Those of you who are sleeping all snug in your beds ever wonder what the rest of us are doing? Well, as a chronic insomniac...I've decided to share a little bit of it with you.
First? We're hating you. Oh yes...you stupid, awful, dreadful, mean people that are asleep? At around 3 AM? WE HATE YOU!!!
Some people read or watch tv...some get up and out of bed...some try to sleep...
What happens when you try to sleep? You THINK things...
You've all heard what I think about when I'm not letting my mind wander...so you may not want to read on...
Why is E! running a show called "10 Minute Workout" for 30 minutes at 3 AM?
Wind...in and of itself...really shouldn't make noise.
Do NOT comment with the scientific answer here...believe me, I already know it...and immediately after having said thought, my brain was filled with Mr. Wizard-y voices of J telling me why and schematics of air flow around an object and then air foil...and it was exhausting! Should have put me right to sleep...but no.
Why is Spandau Ballet on a Chevy commercial?
What is it with bike helmets and no more blacktop on playgrounds because it's not "safe"? It was good enough for us! And what about Erector Sets?
And then I got the giggles because an hour or so before, during a Friends marathon, Joey and Rachel got the giggles over Homo Erectus. Yup...still funny.
Why are there always fast food type commercials within 2 or 3 commercials of some diet brand's commercial?
Maybe it's a marketing scam!
Maybe they're in cahoots!
What kind of word is cahoot, anyway?
Thanks, Google, I KNOW it's an idiom...I guess I should have specified etymology.
Maybe if I could stop thinking about stupid stuff, I would fall asleep.
Who counts sheep?
I guess shepherds.
And Scots.
Wait...it's Friday...well, it was when I got in bed...if I don't fall asleep, when can I eat meat again?
Some people say midnight, some say the next morning...I've always liked to hedge my bets...I'm not going to hell over a cheeseburger!
Eating after midnight...
Gremlins never made any sense to me. It's ALWAYS after midnight, technically, so really...
WOW! I haven't seen that in forever!
Do kids even know that movie now?
What if they get one by accident and break one of the rules?
Maybe kids just shouldn't get pets in Chinatown as a rule of thumb...
Ohhhh..."Rule of thumb"...I wonder what the etymology of that is.
I wonder if it's like a cubit?
I'll bet it is.
I love cubits! Bill Cosby was funny when he was young.
My pink taser is pretty.
I wonder if I can get a bedazzled case instead of the black nylon it came in...
Wait...
Can I have my taser bedazzled?!?
How humiliating would that be?
Explaining to your cellmate how you got tazed in the stones by a little 5'(almost)1...just give me the quarter inch and move on...woman with a sparkly, pink, taser!
How is it possible that there are times when there are NO reruns of ANY Law & Order franchise on?
Is that a sign of the Apocalypse?
Ok...wait...so...8 planets...5 food groups? Anything else I should know about? I think the continents and the oceans are still all set...I'm not touching countries!
Ohhh!!!
Law & Order!
Score!
And then it was daylight...
You're welcome.
XOXO,
~CAT
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Karate Kid
To all those of you who are up in arms over "bounties" in football...I have 3 words for you:
"Sweep The Leg!"
XOXO,
Moi
"Sweep The Leg!"
XOXO,
Moi
Friday, March 2, 2012
Aliens Are Real...It's in the Bible
I don't know why it is...but I ALWAYS hear the strangest conversations in doctor's waiting rooms.
I believe it was the History Channel playing in the waiting room. As I understand it, this was the waiting room...not the make new friends room...not the let's all share our completely insane government conspiracy room...but the History channel had other plans for my morning, and I'm quite certain that is was for no other reason than to test my patience with the other patients!
This can't POSSIBLY have happened.
The woman next to me...it's a tiny room and often SRO...apparently has VERY strong opinions about aliens. The first words out of her mouth and I immediately donned my sunglasses to hide the eye-rolling.
And so it began...
Aliens are real!
For the record, I do believe in aliens. Not in the lunatic, let's sit in lawn chairs in the desert and watch for UFOs all night, sense of the word. I simply believe it's incredibly arrogant and short sighted to assume that, in an infinite universe, we are the ONLY beings in existence...from primordial ooze to text messaging. As for the lore...them looking like all the pics and drawings and insanity and propaganda surrounding them...I find that a bit absurd. However, I also think it's pompous and caviler and perhaps a bit pathetic for a "rational" or "reasonable" to assume that we are alone. Just a little something to think about...
(especially considering I'm always right ;))
Back to the waiting room. I'm not sure which bit set her off...but sweet Lord, something did!!! Aliens, you see, are living among us, and have been for quite some time! Earth is a prison and that is why we can't get anywhere to see them...and when they come visit here, they can't escape the prison, therefore, they walk among us. Just look at all the PROOF! There's no way humans could conceivably come up with the technology we use on a day to day basis. Though Roswell was fake, it was the catalyst that for the pairing of the government and Hollywood. Most sightings are real. As a matter of fact, the more they appear to be fake, the more likely it is that they're real. The aliens, you see, are very, very smart...so they familiarize themselves with our movies and CARTOONS, and pattern their UFOs after them. Those aliens are so sneaky! HA! Hollywood is even sneakier...they pattern UFOs after the real ones...to give the government plausible deniability. Oh....but she was only getting warmed up, my friends!
You see, she had PROOF!!! Now I know what you're thinking...if Roswell isn't real...what proof could she possibly have? Ohhh...I do hope you're sitting...
Her indisputable proof? THE BIBLE! That's right...the Bible...primarily Genesis. She was still going on about the biblical proof of aliens when I was mercifully called from the waiting room...but not before I learned that that is how people lived to be over 900...lepers were shedding their alien forms...or not adapting properly to their human forms...or that that is how Jesus REALLY rose from the dead.
And on that note...I have nothing further to say on this matter because...well...I just...yeah...
XOXO
~CAT
I believe it was the History Channel playing in the waiting room. As I understand it, this was the waiting room...not the make new friends room...not the let's all share our completely insane government conspiracy room...but the History channel had other plans for my morning, and I'm quite certain that is was for no other reason than to test my patience with the other patients!
This can't POSSIBLY have happened.
The woman next to me...it's a tiny room and often SRO...apparently has VERY strong opinions about aliens. The first words out of her mouth and I immediately donned my sunglasses to hide the eye-rolling.
And so it began...
Aliens are real!
For the record, I do believe in aliens. Not in the lunatic, let's sit in lawn chairs in the desert and watch for UFOs all night, sense of the word. I simply believe it's incredibly arrogant and short sighted to assume that, in an infinite universe, we are the ONLY beings in existence...from primordial ooze to text messaging. As for the lore...them looking like all the pics and drawings and insanity and propaganda surrounding them...I find that a bit absurd. However, I also think it's pompous and caviler and perhaps a bit pathetic for a "rational" or "reasonable" to assume that we are alone. Just a little something to think about...
(especially considering I'm always right ;))
Back to the waiting room. I'm not sure which bit set her off...but sweet Lord, something did!!! Aliens, you see, are living among us, and have been for quite some time! Earth is a prison and that is why we can't get anywhere to see them...and when they come visit here, they can't escape the prison, therefore, they walk among us. Just look at all the PROOF! There's no way humans could conceivably come up with the technology we use on a day to day basis. Though Roswell was fake, it was the catalyst that for the pairing of the government and Hollywood. Most sightings are real. As a matter of fact, the more they appear to be fake, the more likely it is that they're real. The aliens, you see, are very, very smart...so they familiarize themselves with our movies and CARTOONS, and pattern their UFOs after them. Those aliens are so sneaky! HA! Hollywood is even sneakier...they pattern UFOs after the real ones...to give the government plausible deniability. Oh....but she was only getting warmed up, my friends!
You see, she had PROOF!!! Now I know what you're thinking...if Roswell isn't real...what proof could she possibly have? Ohhh...I do hope you're sitting...
Her indisputable proof? THE BIBLE! That's right...the Bible...primarily Genesis. She was still going on about the biblical proof of aliens when I was mercifully called from the waiting room...but not before I learned that that is how people lived to be over 900...lepers were shedding their alien forms...or not adapting properly to their human forms...or that that is how Jesus REALLY rose from the dead.
And on that note...I have nothing further to say on this matter because...well...I just...yeah...
XOXO
~CAT
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day???
As was expected, this little Princess was all alone on Valentine's Day. DH took a jet to Ellsworth AFB, where we lived for 4 and half years, and they had too many meetings to make the flight back. Does this surprise me? If you are a milspouse...particularly an aviator's wife...you are probably laughing right now. Being alone on a holiday or going stag to a function aren't new to us. We roll with it...we share a finely honed talent for making the best out of a less than ideal situation.
I found a certain humour in the fact that he was alone on Ellsworth during a holiday, as I have spent so many there myself. Thinking of Ellsworth and my first holidays alone will always remind me of 9/11. He was at Nellis that morning and I was alone...we were in our first house. I don't really feel like stirring up all those emotions...not for myself or for anyone else. It just jumped in my head when I realized that this time, DH was there alone on a holiday.
I asked him to go and take a picture of our first real home...
This is what he sent:
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I do not like change.
XOXO
~CAT
I found a certain humour in the fact that he was alone on Ellsworth during a holiday, as I have spent so many there myself. Thinking of Ellsworth and my first holidays alone will always remind me of 9/11. He was at Nellis that morning and I was alone...we were in our first house. I don't really feel like stirring up all those emotions...not for myself or for anyone else. It just jumped in my head when I realized that this time, DH was there alone on a holiday.
I asked him to go and take a picture of our first real home...
This is what he sent:
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I do not like change.
XOXO
~CAT
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Things Your Mother Should Have Taught You...
Let's go over a few things that your mother's should have taught you...
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
Yes, first impressions last a lifetime and you should always present your best self...BUT...everyone has their own personal style and interests...just because ours may differ from theirs, doesn't make either less valid.
Axiom to book/cover...you are not defined by your possessions.
It is vulgar to discuss money.
Whether it's how much you have or how much you need, it's not for public consumption. Sharing shopping tips or bargains? Fantastic! Have at it! Our friends and family can be our greatest resource when it comes to ideas about home-keeping, style, investments, new products, etc. That said, broadcasting how much you do or don't have in the bank? What will it accomplish? Making others jealous or making others pity you? Nothing good can come of it. Keep it to yourself.
There is a difference between Money and Power.
Just this once, I'll break the rule about talking about money as this is a matter of public record...let's consider a few salaries...just to be clear...
President of the United States: $400,000 per year
Chief Justice, US Supreme Court: $223,500 per year
Tim Allen: $225,000 per episode
Ashton Kutcher (highest paid television actor): $700,000 per episode
Pope: $0
Queen of England: £32.1m last year
Prime Minister of the UK: £142,500 per year
Enough said.
I hope this clears up any lessons from Mom on which some people made need a refresher. Feel free to let me know if I've left anything out that bears repeating and/or explanation. I'm here to help.
XOXO,
CAT
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
Yes, first impressions last a lifetime and you should always present your best self...BUT...everyone has their own personal style and interests...just because ours may differ from theirs, doesn't make either less valid.
Axiom to book/cover...you are not defined by your possessions.
It is vulgar to discuss money.
Whether it's how much you have or how much you need, it's not for public consumption. Sharing shopping tips or bargains? Fantastic! Have at it! Our friends and family can be our greatest resource when it comes to ideas about home-keeping, style, investments, new products, etc. That said, broadcasting how much you do or don't have in the bank? What will it accomplish? Making others jealous or making others pity you? Nothing good can come of it. Keep it to yourself.
There is a difference between Money and Power.
Just this once, I'll break the rule about talking about money as this is a matter of public record...let's consider a few salaries...just to be clear...
President of the United States: $400,000 per year
Chief Justice, US Supreme Court: $223,500 per year
Tim Allen: $225,000 per episode
Ashton Kutcher (highest paid television actor): $700,000 per episode
Pope: $0
Queen of England: £32.1m last year
Prime Minister of the UK: £142,500 per year
Enough said.
I hope this clears up any lessons from Mom on which some people made need a refresher. Feel free to let me know if I've left anything out that bears repeating and/or explanation. I'm here to help.
XOXO,
CAT
Monday, February 6, 2012
Happy Birthday, Mr. President!
As most of you know, regardless of my feelings about a particular administration, I will NEVER speak out, publicly, against them. I have the utmost respect for our Nation, our Constitution, and the Office of the President of the United States of America. That said, just like anyone else, I have my favourite. And again, as most people know, my all time favourite, the President that every other President should strive to emulate...is RONALD REAGAN.
Today would have been his 101 birthday. In, what I considered to be a shocking turn of events, on 28 July 2010, California officially dedicated 6 February as "Ronald Reagan Day"! It is now my favourite holiday and I am of the opinion, and I know you will be utterly flabbergasted...I do, in fact, expect prezzies. I know...someone could knock you over with the feather that I would expect prezzies on a holiday...but that's how I roll! (Yes, I am aware that I can not pull off the phrase, "That's how I roll.")
Those of you who follow me on Twitter (@PrincssPrepPink) or are Facebook friends know that I spend the week sharing my favourite Ronnie quotes. I also wear a T-shirt with a picture of my beloved Ronnie and the phrase, "Sometimes the world needs a cowboy." There are so many things blog-worthy about him...but I have chosen to share how he touched my life, personally.
Let me preface this by saying, I shall NOT be mentioning my age at the time...but on 19 June 1986, Ronald Reagan become the first sitting POTUS to give a high school Commencement Address.
Whilst it wasn't my graduation, I was not in the auditorium to witness his speech first hand, only through the loud speakers set up outside. That said, I was lucky enough to be right up front as Marine Corps One land on the athletic fields and he made his remarks outside the school preceding the graduation ceremony. To this day, I swear we made eye contact...it felt as if he was speaking to me, personally. I'm sure most people who have been in his presence at some point felt the same way. He truly was the Great Communicator. And though most people FEEL that way...I KNOW we made eye contact...I KNOW he was speaking to me. The voices in my head agree.
That was the day I fell in love. Ronald Reagan is one of my heros...and I assure you it is a very short list!!! The world was a better place for having him in it...and his passing was part of the end of an era in which America had a breed of cowboy that defined us. Thank you, President Reagan. Thank you, John Wayne. Long live Clint Eastwood...
XOXO
~CAT
Today would have been his 101 birthday. In, what I considered to be a shocking turn of events, on 28 July 2010, California officially dedicated 6 February as "Ronald Reagan Day"! It is now my favourite holiday and I am of the opinion, and I know you will be utterly flabbergasted...I do, in fact, expect prezzies. I know...someone could knock you over with the feather that I would expect prezzies on a holiday...but that's how I roll! (Yes, I am aware that I can not pull off the phrase, "That's how I roll.")
Those of you who follow me on Twitter (@PrincssPrepPink) or are Facebook friends know that I spend the week sharing my favourite Ronnie quotes. I also wear a T-shirt with a picture of my beloved Ronnie and the phrase, "Sometimes the world needs a cowboy." There are so many things blog-worthy about him...but I have chosen to share how he touched my life, personally.
Let me preface this by saying, I shall NOT be mentioning my age at the time...but on 19 June 1986, Ronald Reagan become the first sitting POTUS to give a high school Commencement Address.
Whilst it wasn't my graduation, I was not in the auditorium to witness his speech first hand, only through the loud speakers set up outside. That said, I was lucky enough to be right up front as Marine Corps One land on the athletic fields and he made his remarks outside the school preceding the graduation ceremony. To this day, I swear we made eye contact...it felt as if he was speaking to me, personally. I'm sure most people who have been in his presence at some point felt the same way. He truly was the Great Communicator. And though most people FEEL that way...I KNOW we made eye contact...I KNOW he was speaking to me. The voices in my head agree.
That was the day I fell in love. Ronald Reagan is one of my heros...and I assure you it is a very short list!!! The world was a better place for having him in it...and his passing was part of the end of an era in which America had a breed of cowboy that defined us. Thank you, President Reagan. Thank you, John Wayne. Long live Clint Eastwood...
XOXO
~CAT
Friday, January 27, 2012
Confessions of Monogram Shopaholic: Pink Monogram Edition
Sooooo...I don't remember exactly how it came up...but one day, I looked Husband straight in the eye and told him that I knew the value of a dollar. When he was done laughing...I'm pretty sure he shared his laugh with the rest of my family...who, judging by their laughter, seem to agree with him.
When I see something I HAVE to have...I can't be stopped. I may not know the value of a dollar, but I know the value of an item based on it's importance to me. I also know that the value of any item, for me, increases exponentially once it's been monogrammed. Then the item becomes like me...one of a kind. There is nothing I found, so far, that isn't improved by personalization. You can imagine, then, that whenever I get loose on The Pink Monogram, I fall in love with everything!!! When DH hears me mention The Pink Monogram I swear little cartoon dollar signs spring out of his eyes and his ears are full of cha-chingy, slot machine sounds.
Hi. I'm CAT. I'm a shopaholic.
Just a few of my The Pink Monogram finds...
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Ok, so maybe I'm not the MOST frugal person...perhaps I have a SLIGHT shopping addiction...there are worse things in life, right? I mean, some people go out of the house with no makeup on! Some people chew with their mouths open! Some people even where white after Labor Day!!! But the WORST??? Some people don't volunteer their time or give to charity!!!
I know! You're all shocked...but sadly, it's true.
I am always more likely to shop from a merchant that I know gives back. I approached my fantastic sponsor, The Pink Monogram, for a donation for the Queen of Hearts Aloha Fundraiser, I was barely able to ask before she was saying yes! I don't know about you, but for my money...that I value in my own way (how many new monogrammed things I can buy with it)...The Pink Monogram is a merchant from whom I will ALWAYS shop. Not only is everything I buy there adorable...at the end of the day, I know the more I shop, the more The Pink Monogram will able to donate when asked...all the while knowing, that no matter what I buy...it's just for me...one of a kind.
Like Moi.
Like The Pink Monogram.
THAT's VALUE.
Great! Now I want to shop again...
XOXO,
CAT
When I see something I HAVE to have...I can't be stopped. I may not know the value of a dollar, but I know the value of an item based on it's importance to me. I also know that the value of any item, for me, increases exponentially once it's been monogrammed. Then the item becomes like me...one of a kind. There is nothing I found, so far, that isn't improved by personalization. You can imagine, then, that whenever I get loose on The Pink Monogram, I fall in love with everything!!! When DH hears me mention The Pink Monogram I swear little cartoon dollar signs spring out of his eyes and his ears are full of cha-chingy, slot machine sounds.
Hi. I'm CAT. I'm a shopaholic.
Just a few of my The Pink Monogram finds...
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Ok, so maybe I'm not the MOST frugal person...perhaps I have a SLIGHT shopping addiction...there are worse things in life, right? I mean, some people go out of the house with no makeup on! Some people chew with their mouths open! Some people even where white after Labor Day!!! But the WORST??? Some people don't volunteer their time or give to charity!!!
I know! You're all shocked...but sadly, it's true.
I am always more likely to shop from a merchant that I know gives back. I approached my fantastic sponsor, The Pink Monogram, for a donation for the Queen of Hearts Aloha Fundraiser, I was barely able to ask before she was saying yes! I don't know about you, but for my money...that I value in my own way (how many new monogrammed things I can buy with it)...The Pink Monogram is a merchant from whom I will ALWAYS shop. Not only is everything I buy there adorable...at the end of the day, I know the more I shop, the more The Pink Monogram will able to donate when asked...all the while knowing, that no matter what I buy...it's just for me...one of a kind.
Like Moi.
Like The Pink Monogram.
THAT's VALUE.
Great! Now I want to shop again...
XOXO,
CAT
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