Saturday Morning Wrestling and Other Stuff

Good morning y’all.

It’s just a lazy Saturday here, which means The Husband Dude is watching his painting show on PBS, the teenager is still asleep and I’m writing and watching Mr. Luna (the cat) and Kova (the dog) fight over the patch of sunshine streaming in from the window.

Like literally wrestling for it. It looks like a furry version of Wrestling Entertainment in our living room.

Kova doesn’t really fight full on. She knows she could break the cat in two if she really tried so she just nibbles on him a little and pushes him over with her paw or nose.

She’s a good girl. Loves her mama. Loves Jesus and America too.

Did I mention I sometimes randomly quote song lyrics? Today’s random lyric by Tom Petty!

Mr. Luna, on the other hand, is an evil mastermind who I believe is plotting to take over the world.

In other words, a typical cat.

Anyway…

In Case You Missed It

This week, I calculated how crazy I am and summarized my marriage in five conversations.

I also got my first unofficial review:

“I love it! I love how blunt and straight forward you are!!! I’m tired of reading those mommy blogs. I need cuss words!”

Never knew my sweary mouth could be of use to anyone, but thank you!

If you’re on social media, you can find me on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest….and coming soon, Instagram!

Finally, I thought I’d repost some info from my About Kat page for those who might not have seen it and are curious who this weird, cussy, woman is and where she came from. Have a great weekend!

About Kat

I was born and raised in West Texas.

No, not Midland or Odessa, which is what people think of as west Texas. Basically, take I-10 as far west as you can go without leaving the state, to that little pointy part that looks like it’s flipping off Arizona and California, which in hindsight, it probably is.

That’s where you’ll find El Paso. It’s a fairly large city, but it’s pretty isolated. When people ask where it is, I tell them it’s about 100 miles west of nowhere in particular.

I grew up with my Mom and Dad, older brother, a menagerie of pets, and a housekeeper/nanny who was a lot like Alice on the Brady Bunch except her wisecracks were in Spanish and she didn’t have a beehive hairdo.

My school years were pretty unremarkable. I spent most of my time in high school writing trashy romance novels, thinking I was going to be the next Jackie Collins.

I did win one award my senior year for an essay that my Creative Writing teacher entered in a city-wide contest. Well, not an award, really. A certificate for Honorable Mention. The essays that actually won were “deep thought” type essays full of the depressing drivel that only an adolescent who has never actually experienced the shit of life yet can write.

What did I write about?

“You Are What You Eat”.

Like, I’m sorry that my parents love each other and I wasn’t dumped right before prom so I wrote something quirky and clever. Here, take the First Place trophy. Because you’re sad.

I’m not bitter or anything.

After high school, I headed to south-central Texas (not to be confused with south-central Los Angeles…most of us were straight outta the burbs or straight outta the farm) and attended Texas A&M University, where I majored in Spanish and minored in English.

I know. I left a Spanish speaking kind of city to major in Spanish at a school that is primarily known for its Agricultural and Engineering studies. Don’t ask.

My resume includes bookstore clerk, bilingual elementary school teacher, bookstore assistant manager, elementary school teacher (again), Fire Claims Adjuster, Auto Claims Adjuster and now blogger/writer.

I live in Northeast Oklahoma, where The Husband Dude brought me to live 17 years ago.

Together we have two sons, a daughter, a son-in-law, two granddaughters, a dog, a cat, and a wacky cast of characters that I’m sure will make it into this blog somewhere.