sick.

Omigod. I hate being sick. I hate coughing and sneezing, having a runny nose and spacing out for no good reason. It's mid-day on Sunday and thanks to the motherloving writers strike, my DVR queue is exhausted of anything remotely interesting to watch. Why oh why did I decide to clear out all those old episodes of Dirty Sexy Money and Big Shots?!? They would have been prime sickbed viewing material! Instead, here I sit watching Jason watch the Seahawks game. It's the fourth quarter and the Hawks have scored another touchdown. Jason just had himself a one-person cheering section over there at the end of the couch. Boys are weird. Football is stupid. I think I'll suck on another Zicam spoon now. Zicam spoons o' medicine are where it's at. I took one of the nightime ones last night and SLEPT LIKE THE DEAD. Perhaps I'll take another right now and then I won't have to worry about the dearth of television programming.

IT'S NOT OKAY.

These are the words I was simply dying to say to the man snoring behind us in the 7:50 pm showing of Sweeney Todd last night. I mean, seriously...did I really spend $9.25 to listen to this jackass ruin my viewing experience with his snoring, snarfing and snuffling?! I managed to hit Sharon with a "Is this really happening? Really?!" look fairly early on into the movie - and let me tell you, he started the snoring during the PREVIEWS! What is that all about?! Narcoleptics do not belong at the cinema.

After the first extremely loud fit of sleep apnea or who knows what, the man's ladyfriend woke him, to which he loudly responded "What...this is a musical?" Oh, I'm sorry - have you been living under a rock? OF COURSE Sweeney Todd is a musical! Did you really not know that? After several more minutes of musical accompaniment from behind us, I lobbed a dirty glance back there, which the jackass missed, as his head was in the lap of his missus - but I'm pretty sure she picked up on it, as they left shortly after. Yeah, Alien Vs. Predator is across the hall, Jerky - perhaps that can hold your attention.

On to the flick...I'm not a fan of musicals for the most part, as I find them a bit over the top - which is what they are supposed to be, I guess - but I did enjoy Sweeney Todd. Maybe it's because there wasn't a happy ending, maybe it's because Johnny Depp could give a compelling performance reading a shampoo bottle, or perhaps it was simply the fact that we don't see nearly enough codpieces in modern cinema. I dunno, but it was an enjoyable visual experience...even from the front row. The make-up was fantastic, and the scene with the meat grinder made me go a little ooeey for a tic. Good stuff all around.

Christmas Dinner in LO

Uncle Len prepared a fantastic steak dinner feast for Jason, Faith, Alex, Rachel and I on Christmas dinner. The highlight of the evening, however had to be the discovery of Rachel's hair scrunchy, which appear to be made of, well...hair. Jason and Alex proceeded to have waaaayyyy too much fun with the possibilities...

Christmas Morning

We exchanged our gifties on Christmas morning, in front of a blazing natural gas fire and after enjoying a delicious breakfast of drunken cheesy bread (I don't know, don't ask me - talk to Real Simple magazine...). I got several items on my wishlist - a SIGG water bottle, SmartWool socks, a new fancy watch, and mary jane Crocs! Jason was awfully surprised to get a TomTom navigation system, but I think he was more happy to receive Seasons 1 and 2 of The Family Guy on DVD.

Merry Christmas from Seattle!

On Saturday morning, Jason and I were due to leave for Seattle to celebrate an early Christmas with my mom and sibs. Unfortunately, the mister woke up at 4 am to lose his cookies the first of several times; the poor boy had contracted food poisoning. I don't mean to sound like an unsympathetic sort, but he does have a bit of a delicate constitution after all. And honestly, if it were even remotely possible, I'd have been in with him, holding his hair back. But as it happened, I only had enough energy to lean over to his side of the bed, grab the remote and turn on the tv to drown out his retching...'cuz I'm a sweetheart, dontcha know...


Jason's tum settled down enough for us to leave around noon. I had to stop in Woodland to inquire in the nicest possible way whether Jason might be more comfortable stretched out in the back seat. The fact of the matter was that he kept twitching around and putting his legs up on the dash, then down in front of him, then up, then down - and the activity in my peripheral vision zone was making me STARK RAVING MAD. So into the back seat the boy went.


Upon arriving, Jason went straight up to bed while the rest of us enjoyed appies and a delish meal prepared by Mom's fiance, Mike. We had turducken (turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken) for the first time - good stuff. Faith, Jeremy and I did some sibling bonding over a bottle of Cabo Wabo and were surprised to find that we didn't leave a single drop for Mike. We're such rotten kids - good thing we were all highly entertaining while under the influence of the Cabo Wabo.

Well, out of context, OF COURSE it looks weird...

I had such a hankerin' for cream soda today. I chose to satisfy said hankerin' by stopping at Noah's Bagels on my way across town to meet up with some high school friends at Salty's on Thursday night. I picked myself up a delicious toasted everything bagel with plain schmear and a bottle of the cream soda and then hit the road.

I was sitting in the line of cars at a metered ramp onto Highway 26, preparing to open the bottle when I happened to look over to my left and found myself on the receiving end of some very curious looks from a few fellow motorists. I determined that they prolly didn't realize I was preparing to take a swig from a perfectly innocent nonalcoholic beverage. I simply raised my bottle of Weinhard's finest and bid them adieu when I got the green light.

I've got deer carcass on my boots

Yesterday and today, I spent a goodish amount of time loving my job. Though the weather has not been overly spectacular, I elected to get my caboose out of the office to do some site visits. Yesterday I went to the top of the Chehalem Mountains in southern Washington County, and today I got to ramble around on a 4-acre parcel in the center of suburbia. It was radness.

Up in the Chehalems, I spotted some interesting tracks - bobcat and deer - but the site today was really cool. That's because I saw a real deer skull - complete with flesh and fur still attached. Couldn't find the rest of the skeleton anywhere, tho. I do know this, however - it was seriously stinkypoo! I didn't touch the durn thing, but afterwards in my car, I realized that I must have found some bits of the carcass. Because some horrendous scent attached itself to my fantastic pink stripey wellies and Kedzie looked as though he was giving some serious thought into rolling in the plastic bag that temporarily housed them.

And I'm back...

It wasn't until a friend started her blog that I realized how much I missed bloggin' myself. Jason and I started http://kedziecatz.blogspot.com approximately one million years ago to document the experience of building our house, and it seemed that once the house was done - so was the blog.

Anywho, I've determined that there is so much ridiculousness in the world, it is truly my civic duty to document said ridiculousness. And that being said, I give you, dear reader, the following message. Transcribed with 100% accuracy from a poorly handwritten note left in our mailbox recently:

Tomy Customers.

I willbe gone from 12/19/07 - 12/23/07.

I will be Back on 12/24/07 (Tuesday)
If I Dont see you

Have a Merry Christmas.

Your Mail Carrier
[name deleted to protect the moronic]
RR6-Regular

P.S. I am having Dental Sergery