Stronger than 2017

I wrote out a timeline of events to discuss and remissness about. Then I wrote out three pages of what and whose and what-nots on some graph paper (it's somewhere lost in my trunk) and here I am!  I will snap some photos of the pages later....I did give credit and much credit due to my good friend, Dennis.  You may know him from Dennis Has A Podcast (DHAP),  I text him about writer's block and he replied with asking me, what is it you have to say?  From that moment I did pour a bit out on paper.  And yet, I am not sharing that right now, but I will - maybe - soon.

I wasn't present for Kitty's Sarcasm like I have been in past years.  I focused on ME.  I made sure that I healed and protected my space and mind.  Thank you to my Manalopes & Bitchachos who stuck around and understood (understand) that life has seasons and changes and I am in a new space.  I like it.  It's full of peace.  I am still sarcastic as fuck and cuss like a sailor.  Same me, just more focused on entertaining me rather than everyone around me.  I love to entertain you all.  I just learned that I needed to give some of that energy to me again.

This past year (2017) has been a total shit show! As I type this there are just a few minutes left of this damn year.  It started out with a new POTUS.  I wont go all political in my post here but let me say, that's right around the time I began to figuratively and mentally sit in fetal position.

I turned 39 this year and then shortly after ruptured a kidney.  Spent a month on bed rest (you know making sure I stayed out of kidney failure and kept my OEM kidneys) taking morphine pills (who knew they had morphine pills!) and developing an online shopping addiction.

I returned to life after that and encountered a few antagonist type characters and the year basically was just one thing after another.

The year did end extremely well so there is that.

I guess I just am once again, at a loss for words to sum the year up.  I am glad it's over.  I am grateful for another fresh start. I'm ready.



I did have multiple life changing moments for good and for momentarily not so good this year. But as it's said, with the sweet comes the sour and I do love a good sour patch kid.   

One impact full moment this year, was seeing Wonder Woman. There is a line (actually so many lines that are meaningful to me) 
that resonated to me so loudly.  It's in this clip above.  

It's about expecting a battle to be fair.   

So here is to 2018 and some true happiness.  Some comfort. Some hard work.  Some joy.  Some major delectable Martinis and Manhattans!  Some giving.  Some love.  Some of what we all need!

Good Night 2017!  I am praying that I can continue to make my own reproductive choices in the future and that women are finally shown the human decency of the same respect men are shown in 2018.  

Stop the Cycle

It's been a while since I've put some words on this thing. How does it just flow and then nothing at all? The words. Sometimes it's a waterfall. Sometimes it's the desert.

I am seriously at a loss for sarcasm when it come's to my country's current state. Between racism, Trump, the kkk, and figuring out if two spaces between sentences is now completely inaccurate...I am saddened deeply.

I saw the Weekend Update on SNL with Tina Fey this week.  It was EVERYTHING! If I was going to try and make a point and share laughter, there is no topping the Sheet-Caking surprise of her visit to the show.



I want to ask each of you to stop the cycle.  Spread love and peace. Do not engage the hate.  Ignore these white hat wearing mother fuckers and work on rebuilding our country's strength. Prepare for the elections coming up next.  Mobilize peacefully and be ready to sneak the fuck up on the Alt Right in 2018.  You do not have to be a Republican to be an Alt Right fascist.  You also aren't a fascist just because you're Republican.  I have no hate in my heart for conservatives.  I have sadness in my heart for the extremists.  For those who think they are supreme.  Didn't we learn anything from how it all played out with Diana and the Supremes?




And for those of you who are with the hate, the president, the racists, the kkk, the horrible cloud that makes our county look sad and no longer one of strength....unlike the Kitty's Sarcasm page, stop following this blog, and get yourself some therapy. 

Take a look in the mirror.You were born into this world with nothing but peace inside you.  
Someone taught you to hate.This was never your original idea. Stop the cycle. 

ANOTHER YEAR OLDER - KITTY'S BIRTHDAY RECAP

Okay...so first things first...I'm alive and so is my best girl...the Washington Bestie ditched us for racquetball. We had my birthday celebration yesterday. I'm alive. I'm currently in better shape than anyone would expect for a now 39 year old who basically drank for 12 hours and only had one hard taco and some chips n salsa for the entire day. 

I did however have about five margaritas and numerous Malibu with pineapple juices, pineapple martinis galore and I think a few long island ice teas (nope the teas weren't mine but I kept drinking everyone else's). My car is probably being towed as you read this (oh I pray to the Bitchacho & Manalope Gods that it is not being impounded). 



We had to leave my baby (my car -her name is Lilo for those who are new... ) at a bar about a half hour from my house. Then I called my bestie from Washington who met us at a karaoke bar with pictures of animals and antlers all over the place. 

There was a super hot guy there but of course my friends love me and apparently hate me so every time he came up to me they pussy and cock blocked like the asshole lovelies they are. I'm lucky to have people who care if I'm a whore or not. That's good friendship.

Because I'm not and no need to start now....right?!??!!? BUT he was soooooo hot and of course was in the military. I do love a good uniform. I think I'm going back one day to see about that shit. He was hot hot hot...okay...so mind you this was about six to seven hours into drinking so...Yeeeeaaahhh...I'm NEVER going back to that place.

I just remembered they gave me a plastic cowboy hat and a sharpie to have people sign AND WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I used that sharpie to autograph all the Tabasco bottles and pint glasses I could find. I'm pretty sure I'm banned for life. I bet my picture is already up on the wall. I think we left there because my girl and I got cut off or the sharpie thing might of gotten us booted. 

But no fear more friends showed up and drove us around in a big truck that I literally had to have help getting into and out of because...DUH.....my cute shoes!

There is more to this story. It will eventually all come to me. I will say the night ended with Ferris Buehler's Day Off. I think I got into bed at 5am. And now...here I am. I'm showered and my hair is up in a towel and...

OOOOOHH YEAH....open mic night!

It was open mic night somewhere. I think we were in the sticks somewhere to be honest- I have no clue where we were.
I wish I couldn't feel my face today. Because it fucking hurts.

My friends wouldn't let me take someone's guitar and play. I am pretty sure I ordered a water with lemon at this point for me and told the waitress that the lemon had better be birthday material! Imagine Kitty and a whole lot of bad lip-syncing and even better air guitar!!

WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE MEXICO.

WAIT....did I steal a menu from a Mexican restaurant? !?! Damn it. I did.

Saddle Up The Zamboni & Call The Mounties

I wonder what this year will be like.  I am just sitting here at home thinking  about the future for fuck's sake.  The Donald is about to tell us all that WE'RE FIRED! I can see it now!  


His haystack atop his head, his face bright red, Itwinkie running around the scene trying to sell us all jewelry before we're canned, and his wife - what ever her name is - you know, our next first lady - the one the internet has nudes of all over the place...she's sitting there in a nice comfy chair trying figure what the hell a FLOTUS is and is it something she can snort?

Am I the only one here freaked out by this whole thing?

I mean if we all start buying crappy expensive jewelry due to subliminal messages being sent to us via Hulu & start booking long stays at the Trumptel 6  - seriously!  If this happens!!! Canada!  Yah you, Canada! 

Canada - send in your Mounties and all you got to save us. We'll even say you told us so and let you say that you told us so! 

Save us from drowning in hotel stay debt and from disease spread to us by radioactive metal allergies (the fucking jewelry is gonna be the death of all of the vaginas holders!! seriously! this is how they will get us - they will taunt us with sparkly things that are pretty.).

Leave your polite shit at home.  Better yet...send your hockey players and Zamboni drivers. Have them bring the Zambonis too! I've always wanted to drive one of those suckers!

Someone call Alanis and tell her to send her people!  But not Dave Coolio or whatever the fuck his name is. We don't need any more fuckin' guys here like Dave.  Call her up the minute shit hits the fans.  Literally!  When you see shit and fans all at once, ring her up for me.  Tell her Kitty said to call!  She knows the plan!



I joke a lot.  I make light of serious situations.  Now that we've all had a nice laugh and joke...let's get serious.

For more information on how to take part in protecting our women:

Women March on Washington
Women March on Seattle
Find Your Sister March

The Women’s March on Washington aims to send a message to all levels of government that we stand together in solidarity and we expect elected leaders to act to protect the rights of women, their families and their communities.

2017: Challenge Accepted

It's a new year.  I remember thinking when I was younger that 2017 seemed so far away.  This is the year I turn the dreaded 39 (I know, I know - it isn't old..it's just a realization is all).  The Kitten is another year older and currently pretending like she cannot hear a damn word I am saying to her.  The Cat decided she's going on a fucking hunger strike today refusing her food. 
I am delighted to see that 2017 has stepped up it's game already!  

I am ready for you, 2017!  The Kitten, The Cat, and me...we will make it out alive and are looking forward to your dodgy shenanigans as well as seeing 2018 and so on. 

I may look small but I got this!  
💗💙💛💜💚


Smoochie,

Kitty

PS: I don't care who was elected POTUS.  We all know!  Girls!!!