Major Case of Bloggus Interruptus

It's probably impolite to talk about regularity....

but here goes my blog...
down the tubes.

If you're a frequent reader of this blog,
(note to self:  award frequent blog reader points to faithful blog readers)

you may have noticed that I have come down with a 

a major case of 

Bloggus Interruptus...

...a condition common to bloggers.

(say it isn't so)

With Bloggus Interruptus
a blogger's posts become more and more 

sporadic...

intermittent...

random.

(I’m hoping this is a mild case.)

The condition is frustrating because the blogger wants to maintain regularity, 

but finds a regular flow very difficult.

The blogger tries to find the time to sit down 

and form a blog,

but is constantly distracted.

Anywhooooo.....

The summer season brings many distractions

that interfere with an otherwise healthy blogging routine.

The lazy Kat Daze of Summer 

and days of soft serve ice cream 

are NOT good for the blogging track.

Also, the distraction of Chelsea's wedding 

("I do's" in less than 2 months...yikes) 

adds volumes to the disruption.

I long for my usual blog flow 

and have tried different ways to 
increase the fiber of my blog.

I’ve even increased my liquid intake to get my blog flow moving,

but apparently V and T’s

and

G and T's

just add to Bloggus Interruptus.

Thankfully Bloggus Interruptus is a temporary condition.

With a few blog supplements and blog softeners...
my condition should reverse itself...

especially when the 

lazy Kat Daze of Summer 

come to an end
and 
Chelsea and Austin are wed.
yahoo

I sooo look forward to becoming regular again.

Showering Chelsea with L-O-V-E

Last weekend Chelsea was 

"showered"

with love

by her family and friends.

Thank you to Faith and Carter 

for throwing Chelsea a beautiful bridal shower 
and 
making it a day 
we won't ever forget.

Anywhooo.....

Being the blogger that I am,
I am what I am
 I couldn't help but write a little "verse"
and it went like this:

"Our darling Chelsea went south to Bama

ten fleeting years ago.

Bid farewell to her friends and fam 

across the Mason Dixon, she did go.

Off to school with a smile

our sweet Chelsea ventured,

not knowing what the south would bring
in terms of adventure.

A big move for a little girl

who didn't go on sleep-overs,

not to a friend's house

or even to her neighbors.

I remember that day we said goodbye

as she stood holding her wooden clothes rack.

Her Dad and I turned emotional dishrags

as she turned and we watched her back.

Chelsea made many great friends,

many are bridesmaids here (at the shower) today.

As college coeds they have their stories,

I would venture to say.

They lived in the "Mansion",

with a pool in the sun.

They cheered at Bama football games,

"Roll Tide, Beat Auburn."

In her junior year Chelsea met Austin

a handsome ball player

with the greenest of eyes and

the tallest of stature.

One day Chelsea asked Austin

to her sorority dance.

The rest they say is history,

the beginning of their romance.

After college Austin pitched for the Phillies

which kept them many miles apart.

Chelsea always looked forward to the offseason

when it came to matters of the heart.

Last November her "Stone" gave her a rock,

happy tears ensued thereafter

as they began making plans for a life together

Hyatt-ever-after."

72 days and counting...

Less Reason to attend class reunions

Tis the season for Class Reunions...
a time to reminisce
with old classmates and friends

and find out 
if Bill lived up to 
“Most Likely To Succeed” 

and if Veronica is still deserving of 
“Best Looking.” 

(I voted for Betty.)

Social media, however, has changed everything.
It gives us less of a reason 
to lose weight, grow hair, and attend our reunions.  
Between Facebook, Twitter, InstaSham
and Google (you detectives know who you are)
the mystery is gone.
There is no shock and ahhhhhhh left.

You already know most everything...
where they work, how they look, what they cook,
and all that gobbledygook.
The only thing left to find out is 
if they were lying.

bahaha

Anywhoooooo………

PaulA and I met at Groovy UVM.

Every five years our class reunion info. shows up,
but we toss it out.
Social media probably isn't the reason...
it's probably because we were lucky enough 

to marry our best friend from college

crazy coeds

and

we have a reunion every day.

And with every reunion...
it goes like this:

"Hi.  It's so good to see you. 
How long has it been? 

Wait, let me guess, maybe 
8 or 9 hours. 

Oh, I remember now,  
there was that one time you popped in around 11 a.m. 

because you left your cell phone on the kitchen counter. 

How could I forget that?
So I guess it's only been about 6 hours.

And you haven’t changed a bit...even after all these 
hours. 
You still have your hair...
except the few strands I cleaned out of the shower drain...
and 
you haven't gained a single pound...
since last night. 

Oh, remember that time???
You remember that time don't you? 
We were having breakfast and
you had the bagel and cream cheese and 
I had the English Muffin with peanut butter?
Wasn't it the greatest?
Then you said, “See ya later honey. 
Remember?
And I said, "Have a good day.” 
I’ll never forget it.

Hey, let’s get together real soon. 
Let’s not let so much time pass between reunions. 
Let's do lunch next time."

Michael Jackson "Gone to Soon"

Earlier this week PaulA and I were channel surfing,
riding the remote until we

 landed on the Michael Jackson 
"This Is It" concert on the Palladia station.

I couldn't help get emotional when I first saw "This Is It" 
in the theatre and again when I saw it the other night.

No matter how you feel about M.J. as a person....
his talent can not be denied.

At age 50, 5 years ago on June 25th
Michael Jackson's voice was gone too soon.

Anywhooooo.....

Whenever you hear a Michael Jackson song,

it makes you want to “Get On The Floor” and “Shake Your Body.”

It doesn’t matter if you’re “Black or White”,

“Ben”, “Dirty Diana”, or some “P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing)”,

you feel like you “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin."

With a groove like Michael Jackson’s,

it’s only “Human Nature” you want to get on the floor and dance.

 If you’re like me you “Don’t stop til you get enough.”  

You just can’t “Beat It.” 

We each “Remember the Time”

when we first heard Michael sing and dance with the Jackson 5;

a young MJ who easily took the stage and limelight without any nerves or “Butterflies.”

 From early on, Michael  never had any privacy and 
I’m sure there were countless times he

wanted to “Scream” and yell “Leave Me Alone.”

Michael Jackson was loved around the world. 

His music found a way to bring people together and to “Heal the World.”

Those of you who also love Michael Jackson know that “You are Not Alone.”

When it came to the “Man in the Mirror”…

Michael had become a controversial figure over his latter years. 

Some thinking he was “Bad”, “Dangerous”...maybe a “Smooth Criminal"

and others thinking he was a brilliant artist and music icon.

Regardless of your position, his amazing talent and artistry earned him the title

‘King of Pop.’

Not only was his music "Workin' Day and Night"…

but his music videos were always a “Thriller”

with their innovative and “Off The Wall” revolutionary approach

to telling a story and creating a short film.

As one of his millions and millions of fans “I Can’t Help It”…

but I miss him "For All Time."

 Michael Jackson still had a lot of music left to give and was “Gone Too Soon."

Michael.....

Whenever we hear your songs...
we still wanna “Rock With YOU.”

Duncandog's Day

Deciding to get a dog is a 

major decision...

not something to be taken lightly 

especially in a family where you already have 

3 frisky kids that need to be

fed, exercised, and trained.

Kids being Kids…

our 3 kids

oh-so desperately wanted a dog…

they'd promise or say anything to get one,

So, of course, they made the proverbial kid promise:

"We promise (scout's honor) 

to walk, feed and help with the dog.  

Cross my heart...stick a needle in my eye." 

But as we all know…

those heartfelt promises never come true.

nope. 

Not in a dog's age do they ever happen.

Luckily the 3 plush Gund dogs 

and cute matching collars and leashes 

we gave them for Christmas did the trick for a while.

But,

I have to admit 

I kinda felt sad watching them drag their dogs around the house.

So we caved...

PaulA and I both had dogs growing up.  

I had a weinerdog, Brudus VonSomething

(with a name as long as he was) 

and PaulA had Duchess, the mutt.

It was now pay back time…

our turn to take care of the dog.

Anywhooo…..

 Duncandog was born this day 16 years ago.

Unfortunately, he's in doggie heaven 

so we haven't been able to celebrate with him 

for the past couple of birthdays.

But we remember his past celebrations. 

I'm sure his pals in doggie heaven are throwing him a big 

barking paw-ty tonight.

They probably invited all the bitches over for some 

chewing, digging, and private part sniffing.  

Just as it should be.  

Every dog has it's day.  

And today is Duncandog's.  

Happy day, Duncandog.

aka 

Dunks, Duncabunk, side of roast beef, Sir Pees Alot

Lucky Friday the 13th

Today is Friday, the 13th

and 

as luck would have it 

a full moon.

The combination of the two together is a 

double whammy 

of bad luck for people who are superstitious.

Lucky for me I don't have 

"Triskaidekaphobia" 
fear of the Number 13?

or

"Paraskavedekatriaphobia"

fear of Friday the 13th?

This Kat happens to love the number "13."  

I should...I was born on the 
13th... 

like my girl, 

Taylor Swift

although I don't write "13" on my hand.

People who have birthdays on the 

13th of the month 

have an infinite affinity for the number

and feel 

lucky about 

"Unlucky 13."

Anywhooo...

Today I hope you have the nerve to get out and enjoy the day.  

Please don't  let the 13th 

change your behavior in any way.

Unless of course, 

it involves skydiving.

Even I wouldn't press that one.

Luckily for President George H. W. Bush, 

his 90th birthday was on the 12th, 

His landing from his skydiving jump 

might have looked a little differently

today.

If it makes you feel a little more secure, 

carry a rabbit's foot in your pocket.

And for God's sake..

avoid all ladders, cracks, and black cats.

Oh, and don't sleep on a table.

Apparently that is bad luck.

(After all this time of sleeping on the dining room table...

who knew?)