Motherhood

Well, Charlie has been home a week today and I could not be happier. Mom and Dad are just as in love with him as I am - calling me at work with reports on his activities, food intake, current spot in my closet, etc.  It's taken me a while to write because every time I try, rttttttttttt\\][[[[[==[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ cvvvvvv[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]v cccccccbhhc
that happens (he just pranced across the keyboard).

He is the cutest, stripey-est, most playful little guy ever! He doesn't even mind me covering him in kisses and singing my special song to him several times a day ("I looove you, I loooove you, I love you love you loooove you!").  Right now he's wrapped around my leg, chewing on my pajama pants. Some of his little quirks include
-purring in a questioning tone (prrrr?)
-scampering so fast he goes sideways
-ducking down in my shoe so only his ears and eyes show
-standing up so tall and straight he looks like a meerkat
-winking when I speak to him

He is a joy. The first few days he was here he would hide under my bed if I wasn't in the room. Then I'd come in and call for him, and he'd answer with a "mew!" and come scampering out. MELT. Oh, I even had my first real crazy cat lady episode the other night when I realized I had no food for him. Sans bra and makeup, I jumped into the car, zoomed up to A&P, threw a bunch of cat food cans in my basket, and checked out. Form an orderly queue, gents.

Looking at his mommy with love.

Ronaldina's Kitty Committee

KT & Ben invited me over to their LES love nest for dinner on Friday. Being the top-notch hosts that they are, I left stuffed with delicious bread, cheese, pasta, desserts, champagne and sauv b (what else?).  I also logged in a ton of QT with their cat Billie Jean, The Prettiest Kitty in All of New York City. She is soooo sweet and was curled up on my lap for ages, her pretty white lady paws tucked underneath, purring away. Heaven! Good thing my own furry baby will be coming home in five days, or else I probably would've tried to steal her.


See how anxious he is to get here?

mew i'm cute!

Hotness

Using Betty Draper as my inspiration to stop eating everything in sight, I took my first Bikram yoga class tonight. It was pretty intense and I was absolutely soaked in sweat by the end. What started off as light grey stretchy capris were practically black by the end. EWWW.  But I must say, it was a nice experience all around. Melly and I got to sit out on the studio's cute outdoor patio and chat before class, and the instructor was friendly and gave great direction. At the end the instructor told me I did a "great job". I bet she says that to all the girls.

Oh JJ, you're so perfect it's not fair.

Señor Cute

Today is Columbus Day and my company is cruelly open for biz, unlike all my clients. My phone has rang exactly once thus far (OMG it rang just as I typed that... so twice), so I must amuse myself by staring at pictures of my furry bambino. Here he is curled up on my lap, napping. Look at those ears and stripes. Insanely cute.

I get to take him home in about two weeks. Hate to wait any longer but eeeee he is worth it! Went to Petco at lunch but had to flee because the sight of those kitties in cages just breaks my heart into a million pieces. Just donate the money and run!!

On another note, I helped a blind girl find the uptown 1 train this morning. She was so grateful it killed me, but it really felt rewarding to be able to do something for someone else, even though it was minuscule. Once half my life isn't spent commuting I am definitely going to volunteer and do something to contribute to society, rather than pretending to hold the elevator and letting it shut on people's confused and angry faces.

Come Hungry, Leave Obese

Stina and I went to IHOP in Larchmont today. Rather than split a short stack like civilized human beings, this is what we ate:

-4 pumpkin pancakes
-4 cinnamon pancakes
-1 spinach & mushroom omelet
-home fries
-1 never-ending pot of coffee (approx 4 cups each)

I think our waiter was kind of shocked/grossed out at our empty plates. We had to roll ourselves out of there. BUT I did manage to get my car washed, go shopping with Mimzy, and FINALLY ordered my pictures from last year's trip to Italy.

OK, time to watch the Kardashians in their non-stop quest to alienate Scott (aka Gordon Gekko), feel "guilty" about it, and scheme to make him feel welcome again but not really. I wonder if watching all this mindless reality tv is why I couldn't figure out what the f was going on in The Prestige.

Somewhere, NY

After consuming three very generous glasses of sauvingnon blanc with S & L at China Grill last night, I dragged my tired and slightly hungover self around Hoboken, NJ today. The broker showed me and my darling mother seven apartments, three of which I liked but one of which was a short sale aka hot mess that banks don't want to touch.

It was a gorgeous day, sunny and in the 70s. Post apartment viewing, Mimzy and I had a delish outdoor brunch at Elysian Cafe. We saw the ridiculous line to get into Carlo's and even saw their delivery truck behind us on the Lincoln Tunnel. Delivering a Cake Boss cake perhaps?

All in all, I don't think Hobo is for me. Once I heard something about getting NJ license plates, I balked. Bonnie Blue is allergic to any plates that don't include The Empire State. And I know it's close to Manhattan and all, but I'm pretty sure N and Y are the only two letters I want after my address on my as-yet-to-be-ordered personalized stationery. So it's off to explore the sweet little towns of Westchester I go!

Regret

A few days ago, I indulged in a giant $4 piece of German chocolate cake from Irving Farm.  It only took me walking the perimeter of Gramercy Park to finish it, and it wasn't even that good. Ugh. But, I did learn an important lesson: pay attention to labels.  Had I known it was GCC and not GCB (brownie) I would never have gotten it. Well, maybe I would.

Anyway, this leads me to my main concern: I'm worried my new tres chic winter coat:

Pictured: not me

might be unbearably itchy.  Now, had I READ THE LABEL, I would have realized it was 100% wool!  But no, I was caught up in the buttons, belt, cut, etc.  I do love the way it looks, but if I wear a dress or skirt with tights (which I almost always do in cold weather),  my legs get sooo itchy.  The tags are off, so I have no choice but to keep it and scratch my way through the winter. Or wear pants.

This may not be such a problem when I don't have such a heinously long commute, which hopefully will be soon as I am going to look at apartments tomorrow. Yippie!

Anticipation

Of course my first post has to be about my kitten. It's all part of my transformation into the Crazy Cat Lady my mother is sure I am becoming. "Why don't you get a dog instead? You'll have to walk it and maybe meet a nice young man along the way!" Anyway, I'm getting a kitten and here he is -- Charlie!!

I make the same exact face when I wake up!

This was taken last weekend on my first visit with the little guy. He is that tiny! Too tiny, in fact, to leave his mommy right now, so I have to wait a few weeks to bring him home. In the meantime, I will stare at his picture and miss him a lot!!

Well, I must go watch this asshole try to rock a sari, and fail miserably.