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{the week} on the road again…

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{the week} on the road again…

the week:
I never thought that we’d go back to Indiana, after our friends moved away from the dreadful state last year (visiting them in Charleston, SC is SO much better). But here it is: another year, another annual road trip to the Most Boring State on the Map. At least we can grab some Alpha King for our troubles…

My (upward) view from my patio: nice, eh?

Practice, practice, practice! Besides practices, the only eventful, “for fun” portion of my weekend was grabbing a quick beer at Penn Brewery AFTER practice on Thursday. While I sadly missed my friend performing, at least I got the chance to say “hello” and give him a sweaty hug. Heh.

weekend:
On the road to Indianapolis for derby. Oh, did I mention that? Stopping midway to visit friends in Columbus (you know, the couple who “saved” me from the douchebags, albeit for a few minutes), then onto The Battle Against Naptown.

Then, to Ohio for a mini-Easter. I’M COMING FOR ALL OF YOUR HRUDKA! And keep those damn pickled beets away from me.

seven things, seven days:
1. {energy} Sport Beans: better than your average jelly beans. And better than that funky Gatorade film on your teeth.
2. {sweets} But I’m pretty excited about the Jelly Belly beans that I’m about to get this weekend. Hopefully, I don’t eat one that tastes like puke again. Yes, PUKE.
3. {nom} Käse Kugel from Penn Brewery: my newest, favorite way to kill my caloric intake for the day
4. {tech & diet} Speaking of calorie tracking, the Lose It iPhone app’s barcode scan function has made me more diligent about tracking what I eat each day. And I love dissecting the nutrients feature to see where I can do a little better with my nutrition (um, definitely need to cut out some sugar).
5. {catz} Rudy picked this Cat Lounger out for his birthday. This new “toy” is going over VERY well in this household (maybe he can stop ripping apart my work papers and notebook now in the middle of the night)
6. {sports} Hooray for mlb.tv and being able to watch the Indians’ home opener yesterday!
7. {work} Grateful for client referrals.

Have a wonderful holiday weekend!

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Rudy Rutabaga is THREE!

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Rudy Rutabaga is THREE!

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!

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Back to… normal? Soon, I hope.

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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.

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{sunday funny} kitty’s got his swagga back

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{crazy cat lady} OH THE CUTENESS OF THE FURRIES!

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{crazy cat lady} OH THE CUTENESS OF THE FURRIES!

Oh, I forgot. Another of my resolutions was “Adopt a new cat.”

Here she is:

Currently named Zira. Soon-to-be-renamed as Bessie. I think. Because her back spots look like a cow. Get it? Bessie the Cow?! BUT A CAT!

And yes, the felines now outnumber the humans in this house. I LOVE IT.

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{certified cat cuddler} certified crazy cat lady!

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{certified cat cuddler} certified crazy cat lady!

I don’t mind either title, really.

On most days, I’d rather hang out with my cats — unconditional love to the fullest. Save for the days when my darling Rudy uses my brand new upholstered dining chairs as a scratch post. Or sweet little Chelsea bites my restless legs through the blankets while I attempt sleep.

Animals make me happy. And I’ll take all the free therapy that I can get. But until someone in Pittsburgh opens up a cuddle cafe… well, I decided to cuddle cats at the local shelter.

I started volunteering at the Humane Society a few weeks ago because a) I now live within walking distance of the shelter, and 2) I seemed to have got over my Instant-Cry-Any-Time-I-See-An-Animal-in-A-Cage emotions (sometimes) and III) it warms my heart to be a part of making a cat’s scary stay in a cage a little more loveable by a little cuddling.

WE COULD ALL USE MORE CUDDLING. It’s the least that I can do to help.

Giving money is easy. But giving time (and a warm lap), I think, is also SO important to these animals. I’ve been a vocal and financial supporter of the adoption of shelter animals my entire life. And because I have some personal time to offer, it’s exactly why I decided to volunteer. Also, after the new year, I intend to cross train, so that I can walk the dogs too (it’s the next best thing to ownership, since I don’t have the lifestyle for a dog right now). Not going to lie though: those bunnies scare the crap out of me. Not sure if we’ll become buddies.

Volunteering: helping to prevent me from owning 8 cats.
I think.

BONUS: The following video from Bergdorf Goodman has nothing to do with PITTSBURGH’S local organization, but the Humane Society nonetheless (NY, in this case). Warning: You might tear up a bit. Won’t you foster or adopt a shelter animal this year?

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Back to having fun…

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Since a) it’s Friday b) it’s April Fool’s Day and c) Opening Day (Go Tribe!). Also, I’m completely over being in a funk this week.

I got a chuckle over the copy from the newest cat toy we purchased (hoping that the cats would somehow play fetch with themselves, having the benefit of a bouncing tennis ball and a tail to carry it). And, duh, I’m drinking at noon to pretend I’m at Jacobs Field (no, no Progressive Field in this house), so everything is silly!

The back of the Mouse Ball package reads:

  • Same great flavour and lower in calories than real mice!
  • Catnip added for safe legal herbal stimulation.
  • Mouse balls are way cuter and less messy than real mice.

TGIMFF!

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