Happy Easter

What's in your basket?

I hope E. B. left you a basketful of goodies.

(make mine chocolate)

Even husbands get baskets.

PaulA

found a 

tape measure in his basket -

heavy duty

25 ft. 

self-locking

high-vis 

 dark blue 

E. B. went all out.

(not sure why he didn't look more excited.)

Anywhooooo…..

I remember an Easter...

back in the day...

when I was just a kitten

(not this ole alley Kat.)

 E.B. brought me the best basket ever.

Nestled in the green plastic grass...

I found

candy, 

jelly beans,

candy cigarettes,

 and a pen in the shape of a cigar.  

To me...

there was nothin' better than a

“Jr. Smoker’s Easter Basket.”

(This kitten purred with happiness.) 

I loved doing my homework with my cigar pen,

while smoking my candy cigarettes...

very relaxing.

I hope your Easter was as smokin’

as mine was...

back in the day.

Hoppy Easter

Getting the Last Laugh

"They" say laughter is the best medicine

and I agree…

except when laughter 

gets you a fine or 

lands you in jail.

That just isn't funny.

There is a 42 year old man from Long Island 

who was charged for 

"disturbing the peace" 

because of laughing...

in his own home. 

He could get fined 500 dollars or get 30 days in jail.

He admits he frequently breaks out into laughter 

from his bathroom window 

or 

as he calls it... 

a "hardy giggle."

(weirdo alert)

His laughter was making his neighbor mad…

in many ways,

 so the neighbor called the cops.  

The cops have been called different times 

throughout the years...

so there is probably more going on between them.

There's probably a score to settle

or old grudges festering 

over things like...

not returning a chain saw,

the backyard chicken coop,

 loud music late at night

(but enough about how I irritate the neighbors.)

It will be interesting to see who gets the 

last laugh.

Anywhoooo….

I admit it….

I, too, have gotten "in trouble" for laughing, 

but thank goodness...

no fine or time for me.

When I was in college, 

my friend who lived next door in the dorm 

frequently complained about my laughing. 

It's not like I was laughing 

for no apparent reason.

I had good reason…his name was PaulA.  

PaulA always had me in stitches whenever he visited.   

(btw-I still have that white with blue gauze shirt.)

I had no idea how she could hear me laughing 

through the walls.  

The dorm room walls were as thick and solid as 

those of a prison cell. 

Apparently my laughter could permeate concrete.

Now that I think about it…

it's really funny ...

how much my laughter bugged her.

Wait,

now I'm cracking myself up.

I love getting the 
last laugh.

Dustin Lynch - Colin on Jimmy Kimmel Live

Well I did it.  

This Kat stayed awake 

 to watch 

Jimmy Kimmel Live

11:35pm - 12:37am.

I'm not usually up late 

watching television…

ala a late night owl  

or slinking around 

ala an alley Kat...

but

there wasn't 

"a Kat in hell's chance"

(huh? weird expression)

that I was going to miss seeing 

Colin play with Dustin Lynch 

on Jimmy Kimmel last night.

My excitement for them 

probably helped to keep

 my eyelids open

And... 

the Katnap that I took around 10:30pm 

didn't hurt.

Anywhoooo…..

I could have easily watched the videos

  of their performance today, 

and not missed any much needed beauty sleep,

but watching it last night

in the moment 

was soooo much fun.

Great show, guys.

Colin, I'll always be your #1 Fan.

Happy 7th Twitterversary

Today is the 7th anniversary 

of the first 

Tweet.

Co-founder Jack Dorsey 

(wish I was the other founder) 

sent the first tweet which read, 

 "just setting up my twttr."

I might have gone with:

  "Twitter is gonna make us rich, RICH, RICH." 

I remember 

Alexander Graham Bells' first words  

on his

telephone call 

to his assistant, Thomas Watson 

137 years ago... 

(Not that I was born 137 years ago. 

I was born the year after.)

"Mr. Watson-come here-I want to see you." 

ummm...I'm thinking that lacked pizzaz.

I'm liking

"yo yo Wat, wassup-get back here"

so much better.

Anywhooooo……..

Now words like 

Twitter, 

tweet, 

re-tweet and 

hashtag 

have become a part of our vocab.

(They might even be on school spelling lists.)

#absurdcomment

So....

In honor of Twitter's 7th Twitterversary…

I am posting 

My Twitter Tongue Twister

Twanda Twain tweeted a twit of twittered tweets.

A twit of twittered tweets Twanda Twain tweeted.

If Twanda Twain tweeted a twit of twittered tweets

How many tweets of twitter did Twanda Twain Tweet?

#TKatTweetsyou

First Day of Spring?

My calendar is saying that 

today is 

the first day of 

SPRING....

BUT

my backyard is saying

"NOT SO FAST."

Anywhooo....

I think we need to fire

Punxsutawney Phil.

That rodent

had my hopes up for an early spring...

and he didn't deliver.

I'm sure there is another species 

 that could do a better job...

ze Kat, maybe?

Happy First Day of Spring

Hostess with the Most-est

Hostess lovers can relax...

Twinkies, Ding Dongs, and Ho Ho's  

live to see another shelf 

life…

which by some calculations  is at least 60 years.

Four months ago,
Hostess
(after facing a Host ess of problems)
was forced to

shut down its production 

which caused massive
Twinkie Hoarding.

you're gonna need a bigger cubicle.


But alas...
Twinkie Lovers Rejoice.
The company that bought
Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
has also bought
Hostess.



Nothing like a PBR to wash down a Ho Ho.

PBR and a Ho Ho...

sure will give new meaning to 
"Hostess with the most-est"

Anywhooo….

You wouldn't find me hoarding a Twinkie.
There is another 
snack that takes my cake.

I have an ultra affinity 

for the Devil Dog...

which goes back to my elementary school days.  

I frequently found the little devil 

rolling around the bottom of my brown-bag lunch.  

Thank you mom.

Each creme-filled chocolately dog provided me 

with all the daily vitamins 

that have helped me to grow into this 

human-blogger-being 

that I am.

Woah, wait a minute...

something just occurred to me...

the answer to why I blog.

I have asked myself "Why" 

for a few years now

and today the answer comes to me...

"The Devil made me do it."

Viva la Devil Dog

Hello, Anybody home?

The home phone
is becoming a dinosaur...

"The Telephonosaurus"

and we don't have the ice age or asteroids
 to blame on it's extinction.

Now we all own 
cell phones 
that ring

Bruce…Beiber…or...Beyonce tunes 

in our pockets or purses.

I remember back in the day

when our phone at home would ring 

and we'd jump to answer it…

had to know who was on the other end. 

And if it wasn't for you,

 you'd yell 

"SO-AND-SO, TELEPHONE."

(hey, who ya calling a so-and-so?) 

Then you'd stretch the cord as far as it could go 

to get another 4 inches of privacy.

And whenever you heard:

“IT’S LONG DISTANCE"

 you'd break your neck or stub your toe

 to get to the phone ASAP.   

With long distance calls there was no dilly dallying.

  Extra tick tocks on the clock were costly.

I didn't get long distance calls…

until I met my boyfriend, (turned husband) 

PaulA.  

Nothing was more exciting than hearing: 

"KAT, TELEPHONE.  
IT'S LONG DISTANCE."

  Knowing that PaulA was breathing on the other end 

(okay, not scary heavy breathing) 

I'd drop whatever I was doing, 

run through the house, 

jump over the dog,

 and grab the phone.  

Our home phone rarely rings these days.

I would venture to say, that is the case in most households.  
And usually the person calling your home phone

 is someone you'd rather not hear from,

 let alone break anything for.   

Let it ring.

Anywhoooo……

I also remember calling home from college…
which meant using the pay phone 

on our dorm floor.  

One phone was shared by 

30 girls on the same 

"call home on Sunday" schedule.

We would all have to wait and take turns, 
and wait some more…

It's sounds crazy when I think about it now.

And when it was my turn... 

I found a way to settle in.