Pillow Talk, Kat style!

Have you ever seen MTV's Cribs?

Nearly every shot of the master bedroom includes the line: "This is where the magic happens."

I've always wanted to ask, "Where the hell do you sleep, then?"

Last night I realized that maybe, just maybe, not all of those people were referring to sex.

It's light's out and the boyfriend and I are snuggling, saying good night and I love you and whatnot when this gem comes out: "How many people do you know that would punch you in the nose and then make you breakfast? That's right. Now go to sleep, I love you."

Now before you all get up in arms...I was offering to punch the boyfriend, NOT the other way around. Also, I would never actually hit him..unless, of course, he's kicking my ass in cards. Then, and only then, I have been known to slap his arm.

I get a little worked up sometimes. I can't help it.

So, rewind to the beginning of the convo that prompted previously mentioned gem.

The boyfriend mentioned that he didn't want to go to work in the morning. I offered to punch him in the nose. He said no, because he didn't want to miss tonight's gig. I countered that if I punched him early enough in the morning he could miss work but be fine and dandy by tonight's gig. He wasn't sold on the idea so I offered to make him breakfast in bed after I punched him. I thought it was a great deal.

He didn't.

So alas, he woke up and went to work this morning. I made him breakfast anyway...well, sort of. If nuking a breakfast burrito counts as "making him breakfast".

Anywho...the boyfriend made a very good point before we FINALLY went to sleep last night. I should start a new blog topic and call it Pillow Talk and have it be all the wacky things that get said while we just lay there talking.

In case you're wondering, I already tweeted it this morning. Maybe we can make it a Trending Topic, whatcha think?

So, a la Sassy's Scenes from a Marriage, here's to the birth of Pillow Talk.

And on that note, Toodles!!

My Favorite Me's!!

Holy geez! Is it really the weekend already? Where has my week gone? Do you know that I have not gotten a thing of substance accomplished this week?


Okay, that's kind of a lie. I did go to a poetry meeting last night. And the laundry is mostly caught up. That's about it, though. I still have pictures from last weekend's gigs to sort and post as well as getting my booty in the shower and dressed for tonight's gig.

In case you're all wondering, I do have an actual blog for you today. And, glory of glories, it's a list!


My Top 9 Favorite Fellow Bloggers


Allie @ Hyperbole and a Half



I'm a new follower of this particular blog, but I've loved it since I stumbled across it by accident. Anyone that can post their drawings for the world to see is brave in my book...and that equals awesome. Also, she's a funny lady. We know how much I love funny ladies.

Amy @ Bitchin' Wives Club



A mother of three small boys who hasn't gone nuts yet? Super kudos!

Don @ Workforced



Don won his way into my heart by being the very first person to email me about my blog. Also, as a die-hard fan of Office Space, his blog makes me smile.

Jessie @ 20-Nothings



The name says everything. A blog about all of the nonsense that seems to captivate my peers.

Nic @ That's Not How You Do It



OMG! This chick will have me holding my sides from laughing! I feel bad that I'm getting so much humor from her struggles in life, but her writing style makes it hard not to. I aspire to be her kind of humorous.

P. Fenton Cosgrove @ How You Have Wronged Me Today



This man has some serious anger management issues. At least he's writing about it instead of actually assaulting the people he meets each day. I like to think he's me in male form... Can't you just see some of his topics as Tips for 'Tards?

Recessionista Du Jour @ Past Due



I'm a new follower to Past Due. My heart aches for her struggles, but YAY! for having the strength to write about it all. I feel like I have some things in common with her which keeps me coming back each day to read how she's dealt with every obstacle.

Sara @ Sara in Le Petit Village



I heart Sara! I'm jealous of her life in the hills of France. Also, she won my heart as my first pen-pal via blog. She never fails to leave me an uplifting comment and she even likes some of the same books I do. Kinda hard not to love a girl like that!

Sassy @ The Sassy Curmudgeon



Ah Sassy! This lady is funny, smart and the epitome of what I want to be. A successful writer. Even though she has a love for reality T.V. that I just can't wrap my head around, I want to BE her. Well, in me form though...it's not like I'm coveting her husband or anything. Does that make sense to anyone else besides me?


Lordy! I feel so much more accomplished now. Unfortunately, I'm still not showered so I should probably get going before I start stinking up the house. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend. If you haven't gotten your groceries for Thanksgiving yet...well you're probably screwed at this point. We went to the store yesterday and it was chaos. I don't recommend venturing out again until January.

Until next time, Toodles!

"After 30, a body has a mind of its own." -Bette Midler

*Warning* Today's blog is primarily for the ladies. Seeing as how I don't really know how it feels to be an aging man.


The thing about getting older, at least for me, is that it's not so much the number that affects me as it's the landmarks along the way that scream to me "YOU'RE FREAKIN' OLD!!"

A fellow blogger is turning the "Big 3-0" soon and her blogs have started me thinking...whatever happened to that list of things I was gonna have accomplished by the time I was 30? I feel like the "Big 3-0" has been stealthily sneaking up on me and all of a sudden I've turned around and noticed it's right on my ass like a bad tail-gater. I'll be 28 in a few months and now all I can think about are the little signs that I'm getting old, that pretty soon I'm going to be that lady instead of that girl.

Here are a few signs you might be following closely in my footsteps:

You know you're getting old if your joints ache or crack when you move.

You know you're getting old if you get called "Ma'am" instead of "Miss".

You know you're getting old when your son asks for a cell phone...and he's only in 3rd grade.

You know you're getting old when your friends ask you to go out and you choose to stay home because your shows are on.

You know you're getting old if you visit a chat room and you could have birthed any of the people in the room.

You know you're getting old if you notice that you have more gray hair than your natural color.

You know you're getting old when you start to look forward to nap time...and you're not in preschool.

You know you're getting old when they don't ask for your I.D. at the bar anymore.

You know you're getting old when you go out Friday night and are still recovering Monday morning.

You know you're getting old when the shows you enjoyed just a few years ago are now on "Nick at Night".

You know you're getting old when your favorite band is played on the Classic Rock radio station.

You know you're getting old if you see a girl dressed to kill and instead of being jealous, you want to tell her to cover up.

You know you're getting old when the people you partied with in college now invite you to weddings, anniversary parties and baby showers.

And finally:

You know you're getting old when in addition to plucking your eyebrows, you now have to pluck that annoying black hair on your chin that keeps popping up.

Just a few guidelines, ladies. I hope they help. And if you have anything to add to the list, leave it in the comments:)

Lucky Number 7

I'm truly shameless. I realize that this probably doesn't come as a shock, especially to those of you who know me well.

I am seriously jacking today's blog from a fellow blogger (one much more accomplished, I might add). I actually saw it a while back, but have been waiting to use it for...well, for when I didn't really have a decent blog to give you :p

So...many thanks to The Sassy Curmudgeon for your inspiration.


Today's blog is a list of 7 random things about me. The theory being, of course, that you other bloggers will then also blog with 7 random things about yourselves and everyone will have learned something new...or something like that. Anywho...here we go:

Random Fact #1

I am totally that chick in The Heartbreak Kid.



Cue the scene in the car, where said blond "chick" is singing along with EVERY song that comes on the radio. Loudly. Obnoxiously.
Yup, that's me :) I don't really care who's listening, where I am or if I sound good. If music is playing and I know the song, even if it's only a few lyrics, I'm gonna belt it out. And probably hum the parts I don't know. I vaguely remember being embarrassed about this odd trait when I was younger, but as I've evolved into my bitchy, I-don't-give-a-rat's-patooty adult stage, I find that I don't care anymore. People may look at me funny, they may even be wondering if I've escaped from the psychiatric ward at the local hospital. But I just smile in return and sing the next line. Let them wonder.

Random Fact #2

I quote lines from movies on a daily basis.
Damn it, Janet! I love you." "You're killin' me, Smalls!" and "Houston, we have a problem."



These are just some of my favorites. I do have to credit my two younger sisters though, for the second quote. It's from The Sandlot and I can't really remember which one of them started saying it, but it has become a family thing. Even my son says it and the movie was clearly before his time. And in case you didn't know, the first quote is from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the third quote is from Apollo 13. (However, if you didn't get that one, I don't really hold out much hope for you.) I have thousands of movie quotes stored in the Rol-a-dex that is my brain and I'm patiently waiting for an opportunity to use each one. If someone would only provide me with the perfect opening with which to respond "Nobody puts Baby in the corner." Also, if you haven't noticed, my blog titles are often movie quotes..or lyrics.

Random Fact #3

I am a ridiculously picky eater.
I know what you're thinking...how is that possible for someone who loves food as much as I obviously do? But it is definitely possible, I promise you. I know that some of my food issues stem from childhood. In fact, I'm sure that most of them do. Here's a just a few of my quirks: I don't like green beans or peas..in ANY form. I don't like bananas, except banana bread. I don't like onions. I'm allergic to tomatoes. (REALLY, I promise it's not a joke)

I am leery of other peoples' cooking, mainly because I don't know what "secret" items might be present...like onions or tomatoes or peas or...you get the point. I am NOT, as a rule, a fan of casseroles, there's just something about throwing everything in a pan and calling it dinner that says EWWWWWW to me.

Random Fact #4

I have an anti-foot fetish.
Now, I realize that may not be the correct wording, but it's what I've taken to calling my "condition". I HATE having my feet touched. As in, NO ONE gets to touch my feet, NO ONE! I've been known to kick unsuspecting ticklers, to scream obscenities at well-meaning boyfriends poised for a foot rub and have actually deprived myself from the glories that are pedicures until just a few years ago. So, I guess I should refine my policy. Only a select few people are allowed to touch my feet. The people at the pedicure salon (although, I will still kick if they tickle me) are part of this select few for the sole (ha ha, pun INTENDED) reason that they make my feet look so pretty! Which brings me back to my original point, everyone should really have an anti-foot fetish. Feet are GROSS! There's nothing sexy about them, they are made to be walked on and stuffed in shoes and socks all day. Seriously, if someone can explain the allure to me, I'm all ears.




Random Fact #5

I think chocolate is a universal cure for everything and should be a daily requirement.

And in my life it is a daily requirement. (A bit of an oxymoronic thing since I'm diabetic, but to each their own.) I sometimes think it might only be a "girl" thing but I know guys who like chocolate as much as I do, so I'm not sure. Whether it's something as yummy as a giant piece of chocolate cake or something as small as a Hershey's kiss, I try to have some chocolate each day...and I savor every last bit of it!

Random Fact #6

I can't stand stupidity or ignorance.

Unfortunately, it would seem that the rest of the world has yet to catch on to my point of view. I know I've touched on this topic before, and as I pointed out then, I do NOT walk around with my nose in the air thinking I'm better than every one else. Just the stupid people. I kid, I kid. But seriously. I would say that my main issue is that there simply is no reason for ignorance or blatant stupidity. Grow up, read a book, learn to spell, DO something! People should want to better themselves. Why would you want to remain an idiot?

Random Fact #7

I despise being called cute.
That word should be banned for females over a certain age. It instantly conjures up images of kittens, puppies and pre-pubescent girls. Not something an adult female wants to be associated with visually. Besides, there are numerous other adjectives to use. Tell me I'm beautiful. (Please, what girl doesn't want to hear that once in a while?) Tell me I'm pretty. Or sexy. Or attractive. Or...or...or...well, you get the point anyway. Also, adorable is on my "Do Not Call Me" list.




Well there ya have it, folks. Seven random facts, interesting little tidbits about little ol' me. I'm out for now, gonna go enjoy the rest of my weekend:)

Also, since you're done reading my nonsense for the day, please, please, please check out the link below and read a fellow blogger. She's hilarious and I'm sure she wouldn't mind a few more fans!

The Sassy Curmedgeon