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Caturday: Things that go “mreeeerweerrhisssss” in the night

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Sydney is not allowed to go outside. Well, ok, he’s not allowed to go outside unsupervised, as has been proven by several earlier Caturday photo sessions. This is beside the point. He’s not allowed to go outside for several reasons, the primary ones being that our street dead ends into a freeway sound wall (where there are, at any given time, dozens of cars under which he could find himself), we have a regular amount of fear about him being hit by a car that’s not going 80 miles per hour on said freeway and just cruising around our neighborhood, and the fact that he is a male cat (albeit a neutered one). It may be because of this prohibition that he spends much of his time looking out windows with a look of pure yearning on his face. “Why,” his sad eyes ask us, “will you never allow me the sweet taste of freedom?” Well. Too bad, cat.

At about 4:12 this morning (last night? Who knows. It was early, is what I’m getting at here), his best revenge to date was achieved. Both GP and I woke up to the sounds of what we would soon find out was a single-sided catfight. To our sleep-addled minds, however, anything could have been happening! The cat could be on fire! (We’d had a fire in the fireplace that we’d assumed had long been turned to ash by that point.) There could be some other animal– a mouse, a rat, an opossum, an angry cougar– in our house! When we stumbled into the living room, eventually identified as the site of all this ruckus, we found Sydney…and that was it. The blinds that afford us some privacy through our mostly-glass front door had been partially destroyed, presumably during a confrontation he’d had with another cat that was on the other side of the door. I mean, come on, cat. He does some stupid things, but I usually allow myself to think that he’s reasonably intelligent. After last night, though, I don’t even know what to think, other than, “God, we’re going to need new blinds soon.”

This morning, he returned to the scene of the crime. Constant vigilance!


“When you go out for pizza, where do you go?”

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…my mom asked this once, and I just looked blankly at her. “Go…out? For pizza?” I could not compute this. Pizza crust is so easy! And so much restaurant pizza is pretty terrible! Pizza has become a bit like most pasta dishes– given enough options, I’d rather not order and pay for something in a restaurant that I can make (more deliciously) for pennies at home. We usually use the Joy of Cooking recipe, which yields enough dough for four individual pizzas, so we have enough to entertain guests or to set aside in the fridge for an evening on which the “What’s for dinner?” question is just too hard to answer. And sometimes…well, sometimes, you’re just in the mood to have pizza. With a reasonable salad, a glass of wine, a fire in the fireplace, and a DVR-ed movie (in this case, Raising Arizona), it’s a fairly great Saturday night.

A classic, but with turkey pepperoni and a hidden layer of red pepper flakes

Oh, and for the record, we did have delivery pizza at a Super Bowl party a few weeks ago. It was Dominos, and it was just awful. I thought they were doing this whole image- and recipe-makeover thing! Bad job, Dominos.

Like Naomi Campbell loves throwing phones at assistants, like Tom Cruise loves jumping on couches

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This guy. I think he’s all right.

How you know this picture is old: I am still blonde.

Hey, dude, thanks for making it hard for me to keep a straight face. You know, in the best way possible.

Caturday: the Happiest Place on Earth

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Today we’re in Disneyland, and I’m sure Sydney misses us. Just look how badly he wanted to go!


In defense of Valentine’s Day

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It has already begun. The red- and pink-packaged candy in the aisles of CVS, the “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” cards taking up more space than usual at Hallmark, the prix fixe menus featuring the second-cheapest bottle of champagne. Yep, Valentine’s Day is a mere three days away. And, while I can understand some of the venom aimed at what is most certainly the most Hallmark of Hallmark holidays, I have to protest all these protestations.

“But shouldn’t we show our love all year?” terrible and not-quite-as-terrible boyfriends of the past have asked me. My response was always (and has continued to be, now that I am a married lady), that, sure, it would be wonderful to arrive home every day to a nice little flower arrangement, a thoughtful gift, and some extra quality time…that is not what happens. To anyone. It’s not that I feel unloved during the other 364 days of the year– far from it! But why deny a day that’s dedicated especially to lovin’? For the record, this year we’ll be in Disneyland on Valentine’s Day, and having dinner at the Napa Rose. A fun day together, and an awesome dinner– I will be a happy girl.

P.S. Re: “Singles Awareness Day” vs. the most…um…vomitrocious (yeah, let’s make that a word) couples. I know that I’m going to see both ends of the spectrum in my Facebook News Feed, so know this, friends: I’ve learned that the easiest way not to be homicidal about Facebook is to block the shit out of my most annoying friends. When I don’t have to read it, it’s like it’s not even there. Ahhh. Calm sigh. All better now.

P.P.S. Here’s a weird, only slightly Valentine-y video that made me laugh hysterically. (Seriously, watch it. It’s totally weird.) You’re welcome.

The haps

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Yeah, don’t judge me. I am totally uncool enough to say “What’s the haps?”…to my cat. Who meows his response, usually. Anyway. Where have I been?

  • I’ve been taking part in The Put Together Project, which has gotten my fashion-year off to a brighter start, and called to my attention the fact that I wear a ton of red.
  • I’ve been cooking up a storm! In keeping with my “thirty new recipes in 2011” pledge, I’m off running…mostly toward Cooking Light recipes, many of which are proving just as tasty as their chubbier counterparts.
  • I joined a gym! Now that I have a real, grownup job, I joined a gym in the town where I work (“over the hill,” in local parlance) for a mere $20 a month. Seriously, at $20 per month, I’d be a fool to pass it up. A chubby fool.
  • I’ve been reading up a storm– my favorites so far have been Room and My Life as an Experiment: One Man’s Humble Quest to Improve Himself by Living as a Woman, Becoming George Washington, Telling No Lies, and Other Radical Tests (yes, longest title ever). I’m just starting Packing for Mars (new book club selection), and am excited despite my lukewarm feelings about the space program.

Um, is it sort of lame to admit that…that’s about it? I’m all ready to begin writing my “actually, Valentine’s Day isn’t that bad, y’all” post, so get excited about that. Oh, and we’re going to Disneyland this weekend! Yes, we are totally those people.