My Milkshake…

…sometimes brings all the boys to the yard. And sometimes gets me laughed at.

Friday night I’m having a party. Unfortunately, my flat is not laid out in a manner conducive to having large groups of people come in and mingle, so I rented out the Party Room in my building.

Big plasma tv. Huge comfy chairs. A great pooltable. The setting is wonderful.

I’m happy, so I’m waiting for the elevator to go back up to my apartment, and the waiting area is mirros on all sides. I’m wearing cute pants that accentuate my best ASSet, and I look in the mirror and laugh. And start talking to myself in a funny voice, as I often to.

“ooooh yeah! look at that hot ass. baby got back!” and I spanked myself and laughed.

“mmm, dontcha wish your girlfriend had ass like me,” I was singing.

And just when I was dropping it like it was hot, shaking it all at the same time…

…the elevator door opens.

It’s full of people. They all die laughing.

I get in, embarASSed.

And I was the last one to get off. On the floor below mine though, a girl gets off, and says, “For what it’s worth, it does look damn good.” And raised her hand for a high five.

So embarassing, but so so funny.

I Can Haz Cheezburger?

Ok, so I know it is completely silly, but I am in love with funny photos of animals. Especially cats. My two cats, Noodles and Ravioli, do ridiculous things all the time and I always think about how funny it would be to know what they are thinking.

I found this great new site – I Can Haz Cheezburger – full of fun animal pictures. The language is hilarious too – broken, grammatically incorrect, and more than likely just how your pets would speak if they could.

At least they don’t tell about that time they saw you having sex and you tried doing that one thing…I digress.

Check out the site. It will make you smile.

I promise.

Still…

Outside it is hazy.

Inside, the pumpkin-scented candles blaze, but the lights are off.

Outside, the city is blanket in a fog, the luminations I can usually see hide behind the thick air.

Inside, and inside, I’m reflecting.

Homework, for the time being, is done. The laundry is done. The cats are sleeping. The television is off.

For the first time, in a very very long time, I am still.

My mind is not racing. All is content.

My physical heart, which has been beating eratically, first slowly, then quickly, skipping beats, plagued by a bit of arrythmia, and irritated further by the high blood pressure I’ve been cursed with, is beating smoothly.

I flirt with the idea of the book I am trying to write. I’m frustrated it cannot go faster, but I am incredibly in love with how three dimensional all of my characters are. I laugh and cry as I write – I bring back the dead – my Mom, my sister Duncan, my wonderful Grandmother and her German vampire accent. I revisit places, reunite with old friends who served their purposes unknowingly before fate cast us in different directions.

I think of God, and the religious zealot that I once was, and how much more meaningful and special my Christianity is to me now. My faith is pure, it is real, and most importantly, it is strong because of it’s nature, not because I am judging the sins of others to feel better about myself.

I am happy to be back in the blogosphere.

My blog is taking a new direction. It’s heading back more toward the story telling of and deep personal reflection of my previous blog, but it will also take a bit of the real world that this blog has brought forth.

I am still.

I am content.

I was – and am – being a good Kitty.

I am still.

I am content.

But I will never, under any circumstance, be silent.