Sunday, May 18, 2008

I'm Lost, Please Call

Savannah is taking full advantage of all nine lives. At the mature age of 15, the little Bengal that could has lived in Boston, San Francisco, and New York City; embarked on two cross-country roadtrips and visited the Grand Canyon; met and learned to live side-by-side with a very large dog; met and fell in love with a small circle of special humans; outlived her fluffy feline companion; played, ate the wrong things, got into endless trouble and meowed loudly 6,374,988,054 times.

Now Savannah can add "escaped the confines of house dwelling to try her hand at the seafaring life" to her list.

The first part of this story is one I haven't really shared here. We were so excited to bring Savannah home last summer, after finally getting settled in our NYC apartment and properly preparing to be cat parents again. Things started out really well -- as Savannah got acquainted with her new living quarters and learned to appreciate the western exposure. Knowing that a one-room, 596-square-foot space could be a challenge with my little one's vocal ways, we decided to have Savannah sleep in the bathroom/dressing room area each night so we too could get some shut-eye. As I said ... this all started out well enough.

Unfortunately, the situation quickly deteriorated as Savannah became more comfortable -- and more stir-crazy -- in her cramped Manhattan digs. We tried to be patient and turned to our usual bag of tricks, but after many sleepless nights, arguments, tears and one near-incident of the aforementioned vocal one making her way out on to our 11th floor window ledge... We decided that she, and we, would have to reverse the decision. Savannah went back to live with my mom in CT a few months later. We miss her tons but know it's the right thing for everyone. (Well almost everyone, you'll have to ask my mom her take.)

Which brings us to her latest adventure.

While Savannah had been relatively docile in her first 18 months in the country (while we traveled around the world and then settled ourselves in New York), when she returned for round two, apparently she was not so eager to follow the rules. My heart dropped when my mom called a few weeks ago to tell me that she had, in fact, disappeared. Was the seven-pound svelte stuck in a closet somewhere? Was she hurt or injured? Had she slipped out the back door unnoticed one day, venturing out into the early spring chill on her own?

After it was certain that she wasn't inside the house anywhere, I got really worried. Being that Savannah had never, ever been outside, the thought of it was upsetting. While others believed their gut instinct that the cat was tough and perhaps, super-felinely indestructible -- I was plagued by visions of her cowering from traffic, crying out for help, hungry and cold somewhere, alone. This went on for a week as my mom (and brother, and brother's girlfriend) valiantly posted signs and searched and called and looked everywhere in a three-block radius that a little cat could be.

The next call that came was not the one I feared but the one I'd hoped and prayed for: Savannah had been found!!!

She was found five blocks east, living in a neighbor's boat. Yes, a boat. Ahoy kitty! Parked in the neighbor's garage waiting for summer to kick in, this vessel apparently called to Savannah like a siren, luring her into its fiberglass hull for nearly seven full days. The family's teenage son found (or likely, heard) her and eventually used food to get her inside the house, where he read the "I'M LOST PLEASE CALL" tag my mom had wisely put around her neck many moons ago.

Mom rushed right over as soon as she hung up the phone, overjoyed that Connecticut had not been the demise of Savannah Krieger-Campbell after all. She's now back safe and sound with her cat tree to climb, a house to run around in, and a big black dog to contend with. I'm so glad.

The sea is no place for a Bengal, after all.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Reducing Coffee Break Abuses

My mom has a lot of books. One of them is The Manager's Factomatic (TM) Second Edition, which she eagerly proffered up when I came to visit this Mother's Day weekend. It was published in 1992, which didn't sound that long ago to me, but I guess I was wrong. Here are some of the topics covered in the Factomatic:

Reducing Coffee Break Abuses
Handling Dress Code Violations
Selecting the Right Day of the Week as Payday
How to Crack Down on Absences Due to Phony Illnesses
Reducing Employee Gambling Activity
How Japanese Management Techniques Counter Unions

And my favorite:

Curbing 900 Calling and Other Phone Abuses

Let me know if you need any additional info.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Getting Old

I was just watching SportsCenter and thought to myself how depressing it will be when its target demo is no longer the one that relates to a corny "cuckoo for cocoapuffs" reference (i.e. mine) and how, 10 years from now, we'll be watching SportsCenter and the hosts will make a corny reference to something about which we have no idea.

I guess that's what getting old might be like.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Big Mac, Filet-O-Fish, Quarter Pounder French Fries /

For some reason this ancient McDonalds jingle got stuck in my head last night as we dined for Bryan's birthday.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

I'm an Awesome EBayer!

I often have something relatively small and inconsequential to report here, but since I so rarely blog these days, I feel like I should be waiting for a moment of true consequence. As it turns out, moments of true consequence are hard to come by, and writing something long and profound takes more energy than I'm willing to commit. Thus, I will simply report the following:

I'm an awesome EBayer!

I didn't realize that you could be reviewed as just a buyer on eBay. Who knew? I feel so validated. I bought a salt and pepper shaker from "vintagemall" and received the following review:


It's gonna be a good 2008.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Where Did Howard Stern Lose His Virginity?

We launched a really cool interactive timeline on the site today for the upcoming "History of Howard Stern" special that has audio clips and photos (note the awesome one of Howard back in the day) and info on all the major events in Howard's early years.

Check it out here:

Sunday, November 04, 2007

5 Important Links

1) Vote for us on
2) An inscrutable top-TV-moments list
3) This makes the Kilimanjaro climb seem far more exciting than I did
4) I got another picture in Schmap
5) Why women can't win

That's all for the moment.

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Honey, Will You Step Through a Giant Pink Heart for Me?

I put up the rest of my photos from our mini-trip to Germany for Tim and Inka's wedding. And some videos, too. Especially of note is the array of wacky German wedding traditions we witnessed -- including the plate-throwing event at the rehearsal dinner (I thought only Greeks did that?) and the heart-cutting arts-and-crafts activity directly after the ceremony and then the log-sawing team competition that really showed the couple in question's endearing side.

I can't believe it's October 7.

Friday, September 28, 2007

And I've Never Even Gone to the Movies By Myself!

But my devotion to Bishop Allen found me dancing solo to "The Monitor" and "Busted Heart" Wednesday night at the Bowery Ballroom. Bryan was sick and rather than miss my fourth show in the last year, I decided to be a big girl and head out on my own. Of course, it was worth it, as my solitude somehow enabled bravura and I decided to go chat with Christian after the show. I mean, with such a small band, they need to know about their most dedicated fans, right?

Here's a pic of me and Christian and Heather three years ago.

I *heart* this band like no other: They're fun and sweet and full of joyful melancholy.

Take a listen here if you haven't already.

Friday, September 14, 2007

One Year Ago Today...

Bryan often play the "one year ago today" game, as in, "one year ago today, we were on our way up Mt. Kilimanjaro," or "one year ago today we were sleeping in bunk beds on a sheep farm in Slovenia," or "one year ago today I took a pass on snake wine shots in the Mekong Delta."

But not until this week have we be able to say we were in the same place in 2o06 as we are in 2007. Bryan and I arrived in Germany Thursday morning after an overnight flight from JFK, kicking off a four-night jaunt to attend the wedding of dear friends Tim and Inka. One year ago today, we were en route to Freiburg, Germany to stay with the Fitzgerald/Pawlitzkys for a week, where we drank big beers, lost horribly at trivia night, and shopped for furniture. It's funny that, almost precisely 12 months later, we've returned to this country for our first trip overseas since landing on US soil last October.

Here's us then:

And now.

Come October 30, "one year ago today" will be the same as it is today, and pretty much every day thereafter. That's kinda crazy.