Who belongs to whom?

Whenever I go to give my cat a treat, she runs over and rubs up against my leg before she sits and waits for her goody. I like to think this is her way of saying, "Thank you!" but in reality, I know it's her way of saying, "Yes, good job, servant. You WILL give me a treat. I'd like a salmon-flavoured one, post-haste."


And in the interest of blogging about something other than my cat, here's a picture of my nephew, Nathan. It was taken a few weeks after his first birthday, so by this time he was well versed in the world of cupcakes.


Really, I just saw the photo while I was searching for photos of my cat to post. Hmmm. Lame? Well, in my defence, I see my cat a lot more often than I see my nephew(s).

In other news, just because I like seeing my name is print, check this out. This time my name is in BIG, BOLD LETTERS. Holy shit. Someone might actually be reading this stuff. In fact, I know people are reading this stuff. I heard yesterday that one of my profs is using a J-source article that I wrote last year as required reading for one of his classes. That's pretty damn cool.

Now if only Anand can get his new TV pilot written and off the ground (which stars me as an out of work journalist who starts a PI agency) within the next few months, I'll have pretty much accomplished all of my life's goals before I turn 23. Well, save for having my own Wikipedia page. I guess I can't be too greedy. That can wait until I'm 24.

Extreme Makeover: Apartment Edition

After four very, very, very long months, I am finally free of the suburban shackles (otherwise known as my parents' house in Burlington) and am back in the city. I would be very excited if not for the construction that is polluting the airwaves and the airshow noise that is accompanying it, as well as the giant mess that was left in my apartment from months of not dusting and the new-found knowledge that a neighbourhood very close to my own is now the city's most violent corridor.

But alas, it is good to be home. It's also nice to finally have a proper home for my projects. I finally finished sewing some new curtains for my bedroom. And while, yes, it would have been easier and probably cheaper to buy them at Ikea and yes, there are many other things I could have done with the seven hours it took to make them and yes, the stitches are crooked and they are uneven, I am still very pleased with the result.



My cat likes to sneak into photos.



Notice the freshly painted walls. My poor camera skills make it look a little washed out, but in reality it's quite lovely. My stepdad did a great job. I think it'll look a lot nicer, too, once I get some art back up on the walls. I have a really great idea for the space above the bed, but I'll save that for a future blog post.



And a couple before pictures:



You'll notice that previously I had nailed some blankets to the walls instead of putting up curtains. Granted, the new ones don't block the sunlight as nicely as the comforters (my bedroom, which faces east, was like a bear cave).



And an earlier sewing project: new throw pillows for my couch! Like the curtains, they're not perfect, but I'm pretty proud of them nonetheless. To be honest, I'm proud just to have finally learned how to use my sewing machine.





And finally, my new knitting project. As if the last afghan wasn't a big enough task, I have decided to make another afghan. My goal is to have it finished by the first snowfall. I started it a month ago. I think I'm about halfway done, but with school starting next week and my new job (I'm the new Students' Lounge Editor at J-Source.ca), I can't imagine I'll be able to dedicate as much time to it as I did during my unemployment days.