Monday, November 22, 2010

HI HO, HI HO, IT'S OFF 2 BAKE I GO

Hello all in Diva-Divaland!!


            I've been approached so many times about how to bake this & how to cook that or how to fry this & how to broil that that I've decided 2 letchall in on my lil cooking secret society. Yeah, I know, I normally don't share recipes with anyone, not even my mother but I figured, "Why not let my peasants in on a lil secret or 2?" No, I will not post any recipes here. They will be posted in a pink bounded notebook, sealed with a kiss and little pink bows. Yep! You've guessed it. Ya Queen is doing a cookbook! Oh don't be silly, of course you don't get it for free. You gotta pay for my hardwork, sweat, tears, and stiletto stomping goodness Huns! I'll have everything your lil hearts desire such as desserts and quickies (as in meals....yall so nasty), to salads & breads. Being that this is my first cookbook, don't expect it to be an all out 300 page fiasco. Dang a bish is new at this! But I assure you that it will be a page turner, no doubt. The great thing about it is, the ones close to me with think it's a hoot b/c ya know my personality will seap thru the chicken and chilli! I can't wait. Man, there is so much work to do in so little time. Research'n, cook'n, research'n, cook'n, finding funding, cooking, tasting and sipping. Oh boy! Now yall can always help ya girl out ya know? If you know of anyone who'd like to invest in this Diva-tastic Goodness, gimme me a holler! I'll be sure to keep ya posted on my journey. Now to go hang a lip on some chicken N' Dumplings!

//signed//
The Ever-tasting Cat's Meow

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

EVENT UPDATE: The Battle is Not Yours (Stageplay)

You asked for it so here it is: 21 Nov I will be hitting the stage (or something like it) in the role of Sister Williams in the stageplay "The Battle Is Not Yours". Catch me acting a fool at 5840 La Tijera Blvd in Ladera Heights, CA. Don't be alarmed and afraid b/c it's in a church. *drinks holy water* Come to be entertained and talk 2 the "Man Upstairs" if u haven't in a while. One stop shop!

See ya there!

//signed//
The Ever-busy Cat's Meow

Friday, November 5, 2010

Elvada-Seleithia Empress Dominique Devereaux

Growing up in the early 80's as a young Diva-in-Training in Atlanta, my mother was an avid stan of Dynasty. I couldn't, for the life of me, understand all the commotion and ruckus over a rich, white man, his mullet-wearing wife and his bitch of a sister Alexis. I started to watch it with her with very little understanding of a lot of what was going on until She arrived. Dominique Deveraux! The rich, black and elegant looking, mink wearing, no non-sense, kickass DIVA! I soooo thought I looked like her. I was so happy to see a classy sistah on TV. I was so elated. Because of her, I had officially became a stan of Dynasty and The Colby's. One day my teacher called my mother and wanted to know if my mother had re-married or divorced. My mother said, "No" and wanted to know why my favorite teacher (Gwendolyn Hamilton) had asked her such a thing. My momsy was appalled. "Well, Mrs. Woods, I asked because for the past two weeks 'E' has been signing her last name as Deveraux." "What on earth for?", my mother asked. "I thought you could tell me", sayeth Ms Hamilton. Moms told her she would talk to me about it and get back with her. A couple of hours later, the little diva U know as Empress comes prancing into the french doors of the kitchen like I had a million bucks in the bank. My mother asked the normal day-to-day questions like how was my day and all that and then she got to the real deal. She told me my teacher called her today. And me with my hand on my chest like a true Diva says, "Really? What for?"
Mom: Why are you signing your last name Deveraux?

Empress: Cuz my mother's last name is Deveraux.

Mom: Young lady, my last name is Woods!

Empress: You are not my mother Dominique Deveraux is and she's coming to get me when she's done with Blake Carrington (as I pointed to my suitcase already packed for damn near two weeks sitting by the door).

Mom: Is that what that is?

Empress: Yup

Mom: What? You don't want me to be your mother? I had you!

Empress: No, Dominique Deveraux had me and she'll be here when she beats up Alexis.

Mom: Girl stop your foolishness before I go upside your head! That is NOT your mother.

By this time I was frustrated and was crying out of control. My mom sat down, dried my tears and explained to me where I really came from. We settled on her truth and I was ok...so she thinks.

Yes my friends, this marks the beginnings of this Diva.

And this my friends, is a true story



Whatever! My name is Elvada-Seleithia Empress Deveraux. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Hmph...she don't Know me like dat!

//signed//
The Cat's Meow
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Reason, Season, Lifetime

People R N our lives 4 a reason, a season or a lifetime. Sum R the leaves, sum R the branches & sum R the roots 2 our tree. Don't misconstrue the 3. Don't try to prolong the reason or extend the season but do strengthen the roots 2 make that tree stand 4 a lifetime ~eswoods

The Family Curse

     As I sit here alone in the coffee shop, admiring the cute couples walking by hand-in-hand, I can't help but to feel a lil slighted and envious. Where is my mate? Did the heavens 4get to make me one or did someone snatch him up when I wasn't looking? Was it something I said or did to possibly run him away? Where the hell is my Knight in Shiny Fucking Armour?! I don't know. I decided to figure out what the deal is. Maybe I should see what the admireable women in life did to remain happy with a mate but there is one problem. I can't configure my favorite granny's technique cuz...well...I ain't ever seen her with granpa. *scratches her off the list* Why don't I look at my moms? Surely every Diva can look to moms for advice but...err....moms and pops divorced when I became an adult. Next in line, 2 of my aunts. They are beautiful as ever and successful in their own right and those bishes can dress to the nines so of course they are happy with their mate. No wait, they live together. One has divorced the same man TWICE and the other has never been married. Gee whiz... My maternal granny ran all of her men away and I definately see how. She ran my ass away and I wasn't married to her! Come to think of it, I can think of no woman in my family that is greatly secure and happy in a relationship. And before you take it to the "you don't need a mate to be happy" level, don't go there. Companionship is needed in the world. It is not the foundation for happiness but it damn sure is a fixture for it. I mean really, who wants to wake up, go to sleep, have spats, walk the beach, crack jokes or make love alone everyday?  It's good to be alone sometimes and sometimes I even love it but all the time is a no-go! I mean I love mac & cheese but do I wish to eat it everyday? Hell naw!
     Now the kicker is this, I can honestly say that I've been loved mutually once in my life (sadly, well over 12 yrs ago). But I was a tad bit young and so was he but he had no qualms with letting everyone know who came first. I was his Chocoate Bunny....the Queen Bee....that was it and that was all! He remembered my birthday, knows my favorite color, told me he loved me without hesitation, thought I was the prettiest thing ever, knew I was smart, listened to every word I said and will have kicked your ass if you were so happen to look at me side-ways! Lmao! I loved that. The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved. The problem lied with my parents. He wasn't as afluent as they wanted him to be, conservative as they would have liked and he was by no means a choir boy or a Poindexter. All the lil girlies wanted him for he is rather handsome but I had him. LOL This nerdy, lil chocolate pigtailed girl that everyone thought was funny looking & shy was loved by the Rico Suave' and they hated it! The parents had an issue with that and so did the majority of my family. The parental units did everything in their power for us to "cease and desist". Of course it worked I guess.
     It is said that you only get one true love in your life so hold on to it for dear life. Well if this is true then gotdamnit I was fucking robbed and I want a do over! I feel I have been patient enough. What the hell is going on with the Powers that Be? I can no longer conform to the madness. I'm weary of dudes telling me that I'm too much of something. No busta I ain't too much! You're just too much of nothing & not enuff of everything!  13 years and 2 horrific boyfriends later, I am still alone. I deserve somebody too shit! Ooops my bad, I got side-tracked. *snickering* I am  woman now. I've been a lot places and seen a lot of faces. Ah hell I've even fucked with different races. (courtesy of Lil Kim in How Many Licks). I know myself, I know what I want, how to get it and I stand on my own two feet in my own damn stilettos that I've purchased myself! Isn't that what the men of today's society is asking for? That's what they tell me. I'm independent and I for damn sho' am a "sight for sore eyes" even when I wake up  in the morning. What I don't understand is why all the exes are trying to reclaim their spot in my kitchen when the food was cooked perfectly the first time to begin with? All of a sudden they all are apologetic, have seen the light and have come to their sense. EVERY LAST ONE OF 'EM! I am the same person I was when you decided to leave b/c I was a 'bit much'. I'm still beautiful. I still have my own shit. I'm still a great listener and a damn good cook. I'm still sensitive and affectionate. I'm still supportive and funny. Why you refused to see that initally is beyond me but I don't backtrack buddies.
     Where does the curse come in at you ask? Simple, aren't curses passed down thru generations? I think stuff like this is genetically affixed to one's life. I mean, men know how to treat women when they have seen it first hand from pops or another positive male figure in their lives. The same for women possibly. I mean, I know how to treat my mate by watching ma dukes and the older women in my life. I had an aunt that was so wonderful, beautiful internally and externally, loved children and people, a positive influence in the community and the total opposite of me and she died alone. She wanted children desparately but didn't have any. She had no mate at all. She's not the only person I know of like this so to me, it has to be a curse and I'm mad about. Why did I have to be involved? Somebody needs to tell me something and fast! The Powers that Be has got some 'splaining to do.
     Sometimes I can't help but to think about the fact that I can count all of my dates on one hand excluding the thumb. Even the one where the dude came to my house and stood me up! He came to pick me up, said he was going back to his car to clear the seat for me to sit down but failed to come back up and get me. I caught the elevator down to the lobby to his car just to find out that he had left. Talk about depressing? I can't for the life of me still figure out why he drove an hour just to come and stand me up. So what it happened 7 years ago! I am still mad about it. I guess some people aint meant to have a mate. They are just here for the world to enjoy. My love life was sacraficed for yall's entertainment so yall betta enjoy me damnit!
     Yeah, mutual love is the greatest when you find it. Don't be so quick to write a person off if their head is too round, or their fingers don't match their toes, or they don't make as much money as you, or b/c you're an introvert but flamboyant, or if they don't like mushrooms and u hate their bestfriend. True love is hard to come by and can be easy to keep if u play your cards right. I must say that sometimes when I get down in the dumps for not having a person that is crazy about me and will let the world know, I do think of Phillip Lorenzo Peck (yes, I called him by his government name). I smile for I know it's not possible for one to love me even if it was once in my life. Shout out to PLP!

The saga continues...

//signed//
The Cat's Meow

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Forever Could End 2day

We have a tendency 2 not express our luv & gratitude 2 the 1 that we feel will always B there 4ever. NEWSFLASH: They won't. 4ever could ended 2day.
 ~elvadaseleithia 10/30/2010

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Catch me Live.....

I'll be coming to the stage again for the 1st time this year. WTF is wrong with the world!? Ok so anyway, some folks wanted to know when they can catch me flipping off at the mouth personally instead of virtually so here's your chance. I'll be performing in THE BATTLE IS NOT YOURS by Cheryl Collins on 21 Nov in Pasadena, CA in the role of Sister Williams (yeah I know, Sister and I don't belong in the same sentence). The show starts at 7pm so show up on time or I'll leave the stage to come and snatch you bald for interupting the show! Don't test me! Here's an excerpt..... (catch me @ 1:21 clowning!)


More details to follah....
//signed//
The Bald Cat's Meow

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

How Dare the Queen!

In the end anti-black, anti-female, and all forms of discrimination are equivalent to the same thing...... anti-humanism. Shirley Chisholm

     On my Queen E meets the Queen Mary visit, I saw a lot of wonderful things, great fashion and acquired quite a bit of history but there is something that stuck out to me more than Lady GaGa would in a monestary. And that's the 1st, 2nd & 3rd Class Children Playroom aboard ship! WTF? And we wonder why our children partake in the foolishness of ostracizing, discriminating & demeaning their fellow peers. How dare the Queen condone such mayhem?!  This solidifies my belief that hatred & discrimination are traits that are LEARNED and TAUGHT in the household. You mean to tell me that the kiddies couldn't play together regardless of the social and financial statuses of the parents? I should not be surprised but I am. So, the statuses of the parents determined your worth AND how many rocking horses you get to play with? I'll be damned if your parents were on welfare b/c then you maybe subject to play with the ship's rats & rodents! I am so disgusted! (Miss Whitney ringing in my head. "I believe the children are our future. Teach 'em well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside"). Mind you, the 2nd Class Playroom was adjacent to the cocktail lounge. What on earth for? My mum always said that the kiddies should be kept separately from the adults AND their beverages! Hmph...I guess they didn't grow up in the south. Why not keep the kids together to show that no mankind should be treated differently regardless of social and financial differences or is that too much like right? Oh my bad, I forgot about slavery (insert sarcasm). Aren't we supposed to teach our offspring that after all, "We are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children" or do we say "Whomever share the same status, gender, sexuality and race as we do are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children? The latter would be one heck of a damn song title wouldn't you say? Long and illogical as hell! I can imagine the hatred that walked the decks of this damn ship and the song sang on Christmas. "Deck the halls with balls of hatred. Fa la la la la la la la la! Tis the season of foes and folly! Fa la la la la la la la la!" (I know, so random but it fits...sorta). *sighs* We've come so far, to have gone NOWHERE! Queen Mary & I are not of the same royal blood b/c obviously this is NOT the royal treatment especially for inocent children! How dare the Queen!

//signed//
A Royally Disgruntled Cat's Meow

     Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.
Zora Neale Hurston



You got that right Zora!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Who was Wallace Thurman?

   There is so much history buried in the soil of the African American garden. I stumbled upon one of our flowers during my brief browse thru the queendom. Be enlightened as you enjoy...
  Wallace Henry Thurman (1902–1934) was an American novelist during the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life, which explores discrimination among black people based on skin color.
     Thurman was born in Salt Lake City to Beulah and Oscar Thurman. Between his mother's many marriages, Wallace and his mother lived with Emma Jackson, his maternal grandmother. His grandmother's home doubled as a saloon where alcohol was served without a license. When Thurman was less than a month old, his father abandoned his wife and son. It was not until Wallace was 30 years old that he met his father.Thurman's early life was marked by loneliness, family instability and illness. He began grade school at age six in Boise, Idaho, but his poor health eventually led to a two-year absence from school, during which he returned to Salt Lake City. From 1910 to 1914, Thurman lived in Chicago, but he would have to finish grammar school in Omaha, Nebraska. During this time, he suffered from persistent heart attacks. While living in Pasadena, California's lower altitude in the winter of 1918, Thurman came down with influenza during the worldwide Influenza Pandemic. Considering his history of illness, he surprisingly recovered and then returned to Salt Lake City, where he finished high school.
     Throughout it all, Thurman was a voracious reader. He enjoyed the works of Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Havelock Ellis, Flaubert, Charles Baudelaire and many others. He even wrote his first novel at the age of 10. He attended the University of Utah from 1919 to 1920 as a pre-medical student. However, in 1922 he transferred to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles, but he left without earning a degree. While in Los Angeles, he met and befriended Arna Bontemps and became first a reporter for an African-American-owned newspaper and then a columnist. He also started his first magazine, Outlet, which was intended to be a West Coast equivalent to The Crisis.
     In 1925 Thurman moved to Harlem. In less than 10 years, he obtained various employments as a ghostwriter, a publisher, an editor, and a writer of novels, plays, and articles.The following year he became the editor of The Messenger, a socialist journal aimed at blacks. While at The Messenger, Thurman became the first to publish the adult-themed stories of Langston Hughes.Thurman left the journal in October 1926 to become the editor of a white-owned magazine called World Tomorrow. The following month, he collaborated in publishing the literary magazine Fire!! Devoted to the Younger Negro Artists, among whose contributors were Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Richard Bruce Nugent, Aaron Douglas, and Gwendolyn B. Bennett.
     Only one issue of Fire!! was ever published. Fire!! challenged the ideas of W. E. B. Du Bois and many of the African American bourgeoisie, who, in their search for social equality and racial integration, believed that black art should serve as propaganda for those ends. The New Negro movement needed to show white Americans that blacks were not inferior. But Thurman and others of the "Niggerati" (the deliberately ironic name Thurman used for the young African American artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance) wanted to show the real lives of African Americans, both the good and the bad. Thurman believed that black artists should be more objective in their writings and not so self-conscious that they failed to acknowledge and celebrate the arduous conditions of African American lives. As Singh and Scott put it, "Thurman's Harlem Renaissance is, thus, staunch and revolutionary in its commitment to individuality and critical objectivity: the black writer need not pander to the aesthetic preferences of the black middle class, nor should he or she write for an easy and patronizing white approval."
     During this time, Thurman's rooming house apartment at 267 West 136th Street in Harlem became the main place where the African-American literary avant-garde and visual artists of the Harlem Renaissance met and socialized.Thurman and Hurston mockingly called the room "Niggerati Manor", in reference to all of the black literati who showed up there. The walls of Niggerati Manor were painted red and black, colors to be emulated on the cover of Fire!! Nugent painted murals on the walls, some of which contained homoerotic content.
     In 1928, Thurman published another magazine called Harlem: a Forum of Negro Life, whose contributors included Alain Locke, George Schuyler, and Alice Dunbar-Nelson. The publication lasted for only two issues.[citation needed] Afterwards, Thurman became a reader for a major New York publishing company, the first African American ever in such a position.
     Thurman married Louise Thompson Patterson on August 22, 1928. The marriage lasted only six months. Thompson said that Wallace was a homosexual and thus their union was incompatible.
Mr.Thurman died at the age of 32 from tuberculosis, which many suspect was exacerbated by his long fight with alcoholism.


 Thurman's writings

  •  According to Langston Hughes, who noted Thurman's dark complexion in this statement, Thurman was "...a strangely brilliant black boy, who had read everything and whose critical mind could find something wrong with everything he read." Though it was to become the basis for some of his strongest writings, from the beginning Thurman's dark skin color was an issue, prompting negative comments and reactions from various black and white Americans.
  • Thurman wrote a play, Harlem, which debuted on Broadway in 1929 to mixed reviews. The same year his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life was published. The novel is now recognized as a groundbreaking work of fiction because of its focus on intraracial prejudice and colorism, specifically between light-skinned and dark-skinned black people.
  • Three years later Thurman published Infants of the Spring, a satire of the themes and the individuals of the Harlem Renaissance. He co-authored The Interne, a final novel with A.L. Furman, published in 1932.
BTW, I have FIRE!! and The Blacker the Berry and they are great reads! I'll share excerpts later:)

 This is one of places I will be visiting during my very brief visit to NYC next week and I can't wait!
//signed//
A very informative Cat's Meow

Thursday, June 17, 2010

You Love You!

Try not 2 B so consumed w/ ur mate or work that u get beside or outside of urself, beneath urself, above  & e'rything else but OF urself. It's easier existing 4 urself rather than existing 4 sum 1 else & if ur mate can't understand that then is this really ur 'soulmate' or just a mate that's occupying ur soul? Don't wait 2 late 2 focus on u cuz the real U may not be studyin' U later. Yeah I'm speaking 2 U! Stop making excuses 2 ignore urself. Embrace urself regularly. Love U a lot. Kiss u everyday and honor urself 24/7 baby! No one else can do it betta! Spend time with U. Take U out 2 dinner & compliment urself constantly. Love u unconditionally w/o exceptions and accept U always. Be ur own priority, don't make urself an option.


//signed//
The Cat's Meow

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Recycled Bullshit!

Ok Ok Ok! E'ryday, at every moment I am surrounded with foolishness and mayhem and shit that makes ya go "What the hell!" Ok now check it...I was roaming thru my queendom, checking upon my mere peasants when I got the urge to use the Lil Diva's Room. I scurried along in 5 inch, platform M. Jacobs to the powder room in this shopping establishment. I went into the stall, hung up my purse and just before I took out the toilet liner I noticed the water in the toilet had a slight yellow tint. "Who da hell used the bathroom and didn't flush? Old nasty gal!" Stall number 2...what ok so these little trollops don't believe in flushing the Johns these days!? Stall number 3 made this Meow scream loud as hell! In the middle of my ranting and raving I see this sign right about the toilet:










Now what in the Gagalicious Drawls is this mess?! Reclaimed water? Don't they mean RECYCLED PISS! Do you know how hard it was for me to Diva Drizzle in water that looked like someone else's pee? I was so afraid that I would pee too hard and the "pee" in the water would splash and hit me in the ass! Who the hell comes up with this stuff? It has to be a man since they don't have to sit and split. You know we women would not have come up with this nasty ass concept! Do you know how much I was Peed Off (no pun intended)! Whoever came up with this should be forced to drink this crappy idea on ice and rinse their mouf out with this nasty H2O. I am so appalled and insulted. How dare someone think this was a good i-fucking-dea!  Damn are we that damn broke that we have to recycle toilet water. Oh the debauchery! The catastrophic bullshit! I can't take it anymore...where the hell is my cockail?!

//signed//
The Disgustingly Irritated Cat's Meow

Friday, April 30, 2010

Wild Things Do NOT Make My Heart Sing!

What on earf is this world coming to? Don't answer that. Why did my co-counselor just tell me today that he has Sugar gliders in his home?! Now I say to myself, "Now self?" And myself says, "Huh". Is he telling me that he has Alvin, Simon and gotdern Theodore taking up residence in his home?" WTF? Do they at least sing?! First of all, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing can live in my home that does not pay rent, electricity, water or trash bill to be there. Times are hard and we are in a recession so if you c-o-h-a-b-i-t-a-t-e in my domicile, you better believe that you will be paying some damn bills! Hell naw, u ain't gonna be laying up on my couch all willy nilly funking up the joint and not pay any bills!
Secondly, how in the sam hills do you take something out of it's original habitat and encage it in ur room? (insert blank stare) How would you feel if I took you outta ur home, threw u in da back seat of my dusty Altima, and encaged you in my damn shoe box!? Would you like that? How about NO unless u some sick freak. Hell, I'm claustrophobic so u know my ass ain't trying to be caged up. How is this normal? Human beings are so gotdamn arrogant that we feel that we can just take some damn wildlife against it's own free and humble will and just lock it up in some cage and watch it. The damn gliders oughta bite the everloving shit outta him! What the hell is he doing with it in his room? They, for damn sure aint for entertainment. Those little shits bark, bite, pee down ur arm and keep you up at night. Who could possibly find entertainment in these shenanigans? I hear it takes about 15 minutes to even prepare a meal for these lil rodents. WTH? We won't talk about their asses shitting lil pellets all over the room. Oh the smell....*gulps* I think I just threw up in my mouth a lil bit!

Why, all of a sudden, this scenerio put me in the mind of an ex? Ate e'rything, shitted up a storm, funked up the joint and kept a bitch up all night with foolishness and mayhem! I should now change his ID in my phone to Human Sugar Glider.

*change ASSHOLE to Human Sugar Glider*



Ok back to our regularly scheduled programming....
This creature belongs in the wild. WILD meaning not domesticated! Not for home usage! Not to be housed as a pet! It means BITE THE SHIT OUTTA YOU! I hope for the life of me that this dude does not have a girlfriend or boyfriend depending on what he's into. Who would wanna make love to someone with this lil big-eyed critter staring at them barking?! I mean I'll try anything once but I refuse to perform an amateur porn show for a chipmunk looking critter! I just damn refuse....well how much money are we talking here? Not only is he harvesting Suger Gliders but his ass has like 2 cats and a damn dog I hear! Stop the gotdern madness! I can't talk about it anymore. My side hurts from laughing. Now I have the strong urge to watch the lil creature in a red shirt with an A on the front of it and his 2 orphaned brothers. Oh well, till next time folks.

//signed//
The Domesticated Cat's Meow

Monday, April 19, 2010

Emotional Workout in ya Mental Gym

Nowadays, I think 2 many people spend 2 much time strengthening & toning their bodies and little to no time at all strengthening & toning their minds & hearts. If there were an Emotional Workout or a Mental Gym would you buy a membership & workout everyday? Yeah, muscles are fine to look at but a flabby mind is horrible to feel and pretty useless. Some possess the mind of a jellyfish but have arms of steel, the abs of bricks and the heart of putty. They have no compassion or concern for the well-being of others and are immensely oblivious to the passion and happiness of themselves. You'd rather show your body then to show your heart? Why? Is there anything captured there or are you afraid of vulnerability? Some of us have this nonsensical belief that demonstrating none or possessing the lack of emotion makes us "hard". When was the last time you engaged in a relationship with your body...ya know, the part that matters? Have your heart and mind had a real conversation lately? What did they talk about? Did you find that you suffer from emotional constipation or expressive stultification? Have you learned to forgive or do you still hold grudges in that flabby lil heart of yours? I've known plenty of people that boast about harvesting grudges. Holding grudges is like piling all of your disdain for people in a potato sack. Eventually that burlap bag will be full and become heavier and heavier until it's unbareable or will it matter since you are "hard and strong" physically and all? Have you read a book to strengthen your mind or to expand your vocabulary lately? Instead of vomitting to stay skinny, how about absorbing inner peace to stay full? While you are jogging up the canyon, try bringing down a little faith with you. Have a lil compassion with your green tea and actively listen to your inner iPod before plugging APPLE earplugs into your ears. You might even learn something about yourself!

//signed//
The Assertively Suggestive Cat's Meow

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

R U paying Life's Rent on time?

“Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth.” ~Shirley Chisholm

It's the third month of the New Year and people have already shaken their new "found" resolutions. I see a lot of "celebs" have fallen off the "I'm-giving-because-I-Care-During-the-Holiday-season" wagon while others have latched onto the "Let-me-show-the-world-how-much-I-care-two-weeks-before-my-album-drops" tittie. One thing that chaps my hide is 'conditional philanthropy'. During the festive season celebs and all the like were breaking their necks carving turkey, wrapping presents, passing out punkin' pie and rocking terminally ill children in their laps. Now, where are they? Have they moved on to pilot season or have they developed another weak ass attempt to gain notoriety? What about you? What have YOU done today to make you feeeeeel proud (insert Heather Small song here)? We have a tendency to forget that the desolute still needs shelter in February, the hungry still vie for food in July and the terminally ill will still be debilitated in September if the Lawd don't call them home before then. Have we NO SHAME!Why can't we care all year instead of when the lil round-bellied man reminds us at the end of the year to do so? How are you paying life's rent?
Some of us fail to demonstrate acts of kindness and compassion because we are so damn selfish. It's always me, ME, moi or I, I, I! Catch a freaking clue! The world can not heal itself without our help. Yeah I know we are responsible for our own happiness but it's a known fact that making others happy usually result in personal ecstacy right? I could be wrong but I highly doubt it!

//signed//
The Rent-Paying Cat's Meow

Monday, March 15, 2010

I'm sorry....SIKE!

Why do people insist on forcing children to apologize? Aren't apologies supposed to be heartfelt and meaningful for the one apologizing and the one offended? The child, like any other human being, is supposed to "feel" apologetic. And to do that, they have to be aware of what they did wrong, why it was wrong and the consequences their actions. Not being cognizant of the ramifications of their actions will only result in an repeat offense. IMHO, the child will repeat the same offense but will be sure to not get caught the second time being as though they were forced to apologize when they weren't sorry. Apologies are supposed to evince true feelings of penance and personal responsibility and accountability. A forced apology is not an apology.
Forcing your child to issue empty apologies is a sure-fire way to assist them in being socially challenged and to keeps them out of touch of their true feelings. Could this be the reason why adults are so hesitant to apologize in later years even when they are genuinely "sorry"? Hmm....
It seems that way to me. I know as a child, when I was forced to apologize, I would say "I'm Sorry" real snappy or wait for my mom to turn around before sticking my tongue out at the offended just before rolling my eyes. I was sorry that I got caught but definately not for the feelings I exasperated. I wasn't aware of it. I was enabled into feeling so. Thank the heavens, now I know better.



//signed//
The Apologetic Cat's Meow

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Que Sera, Sera....

Que Sera, Sera Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see, Que Sera, Sera. ~Doris Day


Will whatever shall be, be? How do we know that?
Here lies my problem with this statement. How long do we wait to see if what is meant to be, will be?
If we act too fast are we being inpatient? If we wait too long, are we being foolish?
If I'm meant to be a wife, why aren't I by now? If you are meant to be wealthy, what's holding you up?
The saying goes, "Don't wait for something to happen, make it happen." But I thought it WILL BE regardless right? R u just as lost as I am? So, if you work your ass off faithfully to do a certain job for 13 years, steps on no one's toes, do what you're supposed to do and is a go-getter and STILL not land the lead role what do you do? What do you say to that? Do you NOT become a go-getter and sit and wait for things to happen? Or do you give reality a little boost? I thought faith, without work, is dead. No one wants to wait forever for something that may or may not be!

Some people are drawn to this statement when if comes to true love. If you are meant to be it will be. How the hell do I know if it's meant or not? I ain't gonna sit around and wait but do I rush it? Do I wait for my Knight in Shining Armour to come and sweep me off my feet or help things along just for him to sweep me under a rug? What the hell? (u like that STICKY?) I don't even like brooms! Some folk go a lifetime searching for a life companion only to die without one. It's not meant for everyone in life to have a true love so how do you find out if you are on that list? I know I'm on that list but are you? If you knew you were on the list would you STILL try and beat the odds or settle for what is "meant to be"?

Grr....I think I'm confusing myself and pissing myself off at the same time! Excuse me while I try and figure this thing out. Damn, wish whatever will be just BE already!?

*walks off whistling Que Sera, Sera. Whatever...* Oh shut the hell up Doris!


//signed//
The Perplexed Cat's Meow

Friday, February 26, 2010

KAmber of DisGrace!

I'm gonna make this short and simple. Yall know how I love me some Grace 'Can't-Do-No-Wrong' Jones! I get very agitated and agravated when others try to immulate her, especially ones that don't come close to the goodness of GRACE. Now I'm sure a lot of you have viewed the catasrophic diabolical HAMASTIC photo of Kanye's side-piece, Amber Rose and her poor attempt to channel my GRACE. (I won't post AR's version cuz she is not worthy). What the hell was the bish thinking? Oh my bad, she wasn't. If she were she would have known that this attempt was a HELL NAW! She lacks the poise, lines, charisma,talent, savoir faire, attitude and GRACE of the Chocolate Disco Diva. GRACE=ART! This piece=ART! Her work makes you think and wanna party. KAmber's attempt, IMHO, was an attempt to extend her 15 minutes of fame. She has to stay in the lime-light some way. It's just another way for her dumb ass to show her ass to the world (I can't really call her dumb. N E 1 that makes money for being the side-piece for one Kanye West can't really be that boorish). Alirght KAmber, we get it. You like being bald on BOTH heads and you want the world to know it. Sitcho cellulitic ass down! I normally don't really care for the bish. Now initally I didn't like or dislike the trollop but now I loathe this bish with a capital LOATHE! I never went in threads talking about her b/c she never interested me but now the beast has ticked me off! Ok I'm getting more furious so I will make like Kanye's dick and cut this short. I hope the O' Great GRACE haul off and bust the bish in her head and yall know she will do it!

//signed//
A very disgusted Cat's Meow

Joshua Williams lived off of $8 a month!

Joshua Williams was the first African-American treated for his wounds in what is known today as the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs.
Ever heard of Joshua Williams?

His is an important name in the history of American Veterans.

Joshua Williams was the first African-American Veteran ever admitted to the National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers, which is now the Dayton, Ohio, VA Medical Center.

Joshua Williams was admitted to the home in March of 1867. He lived out the remainder of his life—three more years—there. The cemetery where Joshua Williams lies is now known as the Dayton National Cemetery.

Abraham Lincoln authorized the creation of National Homes to care for disabled, injured, and sick soldiers who fought to preserve the union, including those who served with U.S. Colored Troop (USCT) regiments. The National Homes was the precursor to today's Department of Veterans Affairs, with 153 medical centers and nearly 300,000 employees who care for all Veterans.

Joshua Williams served as a private for the Union forces in the Civil War and received a serious leg wound. His military service records described him as 6 feet 1 inches tall, "copper" complexion, brown eyes, and curly hair. He was listed as "free."

Pension was $8.00 a Month

By 1869, his wound affected the entire left side of his body and doctors at the National Home classified him as totally disabled for pension purposes—which was $8.00 per month.

Approximately 180,000 African Americans served as volunteer soldiers in 163 US Colored Troops units, comprising roughly 10% of the Union Army during the Civil War. Of the 198,000 African Americans that served in the Union forces, 36,847 died.

Approximately 21,000 Union veterans were admitted to four 'homes' between 1866 and 1881, and of that number, 195 were US 'Colored' Troops.

Related links:

Dayton, Ohio Veterans Affairs Medical Center
Dayton National Cemetery

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wake Up and Pay Attention!

Ya know, Life, it's not that hard. We just make it more difficult then it really is. Loving, it's not so complicated. We just don't know when, where and how to accept it. We are oftentimes so unaware of the powerful enigmatical presence when it's among us. Giving ain't difficult. What's so bewildering about opening up ur heart? Listen to it and the blessings flow...literally. I find that periodically in our quest for advice, we know the answer to the question we seek but just don't want to face it. Wether we are not sure if it's the answer or afraid of the outcome, we KNOW! None of these are as operose as we make it out to be. If u need to know the way...wake up and PAY ATTENTION!

//signed//
The Enlightened Cat's Meow

Thursday, February 11, 2010

THE TIME IS DRAWING NIGH!

In a lil more then 24 hrs, I will be in my footed PJs, sipping on Pink Panties, gulping down jello shots and pizza while celebrating my existence with some of my friends. "The Boss" and I, mainly her, have been planning this for weeks now and I'm so excited! I've been banned from the house after 12pm tomorrow so I think there's some type of decorating goings-on. I can see it now...pictures of ME & pink EVERYWHERE!I've ordered the famous Blue Bell icecream from Texas; B'nana Pudding, Cookies-N-Cream and Butter Pecan icecream will be at my door tonight packed in dry ice. I must confirm the pizza delivery and buffalo wing place, peel the shrimp and prepare the pig-in-the-blankets. Speaking of blankets, I think we may need more of those for tomorrow. My bourdoir looks like a Tsunami ran through it and my bathroom, a hurricane is no match for. Yeah I'm a messy Diva but I'm ok with that. I wish my other "me", Filita, could be here but she has to get her nursing on at work in D.C. and I'm mad about it!
Anyway, I hope everyone is up on their game of Twister cuz since I've never played, I WILL be cheating! So! It's MY party and I'll cheat if I want to! Cheat if I want to! Cheeeaaat if I want to! LMSBAO! Let's see, there will also be games of Phase 10, Vodka Roulette, Spades, a lip synching contest, two footed pajama contest and downing of more jello shots! This will be an event to remember...as long as I don't have any Hennessy. "The Boss" has banned me from having Hennessy in the public. She says my tyrant of an alter-ego, Elvada, reveals herself to the world and she is a BITCH! The funny thing is, I never remember anything after drinking it so I guess banning me from it is a good thing. I must get my new hair cut tomorrow and that will be an experience within itself. I've haven't sat in a beauticians chair in years. I normally go to the barbershop but since I've grown my hair out in the front, I must take a quick detour. Hhmmm....I just thought of something esle to complete my night. I'll keep ya posted. Today, Life is good.

//signed//
I'm the Cat's Meow and this is MY life as a COVERGIRL!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Ruth C. Ellis, the SGL Legacy

Ruth Ellis, and African-American LGBTQ activist, was born July 23, 1899 and died October 5, 2000. She was the oldest known open lesbian & an LGBT rights activist. Her life was the subject of the documentary directed by Yvonne Welbon, Living With Pride: Ruth C. Ellis @ 100.

Ruth was born in Springfield, Illinois to Charlie Ellis and Carrie Farro Ellis. She was the youngest of four children in the family and the only daughter. Her parents were born in the last years of slavery in Tennessee.

Ruth's mother died when she was a just fifteen years old. She came out as a lesbian around 1915, and graduated from Springfield High School in 1919, at a time when fewer than seven percent of African Americans graduated from secondary school.

In the 1920s, she met the only woman she ever lived with, Ceciline "Babe" Franklin. They moved together to Detroit, Michigan in 1937 where Ellis became the first American woman to own a printing business in that city. She made a living printing stationery, fliers, and posters out of her house.

Ellis and Franklin's house was also known in the African American community as the "gay spot". It was a central location for gay and lesbian parties, and also served as a refuge for African American gays and lesbians. Although Ellis and Franklin eventually separated, they were together for more than 30 years. Franklin died in 1973. Throughout her life, Ellis was an advocate for the rights of gays and lesbians, and of African Americans. She died in her sleep at her home on October 5, 2000.

The Ruth Ellis Center
The Ruth Ellis Center honors the life and work of Ruth Ellis & is one of only four agencies in the United States dedicated to homeless LGBT youth and young adults. Among their services are a drop-in center, street outreach program, transitional living programs, and emergency housing shelter. If you're every in the neighborhood, drop on by ya hear.

This has been a moment in African-American history....GAY African-American History!

//signed//
The Afrocentric Cat's Meow

Friday, February 5, 2010

3 Tears N Da Bucket, Fuck It!

Whilst browsing thru the queendom after a long day at work and school, I decided to turn on the tv at 1 AM due to the inability to sleep. I stumbled across that show Millionaire Matchmaker and its rerun of the episode Millionairess Meltdown. This millionairessbitch agreed to go out with a gentleman on a date. He sends her a beautiful red dress to wear on the date and the ungrateful bitch complained about the size and threw it across the bed. Then she had the nerve to not even wear the dress and be late coming downstairs to the car. Now the kicker and the trigger for me was when the trollop came down, shook his hand and scurried back into the damn hotel. She ran so fast that her shoe came off. He picked her shoe up and waited for her to come back down to the car. Po' thang waited his new tan off cuz her ass never returned. Her bama ass had the nerve to leave her shoe behind like she was Cinderella! More like a damn Bitcherella to me. My heart sank to the bottom of my pink footed pajama. This pain and embarrasment was all too familiar to me.
I agreed to go out on a date with this guy who shall remain nameless (his name rhymes with Nathan Fornicate). I got all dolled up like you know I do, splashed on my lil face paint and was dressed to kill. I was so excited. I hadn't been on a date since...since...since...does my check up at the GYN count? Anyway, I waited for his arrival, I went down to get him to bring him up for a glass of wine, went into my room to find my purse and a quick glance in the mirror when I hear, "I'll be right back. Gotta get something from the car." The door shut and there was complete silence. You'd think that I would be elated but for some reason the butterflies in my stomach weren't from excitement, it was from an intuition. Nah I thought, "It's just nervousness from not being on a date since Mary kissed Joseph to get Jesus." Five minutes went by. Ten minutes had come and gone before I decided to go down and possibly meet him at the car. I got on the elevator, clutched my purse and then got off on the ground floor. I went outside the double glass doors only to find the spot were his car had been was empty. I looked "to da left, to da left" and there was no sign of the guy who's name ryhmed with Nathan. My heart sank like it did for the young man on the show but only at this time, my heart sank to the bottom of my pink, tear-stained stiletto. I called him on the way back to my apartment but I got no answer. Needless to say, I was very disappointed and very sad. I vowed that this would not happen to me again and it hasn't. But that could be because no one asks me out on a real date anyway (scratches head).
Whatever, his loss now, though I felt slighted at that time. I'm not sure what lesson I was supposed to have learned from all of this but I hope I learned it....I think.

Hmph..don't cry over spilled milk cuz my makeup is too expensive for that shit.

//signed//
The Cat's Meow
*dialing Patti Stanger*

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Little Known Facts About A Little Known Black (Part Deux)

Otis Frank Boykin (1920-1982)an inventor and engineer, invented electronic control devices for guided missiles, IBM computers, and the control unit for a pacemaker.

Otis Frank Boykin was born in 1920 in Dallas, Texas. His mother was a homemaker and his father was a carpenter. He worked as a laboratory assistant at the nearby University's aerospace laboratory. Otis attended Fisk University and Illinois Institute of Technology, but dropped out after 2 years because his parents could not afford his tuition.

Boykin, in his lifetime, ultimately invented more than 25 electronic devices. One of his early inventions was an improved electrical resistor for computers, radios, televisions and an assortment of other electronic devices. Other notable inventions include a variable resistor used in guided missiles and small component thick-film resistors for computers.

Boykin's most famous invention was likely a control unit for the artificial heart pacemaker. The device essentially uses electrical impulses to maintain a regular heartbeat. Boykin died of heart failure in 1982.

Wow, so much talent and intellect is so deeply rooted in the African American community. And though I do appreciate the "famous" African Americans that contributed to society, I'm always greatful to find a not-so-famous African American that has contributed greatness to the society as well. I love me an IBM International Business Machines INVENTIVE BLACK MAN!

Cites:Biography.com/blackhistory

//Signed//
A Proud African American Cat's Meow

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

A Little Know Fact About a Little Known Black....

Without this guy and his invention, we still maybe getting our mail delivered by a dude on a horse that may or may not get our shit right and give our mail to the neighbors or the grocer down the street. Or we would still be standing outside waiting for the mail carrier to bring our checks or our BIRTHDAY cards out in the rain, snow, sleet or sunshine. But we don't and it's all because of PHILIP B. DOWNING.

The street letter drop mailbox with a hinged door that closed to protect the mail was invented by Philip B. Downing. Downing, an African-American inventor, patented his new device on October 27, 1891 (US Patent # 462,093).
His designed incorporated the hinged-door opening that is a common feature on US mailboxes. The mailbox he invented consisted of a lid that covered and closed the mailing slot, a safety plate that hung vertically in the box, a transverse plate that provided a shelf for receiving the mail inside the box, a weather strip to prevent the mailed from being weathered of rain or snow from damaging the mail, and a rod extention for support.

This has been a little known fact about a little known black and this has been a moment in African American History.

sources:Black Inventors and Evia Davis


//signed//
An informed Cat's Meow

Monday, February 1, 2010

You Go Gurl!

Today marks the month of MY Bornday! And this week, I'd like 2 challenge the ladies to encourage two deserving women a day thru encouragement, inspiration or a paying a compliment. Often times we fail to appreciate or acknowledge our fellow sisters whether we have time or we forget or we do so in silence. In our minds we may say "That sistah is doing the damn thang!" but try to say that shit out loud why don'tcha? It works wonders! We are quick to vocalize our disapproval of what she's wearing, what she's said, her un-Diva like actions or her attitude or the way she thinks. A lot of times I hear the, "Black women are the only race of women that tear each other down." This is NOT so! This happens amongst every race of women be they African American, Latino, Caucasian or the Asain Persuasions. Can we do more uplifting and less tearing down? Yes, we can. I've seen it happen countless of times. I love it when a woman compliments another woman. It gives me the warm fuzzies inside. Men, for some reason can't do that and if they do it's the "Hey man, those shoes are tight, NO HOMO." What the hell is that shit all about? I'll save that answer for another blog.
Ladies, let's share out positive thoughts about each other loud and proud this week. Post it on Facebooks, Myspaces, at the Walmart or at the mall, in the car next to you or walking down the street! Tell your coworker that you love her hair if you truly like it. Tell your neighbor that she looks FIERCE in those heels. Thank the cashier at McDonald's for getting your order in so promptly. If you see a woman coming towards you on the street and you feel her positive spirit and you think she's beautiful, be vocal about your thoughts. Make another sistahs day for a change. And if you so happen to run into anyone that doesn't like it, you tell them to come and see me!

I am the CAT'S MEOW and I've approved this message!

//signed//
The Cat's Meow

Happy Aqua Month!

HAPPY BORNDAY TO ALL OF MY AQUADIVAS AND DIVOS!

There is no other sign quite like the philanthropic, uber exciting and over the top Aqua! The water bearer is NO JOKE! We just don’t want to be like others and take pride in the fact that we are so fucking unique. We are zesty with extremes amount of energy and GRAND personalities! HA! Don't I know it! We love the world, cry for the world and try to save the world all while having fun doing it but DO NOT step on our toes 'cuz we don't take too kind of it! Though we are secretly super sensitive, we don't mind reading you up, down and all-up-and-thru! Our logic is like no other and we are totally ok with that. We say what we mean and mean what we say and if you don't like it then TOUGH TITTY! AQUAS RULE THE FREAKING WORLD!

Famous Aqua mottos:
I know, therefore I am.
How the Aquarian thinks now, the whole world will think 5 years from now!
So get PRESENT Bitches!

Some Aquarius Traits

Positive Traits• Super Friendly and humanitarian
• Honest and loyal
• Original and inventive
• Independent and intellectual

Negative Traits (if there are any)
• Intractable and contrary
• Perverse and unpredictable
• Unemotional and detached

Aquarius Likes: fame and recognition, personal privacy, rainbows, dreams, magic, change for its own sake, eccentricity, surprises, and living within their means despite the many temptations which constantly surround them every waking moment.
Aquarius Dislikes: people who show off, being taken for granted, being pinned down, violence and fighting, and senseless or purposeless extravagance of any sort.

This is a brief peak into our world so feel privileged!

//signed//
The Proud Aqua Cat's Meow

Happy BornMonth 2 Me!


Yes, I said BornMonth because this is the month of my birth and like most Divas, I celebrate it all month! From February 1st to February 28Th, I partake in festivities to celebrate my existence. Why the whole month you ask? BECAUSE I WANT TO! It's my party and I do what I wanna! And this year I wanna have a slumber party! Yep, I will be having a slumber party this year. I've never had one in my whole entire life. My parents were slightly uppity when it came to sharing our home with mere mortals so I never got the privilege to pop the corn, watch scary movies, talk about boys and my dreams and aspirations over hot cocoa in my footed pajamas. I never enjoyed junk food, snuck and drank alcohol and bad talk other girls while sitting around the fire with rollers in my hair. Now, I get that chance and I am so excited! I did, however, add a lil twist to it. I'm having a coed slumber party and every individual must wear footed pajamas or as I call them...a Royal Onesie! My friends will enjoy spending the night with 'moi' and experiencing how I wake up in the AM all refreshed, fussy and cute! There will be a lip syncing contest to two of my favorite songs, one of them "I BELIEVE THAT THE WORLD SHOULD REVOLVE AROUND ME" by Little Jackie and they must perform it as I would. I think I wanna have Footed PJ contests as well. One will be for the best/cutest PJ but of course I will win that by default. I CAN'T WAIT! I'll keep ya posted;)

//signed//
The Elated Cat's Meow

Friday, January 15, 2010

GAY IS NOT!

"Man, you wore THAT to work today? That is soooo gay!" "That is so GAY for you to say that!" "That is the GAYEST procedure I've ever heard!" "There was a plane crass the other day that killed 100 people. Wow, that was so GAY." "Buff dudes are so GAY for all of those muscles."
If you are bothered by statements such as these then you and I see eye to eye. If you see nothing wrong and isn't bothered by them at all then YOU, my friend, is GAY! You didn't like me saying that did you? So, are you GAY? GAY is not a replacement word for things that are unfortunate, silly, dumb, stupid, bad or any other negative adjective. How would you feel if someone used your race, name or sexual orientation as a negative connotation? Instead of saying something is so stupid, try using the word ASIAN. Let's not say something is so dumb, but try saying, "That is sooooo HETERO that it ain't funny." Don't say something is so silly anymore but say that it's so 'HISPANIC'! The earthquake in Haiti is not 'unfortunate' but rather (insert YOUR name here) instead. Replace the word 'ignorant' with the word 'black' or 'negro'...angry aren't we?
Derogatory words or statements like these, in my opinion, are used by a hateful or bigoted person or is used out of lack of better vocabulary. If you don't know how to describe something horrible, just use the word GAY instead.....NOT! Try reading a dictionary or utilizing a freaking thesaurus for crying out loud! Expand your damn mind AND your vocabulary. Not only are you politically incorrect but semantically AND morally incorrect. How dare you use one's sexual orientation as a negative remark. Hell, the word was originally derived to describe HAPPY anyway. If you are going to use the word at least have the decency to use it for lively, delightful, gleeful and jovial things you moron!

I'm done venting now but you go and have a very GAY day ya hear:-)

//signed//
The Disgruntled Cat's Meow

Monday, January 11, 2010

Whatever it takes......

Enlightened...somewhat.

Sometimes one has to do what it takes, whatever it takes, whenever deemed neccessary to get what we want and deserve. When we allow someone or something to control our lives to the point where it can run or ruin our lives then we are dead to ourselves. We can allow such things to block our blessings, our chance at love, life or the pursuit of happiness. Who are we to blame but ourselves? Some things deserve explanations and some things need no introduction. Its up to us to differentiate. What do we do in this case? We ask questions perhaps? We see all three sides of the story? What about giving benefit of the doubt? And some things you just have to let go cuz it ain't worth the fight. Whether you think its worth the fight and the other person doesn't or vice versa then guess what? It aint worth the fight unless both peeps think its worth it cuz you can't fight by your-damn-self...you'd be a fool to think so. If they don't think its worth the fight or hassle then so be it cuz later on down the line you will figure out that you may have lost to begin with. Do what it takes to succeed, say what it takes to sell and run what it takes to win. Feel what it takes to love and love what it takes to live for its love and passion that really makes the world go 'round yall.

The Bon Vivant Cat's Meow...

Monday, January 4, 2010

Can I walk on water now?


Ok so I decided to take a much needed trip to the spa this weekend. I treated myself to a lil reflexology just to get my feet played with a lil. Hey I don't have a boo so it was the only thing I could think of....DON'T JUDGE ME! LOL Anyway, whilst waiting in the waiting area for my feet to be played with all while relieving stress, I stumbled upon one of the sevices the VIDA ORGANIC SPA offered. One of those services was the Ionic Foot Bath. Hhmmmm....I've heard of this before, read about it it's benefits but never got the chance to participate in the foot bathing festivities so I figured why not. Stacey was with me and we surprisingly had nothing to do so I treated us both to one. Yeah, I love my friend even though she's trying to divorce me!
The benefits of the Ionic Foot Cleanse/Bath are supposed to be as follows (I say supposedly b/c there are many speculations as to the benefits of the thingy but I'll let you know later if it works or not):

- ionic foot baths stimulate and rebalance the whole bioenergetic field,
- clear up energetic blockages / unblock the energy flow in the meridians
- facilitate capillary micro-circulation in the organs (including the detoxifying organs)
- improve lymphatic circulation and boost immune functions, thus increase the body's ability to fight infections, inflammations and cancer
- enhance the functioning of the detoxifying organs such as the liver, kidneys, colon, skin and lungs
- enhance the body's ability to protect itself from electromagnetic field radiation
- have a general stimulating effect on the whole organism increasing the overall sense of well-being
- ion foot baths improve sleep and memory functions
- decrease recovery time after injuries, surgeries and diseases
- help repairing the tissues, especially the connective tissues; increase flexibility
- enhance nutrient absorption
- help to relieve headaches, arthritis and joint pain

In otha words, this shindig is supposed to detox your body.....THRU THE FEET! Huh? What?

Now, the colors in the water is supposed to represent the part of the body being detoxed or problematic for you. I thought...yeah right. So being that I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, according to this color wheel my ionic water should turn orange. Hmmm....(tapping finely manicured hands on chin). This is betta work or I will cut up!
The Color Wheel is as follows:
Black liver and gallbladder
Black Flecks heavy metals
Blue kidney
Brown liver, tobacco, cellular debris
Green gallbladder
Orange joints
Red Flecks cellular debris, blood clot material
Yellow bladder, urinary tract, female/prostate area
Cheesy candidas (yeast infection), fungal infections
Foam mucus
Oil Floating fat


Low & behold my damn water turned Yellow then Orange & Brown with Red Flecks! Holy Guacamole this shit may just be the truth. I've had bladder surgery, I have RA and my blood clotting is def not up to par. My water got so crumy it was growing moss on the side of the foot bath thingy-ma-jig! OH No! I'm all corrupted on the inside. GOTDAMN GRIDDLE CAFE has got it in for me! I'ont care!
The funny thing is, Stacey's water never turned colors at all and that trollop is dirtier than I am! What gives? They tried it twice and still nothing. Hmmm...so what does that mean? (tapping manicured hands AND toxic feet)So now Stacey has to walk around mad with dirty feet and a toxic body. Now did yall see that if oil is floating that you're...ahhemm..overweight right? Ok Just checkin'....

Yall should try it out and bring me back a full report whilst I research a lil mo'. Now that my feet has been cleansed of all inequities, may I attempt to walk on water?

//signed//
The Toxic bodied Cat's Meow

Friday, January 1, 2010

Praying 4 Peace is like Fucking 4 Virginity...

Today whilst roaming thru my queendom I stumbled upon a statement someone made. That statement was "I'm a simple man.... I just want a drama free year." I, in turn, responded with, "But how would U appreciate simplicity w/o drama? U can't appreciate the sun if it didn't rain." He then begins to explain that it's all controllable. He is convinced that you can control all of the drama in your life by eliminating or discounting people that are "dramatic". He says, "...negative people everywhere but you can control them entering your "life". You can control it all... If u focus...just remove negative humans out your life.. ". Though I agree partially, I disagree more. Yes, upon an inital meeting of a person you can sense if they are about drama and choose to exclude them from your life never to be entertained by them again but what about the people that's already in your life? Do you exclude them too? If mama or daddy is having a dramatic episode do you exclude them from your life forever or do you bounce until the coast is clear? I say bounce until the coast is clear. The longer you entertain drama, it will stick around like the mole on Cindy Crawford's face. It's how you handle drama that's important. You can choose to entertain it or you can choose learn from it and move on and trust me, there is education in negativity. It's like you can choose to have a good day or you can choose to have a bad one. You don't however, eliminate everyone from your life. That's a lonely life to live. And how do you exactly live w/o drama? You can't! That's like trying to control the rain or tax. They both are inevitable! And who's to say that drama is brought on by people IN your life? Drama can be brought on by a total stranger coming out of the blue and like....totaling your car or stealing your identity. Did you invite those people N2 your life? No but they brought you the drama of gaining the headaches obtaining a new vehicle. You have issues with the insurance company, the rental company, maybe the bus driver if you decide to take public transportation. Then there's the $250 to $500 deductable that you may not have in the bank. The list goes on and on. Let's not mention the headaches of a stolen identity and trust me, I've been there and it's no walk in the park. You basically have to prove that you are who you say you are and we all know that's not an easy task. Drama, like rain, taxes & death, will always be around. There are things that will always be inevitable no matter how positive you try to be or think. It's life! That's why I find it very amusing and quite funny actually when one gets frustrated when they can't live a perfect life. Are you serious? Praying for peace is like fucking for virginity...IMPOSSIBLE!
My second and most important point is this....how can one appreciate the sunshine w/o a lil rain? This too, my friend, is impossible. Walk around the house blindfolded for a couple of hours & see how much you appreciate sight. Lock yourself in the house for 2 days w/o a loved one, tv, radio, Facebook, the internet or people and see how much you miss companionship. You can't appreciate the person you are if there were never any disparaging moments. Some people usually don't appreciate their jobs until they don't have one. The old saying goes "You never miss your water until your well runs dry."

Let me know your thoughts. I appreciate what you have to say.

May your next 364 days equal 2 a great new year for you.

Namaste'
The Appreciative Cat's Meow