I Left My Heart Somewhere Else

It's been nearly a month since I left, but I'm still not entirely moved in. And I don't foresee myself being so anytime soon. It's not that I'm not committed to the changes in my life, but I just keep putting off making it, along with so many other things, "official."

On a side note, do you think I should, as we say in the LJ community, "friends lock" this journal, because I intend to invite other people I know to read my future personal entries or should I keep it public/"anonymous" and non-riddled with my trademark random, far too detailed, long-winded tangents?

Breakfast of Champions

Now that I'm getting back into shape (read: eating right and exercising). I thought I'd share what I had for breakfast while shopping at Target yesterday: A California salad, mixed berry yogurt parfait, and a bottle of Vitaminwater XXX. This meal was far tastier (and about the same price) of any super-sized heart attack inducer, including anything on their in-store Pizza Hut menu. Since I'm moving into a shared studio apartment in San Francisco, I can't wait to get back to Whole Foods Market and Trader Joe's (hopefully both within walking distance!) to make similar meals like this from scratch. More on my move later.

Not So Secret Garden

A couple of weeks ago, I visited a plant nursery and it dawned on me that I'm going to miss living in a house and tending to my own garden.

My Favorite Cow Girl

Meet Gateway (I originally intended to name her Annie Oakley). She is one of the many feral (possibly homeless) felines that prowl my neighborhood. I had seen her around many times before, but last year she began making regular nightly appearances at my doorstep. At first, I refused to reward her panhandling, but I eventually caved when I realized how uber affectionate she was and that she was a single mother of two kittens. And so began my descent into Crazy Cat Ladyship.



To make a long story short, she ended up weaning off her kittens, both of whom I never really liked. Then she ended up having three more, all of whom are extremely cute and curious! As heartwarming as it is to see them so happy in my backyard, I would like to see all of them as the pets of a loving home. Unfortunately, most people won't take in an adult stray cat and her kittens would be separated from each other.





Enter the SPCA East Bay Feral Fix program. They provide feral cat/dog traps to local residents to catch the animals and bring them in to be spayed/neutered, vaccinated, and flea-freed then eventually released back from whence they came (if they likely wouldn't be adopted). I called them and left a message on their machine, stating my situation and interest in their program. However, they haven't gotten back to me yet and I'm moving soon.



Hopefully, they'll be returning my call!

My Milkshake Is Better Than Yours














This one's for you, Milla.

To the two people who are reading this (and that is a generous guesstimation), I recommend that you split a meal between at least two people. Also, they put a lot of cheese in their burgers. So, you might want to go without. Otherwise, quite nums.

An Ode to Advil

Let it be known that I'm no holistic medicine advocate nor do I pop prescription drugs like candy. I do, however, heart my vitamin supplements no matter how backwards I can be about them (read the vivacious Ms. Milla Wafers' blog for a good example). That said, Advil Liqui-Gels are a godsend. I rarely use over-the-counter pain relievers, but I am now to soothe my earache which I suspect is an inner ear infection. Too bad it isn't an outer ear infection. I have a newfound cure for those! Anyways, if the pain persists, I'll be seeing a doctor soon even though my health insurance won't be in effect until the end of this month!

Side note, I was disappointed to learn that the American Red Cross
Family First Aid Kit (Hard Pack) I purchased a year ago for emergencies only includes one small packet of two aspirin pills. I will be adding this bottle of Advil to my kit along with a few other necessary items.


Oh, the Irony!

I am starting this little interactive journal while in the process of moving to a different city. Once I get there, the only personal computer I'll own will be my phone until I decide on a notebook. I am postponing all five Ws and Hows directed my way until my poor fragile psyche can handle such a brutal interrogation.