Ok, so there is no baby's mama, but why all the drama?

Ok, so if you read my previous post, you know I have no kids (well of the human variety) but yet and still I have baby mama's drama! I also have half an ovary and I am on the pill, go figure! Oh well, back to the drama. So as some of you know, I am in love. Madly, deeply, all that crap poems are made of, that's the love I'm in. Don't hate, you too can fall in love one day. Hell, it took me almost 15 years to find my soul mate. I did and I am slap happy, well most of the time. Let me correct that 99% of the time. So why am I telling you all of this? Because it's my blog and I can talk about whatever I want, just kidding. Seriously, because there is a lesson in this post for today...you have to read it all the way through to find it though so no cheating.

Here's the story, you ready? Here we go.

Once upon a time in a land of no jobs, good credit going bad, women having a litter of babies (did u hear about the lady that had 8 babies at once? wow!), and people losing their homes faster than the value of mine can depreciate there was a woman, for the sake of the story we will call her Ms. CoCo. Ms. CoCo is really sweet, kinda funny and a little sassy. Ms. CoCo has no problem reeling the ladies in but keeping them has been a struggle. So Ms. CoCo meets Ms. Puffs. Ms. Puffs is sweeter than Ms. CoCo, she truly has a heart of gold, she's been around for a while but not totally hip to the game. So they meet and it is heavenly, they are perfect for each other. They now become Ms. and Ms. Coco Puffs. Ya following so far? Good. Here comes the drama.


Ms. Puffs has an ex, let's call her Ms. X. So Ms. X is evil and has control issues and tries to manipulate Ms. Puffs. Ms. Puffs goes along with it for a while while Ms. Coco sits on the sidelines fuming. Arguments ensue and the damage has been done. Lines have been drawn in the sand. It's Bush v. Saddam and Saddam has 24 hours to get out. So Ms. CoCo advises Ms. Puffs of all of this to no avail. So Ms. CoCo quietly, well not really, but quietly awaits the decision. Someone needs to retreat and it sure as hell won't be Ms. CoCo. Ms. CoCo is happy and no one is gonna mess that up except Ms. CoCo. So in order for ms. CoCo to get some relief from the stress she listens to music. She finds a lovely diddy entitled Shoo Fly by Syleena Johnson. Check out this link while you have a glass of wine.

Oh, the lesson in this story, don't rush to judgement. It will all work out in the end. Oh yeah, always have a fly swatter handy.

Til next time...see you in the mixx, the catsmeowmixx that is.

Who is the Catsmeowmixx?

Ok, so I'm gonna try this blogging stuff. So let me tell you a little bit about me. I am born and raised in Michigan, not exactly the hip place to be anymore but hey, it's home. I love to ramble on and on about dumb stuff so be prepared to discuss the latest news events to my boring night eating chocolate ice cream with my pets. I add a bit of sarcasm and wit to just about everything I do. I am a lesbian so that sometimes add a bit of drama to my life. I adore drag queens and hate chain emails. I used to be addicted to netflix, but now my addiction is my IPod. I love music, any kind of music (shout out the the O'Jays for that one.)

I have an eclectic sometimes neurotic group of friends. There names will be changed to protect the innocent. I love animals, I have 3 cats and 1 dog, yikes! I hate people who do not use turn signals, am I clairvoyant? NO! Turn on your damn signal when you are preparing to turn. My front bumber and your rear bumber would really appreciate it.

So what will this blog be about? Everything! Whatever pops into this wacky brain of mine will be fodder for the masses. Fodder, I like that word. Gonna use it more. Anyway, I digress. So back to the point of this blog and why should people read it. Well I will probably not dish on Hollywood that much because for the most part they don't interest me. I don't interest them either so it's a win win all around. What does interest me is everyday stuff like what should I cook for dinner, why do people care about the new PETA ad (sexy, sexy by the way) and why is my cat looking at me like I am about to feed him to the dog? This blog is all about normal people, boring right? Nope! I'm gonna mixx it up and make you laugh, cry, think, vomit, sleep, and many other nice and nasty things.

So welcome to the mixx...the catsmeowmixx that is.