Gone to the Dogs

Are you looking forward to the Super Bowl?

Maybe you don't have a dog in the hunt…

so you don't really care about the BIG game. 

PaulA and I are VERY interested in the Super Bowl this year.

For us, the New England Patriots are 

top dog…

even with their deflated balls.

Should you not have a dog in the hunt…

there are always commercials to watch 

and snacks to eat.

It's all about the food,

'bout the food, 

not football.

I'm actually very surprised that some commercials have already aired...

and this year it seems the commercials have gone to the dogs...

in more ways than one.

Have you seen the Budweiser "Lost Dog" commercial?

I won't spoil it for you…

but the lost puppy gets rescued by the 

Clydesdales. 

 schWin 

Then there is the 

GoDaddy "Journey Home" commercial.

Again, I won't spoil it for you...

but the puppy finds his way home only to be 

sold online by his owners.  

Fail

The GoDaddy commercial received so much negative criticism that the company pulled the ad early saying the brand 

"missed the mark."  

Ummm... I think they meant to say it 

"pissed the mark." 

It doesn't take a rocket scientist/animal activist…

to realize the commercial wasn't going to pass the 

sniff test 

with Doggy Q Public.  

Some people love dogs as much or more than their own kids.

Right now...

the person responsible for that ad is in the doghouse 

or 

demoted to yard detail 

picking up puppy poop.

Anywhoooo….

The upside of the GoDaddy criticism is that the company has 

already gotten a lot of attention.  

And they say 

"even negative attention is better than no attention."

(just ask a middle child.)

Wait, there's an ad idea….

how about:

a  lost middle child is rescued and then sold on a 

website designed by GoDaddy?

Now that would be funny….at least 

to me.

Give Kat a raise.

whoop whoop

Deflate-Gate

It all started with Watergate…

Former President Clinton had Monicagate,

Former Congressman Anthony Weiner had Weinergate, 

Mark Zuckerberg had Hoodiegate,

and

who could forget Tigergate?  

Tiger wishes we all would.

The flood gates have re-opened.

 If you haven't heard…

where the heck ya been…

11 of the 12 balls used by the Patriots during their blowout AFC Championship win against the Indianapolis Colts were found to be under deflated by two pounds of 

air pressure per square inch (PSI).

And because Brady had previously gone on record that he likes his balls under deflated….

dum dum dum dum...

we have 

Deflate-gate.

Anywhoooo……

With the Super Bowl only a week away,

 the media keeps putting Tom Brady's balls in our face.

balls, balls, balls

It's hard not to groin 

with all this talk of balls.

Poor Brady had to stand in a press conference  

and have his ego deflated (along with his balls.)

  It had to be uncomfortable.

I'm surprised he wasn't more testy talking about his soft balls.

At this point deflate-gate is still under investigation.

I think we should wait before we sack Brady 

for his soft balls.

At this time we don't know…

who was handling Brady's balls before the game, 

but we probably have some idea who was handling them after the game.

sorry...couldn't help going there.

Tom Brady and Bill Belichick 

continue to plead ignorance. 

“I have always played within the rules,” 

Brady insisted at a Thursday press conference.

If Brady was smart…

instead of pleading ignorance…

he should plead 

SHRINKAGE.

It worked for George Costanza.

Are ya ready for some football?

Happy Bday Chelsea, 29 and holding

Happy 29th Birthday 

Chelsea

29 and holding…

(holding onto those roaring 20's)

It's so hard to believe Chelsea is turning the same age 

that PaulA and I were  when we had her 

back in Jacksonville, FL.

(refrain from doing the math) 

It was an exciting time and at the same time, 

a scary time.

One moment PaulA and I were a couple of yuppies...

working and just thinking about ourselves

and the next moment 

we were responsible for another human's well being.  

Because kids don't come with a set of instructions...

it's hard to be totally ready.

Apparently there's more to it than getting the car seat and crib.

Unless you've had a child before...

I think the "art of child rearing"

is something you learn

 as you go.

That is probably why the first child is considered 

the "test child,"

but 29 years later…

I would say Chelsea passed the test

or maybe PaulA and I passed. 
gotta love a True/False Test...50/50 chance 

I will always remember those early days and nights
with Chelsea…

being up with her in the middle of the night...

rocking her in the chair…

just the 2 of us...
getting to know my new bundle of love …

staring into her sweet face and being in total awe 

of the miracle of her birth.

The connection I felt for her was instant 
love. 
fierce.
and forever.

Those first weeks with Chelsea quickly turned into years…

29 of them.

We blinked

and 
Chelsea had grown into a beauty 
inside and out 

and 
as sweet as 
"Tupelo Honey."  

(the song Chelsea danced to with her father at her wedding on 9.27.14.)

Anywhooo….

Chelsea's 29th birthday is extra special
because

 it's not only her last birthday in her 20's, 

but it is her first birthday as 

Mrs. Chelsea Hyatt
aka
Mrs. Austin Hyatt

So as Chelsea turns 29 
and holding…

I'm remembering when we, too, were

29 and holding

our little treasure.
xoxox

Hare's to a Happy New Year 2015

Happy New Year 

2015 

is known as the "Year of the Goat" or 

"Year of the Sheep"

in the Chinese calendar.

I prefer sheep.

I think most people would rather be associated with

sheep than goat…unless of course, you are talking 

"black sheep" or "sheep in wolf's clothing."

Sweet Wishy Brianna was born in 1991, 

which is also a "Year of the Sheep."

She's neither the "black sheep of the family" or 

a "sheep in wolf's clothing"…

so that pretty much makes her the goat.

hehe Bri

Anywhoooo……..

It's the first of the year

and also the first of the month...

so you know what that means.

Time for the

 Parade of Rabbits.

After a big night last night,

I think you deserve 

a hare of the dog that bit you.

Rabbit,

Rabbit,

Rabbit

Hare's to a great year ahead.

New Year's Eve Creature Comforts

Last Day of the Year...

how did that happen?

So what are your plans for New Year's Eve? 

You've got a couple of hours to come up with something before you're doing nothing.

Anywhooooo……

New Year's Eve can be a crazy time.  

I find it best to stay away from the crazies

(other than those I'm related to) 

that's why I've never been to NYC on New Year's Eve 

to watch the ball drop.  

I don't quite understand the need to stand in the freezing cold with a million other people…

that after the ball has dropped…immediately flushes.  

Then the next 2 hours all people are looking for 

is a toilet to flush.

I prefer to watch the ball from my couch….

more warmth, less crazy, and a whole lot of toilet...

within 10 yards…all to myself.

There are other cities that are copy cats to the ball dropping in NYC.

Atlanta has the peach that drops

Nasvhille has the music note...

but no one tops Brasstown, N.C.

They have the possum drop…

yes sireee...a live possum.

Apparently animal activists went all protest on their 

possum drop.

Not sure why Peta got their panties in a wad

when the little creature is placed safely in a plexiglass cage before the drop.... 

only to be released later into the wild

and then run over.

Nothing like spoiling a Redneck's New Year's Eve.

The town's compromise is to use a dead possum…

roadkill.

I like their spirit.  

Now if I could only watch that possum drop from

the creature comforts of my couch.

See you next year.

(my 7 year-old self...

loves saying 

"See you next year.")

"TRADITION" by Katye

Whenever I say the word Tradition

I become Tevye 

from the musical play 
Fiddler on the Roof 
aka Katye

and sing "Tradition" in my best
Russian Jewish peasant accent.

when I'm alone of course. 

never in public. not cool.

This past Thanksgiving 

(like every other Thanksgiving)

 was a replay of tradition

sing it Katye

from our family walk before the feast 

to the game/competition/contest we play every year.

Back in the day...the contests started out tame

with trivia questions about family and the First Thanksgiving

but admittedly 
the games have escalated over the years into something more physical…

think Hunger Games…

the only difference?

no child has to die.

Let the Games Begin

Archery contest... 

only blow-up Bambi had to take the arrow.


Shooting contest...

at targets we hung from trees.  

BB guns can be dangerous

like when the gun jams and you check the end of the barrel …and shoot your  eye out.  

That never happened for real.

just in cartoons.
but the resulting eye patch would work great
for our Pirate Party in August.

The game I planned for this Thanksgiving, however, had me 

second and third guessing myself…

especially after PaulA saw that the game
 involved sharp objects and 
gave me that…

What are you thinking Kat? look.

I actually got the idea for our game when I was peeling spuds for PaulA's favorite 
mashed potatoes…
(Remember, I'm going for "Wife of the Year" award and PaulA loves his mashed potatoes.)

As I was peeling away…I got to thinking:

hmmmm….this potato is developing a profile similar to
 Jay Leno.  

Wait,

why not have a potato carving contest for this Thanksgiving?

And that was how the potato idea was baked. 

not fried.

Initially PaulA thought I was 

half baked…and fried

and that using carving tools 
might involve a trip to the ER…

but alas, 

no fingers were sacrificed 

in the making of any masterpieces.

Anywhoooo……

Although we carved out another great Thanksgiving…
we still missed
Colin

and the newlyweds

Chelsea & Austin

during our Hunger Games and Thanksgiving Day Feast.

Luckily for this Kat,

 everyone will be home for Christmas 

and our Christmas traditions.

"TRADITION"

can you hear me singing in my very best 

Katye accent?

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

The December
 First of the Month...

brings my good luck charm

in holiday form.

Rabbit

Rabbit

Rabbit

Anywhooo...

It's hard to believe it's already December...

just one month before the Book of 2014 is written and
becomes a dusty book of history
on a crowded shelf of years gone by.

So get out there and write the end of your 2014 story.

Will your story be one of

drama? self help? love and romance? adventure?
maybe a suspenseful giant cliff hanger? 
to be continued...
in 2015?

You be the author.

hmmm...
This Kat is feeling a Superhero story 
for the last month of December...
Urban Legend Katwoman 
buddies up with PaulA
and conquers blogworld...
in a supernatural erotica
redemption, revenge,
metamorphosis 
rites of passage fantasy.

Okay, very silly...
I took out the erotica part.
The rest is just perfect.