Monday, February 21, 2011

Bad blog post fodder

Look what Muffin got me (ie, gosh, look at how great my life is):

No, not the awesome napkin holder. That I got by complimenting an distant elderly relation on her napkin holder only to be sent home with it. Don't judge, I tried to refuse it, but when she got two more identical ones out of the pantry, my arguments all dried up.

Muffin got me the flowers. And some Fran's salted caramels. And a cookbook. And a Gourmet Walking Tour of Seattle. We started at Andaluca with a duck cake, and my brain exploded. Now all Muffin wants to eat is duck cakes.

We stopped at a number of places and I finally get what the big deal is with truffles. Check out Savor Seattle Tours if you are in Seattle and like food.

But a good blog post isn't about swanky gifts or how awesome one's boyfriend is. Unfortunately for you, this will not be the best blog post, probably not a good one.

Lately things have been up and down. We had a great trip to Vegas (more on that soon), but I also had a sinus infection that led me to be a crazy person crying in utter despair in front of the CVS on The Strip, which is probably not too unusual, now that I think of it. When we returned, I was happy to come in to the office and get down to business, but I had a week of work waiting and bad news there.

I've watched Theo, my cubical mate's dog for two months a year for seven years. He was a beloved pet and educator. Sadly, on Wednesday, Theo was put down at a pretty amazing twelve years old. He had been having a lot of health problems and while I knew it was coming, I didn't realize how hard it would be. It is too hard to love anything that is so quickly taken from you.

He was a good dog. I miss him a lot.

I guess I'm just feeling helpless. Maybe that is silly and self-indulgent, maybe it's hormones. All I can say is that I feel like I'm riding an untrustworthy roller coaster.

Intellectually, I know that I have a great life and nothing to complain about, but Theo's situation has thrown me into a deep funk. I also know I have an anxiety disorder, and it is very easy to allow myself to wallow and get carried away with myself.

So think of this crap post this way: I need to remind myself how charmed my life is, how loved I am, and how interesting and entertaining the world is. Because really, isn't blogging all about me? Isn't this one big ego trip?

So, I got flowers, and duck cakes, and, yes, my roommate and I did buy a chocolate cake and eat it in our jammies and it was great. Because things are great, and it isn't that hard to convince myself. Even if it feels a little difficult now.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

One of those days.

10 pm is a perfectly fine time to buy an entire 3-layer chocolate torte, right?

Then eat a HUGE piece? I'm gonna go with yes.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


On Valentine's Day a rat was lying in wait next to where I park my car at Muffin's and though through my vigilance I avoided his attack, he did manage to get the back door of the car open just enough to let rain in that night.

True story.

For reals.

I pulled up and as I sat in my car sending a text to Muffin to come down and let me in, a massive rat ran through the bushes and stopped RIGHT next to my back door. I girded my self and counted to 3... a few times, then leaped out of the car, grabbed my crock pot and Muffin's gifts, kicked the door shut and hoofed it!

The next morning my door was not entirely shut and the storm that night brought quite a bit of rain into my car. Clearly the rat was casing the joint and made his move when I was out of sight. Perhaps nibbling a hole in my break line. Or maybe he just wants my car to have mildew funk. Who knows what terrible plots rats have? I've seen The Secret of NIMH.

So there you have it, proof that rats are creeping out of the toilets and reading my blog.