Happy Mom’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day to all moms and all those great people who mother us when our moms aren’t around to do it.
Minime made me breakfast in bed: cheesy nachos with salsa, sour cream AND queso dip. Nothing says Sunday breakfast like nachos!
Roller Skating is the FUN-est thing ever!
Yesterday, we celebrated the 10th bday of one of my friend’s kids with a skating party at Tarwheels. I made sure it was ok with the birthday girl that I skated, too, not wanting to steal all her birthday thunder with my cool-osity on wheels.
In truth, there wasn’t a whole lot of cool-osity because those ill-fitting skates made the tendonitis in my right foot burn like a mofo, but! It really was fun. I don’t know what the deal was with the DJ, but he didn’t spin the really good tunes until near the end (”No Parking on the Dance Floor” and “Freakazoid,” anyone?). Once the hot tunes were cranking, I had flashbacks of being the same age as the birthday girl and skating my heart out with my buddies. A couple of us elderly parents were on wheels, and it really was pretty hard work, but I had the best time.
I want a skating party for my birthday! Let’s do a private party–hope they’ll let us play our own music since all us creaky old parental types were excited about the prospect of some punk tunes and skatemoshing! Hope someone will be on hand to drive us to the Urgent Care! Since I had no parties as a child, I insist on having them as an adult, so let’s do this in September!
It’s Stuck in My Head, Let It Be in Yours, Too…
Oh my god, I loved this song back in the day. But somehow, I’d managed to forget it…the Scottster being the download junkie that he is procured 1000 Pop Tunes from the 80s on his iPod, and we flipped through the intros to 691 of them Friday night. I was SO excited to hear this song, and it has been bouncing around my brain since then. I just had to share not only the song, but the video itself.
Sing along!
In you I’ve found a story I want to keep hearing.
In you I see all colors not just black or white.
In you I find a reason and hope for all dreamers
busy busy lately…
…but your favorite Kat is still around. I worked a whoooooole lot in April, so that entire month just sort of disappeared when I wasn’t looking. And I’ve started off May with a little too much work already, but I’m trying to get a grip on it before it gets out of hand.
Let’s see. I saw Clutch in their acoustic alterego at The Peel last week with Scott (love you, Scottster, smooches!) and that was quite nice. The crowd was well behaved except for a couple crazies, and of course, no concert would be complete without random tall guys standing in front of me so I have to lean to one side to see. Good stuff, though. And hey, was that Mark F. from Vic Crown I saw when I was leaving?? Thought so, but you were all wrapped up in conversation and didn’t want to interrupt. Long time, no see!
Had a massive allergy attack last week, too. A major snotstorm. TMI? Whatever. Any time I reign it in, I end up with a nosebleed. A giant snotfest, or a staining nosebleed. Can’t win. Piss off, pollen, just piss off.
Had to bury a cat over the weekend. Got run over in front of my house. An accident, of course, but the driver never stopped, and that’s ridiculous. Minime is so sad about it. Me, too, but I have to put on a little bit of a gameface to support her.
Chiquita’s baby shower was also this past weekend. Good times! Oh, the video games—forget this chitchat opening presents ooooing and ahhhhing blah blah, let’s play Galaga!! Next baby, Chiquita, let’s just eat and play Galaga. And sing “Tainted Love.”
Have my tix to CrueFest, taking baby bro with me. And I’ve ordered my tix to STP in August, so let’s all hope Scott Weiland doesn’t OD or end up in jail/rehab along the way so I can enjoy my realllllllllllllly good presale seats.
And now that I have my tickets, I am broke as hell. Broke broke. Like, ramen noodles broke. And that really bites. Send money.
Quote o’ the day
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they are capable of being.
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Dear Justin Timberlake:
Dear Justin,
I’m writing to let you know that you owe me 2 hours of my life back. I just watched Alpha Dog and I want to travel back in time and not put the DVD in tonight.
JT, I appreciate you shirtless just as much as the next female with a pulse, perhaps even more so, but wow. Whoa. This was horrible. HORRIBLE! Not even like fun horrible, just horrible.
So for those snoopers reading this private note written specifically to you, JT, I’ll let them know that Alpha Dog is the story of a bunch of stoners and the guy they “kidnapped.” My man Justin spends a good portion of this film shirtless, and even this was not enough to make it tolerable.
Supposedly based on a true story, the whole plot revolves around using the “F” word every 2nd or 3rd word while getting high. The story is so weak, so dreadfully predictable. But I tried! Oh, Justin, I tried to hang on, waiting for it to get better…it only got worssssssssssssssssssssssse.
Justin, please—don’t do this to me again. I’m going to put the DVD back in its little red Netflix wrapper and put it in the mail and pretend like this never happened. I’m going to youtube and I’m going to see if you can bring sexy back and bleach Alpha Dog from my brain.
I still love you,
Kat
Enough poking fun…
Glenn Danzig is my boyfriend. Here he is in the “Twist of Cain” video where I sort of want to pull his hair just a little…was that TMI?
Funny as hell part two…
Danzig and Shakira:
Thanks again to Chad at JFK’s Good People…really, that just cracks me up!
Funnnnnny as hell…part one…
Danzig’s grocery list:
Thanks to Chad at JFK’s Good People for making sure I saw this…
What happened to Clyde?
So I live in West Ashevegas, close to a piercing parlor known up until recently as Bonnie & Clyde’s. Of late, the sign just says “Bonnie” and it looks closed a lot more than it looks open. So what’s the dealio? Just curious.