2/27/06

So, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before – I think I haven’t – but when I come across a cat somewhere in the house and he or she looks up at me, looking all cute, I tend to greet him or her with “What it doin’ (insert shortened version of cat’s name here)?” For instance, “What it doin’, Toms?”, “What it doin’, Boogs?”, etc. Friday I went upstairs to fold laundry and take my shower, and Miz Poo was sleeping on my bed. As I walked in the room, she woke up, stretched, and looked up at me. I opened myself to say “What it doin’, Poo?”, but what came out what “What it doin’, Boobs?” I swear to god, I have NO CONTROL over what comes out of my mouth sometimes.

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After watching three or four episodes of Olympic Ice last week (after Kymm recommended it so highly), I have come to the conclusion that while I love figure skating, I don’t really care all that much for the competition figure skating. I prefer the figure skating that’s entirely for entertainment. I loved the exhibition skating on Friday night, and I love it when big skaters get together and put on a show. The competition skating just isn’t my thing, I guess.
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I watched a TON of television and movies this weekend. In fact, Sunday afternoon there was absolutely nothing taped on the DVR. NOTHING! I don’t know the last time that happened. Plus, I got three discs from Netflix on Friday and one on Saturday, so we were set for stuff to watch. Or so we thought. I might get flamed for this, but I have to say – I didn’t care for Rent at ALL. We watched fourty-five minutes of it and finally Fred asked if I really liked it. I had to admit that I didn’t, and he said, in exasperation, “They just must have gotten so many Tonys because everyone had AIDS!” And then he broke into a rousing rendition of Everyone has AIDS. So we took that out and put Thumbsucker in, and watched half an hour of that before I said to Fred, “You can take it out if you want.” “It sucks, doesn’t it?” he said. “It does.” And so he put North Country in, and third time’s a charm, because I thought it was a really good movie, and even The Grouch admitted that it wasn’t bad. On Saturday we got The Weatherman from Netflix, and we watched the trailer, and Fred decided he wasn’t interested in it at ALL, so we ended up watching CSI all night. Which was fine with me – because did I mention that’s a DAMN FINE show? Except that Jorja Fox’s face bugs me for some reason. But I don’t suppose you can have everything. I watched The Weather Man by myself on Sunday, and I liked it. It’s worth watching, if just for the “Tartar Sauce” sequence. I made Fred come sit down and watch that part of the movie, saying “They’ve captured you on film!”, and he laughed so hard he about cried. Then, Sunday afternoon, I watched the last disc of Season 2 of The O.C. Since I’m walking outside for exercise instead of using the elliptical, the disc has been sitting in the garage, unwatched, for a few weeks now. So I finished watching it (how long do I have to wait for Season 3 to come out on DVD, do you suppose? Sometime this summer?) and now there’s nothing for me to watch. Well, except for Grey’s Anatomy and Desperate Housewives, of course.
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Over the weekend, I finally opened the cat door so that we could start teaching the kittens how to go through it. They picked it up pretty quickly (especially considering that that was the only way in and out of the house, since I didn’t open the back door), and although they don’t really like to have to push the flap open with their faces, they’ll do it to get outside. Sugarbutt doesn’t care to have his collar on – he scratches a lot – but I’m sure he’ll get used to it. The funny thing is that they get SO EXCITED when they come back into the house. Sugarbutt was zooming back and forth like a wild thing yesterday morning. They love to go out there and sniff around, then come inside, drink some water, and run around like their asses are afire. It’s still a little cold out to leave the cat door open all day long, but I think (hope!) that warmer weather’s coming, so Fred can collar up the cats and open the cat door before he leaves for work, and then we can close it when it’s starting to get dark. The collars seem to be deterring Sugarbutt and Tommy just fine. Miz Poo was hanging out in the daffodils the other day, which are up against the fence, and Tommy would start toward her, then remember he couldn’t go that far, and he’d just stop and watch her. I’d almost say she was teasing him, but of course (har!) she’s not that mean.
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SuperSugs! Is there anything happier than a sleeping cat? I think NOT. What cracks me up the most is the long-suffering “Oh lord jesus, how much longer must I put up with The Daddy dangling the feather toy over my head and not letting me get it?” look on his face. Look at the HEIGHT on that jump! Not bad for a rapidly portlifying kitty. This picture just cracks me UP.
All of the flying kitty pictures were taken by Himself. All of today’s pictures are here.
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Previously 2005: No entry. 2004: Dude, what the fuck? I don’t talk for 20 to 30 minutes on the phone to people I know and LIKE, let alone some strange man from the CDC! 2003: A Day in the Life of Mr. Fancypants. 2002: No entry. 2001: But I kinda like the irritability. 2000: My heart stopped, my jaw dropped, and I whispered “Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiit!”]]>

21 thoughts on “2/27/06”

  2. Oh my god, Thumbsucker is such an awful movie. Be glad you had someone with you who agreed and didn’t force you to watch the whole thing.
    Unlike the boy in my presence who loved it, and now thinks it is one of his favorite movies EVER, and I had to watch a few of the scenese TWICE.
    This is why he is my ex now. Gah.

  3. I call the attorney down the street “Himself” and it makes me laugh every single time I do it! He doesn’t get it!
    Toms is getting a bit round about the middle region isn’t he!

  5. If you watch the food court scene in The Weatherman there is about a two or three second shot of my husband eating a Whopper and drinking a beverage in a Burger King cup – we were extras for the movie (although all my shots were cut – I guess I’m not star quality). It was fun, but what a boring day until my husband got tapped to do his little eating scene. It must have been a product placement deal because the real food court at the mall has no BK and Gore Verbinski himself directed the eating. I believe his direction was, “Remember, this is just a burger. Not the best burger you’ve ever had…it’s just sustinence.” heh.

  6. I didn’t care for Rent either, though the documentary about the guy who wrote it was interesting.
    I like to ask my cat, “what’s shakin’ bacon?” I tell ya, there’s nothing like talking kitty talk that will make me sound like a crazy cat lady. 🙂

  8. I heard that the movie “Rent” is terrible. But I’ve also heard that the musical is fabulous. I haven’t seen either. I’ve wanted to see the musical forever and still plan to someday. That sucks that “Thumbsucker” sucks because we just got it in from Netflix. Ugh.

  9. Jorja Fox’s VOICE bugs me. She ends almost every sentence like it’s a….question? Gah- bugs me to no end.

  10. I HATE Rent. I saw it on stage an embarrassing number of times, on Broadway even. I thought it was the shit. Then all of a sudden, “ping!” my brain hit overload and I suddenly started noticing that all the lyrics were evidently written by an angsty, overly dramatic 17 year old. There is one song in particular, at the end, that is SO histrionic, SO oversentimental that I couldn’t even watch it. I believe the lyricist purchased a rhyme dictionary and flipped through it to find everything that rhymed with “eyes.” “Let’s see now…eyes, disguise, wise, dies, surprise…okay! Song’s done!” Not to mention that Puccini already wrote the story and provided half the music. Honestly, I have never turned on a musical like I did on Rent.

  13. Is Fred wearing slippers around the house now? How is Freds little toe? Love all the kittie pictures. Hugs

  14. Thank you all from saving me from Thumbsucker. It was next to send in my list.
    It is so odd all these comments about Jorja Fox. I thought I was the only one. SHE bugs me. Her body, voice, face, way she moves, everything! One memorable episode was when she was sucking on cough drops. I was just about squicked to death!!

  15. I agree with you on Rent. The movie sucked. If you get the chance, you should see the stage production, because it is SOOOO much better. The movie moves everything back a decade and it just doesn’t work. Even with the original cast there. Actually, that probably made it worse. They’ve all gotten older, and then they tried to have them play themselves even younger Bad idea/

  17. I’m with Kathy, I loved RENT! Of course, it has sentimental reasons for the lovin’ so… there ya go. though I must admit the first few times I heard the soundtrack (On Broadway, OCR and all that jazz) I could not STAND it, but my wife listened to it over and over and over… and now I love it.
    “Hey Mister, she’s my sister!” (I swear to god, that’s me and my wife!… I’m SO Reenie, and she’s SO Joanne!)

  18. Ok, you absolutely take the best cat pics EVER. I live vicariously through your camera for my kitty fix. 🙂 So, thank you.
    You are hilarious… “no control over what comes out of your mouth” LOL My niece has it too. 😉
    My niece.. (almost 2 and sharp as a tack) looks at my daughter as she walks in the door tonight and right off the bat, without missing a beat, points to ‘LoLo’ as she calls her and hollers as loud as she can…. “LOLO GOT BIG BOOBIES!!!” I swear we all almost passed out laughing.
    She is such a hilarious child to be around. Tonight I was over there for about three hours and wound up with that starting the night off, and ending up in a pair of pajama’s with all my clothes wringing wet in a bag on the way home. I’ll write about it in my blournal, not here… Haha.

  19. Now that the black kitty has red nails I found myself captioning the above pic,
    “Talons o’ FIRE!

  20. That long suffering cat picture in this entry? Reminds me of that Taylor guy from American Idol. It looks like he’s doing his impression of him.

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