November is National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) as well as National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo.)
NaBloPoMo Goal: write one blog post every day for the entire Month of November.
NaNoWriMo Goal: write 10,000 words of a novel during the month of November. (Or in my case, 10,000 words of a non-fiction book.)
Are you ready? I am!!!
In honor of Halloween (and the fact that my husband has been watching every horror movie he can find) here is a list of things that terrify me:
1) Spiders! These eight-legged arachnids never fail to make me scream, jump and run out of the room. Thankfully unlike my last apartment that was constantly invaded by giant wolf spiders year-round, I’ve seen exactly three in my current home. And they were all eaten by cats moments after showing themselves.
2) Insects. Some get to live, like ladybugs and lightning bugs, but all others must die. Again, this is where my bug-killing commando cats come in.
3) Most dolls. When I was a kid, I shut all of my dolls (except for my Barbies) in the closet at night. Especially those fancy ones whose eyes opened and closed. Stuffed animals never bothered me, but I was afraid the dolls would wake up in the middle of night out for blood. To this day dolls creep me out. Along with those religious statues that my mom has. But that’s a subject for another day.
4) Clowns. Thank you Garfield Heights Middle School for showing “Killer Clowns from Outer Space” to a bunch of ten-year-olds. I wasn’t afraid of them until then.
5) Well, I guess there isn’t a number 5 since I got over my fear of elevators when I started college. And some really really high heights bother me, but not to the point of cowering in fear. Speech class bothered me, but that’s more stage freight than a spine-tingling hide-in-a-closet fear. It’s just the silly little things that keep me up at night (sometimes!)
It’s been exactly a week that I’ve been full-time freelance, and I just completed my most productive day yet. I’m FINALLY organized, and have a nice list of assignments to complete. One of them involves something new that I’m working on for my Examiner column: something I’m tentatively calling “The Great Burger Experiment.” I’m going to eat at (almost) every local restaurant that specializes in hamburgers. My first was Five Guys Burgers and Fries, which I ate at last Friday. My review will be up in a few days.
Other than that, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month, which takes place in November. Rather than writing a novel, I’m breaking the rules a bit and hoping to finally get some work done on a non-fiction book that I’ve been pondering. The subject is Gettysburg, and that’s all I’m saying on that, until I manage to at least complete the outline!
I know I promised that I wouldn’t write any more about my kittens, so I’ll keep this short and quick: Osirus wound up getting stuck under the fridge yesterday. It took Josh and one of his friends to pull her out. Poor cat. She’s fine, but I was a bit shaken up.
‘Til next time…
Local Iron Chef, Michael Symon, has a new tv show on the Food Network called Food Feuds.
Photo courtesy of the Food Network. Used with permission.
Thanks to my local Restaurants column for Examiner.com, I was given the chance to interview him the other day. Not only did the interview go smoothly, but he was really nice! My article on the show can be found here.
(And I will definitely be eating at and reviewing the places featured on the show.)
Two milestones were reached yesterday: my kittens turned 5 weeks old, and I bought them their first collars.
My adult cats don’t wear them (in fact, when Hercules outgrew his collar and I removed it once and for all, he proceeded to take out his frustration on it and ripped it to pieces.) The kittens have to wear them though: the bells will help us keep track of them!
It’s amazing how quickly they’ve grown. At five weeks old they’re ALL over the place: trying to climb the coffee table, attacking the other cats’ tails, chasing toy mice. They run like water bugs, zigzagging all over the floor.
The funniest thing happened yesterday, though. I put extra bells on Osirus’ collar (we call her Trouble for a reason) and the additional weight was too much for her; she flopped over onto her side like a dead fish. Then got one of her front legs stuck in the collar trying to bat at it. She’s a funny little cat.
Horus, on the other hand, is calm in comparison. He likes to chew on Josh’s shoes and attempt to scale the side of the couch. He’s happy just hanging out.
My other cats, with the exception of Abby, have no problems with the kittens. They’re more than happy to have extra playmates to chase and try to pounce on.
Okay. No more kitten stories. I promise that my next post will be cat-free. There’s been a lot going on besides them anyway!