Scattered Brainings XVI

27 07 2012

* Anyone else have a routine they follow when they first arrive at work? For me, it’s simple: I go through my e-mails, have a mug of tea… and have a look at some comics & memes on my favourite sites. It only takes about 5 minutes, if that, which makes me feel a little less guilty about going onto these sites in the first place. At least I’m a diligent worker for the rest of the day.

* Smudgy might be against healthy snacking. Why else would she steal the apple I wanted to take along to work from the kitchen counter… twice? Oh, wait, that’s right – (a) it was small enough to be considered a toy, and (b) she’s a cat, so she does whatever she wants. Like sleeping on my brand new coat before I even wear it.

* Not having drowned thus far during aqua aerobics feels like a great accomplishment to me. Yeay exercise!

* I know you’re supposed to feel flattered when people think you’re younger than you really are. I’m just wondering at what point in your life this is supposed to be complementary and when the guesstimated difference is a bit too extreme or even astonishing. The women in my aqua aerobics class thought I was only 15 or 16 years old! (I’m told it’s because I’m so small & ‘skinny’.) Now imagine their expressions when they hear that I’m married and how old I actually am. The shock value / surprised faces are really quite amusing.

* The weather is cold, and for the past week I’ve been wearing not-really-heat-inducing jerseys at work with the sleeves rolled up because I feel warm & semi-claustrophobic. I’m too young to be getting hot flashes, right?

* Pink macaroons taste like Bakers Zoo Cookies. If you live in South Africa, go buy one at a Limnos Bakery and tell me I’m wrong. They are awesome!

* We’re watching the second season of GAME OF THRONES at the moment. While interesting, I can’t help but want to groan in joint despair and annoyance when we have to see another person’s naked form and all that hoo-ha. Get on with the story already!

* Also, has anyone else joked that Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly are like Frodo Baggins & Samwise Gamgee in LOTR? Come one: Samwell – Samwise? Both a bit portly, well-meaning, supportive and a true friend? Jon and Frodo each with their own type of burdens to bear and roles to fulfil / adventures to go on? No? Just me, then…

* Is it weird that I find it weird that people don’t think it’s weird to have a whole conversation while in cubicles/stalls at a public/work restroom? Weird.

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Thinking my happy thoughts…

29 06 2012

…and trying not to contemplate murder.

Hint: it hasn’t really been working. And I apologize in advance for the ‘rant’.

There’s something people need to understand: if you mess with my cat, even in the smallest way, you most definitely mess with me. Thus far I’ve been controlling my emotions (and immense desire to retaliate) quite well, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.

*breathe* Okay, here’s the story:

Last Friday, I arrived home to find a letter from the complex’s representative stating that (1) it had been brought to their attention that there are animals in the complex; (2) it is in actual fact a pet-free complex, (3) we need to indicate who gave us permission to have our pets, providing written proof of this; (4) pets should be neutered/spayed; et cetera. This immediately put me in a foul mood since we received a notice last year February that only the three apartments listed therein had permission to own cats (thank the Gods for my obsessive-compulsive hoarding instinct that kicked in and made me keep that notice!)

If they’re going to complain about the cats (and there aren’t that many anymore, though now there are two dogs), I want to provide a counter argument complaint about the g*ddamn kiddies that live here:

(1) They run around everywhere; (2) they scream at each other while standing side by side, and it sounds like they are being murdered – I’m not sure whether to be concerned about a true injury or annoyed about the obvious attention-seeking gesture; (3) they have a blatant disregard for cars coming in and out of the gate, instead deciding that that’s a good place to hang around and then getting petulant/sulky when you ask them to move; (4) they don’t seem to have been taught that you leave other people’s pets alone and shouldn’t agitate/chase/pick them up or take them into your apartment – why do you think they run away or, in a different scenario, scratch you for grabbing at them. Sometimes animals cannot help what they do, but you as a parent are raising that child and obviously not doing the best of jobs… Trust me, I could go on and on about the little hooligans.

And I now, again*, have good reason to.

[*I say again because while we were on honeymoon they managed to let the cat out of our apartment and have my older sister in a flat spin looking for Smudgy only to hear one of the apartment doors opening and seeing her running from that direction.]

While I was reading the letter on Friday, Smudgy came to sit on the countertop. I immediately noticed that she wasn’t her usual self: she didn’t meow at me, wasn’t curious about what I was eating, wouldn’t respond when I talked to her and instead just sat there looking frightened/alert while staring at the window. I noticed that her tail was a droopy, and initially assumed she was merely feeling a bit ‘off’… until I told my mum about it on the phone a few minutes later. Her opinion? That Smudgy’s tail might be broken.

Cue mild panic attack and protective anxiety over my beloved kitty!

I could see she was in a great deal of pain, struggling to sit/lie down comfortably and sort of holding her backside in the air. Upon taking her to the vet, it was confirmed that her tail was either broken or dislocated, they he suspected (and I hoped for) the latter. I had to leave her there overnight so that she could go for x-rays the following morning. It turned out that her tail had been dislocated, but that she would be fine as long as there were no internal problems (nerve endings not working properly being the main concern). I had to closely monitor Smudgy’s sandbox habits – not being able to urinate or pass stool could mean complications and a possible operation. Defensive human mommy that I am, I worked from home on Monday just so that I could be close to her.

It seems like Smudgy was pursued by someone/something and, when she jumped into our window to escape, digging her nails in for purchase to drag herself out of harm’s way, aforementioned someone/something yanked on her tail – thus causing the dislocation. I don’t believe another cat could have done it. If it were a car, Smudgy’s tail would have been broken, not dislocated, and she knows to stay away from moving vehicles (she makes herself scarce when one starts up). The only logical thing that springs to mind is that the kiddies were (again) running up and down the stairs, playing in front of the various apartments, and then were chasing her and trying to grab onto her when she jumped inside. The school holidays started last Friday, after all, and I’ve seen them harassing cats before…

Oh, and when we were finally able to let Smudgy outside again on Tuesday, she was only gone for a short while before she leapt with great swiftness through the window again. A few seconds later, I heard the children passing by our window and running down the stairs to their respective homes, deterring me from seeing whose delinquents had been after her.

*rage rage RAGE*

Anyway: Smudgy’s tail is still a bit droopy, but other than that, the vet has confirmed that she’s fine and should make a speedy recovery. I just wish that she didn’t have to go through that pain 😦 I’ve tried not thinking about it too much. Instead, I’ve been thankful that the damage didn’t necessitate surgery and that she’s been giving me more cuddle time and affection.

Perhaps I should take up a personal mantra: Keep calm and don’t kill the kiddies… yet.

Stretching out across my lap before coming in for a cuddle

Completely contented kitty 🙂





Message Sessions IV

21 06 2012

Dear cell phone

I love you – I really do. I’m quite sentimental over you due to the fact that you were purchased while we were on honeymoon last year. However, you better get your act together. Yesterday you froze and didn’t allow me to use Opera Mini, and I had to resort to uninstalling and then reinstalling the application. Now, this morning, you don’t want to send and receive my e-mails! Just remember that you are easily replaceable…

Slightly frustrated,

Checking for a new phone

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Dear guy who attended aqua aerobics for the first time last night

I’m very happy that you decided to do something about your excessive bulk and join the gym to better your lifestyle. Aqua aerobics (aka the splash class) is a fun workout that always leaves me feeling refreshed afterwards, and I hope that you’ll learn to enjoy it as well. BUT, nearly ramming into me and constantly getting in the way sort of ruined my evening, making the exercise feel useless and causing me to feel like an idiot when the instructor keeps looking over at us. One thing you should know about me: I looove contemplating murder. Just a thought.

Insincerely yours,

Stay out of my way

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Dear Smudgy

Thanks for being my little fur-baby! I’m so glad that you’ve been more loving of late, although I’m not sure what’s so alluring about my post-workout scent that makes you want to cuddle up next to me, or the taste of chlorine water that you lick off of my foot/ankle…

Love & hugs,

Your human mommy

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Dear Significant Other

Bzzz-bzzz-bzzzzzz. That is all 😉

Oodles of love,

Me xxx

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Dear Mythbusters

Thank you for making my evenings sooo much better and greatly entertaining! Nothing goes better with my thoughts about murder, despair and all things macabre in general than watching you guys blowing stuff up. Nearly done with season 5 – three more seasons (and plenty of explosions) to go!

Keep blowing stuff  it up,

A big fan

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Dear me

Get your rear in gear and work on your book review site!!!

Seriously,

No more excuses

Image from pusheen.com





Smudgy the cat loves… (Part 2)

18 06 2012

Good morning, dearest blog readers!

It’s nice and cold here in South Africa, and with the weather being what it is, I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to do the second instalment in the Smudgy the cat loves… ‘series’… which, I know, is long overdue.

So, what else does my feline fur-baby love? Cuddling!

Smudgy isn’t really what you would call an affectionate cat. I know that she loves me, as much as a cat can be said to love a human, but many (if not most) times she casts this into serious doubt. She prefers being outdoors, doesn’t like being held for too long, won’t sit in your lap when you want her to, claws or bites me at random, and only seems happy to see me when I get home in the afternoons because her food  bowl is ‘empty’. Still, we have our own little rituals, and I think when it comes to the dreary weather that personifies winter, she’s far more likely to act like a loving little thing.

That said, I will admit that she’s very intuitive. When I have to take home work in the evenings, she always comes to sit with me (or, rather, on my work). She seems to know when I need a bit of companionship, or a cuddle, and I am more than happy to oblige!

She was nowhere to be found when I was in bed with a migraine on Friday, but I won’t hold that against her 😉

Here are some photos of Smudgy indulging in some cuddling with me. Nothing says happiness like a warm kitty in your lap/by your side/stealing your pillow…

Snuggling into the crook of my arm while I read

Stretching on the couch

Holding onto my arm to snugly secure herself

Many times I think Smudgy prefers my Significant Other…

Taking a quick catnap – aren’t we adorable?

Stealing my pillow pre-cuddle – and I let her keep it! She sure gets away with a lot

More interested in cozying up next to me than watching Mythbusters

Taking a nap on my behalf after an aqua aerobics class. Just the thought of exercise makes Smudgy tired… not to mention all that water!

Cutest lap-cat EVER 🙂 Best way to stay warm on a cold night when a heating pad and mug of tea just won’t cut it.

Taking over my side of the bed last night. A cuddle session was inevitable. This is definitely one of my favourite photos of us.





Things that made me happy this week

4 05 2012

Happy Fried-day, blog readers!

It’s cold and rainy over here, so I’m obviously over the proverbial moon about it. No need to match my mood to the glum weather – especially now that the weekend is but a few hours away… and my first wedding anniversary just around the corner… *eek*

There have been a lot of developments during the last week: finding out that the books I worked on have been provisionally approved, dealing with (big) changes to said books, working with a difficult person who sort of thinks I’m her slave, doing freelance work, finding out the time of my interview next week… in a word: LIFE.

But besides all that, there were a few things that truly made me happy/smile, and I thought that I’d share them with you via photos. The smallest things can make you happy (a smile, a mug of tea, a fluffy cat) – it’s just how you decide to view life & the situations you find yourself in.

Okay, enough of waxing sentimental. Here are (a few of) the things that made me happy this last week:

A book on origami my mum bought me

Taking this photo of Smudgy at the perfect moment – it looks like she’s laughing!

Buying myself a copy of the new Stephen King novel

Raindrops on the sunroof as we drove to work yesterday

A lot of attention/affection from Smudgy. Here she’s keeping me from my freelance work

The prospect of baking more yummy goodies – glad I bought this magazine 🙂





Another happy birthday

4 01 2012

Today is a very special day…

…because, for the 4th year in a row, I get to spend my Significant Other’s birthday with him 🙂

The day started off with yours truly preparing him a champagne breakfast, followed by a visit from my parentals, and a bit of game time (“Orcs Must Die!”) for my S.O. We’re about to leave for lunch at Ocean Basket – nyummy sushi! – which will be followed by a movie at Cape Gate (the new SHERLOCK HOLMES)… and dinner at La Pineta!

Yes, I am spoiling him rotten – because he deserves it.

Happy birthday, my dearest, and remember that I Love you soooooo much ❤

This is the birthday card I made my Significant Other. Doesn't Smudgy just look thrilled...?





No hope for me (aka the Kitty Proximation Intellligence Disruptor)

9 12 2011

Good morning, blog readers!

So, it’s Friday… again… and we’re nearly midway through December. Not sure if that’s a good or a ‘bad’ thing. This year truly has flown (yes, let’s start this entry off with a cliché, why not?). I’ve been back at OUP for over 6 months, married for 7 months, and gone through almost another full year without coffee.

A good, super awesome friend of mine (you know who you are, and you RULE!) told me yesterday that he had gotten my blog two more fans, which is great… though now I wish I sounded a bit more intelligent on my blog… and posted less LOLcats…

Alas, I fear that I have been a lost cause for some time now. Immediately after telling myself that I’d try to be more engaging/ interesting/ ‘smart’ on my blog yesterday, I had a Fail Moment that proves to me that it was but an idle hope.

You see, my cat, Smudgy – almost two years old now, what a cutie! – had walked into the bedroom (where my laptop is situated on a desk), meowed at me, then plonked herself down on the floor. One of her front paws was tucked underneath her body, making it look like she only had three paws. I started telling her what a silly little three-legged thing she is, et cetera (an “ou afpoot katjie”, for those who understand Afrikaans), and she just gave me this look saying: “You’re really talking to me like this? Seriously?” I then commenced to lie on the floor in front of her, and told her (yes, talking to my cat, indeed) that I know how stupid I’m being and that my intelligence was being affected by my proximity to her.

I am a prime example of what happens to (certain) humans when they are near a cat – a phenomenon which I shall call the Kitty Proximation Intelligence Disruptor [KPID]:

This is a FACT! ...as proven by myself, on occasion...

I even touched her nose when explaining this, and exclaimed “You’re a KITTY!” before laughing at myself (though not hysterically, I’ll add).

Craziness aside (probably shouldn’t mention that I took a bazillion pictures of her), I think I’m just a big cat lover. When I see a kitty, I get a smile on my face. Whether it’s on sites like I can has cheezburger or at our apartment complex, there’s something about these furry little critters that sets my heart aglow (I’m sharing a moment with you, don’t ruin it) 🙂 I feel so sorry for all the kitties that don’t have homes, that have been abused/ abandoned/ neglected, that walk the streets and don’t know where their next meal is coming from… And that makes me love Smudgy even more, and I try hard to take good care of her.

In a rare moment of what can only be termed surrender for a cat, she allowed me to pick her up – one of her obvious dislikes – and even have her picture taken! Granted, she meowed before and after the picture was taken (I bugged my Significant Other while he was working), yet I think it came out quite nice. It even looks like she was posing!

Truth be told, she looks bigger to me in the photo than she actually is in real life (maybe because I’m short and ‘small’, though this isn’t a very flattering photo of me, I look ‘fat’ to myself). Now that she’s lost her collar – again – she has become even more of a ninja: creeping in the shadows, moving silently, remaining undetected and appearing in front of you with the blink of an eye. I think she enjoys it 😉

Anyway, let me not bore you more with rambling about how cute and furry and vocal and silly my cat is. Let me instead wish you all a great Fried-day, with as little stress or worries as possible, and then get us in a Feel Good mood by inviting Business Cat to take the floor. Take care!