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5.31.2005,5/31/2005 10:26:00 AM
Our Furry Children, part 2
Okay, okay, so I originally said I would get to BlackJack and Kino on Friday, but, things got crazy at work (as usual). So, on with the show...

BlackJack and Kino are littermates--DH adopted them as tiny little kittens. Apparently Kino's name was originally Muncher (hee hee) so it was changed, thank goodness.

We like to call them "The Ninjas" or "The Sharks" because they are sneaky little things. They are sweet, but, since they were raised by a group of rowdy boys they have grown up to be rowdy as well. Let's start with Kino...

Kino is a skinny little bolt of lightning, all black with a white spot on his chest. He is the ham of the group and loves to show off. We have an open concept house with plant ledges in the living room and kitchen areas and he will roll around on top of the ledges and hang off the edge, just screaming, "Look at me! Look at me!" He is also the alpha cat, and loves to bully my poor Joey around, which makes me none too happy, but I have to say that after about a year together, the bullying has diminished significantly. Kino also loves treats. When he wants a treat he will jump up on the dresser and stand there with his chest all puffed out and blink his eyes at you until you give him a treat.

BlackJack is all black, and a bit stockier than Kino. He has really come out of his shell since we moved up to Big D. He is a sweet sweet kitty unless there are people over, and then he turns into Devil Cat. Every time my parents come to visit he freaks out and will hang out by the guest room and swat at my parents when they try to walk by, which usually results in us having to lock him up in the office. But when there's nobody else around but us, he is the most loving cat. He loves warm laundry and will sleep on the piles any chance he gets, and every morning when I wake up he will follow me into the bathroom, jump on the sink, and headbutt the tap until I turn the water on at a trickle so he can drink out of the faucet.

So there is an account of our furry children. They are a complete handful but it's wonderful having them around.

Grr...back to work!
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5.26.2005,5/26/2005 04:30:00 PM
Our Furry Children
Okay, I thought I'd take some time to tell everyone about our four lovely kitties. I know that some of you know mine, and some of you know DH's, but none of you know all four.

Let's start with my two--Joey and Annabelle

Joey is a beige colored tabby with a bobtail--yes, he was born that way. I adopted him from the SPCA in Houston in 2000. I think he's about 6-7 years old, but I'm not sure.

Joey is utterly my cat. When I get home and DH's cats swarm the door trying to sniff out where I've been, Joey waits patiently by the doorway between the kitchen and front room for me to come over and give him his hello pats. He has been with me longer than any significant other has, and I think he tries to "throw his weight around" so to speak with DH. I usually go to bed first, and Joey immediately jumps on the bed and plops down right in the middle of DH's side of the bed, as if to say, "I will sleep here. The human is merely temporary." Then DH comes in and a battle of wills takes place, with Joey being relegated to the foot of the bed.

Annabelle is a chubby little tortoiseshell cat, also adopted from the SPCA, but in 2002. I think she's around 4 years old.

We like to call her "the potato on legs" because she's so chubby. Until recently, Annabelle was never very social. She constantly hid under the bed and if you tried to pet her, she would run away. After we moved, though, and DH paid lots of attention to her, she's come out of her shell more and is very affectionate. She loves to drink water from the trickling faucet and will sit on the edge of the sink and wait for you to come in the bathroom. Then, she will purr and meow and generally make herself look as cute as possible so you'll give her what she wants. Kind of sounds like women in general, huh?

Tomorrow we will tackle DH's two cats--BlackJack and Kino.....
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5.25.2005,5/25/2005 08:15:00 AM
Big City Livin'
Oh, yes. Living in Big D.

I have to say that my year of living in North Texas has been a really nice one. The weather is rather temperate (except for last Saturday--see "Weddings, Heatstroke, and Kung Fu Hustle"), and we live in a nice community with lots of stuff to do.

Driving in this town, however, is a different matter.

I work in downtown Dallas for a non-profit group. I live in Frisco, which is 30 miles away. In the mornings I leave around 6:30-6:40 am in order to miss the crazy traffic and usually roll into work between 7:15-7:30 am. (If anyone's wondering why I'm not in the forums late at night, it's because I have to get up so freakin' early!)

The ride home, on a good day, takes about an hour. Except yesterday. I left the office around 4:30, fully intent on getting to Super Wal-Mart to get our groceries and relax a bit at home. The traffic was absolutely horrible all the way up the tollway to where I exit at Belt Line, and all the way up Preston. It came to a dead stop at Preston and Hedgecoxe, about half a mile from where I needed to be to get to the store. So, I thought I'd be smart and take an alternate road that runs parallel to Preston. It seems everyone else had the same idea as well. All in all, it took me an hour and a half to get up to Frisco, and then another hour to finish the shopping.

So much for my relaxing evening!

To Work!!
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5.23.2005,5/23/2005 01:37:00 PM
Wishful Thinking Meme...
Lovely Lemon tagged me with this one....

The game consists of answering five questions and then tagging three blogger friends to answer five questions. You can also add three categories.
The questions are:
If I could be a scientist…If I could be a farmer…If I could be a musician…If I could be a doctor…If I could be a painter…If I could be a gardener…If I could be a missionary…If I could be a chef…If I could be an architect…If I could be a linguist…If I could be a psychologist…If I could be a librarian…If I could be an athlete…If I could be a lawyer…If I could be an inn-keeper…If I could be a professor…If I could be a writer…If I could be a llama-rider…If I could be a bonnie pirate…If I could be an astronaut…If I could be a world famous blogger…If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…If I could be married to any current famous political figure…If I could be an Office Supply Salesman…If I could be a Dog-show judge…If I could be a Coal Miner…if i could be a baker…if i could be a comedian…if i could be a monk.

If I could be a musician...I would sing on Broadway as the character Eponine in Les Miserables. My performance would be so incredible that I would be flooded with offers from London to come and sing there, and I would retire early with my buckets of money and live with my husband, two children, three dogs, and four cats on an estate in Buckinghamshire and we would divide our time between there and a flat in New York City.

If I could be a gardener...my backyard would be landscaped with native Texas plants in a "wild garden" look, with a vine-covered pergola that houses cushion-covered benches and a small water feature. There would also be a shade garden under my covered porch and a "kitty run" in the backyard (screened, of course) so our furry babies could enjoy the outdoors as they so desperately want to do.

If I could be a bonnie pirate...I would sail the seven seas with me first mate and me jolly parrot Roger. Arrr, matey! Shiver me timbers!

If I could be a librarian...I would be working in an elementary school where I could really interact with the children. I would love nothing more than to show them the wonders that are to be discovered within the pages of a book. I would wear really cool glasses with my sweater sets and pearls and drink tea out of a china cup in the afternoons. Story time would be a blast, with me dressing up like one of the characters and making up funny voices for the characters.

If I could be a baker...I would have a little shop in a quaint area and serve sandwiches and light lunch fare as well as pastries, cookies, and cakes. The awning would be pink and white stripes and it would be decorated inside with English cabbage roses and antiques.

Alas, everyone who would be into this has already been tagged! Sigh...
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,5/23/2005 07:58:00 AM
Weddings, Heatstroke, and Kung Fu Hustle
Friday, dear husband and I went to see Kung Fu Hustle. It was pretty cool because everyone and their dog was there to see Star Wars Episode 3, so we literally had the entire theater to ourselves. Now, don't get me wrong, I can't wait to see the new Star Wars, but I hate being crammed into a theater with a ton of other people--I inevitably never get a good seat and end up sitting up at the very front or at the very top on the side. So, I've decided to wait until the hype dies down just a little....I'll probably go with my dad when we come to H-town this weekend....

Anyhow, Kung Fu Hustle was totally freakin' awesome! Very much a kung fu movie, but with elements of comedy and a certain air of 1930's American gangster.

Saturday we went to a co-worker of mine's wedding. Beautiful ceremony in a gorgeous setting. The only drawback was that it was THE HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR and the wedding was outside. I never thought I could get as hot as I did that day. And the ceremony was at 11, so you can imagine how much hotter it got. Thank goodness the reception was inside, but I really think the heat got to me more than I anticipated, because I felt like fainting as soon as we got inside (how very Southern of me). When we got home, I passed out on the bed and slept for three hours.

I see that I've been tagged for another meme! I will address it a bit later after I've gotten my bearings...

To work!
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5.20.2005,5/20/2005 12:36:00 PM
I am such a dork--tag, I'm it!
Okay, so epiphany tagged me with the meme "Describe your Dorkiest Moment."

I have to say that I have a lot of dorky moments, too many to recount, but, incidentally, I had posted this earlier recounting my most recent trip to Dorkville. I hope this will suffice....

My friend Kristen had her birthday on the 17th. She recently got a new cell phone # and I programmed it into my cell phone and thought that I'd give her a birthday call on my way home from work (with a headset, of course). I located her name in my phonebook and pushed "send."

Now, Kristen and I like to speak to each other in Spanish sometimes--even though mine is horrible--so when a lady answered the phone speaking Spanish I thought that Kristen was being funny, so I kept talking--mainly saying ¡feliz cumpleaños! and ¿Qué? (I told you my Spanish is horrible) for about 2 minutes until I realized that Kristen wasn't playing a joke on me and I actually was speaking to a lady who apparently didn't speak all that much English.

Oops.

So, the next day I told Kristen what happened, she gave me the right phone number, and I re-programmed it. Called her on my way home, and GOT THE SAME LADY!!! Guess I forgot to save the re-programmed number.

I'm so embarassed. Now some poor lady who doesn't speak English probably thinks this weird woman is stalking her.
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,5/20/2005 08:03:00 AM
How I met Dear Husband
For all of you out there who don't already know, following is an abbreviated account of how DH and I met. It's on the Match.com Success website as well.

On my 26th birthday (in January 2003), my two best girlfriends and I went to New Orleans for a crazy weekend, and while we were there, we visited a psychic at Jackson Square. Among other things, she told me that in late June/early July 2003 I would meet a tall, dark-haired, light-eyed man who would become my husband.

A previous engagement and a string of failed romances heavily influenced my desire to be alone for a period of time, and after about two years, I finally decided that I was ready to find someone to enhance my life. Being a young professional in the corporate world and seeing how difficult it was to meet people my age, I placed a profile on Match.com. On June 30, 2003, I got an email from B, but since he didn't have a picture, I didn't respond. Another email from him revealed he shared the same love of Harry Potter books that I did, and had read the fifth one, which had just come out, in TWELVE hours. For those who don't read HP novels, that is a 970-page book.

From then on I was hooked, and further emails revealed a mutual love of cooking, traveling, and everything. B was truly a male version of me. We met on July 18, 2003 at a Vietnamese restaurant near our homes (we lived 10 minutes from each other) and, when I walked in, my heart stopped. The most gorgeous man was standing to greet me -towering over me by a foot! When I sat down, B said, "I have something for you," and handed me a huge bouquet of flowers and a box of Godiva chocolates. As I sat there, speechless, a woman walked by and said, "Marry him," as she walked out the door!

We lost our jobs within a month of each other, and he asked me if I'd move with him if he got a job in another city. I said, "Only if I have a ring on my finger." He was already thinking about that and an antique ring soon followed with a proposal. We were married April 10, 2004 in New Orleans, with our families witnessing.
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5.16.2005,5/16/2005 10:57:00 AM
Marriage makes you fat
The Newlywed Nineteen (or more....)

Ugh. I have to say that in the 15 months Dear Husband and I have been married, we've both put on at least 20 lbs, possibly more. I was doing so well until we met (so was he, actually) and had lost about 25 lbs, but for some reason, when we got together, all premise of healthy eating went out the window. I was flexing my cook's muscles, preparing all these delicious meals, he would make me homemade buiscuits, and BAM! Fast forward nearly 2 years, and we've really packed it on.

And this is in addition to the 30-40 lbs I've gained since I turned 22. Curse you, body, and your slow metabolism!

So I'm trying to do something about it. I've been following this program called LA Weight Loss, and am trying to exercise regularly, to reach my goal of losing 60 lbs. So far I've lost 8 lbs, so yay me. Hopefully talking about this will keep me honest and on program.

Because between my 2-hour commute daily (total, people), working overtime, and trying to fit in a workout after my day is finished, I'm lucky if I get home before 7:30 pm. Then we don't want to cook because ordering out seems so much easier.

Like I said before, ugh. I need all the help I can get!

Back to work!
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5.12.2005,5/12/2005 07:35:00 AM
I can't believe I'm doing this....
Well, hello! Thanks for stopping by!

You know how your parents asked you, when you were young, "If your friends all jumped off a bridge, would you?" (So cliché, but bear with me)

I'm taking the plunge.

I can't promise that I'll be a regular blogger, but I will do my best to keep up the pace!
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