Ronaldina The Economist

Last week I went to Stina's bf John's place for a few Thanksgiving Eve drinks. We all wore sweatpants and drank way too much wine and smoked cigars (don't ask). At some point we all swore we were going to buy stock in gold so we could cruise around the world or something. This is probably not going to happen, but it brings me to my new theory. I believe there's a direct correlation between New York weather and the stock market. Yes, this is NY-centric of me, but just keep it in mind and observe. 

As I type, both the Dow and Nasdaq are down 24 points. Weather: 52 degrees, real feel 49, raining, windy, miserable in general. Coincidence? Probably. But if not, I could have discovered the next economic trend. Weathernomics! I'm going to monitor this, so stay tuned...

Wrinkle Release

While attending our 10 year high school reunion (and after several glasses of wine), Jamie and I discussed the need for Wrinkle Release on various parts of our bodies, as well as on her shirt. I guess the idea of wrinkles stayed with me because 6am on Sunday I found myself not only watching Cindy Crawford's Meaningful Beauty infomercial, but WHIPPING OUT MY CREDIT CARD to order it!!! Am I a sucker or what. Like I can't just smear a melon all over my face on my own.  Also, I love reading things like "Cindy Crawford admits to getting her face injected a lot" post-payment. We shall see how it goes.

BTW, this morning Charlie continued to sit primly on my yoga mat while I writhed around, but only gnawed on my hands and feet slightly. See, he's learning already. What a good little boy! 

Meow Pose

I went to bed at a v reasonable hour last night, excited to detox the weekend's indulging out of my system with some morning yoga and a healthy breakfast. Both proved much harder than I thought thanks to one stripey little guy. During yoga, Charlie chewed on my feet, batted at my hair and planted himself smack in the middle of the mat so that half my body was on the floor. When I attempted to cook breakfast, he continually scampered up on the table when my back was turned, mewed to be petted, and ran figure eights around my legs whenever I moved. At one point I was holding him in one arm and stirring oatmeal with the other. I could probably train him if I didn't follow up my "No!" by picking him up and smothering him with kisses. But he's just too freaking cute!!


On the subject of Sir Charles (as when am I not?), I almost had to miss my 10 year high school reunion on Friday when I noticed my little guy's eye was swollen. Luckily it went down (with much TLC from moi), and I was able to go have countless glasses of wine with my favorite MRHS girls. It was sooo fun and so good to catch up with everyone.  When I checked on Charlie the next morning, he was sleeping with his paw covering the swollen eye, which broke my heart as I thought it must've still been swollen. But he was totally fine and back to being his silly self, as you can see from this morning. Yippie! 

Psychic Friends Hotline

Yesterday, during our stroll around my soon-to-be neighborhood, Stina told me about her visit with a psychic. I have always been skeptical about these people, but this lady sounds legit. In addition to telling Stina the date and place her bf will propose, she told her she sees a lot of change for her "blonde friend with a V name", including new home and job. I signed on my apt this morning and as for the other... well, I don't want to jinx anything so we shall see. But can you believe this woman?! I'm dying to go see her. Who's in?

Side note

If I hear "it is a fashion emergency and it needs an evacuation" one more time, I'm going to scream. Sorry Iman, not gonna be watching your new show.

Cute Overload

Last night, Cara and Ciaran met Sir Charles for the first time, and I'm happy to report they are just as in love with him as everyone else is. They came armed with a home-made toy of foil and string made by Cece!!! What a loving auntie she is.  Anyway, they slept over and in the middle of the night I crept over to check on them and what do I see but the two of them curled in towards each other and my fuzzy little guy in the middle, soaking up the cuddles.  OMG. I couldn't take a picture for fear of waking them, but take my word for it, it was beyond adorable.

Today, the cuteness will continue when Catherine brings over her own little ones, Emily and Johnny, to visit with the little guy. Emily is excited to play with Charlie, and I am excited to nibble on baby Johnny's cheeks!  This wholesomeness will all be undone next weekend when Cat, Jamie and I go to the Borgata for a girl's weekend of "fun".

Me and Catherine on another weekend
of fun in our college days ...
 apparently we were studying denim.