I really, really hate that I’m allergic to my cats.
Somehow, that’s just really not as interesting as it is in my head — the whole, I’m allergic but I’d never, ever get rid of them argument.
Oh, nevermind. I’m going to bed and I’ll be rubbing my eyes raw the whole way there. What can I say? I’m a sucker for Maxfield nose kisses.

So I learned tonight that I should not attempt to make dinner after a bit o’wine. Actually, I have no business in the kitchen, but I thought it would be nice to make the hubbie dinner –
1) I broke yet another wine glass. Make that #4 for the month. This was before cracking open bottle #1.
2) I spilled more pasta on the floor than in the strainer, and managed to get more sauce on my jeans than in my mouth. How I managed this is still yet to be explored, but I’ll leave you with this image: wine glass in one hand, slotted spoon full of sauce in the other. Do I need to spell it out for you?
3) I was on the phone with Q, losing my shit over something funny he said, when I bobbled the phone and almost dropped it in the sauce. I caught it before it landed in, but not before I got knuckles full of hot liquid tomato.
4) The top for the boiling pasta pot gets hot. Fast. Especially without a potholder. Who said a watched pot never boils? I was tipsily enthralled with the bubbles, so much that I needed to take the top off for a closer look — and I’ll have a reminder for a few days of just how cool that boiling water was. Or rather — how hot. Yeouch.
Luckily, I managed to clean up the whole kitchen before he got home. Of course, he’d never know if I didn’t feel the need to spew my randomness for the whole world — including him — to read.
And wtf is with the Sox losing tonight? All you hatahs can shuddup — it’s too early in the season for us to lose in the 9th like that! Don’t we have at least until August to lose like that?
In other happier news, the redesign for Blogshares has been implemented. It was lots of fun to work on — and if you came here from there, welcome to really expensive junk. I hope you bought low — there are still some shares left.

I don’t know what it means to be “overvalued,” but part of me feels like sitting in the corner sucking my thumb and crying. I do know that my stock plummeted from $5.50/share to $.72/share! Apparently my P/E got too high, so it “readjusted” my value: “This represents pressure from the invisible public on the share price of juicy bargains or expensive junk respectively.”
So a little insider tip — go buy some snazzykat stock (aka “expensive junk”) now, while it’s cheap!

When Jay asked me this morning to figure out exactly where we stand financially, I don’t think he meant “roll all the coins in the house, even the ones under the cushions and under the kitchen counters.”
What do you mean $177 in quarters, nickels & pennies isn’t enough for a down payment? You mean I might have to cash out those scratch-off lottery tickets too?? Those old T tokens? The leftover Canadian money from our trip to Montreal two years ago? Anyone want to help me list my old hairdryer on ebay? My vintage collection of Organic Style magazines?
Damn.

We thought we were doing ourselves a favor going to Open Houses today. We’re really not in a position to buy right now, and don’t really anticipate being able to until August or September.
But wouldn’t you know it, we found the perfect house for us? A tad pricier than we can afford, if we want to eat three square meals a day, but perfect. And huge. And lots and lots of land. And a basketball court in the backyard (!!!). And a fifteen-minute commute for me. (Jay’s would be more, but he’s ok with that). And a loft. A loft! And it backs up against a chi-chi golf course!
They recently lowered the price by $20k, but it’s still about $30k-$40k more than we figured we could comfortably cover. We *could* do it, but it would significantly alter our lifestyle, and I rather enjoy going out to dinner once in a while (ok, ok, every Friday, sue me). Nevermind that we’re not even pre-qualified, let alone pre-approved, for a damned cent.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
And we thought we were doing ourselves a favor, getting a jump start on our research.

The girls: Susan, Mer, Me, Jessie & Su.

Sometimes after a really rough week, you just need to kick it with the girls (and the guys, too, but they were sort of outnumbered — and out-drunked, thanks to Mer’s sangria!). I came home from the wake yesterday, vegged, watched part of a cheesy movie I only learned later was actually “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” and trekked my way through the rain to Su & Jay’s place, where I met up with my hubbie (who had been there all afternoon brewing the latest batch of J&J beer), Jessie, Mer, Mer’s husband & Susan. It was the first grill of the year for us — a definite sign that summer is on its way — summer, full of porch sitting, falcon ridge, baseball, ciders and late nights in the warm air, laughing and being surrounded by friendship.
I love our friends. I love how supportive and fun and incredible they are. I’m so looking forward to another summer of memories with them.

I just totally chowed down on the leftover fajitas from TGIFriday’s last night, and I swear, I can smell the onions and peppers seeping out through my skin. It’s so bad that I want to not just rinse with mouthwash, but actually swallow it, so it might get rid of the horrors that have taken over my breath.
Yes, it’s that bad. But man, it was taaaaaaaasty!

How’s this for the most random spring-roll-down-the-windows-open-the-moonroof mix?

Train – Drops of Jupiter
Jesus & Mary Chain – Head On
Arrested Development – Mr. Wendell
Letters to Cleo – Cruel to Be Kind
City High – Caramel
JaRule – Put It On Me
Fun Loving Criminals – Scooby Snacks
Bob Dylan – Tangled Up in Blue
CSN – Teach Your Children Well
CSN – Wasted on the Way
Eddie from Ohio – But Anyway
Fastball – Out of My Head
Love and Rockets – So Alive
Len – Steal My Sunshine
Tonic – If You Could Only See
Matthew Sweet – Girlfriend
Sublime – What I Got
Seven Mary Three – Lucky
Nelly – Ride With Me

I heard a song the other day by a new band/collaboration with Matthew Sweet, and I can’t seem to find anything about it anywhere. Help??

Last night was the memorial service for Tha at work. I was amazed at the amount of kids, their eloquence, their pain, the way Tha had touched their lives — ways we had no idea. Kids we didn’t even realize had exchanged more than a hello with him were crying and telling stories. My favorite, which gave everyone a little laugh we all needed: “Yo Tha, don’t be kickin’ it to Aliyah up there.” That would be so Tha — and I think that’s why we all giggled.

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I won’t pretend to know
his favorite song, where he
went on Saturday nights, what
he meant to you. I won’t
pretend to know who he was
to his little boy, what he
said to you last week,
what of him you keep inside.
I won’t pretend to know why.
We waited in a cold gym,
on stone walls, to know,
wrote words, held hands,
wanted answers. And they came,
through whispers, down shadowed
streets, between the rain,
on a day that should have been
about daffodils, not death.
His heart, they whispered. Just gave out.
We don’t know anything more.
But I do know
this: his heart was strong
in all that mattered, gave
us more than we will ever
understand, more than would fill
the spaces between the raindrops
of a thousand storms, the emptiness
of a thousand friends, the finality
of a thousand goodbyes.
I won’t pretend to know why,
but I know this — my heart,
my world, is stronger for having known him.