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By kilax, June 9, 2008 5:55 am

I had so much fun Saturday night with Kevin and Diane + company (Red Robin + bowling! My two favorite things!) that I actually feel a little sad. I wish I could see them more often.

And I wish… I had more friends out here. Don’t get me wrong! I love spending time with Steven. We were in a long-distance relationship for 4 years, and every moment together feels like a blessing. But sometimes it’s nice to talk (together) to new people too.

We’ve gone out with people we’ve met at work, but you know what that means. As soon as either of us get different jobs, those relationships will likely deteriorate. It’s just the nature of the beast.

I find myself reaching out to new people I meet, and I’m not sure if I am being outgoing in making a new relationship or pathetic.

A few weeks ago, we went bowling early Saturday morning, and there was a person next to us bowling alone. We started talking, exchanged phone numbers, and she invited us to join her bowling league (on a separate team)… so we did a few weeks later.

Also a few weeks ago, we met someone during the townhome association meeting who lives in our neighborhood. On Friday, he was driving by our house with his wife and young daughter and saw me outside (with Data, on his leash). He stopped to say hi, and we ended up visiting for about an hour and a half. We even gave them a tour of our house. (And wow, I have never seen such a well behaved 2.5 year old! This gives me hope!)

I think I am just being friendly, but I have thought so much about how I need to make new friends that I’m worried I am being weird. Well, weird in that aspect! How am I supposed to make new friends outside of work… if work is the only place I ever meet new people?

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By kilax, June 8, 2008 1:13 pm

On a scale of 1-5, how annoyed are you when I write a post about our cat, Data? (1 being “not annoyed at all, I find it endearing!” and 5 being “I am unsubscribing Kim from my reader RIGHT NOW”)

I’ll give it a 3 – “I like it from time to time, but not ALL THE TIME.” Ha ha.

On the weekends, starting around 6:00 am, Data likes to sit next to me and meow constantly into my ear. Then he likes to knock over the garbage can next to my bed. Then he goes to the windows, and bats at the blinds. Then he gets onto Steven’s dresser, and tries to reach into his dresser door to get his glasses out. Then he comes back to me on the bed and starts the cycle over at 6:05 am.

I get it, cat. YOU THINK YOU’RE HUNGRY.

So I had the BRILLIANT idea to get out his automatic feeder to use on the weekends. We fill it up Friday and Saturday nights, set it for 6:00 am, and we blissfully sleep in until at least 8:00 am.

Right.

Data starts whining when he sees us putting the food into the feeder. He finally comes to bed, but then gets up around 3:00 am to go push the feeder all around the house, banging it into things, trying to get it to open. He still comes and meows in my ear, wanting me to open the feeder early. Why don’t I just leave a bag of food on the floor for him?

Even after he eats the food, he acts like it is “extra” food that he found on his own. Finders keepers! “When are you going to feed me again Mommy?!” He’ll sit next to his feeder and wait for someone to walk by and see how pathetic and starved he looks.

So, I never get to “truly” sleep in anymore (Steven sleeps right through all of this nonsense), I have to get up and get this little monster my furbaby to shut up some food.

Don’t you feel sorry for me? No really, don’t you? I am only joking, it’s not a big deal, but I think it demonstrates again, what awful of a mother I would make… getting so annoyed by this…

(Wow. What a long and pathetic post about MY CAT. I think I just upped my vote to a 4 – “I’m on the verge of annoyed and stopped reading after the third paragraph.” I promise something of more substance tomorrow. Maybe.)

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By kilax, May 7, 2008 6:55 pm

The highlight of my day was seeing these baby goslings.

This goose has been nesting in front of the job site I visit every Wednesday in the suburbs. She sits right near the entrance, and hisses at me every time I walk by.

Yes, I realize it is sad that this was today’s highlight. What was yours?

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Today’s Idiom: to rule the roost – to be in charge, to be master

Data rules the roost in our household.

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By kilax, April 17, 2008 6:04 am

A few nights ago, I was playing fetch with Data. I picked up both his yellow ball and his orange ball and said to him “I am going to throw both of these down the stairs at the same time. You bring back the one that is your favorite color.”

He brought them both up, together! Holding one completely inside his mouth, and the other with his teeth. He never does that.

What a little overachiever.

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Today’s Idiom: a wet blanket – one who spoils fun

One of my college friends was a total wet blanket – she always wanted to go home early so she could spend hours talking to her long-distance boyfriend.

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By kilax, April 9, 2008 5:58 am

“Where’s Data’s yellow foam ball?”

“I don’t know.” Steven looks up from his book. “I don’t remember the last time I saw it.”

“Hmm. Should I get a new one out for him?” I ask hopefully.

“NO! We need to put some of his toys away before we get any new ones out.”

“But why? They are only cat toys!”

“Because they’re ALL OVER the house and he doesn’t even play with them!”

See what an awful mother I would be?

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Hey, I guess my new book only provides 4 idioms per week! Yeah, should have researched that a bit better. I am probably going to spread them out – Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday… or something like that. (Or just tell me if you think I should get rid of the feature all together!)

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By kilax, October 31, 2007 5:04 am

When I’m feeling low, the most unintentional things pick me up – praise from my boss, a thoughtful email from a friend, a smile or compliment from a stranger…

It doesn’t take more than a second to go from feeling calm to feeling crummy, but just as quickly, the simplest things can turn that crummy mood into a chipper one again.

Happy Halloween!

On a side note, please visit psuedotherapy.com and participate in SJ’s Halloween Meme. It sounds like it will be a lot of fun!