Somewhere along the way, I became the cat expert in my friend group. I’ve read a lot about actual cat behavior and spent time learning how to talk to cats in their language. At some point, I was helping a friend with an outdoor cat and the best analogy I had heard along the way for making sure an indoor/outdoor cat didn’t run away was to “make sure you have the best hotel.” Continue reading “Hotel Catifornia”
You have to constantly polish the rock.
Shortly after I wrote about my decision to take a “grass is just as green here” approach to my job, the grass actually got greener. I went to the home office to host a day long workshop for the project I was kicking off, and used the rest of the week to catch up and network with folks at the home office. During those meetings, I worked out that I would be transferred to a new manager in our organization. Continue reading “The cost of ennui, part 2”
And it was the Cubs’ fault
I’ve had this head cannon rolling around in my brain for a bit now, but haven’t had the time to get it into words. The Chicago Cubs had not won a World Series in 108 years and many believe it was due to a curse placed on them by a man with a goat who was kicked out of a game. There have been a lot of cute supernatural short stories written over the years about breaking the curse of the Billy Goat. Continue reading “2016 sucked”
New houses take a lot of time, not to mention the old house…
A few months ago, I wrote about the big decision to buy a new home. We did close on Sept. 23rd with no other last-minute surprises, thankfully. We got to meet the previous owners during the inspection of the repairs to the sub-flooring and joist under the shower. They told us the house was a duplex before the renovations, which completely makes sense with the layout. Basically, my bedroom is a big as a living room, because it once was a living room! Continue reading “The cost of ennui, part 1”
On my growth as an animal owner.
One of the bonus questions from Life Story asks about pets. Our family’s first pet was my mother’s cat. When my parents were planning their wedding, a neighbor’s cat had kittens. The story goes that my mom rushed home to ask my dad if she could have one. He sarcastically said, “Sure, if you name the sucker Dog.” The story goes, the next thing my dad knew, there was a tiny kitten running around and everyone was calling it Dawg. Continue reading “My furry friends”
The Goldilocks of the condiment world.
I realized yesterday the issue that I have with toast. Let me back up a few steps from that statement though and explain myself. I love condiments. A meal feels incomplete to me if condiments are not involved. Bachelor fridge? Yep, that was me. (B has this annoying habit of insisting “real” food be kept in the fridge. It’s pushing my condiment space aside, sadly.) Continue reading “The problem with toast”
Home is where your heart is…