The Amazing Adventures of Josie and Seb

June 24, 2010

Dr Quinn Plays My Life – Episode 5

Filed under: conversations, dr quinn plays my life — Cate @ 6:38 pm

Trouble in paradise? Or…?


April 14, 2010

In which Joe does me a MAJOR solid…

Filed under: apartment, conversations, googly eyes — Cate @ 12:58 am

Let me set the scene for you: Night. I’m alone in the apartment, taking a shower. Joe and Seb are outside having an evening poop (Seb is, anyway). I hear a noise! A noise that couldn’t be Josie! It sounds human! Could someone be in the apartment?!?!?!

Enter Joe.

Me: (as door opens, cowering behind shower curtain) JOE?! JOE IS THAT YOU?!
Joe: It’s me. What’s up?
Me: I heard a noise. Like a whistle. Did you whistle?
Joe: Nope. Wasn’t me.
Me: (minor heart attack)
Me: (recovering) Will you check the apartment for intruders?
Joe: Absolutely!
Me: (huddled in one corner of the shower, shampoo bottle at the ready to squirt in a Bad Man’s eye or whomp him over the head)
Joe: (walking from room to room, turning lights on, checking hidey places)
Joe: All clear!
Me: (alive, thankful)

It’s possible that dear Joe was just choosing his battles wisely; not long before this conversation, I’d demonstrated that I had a case of the weepies and he probably wanted to ensure it didn’t go all the way to full-on hysterics.

It’s also possible – I would argue, more likely – that Joe is just an awesome guy who’s not afraid to peek into dark corners, both literal and figurative.

March 19, 2010

On Being 25 – and other things

Filed under: adventuring, conversations, pittsburghing — Cate @ 11:23 pm

So I’m officially 25 years old. As with all “milestone” birthdays, you sort of expect to have some kind of big revelation upon turning a year older even though, intellectually, you know that that expectation is pretty silly and you have years of experience in non-revelations so you know not to expect it, but that doesn’t keep you from kinda wanting it…and so on.

I guess I should say up front that there were no revelations, just a lot of reflecting about the last 25 years and the last year in particular. 24 was pretty hellish, but also pretty wonderful – the mix of good times and bad times that affirms you’re alive. All told, I’ve had a good year and a lot of happiness and even though broke and unemployed and wondering “what next?” is not necessarily where I wanted to be at 25, it could be so much worse.


The city’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration was last weekend – the parade and festivities and all that. My college roommate came into town for it and it was awesome to see her. We had some people over for breakfast and car bombs at our place and then went down to the parade. It rained, which was not super-fun, but I was hoarse on Sunday from yelling and cheering so much, so I guess that means my St. Patty’s was awesome.


A random photo of one of the animals being tortured for our amusement:

Seriously, guys? Seriously?


I have been reading like crazy lately, mostly trashy romance novels. It’s almost like a sickness or an addiction. I can read one in about a day, which might be why I love them so much. No commitment. No real effort. Just fluffy. Pure trashy, fluffy fluff. Candy for your brain. And who doesn’t like candy?


An actual conversation that Joe and I had recently:

Me (eating a muffin): Have you tried these muffins? They taste weird.

Joe (taking a bite): What’s weird about it? It’s a perfectly normal blueberry muffin.

Me: …They’re chocolate chip.

Joe: Oh. Weird.


Seb is a pretty tractable guy, but Josie refuses to be bothered.

Not interested, human. Beat it.

Oh, Josie.


Joe and Seb and I might be taking a trip to the Garden State soon. Or maybe just Seb and I. Or maybe just me. The details have yet to be worked out. Suffice to say, though, that I’m really looking forward to a change of scenery and seeing my family and seeing my friends.

I’m also really looking forward to getting some barn time. Lately I’ve been dreaming of horses three or four times a week. Withdrawal, perhaps? Probably.

Speaking of, I’ve been looking for someone in the Pittsburgh area that I can take driving lessons from (trying to fulfill a long-held ambition to drive a carriage!), but so far it’s been a lot of frustration and not a lot of success. But we’ll see. They have to be out there…


Two big birthdays this weekend: my momma is turning 50 (woot woot) and Joe’s gram is turning 65 (booooyah). I promised I’d help him remember. Birthdays are my speciality.

April is a big birthday month: Rocky, Josie, Seb and my Dad are all celebrating a new year.


Who has two thumbs and got flowers for her birthday?

This girl!


Beautiful, beautiful weather in the Steel City lately. A girl could get used to blue skies and sunshine – but I’m trying not to be too excited about the arrival of Spring. I’m sure that this is Pittsburgh’s idea of a sick joke and the blizzards will be returning any day now.


New episodes of “Doctor Quinn Plays My Life” are forthcoming, I promise.

February 2, 2010


Filed under: adventuring, conversations, triumph! — Cate @ 11:46 pm

I think I’m finally beginning to take hold of my Tetris addiction. My shoulder doesn’t feel sore when I play anymore. See, that’s totally proof that I’m not really addicted at all. I can quit at any time. But I choose not to. I play Tetris! Tetris doesn’t play me!

Joe, on the other hand, may be reaching the limits of his patience. Sooner or later he’s going to get mad enough to cut me off. I have visions of myself stomping around the apartment, ripping out chunks of my hair, breaking things, screaming, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY TETRIS I NEED MY TETRIS WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN TETRIS CAN YOU HEAR ME TETRIS TETRIS TETRIS TEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

I can’t tell you how many conversations we’ve had that go like this:

Joe asks a question or asks me to help him with something or makes a comment that I ought to respond to.

Me (playing Tetris): Uh huh. Ummm…yeah.

Joe: (sigh)

Me (ten minutes later): OK, what did you need?

Obviously, I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had that conversation because I’ve been too busy playing Tetris to pay attention to my poor, maligned boyfriend. Sometimes I’ll even answer him and then ten minutes later when I come out of my coma I’ll have to ask him what I said and amend it to something that makes actual sense. You know, Tetris never gets mad at me for ignoring it…

Anyway, to demonstrate that I am not yet a total waste of a human being, Joe and I ran errands last night and I barely played Tetris at all the whole evening. We mailed packages, we bought animal food, we had dinner, we went grocery shopping (and we really must be getting good at it because we spent about $100 less than I expected and got a TON of food!), we did our laundry.

I won’t disclose how long it’s been since we washed our clothes, linens, etc. Suffice to say it had been awhile. So there was plenty to do:

In case you can’t see, that’s two IKEA bags, one blue garbage bag, a mesh laundry bag and our laundry hamper, plus two very horrified/fascinated pets.

We took over the laundromat:

Why, yes, those are five industrial-sized washing machines filled with our things!

(I played some Tetris while we waited for the laundry to finish. Which is a perfectly reasonable thing to do! Don’t judge me!)

It sort of sucked at the time, but it was so nice to come home and sleep on clean sheets and put on clean pants today. Turns out, having clean laundry is pretty neat. Huh. I’ll have to remember that for next time…

December 22, 2009

Meatloaf Tuesday is kind of a big deal.

Filed under: conversations, food — Cate @ 5:48 pm

me:  are you excited for meaty loaf?!

Joe:  not as much as you, but yes.  I am.  I’ll kick its ass.
Joe:  but we dont have eggs
Joe:  is that a problem?
me:  wait
me:  i thought we had two?
Joe:  oh, ok.
Joe:  cool.
Joe:  thats right.
me:  i need them for cookies
me:  meatloaf will be fine
Joe:  do we have bread crumbs?
me:  oatmeal
Joe:  hmm, hybrid meatloaf explorations.
Joe:  yessssss

December 15, 2009

She’s just fluffy! JEEZ!

Filed under: conversations, pictures — Cate @ 12:44 am

My mom made a comment recently that Josie’s looking fat. I think that’s a load of bull, but it’s obviously affected poor miss Josie’s self-esteem. As so many of us do, she turned to Seb for comfort.

You don't think I'm fat, do you?

I really don't care to be involved in this debate.

You want to live? Answer me, fuzz head.

Seb: Um...well...I'd say / Josie: Hm. OK.

Whew. Dodged a bullet on that one!

For the record, Josie is not at all, not even a little bit, fat. She has a luxurious winter coat and she’s very muscular. So there!

November 24, 2009

In which my cat steals my boyfriend.

Me, to Joe, on LoveSac: Hey, precious…why don’t you move over a bit and let’s snuggle?

Joe: Let’s do!

(he moves over, we cuddle for .02 seconds)

(enter Josie, leaping with a MRAAAAAAAA onto Joe’s chest)

Joe: Well hi there, girly.

(he is a good human; he pets Josie)

Josie: Purrrrrrrrrrr

(I am forced to adjust so Joe’s arms are free to pet the kitty)

Me: Um…this is kind of…um…uncomfortable.

Josie: Purrrrrrrrrrr, purrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrr

(I teeter on the edge of the LoveSac; Josie is sprawling)

Me: Um…honey…babe…do you think you could…


Joe: Huh? What? Did you say something?

Me: I said, do you thi….


Joe, to Josie: Oh, what a good sweet little kitten…such a good, pwetty widdle kitty…

(kissy noises)

Me: Ah…well. I guess I’ll…I’m going to…go sit on the couch?

Josie: Purrrrrrrr. heh-heh. Purrrr.

And scene.

True story.

November 18, 2009

I have a serious, SERIOUS crush on this man.

Filed under: conversations, googly eyes — Cate @ 7:19 pm

Joe: michael buble is coming to pittsburgh on march 17
me: NO WAY
me: can we go joe? can we can we can we can we???
Joe: hell yeah we can!
me: yaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Joe: !!!!!

November 9, 2009

In which I take to bed for days.

Filed under: apartment, conversations, human training, pictures, sadface — Cate @ 5:45 pm

Thursday I left work early because I wasn’t feeling so hot. Luckily I came home to two considerate critters who just wanted to make sure I was comfortable and taken care of. (Joe wasn’t home, but when he did get home he had THREE LITERS of soup. Caretaker of the year, right there.) I didn’t do much of anything all weekend, except sleep and lay in the SickSac and watch movies. I didn’t have the energy for more than that. (That’s not true, I guess…I did put in a few hours on my thesis.)


La da da de daaaa...


Oh. Human. You're home. What gives?




Shove off, pooch. Hey, Human, how about a nice deep-organ massage?


What an ungrateful so-and-so...




I've chosen Joe as my human. Being sick makes you a lazy slave.

seb-chair you feel better now?


Actually...we both choose Joe.


Whatever. You all bore me.


And thus I was magically healed by love and pet dander.

The End.

The joy of having a common name…

Filed under: conversations, work — Cate @ 4:36 pm

…or, “I love my job and my job loves me.”

Me (on the phone): Hi Sally*, it’s Cate.
Sally (coworker): Uh…hi…Cate? Help me out. Who are you?

*Names have been changed. Except mine.

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