An Arizona Cheesehead's Thoughts

We had a group of cat owners/servants gathered yesterday and the discussion turned to whether their cats were allowed in their bedrooms. Two didn't because of allergies, two did. Of course, I allow George in my bedroom. One of the reasons I got a cat in the first place was to have a snuggle buddy. The fact that she sometimes chooses to sleep on my feet and I choose not to move all night so she's not disturbed is my problem. Good morning! Now, pet me. When I wake up each morning, I just have to tap a few times on my chest and I get a purring furball laying on me and wanting to wake me up fully with kitty kisses while I scratch her ears. That's awesome. What's less awesome is when I don't really want to be awake but I get a purring furball patting me on the face so that I'll lift up the covers for her so she can curl up next to me and be petted. Because she demands the petting. But, there's one overriding reason I let her in to my bedroom. Because, b...

A group of us were at Aunt Chilada's yesterday for the CD release party for my friend, Sam Rainwater. It was an afternoon gig so, with the evening ahead of us, we decided to move the party to the Elk's Lodge. Our friend, Chris, had never been so I gave him directions. "Go right on the 51, left on Thunderbird, right on 32nd Street then it will be on your left." He said, "Can you tell me that in North, South, East and West?" I paused while I thought about a reply because 1) I'd just given him perfectly accurate directions and 2) I don't really think in cardinal directions. I just don't. He said, "Oh, that's right, you can't because you're a woman." I instantly rattled off, "Go North on the 51, West on Thunderbird, North on 32nd and you'll see it on the West side of the road and frack off!" Only, I didn't say frack and accompanied it all with an angry pointed finger. Beware the pointed finger! When...

I bought a Brazilian Blowout on DealChicken this week. (Yay for straight hair!) I called the number for the shop to schedule my appointment and got a voicemail saying I could leave a message or go online to schedule. Awesome! As social as I am in person, I am just the opposite on the phone. I would much rather get/send a text or an email. And, playing phone tag is the worst especially since I don't answer if I don't know the number and then end up with a voice mail that I "might" listen to in a week. So, I jumped online and googled the salon, Fancy That, and found the link to schedule. It was clearly a software scheduling service but it was great. The web pages looked professional and clean. The scheduling part was easy. You just picked the service you wanted then an optional stylist and the date. Up came a page with the price and the available times. One click and a name and phone number entered later and it was done! I was all set to ask a multitude of quest...