catnip and coffee

Holy cow ya’ll! I’m going to be a Channel Editor for Blog Nosh Magazine!

Now I’m no longer just stalking your blogs, I’m noshing on them! I’ll be looking for great content from your blog’s archives for republication and some linky love!

What’s Blog Nosh Magazine? It’s the brainchild of the fantastic Megan at Velveteen Mind and it’s coming soon! She can explain it way better than I can!

I’m specifically going to be working on the Homemaking Channel, (organization, gardening, etc) and the Entertainment Channel, (movies, books, music, etc.) Woohoo! Could those be more perfect for me? Seriously! I know what you’re all thinking, perfect except for organizing and cleaning! But, I’m not writing the posts, you are!

So, do YOU have an amazing post in your archives you think we should see? Come on then! Email me at catnip35 at gmail dot com or Megan at blognoshmag at gmail dot com! What are you waiting for??

It’s official. She is the funniest blogger on the planet. I got nothin’ today, so go read her instead. I’ll just be here refreshing tomorrow’s forecast.

Work pretty much sucked the life out of my yesterday and I expect today to be the same. I need a little amusement, how about you? Luckily the funny came in the form of my cat yesterday afternoon. So I took mini break to get a few photos! Really bad photos I might add, as it was super sunny out. (All photos are clickable for larger versions.)

Without further adieu, I present to you: Planter Cat!

I know it’s hard to see his face. Let me assure you he was quite happy. I thought the boy and I were going to die laughing when we saw him climb up into the planter. I was a bit wary at first that he was going to use it for a litter box! Then I realized he just wanted a nice sunny spot, and the pot gave him the perfect vantage for keeping an eye on me in the family room and his boy out on the screen porch with him. (Did I ever mention George likes to follow me? Everywhere? And so does the boy?) Planter Cat is just very lucky I had not actually planted anything in that pot yet!

Planter Cat likes his boy to pet him:

Then Attitude Cat Planter Cat started to get sick of me taking pictures and gave me the non-look look. As in “I’m not going to look at the camera anymore, now get away from me so I can take a nap in the dirt” look:

The next photos are even worse, since I snapped them from my hole in spot on the couch, with my laptop perched, well, on my lap. I must show them to you though, for after we stopped swooning over his royal cuteness, Planter Cat got yet more comfortable:

That was a lovely strrreeetch…right down to the toes….

And this one you must click to make bigger for the full effect:

Dude. That yawn is contagious!

I KNOW it’s blurry! But can you see the tongue curl??

That was such fun. Now I need coffee, and I need to get down to business!

ps. for those interested in bloggy meta, this is my 50th post! Who knew I had so much to say?! Heh.

• I’m doing bullets today because it seems faster….
• Work is kicking my butt yo. Too much to do before Friday deadlines. I’m ordering final images for one book, and finding a gazillion image options for another. Why do these things always fall on the same week? Last week I had nothing to do!
• Charity event I’m doing this weekend should be kicking my butt, but I feel like I haven’t done crap for it so the guilt is kicking my butt instead.
• I am obsessed with refreshing the 10 day forecast to see what the weather will be for this outdoor charity event that I’m slacking on. Right now: 40% chance of rain.
• I had leftover chicken, tomato, and garlic pizza for breakfast. The tomato made it really soggy. And now I’m gonna smell like garlic all day.
• Great mother that I am, I just fed my kid brown and serve sausages (microwaved) and a cheese stick for breakfast. I guess it’s better than fruit loops.
• Boy has to go to school today. I seem to get nothing accomplished on school days due to all the freaking time I spend in the car going back and forth. Frankly, two hours of preschool helps me not. at. all. And it costs me two bucks in tolls every day.
• My sister gave me lemon balm from her garden for Mother’s Day. I think I might have killed it already. Bummer.
• I had what I thought was a great “Mexican Lasagna” recipe all typed and ready to post. Then I made it for a recipe swap night last week. Blech. Yes, Nicole the tortilla texture was a little funny. And the re-heat value (very important!) was, as my boy would say, yucko mucko. How can something be soggy and dry at the same time? When I have time I’m going to find my tried and true Chicken and Black Bean Enchilada recipe and get that ready to post instead.
• HRC is really pissing me off that she won’t drop out already.
• I haven’t done groceries in ages, so dh has had nothing to pack for lunches this week. Not saving any $$ that way! Also, it’s the reason for the weird breakfasts. Maybe.
• I really really need to buy a can of air. My keys are a little crumby and I’m having trouble with the enter button. I have to hit it really hard to break up whatever little crumb is underneath! Um. Yeah. I suck at cleaning even worse than you ever thought.
• I’m thinking about getting a second cat. What am I? Nuts? Yes. I do think George needs a companion. And major overcrowding at local animal shelter makes me sad….hence next bullet:
• I feel bad for people who get foreclosed on, (there but for the grace of god go I…) BUT it really bites when some of them leave their pets locked up in their empty houses when they move away. Assholes.
• I read a very funny post yesterday and then I got in a little trouble with dh for my comments on said post. Sorry honey Then I went and unloaded/reloaded the dishwasher. If you go read it, you’ll understand.
• I don’t seem to know how to end this post. I don’t think I like bullets after all, it was not faster.
• Must go brush teeth and leave

Edited to add

• Stupid pizza made my stomach hurt. Serves me right.
• I forgot to put my contacts in and couldn’t find my prescription sunglasses, so I had to wear my regular glasses to drive. Dang. It’s really bright out there today. Why is it not making my mood better?? Cause squinting gives me a headache!

My boy and I were discussing the merits of grilled cheese versus a hot dog for lunch today. Both super! healthy! I know, but geez, I’m crazy working today!)

Anyway, he said to me “why does grilled cheese start with girl?”

Huh?

I had to pause and think about what he meant by that.

“Dude, it’s grilled cheese not girled cheese!”

“Ohhhh.”

Then he had a hot dog.

I really have to do some work today, but want to share something with you first. It’s kinda hairy. Literally. Disclaimer: if you’re a boy and you don’t want your rosy vision of girls lives to be ruined, look away now please.

Okay, now that they’re gone….

I have a confession. I have a few stray hairs in some odd places. Like the one next to my bellybutton. That’s the one that doesn’t hurt like hell when I pluck it anymore, since my c-section cut off all the nerve endings in my lower abdomen. Pants too tight? Can’t feel it! Cell phone vibrating in my front pocket? Can’t feel it! Pluck that hair? Not a twinge! Hey, if you guys are still here, it’s just your own fault.

Ahem. Okay, there’s also the solitary hair under my chin. Let’s just say I know I inherited that one from my mother. And I should expect more as I get older.

I will also confess to having a mono brow that I pluck regularly, but that’s nothing compared to having to use my cuticle scissors to clip my nose hairs once in awhile lest I get a moustache growing of of there. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about!

I suppose it’s to be expected to have nose hairs in my nose. But here’s the real horror people: what about one on your nose? Yes indeed, I was inspecting my face on Saturday morning (you all do that don’t you?) and I found what I at first thought was a teeny tiny blackhead. But it wasn’t. I had to pull it with the tweezers, and dang it really smarted. It was, in fact, a little tiny hair growing out the TOP of my nose. Tiny, but a hair nonetheless, and it was dead center. I am officially old.

My parents reminded me of a an anniversary today. Twenty two years ago my father had a heart attack. It was Mother’s Day. I was in eighth grade. I had forgotten. Not that he had a heart attack, but that it was on Mother’s Day. It was good I came here this weekend. It was good to spend time with them both.

I’m hanging out at my parent’s house this weekend. I think I cheated myself. If I had stayed home I might have been able to convince dh to pamper me today. Heh. Okay, maybe not. But seriously, why didn’t I plan it so that he was the one who took the kid away for the weekend and left me home alone to sleep in? In case you’re wondering why he’s not with us, it’s because I decided to stay here through to Monday and he can’t miss work. I figure if I’m gonna drive three hours to get here, I’m gonna stay for two nights. Honey, if you’re reading this, I miss you, and go call your mother.

My boy woke me very early this morning, so cute snuggled under the covers with his eyes scrunched against the early morning light. The first thing he said to me was “when are my cousins going to get here?” Dude. It’s 6. They aren’t getting here until lunchtime!

My oldest sister will be here with her two boys. The boys will babysit, and she will likely bring me plants from her lovely garden. My mother cooked a ham yesterday, and is making potato salad to go with it. She won’t let me in the kitchen. And I don’t have to drive three hours today. It’s shaping up to be a good Mother’s Day How’s yours?

ps to Beaglemum: Congratulations darling, and I hope your first Mother’s Day as a mom is your BEST Mother’s Day ever!

I’d rather have a little India Arie stuck in my head all day:

So I had to drop off the boy at t-ball this evening and then I had to go to a meeting. I didn’t have time to go home and get dinner, nor did I even have time to buy a decent meal. But there was no way I was going to a freaking town council meeting with an empty stomach. (Don’t even ask why I was there, but I’m pretty sure me and my cohort were prominently displayed on the local cable access channel. Yikes.)

Anyway, my solution was to stop at a convenience store, grab a bag of chips and a soda, (and a powerball ticket, but shhh, don’t tell dh!) and eat it in the parking lot. Now, if I ate said chips and drank said soda WHILE reading Bon Appetit magazine, is that true irony, or is it Alanis Morissette not really irony kind of irony?

I just realized, I really hate that song. Why did I write a post with that in it? Now that’s ironic. Right?

[edited to add: HELP ME. NOW THAT FRIGGING SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD. and I'm very sorry if it's stuck in yours now too.]