Mardi Gras 2009

Yesterday was Fat Tuesday. Leah and I decided that seafood was a MUST. We felt it was a sin to do anything but celebrate Mardi Gras. Pappadeaux's was WAY too crowded. I guess everyone thought celebrating was a good idea. So we headed across the street to Fish City Grill. We were seated at the closest table to the band. They were very energetic and pretty good. I'm pretty sure I'm a little deaf today though. We ordered our fishy entrees and were given beads (didn't even have to do anything inappropriate for them), glow sticks, and awesome green glitter masks (as pictured)! We had glitter all over our faces and in our hair. I kept finding glitter on me and my belongings all day today. Mardi Gras just kind of stays with you. It was a fun night! I've always thought it would be cool to be in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Not sure I'll ever go, but who knows what the future holds! ;-)

The Many Faces of Sylvester

Sylvester is my sweet, precious kitty, for those of you who don't know me well. If you've spent any time with me at all you know of Sylvest, and that describing him as sweet and precious is hilarious. Sylvest could be described as having multiple personalities. Sometimes he really can be sweet. Just a minute ago he jumped up on my chest as I lay on the couch, purred, kneaded my stomach, and just wanted to cuddle and be rubbed. That led to this post, and it also made me laugh. He can be the best cat ever, or a holy terror. He coughs up hairballs, poops and pees on the bed when he's mad, hisses, scratches, and can be a real devil. You never know which Sly you are going to get at any one time.

I got Sylvest in June 2004 from my friend Erin, whose cat had kittens. I never really cared for cats much. We didn't have them growing up, and mom and dad didn't like them so neither did I. In recent years I had been okay with them. Some friends had cats that were pretty sweet. But when Erin told me I could have one I got pretty excited. My OWN pet. A companion for my quite apartment. It sounded good to me. Sylvest was the runt of the five kitten litter. He always progressed about a week or two behind his siblings. Erin let me take him home when he was eight weeks old. He was ready. I remember that first night. I was SCARED TO DEATH driving home with him. And I think I was even more scared as I sat in my bathroom floor and this little thing was vibrating as I held him in my hands. Vibrating! What was wrong with my cat? He was defective. I called my friend Brinda, who had also taken home a kitten that night. I told her my kitten was vibrating and I didn't know what to do. After nearly dying of laughter she told me he was purring. Purring? That's what purring sounds like? What the heck? To this day my friends won't let me live it down. Hey, I had no experience with cats. How was I to know.

Anyway, Sylvest was being sweet tonight so it was DEFINITELY blog worthy. Stay tuned for the days where I try to give him away.

Happy Single's Awareness Day, err, I mean Valentine's!

So today was Valentine's Day. As a single gal this isn't normally my favorite day. Flowers, chocolates, balloons, stuffed animals...bleh! LOL! However, this Valentine's has turned out to be pretty good. It actually started Thursday night as me & my friends, Leah & Leigh Ann, had a traditional Grey's Anatomy night and exchanged valentine's. On Friday, I got flowers from my super sweet friend, Deborah, who signed the card "You are so very loved. Celebrate me today. Love, Jesus". It made my day! She also decorated all our desks at work. It was great!

Today I had lunch with some old friends I hadn't seen in a while, saw Confessions of a Shopaholic with some great girls, and then headed to a b-day party with some wild rugrats. My friend Keelie has a 3 yr old son, Jonah, who I even bribed with valentine goodies. I told him he got the sweet treats if he let his grandma give him a bath. That little one sprinted out of the bathroom naked to tell me he'd had his bath and was ready for his gift, with outstretched hands. It was hilarious! This valentine's turned out to be great, thanks to terrific friends!

Photos: Keelie & I (friends for 27 years); Keelie's little Glory; Jonah & his cousin, Brooks

Burn Baby Burn!

So I'm an adult. 29 years old. I've been dressing myself and doing my own hair for years now. Never had many technical difficulities. Thursday morning I decided to do my hair for work. No, this does not happen everyday. There are days when ponytails and headbands are my very best friend. But I got up somewhere close to on-time and thought I'd wash and blow-dry my hair. I was using my big round brush just blow-drying away when I started smelling burning hair. I thought this was very strange as this normally doesn't happen. I stop the dryer and pull the brush from my hair when the burned portion at left came out with the brush. I was mortified. Freaking out. Who burns their blasted hair when they blow-dry it? Really? I guess I wasn't paying enough attention, although it's never been something I really had to concentrate on. I mean I know that hair dryers burn but I haven't had an issues with this in the past. I was reminded of the time my sister burned the living room carpet with a blow-dryer when we were growing up. We quickly learned that dryers can do damage. I guess I just had to be reminded on Thursday.