Monthly Archives: July 2017
Ghost Cat Is Real Y’all.

Yes, I cringed a little when I wrote, “Y’all”, but I’ve been in Texas for 6 years now? Unsure… I’ll do the math later. I didn’t even think of ghost cat until we moved into our new place about 3 years ago? Maybe four? Again, horrible with math unless it’s a movie release year or famous actors’ birthday.

Weird Fact: Cats Like Their Butts Spanked.

I’m sure there’s a reason for it that I won’t bother to look up. It’s not that I’m “lazy” I just refuse a logical explanation other than, “Cat’s are weird.” Now I’M not weird, I was watching a sitcom a few years ago (no idea what the show was…) one broke girl was talking to her friend who was also broke, mentioned the phenomenon. I was skeptical. I’m always skeptical.

I have three cats of various ages, backgrounds, and temperament. I did a weird experiment, and yes, I felt very strange for doing this; I spanked their little fluffy butts. Long story short: I’m their queen now (edit: I spelled “slave” wrong). Each one LOVED having their butt spanked/patted/whatever. It’s weird. I don’t want to delve into it.

Spin Class for your FACE!

Okay, that sounds kind of gross… it’s not what I’m talking about. Nothing you think is what I’m talking about. How do I know this? Because most things I think are abstract and FAR from what people assume I’m thinking.

SPIN!!!!!!!!!!! GIRO!!!!!!!!! My FACE!!! The other month I was applying make-up and realized that my skin was a little haggard, worn, not my norm. Yes, we all get older, I live in Texas, and who knows what else could be causing my skin to feel and look tired and worn. Maybe it’s the current admin that’s stressing me out and aging me faster than I would have liked (sorry, no politics in this post starting… … UGH! I HATE THAT BABY HAND NARCISSISTIC TOTALITARIAN EGOTISTICAL ELITIST CON ARTIST!!!… starting now.

The Surreal World

Holy cow, what is going on in this world??? I’ve basically been living my life like a deer in headlights the past (wow, almost a year now) wondering when the cavalry is going to storm in and save the day.

It feels like Mom and Dad left home to go away for a long weekend and this imbecile wound up intruding and called all his delinquent friends for a massive house party; all hell has broken loose and I just hope the folks come home, or cops are called… or something!!! Where are the responsible adults?