Bringer of the Gushy Food

Marley has no use for anyone, as cats tend to do. Unless it is 7:00 in the morning and he wants his gushy food. He awaits me at the top of the stairs, having heard me stirring around and getting up. As I come out of my room, the meowing begins. Insistent, demanding. Sometimes loud and strident, others, barely audible, rusty, baby kitten starving to death without the strength to create actual sound. He dogs my footsteps as I move around my kitchen, putting on the water for my coffee, taking my morning meds and vitamins, feeding the dog, getting Marley his crunchies.

Crunchies he doesn't want. In the morning, Marley is all about the gushy food. He gets a quarter of a can of Fancy Feast Classic in a seafood variety of some kind. He insists that all gushy food be seafood; he will eat chicken, beef, turkey cooked or raw but won't tolerate it in his gushy food. Picky little snot. Anyway, until I get that quarter can into a small ceramic dish, properly mushed and fluffed just so, served up on his windowsill, he doesn't back off. How many mornings have I almost killed myself tripping over his little orange ass as I stumble around the kitchen in my sleep induced haze? You would think that he would know better than to come within a mile of me before my first cup of coffee but the pull of the gushy food is too powerful and he is totally willing to risk bodily injury to nag me into feeding it to him even faster.

My head is bad, this morning. It's so nice to have a cold and a migraine at the same time, lemme tell ya. 

I remembered to move my hair appointment. This way I won't bring the plague in and infect everyone at the salon. I'm such an angel. I had to book for the seventeenth. I have roots-a-plenty now. My hair is going to look seriously jacked up by the middle of the month. *sigh* Oh well. That is what I get for having one of the most popular stylists in town. I get why she is in so high demand, she is good. And she respects how I feel about my hair. She never breathes a word of complaint about working with my masses of tresses, she never tries to pressure me into chopping my hair and she is happy to work with me as I grow it ever longer. And she doesn't charge me outrageous amounts of money. A roots touch up and tone is sixty-five bucks. Not bad for a higher end salon and the fact that my hair is thick and past my waist and needs precise attention to get just the right shade of blonde and not destroy the structural integrity of all of this hair. She is a treasure and it would be worth it at twice the price. My wallet is happy that it isn't that much, tho.

I wonder of those little fabric hoses are really as good as the commercials say they are? I should look up reviews and see what people are saying. They look good... And would be so handy to have around. I hate using the big, heavy hose we have, I'd love something lightweight and easy to handle.

It smells like pumpkin and spice in here, thanks to that candle. It must be strong for me to be able to smell it with my racked up beak.

Migrating

So my cold is migrating into my chest. No surprise there. Blech. I hope this one doesn't linger too long. At least I am only feeling moderately sick. I can still do housework (slowly) and so on so it isn't as if I am laid low. I will admit that I am milking this a little. Just a little tiny bit.

I have a hair appointment Friday, I need to remember to call tomorrow and move it to next Friday or Saturday, I don't think that dragging the plague into the salon would be a friendly or very welcome thing for me to do.

Want to know what really sucks about being sick? I don't feel like going out shopping and I have a little Christmas money burning a hole in my wallet and the sales are on, baby. I think I'll go wash my face, brush my choppers, braid my hair and go to bed. I'z tired.

Purple

I don't know how long I will be able to stand this template and colour scheme. I like it for the present.

I am groggy, thanks to the Advil PM I took last night to help me sleep. I have trouble sleeping when I am ill and it knocks me out but it also gives me weird dreams and I feel as if I am pushing through pea soup in the morning. Blech. But I need rest if I am going to get over this stupid cold, so...

The pets are taken care of for the morning, I am drinking copious amounts of coffee and trying to decide if I feel well enough to swatch, or not. I have a bit of a backlog of polishes I need to get swatched and photographed. I am thinking of monitizing my polish blog. I always thought that I would not, that it was a passion/hobby blog. I am not anti-PR or anything... I work with companies from time to time, tho I am choosy. I only work with those I know or feel to be reputable and of good quality. I won't whore myself out for samples. On the other hand, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if I could get in with more PR companies. It isn't that I am trolling for free stuff but purchasing the majority of my product is tough on the old pocketbook.

And that is where monitizing comes in. If I can make some money off of my blog from views and ad revenue I might have enough to help defray my expenses a bit. Buy more product, grow my collection and allow me to branch out a bit as I have been longing to do. Maybe I could even make enough to buy the new camera and some photography equipment I have been lusting after. I am not one of the "big dog" bloggers in the polish/beauty realm but my blog has a decent following, readership and pretty good numbers, overall. I also have a page ranking that is equal to some of the big dogs so maybe it would be worth a shot.I need to stop being such a chicken and stop thinking that I am not good enough and that I can't do it. That is a huge obstacle to me.

Shit. I just used up the last of my creamer. This will be the last cup of coffee until I can get to the store. I love coffee but I don't do it black. I like it somewhat sweet and very creamy. Probably why I adore cappuccinos and lattes so very, very much. LOL

Okay time to get on with my morning, such as it will be, today. Too much activity leave me feeling a little swirly in the noggin and makes me cough so I am not going to push myself.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

A new year, a new blog name, a new outlook.

I was too centered on weight. Weight. Weight in this blog. It was bordering on obsessive and it was utterly out of balance. Which is one reason, I feel that I went so gung ho then crashed and burned so hard.

It overwhelmed and chased me away. I have wanted to blog so many times but felt as I I couldn't... As if I had no right because I wasn't on track, wasn't losing, wasn't obsessed. I am not going there any more.

My watchword for 2013 is Balance. There is more to life than weight. And yes, it is something I will still talk about and I have to. I have to address it and I have to get back on track. But it is no longer going to be the sole focus of my life or this blog.

Just a quick abut the weight issue... In the last two years I have managed to gain about 60 pounds. I am not happy about it. I am pretty fucking mad at myself and I plan to turn this around. More on that, later.

I decided to change the name of my blog to reflect my new attitude of more balance. And because it is a fun name. I am a housewife. And I am madder than a hater so it seemed to be a good fit. I thought about starting a new blog, altogether and deleting this one but ya know what? I have put a lot of work into this one, it is part of me, it contains part of my history and looking back over it can serve a purpose to me so I am going to sojourn on as it is.

Onward.

Time for a new header and background. I keep Icy Nails mobile friendly and wide appeal friendly, a little more pro. This is my personal space, I am going to have some fun with it. :D 

Life is marching on... Sabryna, surprisingly enough is still with us. She is very old and has a tough time getting around but she can still walk around, she can go outside to do her doodies and she is eating well and, as long as she gets her daily Advil, doesn't seem to be in too much pain. We are just keeping her comfortable and happy and loving on her for as long as she is here. If she makes it to Spring, I'll be shocked. We're still in the condo... We can't move Sabryna, she wouldn't take well to a move, physically and her eyesight is so bad now that she would have a really hard time trying to adjust and find her way around.

Thanks to William I have the cold from Hell. He had it over Christmas and now it is my turn. Urgh! I am miserable and pissed to the gills! I hate being sick.

We took all of the Christmas decorations down, today. I felt like shit on a cracker and the last thing I felt like doing was un decorating the house but it didn't take too long and now that it is done, I'm glad that it is. The house looks so bare and empty and kind of sad. And it is echo-y in here. It feels like that for a day or two after all of the sparkly stuff comes down.

Okay I'm going shopping for a new background and header.