Kunta Kinte or Toby?

We stick with family names normally.

Dh has the odd ball names like: LaVern, Byron, and Ulysses.

I told you all about my brothers and my father right.

So While I do want to keep with family names I just think it's unfair that I got the rest of the kids named after family members who did great things in their life and then I have to tell this poor child that I named him after drug addicts, children beaters and a mentally unstable gay uncle.

Honestly, he's gonna look at me like "WTF??? Did you really think I was a mistake from the start???!!"

I have friends and family who just "feel" that I need to "give" someone in my family a "Black/African" name but come on, the second I do that will be the second that I have a blond hair, blue eyed, white as snow baby named Kunta Kinte.

I didn't even ask for opinions or bring the topic up!

Dh and I (in our sick sense of humor) did agree on one thing, if we go that route we should pick Toby.

Toby because...well for those who want the "Black" name,it would piss them off since Toby is the name given to Kunta Kinte in the movie Roots (remember the scene where Kunta Kinte refuses to take the name?). I have nothing against "black" names but because my family and these friends are twisted and dh's family is the same, this child would become the "African" spokes person for our dang family or be despised by the other side.

Okay, so we are bad...and mean...and totally not politically correct in any form but if we had ever given a rat's A$$ we would have stayed within our own "kind" and kept everyone happy.

But like I said, we are mean.
 

Okay, so I'm shopping at Motherhood (goodness those prices!) and I'm thinking to myself:

I have an issue with women who wear thongs and try on pants... I mean a piece of "floss" literally separates their "Juices" from foaming onto the inside of the pants that I'm now trying on.

But even worse:

When I for some reason can't find the dental floss on the woman who thinks that plumbers a$$ is more attractive on her than it is on a man. This leaves me to wonder:

If I should ever get that "itch" down there, is it just the normal "hormones acting up and causing a yeast infection" or is it a bad case of crabs because Brittney-wanna-be decided to bump nasties in a pair of jeans I tried on.

I wear underwear (no thongs) so I guess there's nothing to fear but the thought just came to me at that moment.

Anyways, the purpose of this - Motherhood is having a sale on some of their undies. 10 bucks a pack. These things are sooo comfy. Just thought I let my Preggie buddies know!

Hugs-Kat
 

I thought I lost the title to this one but it just came to me again! Yay!

Intrusive Thoughts: Based on a True Story.

Based around my experiences with PTSD due to a traumatic birth experience.
 

NaNoWriMo 2008 is over and I am now writing a blog.

It was a different feel for me. I was excited to write this year but not because I was excited about my own story but because I was excited about the stories of others. I spent a lot of time cheering on my fellow NaNoer's and enjoyed it much. Though I must admit that I never full got into my own story. From the start I was never excited about it like I had been in previous years. Instead I was more excited about setting the goal and finishing it.

I found that once I finished book one, I had no clue as to how I wanted to start book two. Since the goal was to finish both books, this presented a problem not only for that personal goal but for the NaNo goal since I had only 30k words at the time. At this point my inner editor popped in and for the most part she stayed for the remainder of the challenge.

It is very, very hard to write with the inner editor. I could not for the life of me write more than 1500 words at a time. It drove me up the damn wall! I found myself cutting and pasting, questioning my characters and plot and in the end, I was sick of it all, could not get into character and felt that it was a lost. How depressing since for only about 15k words of the entire NaNo did I ever feel that I was close to what I had experienced in my past writing sessions. It seems like such a small fraction when compared to the 55k words total that I had written during the month.

And so the month ended and while there were many aspects of it that I enjoyed, there were many others that I did not. I did however end with a new and refreshed spirit towards writing or shall I say, towards editing.

Hugs-Kat
 

*From the author of Zombie Dogs - A world full of dead weenier dogs out to kill the human race - Comes NIGHT LIFE OF THE LIVING STIFFS - A tale of dead weeniers out to hump the living...
AND THE LIVING DEAD!
 

Today I bring you your daily dosage of creepy stalker like chic.

Okay, it's been a while since I've blogged and yet I'm telling people daily "I'm gonna blog! PROMISE!!!" Well here's the issue, I got things running through my head that I've been wanting to say and was a bit afraid to say.

But, I've decided that I'm gonna say it and either you will understand or you will totally freak out. Either way, it's off MY chest. If at any point you are too freaked out about the subject below, just send me an email and let me know. I understand that some people just aren't on that level.

So I'm a lovable, likable person who never, NEVER understood "chatting, internet relationships, flirting and such." and how people could get wrapped up in them. But, I've noticed my internet friendships and views have changed in the past year. I've had friends pass away, lose their children and spouses, jobs and homes. I've also had people who have inspired me to make changes in my life.

They say that communication is the key to any relationship. Can you communicate any better than this? We write all our thoughts down for the world to see and share just about everything. I mean it's love at first sight-wait, make that love at first site. First word, thread, chat?(I've had this convo. before...)

Look at us...White, black, thin, fat, young, old...our looks don't matter, nothing matters. I'm out here making friends and chatting away and no one cares. No one cares because they only have the choice to talk and learn and get to know us and then decide.

I LOVE MY INTERNET FRIENDS!

Like totally in love with you all and that sounds a bit creepy and all but it's true.I'm not talking about "Hey wanna see my boobs? " I love you. I'm talking about...

Everyday I wake up and look at myself in the mirror and want to give up...
And everyday I come on here and one of you are here for me and I knew all along that you would be. And I've never met you...and you never met me...not in person at least. But I know you or at least I know who you want to be, who you wish to be. I know you on an emotional and mental level.

I'm not talking "in love" as in "sexual/romance" I'm talking about "in love"....

A love that honestly makes you cry when your team mate says that she was in tears because someone made a comment about her weight in public.The love that makes you realize that if you could, you would be there in a heart beat to comfort her.

I believe you when you say that you are depressed when those numbers go up and I can actually feel that, imagine that because I've been there too.
I believe you when you say you got into those jeans and the "whoo hoo" is loud and clear to me.

I love who you are, who you say you are because I believe that even if it's not true, it's still who you want to be. You could photo shop your picture or put up one of a model and I wouldn't care because I believe that it's your way of saying "this is who I really am once you get past all the superficial crap." Maybe it's your way of saying "this is who I want to be or know I can be."

And even if it's not the true you...I still love you...I love the fact that you want to be that beautiful person, that you believe and know you are. I love the fact that you are such a great person that even when you don't know someone "in person", you still support them and tell them that you care. How can I not love that about you? How can anyone not love that about you?

I've met many internet friends and it's amazing...I learned so much about them that nothing changed once we met in person. I didn't care about their looks, clothes...nothing. Those little things, well when you learn to love someone for who they are, those little things don't even matter.

You don't have to love me back, you can just like me. I understand that I'm one of those people who loves to love and not everyone is that way. I want you to know that I'm not gonna flash you my boob or ask for your number...street address and where you keep your undies. But, I will tell you that you've changed my life. I've learned to live away from friends and family and I've learned that communication is key.

Know that I really do mean it when I say that I love you. When things hit the fan I'm thinking of you and wishing that I could be there to support you. Yes, I would totally hug you and hold you and cry myself silly. And the whole while I would tell you that it's okay, I know the mental and emotional you, who you want to be and know you can be. I will tell you that, that person I know is truly beautiful, utterly amazing and inspires me everyday to change and become the person I want to be and know I truly am.

I'm totally loving you all right now! Completely in tears!

I love you, you are beautiful and amazing and every time we chat you make me feel the same. It's a feeling we all deserve.

Hugs-Kat

 

Well see, I think she has a child. Maybe one she doesn't see often or hasn't seen in a while but the book, see the book she keeps it by her bed side; she's always thinking about her, she's always there...right there. I mean it's something worth looking into, the child, the father that is. He would have a motive, if he had the child or took the child. And, he would be someone who was close to the victim or at least at one point was close to the victim. That would fit this type of an attack. Look at it, the killing is personal, the attacker, he didn't use a gun, he got up close and personal, in her face. He wanted to take her life and he wanted to do it with his own bare hands. He attacked her, just her, the other vicitim was just simply in the way." he finished.
 

Well, I dreamed about that burning neighborhood again so i'm guessing this one has to be written. Also, add in one about adding and one about counting to ten when you are upset. both of them children's stories.
 

Well today is pretty much over and tomorrow will be the 21st which means that I have 9 days until the 30th of April.

How am I doing?

Very, very far behind.

I still have 91 pages to go....
 

Okay, so I never got the 5 pages done. I'm so darn tired but I'm hoping that I can get something done. Tuesday and Wednesday are going to be really busy. I'm hoping for at least 5 pages between both days. After that, I know it's all about busting my butt. I'm not even reading at this point but I'm hoping to get some of that done tomorrow. I might have to set aside more time for such things.