Californication

I was thinking of names for my exes because I know there will be need to speak of them.  Have settled on Mr. Californication and T-Bone.  Pretty sure you can figure those out, my thinly veiled references : ).  So got a 3 am phone call from Mr. Californication early Thursday morning.  As long as I've known him he wakes up at that hour (chinese medicine says this is when the liver is cleansing itself so what to think?) and he called.  Our last phone call involved a fantasy scenario of me in school girl's outfit, talking "jew" meaning all things Jewish.  Oh yeah.  So this time I told him about my taking a tour through a local Holocaust monument and the old Jewish men who were involved. This leads to a "so what was he wearing?" conversation, about these old Jewish men.  Hmmm, not sure what to make of that.

Kitty Vicodin

Update on my lovelies, they got spayed/neutered on Wednesday.  When I picked them up, I was told they would be lethargic and to watch them, don't let them jump up or tear their stitches.  I paid for them to have a shot of painkiller that would last 5 days and since the little ones are about 2 pounds each, I figured that would put them down for the count.  Oh, I was so wrong.  They got home and their mommy, also spayed finally, raced off into the black night.  Kittens got inside and started their campaign of terror, they stampeded around the house, jumped on their perch, on my bed, into the wood box.  Pretty much didn't seem to be lethargic at all.  My dad attempted to sleep in the front room with the fire and he finally went to bed because he said he couldn't sleep with all of the running around.  About 2 am they finally bedded down, after a bit of tuna, and haven't stopped since.  Thinking they must like the kitty vicodin.

My big announcement!

As if I couldn't be embarrassed enough this week, here's another story. I told my dad I would help him with cleaning up the leaves and fall in the backyard. I went outside to ask him where to start and a neighbor was with my dad in the garage. My parents have lived in the same house for 32 years and most of the neighbors are older people. One of these neighbors was with my dad and asked me "when is it coming?" I was confused but said something like when it does. He rephrased and it wasn't until I had asked my dad the question and left the conversation, the neighbor thought I was pregnant. Oh yeah, weight issue has reared its ugly head. I knew such a thing would happen at some point but hadn't as of yet. Guess the religious community would never assume that were true and I didn't even really understand the nature of what the neighbor was saying until I walked away. Don't know if it's good that I basically hold all my weight in my middle so look pregnant as opposed to big all over, although with recent pics I know I look big all over.

So the point of this besides embarrassing myself in cyberspace, is that I did check out the information my doctor gave about the possibility being considered that quick weight gain that can't be lost may be the result of a virus, much like in the 90s when ulcers were discovered to be a bacteria that responded to a certain kind of antibiotics and ulcer all gone! I've searched the internet and found some information. Apparently there are some studies that show that people who have a certain virus are like 67% overweight and can't lose. Info here.  Kicker is that there is presently no antibiotic or treatment so spending the $450 to get tested pretty much just tells you if you have the virus or not.  Not sure if I'll get that test but my big announcement is....I'm going to stop drinking until I see you in New York.  And by stop drinking I mean I'll only drink when my dad opens wine (like once every couple weeks) or when we go to mexican food (one beer).  I'm interested to see if taking that away will lead to weight loss, as alcohol is the only indulgence I have.  I have issues with dairy, don't drink soda, don't eat chocolate, really just like savory things.  So the only thing I haven't cut away is alcohol.  I'm also going to check out the gym down the street and see if for a month of no alcohol and regular exercise if I get anywhere with weight loss.  I tried this over the summer although I just cut back on alcohol, so now I'm going to really give it a try.  One month.  I'll make up for it in New York with you ;-).  My concern is that cutting away alcohol may not reduce the amount of calories I have because often having a glass or two of wine would quell hunger so now with more hunger, will I eat more food so therefore not cutting back on calories?  I've downloaded some menus for calorie control.  I'll have to wait and see if that does anything.  If it doesn't, well guess I'll end up getting tested for the virus and wait for an antibiotic or treatment for this virus, if I have it.  So frustrating after having been 113 pounds for 30 years.  And most frustrating is that doctors don't believe that I am actually eating what I keep in a food diary (a food diary, what?) or that I'm actually going for the walks I note on a calendar (really a calendar of walking?).  I'll be honest when I screw up and I want credit when I'm being honest.  I can not eat for several days when I have the flu and not lose any weight, so there has to be another explanation other than my supposed lack of eating control.  Sucks.

Turkey (Pot Pie) Day 2009

Picture this: Thanksgiving Day, 6:30pm, and me, standing in the frozen dinner aisle at Walmart. In my basket - one turkey pot pie (for obvious reasons), one frozen dinner of swedish meatballs in pasta (I need dinner for tonight after all), one can of jellied cranberry sauce (this is my attempt to make my turkey pot pie a thanksgiving dinner for one), and a variety pack including fruit roll-ups, fruit by the foot, and gushers (this because I'm feeling sorry for myself being alone on Thanksgiving).

How did this happen?

Rewind the clock 24 hours. As you know, I went out the night before for the standard Thanksgiving Eve binge drinking. I, in fact, did a full bar crawl through Lexington, hitting both Maca-don'ts, and the Palms...yes, I hit all two bars. And although I stumbled (or my car stumbled...yes, think Gustav's.) in around 1:30am, I figured I would be able to rise before my 1:00pm Thanksgiving Dinner Reservations at the Natural Sink Hole. Yes, I did actually have plans other than sitting alone with my dog eating a Marie Calendar's frozen pot pie. When I finally came to, I lazed about a bit thinking it must be, 11:00, 11:30 at the latest. I finally rolled out of bed and went into the kitchen to discover to my shock and dismay it was 1:30pm. I had officially slept a full 12 hours and missed my Thanksgiving dinner (this reminds me of the time I slept through one of my first college finals - a 3:00pm final...and I had to tell the professor I slept in....another tale for another day!). I panicked and grabbed my phone, which of course had several calls and texts from the party I was supposed to dine with. When I frantically texted back, she simply said "No worries, we're finishing up here." This was at 1:30pm, the reservation was at 1:00pm. At this time, I'd like to point out two things - #1: Who the hell eats thanksgiving dinner at 1:00? I understand some people eat early..okay, 3:00, 4:00, but 1:00? That's called brunch. And #2: How does one possibly enjoy the glory of a thanksgiving buffet in 30 minutes?! I am still baffled by this thought. More on that in the coming Seafood Buffet post.

Needless to say, it was over, I had missed Thanksgiving. No point in rushing. So, as you can imagine, and I'm sure as you'd do, I got back into bed and proceeded to sleep until 6:00 when I decided to roll out and attempt to find myself some dinner. I figured at least grocery stores were open on Thanksgiving right? Wrong. I got to the store around the corner, and it had closed at 6:00pm...every fast food restaurant was closed, the whole town was dead...until I remembered the beacon of hope that is Walmart. Surely, Walmart cannot be closed. And indeed, its warm blaring blue sign was lit up as always, and there I found myself, in the frozen dinner aisle at Walmart on Thanksgiving.

And on that note, I never really though about this as I haven't known many people that don't celebrate the holidays, and usually, I am with family on holidays doing the usual ordeal and have no need to go out and about to Wendy's or Kroger's. But, doesn't it get really annoying that on, for all intensive purposes for you, random days of the year everything shuts down? As I found myself having somewhat of a "normal" day, I was kind of offended that everything was shut down and was driving around like "Are you kidding me?! What about the rest of us?" Rest of us being those that don't celebrate, but mainly in my mind, me, angry and bitter that I had drunkenly slept through my plans and found myself alone and hungry on this Thanksgiving Evening.

Here's to 2010.

Exactly how dense am I?

I go to see my chiropractor the other day (totally awesome doctor, born again Christian) and I wore our brewfest shirt underneath my sweater, which sweater I took off when I had a massage in the office and then went across the hall to his exam rooms. My fellow blogger, ever looked at the back of this shirt, it's priceless please check it out. As he starts to make adjustments, he asks me what the 21st Amendment is. I'm a little confused, but I figure he knows I'm a paralegal and might be able to answer. I'm fumbling in my head for what it is and he says "Brewfest Celebrating the 21st Amendment" and it strikes me that the 21st Amendment is the end of Prohibition. I tell him that and he says oh, and something about the Brewfest. Now I'm really confused because Brewfest is over the summer and I'm pretty sure that this doctor doesn't drink alcohol. I start to wonder if there is a commercial in the music for brewfest but it's Christian music playing so I figured it can't be that. So I ask him what made him think of Brewfest. "Your shirt, it has a couple of huge mugs of beer on the back and says "Celebrating the 21st Amendment." By this time, I'm sitting on the table he uses and he sees "Server" on the front of my shirt and asks me if I served, which of course I did. I start fumbling and turning red and I tell him my friend and I served rootbeer to the kids, as if to make up for this. I also ask him if his religion precludes drinking, which he says no, it's his personal choice because he got involved with youth ministries when he was younger and he didn't want to stumble anyone. As you know, I am also religious, although have no religious prohibition against drinking alcohol and I also don't want to stumble myself onto the ground, but that's pretty much just me. The really cool part is that this doctor is a marathoner, he regularly competes in the country's major marathons and/or Iron Man competitions. Apparently there is something called hash runs, where people get together to run and drink beer. They run a mile, have a beer, run a mile, have a beer and whomever can run the furthest is who wins. That sounds like the perfect exercise for us. The club's tagline: "A drinking club with a running problem."

So I leave this appointment and go to the front desk and I'm actually embarrassed, which is hard to get out of me. I explain what happen to the front desk girls and they are so sympathetic, of course it's not a huge problem but honestly what kind of person wears a brewfest shirt with huge mugs of beer on the back to visit their Christian music listening, born again, non drinking doctor? Particularly me with my religious background. Seriously I do this to myself.

Two

Blog Like an Egyptian: Tuesday Morning Video

So last night I was in the middle of a threesome

Threesomes always sound like more fun than they end up being. By the end of the night, I had scratches and not just on my back, my face was a bit dry from all the saliva, I had someone laying on my right arm and another sleeping on the pillow next to me. And one of the hardest things was how to keep them both satisfied at the same time because of course both of them wanted my sole attention. It wasn't as bad as I'm making it sound, at least the sounds of contentedness from my partners was nice. I guess I'll give it a try again tonight, maybe it will go better.

I love my kittens. :-)

Going Back to Philly....I Don't Think So....Unless you promise not to roofie me again

What can really be said about Philadelphia? My only advice, do not wear heels on the cobblestones while going to bars on Market Street or you too will be that random girl who falls down, cannot get back up, tears a horrible wound into the knee, has a nurse run over with gauze sans tape and then removes your shoes to be able to walk and then cannot get into the second bar of the evening since the bouncer was watching this entire thing.  And my second piece of advice, don't buy those elmer glue-on bra things.  They do attack and will not let go.  We saw the museum steps that Rocky and Fresh Prince ran up, checked out the Schuykill River and those houses that are lit in the opening bit of Sunny.  We ate delicious cheesesteak at Geno's (right or was it the other one????).  Do you remember the guy and his son in front of us that schooled us in how to order - wit and not wit, right? - and then offered some cash since we were pulling lint out of our pockets?  That guy was really nice and randomly kind.  Or the busboy that caught us with our food and ushered us to a table?  Did we look hot with our bloodshot eyes?  My favorite memory (since so little of that weekend is actually in my memory) is when we went to see the Liberty Bell and you couldn't bring in your coffee but the gallon of water we had was nary a glance made.  Apparently terrorists might use coffee to hurt people but would never think to put clear liquids into gallon Poland Spring water containers.  Am I oversimplfying the terrorist mentality?  Is there not a clear liquid that could be handled in a plastic water container that could seriously hurt a great deal of people?  I love that their town hall looks like the one in Pasadena, which made me sad to be in LA.  And the Betsy Ross House which we only sat outside and pretty much tried to keep our stomachs from turning over, although I think yours did.  At least we're classy enough to not actually puke at a national monument....or at least not actually in front of it...oh it seems that you need to write a post about how to properly drink at national monuments, since you have much more experience at that.  Then our evening drinking champagne (!) by the river in that little town, with sushi and oysters - alas a cilantro oil included - and then I had to drive a boys truck back to Philly to get cars to then return him to his home.  Champagne lightweight...I'm sure you have sufficiently schooled him. 

Yah, I'd go back to Philly.

Check out this post, I really like it

fridaville: Not My Corporate Head Shot

Warning!

Be careful my fellow lonely hearts clubber....men are stalking you and not the light internet stalking we do....

Can it be overemphasized how adorable kittens are?

Today is a somber one. The only kitten that isn't staying with me leaves and the only saving grace is she is going to a home with kids in it who are so excited. She is the black and white one above, actually most white and she has a black mask going on, the softest fur and the sweet docile personality. As opposed to Roi, our feisty jumper. Roi literally curled up in the crook of my arm last night and laid there all night. Any time I moved and she awoke, she started purring. Man, god did make them cute so we would put up with the unfun bits. Last night the kittens also got in trouble when they were playing on the table and my dad grabbed them by the scruff of the neck and put them down with a "NO!" Charley's feelings were hurt and my dad had to make nice, dad calls him fairy cat because he's so sensitive.  I think they are all adorable and am very lax, apparently I would not make a good mother, at least in discipline...I spent 20 minutes this morning doing the cat ritual, some time with the 22 year old girl, feeding medicine to the 19 year old male with bad teeth, keeping our 8 year old from clawing the faces of the kittens.  She fails to remember that she was once a stray that we let inside and have taken care of for over 2 years.  Actually she first showed up right about the time I started working at the "office that is not nearly as reasonable as the one in Office Space."  I would come home during lunches to check on her, since she was so skittish and would be easily scared away from her food by light wind.  She is now jealous over the little ones and makes sure to growl at them every chance she can.  Some have wondered if she was responsible for missing Mingo, hopefully he is happily licking his chops somewhere in a warm house. 

I invited our mutual friend to be a follower on our blog so that will be cool.  When you can, log into the blog from your work desktop and I can see the ip address and have that address disregarded in the statcounter.  Hope your workday was at least somewhat interesting and you got free food.  Because at the end of the day, that's the most important part.

Speaking of brunch

Ok, it was me speaking about brunch but since I was doing a post on how to get the most champagne out of a brunch, it totally reminded me of our brunch at Bondi Road and how we need to return there when we're in New York in a few weeks.  Unlimited drinks - mimosa, bloody mary, greyhounds and couple others we didn't try - for like $18 with food?  Oh, why didn't I know about you when I lived there?  Even my brother was interested in the whole unlimited drinks thing when I told him about it later.  Awesome aussie waitresses, not abusive and always have a pitcher of something delish in their hands.  That sweet waitress who was so interested in the wide ruled paper with hello kitty and champagne bottle stickers all over it because two had left it out.  And remember the guy who was randomly bringing around those little cups with shots of whatever in them?  Or the bartender, once we had stayed so long the dinner crowd was arriving so we had to be moved to the bar, who let us in on the secret ingredient in the mimosas, you so think it's watered down, it's not.  I disavow this as the reason why I fell down on that sidewalk and those Yankee fans stopped to be sure I was okay.  See, I remember all of that so I was not drunk.  Yet. ;-)

Do we need a reason to watch Sunny?

Your big head is not welcome...

Ok Big Head. It is not necessary for you to facebook update "us" ...(and by us I mean him, but considering I check his page more than he presumably does, I'm gonna roll with the creepy factor here and actually associate myself as literally a part of his facebook)... every time you go out drinking. "We" don't care. "We" don't care that you finished your beer by yourself and didn't share with anyone ("lol you're so funny") and "we" don't care that you missed him out drinking last night! And furthermore you're allegedly engaged....so why don't you take your vested facebook interest and trot on over to your fiance's page, where you may be welcome. Back off Big Head.

Sunday Night

So on the agenda tonight: cleaning a kitchen that has been used and abused for the past week (or who are we kidding, two....two, haha) with no tender loving after (i.e. dish washing, or even, food disposing). No champagne to be had....perhaps I should polish off my leftover 12 pack before starting the task?

We shouldn't, but we're nerds

You know it was ridiculous how excited we were to get our first comment to this blog or how excited I was when I saw we had 33 visitors, until I realized that was all me and my fiendish blogging.  Reset those stats and sent you info on how to take out your ip address at home and work so we aren't inflating those numbers.  Kinda fun that people are actually looking at this right?

And I love the comment, who doesn't love kittens and champagne?  Exactly.  That's the point.

I'm calming down on the posts, have a few saved for the perfect moment.  This is too much fun and so glad I'm blogging with you.  It's just like when we go out, we're there for the first happy hour, we finish all the champagne bottles on site, and are there for the second happy hour.  Except it's online. Fantastic, can't wait to see what you write, considering how slow work is.

Note the changes to this blog, love it!

"Kittens beat everything"

This from a slate story about the balloon boy fiasco a month ago:

Now, had a 98-year-old grandfather reportedly climbed into the same basket and soared into the same skies, the fright would not have been as large. Oh, CNN would have broken from its regularly scheduled programming to cover it and so would have local reporters. But few care about 98-year-old victims. In fact, in the hierarchy of victimhood, young beats old, female beats male, domestic beats foreign, fur beats scales, defenseless beats well-armed, pregnant beats nonpregnant, and kittens beat everything.

Oh yeah, kittens beat everything.

Too much Sunny? Never may that happen

Of course we have a mutual love of Sunny which is why I thought you would like to view them talking about the show.  It has a pic of Mac and Dee, who as we know is from a town both of us know well (and know well meaning have been to and try to not go to as much as possible), and it's interesting to hear them speak.  They actually film in Philadelphia, which I'm sure will be a blog posting for us at some point, and I love the part at the end where they say if you're talented, don't wait for others to do it, just do it yourself.  That's pretty much why we blog, right? heheheheh

What do sunday morning, brunch and champagne need to be more fantastic?

Us.

Okay, we always said that we should share our knowledge of how to do a brunch properly.  I will do so today as I wish we were sitting at our fav place on the river, with that awesome waitress who brought us champagne long after the brunch was closed. 

Do not actually eat brunch before noon.  It's not appropriate since you're likely not feeling good after Saturday night. 

Do not waste precious stomach space on salads or pastas, unless it's the most amazing looking thing ever. 

Best to start out with a couple glasses of champagne, coats the stomach nicely.  And for those waitresses who only bring champagne for as long as you are eating, you throw them off by drinking a couple of glasses first.

Then be sure and get a plate of crab legs, raw oysters, lobster, shrimp, whatever fresh seafood is being offered.  This doesn't add a lot of bulk to your stomach but it's freakin' delicious. 

Keep drinking champagne and stop for champagne breaks between "courses." 

Eventually go back for whatever hot foods are must haves....eggs benedict....belgian waffles....bacon.  In this case a little of those goes a long way. 

I generally love carving station meats but have to say, once it's sat under that little heat lamp (sunbeds for beef) for the whole morning, it's not looking so good.  Probably best to avoid. 

At this point, if you have this amazing waitress, you have had a bit of champagne and are pretty happy.  If you are still hungry, more plates of seafood.

While you were getting your plates of seafood, check out the dessert area and see if there is anything that will go with champagne - chocolate, strawberry tart, lemon cake.  Anything else, don't bother with.

Once seafood is safely in your stomach, with champagne chasers, ok to go for dessert.  Maybe an assortment of yummy things that are to be shared with your friend and probably mostly left behind.

It's possible that you have stayed so long that the waitress has gone home, hopefully having left the remains of whatever bottles were to be thrown out.  If she hasn't, then move to the bar and order more champagne!

Because if it's between food or champagne, well, man can't live on bread alone.

I leave the proper way to eat seafood buffet at a national monument to my fellow blogger.

Food porn

Oh we can never do a food journal, this one is pretty great. 

Charley

I've decided that Charley Bear is pretty much like a perfect man.  He fell asleep on my chest last night, he comes while I call and I'm having him neutered on Wednesday.

If only I wanted a perfect man.

Another one

So we are not the only ones who love kittens and champagne!

More Kittens and Champagne

Check out this Blog.  We need that photo and look farther down for fun in a champagne glass that we have never imagined....Might have to follow this blogger, she's got it right.

Important Sunny Update

Oh this is awesome, the D.E.N.N.I.S. system was being tried out on the actor's real life wife.....

Um. Yeah

I went on amazon.com tonight to look into getting a gps like we talked about. I researched editor's picks and decided on a garmin, hopefully it's a good one. Anyways, I was looking at amazon's recommendations for me and most of the stuff there reflected what I have been searching for....except...there are all these picks for posture bras or posture corrective braces, which I have never shopped for.  Is amazon.com telling me to stand up straight, did my mom put them up to this, what is going on? Do I need posture correction???? Is amazon.com judging my posture???

My Saturday Night

Kitten knocked over my q-tips...note to all, anything that will take more than 10 seconds to clean up should have a kitten proof cover to it...

collected kitty poo for parasite test...

faxed emails from the unemployment office to the unemployment office to prove that I had contact with the unemployment office as of October 1...

semi-watching Law and Order which is thankfully new although does it really matter? i would watch it anyway...

just about to have a salad and several glasses of wine...

giggling over Mock Trial sweatsuit "porn" you sent me (that should be your next internet blog and possible new job)...

still have to watch UP, let you know how that is...

contemplating watching The McLaughlin Group which has just moved to Saturday nights at 7:30...

Hope your night was much better and you can let me know if the prior post on honey for a hangover actually works.

How to Prevent or Cure a Hangover with Honey | eHow.com

How to Prevent or Cure a Hangover with Honey | eHow.com

Have a great time tonight!

so have a good time tonight, i'm going to take a shower, watch movie, get food, love on kittens, you know, saturday night ;-)

Cloves

I'm on my last pack of cloves. I voted for you Mr. President, I mean Oxy pride and all....but come on man!!

Beer & Cell Phone Camera

After consuming a healthy serving of beer, I decided to don my high school mock trial sweatsuit and take a picture of myself in said sweatsuit using my cellphone camera (motive...need not be mentioned). This has turned into a photographic series of various stages of undress of the sweatsuit from pant-less version to topless version to....

I'm becoming an amateur self portrait photographer...beginnings of a career in porn?

Conversation with your sister in IM

"love your dog, we had a cocker for many years and she was the best dog, got hit by a car. so sad. we buried her in the back yard and our next dog dug up her body. not a pretty story, sorry too lazy to delete"

If anyone else ever reads this

Really cool thing is that if we are as hilarious as we think we are (such a huge if) possible to monetize the blog to get this, what our blog is about....do you think that the words kitten and champagne would bring up x rated ads?

Applying for jobs

So I go online to the website you had me be a reference for you on, they have sent me some notification that they want me to apply for this job. But hey can't find a way to upload my resume. Seriously, see the box that explains how to do it, no upload or browse button. And find a job I want to apply for, can't do it, no resume. Sent an email to ask about it, yeah they will get back to me within 3 business days, so wednesday of next week? Hmmm....

Discovery of the Day

Frozen chicken nuggets are much better cooked in the oven versus the microwave...yes, it saves time, but they're soggy and gross.

Sibilance, Sibilance, Check, Check, Getting this?

Checking to see if we get verification of new posts! Let me know if you do, still haven't seen anything come through.....

The hell of being unemployed and where exactly are the unemployment customer service offices located?

I've officially been unemployed since the end of September. Tried to make a claim and found that since I was disabled for most of last year, I have to fill out more paperwork and have my doctor verify that I was disabled. Took two weeks and several emails to get the forms, completed them, doctor took a couple of weeks to complete his portion because he was crazy busy (best chiropractor ever and I never share his name because he's already so hard to get to see). Beginning of November I hear from the unemployment department that I need to call immediately or claim will be denied. Course I call and go through a series of questions about why I was unemployed. Apparently I need to give the medical terms and explanations which confuses me since why did the doctor have to fill out his part of the form? I told the technician my arms were "tingly" which isn't medical enough. He can't read the doctor's handwriting or even mine for that matter. And in order to be considered disabled with the unemployment office, I have to actually be unable to do anything. Swear to god this is how the conversation goes....Tech: "So could you do another job in an office, like receptionist, you know picking up phones?"...Me: "No, I couldn't even hold my cell phone for more than a couple of minutes. BTW, the job of receptionist wasn't available at my office."...Tech: "Well, you could have gotten a job at another office."...Me: "Another office? When all I could do is possibly pick up a phone? And when I was previously making $25 an hour? What job would pay me to just pick up a phone, much less for $25 an hour?" Yeah, so my claim gets approved but I need to call the department in order to claim prior weeks. First day I try to call is Veteran's Day, office closed, which I don't learn until I go all the way through the automated system. Call again for the next 6 business days and the line rings fast busy. Finally send a fax and last Saturday morning at 8 am, get a message from the unemployment department that I need to call the number during the week, the same number I cannot get through on. Again spend all week trying to call, can't get through. Today talk to a human and get the claim reestablished but snafu! can't get benefits for the first 5 weeks because I "didn't make the claim." Oooookkkkkk....this is getting comical. Speak to supervisor and he can see all the times I've logged on to see if I can claim but this is not conclusive that I was trying to claim these weeks. Anyways, I have emails that I had with the unemployment department to get the disabled forms going and I'll fax those over. Not to mention that everything I receive from them has the wrong dates, which I correct every time. And the kicker, the first two people I spoke with on this claim had the strongest spanish accents and were unable to read my handwriting as well as the doctor's....which I had no problem reading. So now I'm wondering, is my state's unemployment department being outsourced to Mexico?????

Speaking of Kittens....

So kittens got their vaccinations today, first set. I was told that they would be lethargic for the rest of the day. They were being pretty quiet in their box that they had previously been rocking so I decided to pop over to Starbucks for a chai latte and breakfast sandwich, alas no champagne at Starbucks. When I return to my car, the first indication of something amiss were the blinking hazard lights. As soon as I opened the door, freaked out kittens scattered and got themselves lodged under the seats. Upon closer inspection, the two girls had apparently gotten out of the carrier box so quickly, they had pinned the top flap against their brother still in the box and all I saw was (hey those words are anagrams!) his little paw sticking out of the hole for the handle. The ride home is pretty much what you see in the picture, all three kittens on my lap, on top of each other, trying to not get hit when the steering wheel comes around for a turn. One leaves on Monday, sad.

And you didn't think they would actually talk about kittens...and champagne....did you?

Breakfast of Champions

Champagne Kittens!

So I put "champagne" and "kittens" into google and this was the tamest pic that came out of that search. These kittens of the champagne color are available at some website. Too lazy to post it I guess. Super cute.

"Kittens Mittons, You'll Be Smitten!"

Hey H whaddya think?

Pretty cool little setup huh for our lonely hearts club. Maybe I'll post pics of kittens and you can provide pics of champagne...given recent life events...