Monday, July 6, 2009
Kitty Condos
Ok, so it is clear that I cannot escape my family for too long. I have officially become addicted to most things CAT. I am trying to keep it in check, but with the anticipation of Stella's arrival, things in the penthouse are changing.
I have spoken with Savory Man about the construction of a kitty condo because the ones out there are nice, but expensive. I'm not sure that it will really get constructed but it could. Otherwise, I'm on the hunt. In the meantime, I wanted to have something 'exciting' for both Milo and Stella to play in together. Mind you, Milo has taken great interest in what I call his 'subsidized housing'. He was sleeping in a shoe box but when I introduced him to this smaller box that my bathing suit had arrived in, he took a bigger liking to it. So here he is in his subsidized housing:
All stuffed right in there. Someone should tell him he's not the svelte kitten he used to be!
So anyhow, I go out and lay down $25 for a kitty condo for them. Savory Man puts it all together:
And like a child at Christmas, he wants nothing to do with it. Had we not put treats in the bottom he would have ignored it altogether. In his defense, when I did put him on it, it slipped a little and that scared him. He might be a little big for it. But of course, when Savory man took a steak knife to the cardboard box that's been sitting in the hallway for 2 weeks, Milo exalted in its amazingness:
So it goes. He remains ultra lovable in his subsidized housing during sleep time. I suppose he has moved up from subsidized housing to his own penthouse, but imagine he will still prefer his tiny quarters.
I have spoken with Savory Man about the construction of a kitty condo because the ones out there are nice, but expensive. I'm not sure that it will really get constructed but it could. Otherwise, I'm on the hunt. In the meantime, I wanted to have something 'exciting' for both Milo and Stella to play in together. Mind you, Milo has taken great interest in what I call his 'subsidized housing'. He was sleeping in a shoe box but when I introduced him to this smaller box that my bathing suit had arrived in, he took a bigger liking to it. So here he is in his subsidized housing:
All stuffed right in there. Someone should tell him he's not the svelte kitten he used to be!
So anyhow, I go out and lay down $25 for a kitty condo for them. Savory Man puts it all together:
And like a child at Christmas, he wants nothing to do with it. Had we not put treats in the bottom he would have ignored it altogether. In his defense, when I did put him on it, it slipped a little and that scared him. He might be a little big for it. But of course, when Savory man took a steak knife to the cardboard box that's been sitting in the hallway for 2 weeks, Milo exalted in its amazingness:
So it goes. He remains ultra lovable in his subsidized housing during sleep time. I suppose he has moved up from subsidized housing to his own penthouse, but imagine he will still prefer his tiny quarters.
Dear...
Dear City of Boston:
Thank you for upgrading our recycling to single-stream! I appreciate you being progressive and making it easier for all residents to get on board the recycling wagon!
Green hugs,
Kristen
____________________________________________
Dear CVS:
Thank you for my $25 in extra bucks! Granted I planned it this way by buying expensive nicotine patches for work when we ran out at CVS so I'd get the free extra bucks, but still...who gets $25 in extra bucks? I'm still deciding how to blow it all at my next visit.
Cheers from the opportunist,
Kristen
____________________________________________
Dear Molly,
You are a rockin superstar. I can't wait for our next trip to the beach!
Love Auntie Riz
______________________________________
Dear City of Boston Inspectional Services:
Seriously SUCK IT. I want my deck NOW. Not when you figure out how to get paperwork handled in a timely fashion.
Fed Up!,
Kristen
_______________________________________
Dear Milo:
My furry furball friend. Wednesday Stella will come home. Please treat her as a playmate and not some kind of disease. Please don't look at me with those longing eyes as much anymore and instead give ole Stella a try as an antidote to living in a small space without a lot to do.
I understand why you have tried to escape to the backyard this week and I don't blame you. More fun times ahead Mi-Tai.
Love,
Mummy
Thank you for upgrading our recycling to single-stream! I appreciate you being progressive and making it easier for all residents to get on board the recycling wagon!
Green hugs,
Kristen
____________________________________________
Dear CVS:
Thank you for my $25 in extra bucks! Granted I planned it this way by buying expensive nicotine patches for work when we ran out at CVS so I'd get the free extra bucks, but still...who gets $25 in extra bucks? I'm still deciding how to blow it all at my next visit.
Cheers from the opportunist,
Kristen
____________________________________________
Dear Molly,
You are a rockin superstar. I can't wait for our next trip to the beach!
Love Auntie Riz
______________________________________
Dear City of Boston Inspectional Services:
Seriously SUCK IT. I want my deck NOW. Not when you figure out how to get paperwork handled in a timely fashion.
Fed Up!,
Kristen
_______________________________________
Dear Milo:
My furry furball friend. Wednesday Stella will come home. Please treat her as a playmate and not some kind of disease. Please don't look at me with those longing eyes as much anymore and instead give ole Stella a try as an antidote to living in a small space without a lot to do.
I understand why you have tried to escape to the backyard this week and I don't blame you. More fun times ahead Mi-Tai.
Love,
Mummy
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thoughts
Not too deep, don't worry.
I have cozied up to a few too many marathons of Run's House, 16 and Pregnant, and True Life on MTV lately. Is 33 too old for MTV? I'd like to think no, especially since I have given up my addiction to the Real World as of the last season.
The sun has come out here. There is even sun for most days on the forecast for next week. What on earth will we do with ourselves here? Could we possibly spend time outside in July? Amazing.
Milo hated the fireworks. I on the other hand was mesmerized. There were literally 360 degrees of fireworks around me on my roof last night. Of course the best were over the Charles but people all around Dorchester and Quincy it seems had their own stashes. It was incredible (and maybe a little chilly) to watch all around for like an hour. Milo was not as impressed and bugged out a little bit.
I fear that Milo is terribly bored. I realize that I am projecting my own problems being bored and kept inside on him but this is a small space for any(one)thing. So I'm getting him a friend. Her name will be Stella and she's an orange beauty. I didn't realize that the Animal Rescue League also had adoptable animals. So after looking for few days at the MSPCA I went to the ARL and there were a ton of cats. I had a hard time and need to stop looking online and going to the pounds because it breaks my heart a little each time. Milo and Stella will need a little kitty condo I think now to play on. Savory Man has volunteered to build it. There's plenty of space in here so hopefully they will keep each other company and active. I hope Milo acclimates well because I'm doing this for both me and him!
There is nothing in my refrigerator. I am getting my farm share each week but not doing anything with it. I either need to be more creative or, I don't know. I guess I just need to find a way to be using it all. And maybe I could go to the supermarket.
Right now I am over-caffeinated. So I will do some laundry and work on the 3 weeks of clean clothes that need to make it into drawers and the closet. I've got some pictures to share (of my cat and of A and P's little rock star). Hopefully I can get them up later for your oohs and aahs.
I have cozied up to a few too many marathons of Run's House, 16 and Pregnant, and True Life on MTV lately. Is 33 too old for MTV? I'd like to think no, especially since I have given up my addiction to the Real World as of the last season.
The sun has come out here. There is even sun for most days on the forecast for next week. What on earth will we do with ourselves here? Could we possibly spend time outside in July? Amazing.
Milo hated the fireworks. I on the other hand was mesmerized. There were literally 360 degrees of fireworks around me on my roof last night. Of course the best were over the Charles but people all around Dorchester and Quincy it seems had their own stashes. It was incredible (and maybe a little chilly) to watch all around for like an hour. Milo was not as impressed and bugged out a little bit.
I fear that Milo is terribly bored. I realize that I am projecting my own problems being bored and kept inside on him but this is a small space for any(one)thing. So I'm getting him a friend. Her name will be Stella and she's an orange beauty. I didn't realize that the Animal Rescue League also had adoptable animals. So after looking for few days at the MSPCA I went to the ARL and there were a ton of cats. I had a hard time and need to stop looking online and going to the pounds because it breaks my heart a little each time. Milo and Stella will need a little kitty condo I think now to play on. Savory Man has volunteered to build it. There's plenty of space in here so hopefully they will keep each other company and active. I hope Milo acclimates well because I'm doing this for both me and him!
There is nothing in my refrigerator. I am getting my farm share each week but not doing anything with it. I either need to be more creative or, I don't know. I guess I just need to find a way to be using it all. And maybe I could go to the supermarket.
Right now I am over-caffeinated. So I will do some laundry and work on the 3 weeks of clean clothes that need to make it into drawers and the closet. I've got some pictures to share (of my cat and of A and P's little rock star). Hopefully I can get them up later for your oohs and aahs.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Pictures from Arizona
I went to Arizona for a work trip last week (should have stayed there!) and took a few pictures. I was hoping for an adjunct trip to the Grand Canyon or a little hiking but alas, I was sequestered to a few blocks in and around the convention center. I took some walks and these are the pictures.
How pretty are these? They are ubquitous but that doesn't make them any less pretty!
This is the brand new, enormous convention center in Phoenix. It's a stone's throw from the Diamondback's stadium. Oh, and that's the view out my hotel window. How I wanted to escape to those hills!
Pretty!
Some cool mosaics outside the convention center.
And one last pretty flower picture! The locals getting off the bus and walking to work must have thought I was a loony tune!
How pretty are these? They are ubquitous but that doesn't make them any less pretty!
This is the brand new, enormous convention center in Phoenix. It's a stone's throw from the Diamondback's stadium. Oh, and that's the view out my hotel window. How I wanted to escape to those hills!
Pretty!
Some cool mosaics outside the convention center.
And one last pretty flower picture! The locals getting off the bus and walking to work must have thought I was a loony tune!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Kristen...
...is psyched to have worked out 3 days in a row. Let's hope for sustainability.
...skeptical of the amount of people at this conference attending the LGBT tobacco conference. I say there are probably some more important things we should be putting federal dollars into but that's just me (I'm waiting for the hate comments to roll in, go for it!).
...has developed some sort of weird anxiety this week. I think because I know I really don't belong here among all these people who believe so strongly in this work. It reminds me of the focus group I went to for chocolate where all the women were really fervent chocolate fanatics and knew the cocoa content in all different brands of chocolate. I just went for the stipend and free Lindt truffles.
...thinks she might be hogging the computers at the cool new business center setup at the Phoenix Sheraton. She loves her some modern touches.
...wishes her bathroom at home were like her hotel bathroom. Even just a little.
...misses her bed, her time zone, her boyfriend, and her cat in no particular order.
...needs a hug.
...passed up on yoga with the boss invitation this afternoon. Nuff said.
...is glad the hotel tvs have HGTV, TLC, and MTV. But no Oprah at 4 pm sadly.
...got re-stressed while sitting at the pool listening to a woman yell into her phone for 1/2 an hour. Seriously, get a clue.
...bought a bathing suit with no boulder holder support. Good for sitting in the chair and nothing else. Will soon visit llbean.com.
...has been brainstorming the future with a little bit of passion knowing that putting it on paper is a good start to make some dreams start moving.
...is psyched that Starbucks is the most convenient and cheapest place for breakfast this week. Heeeelllloooo mocha frappacino (please do not send nutritional info in a comment, k thnx).
...wish dinner were a little earlier tonight but is glad that it's cool enough to walk to the restaurant.
...skeptical of the amount of people at this conference attending the LGBT tobacco conference. I say there are probably some more important things we should be putting federal dollars into but that's just me (I'm waiting for the hate comments to roll in, go for it!).
...has developed some sort of weird anxiety this week. I think because I know I really don't belong here among all these people who believe so strongly in this work. It reminds me of the focus group I went to for chocolate where all the women were really fervent chocolate fanatics and knew the cocoa content in all different brands of chocolate. I just went for the stipend and free Lindt truffles.
...thinks she might be hogging the computers at the cool new business center setup at the Phoenix Sheraton. She loves her some modern touches.
...wishes her bathroom at home were like her hotel bathroom. Even just a little.
...misses her bed, her time zone, her boyfriend, and her cat in no particular order.
...needs a hug.
...passed up on yoga with the boss invitation this afternoon. Nuff said.
...is glad the hotel tvs have HGTV, TLC, and MTV. But no Oprah at 4 pm sadly.
...got re-stressed while sitting at the pool listening to a woman yell into her phone for 1/2 an hour. Seriously, get a clue.
...bought a bathing suit with no boulder holder support. Good for sitting in the chair and nothing else. Will soon visit llbean.com.
...has been brainstorming the future with a little bit of passion knowing that putting it on paper is a good start to make some dreams start moving.
...is psyched that Starbucks is the most convenient and cheapest place for breakfast this week. Heeeelllloooo mocha frappacino (please do not send nutritional info in a comment, k thnx).
...wish dinner were a little earlier tonight but is glad that it's cool enough to walk to the restaurant.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sunday
Kristen is enjoying her favorite kind of Sunday. The kind where the breeze comes in through the window and the bells of the church are playing pretty songs. Doesn't hurt that I got myself back on the elliptical and am feeling a small surge of 'thank god I can still do this'. Exercise clothes are packed for the week-long trip to Phoenix in hopes of killing some time finding muscles that might be hidden under one too many burritos.
Without writing a small novel, I ask you internets, and feel free to respond privately via email and not as a comment (but you can do that too) what you think about this because it's driving me a little crazy. I have recently asked folks to think good thoughts if that's what they do or to pray if that's what they do, for my friends who are going through some unquestionably tough times with their newborns. I have been told that asking people to pray is hypocritical because I don't necessarily believe in a god. I'm a little miffed because my intentions were/are pure and I'm trying to build as big a network of positive energy as I can realizing that not everyone builds good energy the same way. I guess it's not a question of my intentions but rather of my choice of words. I could have asked everyone I spoke to to think good thoughts and 'send good vibes' if you will. What are your thoughts?
Milo and I have had a lovely morning keeping each other company. I have learned that I cannot upload video taken on my cell phone to another site without buying a Quicktime upgrade so I cannot share with you our latest adventures with the red light. But here he is in all his pretty boy glory.
Without writing a small novel, I ask you internets, and feel free to respond privately via email and not as a comment (but you can do that too) what you think about this because it's driving me a little crazy. I have recently asked folks to think good thoughts if that's what they do or to pray if that's what they do, for my friends who are going through some unquestionably tough times with their newborns. I have been told that asking people to pray is hypocritical because I don't necessarily believe in a god. I'm a little miffed because my intentions were/are pure and I'm trying to build as big a network of positive energy as I can realizing that not everyone builds good energy the same way. I guess it's not a question of my intentions but rather of my choice of words. I could have asked everyone I spoke to to think good thoughts and 'send good vibes' if you will. What are your thoughts?
Milo and I have had a lovely morning keeping each other company. I have learned that I cannot upload video taken on my cell phone to another site without buying a Quicktime upgrade so I cannot share with you our latest adventures with the red light. But here he is in all his pretty boy glory.
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