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Napping Face-Down in the Sun

Sunday nights get me down. The weekend is over and it is dark outside and I am kind of sad about it. How can I remedy this? Two things seem to help:

  1. Launder the bed linens. Lame? Maybe. But I am a huge fan of a soft fresh-scented set of clean sheets and blankets on my bed. It is a really simple thing, but seems to make Sunday night a little better, and starts the week off right.
  2. Organize the photos. If the weekend went well, there are usually many photos that tell that story. I am behind a couple days on uploading the happiness photos, and they really added up. Especially since it was above 50 degrees here for 2 days in a row.

I haven’t posted since last Thursday, so here is Friday:

Cauliflower obsession continues. This was my lunch from Tuscany. Delicious. I urge Jo to give Cauli a chance.

Cauliflower obsession continues. This was my lunch from Tuscany. Delicious. I urge Jo to give Cauli a chance.

Alex hosted another happy hour in the corner office. Fizzgig came, and brought pretzels to pass. He is clearly excited.

Alex hosted another happy hour in the corner office. Fizzgig came, and brought pretzels to pass. He is clearly excited.

Drea is enjoying a Snakebite, courtesy of Alex. I was randomly inspired to add a gradient to this photo.

Drea is enjoying a Snakebite, courtesy of Alex. I was inspired to add a gradient to this photo after watching the video posted below.

Happy hour continued with more coworker off campus. Blonde curls took over.

Happy hour continued with more coworkers off-site. Blonde curls were in abundance.

Black and white heels were also in abundance. These are also two seperate people.

Black and white heels were also in abundance. This photo is also of two separate people.

Saturday brought the sun. Porp laid in it of course.

Saturday brought the sun. Porp laid in it of course. Schween was no more than a foot to her right.

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I don't really want to talk about this.

I don't really want to talk about this.

Weird bush that now lives in the front yard instead of the backyard. Transplanted during construciton of the roofdeck garage I assume.

Weird bush that now lives in the front yard instead of the backyard. Transplanted during construciton of the roofdeck garage I assume.

One of the happiest things I have seen in months.

One of the happiest things I have seen in months.

Winnemac Park. This will be lush in a couple months. I didn't know it existed until today because I had never crossed the train tracks. Dumb.

Winnemac Park. This will be lush in a couple months. I didn't know it existed until today because I had never crossed the train tracks. Dumb.

Prarie things.

Prairie things.

More dead prarie stuff. I took pictures until our table was ready at Over Easy on Damen.

More dead prairie stuff. I took pictures until our table was ready at Over Easy on Damen.

Very popular. Not a lot of seating, so the wait was long. We didn't mind hanging out in the park across the street though.

Very popular. Not a lot of seating, so the wait was long. We didn't mind hanging out in the park across the street though.

Officially the best taters I have had for breakfast.

Officially the best taters I have had for breakfast.

I don't remember what he had, but I remember tasting it and being envious. And beans were involved. <3

I don't remember what he had, but I remember tasting it and being envious. And beans were involved. <3

Who doesn't love egg-bead curtains, tin ceilings, brick walls and crown molding?

Who doesn't love egg-bead curtains, tin ceilings, brick walls and crown molding?

If anyone understands this, please comment to tell me the signifigance of "NINE."

If anyone understands this, please comment to tell me the significance of "NINE."

After breakfast I decided to take a nap in the sun on the porch with the cats. Facedown. Woke up with nap face and the need for wine and flowers. Picked up some dried mango slices as well.

After breakfast I decided to take a nap in the sun on the porch with the cats. Face-down. Woke up with nap face and the need for wine and flowers. Picked up some dried mango slices as well.

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Meet Litiya. She is new. She likes eats jelly beans and wards off evil winter spirits.

Meet Lidia. She is new. She eats jelly beans and wards off evil winter spirits.

Now I am going to sleep in my freshly-cleaned sheets. Goodnight.

The Good Dog

Have you met our dog?

That is Justin's leg she is using as a pillow/bed.

That is Justin's leg she is using as a pillow/bed.

Porpus is such a good dog. She is very loyal, too. She will greet you at the door, bark when she wants to be let out, understands commands, and comes when she is called. Fetch is her favorite game. If you go to a different room, she will be at your heels. If you are relaxing on the couch, she will be at your side, or on your lap. If she is being naughty, she knows it and will cower. When you leave for the day, she will cry at the door. She is a good dog.

If you are more of a cat person, Schween is your lady. Here she is in the den/office. We call this Schween’s “office hours.”

Inspecing the underverse of the futon, then going beneath.

Inspecting the underverse of the futon, then going beneath.

Schween holds office hours from 9–7. She will break for lunch.

Schween holds office hours from 9–7. She will break for lunch.

She is a cat. What more can I say about that. We love her, too.

The spice cupboard that scared the crap out of you organized/anal folks is being organized! I just bought about 50 glass jars ranging from 1.5–12 ounces from this place. Woot! In the mean time, I have at least organized the cupboard in preparation for the jar arrival. The spices are now in alphabetical order and I have already saved myself 10 minutes of frantic cupboard searching when I need Cumin.

This is not the "after" shot. But I was taught in art school to show progress work. Here you go.

This is not the "after" shot. But I was taught in art school to show progress work. Here you go.

Happiness Catch-Up

I am about to leave my mom’s condo in Kalamazoo, when she opens up Megagood just to check for updates and reminds me I am behind. Well, yes, but I had clearly been visiting the family all weekend and there are no magical blog elves that posted in my absence. Elves are also notoriously bad at cropping photos.

Friday night began with wine at happy hour and then running to the Metra again. Why? This is an important lesson that needs learning. The happy hour had a cast of characters that was a mix of old-world and new-world, and I think I may have missed the majority of the good time from what facebook is telling me. And there is some kind of inside joke about 4-h camp that I am totally clueless about. Anyway, duty called and laundry and packing was to be done.

Justin and I rode the Amtrak to Kalamazoo and it arrived…early? This never ever happens. Amtrak shares tracks with freight lines, and that is just an awful system, so we generally anticipate some delay. We arrived in Kalamazoo with plenty of daylight left and time to grocery shop for the Sunday birthday dinner. I planned to make the Italian Sausage(fake for vegetarians) and Tortellini soup of course.

Saturday night, we headed over to my brother’s fabulous apt, which is the finest in Kalamazoo. Guaranteed. Better/more photos would have been captured if I’d known that rushing to dinner at the restaurant Mangia Mangia was totally pointless. We were starving upon arrival and then RAVENOUS upon being seated. The wait was grossly underestimated and the hostesses narrowly avoided being eaten. Yes, I’ve been reading a lot of vampire books. Yes, it seemed like a perfectly logical solution to the hunger.

“Mangia Mangia” is excellent fun to say, and slightly less fun as a restaurant. But besides the wait, it was a pretty good meal. The bottle of Malbec was possibly the highlight, and did wonders to calm our mood and boost the blood sugar. We were also introduced to the incredible Strandbeests at dinner via the ever amazing iPhone that Jordan proudly owns. No, I don’t have one yet. I am practicing patience.

Sunday was the birthday dinner for Jordan(23), Justin(28), and Grandpa Jim(87!). My uncle, Craig(28?), also has a birthday in February, but sadly, he is a plane ride away and couldn’t make it. It is clearly the popular month for male birthdays in my family. The meal was delicious, but spicy according to certain Hoosier taste buds. Sorry about that. I tried to tone it down. However, no one took any issue with the layered raspberry Boonzaaijer Bakery cake.

After dinner Grandma and Grandpa were trained on their first cell phone. Hopefully, at 87-years-old I will also be able to embrace new technology that might make my life better. I am a little worried about this, as I cannot properly use the remote to my TV. Let me please have patient grandchildren. Or a patient 85-year-old little brother who will still be hip. It is likely.

The view of Woods Lake from my Mom's place

The view of Woods Lake from my Mom's place

Jordan's baby and my niece, Lula. She has fine lynx ears.

Jordan's baby and my niece, Lula. She has fine lynx ears.

Weird pillow at Jordan's house.

Weird pillow at Jordan's house.

The instructions were to decorate it with "man colors." Really? Pastels? Delicious regardless.

The instructions were to decorate it with "man colors." Really? Pastels? Delicious regardless.

Don't be afraid!

Don't be afraid!

Spring centerpeice to celebrate that February is over. Yay March! Oh wait, March is full of hateful weather too. I forget that every year.

Fake Spring.

Did you click the Strandbeest link yet? Watch the videos.

Did you click the Strandbeest link yet? Watch the videos.

Three Worrisome Things

Look who is home!

Yayyyy.

Yayyyy.

The felines are pleased that he is back with us, safe and sound. This morning we had a conversation that went like this:

“Justin, I am worried about three things. Number one—”

Schween interrupts here and says “Meep”

Number two–”

“MRAP,” Schween says with a blink.

Number three–”

“Meeeeaah. Myam,” Schween adds from cooked-turkey position at the end of the bed.

So to summarize, Schween told Justin she’s worried about those three things and immediate action should be taken according to feline law. This is the first conversation he had upon entering the house. He has it pretty rough.

The felines however, do not have it rough. At all. I am reminded of this everytime I am in the hallway bathroom. There is a cute little dish of water sitting on the sink:

The finer things club for cats

The finer things club for cats

They drink from nothing else. People have asked many times why there’s a dish of water there. Why wouldn’t there be? Porpus will not have anything to do with it after Schween has sullied it. She sits up there and says “Prralllllao” until someone comes to freshen it for her. This happens anywhere from 2-5 times a day.

Speaking of useless and unsolicited information, I am in the bathroom a lot, too. Glad to know that? No? It is just an annoying side effect of drinking gallons of water everyday as I love to do. So while I’m in there, I like to admire my surroundings. I think the plants along the window and the little bird light and candle holder along the wall are my favorites.

Last but not least is the handwashing finale. If you haven’t tried Caldrea products, I highly recommend them. The  bottle of Ginger Pomelo cleaner I bought is going to last me for a few years. Smells amazing, saves money, and saves…Earth? Then there are the hand soaps and lotions. Nothing leaves your hands and bathroom smelling more amazing. The Basil Blue Sage is a man-friendly scent for a shared or guest bathroom. And I love the patterns on the labels as well. They are a small luxury worth every penny if you are in the bathroom half as much as I am.

Fancy stuff.

Fancy stuff.

The Day Off

There is a lot happening in this post, so if you are here for the pretty stuff…just scroll.

The Day Off:

Splendid! I did a extraordinary job of enjoying myself all day long. Even though it was cold, the sun was out in a crispy blue sky, which means my mood was at least 40% better than it would have been on a cloudy day.

I did get up early as planned. While the coffee was brewing, Peapod delivered my groceries at 6:20 am. I had spent a whole 5 minutes grocery shopping online the night before. You should try it if you live in Chicago. I will rave about it at length if you want to talk about it in person.

Before Justin left for school with his packed lunch (that would be lost on the Metra within the hour :( ) he read my post from last night as usual. No grammar/spelling mistakes were noted. So I am guessing it was just too early to spot them rather than the post actually being written properly.

I left the house at 9. Camera in tow. Parka as well. It wasn’t too bad out if you stayed on the sunny side of the street. As I enjoyed this sunny street thing, I quickly realized that nothing was going to open until 11. Most of the people I passed this morning before the shops were open were weirdos or dog walkers. Or both. I decided to cut over to the residential Richy McRicherson part of Andersonville and just wander around for awhile. It really is a fantastic place to live if you have the money to be there. A little nest of nice in the middle of a busy city. Most of the houses and yards are gorgeous, with the exception of the exceptionally bright blue one. I have included that for your viewing pleasure/confusion.

Cold/Red/Snot face was threatening to settle in, so I hopped back over to Clark and into the Taste of Heaven restaurant across from the Brown Elephant resale store. I ate the world’s best cherry scone as I waited. Please go eat it. No butter is needed. If you don’t like cherries, the woman who served it to me also recommended the blackberry. There are about 6 other flavors as well. If you are there after noon, eat the Jeanine cake. I actually would have eaten it this morning, but it wasn’t an option yet. Madness.

I sat at the sunny counter, eating my cherry scone companion and sipping a perfectly crafted latte. Watched the weirdos and dogs go by. When I started to spot normal neighborhood people and some children, I realized that the shops were now open.  I went from Brown Elephant, then to Brownstone Antiques, across to Women and Children’s Bookstore, and then Foursided and Marguerite gardens.

Curiosities were plenty, cats in store windows were adorable, and treasures were gathered. No one got mad at me for photographing anything, and the sun kept me warm. Flowers were bought along with a milk glass pedestal bowl, a flashcard with 6 rabbits on it, a tiny squirrel figurine (50 cents!), a bud vase, large quantities of potent catnip, a book about vampires (Ann Rice instead of Stephanie Meyer…it was 50 cents!), and a cute cosmetic canister with gold stars on it. The four hour wandering of my neighborhood was a happiness success. I think the highlight of the adventure was the sign on the piano at the Brown Elephant that begged the idiot public to have sense before banging on the keys. The creepy award for the trip goes to the weird part taxidermy horse that was on sale for $800 at the Brownstone Antique store. I didn’t get a good angle because I was rushing to get away from it. So nasty.

At home, the cats were eager to get drunk on the catnip I had brought them. Porpus really went at it. She rolled in the sun and nip for sometime, while Schween stole remnants from the sidelines. She then batted at her own shadow while Porp passed out in the background. I also wanted to hang out in the sun, so I sat in a warm spot—sans catnip—and read about vampires. The rest of the afternoon involved a sun nap, orange soda, Jeopardy and brownies.

Curry brownies! Made like regular brownies from scratch, but with the addition of coconut and curry. Based on my favorite chocolate from Vosges. They turned out really well, but I would make a few changes next time. I will type up the recipe when it is perfected.

The evening ended with italian sausage soup with tortellini. My favorite. Justin’s picture of happiness for the day I am sure. Soup coma followed the meal. Souuuuup. mmmmmllllllaah. Seriously.

Here are the 48 pictures of happiness narrowed down from a about 457328549. Favorites are enlarged. Woot!

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Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

PLEASE

PLEASE

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Drunk kitteh

Drunk kitteh

<3

<3

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Giant Cat Smothers Man

Friday night at the Boley house:

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Justin lived through that somehow. He has become immune to being smothered by felines through repeated exposures. He has developed impressive feline anti-bodies, and a talent for cat herding.

The night consisted of a sushi picnic on the couch. I am so glad we live 1056 feet from the nearest sushi take-out place. All the signage is charmingly misspelled, and the atmosphere is better for take-out than dine-in. But it satisfies Miso soup cravings, and that is all I really care about. Combined with the soy sauce that was consumed, our sodium levels surely have reached an all-time high.

Looks gross. Tastes great.

Looks gross. Tastes great.

I also realized that yesterday was Megagood’s two-month blog anniversary. It seems like a LOT longer than that, but I guess I do update this thing quite a bit. It has been unexpectedly rewarding, and I plan to keep it up. Thanks for reading…whoever you are. Porpus celebrated the occasion with a festive cupcake hat. I had to remind her that cupcakes are for eating. This rule should not be abused.

Take that off right now.

Take that off. Right now.

Indecision

To be a Boley cat is so tough. Life is full of dilemmas such as “Do I use my fat cheek or my double chin as a napping pillow?” and “Do I jump into your lap on the softest blanket in the world and be petted? Or not.” Schween is especially challenged with these not so tough decisions.

Sypathies are limited

Sympathies are limited

Idiot

Idiot

Wonderwall

I don’t have a cube at work. I have never worked in a cube. I am about to move into one in the near future.

What does this mean for me? No more window overlooking the Chicago river for one. My plan is to make the best of it and treat it like a tiny apartment that I would like to hang out in rather than hang myself in. This means immediately blocking out any overhead light. Filling the space with proper lighting. And covering up the blocks that build the cube with something. Can I build a roof? How many CB2, West elm, and Etsy packages is the mail room willing to deliver me at work? Can Porpus come?

Though I have to share my current office space, it is pretty much the size of my first Chicago apartment. We have a corner view and a door. And walls that go up to the ceiling! Sometimes there are meetings in there, which is the only major complaint for me. My roommates are spectacular and have no ogre habits or desk drumming skills to note. They have excellent taste in music, and are willing to entertain experimental lighting ideas. I will miss their daily company.

In my little corner of the room, I have my wall of happy. I enjoy it daily, and it is fun to look at while I wait for Illustrator to crash or the server to freak out and take 10 years to open a 2k image. Not sure if the whole wonderwall will travel with me to the future cube, but I will definitely be taking Deery Lou’s Champagne fantasy and the angry white kitty.

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The Good Life

What if your only responsibility during the work day was to find interesting places to take naps? Meet Schween Boley. Expert napper.

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Seriously?

Seriously?

Yep. What you can’t see in this photo is Porpus in the pedestal sink.

Forbidden Bath and Coffee Table Guts

Yesterday, I witnessed a freakin cute cat bath. Porpus was spooning Schween and giving her a fierce bathing.

For anyone that is still reading, you are clearly a cat person and realize the severe cuteness of this situation. For those of you preferring a blog about actual human grandchildren, sorry, please hold. The wait time is 3-5 years.

Most of the time, Porpus and Schween would have us believe that they are not good friends at all and will sleep on their respective sides of the bed in disgust of each others lameness. This is all for show. We have repeatedly found them squished together when they think no one is looking. Beneath the futon (“office hours”) is their favorite place for a secret nap. So when I saw the spoon bath, I was sure not to make a move, because any human sighting of this would rip the time-space kittehtinuem and earth would be null. Therefore my happiness photo could not be properly captured, at risk of our very existence. Below is a typical scene instead:

Schween and Porp ignoring each other in public

Schween and Porp ignoring each other in public

Schween looking clean from her bath

Schween looking clean from her bath

Ugh my camera is weird.

So today as I was sitting directly in front of my space heater on the living room floor, I noticed how our magazine shelf under the coffee table houses some pretty interesting items. I think they tell an accurate story of those who live here:

The guts of the table

The guts of the table

Life is a veritable smorgasbord. We have here several issues of The Economist living with Stuff on my Cat, a squirrel flashcard from Andersonville’s Foursided store, and I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris. I don’t feel the need to further explain this. I will say that it made me very happy to see these guys coexisting under the coffee table.