lesson learned

You learn something new every day, right? Well, today I was the victim of a tragic accident involving nudity, a curling iron, and an imaginary cockroach. I'll just let your imagination fill in the gaps for a minute.

Needless to say, burning yourself with something that hot on skin that delicate is not something I ever wish to repeat. It's just so damn hot in Hawaii.

Lord help me, my boob better not scar.

chunky little butts

Lately I feel like Lucy likes Mike more than she likes me. And while I've managed to joke about it in front of him, it actually really bothers me.

Most of the time I attribute this to the fact that I play "bad cop" more often than he does lately. I yell at her for scratching. Scratching the couch, the bed frame, the screens...you name it. I squirt her with my nifty little water bottle for jumping on the nightstand, which she now knows is a no-no, but yet does anyway. She's an insolent teenager trapped in an incredibly cute cat's body apparently. And I feel like my regular litter box emptying is completely unappreciated and does nothing to warrant me fuzzy feline affection.

It's not that Mike isn't involved in taking care of her. He is every bit of parent as I am. He helps out with emptying the litter once in a while and will clean out the box when it needs it. It's just that he's a heavier sleeper, so by nighttime, when most of the water bottle action takes place, he's out cold while I'm left to deter her from her rebellious habits. Therefore making me bad cop. He's better at feeding her, making him good cop.

Cats are incapable of evaluating these differences. Maybe I should just start sneaking her treats to win over her affections?

If only she wasn't already a chunky little butt. Chunky little butts don't get extra treats. I should know. Mike and I are both dieting right now.

sexy ladies do not put this song on repeat

It's official. I need to move out of this apartment. My neighbor has Gangnam Style blaring on repeat and it is not acceptable.

WHY????

dietary willpower

Mike and I are dieting...hard core.

It was time lol.

So no carbs, starches, sugars (okay, so we bend a little bit on sugars occasionally) and no soda. Butter is obviously limited or eliminated altogether in favor of olive oil. And once in a blue moon, I'll break down and have a teensy portion of potatoes with my two eggs and turkey bacon once a week. Leave me alone, I'm Irish and besides, I'm only human. For the most part it's strict city though.

I am accustomed to this severe of a diet, but he is not. He misses bread, but on his behalf, he never had to do this in the past. Kinda hard to be a fatty when you're in the Army. He could eat complete crap because of how much he exercised. You know, the total opposite of my lifelong lifestyle.

nothing like snuggling up and reading a book

I have made two really awesome conclusions tonight.

Conslusion one: I need to buy another blanket. I've always loved the one we have on our bed. It's the perfect amount of coziness and simplicity, but at this time of year, I'm exhausted by dragging it's coziness back and forth to the couch. I've resisted buying another one thus far because I just don't use it the other half of the year, but I think after this evening I am giving in...

Conclusion two: No more buying books for me until I actually finish at least three of the novels I have hiding in the closet. Don't ask me how I've accumulated this many books in Hawaii, especially considering I don't have a bookshelf, but I can't possibly consider getting more without eliminating at least a few. Some of them are buys and some I've just plain accumulated, but at this point, I need to pare it down a bit before I can indulge at Barnes and Noble anymore (I still mourn the loss the of Borders...). For the most part, it just requires finishing something I've already started, but I'll man up either way.