Ava Bava's official debut! MEOW! How adorable is she!? Her left eye has a scratched cornea, and yet she is STILL perfect! Honey would be proud.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Ava Bava!
Ava Bava's official debut! MEOW! How adorable is she!? Her left eye has a scratched cornea, and yet she is STILL perfect! Honey would be proud.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The telly is gone, so I guess it's official!
I sold my television yesterday! So it looks like I am definitely moving to NYC! Wow, the past few weeks have been a whirlwind of preparation and well, parties! Saying goodbye to friends and goodbye to my things has been intense! Without going into extreme details, I have decided to just show some pictures...
A pre-sale kicked off the selling of my apartment in early September. Here my friend Ashley in her new pink hat exits with her friends, all of which are carrying new goodies from the pre-sale!
For my last day at the magazine, September 19, my immediate supervisor bought me a special pink Barbie cake to wish me "Good Luck" in my adventures!
Here I am celebrating and eating the cake with my former co-workers. Yes, many of you know, this was a very joyous day!
Later, those former co-workers and I further celebrated on the rooftop of Rock Bottom.
And then even later, I held a special goodbye FTC (Finer Things Club) Dinner at my apartment for the members of this exclusive club......here some members were overjoyed in trying on many of the outfits I had ready for my sale the following day. (Above Amy models the hot pink pants and black blazer, Camri is donning the turquoise and black sheath dress, while Jen is wearing the elegant black and leopard trimmed suit!)
Here—reminiscent of the famed Papin sister—Amy and Camri take a moment for the camera in these pretty dresses.
The next day was the Sale Soiree—the most anticipated event of September 2008! Buyers noshed on crackers & cheese, edamame, and hummus; sipped white wine; and bought to their hearts' content!
Tanya picked up a vacuum cleaner and Asian print, among other things; Mandy, a tiara; Barb, an Audrey purse; Abby, Kim, Muffy, Jen, and Sarah each found their own treasures, and Julie scooped up the beautiful pink garden table and vintage turquoise chairs among her many treasures!
And another happy shopper, Mary, left in her favorite find—this classy apron with matching rubber gloves! Oh la la.
Thanks to all who helped me celebrate my leaving by buying my stuff!
A pre-sale kicked off the selling of my apartment in early September. Here my friend Ashley in her new pink hat exits with her friends, all of which are carrying new goodies from the pre-sale!
For my last day at the magazine, September 19, my immediate supervisor bought me a special pink Barbie cake to wish me "Good Luck" in my adventures!
Here I am celebrating and eating the cake with my former co-workers. Yes, many of you know, this was a very joyous day!
Later, those former co-workers and I further celebrated on the rooftop of Rock Bottom.
And then even later, I held a special goodbye FTC (Finer Things Club) Dinner at my apartment for the members of this exclusive club......here some members were overjoyed in trying on many of the outfits I had ready for my sale the following day. (Above Amy models the hot pink pants and black blazer, Camri is donning the turquoise and black sheath dress, while Jen is wearing the elegant black and leopard trimmed suit!)
Here—reminiscent of the famed Papin sister—Amy and Camri take a moment for the camera in these pretty dresses.
The next day was the Sale Soiree—the most anticipated event of September 2008! Buyers noshed on crackers & cheese, edamame, and hummus; sipped white wine; and bought to their hearts' content!Tanya picked up a vacuum cleaner and Asian print, among other things; Mandy, a tiara; Barb, an Audrey purse; Abby, Kim, Muffy, Jen, and Sarah each found their own treasures, and Julie scooped up the beautiful pink garden table and vintage turquoise chairs among her many treasures!
And another happy shopper, Mary, left in her favorite find—this classy apron with matching rubber gloves! Oh la la.Thanks to all who helped me celebrate my leaving by buying my stuff!
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
My Love
(From Wikipedia)
The Black truffle or Black Périgord Truffle (Tuber melanosporum) is named after the Périgord region in France and grows exclusively with oak. Specimens can be found in late autumn and winter, reaching 7cm in diameter and weighing up to 100g. [9] Production is almost exclusively European, with France accounting for 45%, Spain 35%, Italy 20%, and small amounts from Slovenia and Croatia.
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All I know Black Truffle is that I love you.
The Black truffle or Black Périgord Truffle (Tuber melanosporum) is named after the Périgord region in France and grows exclusively with oak. Specimens can be found in late autumn and winter, reaching 7cm in diameter and weighing up to 100g. [9] Production is almost exclusively European, with France accounting for 45%, Spain 35%, Italy 20%, and small amounts from Slovenia and Croatia.
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All I know Black Truffle is that I love you.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Uninspired? Maybe
Wow, lately I have had nothing.
My blog has been blasé.
Today I bathed a cat. Today I also heard a man ask the cashier at my local mart if he sold ‘single condoms’. And I thought “Man you need more confidence in your 'skillz.'”
My temple hurts, probably because I attacked a bug bite hoping it would behave like a pimple.
Ava had a BIG day today! Ava, that is my new cat. She’s been with me now since August 7, but since day one has undergone some major stress. Let’s see... I had friends over for a bedazzling party and drinks the day after she was adopted; then, two days later, two girlfriends from Minneapolis roared into town. We listened to loud music, drank wine, and danced in front of mirrors. A man broke into my open window while we were away at dinner. Lame ass C.P.D came over to NOT do their job.
The next day I ripped Ava from her somewhat safe abode into my friend’s home with two other cats and five people. Once home she endured workers tearing out windows and replacing them with sturdier news one with bars. She then developed an upper respiratory infection. She began peeing on my bed. I was distraught!
The problem seemed to go away until this past weekend when I discovered a new urine prezzie on my enzymed-to-death mattress. Today I hauled her ass downtown on the train to see the doc. All day she sat in her crate, waiting for an exam. She got prodded and poked and it was discovered the poor boo has had a bladder infection (peeing out of the box is a huge size of that). She then peed in her crate while waiting for me to pick her up at 5.
We walked to the train, in the rain, waited for 30 minutes for a train that wasn’t completely packed. When she finally got home for safety, before she knew it she was being scooped up for a bath.
Poor kitty.
Now I am enjoying a much needed glass of wine and she’s enjoying a much needed bath of her own version. I am SO happy though. The bad peeing was likely a sign of her feeling sick, so she will be okay and not kicked out to the curb.
Aside from kitty world, I am still in the midst of my major change. No, I'm not turning into a man. At the end of the month I am leaving the city to do what I need to do to leave for New York in January. I am slightly freaking out every five minutes. Leaving my cute little apartment will be sad and selling my ‘Jolenie’ things is upsetting. I know they are just things, but still, it’s sad to me.
My friend E called, after getting an umpteenth email about how I feel sad leaving the apartment and all my ‘things.’ She has been very understanding, but today she said, “it’s funny, while I know it’s important to you, I just don’t understand; it’s only stuff.”
I get that. I guess why it’s been important is because decorating is sort of a fun hobby of mine; I get REALLY into it. While I have lots of ‘things,’ everything is organized—everything is meticulously placed. From the miniature rubber kitties on my TV to the tchotkie pigs in my kitchen… but it is only stuff; it doesn’t move me forward and, as E pointed out, the stuff will never love me as I love the stuff.
Poor Ava. I tried to blow dry her ass. That did NOT go over well. Yes, as I type, I am watching her trying to get comfy with wet fur. She’s a vision nonetheless.
So, from a sick cat to freaking out about freaking stuff, I got nothing. Pretty boring in J’s World…I guess I could talk about politics, but what fun would that be? Um, Palin is pretty, but like pretty models, maybe shouldn't speak? Obama is so young and handsome...his wife is utterly annoying! I wonder if McCain stopped at Cosettas for some killer Mostacollie?
Yeah I got nothing in the world of politics either... is it too late in the game to talk about my boyfriend Phelpsie?
My blog has been blasé.
Today I bathed a cat. Today I also heard a man ask the cashier at my local mart if he sold ‘single condoms’. And I thought “Man you need more confidence in your 'skillz.'”
My temple hurts, probably because I attacked a bug bite hoping it would behave like a pimple.
Ava had a BIG day today! Ava, that is my new cat. She’s been with me now since August 7, but since day one has undergone some major stress. Let’s see... I had friends over for a bedazzling party and drinks the day after she was adopted; then, two days later, two girlfriends from Minneapolis roared into town. We listened to loud music, drank wine, and danced in front of mirrors. A man broke into my open window while we were away at dinner. Lame ass C.P.D came over to NOT do their job.
The next day I ripped Ava from her somewhat safe abode into my friend’s home with two other cats and five people. Once home she endured workers tearing out windows and replacing them with sturdier news one with bars. She then developed an upper respiratory infection. She began peeing on my bed. I was distraught!
The problem seemed to go away until this past weekend when I discovered a new urine prezzie on my enzymed-to-death mattress. Today I hauled her ass downtown on the train to see the doc. All day she sat in her crate, waiting for an exam. She got prodded and poked and it was discovered the poor boo has had a bladder infection (peeing out of the box is a huge size of that). She then peed in her crate while waiting for me to pick her up at 5.
We walked to the train, in the rain, waited for 30 minutes for a train that wasn’t completely packed. When she finally got home for safety, before she knew it she was being scooped up for a bath.
Poor kitty.
Now I am enjoying a much needed glass of wine and she’s enjoying a much needed bath of her own version. I am SO happy though. The bad peeing was likely a sign of her feeling sick, so she will be okay and not kicked out to the curb.
Aside from kitty world, I am still in the midst of my major change. No, I'm not turning into a man. At the end of the month I am leaving the city to do what I need to do to leave for New York in January. I am slightly freaking out every five minutes. Leaving my cute little apartment will be sad and selling my ‘Jolenie’ things is upsetting. I know they are just things, but still, it’s sad to me.
My friend E called, after getting an umpteenth email about how I feel sad leaving the apartment and all my ‘things.’ She has been very understanding, but today she said, “it’s funny, while I know it’s important to you, I just don’t understand; it’s only stuff.”
I get that. I guess why it’s been important is because decorating is sort of a fun hobby of mine; I get REALLY into it. While I have lots of ‘things,’ everything is organized—everything is meticulously placed. From the miniature rubber kitties on my TV to the tchotkie pigs in my kitchen… but it is only stuff; it doesn’t move me forward and, as E pointed out, the stuff will never love me as I love the stuff.
Poor Ava. I tried to blow dry her ass. That did NOT go over well. Yes, as I type, I am watching her trying to get comfy with wet fur. She’s a vision nonetheless.
So, from a sick cat to freaking out about freaking stuff, I got nothing. Pretty boring in J’s World…I guess I could talk about politics, but what fun would that be? Um, Palin is pretty, but like pretty models, maybe shouldn't speak? Obama is so young and handsome...his wife is utterly annoying! I wonder if McCain stopped at Cosettas for some killer Mostacollie?
Yeah I got nothing in the world of politics either... is it too late in the game to talk about my boyfriend Phelpsie?
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