tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60304572008-07-02T00:37:18.148-07:00Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-25893021556389919042008-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:002008-07-02T00:37:18.182-07:00

I think I'll do this instead. I'm running a load of laundry right now, so I'm still kiiind of being productive. I feel a little weird right now. A little out of the loop on things. I'm not a big fan of most tv, so I only watch maaaybe a couple of hours a week. I watch stuff from Netflix, and I poke around on youtube, but that's pretty much it. Since I don't work, it's easy to get away with

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1) I got my hair cut today. It is short (chin length), and so far I think it looks pretty cute. I have reeeally thick hair, so having it a few inches shorter feels AWESOME in this heat. 2) Why are my favorite fruits the most expensive ones? Today at the store I bought a $2 avocado, and a $1.50 bell pepper. Which was on sale from ***$4***. The cherries we bought were also on sale; they were

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So, this afternoon a big package came for me from Old Navy and Gap (because you can order from ON, BR, Gap, & Piperlime at the same time now! Woo!!!). It consisted of: three t-shirts, four tank tops, two pairs of yoga capris, and like...I don't even know how many different pairs of panties. I stopped counting at seven. All the shops were having big sales, and there was a lot of cute stuff, so

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-71175079817210272962008-06-26T14:39:00.001-07:002008-06-26T15:05:37.909-07:00

I have to upload more photos to bump down those horrible "face transformer" photos, but I...have...nothing to upload...guh...no... And I really should pack. I'll think of something while I'm packing maybe. Also, some notes about this post, and the last: If you don't know what "S my C" means, watch Semi-Pro. You should've already seen it by now anyway. In the last post, I used the word "shit

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-24696181011308621582008-06-26T12:57:00.000-07:002008-06-26T14:38:38.675-07:00

When you put your home on the market, you can't just like, leave it as-is. Well, you can. You can also do a lot of other things that will end up biting you in the ass in the end. Unless you reeeally don't care how much money you make from the sale, and you just want the whole process to be over as quickly as possible. Since we're not buh-gillionaires, and we're moving closer-in (which means

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if today is anything like yesterday, our house will still be pretty toasty by mid afternoon. Yesterday we were SUPPOSED to eat rice, broccers, and tofu for dinner, but the rice requires the oven, and it was too hot for that. Instead Brett grilled some lamb and pitas outside, and I cut up some cucumber & bell pepper, and we just ate that. With hummus. Mmm...hummmmmus... So now TODAY we're

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I realize that the reason I don't post to my blog very often is because I always feel like I have to write a huge post explaining every little thing that's happened in my life since the last post. So I'm like, "Ugh. I don't have time for that." And more time goes by, and then I feel even MORE like I don't have time for it. So I'll say that I'm going to start posting more frequently, so that

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The only productive thing I've done so far today is get a massage. Which I guess isn't really productive, but whaddayagonnado. Soon it'll be time for me to get my hair cut, and then we're having friends over for a small dairy-free potluck (woo!), and then tomorrow the plan is to head down to Seattle for some shopping, dinner, and family time. Then Monday Amanda and Gini (and who ever else

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You know when like, the sky is white with clouds, and there's a slight cool breeze, so it SEEMS like it should rain, but instead all the clouds end up doing is holding in the heat from when it was sunny a few hours before, so there's this like, pressing, thick heat all around that makes you sweat every time you move? That's the kind of hot it is at my house right now. Luckily it's only about 80

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-14973840814151096482008-03-28T15:30:00.000-07:002008-03-28T15:33:38.538-07:00

it's snowing outside. Hard. And it's sticking! :D

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-61920822446295162152008-03-27T01:34:00.000-07:002008-03-27T02:31:37.716-07:00

Since my last post I have: Decided to get glasses. The doctor says I don't really NEED them, but I wanted them so he wrote me a prescription for reading glasses. I have to say...I'm a little disappointed. I'm legally blind in my right eye, which normally doesn't bother me at all, but it's a bitch to deal with when putting on eyeliner. So I had this fantasy that if I got glasses, I could just

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I usually watch video podcasts while I eat lunch, because it's pretty much the only time I'm willing to sit (mostly) still and stare at a screen without interacting. One of the videos I watched today was Cook's Illustrated's Four-Cheese Lasagna episode. If you love to cook (I mean REALLY love to cook), you might want to think about subscribing to Cook's. Brett and I subscribed for years and

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-57121862228968767502008-03-15T15:32:00.000-07:002008-03-15T16:16:29.054-07:00

I have a problem. Well, not so much a *problem,* I guess. But I care waaay too much about the Easter Egg hunt on (fluff)Friends. In all fairness to myself, I am currently playing NO video games. I haven't touched Zelda in like...almost a month. And I haven't played Elebits since Christmastime. So really, this (fluff)Friends thing has become my game replacement. Brett plays his

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-22534504535548171542008-03-14T15:29:00.001-07:002008-03-14T16:16:54.363-07:00

Okay, so this afternoon B and I went to the library, and we still hadn't figured out what kind of junky, effortless crap food we were going to eat for dinner tonight. But he's not feeling well, and I'm not feeling motivated to cook, so we knew it definitely needed to be effortless. In order to get from our town library to our house, there's really only one road to take. And on that road, you

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-70412850586224085482008-03-13T21:45:00.000-07:002008-03-13T23:12:31.033-07:00

I know I don't work, but for some reason I still get really excited for Fridays. I think it's because most other people work, so when Friday comes around I know it's time for hanging out with Brett and other cool people. Woo!!! Anyway. Tomorrow will be a day of errands and then, if all goes smoothly, the rest of the first disc of season six of Curb, tv shows from tonight that we didn't have

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-80306531531286409022008-03-11T17:58:00.001-07:002008-03-11T22:46:06.425-07:00

Mmm... I'm feeling very content right now. I have a pot roast simmering away in the kitchen, filling the house with it's delicious pot-roasty smells (think pork, soy sauce, black vinegar, ginger, garlic, etc.), and a husband soaking away in the tub after a stressful day at work, filling the house with his latest favorite music (think Vampire Weekend). I love how quiet and still our house is

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-88003217844596677902008-03-04T18:39:00.000-08:002008-03-04T18:53:56.129-08:00

So...upon reading my last blog post, my Dear Sweet Dad (also sometimes known as DSD) promptly sent me a check for an undisclosed amount, in order to aid me in the purchasing of a new iMac. Please note: I did not beg for these alms. They were given freely out of love, and were neither solicited nor even secretly hoped for. I may be spoiled, but I have NOT yet been spoiled rotten. So three cheers

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-17242788423400300862008-02-22T21:55:00.000-08:002008-02-22T22:28:32.477-08:00

This morning, my desktop keyboard died. I didn't know what to do. How would I use the internets? How would I communicate? How would I live? A girl can't function on mouse alone. Sure, I could (and did) use my laptop, but its screen is small and too close to my hands. If worse came to worst and my laptop wasn't cutting it I could've used the wiinternets, but the Wii uses Opera and a

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-6587019178748137492007-12-07T18:50:00.000-08:002007-12-07T19:15:32.471-08:00

BRETT (picks up a small plush pez dispenser with the head of a pig) pig-a-let!!! CAT (watches with apprehension as Brett pushes back the head of the pez-pig and pulls out a piece of candy) That is OLD. BRETT (shrugs with nonchalance) CAT We got that for Chinese New Year!!! BRETT (pops pez into his mouth, and begins to chew) CAT (with disgust) I can't believe you ate that. BRETT (with a

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It's covered in bright red berries, and it should be hanging on our front door by now, but I can't find the box that we packed it in last winter. Have you seen it? Do you know where I should look? I THOUGHT all of our Christmas boxes made it into the same storage closet in the garage, but apparently not. I'm trying to get started on decorations, but I keep thinking about how much I want to

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-64311066757471886592007-11-07T14:45:00.000-08:002007-11-07T15:13:14.375-08:00

There was a girl who caught a cold. It lasted about two days, and then it went away. She was fine for about another week after that, and then she got sick again. Worse than before. At least it feels worse. Here's my theory: I have three bright orange, 24oz water bottles that I usually alternate through every couple of days when I'm at home. Since Brett and I had colds last week, and then he

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-83099642961357095102007-11-01T23:52:00.000-07:002007-11-02T01:59:24.308-07:00

I was sick earlier this week, but as of yesterday I've been all better. I almost blogged yesterday, but I ended up feeling too busy trying to catch up on things from being sick, and trying to get ready for Halloween, so I didn't. But now I am. Last night was awesome. Well, 90% awesome. Brett took off early from work, and we drove down to Woodenville to help with his aunt's haunted house.

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-81887652814969996772007-10-28T17:31:00.000-07:002007-10-28T18:05:58.729-07:00

It hit me hard first thing this morning. Brett noticed it before I did; the first thing he said to me this morning after I greeted him was, "are your sinuses bothering you?" My first response was a puzzled "no," followed immediately by a confused "yes." Then my sinuses gave their own response by GURGLING. Which is never a good sign. By the time we were heading out to run errands I'd already

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-63383704531364952322007-10-27T14:46:00.000-07:002007-10-27T18:54:36.477-07:00

Things that have come to my attention today: 1) Cat Power has a few songs I like, but according to iTunes, "The Greatest" is the one I've ended up listening to the most. Making it, in my opinion, "the greatest" song she's written. Or performed, since she seems to sing a lot of stuff she didn't actually write. 2) If you eat about a pound of carrots, your poop will be orange. 3) If Brett

Cat Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05981508088882001067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030457.post-63570463601894588222007-10-26T18:28:00.000-07:002007-10-26T20:10:02.788-07:00

I've enjoyed writing things in numbered lists today, so I will continue that trend with this post. 1) Brett bought a ukulele today. He's wanted one for a long time, and occasionally when he would bring it up I would refer to it as a pukulele. He's on the couch tuning it right now, and is very excited to have it. We now have a piano, keyboard, cello, trumpet, bamboo flute, and...ukulele. I

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