Face the facts.

2003-03-13 2:16 p.m.

I've been telling myself all week that it's just allergies but I think I have to face the fact that I have a full blown head cold. I'm sniffly and feel like crap. I may even be running a slight fever. I broke down and bought some DayQuil and Nyquil on my lunch break.

One of my buddies sent me this picture today. It pretty much sums up how I'm feeling.

Enter the Booda Dome!

2003-03-12 10:45 a.m.

We have been having some litter box related issues around the KFK household. First of all, Trinity, treats the litter box like it's some sort of Archaeological dig, she carefully excavates each fascinating layer of litter out of the box and onto the floor in the mud room. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like walking across sandy litter in bare feet early in the morning. The other problem is with Loki. He's been squatting near the edge of the litter box and slowly standing up as he pees which means it gets outside of the box and sometimes onto the wall. This infuriates Trinity aka "the litter police" who tries to throw even more litter out of the box in an effort to cover up his offensive odors.

So last night I went on a reconnaissance mission to PetCo and bought home: The Booda Dome.

I was at first afraid that they would not like it or understand it. I was afraid they'd look for other places in the house to go to the bathroom. I was a bit scared that they'd find it claustrophobic or too much like an alien spacecraft.

Boy was I wrong. You would think this was the most exciting thing I had ever bought for them. Forget the toys! They've got a Booda Dome! They each peed twice and pooped once within a five minute period just to break it in. Then they'd take turns hiding in it then jumping out screaming, yelling and running through the house.

Kicks, sneezes and Lex.

2003-03-11 10:17 a.m.

My shins are purple this morning from blocking kicks last night in kung fu class. I decided I need to work on making my kicks cleaner, higher and faster. If I were Bruce Lee I'd wake up early in the morning and do 100 kicks for each leg along with 100 push ups and 100 sit ups. However, I am not Bruce Lee and am not a morning person. *yawn*

For some reason my sinuses freaked out when I went to bed last night. Now I have a sore throat and am sneezing uncontrollably but I did find some cool zebra striped Kleenexes in my desk. Even when I'm having an allergy attack I'm still styling. *achoo!*

I'm getting an insanely huge number of search engine hits from Italy regarding Michael Rosenbaum. If you want information on him try here here or here.

Rumble, Rosewater & 404.

2003-03-10 10:17 a.m.

Took Simon to Rumble in the Roseland 6 on Saturday night as a pre-birthday present. There was almost a riot when Ryan Pope lost a match due to a call from the judges. The other fighter had better technical skills but he was obviously flagging and wanted his coaches to throw in the towel half way through the match. Ryan stayed strong and focused and was obviously the audience's favorite. After making it through the two rounds with no submission the judges gave it to other fighter. The crowd was pretty upset. Frankly, I thought the fight could go either way. The Pope's are vicious street fighters, they aren't very technical with submissions. They generally win fights by getting the other guy on the ground and pummeling him until the ref feels sorry for the other guy and calls it quits. Not pretty but effective. Our seats were the best possible, right between the two corners in the second row. A lot of the action was up against the cage a mere five feet in front of us.

Sunday night we took a friend to Marrakesh for dinner. It's a five course Moroccan dinner that you eat with your fingers. The best part of the meal is the end when they wash your hands and spritz them with rosewater. For dessert you get a sweet mint tea and a vanilla custard with coconut and fruit. Super yummy. No belly dancers this time, I guess they get Sunday nights off.

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