Friday, November 25, 2005

I am bad about the posting, but nothing new happened really...

Except that the weather is now FREEZING.
And then there was Thanksgiving, and now I have a story to tell. Get ready for this:
The Great Thanksgiving Disappearance
Mike the Cat is very pampered. He likes things to go predictably, with the food at 5 a.m. and 10 p.m. and the big giant bed for sleeping in between with an occasional good ear-scratching and run around the house with his pal Fluff.
Yesterday that was not what happened.
I am moving into a house with my boyfriend and his best friends (a married couple) because we are all trying to save money and all that, but I can't keep Mike due to many people's cat allergies.
He is going to my parents' house, so I thought I would make the end of December transition smoother by taking him with me there on Thanksgiving so he can get used to the dog and 6 other cats he will be sharing space with.
He HATE, HATE, HA-T-ED it. He spent the entire time hiding under the hutch in the family room and under the table in the kitchen. I couldn't even coax him out with turkey.
When it came time to leave, I had to forcibly pull him--swearing, hissing and clawing--from under the table and stuff him into the tote I brought him in. Not an easy feat when the tabby weighs 20 pounds.
We were exiting the porch. I had him on one arm and was holding a plate of holiday leftovers for my boyfriend who had to work, when he FREAKED out. Swearing up a storm, he jumped out of the tote and into the bushes in front of our porch. I couldn't find him. No one could. There were flashlights. There was canned catfood. There were younger brothers crawling under the bushes to find him. But Mike was gone.
A lone jingle ball rolled down the sidewalk with no brownie paw to bat after it.
I went home crying. and praying.
And then, MY BRILLIANT FATHER got a brilliant idea. At Mike's 10 p.m. feeding time, my dad set the turkey skeleton in its aromatic roasting pan on the porch and hid behind a pole. Within minutes the aroma had the attention of my erstwhile, yet never one to miss a meal, cat. He came to investigate and my dad captured him! Giant poof-out scaredy tail and all.
I love my dad. I love my cat (sometimes). The day was saved!!
Happy Thanksgiving!

and i thought, that's either a raccoon, or i've got him! said my father at

Friday, November 04, 2005


The Boyfriend is having a very annoying, yet predictable, 1 month "I have commitment issues" balking period. He didn't want to meet my fam yet and it triggered the whining in full force.
So, I'm playing along. Quite simply, it's easy to fix the problem. When he thought I wasn't interested, he liked me a WHOLE LOT, couldn't get enough of me. So, I'm backing away...slow, slow... and look at that, he's texting me during the O.C. (which, he should NOT do, by the way. I don't reply. it was the same way with Friends. DON"T BOTHER ME, I'M WATCHING MY SHOW. You'd think a man would understand that!)
He wants to make sure we're still going on our day-trip to see fall foliage next week. BWAH-HAHA!!! If he only knew!
You see, Kitty and Jackie on That '70's Show know how to handle a man, and I take note. They're all trainable to some degree.

honey, could you go to the drugstore and pick me up a vogue magazine? at

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

"Bludgeoned" is a good word...

Saw II-- I KNEW it wasn't going to be good. I didn't want to go at all, believe me. I didn't see the first one, on purpose, because it looked idiotic, and quite frankly, I don't get into movies that splash on the gore just for the sake of having a cool time with the special effects team. Any movie that men generally respond to with shouts of "That was totally awesome how his eye fell right out!" is generally not my cup of tea. Now, violence with a purpose doesn't bother me. If there is some thinking connected to the whole concept and plot line, I'll get into it. Seven, Fight Club and Pulp Fiction/ Kill Bill are some of my favorite movies. I even enjoyed Sin City for its artistic merit.
SAW II does NOT fit into that category. (I also discount it as legitimate since SOMEHOW it was able to release itself a matter of mere moments after its predecessor--how good could it really be?)
I saw it anyway, with my boy and his best friend. Spent most of the movie hiding my eyes on his shoulder,which he thought was hilarious.
I didn't. I wasn't upset, but it's a waste of money to pay to see a movie in a theatre that you really can't bring yourself to actually watch because it is so gross. Gratuitously gross. With a stupid, "forced twist" ending.
Anyway, when trying to explain this to the boys, they got fixated on the fact that I said I didn't enjoy the club-happy cast members, "bludgeoning each other with spiked clubs because they were too impatient to figure out a realistic solution to their problems."
Boyfriend: "Bludgeoning"? Who SAYS that? Most people say, "hit him in the head" or "clubbed him upside the head", not "bludgeoned him".
And I would submit that people who say "upside the head" are exactly the people who enjoy mindless bloodfests with crappy plotlines that make no effort to be coherent or remotely effective.
I think bludgeon is the technically accurate description of the action. Bludgeoning implies grey matter and blood splatter. It's graphic.

could be rethinking whether i like the guy afterall at