Friday, September 26, 2014

Kitty's Sarcasm 5000 Contest

It's Friday, it's a dance-y day!  I'm sure you all have seen the posts about our upcoming contest, right?


Just in case you do not have the details for The Kitty's Sarcasm 5000 fans contest...here it is below.

CONTEST!
Lately, I've noticed a huge increase in homemade dance videos going viral.  It made me think.  I mean it really made me want to dance.  Then I thought about all of the KS fans, and I all of a sudden felt an obligation to make sure that they are dancing too!  It's important we all get a lil dance-y every once in a while.  For me...it's daily thing.  What ever floats your boat, right?

This contest challenges all of the Kitty's Sarcasm Facebook. Twitter, and Blog fans to submit a video of themselves dancing. There are no rules other than:


  • You need to share the video with Kitty and be okay with it being posted.
  • You must have your private tid bits covered (no naked or commando vids).
  • If the video doesn't give the full picture without description, please send in that info with the video.


Once we reach 5000 fans, Kitty will post a video entry/submission cut off date.  At this point you're all getting a head start on the contest!  So get to it!  Get dance-y and get recording!


Kitty has promised to submit her own video once the first 5 vids are submitted.  Maybe it was 3? Shit!  Who ever is in charge of the rules, will make what ever needs to happen...happen!

So start your camera phones up, your video recorders, your what evers...get your videos into Kitty's Sarcasm!!

Monday, September 22, 2014

MY OWN DAMN MANUAL - CHAPTER THREE

Chapter Three in the weekly chapter installments of, My Own Damn Manual is to address the part of life where things just don’t seem alright.  There have been times in my life where I have let worry and fear consume me.  I read or heard somewhere that fear is an irrational feeling.  That being scared or fearful of the future is an act of insanity.  It mentioned something like, “How can you be scared or fearful when you have no idea if the outcome is going to be bad?”.  The pessimist in me says, I sure as fuck can be scared about the unknown.  It’s the unknown that’s the most scary, duh!  Am I right?


Something that I have learned over time (thirty plus some years) is that it’s okay to be fearful or scared.  It’s okay to feel irrational from time to time.  It’s what you do with it. 


This chapter is short.  It’s not funny.  It’s real.  Like the smallest portion of meat and potatoes you’ve ever had that filled you up for an entire week.  You catch what I sayin’ here, right?



Fear is okay.  The point of it all is to not let it debilitate you and hold you back.  Would you let a significant other hold you back?  I don’t think so!  So fuck fear.  You can allow it to dinner, like that crappy relative or friend that comes over on the holidays, eats you out of house and home and then complains the entire time.  You put up with it and then you swiftly drive their broke ass home when the holiday is over and get on with your life.

There you have it.  Suck it up, feel it, move past it, and go for it!  Whatever, 'IT' may be for you!


Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Cost of 25% Off

In my house we're Batman lovers. The Kitten is obsessed with all things Batman. So when she asked me at the store last night to buy her a Batman costume (the second time she's been there and seen it this past week or so), I told her sure but that we were on a budget this month and she would have to give up something else she wanted this weekend. So....long story short I convinced her to wait to get it. It's mid-September for crying out loud. Costume and Halloween is budgeted for October! I know it's only two weeks away but I am working on teaching her something here. Something I wish I had better teaching with now lmao.

My point of this all is this hot mess:

(I've had insomnia for a little over two days now. I'm am currently a walking freak show surviving on pure adrenaline and a few minutes short of six hours of sleep total in this time. That's a lil tid-bit to envision while reading the remainder of this post!)

I was in bed last night and around midnight started thinking about the Batman costume that we saw at the drug store twice now. After a committee meeting with voices in my noggin, I realized (rationalized - same same) that it was crazy that I didn't just buy that costume. It was only $14.99 & 25% off (I won’t go into the scam of an advertised percentage off of a Halloween costume in mid- September...but whatever - I call b.s.!), with or without the price off, it was a steal for a costume and it's all she needed. She had the rest of what she would need at home already. I mean I really was kickin' my own ass over this. Because when have I ever gotten away with spending under $15 for a costume for her?!?!?
This morning I ran my errands and went to the drug store to drop of an rx and buy that damn Batman costume. While waiting in line at the pharmacy counter I planned out how I would surprise her with it by just hanging it in her closet to see the next time she opened it.
Here's where it all went horribly wrong. The pharmacist had questions for me and then tried to talk me into a flu shot...I was all kinds of distracted with his questions.  When I was done with the pharmacy my phone rang.  Needless to say I went on auto pilot and left the store with the Batman costume completely vanishing from existence in my mind.  I realized this after I had been home for an hour or so already and planned to go back to the drug store before I picked up The Kitten from school today.  It was only like 2 hours until that needed to happen so it would be okay!  J
Thirty minutes before it was time to get The Kitten from school I headed to the store to purchase the costume.  Big fucking shocker, they sold out in the hour and a half while I was at home.  I went to the first person in uniform I could find and asked when they would be getting more costumes.  He looked a lot like, Shaggy from Scoobie Doo and had a similar persona about him.  He stared blankly at me and told me he couldn’t listen to words that fast.  I was apparently talking to fast for him.  I immediately walked away from him and his stare to save his life.  I had recognized earlier in the day that I had no fuse what so ever and that if someone tripped on their own shoelace I might kick their ass because, “Fuck you, and your shoelace!”.  I found out they wont be getting any more costumes in for the season and blah blah blah.  I asked about whether other locations might have it and if they have a policy where they could put one on hold somewhere for me close.  Some cashier who looked like Mike Tyson and Peewee Herman’s love child rolled her eyes at me and then said, “Well, I guess you could call around and see”.  (I want to pause here and ask you a question.  What would you have going through your mind after this princess told you that, YOU could call and check?).  Horrible customer service, the cashier should have at least offered to give me the phone numbers or call for me. 
So I drove to the mom’s and pop’s parking lot at The Kitten’s school and arrived a little early and started ‘googling’ that shit on my own and waited for her to get out.  Fuck them for not helping me when I clearly dropped the ball on the costume today.  It’s because of them that this shit is fucked…yah..that’s it!!  I was able to locate one out of 6 total stores close by (close by meaning with in 20 miles) was all.  They put it on hold and I felt vindicated and excited to get this fucking costume.  At this point in the game, the costume is now a do or die mission that I have taken upon myself to take as serious as pigmy warfare. 
I plug that address into my gps because even thought it’s like 7 miles away, I wasn’t born with an internal compass.  The Kitten and I drive away from school and I head in the general area of drug store.  (What could go wrong now, right?!?) My navigation/gps in my phone decided to take a total shit and not work.  We got lost for 25 minutes.  When I say lost, I mean…not like “oh shit I shoulda left a bread crumb trail” lost, but lost like…driving in circles looking.  I was using voice text to try and correct the issues while sitting at a stop light.  Imagine that shit and how it went.  It would recognize what I was saying perfectly and then tell me it was thinking.  This went on for like 15-20 minutes.
I eventually found that frickin store on the other side of town.  Turns out today was another day that proved my lacking of an internal compass.  It also turns out this costume we were getting at 25% off was in the ghetto.  A real shifty part of town I normally want no part in, but I was committed to the cause and in too deep to turn back.

Are you thinking this is the longest fuckin’ story ever?  Well, to get to the final point.  We got the costume, we are home now, and the first thing The Kitten says to me is, “Mama, I think this is too small…”


I am going to fill my kitchen sink up with my entire liquor cabinet and dunk my entire head in now.



Kitty Over & Out

Monday, September 15, 2014

MY OWN DAMN MANUAL - CHAPTER TWO


Today’s chapter tackles relationships.  Are you ready for something that might freak you out?  For something that might enlighten you further on the inner workings of positive relationships?


If you so, you’re reading the wrong Damn Manual!

I’ve been married a handful of times.  I’ve had my share of dates, relationships, etc.  There is no manual for relationships.  



You hear stories about those grandparents who’ve been together for 100 years and raised 16 kids in a “Leave it to Beaver”  fashion-y kinda world.  The kids grew up all functional and shit.  They married their high school and college sweethearts, had 2-5 kids a piece and get together for every holiday and birthday.  They’re a real family where they love one another and no one is an alcoholic, no one is suffering from mental illness, and no has any issues with their children.


Um…yah.  I call bullshit.  A real fuckin’ bullshit story that is!  There is no time in history where such family exists.  With that said, if this is a farce, how in the fuck do we learn how to have functional relationships? 




We learn from our fuckin’ dysfunctional lives.  The dysfunction sometimes is manageable and doesn’t scar us too much.  Most of us however…most of us have scars a mile deep.




In my case, for some reason I cannot seem to commit long term to anyone other than my kid and my parents.  The rest of the world can just fuck right off.  I’ve never been great at friendships, dating, marriage, etc.  I’ve never been great at sugar coating shit.  I’ve found that when I have sugar coated myself, those are the times in my life where I have had more “relationships”.  You know, friends, dating, marriage, etc. 



Those times where I have had that, sugar kinda life, it wasn’t real.  It wasn’t deep.  I realized this in a big way recently and decided to let that shit go.  To be okay with my life no matter the amount of people or types of relations I have in my life.




I threw all that shit in the fuckin’ dumpster for good.  I have turned the sugar on and off throughout my life and it’s just a waste of who I am.  Write that shit in your, Own Damn Manual. 



There it is folks!  Don’t sugar coat or dilute yourself through life, even on and off for moments of time.  Be yourself.  If the world can’t handle that shit, then that’s part of the world you do not need to expend energy on.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Form Letter to the Haters cc: #Merica

Dear Fuck Face(s) of #Merica,

Please understand that this is form email being sent to you in response to your email inquiry this morning regarding Kitty’s posts (see below for the post).  Kitty is out dancing today.  She’s quite dance-y and really has no time for formalities or ignorance today.   

While Kitty's Sarcasm is set up for entertainment, from time to time there are posts that are not in a humor nature or in a form of a joke.  This morning’s post about September 11th was not a joke, it was not in humor.  It was in a true honoring fashion and was about Kitty wanting to remind everyone to dance and to not let a horrific thing hold them back from happiness.  Remembering is important; it’s a given.  Moving on and not letting a cruel world stop you from celebrating this amazing country we live in - is just as important if you ask Kitty. 

With that said, today several emails came in complaining about the post.  Emails of threats to Kitty for being” ‘UnAmerican’ for making light of something that happened 10 years ago” (news flash, you cannot math what so ever!), calling Kitty a Communist, saying if they saw her in public they would hit her with their minivan, calling Kitty and Kitty’s Sarcasm the devil, and so on.  Your email falls into one or more of these email categories. 

It’s 2014 and life is okay for Kitty.  She wants you to know that while she practices her freedom of dance, it’s perfectly fine for you to express your rights to freedom of speech, however she would like you to know that you should expect to find the Karma Police at your door one day and the visit wont be dance-y.  This isn't Footloose.  We live in a country where we can dance and send asshole emails. However, if you think threatening Kitty with a mini-van is going to make an impact on the world or Kitty, you're mistaken.  Maybe one day she'll tell you about the time a real prick of fuck face tried to run her over in a much large size cargo van.  He didn't succeed and she didn't even rip her pantyhose. 

This email is getting off track here.  The point of this email is to let you know that we received your message and would like to invite you to go dance in traffic.


Kindly Go Fuck Yourself & Then Dance It Off,

Kitty’s Sarcasm Admin Team

POSTED 09/11/2014 at 4:30 AM on WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/KITTYSSARCASM:

“Today is September 11th. There will be lots of remembrance posts, people talking about the profound moment they saw on the news what happened to THE USA on this date and how it changed them forever. 

Instead of all of that, I am posting right now to acknowledging the victims and saying at the same time, let's just dance it out. Let's celebrate the good of today. The actual day we are in. Enjoy it and not let what happened stop us from dancing today. Keep dancing. 

For the haters who will say, you cannot dance what happened away...

I'm not about all of that b.s., I'm just sayin' I'm gonna dance instead of sitting in sadness. I'm gonna show acknowledgment through happiness and dancing. If you do not get the deeper point, go ahead and go sit and be miserable on your own. As for me, I'm dancing because I live in a place where I can!

*~Kitty~*




Monday, September 8, 2014

MY OWN DAMN MANUAL - CHAPTER ONE

HAVE YOU EVER REALLY SAT AND WONDERED TO YOURSELF, “WHAT IN THE FUCK…I MEAN REALLY…WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING”?

I DO THIS ON A SOME WHAT CONSISTENT BASIS.  IS THERE A MANUAL TO THIS SHIT?  A REAL PLACE TO GET THE 411 ON HOW TO GET THINGS RIGHT? 

I KNOW, I KNOW…BE GOOD, DO GOOD, ETC ETC…BUT WHAT ABOUT THE REST?  

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'VE DONE THAT…AND CONTINUE TO DO THAT AND YOU’RE STILL SITTING WONDERING TO YOURSELF, “WHAT IN THE FUCK…”?

HERE IS MY ATTEMPT TO BE A BEACON OF HOPE OR SOME SHIT FOR MY READERS. 

YOUR KIDS DRIVING YOU UP THE FRICKIN’ WALL?  

YOU’RE SINGLE AND DATING IS WORSE THAN YOUR ANNUAL MAMMOGRAM? 

YOU’RE DOWN AND OUT AND NO WHERE NEAR BEVERLY HILLS? 

I AM ON A MISSION TO ANSWER ALL THESE THAT MAKE US ASK,”WHAT IN THE FUCK…”. 

I KEEP SAYING, “THERE IS NO MANUAL”.  WELL, FUCK THAT!  I’M GONNA START WRITING ONE.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO START – EXCEPT FROM RIGHT HERE.


CHAPTER ONE:

YOU HAVE TO WRITE YOUR OWN FUCKING MANUAL.  YOU CAN EITHER HATE IT OR LOVE IT.  YOU CAN FIGHT IT OR HAVE FUN WITH IT.  FOR NOW, HERE IS THE BEGINNING OF MY OWN DAMN MANUAL.

THE RULES AND CONSTRAINTS PUT ON YOU (OR SINCE THIS IS MY MANUAL I SHOULD START USING, ‘me’!!) ARE USUALLY THERE BECAUSE WE PUT THEM ON OURSELVES.  TIME TO STOP HOLDING MYSELF BACK…YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT DOING THE SAME.


THERE IS MORE TO COME ON ALL OF THIS…JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD START WITH THE FIRST PART ASAP!