8 posts tagged “jonas”
Just made flight reservations for VERMONT this winter.. out to see the almost-in-laws... should be a fun trip!!! was able to use my rapid-rewards, at least one direction, HUZZAH for saving money.
... i mean, maybe it's no big deal, but this impresses me soooo much. Considering how long I dated guys whose biggest skills comprised a) flying a giant kite b) karaoke c) binge drinking d) beating XX level of $someLameMultiplayerGame .. i think this is probably a big fat WIN for me. for us.
Bf showed me two chords on his guitar. E-minor and.. a different one. I remember neither of them, really. I'm not really a music-person, and although I talk about getting a little tiny pink guitar of my own to bang around on, really I just pick his up every now and again because i like the look on his face, sort of a cross between wonder and mild amusement, and yet still worried that i may fuck it up. the guitar, that is, not the music. You'd think it was a beating human heart... There's just this look like i've got something sacred in my hands, and he thinks i have no idea.
I have some idea.
So anyway it's 4:30 am, and i'm making efforts to stay up, again. I've watched 3 episodes of dexter, and bought/burned some disks from i-tunes. Now, I think i'll go take a nice bath, then flat iron my hair in preparation for another day.. another week.
Jonas is laying on the vacuum (love-hate thing) and snoring. gawd he's cute.
i'm in one of those MOODS i get into every so often where i hate everyone and deliberately say things to piss people off and then feel persecuted when they all call me a bitch.
(i feel like there was a lot more to say about that, but the above actually sums it up really well. )
i got the devil again. I say two blue prayers every morning to keep me holy, but the devil always wins. he wins so much lately, i start to wonder if he was winning all along and i was too busy to notice.
i got home at six am and the boys were fighting.. Darling BF was asleep in bed with the door closed and Jonas couldn't get in to snuggle at his feet the way he likes. I tried to bring him in to sleep, but BF was adamant, no, my little jabesywabesy would not be sleeping in our room, tonight... apparently they had a fight resulting in a quarter-sized bruise.
baby needs more iron
Jonas is old, and there's no way I was gonna let him sleep on the floor all alone, so i curled up on the couch for a few hours of almost-sleep. BF woke me at 10am and sent us both to bed. where i slept like a rock, and gangbusters.
it's almost 4 and i still haven't put on a shirt. it's not as attractive as you might think (sickos and ps my DAD reads this blog). I just had a cup of coffee and a peach. I hate peach fuzz. that's why god made the nectarine.
thank god for nectarines.
...even though it's seriously the cutest thing he's done in nearly an hour.
Because i see that I'm becoming that girl who posts pictures everyday of her pet being miraculous, and I need to stop that.
Even though he's really... realllllly cute right now, laying on his green scarf, with his eyes all big and curious and his little white paws tucked under. EVEN THOUGH he's so impossibly adorable right now, that a pic of that might change your life.
I am so not posting it.
I'm not even TAKING this picture. I'm just gonna go upstairs, and put away laundry, and stop thinking about his little pink nose.
OMG the nose.
Ok. not posting. Done. End. <EOT>
So said when I was bothering the cat during his 'quiet time' with my boyfriend.
(while he's training him to have a 'space and time' where he's not attacking him) <-- had to get that right..
Howdy.
Thursday night two skinny young girls walked in to my kickbox class like they owned the place*. punching and kicking in their skinny, young way. Normally I take it sort of easy on thursdays, but their presence was a challenge. My squats were deeper and my punches were harder, and the class kicked everyone's ass. Seriously, I have been feeling it since...
..and yet...
...today the galloway group did 9 miles on the.. um.. Natchez something or other. we saw ponies. we ran up and down hills. i drank all my water-- twice. When we got as far out as we'd ever been, we still had to turn around and come back. Let me tell you.. i am in some kind of pain right now. My hamstrings and calves were HUMMING when we finally finished (takes about two hours with walk breaks). the balls of my feet ached. and i was.. STARVING. I'm not usually a breakfast eater; normally it takes me until lunch or so to feel like eating, even when i run early. But today.. I think I burned every calorie I had. i just finished most of a bag of rice chips, a can of chicken, and a can of healthy choice gumbo. I think i would like to fall into a fetal position on the couch with my sweet kitty Jonas.
but i should probably stretch first.
and i really need to vacuum.
xooxo
edit. i forgot the footnote:
* I have nothing against them for being skinny and young. And they didn't really act like they owned the place, i just had to make them sound menacing. They're actually quite adorable. I remember when I first started there, everyone musta thought i was trying to own the place. It's taken us all quite a while to warm up to each other. I wouldn't trade it tho, it's great. I hope they come back.
My boyfriend's mom sent this catnip toy for Jonas this christmas.. From fatcat, Inc .. the toy is amazing. Jonas goes totally apeshit when we take it out of its secret hiding place. He bounces around and bats and chases the thing all over the living room. it makes an excellent distraction when he's in one of his violent tempers and we need to escape up the stairs without him launching teeth-first into our exposed calves.
Wikipedia, my number-one source for all things true, says a lot of things about catnip, but nothing about what I'd feared: that catnip is eating up my kitty's brain cells. If you have any information on the brain-cell-eating function of catnip, please send it. it may (or may not) have a bearing on whether or not I buy a new, fresh, fatcat brain-eating toy.
Jonas, glassy eyed and getting his fix:
look how dirty that thing is. that's all kitty drool. ew.
i really need a new camera.
I woke up at 9 to wrap my boyfriend's presents, which have so far been hiding in bags and amazon boxes. I wrapped most of everything else, too, but I've only bothered to decorate one of the packages, this for a 'Klepto Klaws' gift-exchange in the office. this one is 'due' on Thursday, so I thought it best to get moving on it. It's the one in front with the glittery snowflake, isn't it lovely? I almost want to keep it. Except that I couldn't actually give a shit about Lord of the Rings Trilogy. *yawn*. But it is pretty all wrapped up.
'Klepto Klaws' is this party game for gift exchanges, where each person who brings a gift draws a number. The first person to draw takes a present from the pile of gifts, and opens it. The second person to go may take a present under the tree, or may take the gift from the first person, who would then take a present from under the tree. Each additional person then takes a present from the tree, or from anything that's already opened. So if the gifts are very good there is a fair amount of present-stealing and associated hilarity. If on the other hand, the gifts are very bad the game gets boring because no one steals anything at all. What's really fun is when half the gifts suck and the other half are great. Now that I think about it, the only reason that's more fun is there is raised potential for both success and disaster, and that always brings out the best in people. Just look at reality TV. Last year some guy brought in shoes with those roller skates in the heel. To our office. With professionals, or at least, with grown-ups. I'm torn between thinking that is lame, and thinking it's pure genius.
There was a four hour break just then. My family called and I talked to them about cooking and steaks. Then I had to dress up for my tap recital. I tapped. people clapped. it was fun.
lest i forget, my cat wanted to help with the wrapping. He likes to chew on all the ribbons and lay on the wrapping paper. So finally I wrapped him too:
he was not impressed.
