Monday, May 21, 2012


Okay, so I know they had a ton of songs and huge careers, but this is the silly campy totally AWEsome movie I always think of when I think of the Bee Gees!

Friday, March 16, 2012


We said goodbye the same way we said hello.

As a child, a lot of pets filtered in and out of my life. We had dogs, birds, ferrets and even an iguana. A lot of these animals were either given to us by someone because they thought we could care for it better, or given by us to someone else for the same reason.

Only one stuck with me.

On a disgustingly hot summer day in 1998, I was 11 years old, and my mother and I were at the local pet store to see if they would take in the aforementioned iguana. Mom's friend had given Iggy to us, claiming that it would probably bite us and hated (her unruly) children. Because of this claim, I wouldn't even come near it; we couldn't give him what he needed, and vice versa. At the pet store, the iguana climbed up on the clerk's shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world to him, and we felt good about the decision.

As we turned to leave, a lady and her young children were bringing in two kittens that their cat had given birth to, and they could no longer keep. Being a staunch cat lover, I walked right up to admire the tiny cats. The less feisty one was thrust at me, and he promptly curled up and fell asleep in my two cupped hands.

He never left.

The tiny kitten that could fit into my two preteen hands grew up to be a 24-pound "Kittyzilla" (as my best friend referred to him) that required two adult arms to haul around. He was big enough to reach his paws to the countertops, and when I accidentally tripped over him, he would be less fazed than I. He had a mega-purr and his idea of Heaven was laying in my arms and kneading my hair with his paws. He sat on our dinner tables and ate (or stole) food off our plates. He followed when I ran through the house as a kid with shoelaces tied to a mousey for him to chase. He laid in bed with me when I was an emotional teenager, crying and pissed off at the world. He traveled with me several times around the country after college. He greeted me every day when I came home from work, and was ready for lap time whenever I sat on the couch. We had a connection that most people could not understand.

Shadow was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer in June 2011. He was only slated to live six months, nine months optimistically. I was absolutely distraught at the idea that I would have to live in a world without him. I knew we would do whatever we could to extend his life as long and as comfortably as possible, but that no matter what, our time would draw to an end. Somehow Shadow understood something that day, because (and this is 100% true) when we got home that night and he settled on his couch, I looked over at him to find a single tear caught in his eye.

Shadow lived nine months from his diagnosis date. He was down to 10.9 pounds by the time he died, and I could feel most of his bones through his skin. He was a far cry from the hulking cat that I knew as invincible.

We had to euthanize Shadow on Tuesday. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. We wrapped him in his blankie and placed my statue of St. Francis of Assisi next to him and the vet gave him the shot. I told him that he was the best friend I ever had and that he was the greatest and most pure love of my life. I held him in my arms as the sleep took him and he eventually stopped breathing.

We said goodbye the same way we said hello.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

RIP Shadow 5/15/98-3/13/12

I will post a lengthier and more fitting tribute later, but not at this time.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Crazy Cat

So my cat freaks me out for a solid week or more by being all lethargic and not eating or using the bathroom, and then spends the entire weekend playing with toys.

He also managed to steal an entire chicken ribcage off my dinner plate while I was busy text messaging.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Bittersweet Memories

I must say this wasn't exactly surprising, but still very sad nonetheless.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Thank You....

Thank you, Parental Units (you know who you are), for creating a life for me that could potentially be hilariously exploited into a comical memoir, a la David Sedaris or Chelsea Handler.


Sunday, January 22, 2012

I Can Only Imagine....

......the brand new curse words invented by my parents after tonight's field goal, or lack thereof.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Why Hasn't This Happened Yet?

This man needs to be in the Hall of Fame.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year!

As 2011 closes and 2012 starts...insert some sort of poignant meaningful phrase here about everyone getting to start over and do something cool.

Nine times out of ten, when someone makes a New Year's post, they say they're not going to make any more resolutions and just enjoy the year. Typically, the reason given is because they set very high expectations and therefore never follow the resolution and it ends up creating undue stress and pressure in their lives. I've actually never made a New Year's resolution because I know I'd never follow it in the first place because of these reasons, so there would be no point.

The other more superficial reason is because I have Hipster Syndrome about holidays, and like to feel smug and superior by not subscribing to most holiday crazes or traditions (i.e. Valentine's Day, Black Friday shopping, Christmas panic in its entirety, and the fact that we're all going to supposedly die in December).

We celebrated at the house of some new friends by playing games, watching Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve from 11:57PM to 12:02AM, and of course, drankin'. Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve + drankin' is one tradition I never diverge from, but unfortunately, it has gotten pretty depressing. It's obvious DC has had a terrible stroke (or something), and every year it is a little bit sadder to watch. But, at least he's still out there trying!

All right, I really want to go play Red Dead Redemption, so I'm going to hurry up and lay down some easy resolutions, some of which I'm going to attempt to follow:

~ Use my slow cooker more often
~ Knit better
~ Save some extra money from each paycheck
~ Take a vacation (Hello, Harry Potter World!)
~ Eat food. Real food. Mostly plants.
~ Stop sweating the small stuff
~ Cherish whatever time left I have with my Shadow
~ Vote (What? I have to have one easy one, don't judge me!)
~ Vote again (lol)
~ Join a CSA
~ Cook with at least five new ingredients this year