Selfie CAUTION

Selfies are the thang these days... 

everybody's doing it.

Heck, selfies are so popular that 

even President Obama is "taken" with it.

kinda awkwardSLASHdisrespectul 

to be taking a selfie during the 

Nelson Mandela Memorial Service…

but hey, ho…

 who am I to call out the Prez.

I'll let his wife do that.

Tell me Michelle doesn't look beside her selfie 

over Barack's behavior.

go Michelle

So what's good enough for the Commander-in-Chief is good enough for

this Kat and PaulA.

our New year's eve selfie

Anywhoooo…..

Selfie Caution:  

Because of the head-to-head contact with the selfie...

"they" say that the spread of lice 

is on the increase.

Now I'm thinking Obama might want to rethink 

his selfie tendencies...

especially if Russian President Putin 

suggests taking a group selfie with him and 

other leaders of the free world.  

First Putin takes Crimea.

What next??

A head on 

lice invasion of the free world?

I have some advice…

aka

some wise words from this wise-ass.

A selfie might seem nice, but please think twice

you could pay the price, from the selfie vice

with a head full of lice.

Stay clear of Bo Bice.

First Day of Spring TBT

Today is

TBT - Throwback Thursday

and 

the first day of spring.

Coincidently 

this first day of spring 

is looking like a throwback to last year's

first day of spring.

However...
unlike last year,

the rascal rodent

Punxsutawney Phil

got it right this year

and predicted this long cold winter

into March

(which was good for Phil,

who was a whisker away from getting axed.)

Anywhoooo.......

Even though the calendar is saying

First day of 

SPRING....

our backyard is saying

"NOT SO FAST."

Happy First Day of Spring

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Top o' the mornin' to ya.....

This St. Paddy's Day morning 

I’m remembering past St. Paddy's Days with our

wee lil ones… 

running around the house looking for the

mischievous signs of the leprechaun.

You know the signs…

green milk, green bottled water, green toilet water...

whatever could be turned magically green

from a couple drops of food coloring.

I mean, from sheer leprechaun magic.

And lo and behold...

the signs magically appeared this morning.

(PaulA makes a cute leprechaun...you should see him in his wee lil suit.)

Anywhooooo………..

Today we are all Irish.

Even if you don’t have a green drop of Irish blood 

running through your veins, 

you have license to celebrate like an Irishman 

with a Guinness running through your veins.

Today I’ll be wearing o' the green, 

drinking o' the green, 

and talking o' the green. 

I might not have a drop of Irish blood, 

(like PaulA the leprechaun)

but I can easily get my Irish on 

with a drop 

of McCormick's Kelly green food coloring.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day 

to all lads and lassies, 

and special Irish blessings to PaulA and our sweet trinity…

Big C, Colinboy,Wishy and "Stone" (our future son-in-law.)

"May you find a pot of gold 

at the end of every 

rainbow."

Vegas baby

I'm not a gambler but...

and I have a really big BUT,

(you know what I mean)

 you don't have to gamble

to have a good time in Vegas, baby.

(I can't say Vegas without baby.) 

And we/I proved it by playing golf, 

visiting the Hoover Dam, 

dining at great restaurants, 

going to a show, 

lounging by the pool and 

enjoying the sights of Paris and fountains of the Bellagio.  

Oh and PaulA worked.

Heck, you can even get married here....

and have Elvis as the officiant.

(what do ya think, Chels?)

BUT 

(not again. don't say it again, Kat)

because you have to walk through the casino 

to get to your room or 

to get anywhere…

even non-gamblers can hear the call of the casino. 

And you know….when in Rome….

Interestingly...

roulette means “little wheel” in French and 

coincidently...

I was speaking French when my g** d** numbers 

didn’t show up on the *!* little wheel.  

With every spin of the little wheel… 

Vanna took away more and more of my chips...

until I was left chip-less and cheerless.

Anywhoooooo………

The next morning I decided to try my luck 

with the one-armed Bandito and win back my roulette loss.  

It was 10 AM and PaulA was at a meeting,
and hey...what happens in Vegas, baby…stays in….

I found it interesting to see what other folks 

had their asses planted in a casino seat at 10 AM.
I knew why I was there.

(Mama needs her first pair of Jimmy Choo's.)

(sure would be nice to ride the choo choo train.)

 I wondered if these folks were leftovers from the night before. 

Leftovers can be pretty dicey …especially after a night of booze, smoke, and tears.

Let me also say…

slot machines can be as cranky as the rest of us in the morning and not very cooperative.  

So as my luck would have it…

I didn't luck out. nope. 

no such luck was I winning back any cash.

better luck next time.

So, 

what happened in Vegas, baby…

stayed in Vegas, baby…

And that would be my dearly departed 

Benjamin Franklin.

This Kat doesn't like losing …WAAAAAHHHHH…

WAAAAAHHHHH

I guess you could call me a 

Re-Entry

Re-entry

is a 

bee-otch...

especially 
re-entry

that involves 
breaking the speed of sound...
into Planet Earth's atmosphere.

Apparently, acceleration wreaks havoc on the human body.

(just ask Sandra Bullock)

Anywhooooo.....

Almost as 
torturous 
as watching Sandra Bullock's re-entry  
from outerspace
to Planet Earth...

 is the re-entry

from this world 

Planet Paradise

into this world...

Planet Reality

Having to accelerate 

from a 

slow crawl off the beach...

to 

full speed ahead
shoveling 

of the front walk...

is also a bee-otch...

(just ask PaulA)

Winter Olympics Degree of Difficulty

I admit it…

I'm a Johnny-Come-Lately, 
new latecomer,

to the Winter Olympics,

mainly because I've been M-I-A 

in the C-A-B-O.  

Granted the games are televised worldwide,  

but I have been very busy…

trying to free a little worm from a bottle of Tequila.

degree of difficulty - 9.0

I have caught wind of the story of the slow speedskaters. 

Apparently the speedskaters also caught wind, 

as none of them placed above seventh.

So what's the over/under on the Under Armour controversy?  
Did the high tech new speed suit actually slow them down?  
Or was it a convenient excuse?  
Who doesn't love a convenient excuse?  

or a controversy?

Talk about a wardrobe malfunction.
Maybe if the skaters didn't wear a suit of armor under...

they would have had a better chance.  
sounds simple enough to me.  
just saying.

Apparently there was something about a flap in the design holding the skaters back.  

Before I start flapping my gums on this subject, 

I should confess that I don't speak 

the language of aerodynamics, 

but I do speak a little spanish language...
Me llamo es gato.

Donde es el bano?   

degree of difficulty...5.3

Anywhooo……

I plan on watching the Olympics from here on out.  

I'll be rooting for Team USA in hockey.  

The goalie, Jonathan Quick, went to Colinboy's high school. 
 (Apparently the kid had potential.)  

With the Russian team knocked out of the Olympics,
(let alone the gold) 
I'm hoping the team wasn't banished to Siberia.  

I'll be rooting for Gracie Gold 
to win the gold medal.  

The silver and bronze medals are not the right metal for her.

And in the spirit of what the Olympics are all about...

I'm rooting for all the Olympians to have a 
safe and competitive Olympics.  

As a tribute to Sochi, 

I put down the Tequilla and 

hoist a vodka.

degree of difficulty...2.0

Happy Birthday, Colin

Today may be Valentine's Day to most romantics…

but to me it is...

Colintine's Day.

Colin's Birthday 

and 

Valentine's Day 

all rolled into one sugary sweet day.

Anywhooo……

When you are a mom as lucky as me…

you have a son like Colin.  

A young man who is sweet, thoughtful, and loving 

to his mother.  

A young man who frequently calls just to chat and 

who keeps me a part of his life. 

It only made sense that Colin was born on Valentine's Day.

On this special day I can't help but reflect back and remember 
Colin growing up through his 26 years...
from the  

active blonde-haired bowl cut boy with a gleam in his eye…

to the determined young man driving off to Nashville.

So many pictures and special moments of Colin run through my head.

For  me, Special Moment 5,456,559

 was just a couple of weeks ago at Madison Square Garden.

It was incredible to see Colin playing on the BIG stage…

but just as incredible and wonderful 

was when Colin wasn't playing.

Special moment #5,456,560...

My son and I 
standing side stage at the end of the show,

confetti guns blasting paper pieces through the air 

2 dreamers…2 squiggles...
standing arm-in-arm.

Happy Birthday 
to my wonderful son
on his 26th birthday.

Colin,

Here's a cheers...

 to all the special moments 
still to come.