Eat, Pray, Love

I received this book ages ago and devoured it in a day. Happily, I just found out it is to be a movie! Not just any movie, a movie starring Julia Roberts. I throughly enjoy her films. She is like daisies or ice cream from the carton....always smiling, welcoming, and guaranteed to create a bounce in my step. This is one book-to-film I am excited to see!

Similarly, how exciting is it that I read Julia Child's book in Paris a few months ago, only to see last night that there is a Julia Child's film coming out in August! And, Meryl Steep and Amy Adams are in it! I just love when there are several movie options out...it feels like December when all the good movies are out but without the 90 degree weather!

Also along these lines, Dave and I have been trying to become more fiscally aware, and we have taken to it grandly! We DO NOT eat out unless it is on the weekend and only once. We create mean plans every Sunday (snaps to Mrs. Smith for the idea!), and we have been cooking together every night! I so look forward to our chaos in the kitchen as we navigate through another phase in our relationship called: downsizing! What fun it has been looking forward to dinner...

Because of our dinner nights, I feel closer to Dave, like we have achieved something together. It is just one more element of our life together that I haven't stopped to appreciate. We love food. We love grocery shopping. We love cooking in our tiny and intensely hot kitchen. Who knew I would fall more in love with Dave over polenta?!

When was the switch?

Last night I jolted awake at 3am hearing an odd combo of Enya meets The Cranberries blaring in my window. I tried, half awake, to discover where and what apartment it was coming from and while doing so, woke Dave up as well. We discovered, after turning on every light in the house and now fully awake, that the noise was coming from one floor up and one apartment over. I finally put my glasses on to see that the culprit had all of her (assuming it is a "she" by the music selection) lights were on and she was dancing around with ALL of her windows open. I calmly opened the window and screamed slightly for her to turn it down or close her windows. She did not respond, rather from the apartment across from us came billows of laughter and agreement that the lady should turn it down.

Being polite but rather frustrated, we closed all of the windows and tried to sleep. I tossed and turned while both Dave and I have each others hands cupped over our ears. Again, I jerked up with a brilliant idea! Earplugs!!!! I ran to the bathroom and searched for our Paris First Class bags and found empty cases because Mrs. Smith and I used them whilst in our Paris loft....rats!!!

I try again to lay and be peaceful until I realize that she is playing the same 3 songs over and over and over again! UGH:( Finally I get so annoying to Dave that he starts to put clothes on to knock on her door. Grumbling the whole way, I sweetly thank him and wait for the noise to cease.

YEAH!!!! Dave is the hero! She doesn't answer the door, but turns the music waaaaayyyy down and I can finally sleep soundly. It was 4:15am.

Fast forward to this morning, one of my favorite kids at work hit her hip on the playground. She gets an ice pack and comes to sit in my office while I am on the phone, talking loudly, emailing, and using an annoying and always loud walkie-talkie. I turn around 3 minutes later, and she is fast asleep in the chair with an ice pack to her hip.

I am mystified! When did I loose the ability to fall asleep anywhere with any sort of noise? I miss that and I don't even remember when I was able to do that! She slept for a good 45 minutes, woke up, told me the ice pack was warm, that when her dad was in her grandma's tummy he had a dog named Sparky, and off she went. A-m-a-z-i-n-g! Wish I still had it in me:)

Will.I.Am

On Friday I helped my amazing ex-boss out and watched her 3 girls for the afternoon. They are 3 of the sweetest, kindest, fun kids ever (Miss Joan and Finny still reign as #1). I brought the girls over to my house because they have heard and seen so many pictures of the boys and wanted to see the kitties. 

They walked into the door and Fluffy was all about it! I could hear his little, I mean really little, mind screaming, "Yeah 3 more people who can pet me!!!" Meanwhile, I look over to Will and his ears instantly plastered back and he got fluffy tail....ummmm, ok. We walk down the hall only to catch his enormous body flattening and squeezing underneath the sofa. Right, point taken, Will does not like kids. 

And there he stayed until 20 minutes ago. 2 and 1/2 days later!!!! That's right, my cat pouted all weekend and would NOT come out from underneath the sofa. It didn't matter that I was showering Fluffy in attention, laying out every treat imaginable, or offering people food, no matter, my cat would not budge. We would lean down and shove toys and he would literally bat them back out at us, as to say, "Fuck OFF!!!!" 

Now that he is out, he is wondering around like "Hey, now where is all that delicious shit you planned on giving me, but I had to make my point very clear?" We are currently giving him anything and everything he wants in order to keep him out from under the sofa. I think our neighbors across the way who can see in our apartment think we are very odd as they are watching us follow him around like a two year old does it's mother. I am currently my cat's obedient slave. How sad.

Must run, my Sofa Cat is demanding attention and snacks while threatening sofa time if his needs are not met RIGHT NOW!