Wednesday, January 31, 2007


Last Saturday, the Sun finally flexed it's solar muscles and beamed down on us Washingtonians.

MiniWarrior begged me to go to the park. There was a biting Easterly wind, but I couldn't say "No" to his pleas, so we climbed in my truck and headed out.

MiniWarrior bouncing on the seat behind me, wiggling with happiness, made me smile.

MiniWarrior's happiness is infectious. His eyes sparkle, his mouth stretches wide in an adorable toothy grin, and he "hop hop flap flaps" with a bright energy that radiates around you.

We arrived and MiniWarrior, refusing his coat, raced off on his 9 year old legs towards the play equipment.

I spent an hour pacing the playground, huddled in my coat against the brisk winter wind. A few people were out running their dogs. One paused to show MiniWarrior how to fling a tennis ball to her German Shepard using one of those clawed ball throwers.

MiniWarrior concentrated, clamping his tongue between his teeth, and winged the ball thrower forward--the ball fell with a thud about a foot away.

The German Shepard dutifully picked the ball up and brought it back to MiniWarrior. The dogs owner patiently handed the ball thrower back to MiniWarrior and using her arms around his showed him how to fling it correctly.

MiniWarrior reared back, muscles quivering with concentrated effort, and FLUNG the ball forward. This time it soared across the playground field and the dog lady clapped and hugged MiniWarrior with congratulatory glee.

MiniWarrior flashed a happy grin at the dog lady, handed back the ball thrower and bowed to her, then raced off to play on the monkey bars.

Where had he learned to bow? Crazy kid. I laughed and continued my playground pacing.

The Sun started to sink lower in the sky and I called a halt to that days playground time. MiniWarrior, cheeks painted red from the wind, trotted happily back with me to the truck.

We clambered into the truck, shivering from cold. MiniWarrior's teeth chattered while we waited for the truck heater to belch out warm air.

"Mom" He said, his teeth chattering, "I'm so COLD!"

"I know, Son. You should have worn your coat!"

"Yeah, man. I'm so cold...I'm like a frozen Hans Solo!"

...frozen Hans Solo...

The kid slays me.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Daily Haroomph!

You know, I wish there was a way to keep a public blog yet remove some people's option to viewing it.

I keep my blog public because I enjoy meeting and conversing with new people. I love the community we've created in Blogland.

However, I absolutely despise it when I'm mocked by someone close to me for things I write in my blog.

You know that feeling you got when you were a kid and you discovered something you thought was really cool and wanted to try--and your family slapped you down for your attempts to dare to try and break out of the mold they wanted to keep you in?

I knew when I broke my silence and wrote about my diet and shared with Blogland my excitement about it and the changes it's been making in my life, that I would be mocked. I knew it, but it angers me to be boxed into a mold by people so I wrote it anyway.

The expected mockery occurred.

It transported me back to when I was a kid and excited about vocabulary words I had learned in school and my stupidity in sharing my excitement with my family at the dinner table.

It angered me then and it angers me now.

I don't understand people's need to mock other people's attempt to better themselves. And I don't understand the need to supress a persons excitement. To make them feel stupid for sharing their excitement with others.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Haphazardkat Update

I know, I know. I've been seriously slacking on the Blog front.
I think it's the "post holiday-nothing going on" blah's.

I find myself searching for blog ideas and other then the daily "clipped my toenails, brushed my teeth" routine--there is nothing much to write about lately--except...

I have been on this wonderful diet for the past 29 days. I've lost 20lbs and 6 inches from my waist. It's nothing short of miraculous to me!

It's simple, really. It's called the "Idiot Proof Diet". You eat 4 times a day, 2-3 hour intervals between eating, and you eat mainly fruits, veggies and some proteins.

The diet site has a diet generator that you click on and it spits out 11 days of 4 meals a day menu's. After 11 days you take 3 days off the diet to eat what you wish. It's not expensive, as most of your meals consist of one an Orange, a Salad, Spinach, Bacon or Scrambled eggs...

Without going into too much diet boring detail--let me just say--this WORKS. Google "Idiot Proof Diet" and it should bring you to the site. There is a cost to joining to download the handbook and to have access to the diet generator. Trust me, it's worth every penny.

Years ago I went to a doctor to discuss WHY I couldn't lose weight. I tried the Atkins, the Low Fat...Starvation...Over exercise...etc. I'd lose 10 lbs and then stop. For MONTHS. The doctor asked me to honestly tell her what I had eaten that day. I told her and she shook her head in puzzlement.

She did a thyroid test on me but it came up normal. She then tested my blood and I tested borderline Hypoglycemic. She told me I should be eating small meals every 2 hours to get my metabolism running again. I remember leaving her office feeling very discouraged. I couldn't possibly see how I could focus on eating Food every 2 hours.
It seemed overwhelming to me.

I had no idea what she meant by "Meals".

When I read the handbook for "Idiot Proof Diet" a light clicked. It followed the exact advice my doctor had given me but the difference told me what MEALS meant.

In a short 29 days my outlook has completely changed. I no longer focus on food. I no longer wonder "what shouldn't I eat today". It takes me 15 minutes to grab my food for the entire day and then I can mentally let go. Forget about it.

This past Thursday I emptied two large garbage bags of "Fat clothes" out of my closet and drove them to the charity bin. I stood outside that bin, and as I heard the bags hitting the bottom, I felt a huge weight (literally) fall off me.

You've all read testimonies of people who suddenly "got it". Who discovered the break through to losing weight. This diet, apparently, is my internal light bulb.

It figures that my light bulb would have the title "Idiot Proof" attached to it.


Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Snack Goodness!

Mentos now come SUGARFREE!

After 23 days of eating healthy crap--this news is GOLD, Baby! GOLD!!

Monday, January 22, 2007


MiniWarrior turned 9 this past week.

One moment he's mini-man and then in a blink he snuggles his stuffed cat and is my little boy again.

I was asked once, by someone very close to me, if I had the choice to make again on whether to adopt MiniWarrior or not...would I make the same choice?

My first instinct was to respond with "Yes! Of course!" But...I allowed myself to pause and look back on the past 9 years that MiniWarrior has been in my life.

I felt again the weight of him as his birth mother placed him in my arms when he was 2 days old. The overwhelming feeling of knowing I was a part of the most precious gift one could give to another human being; the absolute bravery of the act of placing your child into an other's arms for them to raise.

Laying on the floor on a mattress in his room listening to him breathe that first night in my house. Waking to the early morning light in his room and knowing my life had become connected to this 7lb being and I would never be the same again.

The busy baby year, little sleep, working full time, laughing as his personality developed. The agony of watching my perfect baby suddenly react to loud sounds and lights with twisted body rage.

The frustration of 3 years searching for answers to something supposedly only I could see as "wrong behavior". The first diagnosis of Autism from a kind and wonderful child psychologist.

The diagnosis of silent epilepsy...and the beginning of medication.

The stunned amazement after the first dose of medication of sitting on the bed with my (then husband) listening in wonderment to our son talk and talk and talk for the first time.

The sight of tears in MiniWarrior's Dad's eyes as he told me how he heard MiniWarrior singing in the backseat of his car as he drove him home from preschool.

The frustration of watching him struggle with school and life. Watching him struggle to keep his little action figure guys from falling as his body flapped and jerked in uncontrolled movement. Feeling my heart break when, after watching them fall for the 10th time, MiniWarrior sobbed and begged me to "fix him" because he didn't want to be Autistic anymore.

MiniWarrior's absolute love for people. His chocolate colored eyes sparkling with delight when a stranger responds kindly to his bazillion questions.

The single thought that has never once changed in the 9 years this little boy has been with me: "He is such an incredible kid".

Would I have changed the decision I made 9 years ago?

Not in this lifetime.

Or the next.

Or the next.

Daily *Snort*

This one cracks me the hell up!

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007


MiniSnowWarrior is mighty pleased that school has been cancelled for 2 days.

Judging from the 3 inches of snow still piled around our house, I'm guessing school will be cancelled tomorrow too.


Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Snowy Snow Snow

I am nested in my house today, keeping close to the crackling fire in my fireplace.
The rare occurance of snow in Washington is quickly becoming UN-rare!

Here's a snapshot of Old Man Winter frolicking in my back yard.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Daily *Snort*

I watched this on EBAUM yesterday...3 times! It so captures men and the crazy things they do. :D

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Sunday, January 14, 2007

No Mercy

I'm a big believer in the gift of mercy, however after reading the story of the man who abducted two boys, one whom he kept captive for 4 1/2 belief in mercy is shaken.

I look upon my MiniWarrior and my brain rears in reflex Mom pain away from even the thought of him being taken by someone and held captive.

To lose your child at 11 yrs of age and then regain him when he's 15 has got to be staggering to the mind. The tremendous joy and relief will soon pass, I think, for this family. Then the knowledge that this monster stole the last pieces of your childs boyhood from you, will remain.

To be robbed of watching your son grow into beginning manhood. The fading little boy things slipping into teenage years. My heart aches for this family.

I'm over joyed that he is home and alive. But, I'm horrified for their loss.

If there is any justice, someone in prison will remove that kidnapping monster from this world.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Today's Lesson

Monday, January 08, 2007


This does not please the Kat.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Daily *Snort*

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Daily Snort

How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?

1. Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?

2. Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.

3. Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!

4. Rottweiler: Make me.

5. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.

6. Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!

7. German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.

8. Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.

9. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!

10. Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.

11. Chihuahua : Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or "We don't need no stinking light bulb."

12. Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?

13. Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...

14. Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?

Cats do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is:

"How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?"

Happy 2007!

Here's to a brand new year and a fresh start!

I had a big bash at my house New Years Eve. Most excellent way to start out a new year spending it with close friends and my furry loved ones.

Good times. Good times.

I feel good about this new year. I have no new resolutions other then the ones I previously posted. I am just going to enjoy wringing the most fun I possibly can out of this new year.

Cheers, Folks!