geekent’s stuff’n things

According to my Milk and Cheese lunchbox:
“You can’t lose…”
…with booze!”

I woke up at 5:00 am this morning, weary and blurry eyed (I don’t see too well without contacts or glasses), to the cutest and the most upsetting scenes since we moved to Queen West.
On the cute side:
What woke me up was a strange tapping noise. Bailey the cat was sitting at the bedroom window (which looks onto the back patio) and, like a mirror into another dimention, there was a black cat of Bailey’s 8lb girth sitting on the other side, mimicing her motions. The black cat was tapping at the window with its claws, and Bailey would do the same. It was so sweet I *almost* wanted to get up and take a picture. I also wanted to wake Emma up and have her bear witness to the scene.
The Upsetting Side:
(Now, I don’t like to get too personal on my blog normally, but sometimes it’s just a convenient place to lay out what’s going on. I normally have personal journals for this, but I need a new one… I’m out of space.)
I rolled over to wake Emma up, but she wasn’t there. She was going out with her mother and sister to Mamma Mia last night, so I was aware that she wouldn’t be home until later. I was awake until one and was sure that the gals were doing Toronto proud. But I also went to bed with the expectation of waking up to her when, well, I woke up. But she wasn’t there.
So I panicked. What else could I do.
It took me a while to get back to sleep because I was thinking thinking thinking some horrible horrible thoughts (like they locked the doors of the theatre and she has to watch Mamma Mia for 16 hours straight *shudder*), as well as some highly improbable thoughts (like Rannie kidnapped her to be his love slave just in case he decides to switch sides). If you know me, you know I’m subject to mild paranoia. Mostly I just have an active imagination, which really upsets me sometimes.
But also, as I was thinking, I remembered roughly 23 hours earlier, when Emma was stepping out on her way to work, and she said something along the lines of “I won’t be home in the evening, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I just thought she was being cute… you know, tomorrow meaning Midnight or something.
Apparently not.
Now, I’m trying really really hard not to worry, but I get the worry gene from my mother. My stomach’s blurbling and eating is a real chore (mainly because we don’t have much to eat), and I don’t know whether it’s more right to just let her be, or to call the cell phone at this early hour and be the freaked out pathetic boyfriend.
I trust her, and yet I worry.
mrph.
I guess it’s just that I don’t know /why/ she’s gone overnight… I don’t know the reason behind it. I trust the fact that she knew enough to warn me ahead of time that she wouldn’t be here so I’m not as concerned as if she just didn’t come home… but still, that overactive imagination gets ya every time…

the note Emma made for my sister (who was apartment/cat/hamster sitting whilst we were in Thunder Bay):
taking care of the kids
Bailey the Cat:
- Bailey the cat has also been nicknamed “gak attack.” She tends to throw up… a lot… however it’s usually because she’s gotten nervous, upset or has been eating dustballs. She should be OK.
-Bailey’s food is to the left of the fridge. She may have as much as she wants. There’s no wet food and it’s unlikely she’ll even finish what’s there.
-Her litter is clean so there’s nothing to do on that front.
-N.B. Bailey is not allowed outside
-N.B.#2 Bailey has pretty much killed all my plants. Please keep them out of her (very long) reach.
Mina the hamster
(mee-nah)
-Mina is a simple little hamster. She runs, eats and sleeps.
-She does not puke.
-As far as I know she is in good health; but she is getting old. If you’re not sure if she’s still breathing, blow on her fur through the cage. She’ll jump and you’ll be reassured.
-Her food is in the ice cream container on top of the bookshelf. She may have as much as she wants. (But shouldn’t need any)
-Feel free to let her play in the ball (on Bailey’s poo-box). Hold the opening up to the side door, she’ll crawl in. Make sure the lid is on tight. No more than 45 minutes, then a water break of 15 mins.
PS there are no dead hamsters in the freezer
PPS Sometimes Mina gets the hiccups. It’s loud but harmless.

I’ve made it to 9:35 pm without buying anything, but on yahoo messenger with Liz and she just had to bring up potato chips….
Can I hold out…?

okay, this ain’t cooking, but more just a helpful tip:
instead of buying small containers of pre-mixed or “fruit-bottom” yogurt, why not just buy a plain or vanilla yogurt and add a dab of your favorite fruit jellies or jams…
more affordable, more tasty, more fun.
Just call me Martha.

After roughly 5 hours of “Changing Rooms”, the British precusor to “Trading Spaces”, I’ve officially gone mad.
It’s not quite as bad as those times when I watched extended hours of Sex and the City but alas, it is affecting my brain.
Thank god for the Daily Show pause, or I might have tossed meself out the big bay window.
Marathon tv show watching is way bad for your mental health.