Slinging Blog Hash

Another blog year has come and gone. 12 months of slinging blog hash. yum. yum.

I looked at the numbers in my blog archive and according to PaulA: I am batting over 200 for 3 consecutive years...which he tells me is pretty good.

PaulA likes to equate things to sports. So when he saw my blog totals over the past 3 years...he couldn't help with the sports talk. Last week he was giving out 2 minute warnings. According PaulA’s calculations….I believe I’m headed for the Blogger Hall of Fame.


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PaulA may have his sports analogies, but I have my food analogies...not to be confused with allergies. (Every food agrees with me and I agree with every food.) So I like to put things in terms of food dishes.......

I’ve been serving up the blog hash for 3 and a half years. My blog, like any good hash...simmers for hours or in some cases years, to attain its true flavor. It is a multilayered concoction, made up of a unique variety of flavors. And for some it is an acquired taste. My blog hash contains few onions…I hear many people don’t care for them. And every blog hash is designed to be the perfect accompaniment to your day.

And for you leftover (again with the food) Hippies....you might enjoy my blog hash most...after you print it out...roll it up...and smoke it.

A Christmas Production

I finally put away our Christmas decorations. And it's not even Easter.

Dismantling Christmas is a production that involves many trips up and down the basement stairs...carrying the mish/mash of cardboard boxes and blue Rubbermaid containers. (Question to self: Would red and green containers make the process more fun?)

I would equate the dismantling of Christmas to the dismantling of a play set. By the time the play has run its course….everything has lost its luster, the excitement has fizzled out and the cast of characters in the production have moved on.

The cast of characters in my household totally fit that playbill. They moved on......

So I took the lead role and packed away the props...and left the boxes by the basement stairs...with the hopes that someone might take the subtle hint that the boxes CAN'T WALK THEMSELVES DOWN THE STAIRS. Interesting enough…no one in the cast showed real interest in sharing in my limelight. Even Duncandog wasn't interested in sniffing the boxes anymore.

But alas ( l love the word alas)…after going up and down the stairs countless times, I didn't feel guilty digging into the leftover Christmas chocolates I had squirreled away in the kitchen drawer...for a snowy day. (Note to self: Do not disclose secret chocolate stash.) (Note to Mother Nature: Let it snow.)

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Christmas is over. The final act played, the curtain closed…and the house lights have been turned up.

But during its heyday, our Christmas production was spectacular. The stage was meticulously designed and the characters played their parts with enthusiasm and passion. Colinboy even came home looking like Jesus. :)

And when our production began… I, too, had hoped to break a leg…with the hopes that an understudy could later help with the props.

PS. "Props" to my special cast for another wonderful Christmas together.

Starbucks Logo Gets A Face-Lift

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Why in heaven's name would you change something that has been working for you? Change, just for shitz and giggles???

I don't know if you've heard but the Starbuck's logo has had a face-lift. The altered logo...has an alter ego. The logo contains the same mermaid, but apparently she is confident enough to stand alone without the words "Starbucks Coffee" encircling her.

So why the new logo?

In a statement by the Starbucks founder, he called the change, a "small but meaningful update to ensure the Starbucks brand continues to embrace our heritage in ways that are true to our core values and that also ensure we remain relevant and poised for future growth. "

What the hell....who talks like that? What he's saying is that...they will be selling other products/not just coffee...and they think that they are kick ass like Nike and Apple, by using only a symbol for a logo.

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Okay, maybe Starbucks is expanding their menu beyond coffee. So why not just drop the words "COFFEE,” but leave "STARBUCKS" in the logo?

I've heard of name dropping...but this takes it to a new level. I think the Starbucks Marketing Dept. should wake up and smell their own coffee...before their customers find them and put their roasters in a mill and grind them up.

Starbucks must be feeling pretty good about themselves that they would drop their name from their product and just go with a symbol. We all saw how well that went for Prince.

I do understand that with an upcoming 40 year anniversary..why they might want a face-lift. But I hope they stop there. You can over do it with nips and tucks...just ask Heidi Montag.

And if you ask me, I think they should go with a simple logo that describes them best: $$$TARBUCKS

Touchy Problem

I am finding it hard to type on my new Droid. What makes it so tricky?...The touchpad. It sounds easy enough…but whenever I touch a letter...I get that letter…plus the 4 around it. So I spend most my time going backwards…deleting everything I just wrote.


I used to be a speed demon with my old phone. When it came to typing on my ole keypad, I was a regular road runner, so this touchpad thing is enough to turn me into Wile E. Coyote and send me over the droid edge…or off a cliff. (beep, beep)


Sometimes, I think I need a finger sharpener. I always thought that I had thin fingers, but apparently they are as big as tree trunks when it comes to typing on my Droid. It seems I need to work on getting my trunks into pencil thin shape. If I’m not careful I can end up with typos that are very inappropriate at the appropriate situation.


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Colinboy informed me of something that can get me in a heap load of trouble when using the Droid. The kind of trouble where you want to run and hide. The kind of trouble where you are on your knees begging for forgiveness. The kind of trouble with a capital “T”..(Kat…enough)


Okay. The problem: After you've made a call...you think you’ve hung up, BUT you haven’t. Apparently, many people have fallen into this trap with the Droid.


The trap…when after your call...you've called them #*!# ....and then you realize they’ve heard every word. And you’re not talking in Chinese..but precise 4 letter words, we all understand.


Sometimes I wonder if I should have stuck with my old phone, but then I realize that with advancements...come adjustments, learning curves, and straight lines. There is a lot to learn with the new Droid…I just hope I have the IQ required to operate it.


There is an upside feature to the droid touchpad. It has a touch key devoted to a happy face :) So with one touch of the pad…you can easily send out happy faces.


Which comes in soooo soooo handy after you’ve just ticked someone off …and you’re offering up a mea culpa…from over the edge. Beep beep. :)

Real Men Do Cry

I have met my match. Okay, technically we've never met, but we are definitely a match. Kat and John Boehner, a couple of cry babies. Wah wah wah.


Did you happen to see John Boehner on 60 Minutes...the new Speaker of the House...aka Weeper of the House? During his interview with Lesley Stahl he cried on her shoulder for at least 6 out of the 20 minutes he was on 60 Minutes. Tick tick tick. Time couldn’t pass fast enough.


I understand his waterworks. Emotions have a way of creeping up on you when you least expect them. I always get a good cry going during Folger’s commercials. They’ve always tugged at my heartstrings...but for some reason they don't tug at my purse strings. I never find myself running out to buy a can of Folgers.


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John Boehner is known for his crying, so "they" say his blubbering on 60 Minutes was no surprise. Dude, it was a surprise to me. Tears over "Terms of Endearment" are one thing, but tears over "Terms of U.S. Treaties" are just wrong.



In actuality (which is actual reality), I don't have a problem with John Boehner and his tears. I like it when a man shows that he has a heart, even if he wears it on his sleeve.

The biggest problem I have with all of this is is (love a double “is”) that if a woman cried during the same interview…she would be labeled weak, unstable, and a huge basket case.


For crying out loud...there is an unfair double standard.



It’s a crying shame when the tears of a woman politician are seen as lack of composure and the same tears “humanize” a male politician.


Maybe John Boehner’s tears are just a Crying Game… a way to gain support. He could be employing a “Cry Me a River” tactic…so Democrats will paddle on over to his side.


Or then again, John Boehner’s tears could be his actual battle cry, as he prepares to take over as Speaker of the House tomorrow.

Ps. I can hear you crying Uncle. I will stop now.

Holiday Hangover of Excess

It’s a good thing the period between Thanksgiving and New Years isn’t a day longer. For many of us…the holiday period is a time of total indulgence. A time when we throw caution to the wind with our credit card…and cookies, fudge and eggnog to our thighs.


Indulgences of excessive eating and excessive spending have the effect of leaving us with a holiday hangover. No wonder they’re both so much fun.

Anywhooooooooooo……………..


After two weeks of living La Vida Loca, we’re stuck with high credit card balances and extra lbs.....


We’ve enjoyed a crazy frenzy of hand-over-fist excess.
We’ve stretched our limits.
We’ve extended our capacity.
We’ve lived like there was no tomorrow.

And now it’s time to pay the piper for our indulgences.....
We have to trim back.
We must exercise deprivation.
We need to be lean and mean.

But, because we’ve been used to binging and excess.....
We have low interest…in cutting back.
We are only totally satisfied with instant approval and reward points.


We should be given extra credit because we are smart enough to know that when there is no pain there is no gain. We would be willing to come to terms with our excesses and renew our current interest in cutting back should we be offered the right incentive.


A new toaster could sweeten the deal…bread is so much better when it is toasted.

Happy New Year 2011

Happy New Year 2011!


The first of the month, of the first month of the year...rabbit, rabbit, rabbit. Woo hoo.



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What is a brand new year without a few New Year’s resolutions? Here are mine:

In 2011, I resolve to...............

Learn to play piano, like Beethoven

Buy a gerbil, name it Evan

Be good, so I get into heaven

Make a new friend, with the name of Devin

Hire a painter, by the name of Kevin

Go to Foxwoods, play lucky seven

Can’t take heat, stay out of the oven

Keep the faith, and spread a whole lot of lovin’



Here’s to a happy, healthy 2011! And another year of blogging.