Sara's photo again

Mom - This will just be up until I know I get my photo on the profile.

Love, Sara

Red Hot Chili Peppers!

This is just a quick entry, more to follow. Tuesday night I got decked out in my finest California Hippie Chick gear and ventured into Uptown to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Guys - not to be missed! They are awesome live. The crowd cracked me up, mostly under 30, all WHITE. Drinking lots of beer. Welcome to the South.

I'm also attaching a photo of little Timmy. He finally hit a growth spurt. He's as tall as his brother Sam, but he's still skinny & lanky.

If I could love all the hurt out of the world, I would gladly devote my life to selflessness. Since that is impossible, I will make strides every day in my conduct, and my choices, to make my world a better place. Never give up hope.

Sara Abrams
visit: www.CatsAndDogsofCharlotte.com

A Cat-tasrophe

Okay, dog lovers, you can stop reading. This is going to be all about cats. The tom cat (Tom) was back with a vengeance. He staked out the front porch and mercilessly teased Sam. And of course I'm feeding him and trying to get him to come to me. All the while he kept terrorizing my cats when they were outside. He chased little Timmy up a tree and I thought I'd never get him down. Luckily, Tim figured out how to make it down. The cats got over it but I was pretty traumatized by the whole episode.

Check out the photo of Timmy cuddling with Sam. It cracks me up. He grew so much over the past month. He used to be able to curl right up with Sam, but now he's falling off the cushion. And the good news is that he's becoming more of a human cuddler, so I'm a happy cat mommy.

My social life is finally picking up and I actually did it through human contact and not internet dating. I'm very proud of myself. Things aren't looking as bleak as they did a few weeks ago. And for some reason, 32 & 35 year olds like well preserved 50 year olds. A mystery to me, but I’m accepting all offers. (Not really, that was supposed to be a joke.)

Kisses to my new friend JR. Well I guess that's not such an oblique note to him, following right after the other paragraph. Oh well. I was trying to be discrete.

I am so hungry. My friend and I are trying not to eat after 7:30 pm. It sucks!!!! And I’m not really hungry. I’m just another overfed, self-indulgent American, sitting at home, blogging away.

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Never give up hope. Never.

Sara Abrams
visit: www.CatsAndDogsofCharlotte.com

Where to Begin?

New Year's weekend got off to a gloomy start as I sat by the phone waiting for invitations to New Years parties to pour in, until suddenly it dawned on me - I am the party! I quickly made hotel reservations in Charleston, SC and convinced my roommate that we needed to get out of town and discover some of our new surroundings. The three-hour drive whizzed by after we finally settled on one of the 100's of radio stations satellite radio has to offer. The hotel was under renovation, which would explain the decent hotel price on New Year's Eve, but the room was fine and the view was pretty good. That afternoon we went to Charleston proper and had a real seafood lunch right on the ocean. Gary ordered fried green tomatoes declaring that it was time that we experienced Southern cuisine. I wasn't very impressed, the tartness did nothing for my taste buds, but Gary liked them. Gary also had a dish with grits and crab cakes. By this time we were starting to drawl our words and say "y'all" to each other.

That evening we headed back to downtown in a shared taxi. Seems that everyone had the same idea of wanting to enjoy the evening and not get busted by the tough South Carolina cops for drunk driving. The weather had turned from rain to a warm, balmy breeze. I was entirely overdressed in my leather jacket. We had a lovely dinner at Sticky Fingers, carrying on our experiment in Southern cooking and then headed down the street to bar hop. Except we ended up at Wee Willys and danced our way into the New Year, never actually hopping anywhere else. By 1:00 pm we were both ready to head back to the hotel.

The next morning we checked out Folly Beach which made me think I was back in Manhattan Beach or Ventura, California. It made me somewhat nostalgic for California, but I did get a kick out of seeing the marshes and thinking in my head that I was in the middle of a Pat Conroy novel, low country and all. So that's it y'all. Hope your 2007 is fantastical and all your dreams come true.

If I could love all the hurt out of the world, I would gladly devote my life to selflessness. Since that is impossible, I will make strides every day in my conduct, and my choices, to make my world a better place. Never give up hope.

Sara Abrams
visit: www.CatsAndDogsofCharlotte.com