Beginnings...

Easy Peasy, they said.  Easy Peasy my ass, I said.

Welcome to my very first post.  An uneventful introduction, I admit - but give me a break.  I'm new to this.

I started this blog to document my everyday thoughts.  This will also come in very handy if I'm ever in court and they want to verify my sanity - or lack thereof.  Ain't nothing like a blog that contains "Cat Lady" in the title to ensure a quick taxi ride to the nearest loony bin. Ya with me on that one?

I am in need of an outlet, of sorts.  I'm a big dreamer with horrible follow through, a great cheerleader who has  no rhythm, a snarky lass without an audience, you get the idea.  This is a toenail dip in the pool of realizing a dream that I've had for a very long time.  Writing.

I've always loved to write.  Since forever.  I would write short stories as a child, poems as a disillusioned, uncomfortable teen, and horrific letters that were never mailed to ex's who did me dirty.  My issue has always been:   I can't write what I'm not passionate about.  Not great for a career that would start you writing about the local crime wave of mailbox baseball.  Don't get me wrong.  I feel for both the owners and the mailboxes.  I just don't feel for them.

As a twenty-somethinger, I lost my desire. Well, let's say I misplaced my desire. I was swept up in being a twenty-somethinger.  I had a swinging decade, I must admit.  I was a Social Butterfly, with plans coming out my butterfly ass.  A Friday night at home meant you were beyond sick, or someone had died.  Period. 

My thirties started out Social Butterfly-ish.  Much more mature and grown-up, but inevitably, finding ways to NOT stay home on a Friday night.  Then it stopped.  I won't get in to the gory details.  I'm sure we'll delve in to my 20's and 30's in later postings.  With wine.  Lots and lots of wine.

Fast forward a few years to the present.  I cohabitate with a cat who raises hell, while I raise little of my own.  Once again my need for an outlet.  How exactly did I go from being a social butterfly, to that weird cat lady in the corner condo? OK.  So I added the "weird" part, but nonetheless. I'm not sure.  I think that's what this blog will help me figure out.   

Here's just a few things I am about:

• I love debate.  As long as it's fair debate.  If you get dirty and start getting personal, I shut you off and start picturing your sudden demise.  PS.  It usually ends in a fiery crash with me laughing.
• I love animals.  Not like "oh, what a a cute kitty" or "can I pet your dog" type of lady.  I seriously love animals more than people.
• I don't understand dance music.  Even in my Social Butterfly days. I just don't get it.
• I am a driver, not a car steer-er.  That's from my Dad, and I think it's awesome.  Living in Jersey, this is super important.  People who understand, understand.  My brother says I have road rage.  I say everyone else is a f*cki*# as^ho*$!
• I try not to kill any insects in my house.  I will take them outside and set them free.  Unless you're a spider.  Then my cat is coming for you.  HARD.

In the end, I'm writing for me.  With the hopes of finding an audience who likes my voice.  I'm hoping this will be a fun adventure and something to fulfill my soul.  My thanks to those who have inspired me, you know who you are.

I've already spent far too many hours on trying to set up this page.  Easy peasy, they said.  Easy peasy my ass, I said.

With Love

Lady Butterfly

xoxo