A Tail of Two Kittehs

Exhibit A: Freckles, the Queen Kitteh:

She loves that toy. She'll either bring the toy to me or come and meow/whine wherever I am and make me follow her to it. She's been this way as long as we can remember and I'm always impressed at how high she jumps, even though she's 6 years old! On the hardwood floors she likes to go in circles and have her legs skidding underneath her as she tries to get a grip.

And then we have exhibit B: Marshall.

The Fat Bastard. He pretty much demolishes his food whenever it's kept out and I can't make him play with the toy the way I can with Freckles. He usually puts in maybe 2 to 3 "jumps" (as in he raises up on his hind legs) before he chickens out. He does like to hide in waiting to pounce on it, but by then Freckles comes into the picture and plays with the toy... relegating him to the sideline... and probably back towards the food bowl.

Did I mention Freckles is the Queen cat?

I don't know why this was posted, I should have worked on describing my trip to the Art Museum or Big Boss Brewery. Maybe tomorrow.

-Shaloot

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Technical Difficulties...

If you're reading this blog using Firefox, then everything still looks... well, peachy. If you view this on Internet Explorer then it's a hot mess. Not sure why, but if anyone has any ideas let us know! No idea how it looks on Safari or Chrome...

Either way, it's back to the drawing board later tonight to see what the heck is going on...

-Shaloot

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Race For The Cure!

Saturday (13 June) I ran my first official 5k for the NC Triangle Susan G. Komen chapter's Race For the Cure.

This is a major life accomplishment here people. I mean first of all, I woke up BEFORE 10 a.m on a Saturday.

Then I went running.

Like outside. In the heat and stuff.

And I would brag more, except that when you get lapped by a cancer survivor, it kind of shuts you up. Not that that happened or anything. Purely theoretical.

Actually, we had a really great time. And by we, I mean, Jenni, my co-slave, err co-worker, and Somanna, my personal photographer /dishwasher / husband.

Here we are pre-race, fairly dry and not stinky, a subtle detail Somanna greatly appreciated.




They gave us real number bibs! Like real racers Pinocchio!!

This is the largest 5K in all of Nawth Cacklakcy, with over 25,000 people running throughout the morning's several races.

On your mark, Get Set, GO!


And we're off!




And Jenni's already lapping me....fabulous!

It was really an inspiring day. Here are some pictures Somanna snapped while I huffed and puffed my way through downtown Raleigh in 88 degree heat and that lovely Southern humidity.









(This one says " Big or Small, We Save Them All.")



Finally, the finish line was in sight!

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Not that I'm looking at the finish line in this picture. Look this occurred pre-10 a.m. Let's be thankful my limbs functioned. Asking them to coordinate with my head is a bit much.

Also, I love how the woman in black is tearing it up. And I am so decidedly, NOT.


Run Girl, Run! Don't worry about me, I'll make it! (I just wanted to boost her self esteem and let her feel like she really beat me. I'm a do-gooder like that.)


Hello Paparazzi!




Hurray! I made it in 34:39, not bad for a first time trotter.

Here's Jenni finishing strong with Santa Clause, I mean "noble anonymous citizen."




Her time was 38:00, a very good time considering I gave her a week's notice to prepare.

While I had prepared for the race portion of the day, I had not prepared for the more emotional elements of the day.

Every time a cancer survivor crossed the line, her name was announced over the PA system and how long she had been a survivor. Lots of folks wore "In memory of" and and "In Celebration Of" banners. I saw a little boy, maybe five years old who had written himself in that classic kid writing, "In celebration of my mommy." I lost it on that one.

Perhaps more shocking were how common the all pink t-shirts were denoting a cancer survivor. How young these women are. I only donated money to the cause this year. However next year I hope to raise money because it's such a good cause and because I know three special women who deserve my efforts.


And I have to run in under 30 minutes. I love goal setting!

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Under Construction

As you can see, we're under construction here at Peaches and Curry. Forgive the mess, but this is a crash course in website management for moi.

I'm failing miserably, in case you couldn't already tell.

Unfortunately, a social engagement requires that I a.) shower and b.) leave this mess for all to see on the interwebs. As if crushing my confidence wasn't enough, now the blogger Gods must humiliate me by exposing lack of know how for all to see.

I shall resume the noble fight tomorrow after consuming some much needed beverages.

Have a great Saturday!

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(No) Word Wednesday

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What Did He Say?

Thursday night, Somanna and I got wrapped up in a documentary on PBS entitled "The Natural History of The Chicken."

I promise, we really are in our twenties.

Here were our favorite lines from the documentary:

"Now one of 'em is gonna walk away alive. And the other is gonna walk away dead."
(In reference to cock fighting.)

And in reference to a chicken who lived despite having it's head cut off,

"I don't know why he kept on living. I don't know if he just had that will to live or if he was so dumb of an animal he didn't realize his head was cut off."

Priceless my friends, priceless.

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Caketastrophe

Hmmm.....Hoooo.......

errrr...I, no wait. Hmmm....Last weekend, we...no, that's lame.

errr...hmmm. *fingers tapping the keyboard*

Doo do de da dee.

Is that a Billy Mays infomercial on TV? Oh wait, FOCUS Beth. Focus!

Ssssiiiiggghhh.

I hope you sense the depths of my writer's block right now. And the tiredness that has temporarily settled in my bones because I am whipped. I think I might have overdone it here lately.

In fact, I know I overdid it because I bombed a cake. And I have never, EVER bombed a cake.

Fried chicken?

Check! Twice in fact. Boo Ya!!

Breaded eggplant Parmesan?

Roger that cap'n.

Cakes, brownies, cookies? NEVER.

In fact, I always smugly congratulated myself at how easily I took to baking because it calls for Martha Stewart's attention to detail married to Kung Fu Panda's precision. Lucky for me, I happen to be fluent in OCD and Karate Kid.

Baking proved easy.

But apparently not foolproof, because somehow I made a perfectly tasty cake that just fell apart faster than a Britney Spears meltdown.

They say the proof is in the pudding. Well ladies and gents, here's the proof in the cake.

It is arguably the ugliest, most mangled cake you've ever seen, but at least it tastes good. Oh well. Whaddayagonnado? I figure if Mother Nature makes mistakes (albinos, hermaphrodites.....snakes) then a mangled (but tasty!) cake counts for something!

Here's hoping I get my blogging and baking mojo back soon. Yall have a good Thursday.

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(No) Word Wednesday

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Music Video Thursday

Here are two of my favorite leading ladies.

Mmm, musical deliciousness. Sigh....




p.s. Real blog post coming this weekend. Promise. Cross my heart and all that jazz.

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