Cat bowl update

Good word, could I worry about this more?

So, I just woke up and went to feed the cat. A significant part of the food in the bowl had been eaten (which would show that she COULD reach the food).

I add in this morning's food and that conniving animal sniffs around and then runs away again. Why are the other members of my household teaming up against me to make me paranoid????

In other cat news, Miss Marple has definitely destroyed the top half of one of my orchids trying to catch a pigeon that resides on the other side of our living room windows. I'd be more upset, but it is a living plant (so it will grow back in 6-9 months) and so far she hasn't ruined the one with a stem of buds.

In other, other cat news, I accidentally locked her in our bedroom ALL DAY on Monday while we were at work and, wouldn't you know, she totally behaved herself and didn't destroy, chew, pee on or attempt to eat anything. God Bless, Miss Marple.

So tonight Yankee BFF and I went shopping at Fishs Eddy. Friends and family, be warned: all your gifts will now come from this store.

I bought some super cute new bowls for Miss Marple's food and water.

Anyway, so cute, right? Except, now I'm obsessing over whether or not she can reach her food because of course the ONE TIME I want my "compulsive binge disordered eating overweight" cat to eat some food, she runs away.

We just found her chilling out in the shower and Nathan told me she went there to get water because she can't reach the water in her new bowls. He's so mean sometimes.

I'm off to watch The Hills and try and stop obsessing over the cat's food and water intake via the new bowls. Didn't I used to think deep thoughts? What happened?

Honest to Goodness Truth

We woke up REALLY early, went to a church where they didn't even mention Palm Sunday (um, what?) and then rushed back home to finish unpacking and take photos for you.

Unfortunately, our walls are apparently made of cement (no, I'm not kidding) and we can't hang up anything until we re-group, get better tools and a game plan. I just can't show off a naked house and this nest is far from feathered currently, so that's on hold.

Good word. Cement walls? Seriously?

I am typing this on our new, fancy, paid-for, secure internet connection that the nice Internet Man just hooked up. I've already unpacked 5 boxes this morning.

Also? There is a bagpipe rehearsal outside our window right now. No joking.

Cranky

That last post was unnecessarily cranky. Looking back after 11 hours of sleep, I can see that. Forgive me, please.

So, our best friends who just moved into a super swank new townhouse in Charleston posted a VIDEO tour of their new place. Today's project? Plan my much lamer PHOTO tour for you good people to put up soon.

Snapshot

I need to give you a snapshot of where Nathan and I are right now--mentally, because, seriously, if one more person comments on how we are not unpacked yet, things could get violent.

Look, we know you love us and want us to be unpacked. We want to be unpacked too. Seriously though we moved in on Sunday and have both had pretty stressful weeks.

Need proof?

1. Nathan wore a pair of pants to work today that had a ginormous hole in them. We were both too tired to notice. No, really--neither of us caught it. He realized it mid-day.

2. We haven't changed the toilet paper in our bathroom yet. There is still some nasty one-ply in there and anyone that knows me knows that I am a toilet paper snob. We've not been around /// too tired to care too much.

3. We still don't have keys to our mailbox--no time to check the mail.

So, dear family members and friends, PLEASE don't ask us if we're unpacked yet. We'll get back to on that. Don't make us cry. Thanks.

Now, all that said, I'm really not too cranky today. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm super excited to meet up with Laura in a few weeks, I'm super excited to make plans with all my friends in NYC who keep calling and emailing me and I'm super excited to eat homemade salsa for dinner. It's been good stress, not bad stress, but, you know, don't ask us about the boxes.

Thoughts on NYC

1. I love being Southern up here (at least at my job). They have all these fun perceptions of me and of my accent. Apparently, they really like the fact that I can speak to people firmly and kick them out of conference rooms, but the firmness is "tempered" by my accent. Hilarious.

2. I saw my first honest-to-goodness NYC rat this week. Good word--that thing was the size of Miss Marple (who is, in fact, a rather small cat--but, still!). The rat was in 42nd Street Station, which brings me to point number 3:

3. Oh my goodness, Sis-in-Law told me I would hate 42nd Street and I DO! I have totally reformatted the commute after one day of that craziness. Why so many ramps? I mean, at one point, you walk up 5 flights of stairs. Fine. I can do that. So why throw crazy ramps in the middle to totally wipe out on in heels? Why?

4. I sort of hate hopstop.com. I know that makes me all colors of a freak, but, here's the deal--HopStop gives you one option to get somewhere and it keeps being through 42nd Street. I mean, I guess it's a useful tool for tourists, but, seriously, the MTA trip Planner and Google Maps both give subway directions as well--with 3-4 options. Now that I love.

5. I get a little less lost every day. I still walk the wrong way for about a block a day, but I'm working on it. I've figured out where I live at least.

6. Well, we still haven't totally figured out what neighborhood we live in. It's too far north to be Washington Heights and it's too far south to be Inwood. We're thinking it is Fort Washington? Good word. What is it with me and moving to cities and not really knowing what neighborhood I live in?

7. Our neighborhood just keeps getting happier and happier. There are lots of strollers and children in our neighborhood. It's a good place to have babies--if you're Jewish.

8. Oh yes, living in Jewish neighborhoods is one of Rachel Ann's top tips for city living. You know why? The People don't form gangs. They rarely, if ever, shoot each other. You can get good bagels. There are families.

9. Just an FYI for all of you still confused, we live in Manhattan, NOT Brooklyn. The Brooklyn apartment fell through.

10. I am loving my job. Obvi, I can't tell you exactly what I do or where, but I will say that I read hundreds of resumes a day and I work in a segment of fashion. Whoohoo! The work is interesting and dynamic and all of my stereotypes about this type of environment have totally been fulfilled. I am so not fashionable, y'all. I told BFF that the other night and she laughed and said that was funny because I'm the most fashionable person she knows. Notsomuch. I shop at Gap. I own no pairs of Ferragamos or even, I think, knock-offs, I mean, inspired pieces. I need beaded jewelry and a few more ruffles apparently. This is what everyone in my office is wearing these days. So, good blog people, where do you buy your fashionable stuff on the (fairly) cheap? Apparently, I need to inject my wardrobe with a few key trendy pieces.

So that's the update from wherever it is we live on this fine Friday morning. I can hear Nathan shaving and Miss Marple is napping at the foot of the bed. Oh yes, I'm still in bed.

I hope to have pictures up this weekend. The real internet is set up tomorrow and I'll be unpacking all weekend long, so hopefully that all works out. Happy Friday, y'all!