It didn't take much time. Now the Maniac is online for everyone!
Evening windsprints
Maniac, maniac on the run!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Just Action Here
No action shots actually. Ok maybe a couple. Milo has a way of playing like a maniac and then laying down and ignoring us in the middle of a game of hockey! Anna is right, I should try to post his windsprints on YouTube. I tried tonight and of course he acted like he was geriatric and couldn't get off his stomach and looked at me with those eyes that said, 'you're a lunatic. I'm much too mature for this'. Yeah sure. Pictures prove otherwise. Look at this ball of fur rolling all over the floor!
Savory Man loves having Milo around. We remind Milo often that he is the most spoiled cat on Upham Ave. He should not expect us to get down on our stomachs and play like this forever!
In other non-cat news, we brought some old bread down to the beach. When we need to get out of the house, we have made this our activity. It's amazing how you can get out of the car and there will be no birds on the beach.
But you throw one bread crumb in the air and all of a sudden, it's like asexual reproduction and dozens of birds are swarming overhead. 
Two more breadcrumbs, 40 more birds. 
The first time it was mad scary and I thought I was had been transported to Alfred Hitchcocks imagination and was in "The Birds" because they fly so close to you, and you can't help but wonder if they are going to start pecking at you like you are a breadcrumb. Thankfully the second time around I was less concerned with being pecked to death. Obviously, at least less concerned enough to be the photographer!
Savory Man loves having Milo around. We remind Milo often that he is the most spoiled cat on Upham Ave. He should not expect us to get down on our stomachs and play like this forever!
In other non-cat news, we brought some old bread down to the beach. When we need to get out of the house, we have made this our activity. It's amazing how you can get out of the car and there will be no birds on the beach.
But you throw one bread crumb in the air and all of a sudden, it's like asexual reproduction and dozens of birds are swarming overhead. 
Two more breadcrumbs, 40 more birds. 
The first time it was mad scary and I thought I was had been transported to Alfred Hitchcocks imagination and was in "The Birds" because they fly so close to you, and you can't help but wonder if they are going to start pecking at you like you are a breadcrumb. Thankfully the second time around I was less concerned with being pecked to death. Obviously, at least less concerned enough to be the photographer!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Mr. M's many names
Milo has definitely acclimated to living in the penthouse now. He's eating more and now that the box of toys has arrived from North Carolina, he's showing us that he's not just a big lump of furry love but actually quite a maniac when it comes to squeaky mouse.
We can easily put in a full half hour of squeaky mouse hockey where Milo slides to and fro trying to get the squeaky mouse as we bat it back and forth and watch him careen after it. I should try to get you a squeaky mouse hockey action picture. The floors are so slippery and pre-Milo Savory Man used to run and slide between the kitchen and the bedroom. Now Milo does it and it makes for some pretty entertaining squeaky mouse hockey. Unfortunately he has had some run ins with the walls and the bookcase when he can't stop himself when he runs after the mouse. His activity and ability to launch onto the couch has garnered the name 'Maniac' when we play.
I had previously dubbed him 'Speed Racer' because in the mornings we have wind sprint practice back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom. It's actually hilarious because Milo again slides 6 or 8 feet when he makes it into the bedroom. But after he banged into the planter the other day after a more than zealous wind sprint, I think he got a little discouraged.
This morning I told his that his Greek name was Milos. I don't think he understood.
He has set up boundaries though letting me know that I cannot smother him anymore which is actually good because I was getting a little too attached to his furry goodness. Last night he did sleep on the bed all night. I don't care one way or another but Savory Man was not up for it in the beginning. I don't think Savory Man slept at all last night, but he claims it wasn't the cat but rather the freezing temperatures that I keep it at here in the sleeping hours.
Sorry this is really boring if you're not into the whole cat thing. Here are a couple of pictures. I'll work on the speed racer and squeaky mouse hockey pictures for you.
We can easily put in a full half hour of squeaky mouse hockey where Milo slides to and fro trying to get the squeaky mouse as we bat it back and forth and watch him careen after it. I should try to get you a squeaky mouse hockey action picture. The floors are so slippery and pre-Milo Savory Man used to run and slide between the kitchen and the bedroom. Now Milo does it and it makes for some pretty entertaining squeaky mouse hockey. Unfortunately he has had some run ins with the walls and the bookcase when he can't stop himself when he runs after the mouse. His activity and ability to launch onto the couch has garnered the name 'Maniac' when we play.
I had previously dubbed him 'Speed Racer' because in the mornings we have wind sprint practice back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom. It's actually hilarious because Milo again slides 6 or 8 feet when he makes it into the bedroom. But after he banged into the planter the other day after a more than zealous wind sprint, I think he got a little discouraged.
This morning I told his that his Greek name was Milos. I don't think he understood.
He has set up boundaries though letting me know that I cannot smother him anymore which is actually good because I was getting a little too attached to his furry goodness. Last night he did sleep on the bed all night. I don't care one way or another but Savory Man was not up for it in the beginning. I don't think Savory Man slept at all last night, but he claims it wasn't the cat but rather the freezing temperatures that I keep it at here in the sleeping hours.
Sorry this is really boring if you're not into the whole cat thing. Here are a couple of pictures. I'll work on the speed racer and squeaky mouse hockey pictures for you.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Suckers
Milo has suckered us in. With his fuzziness and the way he talks to you about nothing and the way he will splay out on your lap or your chest...it's hard not to believe that fate had something planned. He's the exact cat I wanted - chill, not too needy, and oh so lovable.
Savory Man won't admit it but he's smitten too. When he comes in the house he looks for Milo and wants some feline attention right away.
We all slept a good part of the day yesterday in fits and spurts and Milo slept with us. He's really good at sleeping and prefers to be in a dark, warm place. Yesterday, he was having a nap with Savory Man which turned into a 'stuff on my cat' episode. Ok maybe just this hat. He so wants to sleep with us and that's our fault for not setting boundaries the rest of the day (note I will be terrible with children and setting boundaries. I feel terrible saying no!)and last night Savory Man was trying to sleep with him next to him so he didn't have to kick him off the bed but ended up having to when he couldn't get any sleep. I just found Milo now in a drawer of my dresser taking in some dark, warm space. Perfect.
Savory Man will hate it that I'm putting him out on the interwebs but how can you resist this picture?
Savory Man won't admit it but he's smitten too. When he comes in the house he looks for Milo and wants some feline attention right away.
We all slept a good part of the day yesterday in fits and spurts and Milo slept with us. He's really good at sleeping and prefers to be in a dark, warm place. Yesterday, he was having a nap with Savory Man which turned into a 'stuff on my cat' episode. Ok maybe just this hat. He so wants to sleep with us and that's our fault for not setting boundaries the rest of the day (note I will be terrible with children and setting boundaries. I feel terrible saying no!)and last night Savory Man was trying to sleep with him next to him so he didn't have to kick him off the bed but ended up having to when he couldn't get any sleep. I just found Milo now in a drawer of my dresser taking in some dark, warm space. Perfect.
Savory Man will hate it that I'm putting him out on the interwebs but how can you resist this picture?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Smitten
I'm ashamed to say that I am sitting at work missing my cat. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?
I blame it on hormones.
Milo is sooooo sweet. He's still a little scared but when I can coax him out from under the bed he purrs and rolls over and makes me scratch every last inch of him.
I maybe didn't think completely through my actions and sprayed a lot of the stuff to keep him from scratching the furniture and it then permeated the room and he wanted nothing to do with me for a time last night. I hope that that stops and it just deters him from scratching (one of my fears is ruined furniture).
Then I felt bad so I coaxed him out with catnip. He went a little bonkers and then mellowed out real bad.
This morning I got him to have some alone time with me and he liked that. I think he'll get used to it and us. I think he's a perfect fit.
I blame it on hormones.
Milo is sooooo sweet. He's still a little scared but when I can coax him out from under the bed he purrs and rolls over and makes me scratch every last inch of him.
I maybe didn't think completely through my actions and sprayed a lot of the stuff to keep him from scratching the furniture and it then permeated the room and he wanted nothing to do with me for a time last night. I hope that that stops and it just deters him from scratching (one of my fears is ruined furniture).
Then I felt bad so I coaxed him out with catnip. He went a little bonkers and then mellowed out real bad.
This morning I got him to have some alone time with me and he liked that. I think he'll get used to it and us. I think he's a perfect fit.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Commitment
I just got a cat.
See below story about mouse running over foot.
And I do like cats, I guess.
It was so furry. It was grey.
It felt right in my arms.
And the other cats didn't really.
His name is Milo. That is the name he will keep.
I think even Savory Man might have a tiny affinity for him.
He went to tell him he was going home when I was doing the paperwork.
Soooo cute.
But he didn't come home because he has to get the snip.
Hopefully he'll like it here and won't be too needy.
That has been a problem in the past.
Hopefully it will be an evolving love.
I'm putting my bets on it.
See below story about mouse running over foot.
And I do like cats, I guess.
It was so furry. It was grey.
It felt right in my arms.
And the other cats didn't really.
His name is Milo. That is the name he will keep.
I think even Savory Man might have a tiny affinity for him.
He went to tell him he was going home when I was doing the paperwork.
Soooo cute.
But he didn't come home because he has to get the snip.
Hopefully he'll like it here and won't be too needy.
That has been a problem in the past.
Hopefully it will be an evolving love.
I'm putting my bets on it.
Monday, February 9, 2009
I Have Issues
But you know, I'm pretty much ok with them.
This weekend I got a little OCD on myself. I wish I could just do nothing. I remember the days when I really had too much going on - work, school, internship - and now I just create busy time for myself. Why can't I just veg out?
Whilst sitting on the couch in front of the tv (again) on Sunday morning, I was cleaning the dust out of my hairbrush with tweezers. The dust has been driving me crazy and it was satisfying to do this task. That's really weird, huh?
I also transferred a ton of recipes from printed out paper from the internet to index cards. It had to be done. It was a project that was driving me crazy. Was it time sensitive, yeah, no not at all. Will I need those recipes soon? Am I entering a cook off? Are supermarkets closing down? Yeah no.
Rhonda and I were supposed to spend some time on Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday together. We did not. We hung out yesterday morning. Then Savory Man and I went for a walk. So that's ok, right? Humor me.
Savory Man and I also went to the MSPCA yesterday because while we have a small mouse problem (it's both a small problem and a small mouse), it got a little over the top yesterday when I SWEAR a mouse scurried across my foot when I was making scrambled eggs. A cat would solve this problem. So would a trap. But for my mother's sake, I am willing to entertain the cat idea.
The whole cat thing is clothed in layers of different feelings. I grew up with cats and loved them. When my sister and I left the house for our own adventures, my parents started amassing cats. It's like they reproduced asexually or something. Everytime I came to visit there would be one more cat. I tried having a cat at my first apartment in South Boston for a little while but it was too needy and I couldn't deal with needy at that time in my life. I don't know if I'm over that stage and would hate to adopt a cat if I'm not and won't give it the right attention. I was scared of going to the shelter too. I was afraid I would fall in love with all of them and feel bad for them. I kind of did feel bad for them (and damn that Sarah McGlaughlin how do you spell her name commercial where they show all those sad animals I just can't watch that commercial)but I expected there to be at least one I fell in love with...and I didn't. So I don't know. The mice aren't really dirty and I'm not really afraid of diseases or anything. Both of my downstairs neighbors have cats so it makes sense that the mice come to the third floor where they can get away with mayhem. I'm sure the people on the bottom floors are also not making delectable banana bread all the time.
So I don't know. What are your thoughts?
I also have this other issue. It's the drawer. There is this woman in my department (which is all women for the record and we celebrate anything there is to celebrate with a potluck. Someone also brings food to every staff meeting and there is always something in the community area to share) who has this drawer, I should take a picture, filled with cookies, candy, and chips. She just refills it and refills it. Many days it's just too hard to resist. But what woman who puts in so much time with her virtual personal trainer needs Cheeze-Its at 10 am? Or 4 peanut butter cookies at 230? Why cannot I not say no to the drawer?
I was lamenting the drawer this morning because I feel like even though I was right on the game with Rhonda last week, I had zero self control at work. At home I don't snack at all because I don't buy snack food. Period. I eat good portions and that's it. But at work, I'm a disaster. B has suggest the 100 calorie packs to just get the need to eat a sweet or salty out of my system; my mother recommends a banana. Both good ideas. Seriously not brain surgery though. And neither is will power. Just don't go there. I mean, it's not my office and her door is usually shut. Just stop it.
I saw pictures of myself from a year ago and think how lovely it would be to look that way even though I wasn't thrilled with myself then either. I don't use it as a crutch or as an excuse but I know that making more than one change at a time historically does not work for me. So the big exercise machine purchase was #1. The not snacking at work has to be #2 and they have to go together. My sister has lost an amazing 40 pounds. I want to be spare tire-less for the summer and want new work clothes. So I just need to knock it off and no one can do anything about it but me.
This weekend I got a little OCD on myself. I wish I could just do nothing. I remember the days when I really had too much going on - work, school, internship - and now I just create busy time for myself. Why can't I just veg out?
Whilst sitting on the couch in front of the tv (again) on Sunday morning, I was cleaning the dust out of my hairbrush with tweezers. The dust has been driving me crazy and it was satisfying to do this task. That's really weird, huh?
I also transferred a ton of recipes from printed out paper from the internet to index cards. It had to be done. It was a project that was driving me crazy. Was it time sensitive, yeah, no not at all. Will I need those recipes soon? Am I entering a cook off? Are supermarkets closing down? Yeah no.
Rhonda and I were supposed to spend some time on Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday together. We did not. We hung out yesterday morning. Then Savory Man and I went for a walk. So that's ok, right? Humor me.
Savory Man and I also went to the MSPCA yesterday because while we have a small mouse problem (it's both a small problem and a small mouse), it got a little over the top yesterday when I SWEAR a mouse scurried across my foot when I was making scrambled eggs. A cat would solve this problem. So would a trap. But for my mother's sake, I am willing to entertain the cat idea.
The whole cat thing is clothed in layers of different feelings. I grew up with cats and loved them. When my sister and I left the house for our own adventures, my parents started amassing cats. It's like they reproduced asexually or something. Everytime I came to visit there would be one more cat. I tried having a cat at my first apartment in South Boston for a little while but it was too needy and I couldn't deal with needy at that time in my life. I don't know if I'm over that stage and would hate to adopt a cat if I'm not and won't give it the right attention. I was scared of going to the shelter too. I was afraid I would fall in love with all of them and feel bad for them. I kind of did feel bad for them (and damn that Sarah McGlaughlin how do you spell her name commercial where they show all those sad animals I just can't watch that commercial)but I expected there to be at least one I fell in love with...and I didn't. So I don't know. The mice aren't really dirty and I'm not really afraid of diseases or anything. Both of my downstairs neighbors have cats so it makes sense that the mice come to the third floor where they can get away with mayhem. I'm sure the people on the bottom floors are also not making delectable banana bread all the time.
So I don't know. What are your thoughts?
I also have this other issue. It's the drawer. There is this woman in my department (which is all women for the record and we celebrate anything there is to celebrate with a potluck. Someone also brings food to every staff meeting and there is always something in the community area to share) who has this drawer, I should take a picture, filled with cookies, candy, and chips. She just refills it and refills it. Many days it's just too hard to resist. But what woman who puts in so much time with her virtual personal trainer needs Cheeze-Its at 10 am? Or 4 peanut butter cookies at 230? Why cannot I not say no to the drawer?
I was lamenting the drawer this morning because I feel like even though I was right on the game with Rhonda last week, I had zero self control at work. At home I don't snack at all because I don't buy snack food. Period. I eat good portions and that's it. But at work, I'm a disaster. B has suggest the 100 calorie packs to just get the need to eat a sweet or salty out of my system; my mother recommends a banana. Both good ideas. Seriously not brain surgery though. And neither is will power. Just don't go there. I mean, it's not my office and her door is usually shut. Just stop it.
I saw pictures of myself from a year ago and think how lovely it would be to look that way even though I wasn't thrilled with myself then either. I don't use it as a crutch or as an excuse but I know that making more than one change at a time historically does not work for me. So the big exercise machine purchase was #1. The not snacking at work has to be #2 and they have to go together. My sister has lost an amazing 40 pounds. I want to be spare tire-less for the summer and want new work clothes. So I just need to knock it off and no one can do anything about it but me.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Help Me Get Her Out of My Heart
I put in my personal ifit trainer card that I bought this weekend into my elliptical last night to start my 8 weeks of electronic personal training. Turns out that my personal trainer's name is Rhonda. Ok, so she may not be uniquely mine but she is for the sake of me moving through these workouts for the next 8 weeks. (For the record, I just looked up the lyrics to 'Help Me Rhonda' *help, help me Rhonda* and there are very few words in that song. How did the Beach Boys ever gain such acclaim?). I am almost glad I didn't get Jillian - that trainer from The Biggest Loser? She's scary, man!
Anyhow, help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda was cool. I chose to jump right into level 2 workouts instead of wasting the money on level one because I got back into working out and making it through 45 minute workouts on my own. Now I wanted that extra push and more varied workouts. The level two card has 24 30-45 minute workouts (thus 3 a week for 8 weeks). Last night I did the first one for 30 minutes. It was actually really good and did what I needed it to. Instead of letting me get lost in my book and just meandering through the half hour, she spoke up at the right time and was like 'pick it up!' or 'don't forget your goals!'. I don't really know what my goals per se are...they aren't hard and fast but obviously working harder and longer can't hurt towards getting to whatever amorphous place those goals are hiding. But the workout was loaded with hills and she upped the resistance and stuff to make me work harder which clearly I wouldn't have had the motivation to do on my own.
I'm interested, excited almost to see what Rhonda has in store for workout #2. With my reduced workload in the evenings, she and I should be able to spend some quality time together. So far so good with this purchase. Though 'purchase' is kind of misnomer. Hopefully I can start putting some money towards it post taxes and post raise (!!) this month.
Anyhow, help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda was cool. I chose to jump right into level 2 workouts instead of wasting the money on level one because I got back into working out and making it through 45 minute workouts on my own. Now I wanted that extra push and more varied workouts. The level two card has 24 30-45 minute workouts (thus 3 a week for 8 weeks). Last night I did the first one for 30 minutes. It was actually really good and did what I needed it to. Instead of letting me get lost in my book and just meandering through the half hour, she spoke up at the right time and was like 'pick it up!' or 'don't forget your goals!'. I don't really know what my goals per se are...they aren't hard and fast but obviously working harder and longer can't hurt towards getting to whatever amorphous place those goals are hiding. But the workout was loaded with hills and she upped the resistance and stuff to make me work harder which clearly I wouldn't have had the motivation to do on my own.
I'm interested, excited almost to see what Rhonda has in store for workout #2. With my reduced workload in the evenings, she and I should be able to spend some quality time together. So far so good with this purchase. Though 'purchase' is kind of misnomer. Hopefully I can start putting some money towards it post taxes and post raise (!!) this month.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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