tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63072242011-08-20T11:50:30.453-07:00This actually has nothing to do with cats wearing pants, but it's kinda funny to think about. Enjoy my musings, folks, and a little trip into my brain...There will be a quiz on it later...CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.comBlogger5581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-79930539359282925302011-08-20T11:32:00.000-07:002011-08-20T11:50:30.463-07:00

You know, sometimes you really do wake up and it's a better day. It's sunny, 70 degrees out, hardly any humidity. I have a belly full of blueberry pancakes, a napping son and husband, and I even got a little work done this morning. It is a better day today. Last night, my mood was downright black. For the first time, I genuinely would have loved to have had a babysitter on hand so the Hubby

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This is the continuation of my previous post: “Isn’t This More Fun Than a Barrel of Monkeys?” When we left off, we were on our way home, Monkey’s hardware in place for our home administration of the IV antibiotics. I want to point something out. I’m actually a very stalwart person when it comes to medical stuff. I don’t get ooged out quickly or easily, in fact, I worked for a year as a

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Inspired by Operawife... 1. Do you like to shop? The simple answer is no. I love the idea of shopping, but once I start, I generally don’t enjoy it. I am a lot like Operawife, I have really, really bad buyers remorse, and I do the same thing, I’ll circle the store 8,000 times and generally talk myself out of buying whatever it is that I have in my hand. Now, sometimes, this is a good thing,

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My son is developing a really distinctive personality. As in, he clearly has things he really likes, and really, really dislikes. One thing that we’ve noticed all along is that if he’s cool, chilling out in his napper (napper being the soft bed-like sling sort of thing that comes with the playpen) or in his bouncy seat or on his changing table or in his crib and you decide that YOU want some

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-72907265115769683672011-08-05T16:31:00.000-07:002011-08-07T13:19:23.948-07:00

Speaking of which, a barrel of monkeys sounds AWFUL. Horrible, smelly, covered in feces and urine... worst barrel ever, really, stay far away from that barrel.And speaking of barrels of urine, let me tell you a story. By barrel, I mean hospital, and by urine I mean, well, actually I mean urine. This should be fun, huh? Doesn't it sound fun already? Let's proceed into my world of urological

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Nope. Not really.Remember when I said that I would go into just how much I am NOT superwoman? Here it is....We're at day 13, and I'm about to pull the plug on my milk production efforts. Over the past 5 days, I have produced about a half ounce of breastmilk. No real improvement, and certainly not nearly enough to sustain him. We've had three visits to the lactation consultants ... The first

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Our little bundle of joy was born on 6/18/2011, at 7:03 pm, and he weighed 7.3 pounds and a healthy 20.75 inches long.We have been calling him Monkeyfeet or perhaps on here "Monkey" for short, because he has his daddy's feet and toes. Long, long feet, and, long finger-like toes. He will sit there and spread them all out like in that picture, and it looks kind of like he is about to go swinging

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Well, my induction date has been set for June 18. I'd be lying if I said that I was excited about it. I really did want to go into labor naturally. But they have assured me that I'm not in for the worst of the worst, as I'm already almost 4 cm dilated. There is something about having the induction scheduled though. Besides all the awful things that they say about induction, I just had made

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I have 17 minutes to kill while a large file copies over. So my challenge is to just to get something down in 17 minutes.Start your engines.What do I want to talk about? Should I talk about the pregnancy? Should I talk about the future? Should I talk about watching Zoe sit in the window and chatter at the birds? Well, let's start here. I am due on June 10th, which means that I am working

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It feels like possibly the biggest understatement that I can make to say that a lot has happened. It's been over a year, if a lot hadn't happened, then we should be wondering what the hell I've been doing with myself. What rock had I climbed under?But, this is not the case. I'm going to be really honest with you, my one or two readers that I currently have. There is a reason that I've let

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-61644890671339626942011-06-07T14:15:00.000-07:002011-06-07T14:17:17.909-07:00

I'm having a baby. In three days. My intention isn't to go on here once a year and post an update, it's to blog all the time. But, I figure, let's get the big news outta the way, and then I'll go more into what's up. So, the big news.Baby. Like, RIGHT NOW.:-)

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Brief update before I jump in...1) Holidays, good, very nice in fact.2) Life, also good, busy like everyone else, but exciting3) Cats, hanging in there.So, I'll start with #3, because there was a very nice request for an update. Ronin has given us a real interesting time of it. We took him in to the doctor in December and the doctor happily proclaimed that Ronin seemed to have stablized. We

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Ronin, my blog's namesake has been having some troubles lately. Namely with his eyes. We noticed at the end of August that his one of his eyes looked a little odd, but it didn't seem bad, so we took a cautious "wait and see" attitude. A couple of weeks later, it was looking considerably worse so we made an appointment with the vet. Keep in mind that this degeneration happened really fast.The

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I haven't been feeling great the past couple of days, so I've been camped out, watching a lot of television. Some great things like Golden Girls reruns, Glee, episodes of Ghost Hunters (I don't know why these shows all start with G's, but anyway). Then some potential crap like Toddlers in Tiaras, I Didn't Know I was Pregnant some show about this guy who helps girls in pageants, and a bunch of

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This has been a big year. A big summer. Goats. Boats. Trails. And amazing views.Plus, it's been a big year for me performance-wise. I'm on my third show for the year, so it's been really amazing.I think I'll just go ahead and tell you folks a little story. I'm pretty sure I have no readers left, so I could be as offensive as I like, right? Well, maybe not in this post, but I'll be sure to

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What I did this past weekend...Did I attend this, you ask? You could say that... The Hubby and I had the honor of being two of the 30 singers on stage in the choir performing at Video Games Live on January 24th here in Seattle. Video Games Live is a touring show, it's been going for a few years now, and they played at the Paramount Theatre this past Saturday, to a completely sold out house.

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The hubby is making a batch of split pea soup right now, and ohmygodgetoutofmywaycuzIwanttoeatitall does it smell good! We've had a run of really amazing recipes come through our kitchen as of late. Some of them are:Short rib ragu over homemade gnocci (AMAZING)Crab and ricotta-stuffed manicotti with a low-fat white sauce (ALSO AMAZING)Fresh white bean dip with toasted pita wedges (OMG...Drool,

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I said that I was going to try to do NaBloPoMo for a reason. The operative word being try because I knew that the chances of me actually succeeding with posting a blog every day for a month were kind of low. I just didn't have anything to day over last weekend, and then I ended up being so preoccupied that I didn't even want to blog. Sorry, kids. Thems the breaks.But now, the proverbial dust

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Days worked out this week (so far): 3Mornings gotten up at the butt-crack of dawn to go walking 'round Greenlake: 2Number of auditions scheduled for this weekend: 1:-)

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Tonight, I left work a little late and ventured out to meet my regular bus. We have an illicit affair, he and I. I wait on a street corner, show a little leg and my main squeeze, the 355, picks me right up, asks me if I want a date and then takes me home. Granted he also picks up about 60 other dates on the way home, but he is insatiable and a bit of a slut, what can I say? The reason I like

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Tomorrow, ahem, I mean today I will be power-walking with my friend "E" around Greenlake. E had the brilliant idea to go early, like before work. In other words, she's picking me up at 6:15. Part of me is still thinking "you have GOT to be kidding, this is insanity." but a stronger part of me, the part that is focused on my getting out more and self-betterment will almost certainly force my

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What do you think of the new look?I'm going for a little funky/quirky with the pattern behind the title. Not sure if I've gotten there just yet. :-/Oh, and I'm going to try to do NaBloPoMo. The operative word being try.

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Sometimes it's really strange when you have a year that's really big. This year was one of them for me, and the year ended feeling strange, and harried, though it was filled with wonderful things. This was a year of amazingly time-consuming endeavors, great things, but they all took a long time, and seemed to consume time like a mutant time tapeworm. So, here I am looking at 2008, and trying

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Okay, so I guess I should watch what I wish for. Because you know how we all dream of a white Christmas? Well, we got one, in spades, but it totally effed everything all to hell. Couple of little facts about Seattle in snow. Seattle is a beautiful, lovely city, is dazzling and sparkly in the snow, and has what I would consider to be completely non-functioning highways and roads in the snow

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Hubs, the bro-in-law and I were watching A Charlie Brown Christmas this evening, and we realized something.Charlie Brown get's pretty well abused by all of his friends, especially the girls. Mostly telling Charlie Brown about how stupid he is, how he can't do anything right "Boy are you stupid Charlie Brown!""You've been dumb before, but now you really blew it!""Yeah, do something right for a

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-87159856863051188352008-12-20T15:48:00.000-08:002008-12-22T17:36:36.608-08:00

You like me, you really like me! Now picture a 5’2” 31 year old woman standing in her office, clutching a highlighter, with mascara running down her face. Oh, wait, no, that was me earlier, when I was losing my mind with a large internet provider/communications company that rhymes with “west”. Since they really are not my friends right now, we shall call them “Worst Communications”. Thankfully

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-85051247854062041762008-12-19T08:49:00.000-08:002008-12-19T08:56:33.485-08:00

The Hubby and I took a walk mid-afternoon to Green Lake, these are some photos that we took. Green Lake is a large-ish lake and city park about 6 blocks from our house. I know it's not big by Great Lakes standards, but for a city park, it's a pretty big lake. They have swimming there in the summer, a little beach, kayaking, paddleboating, and a little wading pool for toddlers, not to mention

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Gift-giving is always an interesting thing. It’s hard when you have people on your list that do the ever-popular “I don’t want anything this year” which as my husband put it the other day means “Oh, so you mean that you’d like a giant ceramic penguin filled with dental floss? Perfect! We can get that for you.” The inherent danger with saying “I don’t want anything” is that it basically means

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-26847791954467829682008-12-18T11:30:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:46:42.502-08:00

I love the winter. I know I've said it before, and I'll say it again.I woke up this morning to a crisp 30 degrees, and the snow was coming down. It's been threatening snow here in Seattle for the past two days, finally, the big one upstairs has delivered a butt-load of the white stuff all over this fair city.What that means for the region however is that the white stuff is nice to look at, but

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Okay, so I've been kind of suffering from the Bah Humbugs this year. I'm just going to warn you in advance, this blog might come off as seeming overly whiny or whatnot. Yes, I am sort of having my own personal little pity party, but it's my party and I'll cry into my eggnog if I want to.You know, let me amend my first sentence, I haven't kind of been having the Bah Humbugs, oh no, it's been in

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Tonight I made an iBook. Oh my God. I think I'm in love with this application. For serious, peoples.

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One of three things are going on right now: 1) We are either in some sort of crazy solar flare, sunspot addled time period.2) I have some kind of tumor.3) I am slowly losing my mental faculties. If nothing else, this is what might happen anyway, so that's comforting.I have had the most vivid dreams over the past 4 nights. Like, bright, brilliant, vibrant dreams, and ones that I remember really

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-55024907853072386002008-12-09T01:30:00.000-08:002008-12-09T01:33:15.408-08:00

Growing up, I always had a fake Christmas tree. We had a loft/attic of sorts above the garage, and the thing lived up there during the long hot summers on Long Island, stored in 10 enormous cardboard boxes with the words XMAS TREE scrawled across them. To begin putting it up, we first erected the wooden pole that had holes drilled in it. Holes for the branches. Each hole had a little dab of

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It is the day after Thanksgiving, and I had to work today. I'm tired, still nursing a turkey hangover from last night. How was everyone's Thanksgiving? Ours was good, the Hubby cooked up a storm, and it was all delicious. Eventually we will be hungry again and today we will be chowing down on some open-faced-turkey sandwiches. The standout dish from last night was really the stuffing. The

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Okay, I'm going to delve into something here that admittedly could sound really, um... let's go with the word "antiquated". I have long maintained that I feel in many ways like a failure as a wife. Why? Because I am not terribly wifely, I don't engage in a lot of things that many women do, nor do I have the same interests or attitudes as many women. I don't swoon over babies, I can certainly

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Behold!Tonight the hubby and I had two things to take care of for Thanksgiving day. Hubs was doing the cream of mushroom soup, and I made the pumpkin bread. Note provided illustration, that is the bread right after it came out of the oven. We used fresh pumpkin this year instead of canned as we actually did have a spare pumpkin. Because of the pumpkin picking day, we ended up with two pumpkins.

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The hubby's favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. He's like a little kid on Christmas morning, that hype that leads up to the day, that giddiness that is contagious, spreading throughout the house like a warm um.. something... like a warm pudding... I dunno, I'm fresh outta metaphors. It's this overwhelmingly warm fuzzy feeling that envelopes you entirely. It started in earnest today.I came down

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Do note the large slab o' knives on the left hand side of the photo. The hubby swears on a stack of bibles that it's the most sanitary way to store them things, but I still have visions of one getting knocked right off that magnetized slab and stabbing me right through my foot. Not only would that sting a tad, it would also damage the hardwood floor in the kitchen and we can't have that, now

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We close! A glimpse of the yard for you. We will be adding lots of plants and flowers, bringing the grass to the edge of the walkway, so you can walk from the walkway into the yard area without having to step over the flower beds.There is a fig tree that is going bye-bye in this photo. It's going to be replaced with a shrub that is more appropriate for that space, or a nice flower bed with

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I need a sewing machine.I can't wait to plant things in our yard.I also can't wait to make our curtains.I am worried about parking on our street.I'm ready to dig in the dirt.I wish that the uptight Seattlites weren't quite so uptight.I have actually had the urge to make art again. Like real art.I started the other day on a series of pieces (art pieces) for our house.I made a gift today.I packed

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-85409265356113536212008-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:002008-06-21T21:05:31.999-07:00

It's been a really... strange past couple of days. We had the horrible sticker shock moment as our final mortgage calculations came in and we saw THE NUMBER. The number meaning what our monthly mortgage payment will be. There were a couple of things that on the surface seemed like surprises. Of course, at the time that made me have a series of small strokes, but the number turned out to be

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You know, most of the time, our apartment complex is actually fairly quiet. Sure, there are the car alarms that go off, the neighbor who works out about twice a week making the entire building shake like there is an earthquake (no, seriously, the Hubby turned to me when it was happening and actually was wondering, is that an earthquake... ridiculous). Then we have the normal sirens and planes

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You what would work perfectly for me? 6-hour work days. I don't mean like I'd like to work 6, six hour days in a week. I mean, I'd like to work a normal 5 day work week, but for 6 hours instead of 8. I find that I arrive at 8 every day, and I'm ready to go home by about 3. It's not that I have nothing to do, on the contrary, I have plenty to do. I just find that mentally, overall I'm pretty

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Or, as it should really be called: small freak-out.I know that I went on and on earlier about how tired we all must be talking about the house, this is sort of about the house, but more about me having a screw or two loose. It's funny how when we are younger, even though we think that we have all of our adult selves in order, how quickly it becomes obvious that maybe that wasn't the case. We

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I'm sure you are getting tired of hearing about the house. Yeah, I am too. I mean, I'm not tired of it, it's just, it's all I seem to think about. That and all the shit I have to do. Which adds up to a lot of shit. A big pile of shit. It's the good kind of shit, but still. So, I'll segue into how I'm a bad wife, and my husband is awesomeness.If you hadn't heard, we're moving. (No! You're

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Our new pueblocasa (town house) will be the start of a lot of DIYing for the hubby and I. We've done things like painting, removing wallpaper, doing general decorative things, but never anything terribly complicated.Part of what we realized in our house in Texas was that we never took the time, money or energy to truly put our "stamp" on the house. Most of this was just being really green, not

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I've gotten this question quite a bit, so I thought I'd discuss it on my blog.Why did the Hubby and I choose a townhouse over a stand alone house?Well, kiddies, for several reasons, but the main reason was...We wanted to stay in the city.Homes in Seattle are similar to other major cities. If you want to stay in the city, you either need to a) be crapping bars of solid gold or b) be willing to

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-85860605790689274562008-06-10T01:37:00.000-07:002008-12-09T09:03:01.836-08:00

Here is another plant that I'd like to plant in our yard. It's the Nookta Rose. Now, I say plant, the hubby says "here's another plant that we can kill." The optimism is just overwhelming isn't it?

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We are ordering top-down blinds for the house. These are pleated/cellular blinds that you can either open from the top or you can draw them UP from the bottom. It's pretty cool. Why are we ordering them, you ask? Aren't the blinds that are already in the house good enough, you ask? Oh, ho ho! You assume too much! You assume there are blinds in the house, period! Nope. Not a single damn

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Add Image=""id="tiger lily" /> I have some sort of bizarre, irrational affection for daylilies, or as my Mom always called them, tiger lilies. Technically, per my research that I did today, tiger lilies and daylilies aren't really the same thing. Tiger lilies actually look more like those crazy easter lilies that line the altars in a Catholic Church at, well, at easter. The ones I like have

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I take the bus from the Westlake Center in Seattle to my house every day. Westlake Center is a plaza area with a mall on one side, some big fountains a some sculptures, stores, all kinds of stuff in it. But it's defined by it being an open-air plaza of sorts that takes up about 2 blocks for the plaza itself. It's pretty nice, I like taking the bus from there because it's well-lit, and

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So, our Alaska trip was taken via large boat, or cruise ship as they are called. We decided to try something different this time, and cruised with Princess Cruise Line, rather than our usual Royal Caribbean. Just as a disclaimer towards the cruise line, they were great. They crew was fantastic, food was great, the ship fine, the LINE itself did a great job. It's not the cruise LINE we had an

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I'm trying a new method. This is going to sound retarded probably, though I've said it over and over again. I hadn't realized how much thinking I do during the day, my evenings are generally kind of filled up with either a) doing freelance b) vegetating or working out or c) spending time with people. It's funny, you just never notice how short the evenings are. They really are terribly

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Yesterday I was in Starbucks in a nice area of Seattle, this shoppe happened to be in a rather trendy, hip, spendy shopping center. I was with a couple of friends from the cast, when we were witness to a truly special, awe inspsiring sight. We saw the best mullet I think I've ever seen. Let me paint a little picture for you. He had dark brown hair, and had gelled the "business in the front"

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Tonight, while waiting for the bus in the Westlake Center in downtown Seattle, I saw a guy scalping a single bus pass. I've never seen that before, it make me laugh, and then I thought to myself, how sad. He's scalping a bus pass, and it made me wonder if it was his. Why was he selling it? Just to make money? To buy drugs? To buy a drink? To put food on the table for his family? It really

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This week has been... well... ridiculous.Rehearsals have been going well, and I think I'm finally gelling with the rest of the cast. Which is great. And a relief. We had a big event this week at work, which required me to basically plan and execute almost the entire thing. It went really, REALLY well. If you think the cast gelling was a relief for me, the event was a HUGE load off my

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This is an issue that I have been thinking about a lot lately. And that is the issue of why some people feel so damned entitled to do whatever they want regardless of how it affects other people. Kids on planes aside, it's interesting to me how some people not only feel that it's okay to do things, but somehow is their right. Case in point: Non-service dogs in stores. Carrying a little dog

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Why am I so sore after working out? Like I said in an earlier blog post, I've begun working out. A lot. Lately, I have been feeling off-track with my regimine so I pushed myself particularly hard the other day, did a lot of arm flailing about as I was running on the treadmill. Being able to flail my arms about, which really, I was doing tae-bo-like punching motions so it wasn't actually

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It isn't often that I am truly annoyed with parents flying with small children (4 and under). I am often faced with wondering "where does it cross the line from a kid being a kid to a kid being out of line?" I really do try to be empathetic to parents. It's not easy to travel with children, I can clearly see that. The armfuls of extra items, car-seats, strollers, multiple extra bags that

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I was walking to the little fitness center in my apartment complex tonight. I went at my usual time, between 9:30 and 10:30 pm, usually a safe zone guaranteeing that I will be alone to crank up the television to whatever shitty show might strike my fancy as I work out. As I get up to the door, I notice a young man is in there, using the large spider-like weight contraption. It looks scary (the

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It's 9:15 pm on a Thursday, and I ask you ... why is the ice cream man in my neighborhood still making rounds at this hour? One of the funniest parts about this ice cream truck is that it's a totally ghetto, and I mean, GHEH-TOW ice cream truck. It's basically a white jeep that the guy took a staple gun and he went to town with some good humor signs all up ons.Speaking of the ghetto... Let me

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Man... I've been SUPER busy. You know how sometimes so many things happen, it becomes almost HARD to blog about it.. you don't know where to start! That's where I am. I have been up to so many things.I'm going to pop some pics on here to show you some things that I've been doing. This past weekend was the Fremont Solstice Festival. It was wild. I realized as we were leaving from seeing the

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-46147874685862954032007-05-27T18:05:00.000-07:002007-05-27T18:30:55.379-07:00

First of all, THANK YOU for everyone who offered their kind words to me. There was much love over the blogosphere. And then there wasn't. There was one induvidual who felt compelled to come forward and share their thoughts, and impart their particular brand of "sticks and stones" wisdom to me, in a lovely, scathing, manner... hmmm. Frankly, I don't force anyone to read my blogs. I don't ask

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Based on actual events that happened today at 5:15pm. To the Asshole in the Gym;You hurt me. You really hurt me. In fact, you hurt me more than you can ever even imagine. It is because of people like you, people who don't think before they speak, who don't consider their words and the impact that they have that I hate the way I look. Yes. I said it. Hate the way I look.I mean that, 100%.

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Currently listening to: Mika's My Life in Cartoon Motion.Incidentally, before I get to the real meat and potatoes of this blog entry, let me just start with a not so subtle plug for an artist that I've found recently that I'm totally diggin'. He's a fun artist, this is not dreary, I want to kill myself emo music. It's well done, an all-around great set of tunes (the whole album is good, which

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-18886550945527293152007-05-19T12:47:00.000-07:002007-05-19T13:42:15.946-07:00

Last night the Hubby and I met after work to go for a nice bike ride. It was bike to work day yesterday and though I didn't bike to work (though the Hubby did he's more industrious and in better shape than I) I wanted to a) pay some homage to the biking culture that threatens to take over Seattle, and b) I was going to swim after work, but biking sounded better. At the time. I say that

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-607848621884251822007-05-17T17:48:00.001-07:002008-12-09T09:03:03.858-08:00

Game on. I'm sitting here killing time before the ball game. The hubby is work on his cover letter, and Sleepless in Seattle is on TV. The very end of it that is. The weather has become really beautiful today, which I'm very glad for. It started out cold and cloudy/drizzly this morning, and now it's just gorgeous out. Sunny, cool, hardly a cloud in the sky. Perfect for an evening ball

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-74953623171572171262007-05-16T22:16:00.000-07:002008-12-09T09:03:04.045-08:00

Jesus H. Christ on a fucking pogo stick. What kind of demon spawn is that? If I saw that coming at me, I would scream and run in the opposite direction. Sorry to any of you hairless cat lovers out there, but I think they are hideous. So, the Hubby and I are going to baseball game tomorrow. I'm actually REALLY excited about it. I should probably put some thought into what I will be wearing.

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-36867826593404653662007-05-07T02:56:00.000-07:002007-05-07T03:29:02.513-07:00

Pressure.Recently I have been feeling almost overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with all of these thoughts and these feelings. I find myself almost consumed by those everyday thoughts about being an adult. Something which I have done for a long time now, not the thinking part per se, but the adult part. Why is it now, I am suddenly feeling overwhelmed by these things?The hubby and I will not be able to

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1874317048234117122007-04-10T23:49:00.000-07:002007-05-20T23:41:34.506-07:00

Well, I knew I would start to feel this way. I'm really missing having our own little house. I just don't enjoy the apartment thing. It's not that I mind renting all THAT much, though I do miss owning our own house. Well, yeah. Truth be told, I DO miss owning my own house. Very much. I went this afternoon and drove around my favorite neighborhood, and it reaffirmed how much I want to live

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-36564360715400019562007-04-09T02:22:00.000-07:002007-04-09T03:00:16.267-07:00

Yes, that is a random title. It has nothing whatsoever to do with my post.Well, happy Easter everyone, my Easter was quiet. Just Nate and Charles were here. I just wanted to do a little soul-baring blog tonight. I was watching a show on HBO about Rosie's family cruise that she did or is doing, geared towards gay people and their families. I cried almost the whole time watching it, mostly

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-61271971635094112172007-03-18T16:20:00.000-07:002007-03-18T16:58:45.131-07:00

I love lazy days.I love days where I don't have to get up at any particular time. I love, love, love lazy days.Today, I had one of those lazy days. It's a beautiful out, one of those cool but sunny days, and I have spent the entire day in my pajamas, looking out the window, enjoying the sunshine in my own way. A Catpants way. Pajamas are a big part of the Catpants mantra, not needing to be

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-42175235085479875022007-03-17T19:26:00.001-07:002007-03-17T19:46:40.382-07:00

This week I: 1) Won an award.2) Got a part.Please elaborate, you say?This past week was our annual conference at my company. My department basically produces it, puts it together, runs it and so on so forth. It's basically event planning. This is of course on top of all the other crap (i.e. big piles of stuff) my department does. So every year, we put on this event. It's a good thing, it

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-42424989732465183392007-03-17T19:08:00.000-07:002007-03-17T19:27:04.569-07:00

Okay, so we had a little upheaval with the ding dang bridesmaids dresses. I called the store where we were going to get our dresses. I'll call it "Large Chain Bridal Store". I call them a while back asked what time frame they were in right now, so I know when to order. They told me 8-12 weeks. Okay. That’s not bad at all. Then the bride called about a week later to ask them something for her

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It's really strange, this world that we live in, this virtual world of the blogosphere. I for some reason, as I've spoken about several times have had a lot of trouble keeping up, keeping open and just making the time to come and hang out and basically see my friends in the blogworld. I am sorry to say that I haven't done much poking around lately, I just haven't been around the blogs like I

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-29158432414978701502007-02-27T22:42:00.000-08:002007-02-27T22:46:28.927-08:00

The other day, I submitted the very cute picture of Zoe at the table awaiting sushi(as seen in this previous post) to cuteoverload.com. I though that maybe she had a chance of making it to the coveted pages of undeniable cuteness. I found out today that Zoe made it. She's famous now, all bow down to her cuteness which has been verified by the blogosphere. Click right here to see and revel in

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Well, it's president's day. A day to worship and meditate on the presidents. Eat president cake, and have the president parade around the living room, with the cats pulling little presidential chariots.Or something like that.I love getting president's day off, I'm not complaining about that AT ALL. I. Love. It. But the entire holiday is kind of silly, really. Oh well. Still not complaining.

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First watch that. Trust me, it's worth it.I love nerds. I am a proud nerd myself, and I have a quite a bit of the music nerd in me as well. You see, when I was in school, not high school either, but 4th grade, when it came time to choose an instrument to play in school, I chose a path less traveled. I didn't choose the flute or the clarinet, though oh my, I did want to. But my band teacher,

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yum Originally uploaded by roninpants. Zoe loves sushi. And sake. She's hardcore.

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Well, it's official. I am officially a resident of Washington state. I went today and got my new drivers license, took my new picture and everything. Of course, to my delight, my new picture is TERRIBLE, complete with an authentic peeved expression and me rocking a nice double chin. I don't know what I was doing, I can say in all honesty that I don't normally, generally have a double chin.

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1170225073851716102007-01-30T22:11:00.000-08:002007-01-30T22:32:47.523-08:00

This morning, I ventured out the door, at 7:35. It was very chilly, just a hair above freezing, which this winter has been the norm for Seattle. It was also one of those terribly wonderfully misty mornings, where the sun is out, but it's behind a dreamy, gauzy haze. It makes everything seem soft and quiet. I scraped off my car, which had a light crust of ice encasing the entire thing. As I

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Some people have... other things. Today at work, I was wearing my usual schlumpy clothes, my standard black pants, my boots (I've decided that I don't give two flying figs about my footwear at work, I have to walk a lot, and then there is the bus and the rain and no one else cares) and all was fine. All was good. All was.... Binding. Ooof. What is the deal? You know what the problem is... I

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1169692970762621122007-01-24T18:35:00.000-08:002007-01-24T18:42:57.243-08:00

This afternoon I was waiting for the bus, it was right about sunset. The sun did put in an appearance today, for most of the day, in fact. I was listening to my iPod, enjoying some vintage Flaming Lips. Anyway, it was sunset, it was crisp and cool out, and the sky was beautiful, filled with puffy, wispy clouds.The sun was hitting them just right.They were pink.They looked like cotton candy.

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1169097911137515242007-01-17T21:18:00.000-08:002007-01-17T21:25:11.180-08:00

I'm not going to delve into this much, but I did want to mention it because it has weighed heavily on me. Our housemate, the Nutcase is, sadly, going back home to Texas.It's really for the best, and we love him very much and we are going to miss him more than either the hubby or I can say. I cried when he told us, but not in front of him... not really at least. I wanted to be positive and

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1169097491915256002007-01-17T20:44:00.000-08:002007-01-17T21:26:40.110-08:00

The hubby and I are trying every month to have a little getaway. We pick a place in the area, stay overnight in a hotel, have some hot nookie, and generally relax, explore the areas that we go to. It's fun, a nice way to decompress and also to see the Northwest. Our December getaway was to Leavenworth, WA. We went there with my brother in law and his partner. Thus far two of our excursions

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1168943961761768752007-01-16T02:25:00.000-08:002007-01-16T02:40:36.103-08:00

Snow. I was told, adamantly, VEHEMENTLY that it basically never snows in Seattle. And if it does, it NEVER sticks. It never really gets cold enough for freezing weather. Well kids, thus far since the Hubby and I moved to Seattle in August and winter has blown into the region it has snowed, been icy, had basically good ol' wintery weather MANY TIMES.So why this sea of lies? Well, it's

CatPantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18189525956347746414noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6307224.post-1164691397334806812006-11-27T20:52:00.000-08:002006-11-27T21:23:18.796-08:00

Over the weekend, we put up the Christmas decorations. Our house looks festive and merry. Like Santa took a big dump all over it. Just kidding. It does look pretty. However, we made the atrocious mistake of going to a store, a public place in which to purchase merchandise, on Saturday. I don't know what we were thinking. A temporary lapse of reason, I suppose. For some reason, both the

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Thanksgiving Guilt.Ah, Thanksgiving... It was an interesting day. First of all, our kitchen sink clogged up, and of course there is no one who can come fix it. So, we had/have an non-functioning kitchen sink. That was great. Other than that, it was good, quiet, and the usual suspects got pretty toasted. Kudos to the Hubby for making an awesome thanksgiving dinner!I briefly talked to my

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I have a peeve that has recently surfaced with a vengence. I hate feeling stupid. Okay, so this is not really some random pet peeve like "I hate it when people don't use their turn signals" or "It really bothers me when I find hair in the sink". This peeve I guess should be called more of a senstivity than anything else. But it feels peevish. (Which is a great, highly underused word, even if

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I was just reading an article on CNN about the top 6 most dangerous toys on the market. First of all, I couldn..t help but chuckle because all I can think of is the SNL sketch with Dan Akroyd where he's a toy manufacturer on a consumer advocate show, talking about how they make toys like "bag o' broken glass".Ladies and Jellyspoons, I'd like you to know that #2 on this list of deadly toys are

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Honestly, if you are a musician and you feel inferior after watching this, don't worry, we all do. We can't all be blessed with such unbelievable, unparrallelled musical brilliance. Feel free to pee yourself a little.. I know I did. It's simply a stunning piece of video masterwork, genius lyric writing and pure musical inspiration.Bottom line, life just isn't complete without some vintage Tim

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that I bought 2 new pairs of pajama pants today. One of them has moose all over it (or is it meese, or meeses or mooses?). I think I like "mooses", so I'm going to go with that. It just feels more natural, and I'm going to thumb my nose at any naysayers out there or lurking English teachers. So.. my pants are covered in mooses. I'm wearing them right now. They make me giggle.

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This past weekend was my 5 year wedding anniversary... It was a wonderful anniversary, I have no complaints whatsoever... In fact, it was absolutely lovely... We had a beautiful dinner on Friday (yep, the 13th, our actual anniversary) at the Dahlia Lounge, and had a really incredible Saturday involving a fireplace, jaccuzzi and a quiet rainy day...I often get inspirations for blogs at very

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The other day I went on my first audition here in Seattle. It was for a group called The Esoterics, which is a "professional" a capella choir. They travel overseas on almost annually, recently they went to Finland. They have a website which is www.esoterics.org.So, I had an audition with the director on Monday....and.....I got in! :-)At least for their next project. After that, I'm not sure

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First of all, I apologize for being a total loser with regards to my blog. I promise I will try to do better.We've been ridiculously busy, having had company almost every weekend for a month. I'm reveling in the solitude now that the house is back to it's normal level of occupancy. We had both sets of in-laws in town, which was just .... well... stressful. Anyway, this post is not about that,

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| View | Add FavoriteSomewhat belated, but when is anything I do on time, asides from getting to work each day? Not much to report overall right now, I still love my job, I love feeling so valued by my boss, it really makes a HUGE difference in my state of mind. I also am FINALLY really better, cold-wise. That cold totally kicked my fucking ass. I hated it. The days here in Seattle get

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I got a new bike today!!! Sorry the picture is not better, but it's the cutest. Check out Trek's Website for more specs and info.Yes, it is yellow, and that design is in fact, a Louis Vuitton design. SUHWEET!!! I have nothing designer in my life WHATSOEVER but by-god, I will have an ADORABLE fucking bike! Anyway, I do have to tell the story of the bike shopping experience, so strap on your

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Mild Disclaimer:I wrote this particular blog a few days ago. So, excuse the tardiness in posting it.September 5th, CatPants Wrote:Dear Blogger,I'm sorry I haven't blogged really much about Seattle yet. I actually wrote this long-assed blog a couple of days ago and my browser froze up and I had to restart the computer and... and... yeah.. it was annoying. So I lost the whole thing. Anyway, I

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It's funny. When I chose that wallpaper that is so splashily splashed on my myspace page, or that layout or what-have-you, I kind of thought to myself "well, I like it, it's not who I am right now, but I could be that girl..." A girl that really does give peace signs, loves the city and has a little bit of a crunchy, granola-eating, birkenstock wearing hippie chick residing deep down inside of

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So, I had my first day at my new job! It's going to be interesting. I'm doing the same thing that I've been doing pretty much (job-wise), but the company sounds really REALLY different from anyone that I've ever worked with. It's the same kind of place as places that I have worked in the past (same kind of company, totally different industry though), but overall the corporate culture of the

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