kat’s eye view

“Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.” - Tom Gates

I have a hard time admitting that I’m hurt. Why? Because saying that my feelings got hurt is also admitting that I’m weak. Or, so I thought. I realized that getting angry instead of simply saying that “I’m hurt” is actually the weaker thing to do.

Life lesson #1248754 learned… and 783429384435345893458791245 more to go.

Two years ago on this day, Thanksgiving was on November 22, 2007. And a year after that, “K” was born. (She’s 1 now & oh-so cute)

I also wrote this:

The 4 F’s of my Thanksgiving…

#1 F: Family - unconditional, undying love & support. without them i am nothing. ’nuff said

#2 F: Friends - the care & concern i’ve received from my friends have all taken a part in nurturing my being.. helping me reach my greatest potential. you are who you surround yourself with, and so far, all my friends are beautiful people, inside, but mostly out. teehee

#3 F: Foes - for testing my patience when i felt it was impossible to hold my composure. for instilling within me a greater threshold of understanding and forgiveness. but most of all, pushing me to my limits, giving me the strength to let go without regret.

#4 Feast! (food)- this one my brother bear can laugh to himself about.. how ever we all celebrate thanksgiving, turkey, galbi, ham, KFC, whatever.. eat lots, and be thankful!

Cafe Gratitude - SF

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Since then, a lot of things have changed. But I’m grateful for exactly all the same things this year as I was two years ago, but I should add one more “F” to that list:

#5 F: Furry Friends - Rambo. (pls. see “all about me” for picture reference) He keeps me sane and my toes warm on these cold California nights. I heart him.

Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.
– Oprah Winfrey

Whenever I hear someone say that something ‘blows’, I tell them to ‘blow it back’ (in my head).

Funny ‘blow’ story:

So, my friends and I were exchanging bad sex stories over drinks one day and one of my guy friends said that when he was in high school, he dated a girl that had never gone down on a guy before. When he asked her to try it, she unzipped his pants, pulled off his boxers and started to ‘blow’ on his penis, like one would their birthday candles, and then asked him “did that feel good?”

Safe to say that THAT blow job totally blew.

Waiting to use the restroom when lover is napping… just in case the flush might wake him.