have the energy she used to have is really great. I just wish she wasn't so crotchety. Since she stopped eating the dry food- and I'm still giving her the same amount of wet food because she eats that so fast she pukes it up. Now that I type that I've noticed she's stopped puking. I can't believe it took me that long to realize. And I know the dry food isn't totally to blame because she puked everything up. Maybe just eating less is good for her. Just like losing weight contributes to less acid reflux. I'm still going to try and get her to eat some dry food. That way she won't be hungry if we're gone overnight.

May 18, 2011

Jam Session

Lately I've been buying music as once off songs. Though I understand that's the way the music industry is going I don't have to like it. I used to spend most of my expendable income on buying whole albums of new artists. Sometimes I would get a real gem; find an artist or a band and follow them for years. Most times I would enjoy a one-time treat and that was that. I'm not as much as a musical serial monogamist as I'd like to think I am. That's why most of my iPod is singles. I don't much care for it. It's easy to forget how artists still plan a whole listening experience with their albums. So lately I've been buying whole albums- yes on iTunes but since I don't drive a car the iPod and my smart phone are my musical modus operandi- and I've been really lucking out on what I've been buying.

I caught Ellie Goulding on SNL last week and I was intrigued. I liked her first song on the show so much I had an idea I would like all of her stuff. She's a British, dance-electonica-pop sounding pixie. And that's pretty much a guarantee that I'll like her. She sang "Lights" on the show but I've been taking turns loving and playing each song on hour long repeats. This morning was "This Love:"

Right? Totes awesome.

The other album I've been spazzing over is Raphael Saadiq's new musical offering Stone Rollin'. I've been following his career since he was rocking my seventh grade world as a third of Tony! Toni! Toné! (In writing this I proceeded to serenade Mike with various offerings off their last album. "Lay Your Head on My Pillow" and "If I Had No Loot" made appearances. He LOVED it.) I followed Saadiq to Lucy Pearl- his collaboration with one of the En Vogue singers and some other dude. Loved that album so much it totally bums me out that they broke up after making it. Too much awesome I suppose. Anywhoodle. Stone Rollin' has a wonderful '60s throw back sound. And the eponymous single is about a full bottomed woman- something I appreciate. You know because I am one... Of course there aren't many in the video but whatever.

So I may not spend so much time or money in the stores on physical CDs or records. But I'm finding my way back to the music. And it feels good.

May 9, 2011

Can't We Share?

Man! I forgot how much joy riding my bike brings me. I had a lovely, lovely ride to work today. The sun was shining, the blossoms were fragrant and the breeze helped me forget I was sweating. But I forgot a few things since my last bike commute in the Fall.

  1. Think you smell a ginormous, neighborhood-wide skunk spray? You don't. More people than you could imagine smoke the weed while driving. It's terrifying. And makes me hungry.
  2. Motorists hate bicyclists. Just a fact. They don't give you enough room to ride on the road let alone to avoid getting hit by a parked car's opening door. And they honk at you for no reason startling you from your concentration. School buses are the least forgiving. City buses? Surprisingly cool.
  3. All potholes are located in the exact location that's safe enough to stay out of traffic and out of the way of the parked cars. I get long-lasting, jarring headaches all the time from hitting some pretty intense, otherwise avoidable potholes.
  4. Pedestrians are just as douchey as motorists. They forget that they are supposed to treat bikes like any other oncoming traffic. And in the same vein, other bicyclists who don't follow the traffic laws and ride around like their the king of the cross-walk/sidewalk are also just as douchey. I almost t-boned a dude today who didn't care I was coming at a faster speed than he and that his slowing me down put me dangerously in the way of oncoming traffic.
  5. Every ride is a dance with Death. See above.
There are plenty of drivers who give me more than enough room on the road. And I wish I could thank them. But for every one of them, there are at least three who make me want to wave the finger at them because they are so close to clipping me. And if you read any local blog forums concerning making the area more bike friendly, it gets unnecessarily, incredibly heated. All because motorists don't want to share the road. It's not hard. Plenty of motorists do it with no problems.

May 7, 2011

Random Fact #1

In high school I pledged my virginity to Jesus. A friend offered me a ride to school one morning and in my excitement to not ride the bus I took her up on the offer. Didn't even think twice about it. Once we got to school I discovered it was a Christian school group full of teenagers pledging that they would wait until marriage. They wrote their names onto a small piece of paper, propped them up with plastic forks and then put the forks into the ground. It was a little graveyard where teenage trysts went to die. Not wanting to look like an asshole, I participated, the whole while realizing how dumb and meaningless the whole exercise was. At least to me.

I Scored a Winner

This post, and public praise, is long overdue. A few weeks ago my mother came to visit. Since the only day I have off is Sunday, she was going to fly in on Saturday while I was at work and then she and I could hang from Saturday night until I had to get to work at 3pm on Monday. Well. As Fate would have it my office had a training session and I had to be at work at 9am that Monday and still work my evening shift- leaving me with only an hour between shifts to see my mom. Mom was a good sport about it and came to see us anyway. I was worried about what she was going to do on Monday to kill time while I was at work until she could have dinner/lunch with me. Mike took care of that problem like the champion he is. Without any prompting from me.

Mike picked my mother up at 11:30am on Saturday and proceeded to have lunch with her and take her to a movie. Then they came to the Arts Center and checked out the galleries until I closed up at 5. Of course, a class that was scheduled to end at 4pm didn't really end until 5:30pm. Though we were all annoyed, the mood remained upbeat and off to the pub we went. Then on Sunday we did touristy stuff until my book club at 6 that night. Thankfully it was meeting at an apartment just behind us and Mike told me to just go- he knows how much I love my book club- he'd play Scrabble or something with my mom. Then Sunday night Mike decided he was going to take Monday off so he could keep my mother company. (And this required a little school scramble to plan for subs and provided an almost certain guarantee that he would have to put up with my mother's awful Internet habit. And she still doesn't know how to use the Internet.) On Monday I ended up having more time off between the training session and my shift so I was able to have a nice long lunch with them at home. Therefore he didn't have ten unadulterated hours with her. And he didn't have to log innumerable hours playing Scrabble with her. He would have done it if it came down to that, but thankfully, it didn't.

Spending time with my mother can be a lot of fun but many, many times it's frustrating and when things don't go as planned it only gets more difficult. I would never have asked him to do deal with this tough situation on his own. But do that he did. And he didn't complain once. That weekend went off with nary a fight all thanks to him. I am one lucky, lucky lady.