We “officially” got into our community garden plot since returning from vacation and talked to the old owner about what’s already planted — and it comes pre-planted with a lot of useful items: asparagus, rhubarb, lots of berries and greens, among others. Oh, and some herbs! Rhubarb is already good for us to pull too, which I’m looking forward to using (mmmmm, rhubarb pie!). I’m hoping to get some potatoes, sprouts and maybe some carrots in the ground soon. I’ll wait another month or so to do tomatoes. What luck do you have growing vegetables in Pittsburgh? Regardless, this is so much more exciting than doing a CSA! I think.
ROLLER DERBY! Thanks to everyone who bought tickets — and can’t wait to watch this bout against Bleeding Heartland!
Saturday is also our anniversary. We won’t be able to do our yearly traditional dinner at Toast! But hopefully we can get in a nice couple date some time this week. SOME time around my crazy practice schedule.
Also, we’re finally buying some patio furniture (goodbye, trusty camping chair!). Which means it will probably rain or hail or snow for the next 30 days. Scott Harbaugh… I’m warning you. Working outside on my patio is my new favorite thing.
seven things, seven days:
1. I applied to go back to school. Pending turn-around time of my transcripts, it may/not be Fall admission.
2. The weather. THE WEATHER! What a wonderful thing to come home to. That, and the cats. Life = bliss.
3. Bocktown for Friday Happy Hour! I need to seriously nom on some french fries and BBQ.
4. Rudy the Cat seems to be his old self again. I woke up to his fat ass propped up atop the headboard. He didn’t last long like that. But his voice has changed since his cold. It’s so strange.
5. You know what else are strange? SQUIRRELS. Where the hell do they get all these random shelled peanuts? And why are they hiding them in my landscaping? Why do they chirp so loudly?
6. I’m pretty stoked to see one of my clients’ products in this month’s Women’s Health magazine.
7. Disappointed to realize that customs seems to have confiscated the hinged-head coconut “bank” from AB’s luggage that I wanted to use for a toilet paper holder in our Tiki-themed bathroom. WTH?! Not even a letter saying they went in the bags! Totally sad. It was such a rad idea. And it was carved with the words “Have fun!”
Our first-adopted turned three while we were on vacation (based on his estimated DOB documentation). So, we naturally celebrated when we came home, regardless of him feeling a bit under the weather. And that he has a surly disposition on party hats.
FANCY FEAST CAKE FOR EVERYBODY!
BUT NOT ON MARCH 14! Because tomorrow, you get both.
TOO BAD FOR YOU TRAVELING BOYFRIEND.
The male response to Valentine’s Day: Steak & a BJ Day
An extra-special “thank you” to friends and followers who donated. Our Bowl for Kids’ Sake team — the Big, Bad Bowling Bunch — raised over $800 for Big Brothers Big Sisters of Pittsburgh.
Bowling on Sunday was fun, but most of our team was sick (including me). An Eat n’ Park smiley cookie and a pitcher of dark pop gave to enough energy to happily bowl a 115 in my second game (first, I was in the low 70s). All things considered, not too shabby.
My donation page is still up — feel free to make a donation, if you haven’t already done so. And again, THANK YOU!
The first post back is the hardest, no? Let’s just get the shit storm out of the way…
My cat Rudy is sick with a cold that he may/not have contracted from me. Lo, I disregard the science that species-to-species sicknesses — like human colds — are improbable. I was (well, still am) sick, and now he’s got the same runny eyes and nose and congestion and sneezing that I’ve had since returning from vacation. Poor thing.
He also had a vet appointment WHILE WE WERE GONE because of a skin allergy that may/not be attributed to new food. I can’t even describe how helpless of a situation it is when you’re a couple-hours-plane ride away from your pets and SOMETHING GOES WRONG. Which means Breakdown in a Public Place, naturally. Thankfully, that allergy has seemingly run its course, and we won’t buy that brand of food ever again. But, still, the cat needs yet another vet visit today to determine if it’s a cold or other allergies attributing to his current condition.
I’m also PMS-ing, so all of the things are making me a sobbing, bumbling mess.