For Aafrica: And the rest of you kitty addicts!

I was admonished by Aafrica fer not posting more kitty pics.
You SEE how bossy those addicts are?!
We're currently devising an intervention plan...*eyeballs Aafrica*...but for now, here's your daily kitty fix!


When wearing short sweaters, a feline must be careful to keep their legs properly together. Squeeze the knees, ladies!


Beware falling objects...and sleepy toddlers!


When confronted with evidence of destruction...feign huffy indignant pose.


If that doesn't work, camouflage yourself.


Embrace your fluffiness...no matter how much of it there is.


No. Not THAT fluffiness!


Go forth and enjoyeth your day...cuz that's all I got.

Grumble Grumble

Well crap! I'm bored.

I've stalked all yer guy's blogs today...TWICE! (ok maybe three times. I've lost count...)
*raises hand in the air* yep. That's me. Blog stalking Kat--stuck at work, bored bored bored outta her mind.

*sighs and fiddles with stuff on my desk*

LA LA LA this is me bored LA LA LAAAAAAA.

Somebody. Help. Me.

MiniWarrior~ism

Sunday evening I went to bed early, exhausted from the late night Pirate Wedding and then next day early morning work rising.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard my phone ring downstairs.

"Oh Gawd I'm so not answering that" I mumbled, drifting off again when I had a sudden thought that had me jerking up and slinging my legs over the bed.

MiniWarrior had started a new medication. (I had given a supply of it to MiniWarrior to give to his Step Mom when I dropped him off earlier that morning) They were probably calling wanting more details.

I stumbled downstairs and checked the caller ID. Yep. It was his Dad's number. The red eyeball indicating voicemail blinked at me. I dialed the number rubbing sleep from my eyes.

"Momma. I miss you." MiniWarriors voice said to me from Voicemail land. I felt my heartbeat catch then pinch with warring emotions: love and guilt.

I dialed his Dad's number and MiniWarrior answered.

"Hi Mom! I called 'cuz I missed you. You said I could call when I missed you!"

"Of course, Hun. I miss you too and love hearing your voice." I moved over to my chair and curled into it holding the phone close to my ear.

"How many hours has it been since I saw you?" MiniWarrior asked.

I eyed the clock. "15 hours. Wow. That's a long time, huh?"

Little boy sigh "Yeah, Mom. It sure is. I shoulda given you one more hug and kiss."

"That's okay. We'll give each other a hug and kiss on Wednesday when Momma picks you up."

"Yeah!" MiniWarrior said with a giggle. "I'll give you a great big Raspberry kiss!"

"I'm giving you one now!" Making kissing noises in the phone.

MiniWarrior giggled delighted at my silliness making kissing noises back at me.

*sigh*

These are the good times, Folks. The precious moments of life that fill the empty spaces with all that is warm and wonderful.

One Two Three Four: Multiple Kitty's We Adore!

Okay. Admit it.

The only reason you slink on over to this blog is to view the latest kitty picture, isn't it?

Hmm?

*peers at you and nods my head sagely*

Mmm hmm. That's what I thought.

*leans back in my chair and strokes my chin*

Sooo. Now that we've acknowledged that. What shall we do? Hmm?

What's that? Bring on the kitty pics?

Alright. Alright! Tsk. kitty addicts are soooo pushy!

*snort*

*****************************************************************************

Have Sweater. Must. Snuggle!


Look! It's the Ying and Yang of Kitties!


I'm just gonna rest my largeness upon this here cement thingie. Oof! Ahh.


Wazzat? You want more you say?


Tsk. Okay. One more...

Awwww.



Okay. That's it, Folks. I'm cutting you off.

*shoo's you*

Now go forth and enjoy your day!

Yarg! It Be A Pirate Wedding

Some friends of mine were married last evening under the shade of an Oak tree, garbed in Pirate regalia.

MiniWarrior and other miniPirates ran around stabbing at each other with their plastic swords behind the crowd of matrimonial witnesses while we listened to our friends dedicate their lives to each other.

In short simple words that I can best recall:
"I'm not a poet but I tell you this now, plain and true: From this day forward, your battles become mine and I will fight them with you no matter what they be... I love you and ask you to be my wife."

"I'm not a poet, but I tell you this now, plain and true: Your dreams and wishes become mine and I will work with you to make them come true... I love you and am honored to take you as my husband and be your wife."

It brought tears to my eyes, people. The purity, simplicity, the raw honesty--it touched me.

This is life at its best.

Argh. The Kat be mighty pleased.

What Then Is The Definition Of Survival?

Today is my adopted sister's birthday.
We spent 12 years sharing the same room and watched each other grow up.

I used to be proud of the fact that we survived our hellish childhood. These past two years have shown me that we haven't survived all that well.

I used to feel proud of the fact that I not only survived but succeeded; feeling amazed at that fact while watching my other siblings struggle in their adulthood.

Today I don't feel proud or successful. Today I feel...sad.

Round and Round With EWO We Go: Send Booze.

Crazy conversation with EWO this morning: Part 2

"Your brother bought me a DVD player.
I said 'what the heck am I going to do with a DVD player?
I don't know how to run that thing."

"It's easy, Mom. Have someone set it up for you in Mexico and show you how to start a movie on it with the right button." I added helpfully.

"Well what do I need with that thing?
I have my tapes and besides, I'd rather have those round things."

"Round things?"

"Yes, you know. The round things that plays stuff."

"CD's? That's pretty much the same thing as a DVD, Mom."

"No no no. Not a CD. The round thing."

"What round thing?"

"Oh come on. You know what I'm talking about. The ROUND thing."

What the...is she thinking reel to reel? Did she use to own one of them?

"Movie player?"

"NO! The. Round. Thing."

"Um..."

"The thing you put a needle on."

"Record player??"

"YES!"

thunks head on desk

"Mom, that's like two centuries ago technology, and they don't play movies!"

"Yes well, I like them."

Calling Border Control!

Dear Border Control,

You've let EWO ooze past your security gate and back into America.
She's been holed up here for 2 weeks visiting my brother and has harrassed called me every day.
Tomorrow she slithers goes back your way towards her lair home in your country.
Please keep closer tabs on her slither activity.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

HaphazardKat




Most memorable comment from EWO phone conversation today:

"Can you believe "girlchild" has a phone in her room?
What child of 9 yrs old has a phone in her room?
Oh look, her phone is missing.
I bet she's talking to her friends running up a phone bill for her parents.
She's so spoiled.
Oh wait...
I have her phone.
I'm using it to to talk to you!"

Happy Post-4th!

So, how was everyone's 4th of July? Hmm?

Mine was grand :) Got to watch the big fireworks with friends and the best part, I got to watch them with MiniWarrior this year as the 4th landed on the day he was at my house instead of his Dads.

Before the big fireworks display, MiniWarrior, his friend and his friends Mom and I, went to set off a few of our own. It was very windy and we were surrounded by beautiful condo's...so I put the kabosh on flying fireworks out of fear of setting them on fire! We had a good time sucking down smoke bomb smoke though. *sniff* ahhhh. Nothing beats the burn one feels way down deep in the lungs from inhaling firework smoke! *cough cough*

Friday night, MiniWarrior and I set off the remaining 6 Roman Candles, we had left over, in our backyard. I was afraid of setting things on fire, but too lazy to drive to the local park, so I came up with the grand idea of shooting them into our creek. Ever wonder how many things are invented because of laziness?!

We stood at the edge of our creek and held the Roman Candles, pointed downwards. I was amazed at how powerful they were! The little explosive balls shot out and whipped into the water, spun around then came flying back OUT of the water and exploded in the air. Holy Crap!

It was totally awesome!!

Some of the exploding balls burrowed into the sandy creek bed and exploded underwater. That ended up being ultra cool because bubbles would appear, float for awhile, then pop and wisps of smoke trickled out of them.

"Your a GENIUS, Mom!" MiniWarrior exclaimed as we stood watching the smoke bubbles sail across the creek.

Why, I believe the child is correct. *poofs out chest* I am indeed!

Memories

Remember Slip-N-Slide?

Remember soaping the strip of yellow Slip-N-Slide plastic, and your belly, then sssssssssssliding as fast as you could down the narrow runway?

Remember when grass burns on your belly and grit in your teeth meant a good ride?!

Good times, Folks.

Good times.

Happy 4th Of July!

Happy 4th of July, America

May your day be filled with love and laughter.

A salute and thank you to all our soldiers who are so far from home, fighting for our Country.

For a tear bringing, heart warming story, Click HERE

Book Goodness!

Let me breath to you a name, Folks.

Janet Evanovich

I had been scouring the used bookstores for a copy of her first book in her number series "One for the money" to no avail. She is so immensely popular that her books do not stay on the shelf!

Borders (bookstore) sent me a $5.00 rewards email notice (you get cash back for money spent at their store over an accumulated time span) so I hot footed it over and snapped up "One For The Money" and "Two For The Dough".

I noticed she's already on book 13 in the series so I have a few to catch up. YAY!
I wolfed down "One For The Money" and I am busy scarfing on "Two For The Dough"

She's a WONDERFUL writer. Hilarious. If you haven't read her, do yourself a favor and pick one of her books up! Start with the first one though. She has characters that apparently follow through her books and you'll lose something if you start in the middle.

The Kat Is Not Pleased

Now that Summer has arrived you bloggers have slacked off on blogging.

*lowers my reading glasses and peers out at you with a stern look*

This, my friends, is not acceptable.

I need bloggage! I have needs!

I don't care if all you have to blog about is that you're wearing your favorite pink undies today--
...actually...that's a bit disturbing and I'm not all that sure I wanna know that particular tidbit of information...
just, please, I'm begging you here....BLOG!

Don't make me fling myself on the blog floor.
It's not pretty.
Trust me.

p.s. Those of you that have been blogging. You all get gold stars and and extra 15 minutes of recess.

Brain. Fried. Send. Help.

Ugh.

After reviewing the (dismal) job market for my line of work, I've decided to upgrade my skills and have been cram studying.

My brain is officially fried.

My only hope is that I'm studying the correct things. There are so many options out there!

MiniWarrior~ism

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 :)

MiniWarrior~ism

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!

Wrongness!

My Mother sent me this...



Hello Jason.

wrong. so, so wrong.

MiniWarrior~ism

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.

Daily Snort

My coworker sent me this.



Too Damn Funny!!!!

**update**

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

MiniWarrior~ism

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!

*blink*

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.

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

Happy Daddy's Day!

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



MiniWarrior and his Daddy. A lifetime ago.

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.

Thought For The Day

Kat's RULE




Dog's kiss A$$



Hehehehehe

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!

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: Well...it 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.

Amusing Site

Click to Play!

Purrrrrrlicious!

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*

So...um...yeah! Go see this movie if you can catch it still in a theater by you!



*purrrr purrrr purrrrr*

(hint: click on Purrrr)

Changes

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.

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.
Huzzah!

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.

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......



Mrowr

3 More Days Of Freedom

We had a grand time at Sunriver. Thanks for all the well wishes!
MiniWarrior and a new friend found a dead snake and put it in his Mt Dew bottle.
He proudly displayed it for me and told me he was keeping it "forever and ever".
I told him it would look great on a shelf in his room at his Dad's house. He agreed.
Hehehehehe.

Three more days til I go back to work. It will be strange to be on a normal schedule again. I still tire out quickly but I think I'll be ok as my job is a sit down one.
Today I go in for a follow up Ex-Uterus appointment.

This Month has zipped by, Folks. Zipped!!

A Change Of Scenery

Tomorrow we are headed to Sunriver Resort for a few days.
It will be a refreshing change of scenery after spending almost a month in my house recuperating from my surgeries.



I'm not going to take my laptop so I won't be blogging until I return on Monday. I'm going to unplug and just enjoy relaxing with Miniwarrior and my Man.




Have a wonderful Memorial Weekend, Folks!

Deja Lame~o: Two Claws Down!

Lordy. I just watched a horrid movie. Deja Vu.
More like Deja Lame~o! Bleh.
Not even my friend Oxycodone can make this stinker bearable.
Avoid it at all costs.

Daily *Snort*

This is my life of late, Folks.



This. Is. My. Life.

Me--OW

I had throat surgery this morning and I'm laying back on my sofa nest 4 hours later.
Isn't medical science amazing now?
I'm still high from the anesthesia drugs and my throat is sore but I'm here!!

This should conclude the surgeries for awhile. Which is grand because I'm starting to feel a bit like a Thanksgiving Turkey that's gone under Grandpa's Electric Knife.
*snort*

Ohhhhhh Oxycodone you're my friend. La la la la la
Sing it with me now!
La la la la laaaaaa...

Must. End. Blog. Now. I'm flyingggggg. Weeeeeeee!

Itchy Twitchy: Halfway There

"Sometimes when I'm supposed to be quiet
And I'm trying to be perfectly still
The strangest feeling comes over me
It's kind of itchy, kind of twitchy..."

Here it is, Folks. Two weeks into my recovery. I took a month off of work so that puts me at the Halfway Mark today.
*sigh*
How time flies when one is laying around scritching at their belly scar.

I don't know how I feel about going back to work, knowing that my job is obsolete in November. How does one go on giving dedication to a place that is just keeping you around to fill in the gap til they dump you?

12 years I've been at this job, people. Twelve. Years.

It's going to be strange to leave. Strange to enter a new place with new people. I'll miss my coworkers. They are a great bunch of people. We've spent so much time together that we have our own language. I'm going to hate not being part of their lives anymore.

Meh. Forgive me. I'm feeling restless and melancholy this morning. WAY too much time on my hands to think.
And scritch at scars.

MiniWarrior~ism

MiniWarrior eyeballed me over his half eaten bagel as I trudged into the kitchen this morning.

MW: "Mom, you look tired."

Me: "Good morning, Son."

MW: "You look like a Zombie...why don't you drink some coffee."

...