Sibling Love?

One morning as I was getting ready for work, Pumpkin wanted to get into the cabinet underneath the bathroom sink. This is actually part of her normal morning routine. Do other cats have morning routines because I swear that this one has OCD.

Anyway, some excitement ensued that morning because I added a bag of cotton balls to the cabinet the night before. Sookie, hearing Pumpkin chewing on plastic, came in to investigate. This is what happens.



Don’t Text and Drive

Not just for the obvious reasons like you could get into a serious accident and kill yourself or someone else. This is another reason you might not have considered…

One normal weekday night, I am out getting a few chores done. I just had a great UJam session and I stopped off at Walgreens to pick up a few things for my trip to Hawaii when my phone alerted me to a text.

About a week prior, an old boyfriend got back in touch with me. Not Houdini. Another one. Yes, another one… Let’s call this one S. (As a side note, I have a history of old boyfriends coming back… Is this normal? Let’s discuss this another time because I really would like to know.)

But back to S. I guess he had been checking up on me via Facebook and decided that now, after four years, it was a good time to hit me up. S moved back to San Diego not too long after we stopped dating, but his company still has it’s headquarters here in the Valley. So you know, when he comes up for a business trip, maybe we could hang out? Right?

Well, the jury is still out on my decision, but I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed the flattery he sent my way. I mean, every girl needs a little bit of flattery every now and again.

So there I am in Walgreens and I get a text, but it wasn’t from S. It was from a male friend of mine. Let’s call him W. The message read:

“I can’t wait to see you so that I can eat with you… I mean eat you. I mean…”

Now if only you could have seen my reaction. I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at the message, looked around, stared at it again, looked around, repeat this a few more times. While I was standing there in shock, this is the dialogue that went on in my head:

What the fuck? Whaaa? Wait. What? Ummm, this isn’t for me. Wait. No, this can’t be for me. Ummm, Universe? Is there something you are trying to tell me here? First Houdini, S and now W? I mean, I thought this guy was cute at one point, but…. No, this can’t be for me. What? This has GOT to me a mistake.

And then I started to laugh. The shoppers around me slowly walked away, afraid of the sweaty crazy lady laughing hysterically in the aspirin aisle, alone. Still in shock, I decided that I was going to ignore it and see if anything else popped up. And it did. A few seconds later I get:

W: “OMG, I am so sorry. OMG, I meant to send this to my girlfriend.”
Me: “Dude, I am on the floor in Walgreen’s laughing right now.”
W: “I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry.”
Me: “Still laughing. This is awesome.”
W: “OMG, please, please, I am so sorry. I promise I will never text while driving ever again.”

I must have laughed for a good hour and then I laughed even more when I spoke to him the next day. Especially after he related the story of how he told his girlfriend what happened. It’s a good thing for him we both have a great sense of humor because some girls would go nuts.

And rest assured, he is not going to live this down for a loooong time.

So moral of the story kids – not only should you not text and drive, do not sext and drive. Not only can it kill you, but it can also embarrass the hell out of you for a long time to come.

Ain't that the truth!

Ain’t that the truth!


An Open Letter To An Old Boyfriend

I have to admit I was very surprised to hear from you earlier this year. Eight years feels like a lifetime. So much has happened to me (and I’m sure to you) since you disappeared from my life. Some of it was bad, but most of it was good. Somewhere deep down, I knew that I would hear from you again so when I did, it meant the world to me. You said you wanted to talk more and I left the door open, so why did you disappear again?

It’s okay, really. I mean… it’s been eight years. I get it. I’m realistic. We don’t owe each other anything and maybe you didn’t intend to respond to me that day… but you did… And your silence afterwards left me confused. So I left you alone.

I’ve been doing a lot work on myself these past four years. I’m finally dealing with issues that needed to be dealt with and while I was out walking one day, I remembered that you were the one who encouraged me to seek out therapy all those years ago. I felt compelled to thank you. You responded so quickly even though I didn’t expect you to. You even shared something very personal with me, which I totally appreciated. I hope I conveyed that in the email. Again I left the door open, you have yet to walk through.

So I began to wonder, why would you do that to someone? Why would you share something so personal, tell me again that you want to talk more, and then do nothing?

Did you somehow see my previous post where I ranted about how confused I was at our exchange? About what it meant to me? Did it freak you out? I hope not… because most of that post was a knee-jerk reaction to you appearing back into my life from out of the blue. I was confused. Dare I say, even hopeful? I’m not going to lie. I had a million unresolved feelings come over me that left me reeling for days. It was a perfectly normal reaction to an unexpected event.

But now…. Now I just want to know how you are. I just want to have a conversation with you. I want to hear that you are okay and that you are taking care of yourself. Not because I hope that we will get back together. I know that’s crazy. I just want to know because I still think of you as my friend and I care about you.

So I’m leaving the door open for a while longer. I won’t push you because friendship has to be a two way street. Just know that I am here whenever you are ready.

It’s Somebody’s Birthday!!!

This month marks the fourth birthday of two of my favorite girls, Sookie and Pumpkin. These two little, or I should say, HUGE spoiled balls of fur, have truly been a godsend to me.

I adopted them when they were just a few months old. Though they don’t necessarily look alike, they are both from the same litter. I was really nervous about adopting one kitten let alone two, but their foster mother, who is a friend of mine, convinced me that the world would implode if they were ever separated.

Just about four months old.

Pumpkin (Calico) and Sookie (Tortie) at just about four months old.

I’m not going to lie, I often cursed my friend those first few months. They chewed on electrical cords, peed on my bed when I went on a two-week vacation, climbed curtains to death-defying heights (I had 12-foot ceilings), chased after bugs without thought of safety for themselves or the furniture, and they even peeled paint off of a closet door. Even though they drove me nuts, I couldn’t stay mad at them. I mean, did you not just look at that picture?

My tiny San Franciso apartment was their entire world for their first year, but the location of my job forced me to move to the suburbs. They didn’t adjust very well. Well, Sookie did. She is always the braver of the two and after about a week, she walked around like she owned the place. Pumpkin, however, took a lot longer. It took about two weeks before she would come out from under the covers of the bed and another two weeks before she would venture out of the bedroom. It didn’t help that my apartment complex was under a constant state of construction for those first few months. It was a very trying time for us all.


Pumpkin under the covers of the bed. She still hides here if something really freaks her out.

Now, a few years in, they completely forgot about how I tore their lives apart and they love the apartment. The building is surrounded by trees, so they think they’ve moved to heaven with it’s endless supply of birds and squirrels and occasional peeks of sunlight to sleep in. They have also mellowed as they gotten older and they no longer peel paint, climb curtains, or chew cords. I don’t even have to put a plastic sheet on my bed when I travel anymore. They have matured into well-adjusted, fat, happy cats. The one thing I do miss is that they don’t cuddle with each other like they used to. When they were kittens, they could not eat, sleep or poop without each other. Now, it’s such a rare treat that I can’t help but squeal, “Oh look at you two!!!!”, to which I am awarded the two dirtiest looks that seem to say, “You just ruined a perfectly good moment. Good job, human.”

Not a day goes by where they do not make me smile or laugh. I need to have a lot of self control to not post their pictures every day, twenty times a day on Facebook or this blog. So in honor of their fourth birthday, I am going to list their five favorite things so you can get a flavor of their personalities.


Sookie’s List of Favorite Things

  • Plastic Bags – I don’t know what it is about plastic (i.e. shopping bags, bubble wrap, even the plastic that the toilet paper comes in). She has this incessant need to sit on it and lick it for what seems like hours. Luckily, she doesn’t have the desire to chew it, but that doesn’t stop me from being an overprotective mother.

Did someone say plastic?

  • Crinkle Balls – Sookie loves to play with and hunt crinkle balls. If I can’t find her, all I need to do is pick up a crinkle ball and viola!
  • Napping on the deck – See picture below.
  • Cuddling – This girl loves to cuddle, but she’s no lap cat. Sooke still cuddles like a kitten, which usually means she is sitting up on my chest, paws on each side of my neck, her head rammed underneath my chin all the while purring and drooling. This was cute when she was a kitten, but now, as a 12 pound cat, I think she is secretly trying to smother me to death.

This is a typical cuddle session.


And another….

  • Drinking water from the spout in the tub – Sookie LOVES running water from the spout. I will often find her sitting in the tub, patiently waiting for me to turn the water on. She won’t meow or purr to get my attention like her sister does. She just sits there…waiting. It’s kind of creepy.

See? Isn’t it creepy?


Pumpkin’s List of Favorite Things

  • Fresh Laundry – I usually dump fresh clean laundry on the floor, just so I can see this look of contentment.

Ahh, it’s so warm!

  • Sleeping on her human’s legs – If I am sitting on the couch, my lap is her territory and god forbid you should mess with her… or want to get up to pee.

You can’t resist me.

  • Food - I swear Pumpkin was a dog in another life… or a junk food addict. Her favorites were Cool Ranch Doritos, Cheese-Its, and Ranch Dressing. Whenever I would snack on those, I would be forced to eat standing up in the kitchen, with her sitting in front of me, meowing non-stop. Doritos were her kryptonite though, she would literally sit up on her hind legs to beg. Now that we are all on a diet, she thinks that I am trying to starve her to death so any food that is left unattended will be inspected and tasted.
  • Sleeping on the deck – This has become a favorite pastime for them both. I think I need to buy a chair for myself now.
  • Cabinets and closets – Pumpkin loves cabinets and closets. As a kitten, I almost locked her in the refrigerator because she climbed in when I wasn’t looking, but yet, she doesn’t care for boxes. Go figure.

 Check the bottom shelf.


No drawer is too small.


Or shelf too high…


Happy Birthday Baby Girls!!!!!