Wow, am I tired today. I had to get up at 4 a.m. to feed Ginger because she would not leave me alone. She was up on the bed in my face, sitting on top of my pillow, sticking her cold little nose in my ear, meowing to beat the band, so finally I figured feeding her a little early would help me get some sleep.

It did, until she came back to head-but ( Read more... )

I finally started cleaning my cess pool of a kitchen. Counters scrubbed, dishes washed, floor swept. I dried Ginger's water bowl, filled it, and put it on the floor in its spot under the sink so she could have some water.

I left the room for about 10 minutes, came back in, and there's a lovely wet spot next to the bowl. I tell you, this cat is a ( Read more... )

I need to reinstate my nightly ritual of playing with Ginger...my poor little pud'n is getting chubby. She's over 11 pounds now!

Poor little baby.


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How on earth did the month get away from me? This weekend I'm in Madison watching my friend Laurie's kids, next weekend I'm in St. Pete visiting/partying with my friend Marnie (go Packers!), and the weekend after that I turn the dreaded 35. *shudder ( Read more... )

I've taken a break from dishes to have my second glass of wine (finished the last bit of a bottle of chardonnay, and have now opened a bottle of reisling ( Read more... )

Ginger is having her freak out time now. I'm on the computer and she keeps sprinting in and out of the room, meowing up a storm the whole time.

Heh, kids.

I’m spending my last night at the Crowne Plaza St. Louis-Clayton, where I’ve been since last night for a client event. The hotel is pretty impressive. I am on what they call a Quiet Zone floor. This means:

• No housekeeping or maintenance activities between 9 p.m. and 10 a.m.
• No children, leisure groups, marching bands, or circus animals will be ( Read more... )

I have a feeling that when I have children, I’m going to turn into one of those mothers. You know, the ones who panic at every sneeze, cough or other symptom that a paranoid mom can perceive as the beginning of the end of her child.

When I adopted my cat, Ginger, she came to me with a cold. For the first four days she lived with me, I had to give ( Read more... )

Ginger had her first visit to the "V-E-T" tonight! She did very well. Didn't fight me when I put her in her carrier, but yapped at me the entire drive there.

We got there and they had me put her (inside her carrier) on the waiting room scale, and she and the carrier weighed something like 13 pounds. When we got into the office, we tried to coax her ( Read more... )

Tonight I welcomed a new addition to my family...

meet Ginger Snap!


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