Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Happy Colintine's Day


Today is a twofer day...

and who doesn't like 2 for 1

2 for 1 drafts, 
2 for 1 concert tickets, 
2 for 1 Big Macs (maybe not)

but for our fam today is...

2 special days in 1

Colin's birthday and Valentine's Day
aka
Colintine's Day


Anywhooooo......

When I look back at the many photos I have of the kids
Colin is usually smiling but also
wearing an impish (I'm up to something) grin or 
(catch me if you can) gleam in his eye.  


(Watch out Big C...your bro is Trouble.)
His fav was the McD's Happy Meal bucket...
to wear, not carry.
I'm Lovin' it


That was then...
this is now.
Hold onto your hats, folks...





 Hats off to Colin
for making our Valentine's Day
a Twofer
 

and bringing 
joy and love into our hearts 
every day.
xoxox











Saturday, January 21, 2017

Happy Birthday Chelsea

January 21 = Chelsea's Birthday
hashtag 31
Today is Chelsea's birthday
and Facebook concurs with me...
so that makes it official.
Thank you FB.
What would I do without you?

I had to chuckle when a FB alert popped up on my computer informing me that January 21st was Chelsea's bday
No kidding FB...I am way ahead of you...
I was there.

Yep, that was me 31 years ago 
riding shotgun with PaulA to the hospital.  
After my water broke, we nervously gathered my things together, jumped in the car
and PaulA took off out of the neighborhood 
like batman out of the bat cave...
(I was his Katwoman)
only to be immediately pulled over by a cop.  
no lie officer, Katwoman is having a baby

I was also there almost 30 years to the day 
when Chelsea took a 
gaGiant leap of faith 
and made her first baby steps. 
I grabbed my ole box camera and captured it. 
You could see her confidence gaining
minute by minute
as she


tested her balance.
Hold on, I got this folks. 
Me and my little dog got places to go.

Anywhooo....

Although PaulA and I won't be with Chelsea on her bday, 
we will be recounting the day she was born, 
recounting the Chelsea years 
and the things we love about her...

her sense of humor,

her love of family traditions,

her love for her hubby, Austin 

and her sweet pup Charlie,

her love for her family and

the closeness she shares with her brother and sister,

her gentleness, thoughtfulness and kindness,

her fierce loyalty to family and friends,

her smile

and not to mention

her enduring 
and endearing love of 
the sprinkled donut.
always keep your inner child happy, no matter how old you get

Happy Birthday Chelsea


We "sprinkle" 
our love on you
today
and every day.
















Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Vote for Hillary, Donald, Mary Jane?


Today is Election Day.
Finally

Hillary and Donald want YOU... 

so get out and vote.

And
if you happen to live in  
Massachusetts, Maine, Arizona, Nevada and California
Mary Jane 
wants you too.


Those 5 states are voting for the 
recreational use of marijuana...
aka
weed, dope, pot, grass, reefer, ganja, hash, 
whacky tobacky…
different names, same result


With grass on the ballot…
the color of political landscape could change.
You think you are living in a red state or blue state
but after today you could be living in a green state.  

It may be hard to beat 
Mary Jane's political platform
with it's talking points on....
economic benefits, 
elimination of bias arrests, 
creation of more jobs
and 
a high on life…chillax feeling with an occasional pig-out session and 
giggle fit.  

With so many possible political ad lines 
Stir the Pot - vote YES for Mary Jane
Get Lit - vote YES for Mary Jane
it should be easy for Mary Jane to get the vote out.


Of course, the other side will take their pot shots 
against Mary Jane...
pointing out...
an increased Dorito dependency, 
excess cottonmouth and weight gain, 
zero motivation to leave the couch and 
hard to shake feeling the FBI is following you.

Don't be Dazed and Confused - Vote NO for Mary Jane
Mary Jane will Wreck you - Vote NO for Mary Jane


Anywhooo…..

If Mary Jane wins in Massachusetts…
tourism will increase...
and Massachusetts will quickly go from
Taxachusetts to 
Grassachusetts

and 
then there is also the possibility 
the visitor count to our house in Manomet, MA could go up.
chillaxin man


We shall soon see what happens...
Mary Jane is now in the hands of the voters…
or maybe not.

As timing would have it...
we happen to be in Mexico during the election.

As you know...
the Mexicans would NOT be pleased with a
Donald win.
They are hoping for a Hillary Clinton victory and are
planning street parties through social media.

A Hillary win 
would definitely make our trip here in Mexico
Fiesta time


a LOT more enjoyable than if Donald were to win.




Monday, October 31, 2016

Scary Early Voting

I voted early…

not because I was excited about the choices for President,
 but I will be MIA on voting day.

What better day to vote than today, 
Halloween...  
especially with this year's Presidential election being directly in line with the 
spirit of Halloween, 
very dark and oh so scary. 

The political campaign ads have been nasty and negative…
with both candidates stabbing each other in the back 
wherever and whenever possible.  

Each candidate has a closet full of skeletons
 which keep jumping out at us


making us scream in horror.

It's enough to make your blood run cold 
or is it...make your blood boil?  

It seems as though every day there is another 
witch hunt 
or
a candidate digging their own grave.

And now there is a newly opened FBI investigation
which is disconcerting 
during the witching hour of the election.



Anywhoooo…..

It felt good to exercise my constitutional right to vote.  
As an American it is my duty and my right.  
And I am proud to be an American 
even if this Presidential race is 
hauntingly disturbing.

I did have a devil's advocate moment in the voting booth 
with the thought of 
writing in 
a Presidential candidate.
But who? 

umm...Donnie Darko, of course



Donnie Darko, a psychological Halloween themed film 
set during 1988 elections...
scary with a nightmare-ish tone...
not too eerily distant from the
the 2016 election
just missing "Frank" 
the scary talking rabbit.



Yep, I would say....
Halloween was the perfect day for me to vote.



or else...
Donnie Darko could be your President.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

No Clowning Around

DON'T send in the clowns.

I don't know about you but I have a fear of clowns …
aka Coulrophobia.  
Apparently you can have a phobia to just about anything.  
If you can name it…you can be afraid of it.
ie…if something is a noun…you can fear it.
(I wonder if the fear of "nouns" is called nounophobia?)  

So now I'm finding out….
my fear of chopsticks has a fancy name…
Consecotaleophobia.   
Think about it...
you could get a splinter stuck in your throat. 
(Okay, maybe I'm awkward with using chopsticks.
I haven't mastered the chopstick.
I have mastered the fork.)

anywhoooo……

It's not yet Halloween but there is a new 
clown in town.


Move over Chuckles-the-Clown.

The Creepy Clown is 
h-e-r-e.
creep or treat


Wether the recent clown claims are hearsay and hoax 
or authentic and accurate…
social media is fueling the creepy clown hysteria 
giving Average Joe Clown a good reason 
to be a sad sack
behind his plastered smile.



A "Clowns Lives Matter" Parade is scheduled in Tuscon, AZ on Oct. 15.
The Clowns do matter...
but paint me out of that picture.
I've never been a fan of clowns with their freaky features and 
numerous Clowni together
sounds frightening.
 Heck, even children who are supposed to like clowns 
fear them.  

You can't kid a kid…so call me a kid 
and give me  a lollipop.

How about that story of the dad in Auburn MA, who was dressed as a clown 
and following a school bus. 
Turns out his kids were on the bus…
and he was just clowning around.  
Not funny. 
Give that dad the Bozo Award 
and a night in the slammer.

The only time I think a clown isn't scary is when he's riding in his clown car 
and honking the horn
or 
I'm on a long road trip and in need of a greasy burger.

Nothing  puts a smile on my face 
more than Ronald McDonald
smiling back at me.


Let's face it…
the upside of the creepy clown craze of 2016, 
 is that it  …
takes the focus off the other clowns 
who are running for President 2016.


(couldn't resist)

Monday, October 3, 2016

35 Years of "Something So Right"




I have been hitched, tied, and tethered to my ball and chain
for 35 years...

and that's a good thing.

Being the traditionalists that we are...
PaulA and I will be observing our special anniversary traditions...
which include wearing my wedding dress.
(That would be me wearing the dress...not PaulA. PaulA wears a much larger dress size.)

Yes, I've been putting my gown on every year.
During my preggo years, I left it wide open in the back.
(Big C...you are in there somewhere.)
I haven’t exactly taken special care of my wedding gown.
The most I’ve done to preserve it is to store it in a blue Rubbermaid container.
I have to admit, my dress has faded and is not as white as it used to be.
But then again, I’m a little faded and not as bright as I used to be.

So this evening PaulA and I will be dancing to our special song “Something So Right”
sung by Barbra Streisand.
Barbra won’t be in the room with us...but I like to pretend she is.
side note:  I recently discovered Paul Simon wrote "Something So Right"
and Paul Simon has my same birth day.
Cosmic or what?

Back when our kids were little, they would sit on the couch
and watch with wide-eyed amazement...as we waltzed around the family room.
(Dancing with the Stars...here we come.)

When they were teens...they’d sit on the same couch,
and make jeering comments….
“You actually wore that dress on your wedding day? That’s how you guys danced?”

Now they call us asking,
“You wore your wedding dress and danced to your song, right?”



Anywhoooooo.......

The icing on the wedding cake every year, is PaulA’s card.
I look forward to his card …which is always so beautifully written...
and I try to keep my emotions to a nice happy cry....
not the ugly, snot bubble-through-the-nostrils cry.

So if you peek in our windows tonight…(I’m calling the cops)...
you’re sure to get a glimpse of Kat and PaulA still doing
“Something So Right.”

My dress may have faded...but our love
still sparkles.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Goodbye House


TWENTY! years ago we moved into 
the White House 


with our young and growing family.  


It wasn't The White House located on Pennsylvania Ave…
Bill and Hillary Clinton had that one, 
but we felt just as privileged.  
We were excited to be moving back to CT and had found 
just the right house, by just the right builder, in just the right neighborhood.  
Something so right. 
(My favorite B. Streisand song)

We were Sold.



Looking back, these 3 look like orphans we got off ebay. 
At least they were happy orphans.
We still have the "sold" sign today and the kids.
albeit, they aren't kids anymore.


Anywhoooo......



Fast forward to 2016 and almost to the day…
we sold our White House 
Apparently the Clintons dig the digs at the White House so much, 
they're trying to get back in.

Moving out of a home where you have 
lived, loved, and laughed for 20 years 
is not only hard emotionally, 
but it is also
a monumental physical task. 

3 large dumpsters,
1 billion trips to the Good Will, 
numerous online tags sales, 
a face-to-face tag sale (I could only handle one), 
furniture to family, friends and Facebook strangers....
many Charity organization pick-ups
later...
everything was a heave-ho, must-go….
except the few must-haves…and the memories.  
We were taking those AND our friendships with us...
we could never ever leave them behind.


Our last night at the house was an emotional one for this Kat.  
I  get emotional at most anything…just ask my family.
I thought about everything I was doing for the last time…
the last time I would turn off a light, 
the last time I would open a cabinet
the last time I would clean the toilets 
(thank goodness for the last)…


And so
on our last night 
PaulA and I slept on the floor in our empty bedroom, in our empty house
and the reel-to-reel tape 
of real life 
played over and over in my head of
7,300 days...
good days, bad days, 
long days, short days, 
dog days.

Speaking of dog days…
we had 14 years of them with Duncandog 
aka rappa D 
the hairy 4-legged 
sixth member of the Healy family.


Where did all those days go?





I will miss our White House
the safe place we laid our heads at night 
all together, under 1 roof...
but I will also miss the passage of 20 years and the
memories, moments, and milestones
that went with them.


The next morning was "G" day...
Goodbye day.
I slowly walked through the house and said goodbye to each room. 
Goodbye kitchen, Goodbye living room, Goodbye family room, Goodbye dining room......

Goodbye to empty rooms.

Empty, 
like the first day we moved in... 
except, 
each room was filled with special memories that flashed before me.

So for the l-a-s-t time, 
I shut the front door 
blew the White House a kiss, 
and cried my eyes out.
no surprise there.

It was a bittersweet moment.

PaulA and I were closing the door on the White House for the 
last time,

 but at the same time 
we were opening the door 
to a new adventure.

(As for Hill and Bill moving back into the other White House?
...
that door still remains open.)