Saturday, June 30, 2007


I hunkered down with MiniWarrior beside our lawnmower this afternoon, and began teaching him the rudimentary's of lawnmower maintenance.

We checked the gas and oil. MiniWarrior clamped his tongue between his teeth and carefully poured some gas into the tank then, wiping the dipstick clean, he checked then added some oil. I felt a proud pang inside my Mom heart. He looked like a little man in a boy-warrior body.

I hung onto the side of the lawnmower and helped MiniWarrior steer and push the machine around the front yard. Several neighbors drove by and slowed to watch the process with smiles on their faces.

We finished cutting the lawn; I hooked up the leaf blower and he zoomed around the driveway blowing grass clippings and tree droppings away while I finished edging the lawn with the weed eater.

Afterwards, sitting on the front porch sipping lemonade, I told MiniWarrior how proud I was of him.

He grinned, thrust out his little chest proudly and said, "Ah yes, sniff the sweet smell of "MiniWarrior" being responsible!"

Sweet, indeed :)

Thursday, June 28, 2007


MW: Mom, did you know that some people live in houses made out of mud?

MW: ...and the house floors are made out of Cow poop!

Me: Cow poop?

MW: Yeah. Really, Mom. Cow poop. Isn't that sad?

Me: Yes, it is.

MW: We should buy those people a mobile home!

Monday, June 25, 2007


My Mother sent me this...

Hello Jason.

wrong. so, so wrong.

Saturday, June 23, 2007


Quote of the day:

MW: Mom, when you're mad you're hot.

ARGH! It Be Summer Vacation!

MiniWarrior and his mates have finished their school year. Summer vacation has begun.
God help us all.

MiniWarrior has pleaded with me to take him camping.
God help me.

MiniWarrior no longer sleeps in his bed. He has a tent set up in his room and has been living in that. It's slowly filling with toys. I hear *rattle* *crinkle* *crack* *clang* coming from within its walls when he moves in his sleep and dreams of the various adventures he is going to drag me into this Summer.

Send help.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Daily Snort

My coworker sent me this.

Too Damn Funny!!!!


OMG. You have GOT to go here and watch this Star Wars Spoof!!
Click HERE

Tuesday, June 19, 2007


I had the "girls have breasts" conversation with MiniWarrior the other day.

We were driving in my truck back to his Dad's house when he said:

MW: How come you're so HUSKY?

I was trying not to be insulted and struggling to find a "kind" answer when he reached over and poked me in the boob.

MW: LOOK how husky you are!


Me: Oh!... No. That's not being "husky". Those are breasts. Girls grow them.

MW: Huh? How come?

Me: Well. We grow them so we can feed babies. Haven't you seen your Stepmom feeding your baby brother?

MW: ...oh. Will I grow them?

Me: No. You'll grow muscles there.

MW: Yeah! Muscles! I rock!

Me: Indeed.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Ah've Been TAGGED!

*cue the Scarlett faint scene*

I've been tagged by Bob! So here goes, people.

A - Attached or single? Attached.

B - Best friend? Kira

C - Cake or pie? Boysenberry Pie! Mmmmm.

D - Drink of choice? Coffee with Hazelnut creamer

E - Essential item? Cellphone

F - Favorite color? Pink

G - Gummi bears or worms? Worms!

H - Hometown? Vancouver, Wa

I - Indulgence? Playing Diablo 2 or DungeonRunner

J – Jail, Been There? Only in Monopoly life :)

K - Kids? MiniWarrior and Guido-the-cat.

L - Life is incomplete without? MiniWarrior, Guido, Lord Voldemort and his dog.

M - Marriage Date - I've blocked it from my mind...

N - Number of siblings? 3 adopted. 3 birth.

O - Oranges or apples? Oranges

P - Phobia/fears? large spiders with hairy legs. Brrr!

Q - Favorite quote? Tyrants have not yet discovered any chains that can fetter the mind. (don't know who said it)

R - Reasons to smile? Snuggly hugs from people I love.

S - Season? Fall

T - Tag three. Loofa, Aafrica and Jadey!

U - Unknown fact about me? I used to be severely pigeon-toed.

V - Vegetarian or oppressor of animals? Oppressor of Animals. What's life without a good steak, hamburger or seafood platter????

W - Worst habit? Procrastination

X - X-rays or ultrasounds?? Neither, thank you very much!

Y - Can you Yoyo? I used to! Knew tricks like "around the world" and "walk the dog"

Z - Zodiac? Cancer

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Happy Daddy's Day!

I hope all of you Daddy's had a wonderful Daddy's day!

MiniWarrior and his Daddy. A lifetime ago.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Roll With It, Baby!

The second you are pushed from your Mothers womb the stop watch of life starts with the slap of a doctor’s hand on your naked ass.
“SLAP!” Tick… tick… tick… tick… tick.
It’s the beginning of rude awakenings; a preamble to what life will deal you throughout your lifespan.
In my early teens I watched a television interview of a 103 year old woman.
“What is the secret to your longevity?” The fresh faced reporter asked.
“You’ve got to roll with what life throws at you and keep moving.” The aged wise one answered.
Sage advice I took to heart and have spent the last 25 years following. Every time life’s hand has reached down and knocked me to the ground, I’ve rolled. Like a proverbial bowling ball: Rolling, rolling, rolling, right on down life’s lane.
Some people would say that it’s good that life smacks you from time to time so you keep moving instead of lying stagnant. While I agree with the principle idea of that, I can’t help but find those people annoying and secretly wish for them to be infested with a boiling pus filled case of poison ivy; and for that life smacking hand to develop a severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome.
I’m just saying.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Thought For The Day

Kat's RULE

Dog's kiss A$$


Monday, June 11, 2007

Salut! and Arrivederci

A group of us went to Iorior restaurant yesterday for an Italian cooking class.
We made:
Melanzane Parmigiano appetizers
gnocchi with wild greens and classic tomato sauce
Pork Shank Osso buco with roasted fennel and leek blossoms
and fried mascarpone polenta

It was a grand time of cooking, feasting and sharing multiple bottles of wine with good friends!

It was also a fitting way to celebrate the end of Soprano's. Although the finale show was disappointing, I salute the show that has brought me much entertainment while I was recuperating post surgery.

Arrivederci Tony, Crew and family. You'll be missed!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Mini Soprano's On The Playground

There was an "incident" on the playground at MiniWarrior's school on Friday.
I received a call from his teacher.

Teacher: Hey, I'm calling because there was an incident that happened today during recess.

Me: Oh Lord. What did MiniWarrior do?

Teacher: Oh no no. MiniWarrior didn't do anything. He's just fine.

Me: (phew!) So what happened?

Teacher: seems that two of his friends told him that they were going to kill his Dad, his Step Mom and his baby brother.

Me: What the....?!!

Teacher: I'm so sorry. MiniWarrior came in from recess and had told me that the boys were teasing him on the playground. I had to get the class settled so I told him I'd be right back to talk to him.
An Aide came and told me that MiniWarrior was VERY upset and was sobbing and trying to calm himself down on the calm down swing.

Me: Oh god...

Teacher: I went and talked to him and that's when he told me about what they boys had said. He was sobbing and saying he didn't want to lose his family...

Me: You know...this is a horrible time for this to happen to him. He's just lost his Grandma and Grandpa in the past couple of months and he's very afraid of losing anymore family members..

Teacher: I'm so sorry! I had no idea!

Me: Fricken bad timing...I can't believe this...

Teacher: Well both boys got Red Cards (which mean no recess for 3 days)...

Me: Who the heck says this kind of thing?!

Teacher: I know the boys, I feel they were probably just mimicking something they heard on T.V...

I swear, this is Karma payback for watching 5 seasons of Soprano's in a single month!
MiniWarrior was not home when I watched them...but I wonder...were the parents of the other boys watching the show when their boys were home?

As far as the two future crew members of Tony Soprano...we demanded that more be done then Red Cards. Their parents were called and they were pulled into the Principle's office for a conference with the parents. The principle wasn't giving me specifics but I believe they both were suspended for a day. Counselors are being made available for MiniWarrior for the next few school days...

The bright note in all of this?

I was not on the hit list.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Amusing Site

Click to Play!


I went to a budget theater last night and watched the movie, 300.
What a beautifully shot movie! It was like watching a moving painting...and don't get me started on the loin cloth clad, 6 pack ab men!

Mmmm...muscly sword wielding men...purrrrr...

*blink*! Go see this movie if you can catch it still in a theater by you!

*purrrr purrrr purrrrr*

(hint: click on Purrrr)

Tuesday, June 05, 2007


What was once spurned is now sought.
Is this what aging does?

All my life I spurned the path of the masses.
I was the lone pink Pansy in a field of orange Posies.

Now I look upon the well worn spurned path and look back on the rocky one I've been tromping on and find myself asking, "Why do I always choose the most difficult path?"

The answer, I believe, is two-fold.

1. I am a natural rebel. It's a knee jerk reaction to say YING when others say YANG.

2. I stopped believing in happy endings so I compromise to try and glean bits of happiness along the way.

Family things have occurred this week that have me re-evaluating the path I've been stumbling on with my life.

When I lost my Father, five years ago, I was hit with the knowledge that life passes in blinding speed. That you can spend your whole life living in fear of "what ifs" that only serve to rob you of joy you could be living with in the present.

This past week I have been made aware once again on how quickly life moves. How quickly things can change and how fast people we love can be lost to us.

It has become unbearable to me to continue as I have. Always choosing the most difficult path. Always compromising and trying to convince myself that tiny pieces of happiness that come from compromise is enough.

I've compromised my whole life because I never expected nor demanded more and I'm tired of it, Folks. Exhausted, fed up, dog worn beat.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Random Blogness: Yada Yada Yada

I mowed my front lawn last night after work.
I had received the OK from my Doctor for this activity as long as I didn't push things too hard. I gotta tell you, it felt so good to be healthy again!
My body is healing quickly now. Energy is returning.

On another note: MiniWarrior is hitting pre-teen stage. *sigh* He is at the glorious age of 9 and letting me know he's not a "baby" anymore by daily eye rolling in my direction followed by "paleaseeee" and "whateverrrr" conversations.
I'm no longer the "hero Mom"...I'm now the "obnoxious enforcer of rules and ruin~er of fun~ness"

Good times, Folks. Good. Times.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

New Era Dawning

I've been given the thumbs up from my Doctor to rejoin the rat race of life.
I'm fortunate in that I'm a quick healer.
I'm also fortunate that I am loved and was taken very good care of during my healing time.

So, now my future stretches before me. Shadowy. A bit ominous. I find myself sitting often lately staring at nothing in particular, reaching inside myself to try and align my thoughts.

I find that the young me is still there. The one who loved adventure. Who embraced change with enthusiasm and looked upon it with excitement.

My young voice is almost drowned out by my older one though. I feel the weight of responsibility. Of what change will mean for Miniwarrior and I.

I've started over so many times that I tire of that line in the sand. I know life is a journey but one would think I'd be past the starting line by now. I feel like I've been running in place.

I need to download the Rocky theme song into my i-pod and drown out this older tired voice that is dampening my younger enthusiastic one.

Risin up
back on the street
did my time took my chances
went the distance now I'm back on my feet
just a Kat and her will to survive
so many times
it happens too fast
you trade your passion for glory
don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
you must fight just to keep them alive

It's the eye of the tiger
its the cream of the fight
risin up to the challenge of our rivals
and the last known survivor stalks her prey in the night
and she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

Face to face
out in the heat
hanging tough
stayin hungry
the stack the odds still we take to the street
for the kill with the skill to survive...

It's the eye of the tiger
its the cream of the fight
risin up to the challenge of our rivals
and the last known survivor stalks her prey in the night
and she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

Risin up
straight to the top
had the guts got the glory
went the distance now I'm not gonna stop
just a Kat and her will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger
its the cream of the fight
risin up to the challenge of our rivals
and the last known survivor stalks her prey in the night
and she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger......
The eye of the tiger......
The eye of the tiger......