Things have been relatively quiet lately. I worked six very long days this week and Tim worked seven days in a row. Between work, regular errands and getting ready for my friend Julia's Signing Day, we didn't have much down time.
It's starting to warm up with humidity down here. Sigh. It will likely stay oppressively hot for the next 6-7 months. Tim loves this kind of weather; I hate it. I believe I have run for the last time outside until September or October. The treadmill and I are going to be close buddies for a while, but now that I've run 5Ks and trained outside, it's really, really boring. I'm going to have to figure out a way to beat my workout boredom in general - I had a really fun, challenging routine of classes and strength and cardio workouts when I lived in St. Pete, but the Y here just isn't even close to offering what my old gym had. There's another Y about 20 minutes away, but even then, the classes offered are early in the morning and the equipment is older. Even the Zumba class I've attended at the Bradenton Y is aimed at senior citizens - I'm usually 20-30 years younger than anyone else in the class, and understandably, the instructor doesn't really offer many challenges, just fun and a decent workout.
This week Tim and I arranged to get Wednesday off from work - it'll be my first requested day off since the wedding! - and we're going to Disney to celebrate *someone's* birthday. Disney has a cool promotion this year that we're taking advantage of, and we get a 10% discount on Disney admission because we're Florida residents, so we really got a good deal. Free ticket+discounted ticket=we're going to go. Tim has never been to Disney, and I've only been there once in 1999 for a band trip. We're going to spend the day in the Magic Kingdom, and I'm really excited that it shouldn't be too hot or crowded. I think it'll be a long, tiring day and wish we could have Thursday off, too, to recover, but I think it will be a lot of fun.
In other news, apparently Mario got an extra bit of protein in his diet on Saturday. Tim was off for the day and had ordered a pizza to eat while watching the draft. While he was busy keeping Mario in the condo, it seems a lizard snuck in while the delivery guy was here. And Mario decided that the lizard was his dinner. I am so disgusted. Every time I look at Mario I think he's fatter than he was yesterday. I don't like having his head near mine, so he's been sleeping on Tim's side of the bed or at the bottom of the bed. I don't know why Tim didn't stop him from killing and eating the lizard, but I guess the only thing I can hope is that Mario truly did kill and eat the lizard, because I don't want to know there's a live or dead lizard in the condo right now. And I think we'd know because Mario would stalk the crap out of him.
Since Sidney never seems to get any blog love, I'll share one recent story (and hopefully update with pics later). Sid is dumb. Doesn't answer to his name. Doesn't respond to any normal stimulus. Freaks out if you open the freezer door. But the one smart thing he does is try to give us offerings at night. At first he used to just do it with a stuffed moon he has - he loves the thing and always carries it around when we go to bed, wailing/meowing as he brings it (it's a hilarious sound - his mouth is stuffed with a toy and he makes this pitiful, extremely loud wailing noise). I'll always find the moon at the end of the bed or on the bed. But lately he's been doing it with other toys, too, over the course of the night. Yesterday we had the moon and three little toy mice at the end of the bed. Today, it's the moon and two little toy mice. I'll have to take a picture sometime of the pile of offerings.
Other than working and such, I've also been busy posting at the baking blog Meghan and I started. If you haven't seen it, check it out!
Showing posts with label lizard. Show all posts
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
An open letter
Dear Anole,
I'm sure your day started as innocently as mine. I woke up, had my coffee, went for a run at the park with Tim and then settled in to do some stuff in preparation for tomorrow's road trip. As I was getting ready for work, you entered my day.
I had been in the living room earlier. I had noticed the blinds to the sliding doors were open, but I appreciated the natural light and didn't think twice about it. Then Tim told me that the nippers (that's what we call the cats) were outside. I looked outside, and sure enough, they were in the screened-in porch. I spotted you then. I mentioned you to Tim. I wasn't convinced the best place for the nippers to be was outside. But they seemed happy, and Tim was watching them, so I went back to getting ready.
I walked out of the bathroom 3 minutes later to Tim's cheerful call of "Mario brought you a lizard!" Yes, unsuspecting anole, it was you. I am so, so sorry I yelled so much and was so loud. However, imagine my shock. (And remember, I don't have the best track record with your kind. I had a clear view of Mario down the hallway, and I'm afraid you and I weren't properly introduced - all I saw was a tail and two legs hanging out of his mouth.
Tim kept laughing. He kept telling Mario to put you down. Mario didn't understand why I wasn't impressed. He didn't grasp that I was horrified and wanted a) you out and b) him out, but not in the same place. He just stood there, looking proud and defensive, with you dangling from his mouth.
You fell from Mario's mouth and scurried toward our bookshelf, but Mario nearly caught you again. Finally, Tim picked up a white gift bag and told me you were in it. Sadly, it was the gift bag that my engagement ring had been in before Tim gave it to me. Tim wants to keep it. I told him that it was no longer a keepsake, it's a lizard receptacle (sorry - nothing personal).
Mario never quite figured out that you weren't still in the bookshelf. He didn't realize Tim took you outside and shut the door. He sat there and meowed loudly and pathetically for a good 30 minutes, trying to draw you out. Tim said you sat in shock on the porch for quite some time. Again, my deepest apologies - I can only imagine how bad Mario's breath smells, and I would venture to guess that it's not exactly comfortable to be halfway down a cat's throat while he trots you around like a prize.
I can only hope it won't happen again. I've asked Tim to not let the cats out on the porch again. Aside from the obvious mess, Mario isn't supposed to have extra protein in his diet - he's on prescription food that eliminates the need for snacking on toads and anoles.
I've also asked that Tim brush Mario's teeth, because I really don't want to be head butted or nuzzled by a mouth that has been partaking in lizard delicacies. So far, he has protested on that point. But we'll see.
I hope you live a long, fruitful life ... far away from cats, and frankly, me.
Best wishes,
Kristin (and Tim and Mario and Sidney)
I'm sure your day started as innocently as mine. I woke up, had my coffee, went for a run at the park with Tim and then settled in to do some stuff in preparation for tomorrow's road trip. As I was getting ready for work, you entered my day.
I had been in the living room earlier. I had noticed the blinds to the sliding doors were open, but I appreciated the natural light and didn't think twice about it. Then Tim told me that the nippers (that's what we call the cats) were outside. I looked outside, and sure enough, they were in the screened-in porch. I spotted you then. I mentioned you to Tim. I wasn't convinced the best place for the nippers to be was outside. But they seemed happy, and Tim was watching them, so I went back to getting ready.
I walked out of the bathroom 3 minutes later to Tim's cheerful call of "Mario brought you a lizard!" Yes, unsuspecting anole, it was you. I am so, so sorry I yelled so much and was so loud. However, imagine my shock. (And remember, I don't have the best track record with your kind. I had a clear view of Mario down the hallway, and I'm afraid you and I weren't properly introduced - all I saw was a tail and two legs hanging out of his mouth.
Tim kept laughing. He kept telling Mario to put you down. Mario didn't understand why I wasn't impressed. He didn't grasp that I was horrified and wanted a) you out and b) him out, but not in the same place. He just stood there, looking proud and defensive, with you dangling from his mouth.
You fell from Mario's mouth and scurried toward our bookshelf, but Mario nearly caught you again. Finally, Tim picked up a white gift bag and told me you were in it. Sadly, it was the gift bag that my engagement ring had been in before Tim gave it to me. Tim wants to keep it. I told him that it was no longer a keepsake, it's a lizard receptacle (sorry - nothing personal).
Mario never quite figured out that you weren't still in the bookshelf. He didn't realize Tim took you outside and shut the door. He sat there and meowed loudly and pathetically for a good 30 minutes, trying to draw you out. Tim said you sat in shock on the porch for quite some time. Again, my deepest apologies - I can only imagine how bad Mario's breath smells, and I would venture to guess that it's not exactly comfortable to be halfway down a cat's throat while he trots you around like a prize.
I can only hope it won't happen again. I've asked Tim to not let the cats out on the porch again. Aside from the obvious mess, Mario isn't supposed to have extra protein in his diet - he's on prescription food that eliminates the need for snacking on toads and anoles.
I've also asked that Tim brush Mario's teeth, because I really don't want to be head butted or nuzzled by a mouth that has been partaking in lizard delicacies. So far, he has protested on that point. But we'll see.
I hope you live a long, fruitful life ... far away from cats, and frankly, me.
Best wishes,
Kristin (and Tim and Mario and Sidney)
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