<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:45.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meowww...</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts from That Kitty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-82095354</id><published>2002-09-25T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T10:31:48.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew... too much has been happening to recap.  Kitty is in good spirits.  I have been pretty involved with D#5.  It's incredible how good something can truly be, even when you're not really trying.  But it is.  Kitty and D#5... mmm... &lt;heart beating&gt; !!!   I know... I know... settle down Kitty.  But when something is this good... you just wish there could be more!!!    ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1 is good.  She and I are planning a weekend away, somewhere.  Not sure where we want to go.  Someplace close to Pittsburgh, maybe within a couple hour drive.  Any suggestions?  She is working on having a *friend* go, and I have been working on taking D#5 along.  Wow... how hot that will be if we can do it.  Meowww...   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D2 is busy busy busy with her bf, R.  He moved in with her which really surprised the heck outta D1 and me.  She's been very independent for so long and not only does she have R living with her, but his two daughters who spend the weekends with them at her place.  She was NEVER one for children of any age, let alone have two thrusted upon her.  She seems to be coping and adapting better than we thought she would.  Life is good for D2 and I am so happy for her.  She deserves much happiness and peace in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty quiet in Pittsburgh.  Changing of the seasons, finally.  I just could not take one more day of the hazy, hot, humid weather we had to suffer through this Summer.  Thank goodness, its over.  I always loved Fall.  The leaves are only just beginning to turn their beautiful colors.  Maybe D1, her friend, D#5 and I can go on a trip somewhere up north where the leaves are changing and really enjoy all the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are good.  Busy with school and their activities.  I wish I could do more for them.  Money is really tight right now.  But I try to do my best to make sure they have what they need.  Life can really suck sometimes though.  You always want your kids to have more than you had and for them to be able to experience what you were not able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here is a romantic story for you... my sister K, who is 6 years older than me, recently became involved with her high school sweetheart and first true love... after 30 years.... yes 30 years.  So I believe even more so now that it can and will happen to me too.  She had been searching for P, not knowing that he had been searching for her too.  She's had quite a life and had been living in several different places throughout the years.  But luck would have it that P's son happened to find K's name and address on the internet and... voila... the two were reconnected just in time for their 30th high school reunion.  P, who lives in Maryland right now, is leaving to move up to Pittsburgh to be with K and my neice and should be here by year's end.  K is so thrilled and excited.  I haven't seen her like this in years.  It is good for her.  She's really had a hard life being a single parent.  The only problem with this perfect picture is that P suffers from lymphoma (sp?) cancer.  He has been in remission for some time but does have spells every now and then and, of course, is on lots of medicine.  She is trying to be strong for him because no one knows how much longer he may have.  He was diagnosed over 2 years ago, so maybe there is hope.  He, on the other, had given up and had convinced himself he did not want to go on... but then... he and K were reunited and everyday they thank God for bringing them back together again.  I think this is just so romantic.  I do hope that they can live *happily ever after*.  I believe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-82095354?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/82095354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/82095354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82095354' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-81454100</id><published>2002-09-11T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T11:28:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only one message today... GOD BLESS AMERICA!  The tragedy of 9-11-01 will forever remain in my mind but the sorrow for all the victims and their families will forever remain in my heart!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-81454100?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/81454100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/81454100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81454100' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-81185351</id><published>2002-09-05T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T08:48:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a long while, too long, since I blogged.  I guess I'm just into *other things* right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been getting hot and heavy with D!!!  Woohoo for Kitty!!!  He actually was able to FINALLY give Kitty what I had been waiting for and it was nice... very niiiiiiiiiiiiiice!!!  ;-)   As much as I would really like to go gaa gaa over D, I have been holding back all my feelings and emotions.  I want him to be the first to speak his mind about what he is feeling.  Its physical... only physical.  Remember that Kitty.   :-(   As for the other *hm*, hot tub man is just another chapter in the book of my trials and tribulations.  Oh well.  At least I have a nice memory of that one night in the hot tub.  I had lunch with another *hm* last Friday.  It was an ok lunch till we went for a ride afterwards and found ourselves in his car parked in a lot under a local bridge... making out like there was no tomorrow.  It was rather exciting and a bit erotic because we could see that there were a couple guys watching from nearby.  Oh the art of exhibitionism!!!  Ha ha!  Anyhoo, I'm still waiting to hear back from him.  He seemed like he would be a lot of fun and enjoys doing the same things I like to do!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen much of D1 or D2.  D1 is having some problems at home with her husband's company going bankrupt and his losing his job and on top of that her oldest son is getting married next month, so she has a lot on her plate right now.  I've just been a good trusting caring friend for her which is what she needs more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for D2, well she has had a lot happen in her life.  Her steady boyfriend decided it was time that he move in with her.  So he did and it has really changed her.  She feels that she cannot go out and party with me and D1 like she did because he is there now and he makes comments when she goes out and he is at home.  This really frightens me because she doesn't need to have this kind of obsessive and possessive relationship in her life.  He needs to understand that she is going out with us to have fun.  He is afraid that she is going out to look for another guy or worse, that other guys will approach her.  He does have a very serious trusting/jealousy issue he needs to deal with.  Its not fair to her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than that the kids are back to school.  I have a new babysitter for Lara.  She seems nice and very responsible.  Lara likes going to her house.  I think this situation will work out nicely.  Thank goodness.  Finding trusting babysitters is so hard now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nothing else new to report for now.  Of course, I will keep the almighty blog updated on the *hm* front and the exciting albeit adventureous and dangerous life that Kitty leads!!!   Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-81185351?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/81185351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/81185351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81185351' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-80486722</id><published>2002-08-20T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T15:05:53.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW... time got away from Kitty.  It's been a month since I *blogged*.  Bad bad Kitty.  So, what has been happening... the usual... shuffling the hootchie men around.  I haven't seen much of D the chef.  He did ask if I wanted a ride into work tomorrow.  We know what that means!!!  ;-)   Lets see what other *hm* there are now... R is new.  I think we may do lunch one day this week and we may have a date lined up for Saturday (depending on how lunch goes).  Oh, I had so much fun with J, another new one.  He has a hot tub.  Woohoo... Kitty loves hot tubs.  I am hoping that maybe we can have some more fun in the tub this Friday.  &lt;crossing paws!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from a long weekend in Williamsburg/Busch Gardens Virginia (with an hour long visit to Virginia Beach).  The kids were brats, totally, never stopped fighting for a minute.  Not even to take a breath.  Celebrated Lara's 2nd birthday down there.  She didn't have a clue what was going on or where she was.  She was cute and adorable, as always.  I am so blessed with her!!!   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for Kitty.  Just looking for fun and trouble.  Kitty needs to purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-80486722?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/80486722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/80486722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80486722' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-79146603</id><published>2002-07-19T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T11:05:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad bad Kitty.  Must remember the *blog*!  Must must must!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have some good news.  #5 is BACK!  Yep!  See, even he can't stay away from the *Kitty*!!!  ;-)   He asked if he could drive me into work on Tuesday.  Of course, Kitty says YES!  No word about the *dear kitty* email he sent saying that we shouldn't see each other anymore.  Oh well, I certainly wasn't going to ask about it.  After meeting me at the junction we went back to his house for some early morning delight!!!  Absolutely yummy it was!!!  ;-)  It was a great start to my morning.  On the way into work, he asked if I would like to come over to his house tonight and cuddle on the couch while watching my favorite movie... Dr. Zhivago.  It sounded to good to be true.  Here was a guy, who happens to be very nice (and CAN COOK) and he offers to sit and watch a four hour dramatic love story with me.  Pinch me, please!!!  ;-)  I am sure though, that there will be plenty of playing with the *kitty* while watching the movie.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost count of hootchie men, so in the interest of clarification and simplification, I'll use initials.  #5 is D.  There is someone new... T.  We spent last Saturday night together.  We had a nice dinner at a place called the Anchor Inn and then went back to his place where he introduced me to my very first foreign film... A Beautiful Life.  It was very good.  Sad ending, I thought.  It took a while to get the hang of reading the subtitles at the bottom while watching that scenes, but once I got used to it, I was able to follow along.  It helped that T had seen the movie before and was able to fill me in as we watched.  After the movie, we got all snuggly and cuddly and really enjoyed each other!  ;-)  There is a definite strong physical attraction between the Kitty and T.  He has a GREAT TALENT for something that Kitty thoroughly enjoys and can never get enough of!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been hot as hell in Pittsburgh.  The temp has been in the 90s for two weeks and the humidity is 100%.  I can see the electric bill now... the air conditioner has been running non-stop trying to keep the kittens cool and comfortable.  Is there any relief in sight???  Please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty has a special thought for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is the best training for love!   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-79146603?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/79146603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/79146603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_07_14_archive.html#79146603' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-78726141</id><published>2002-07-09T06:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T06:53:40.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well... I did not forget the *blog*. It's just been a crazy few days. First, my lunch with #7 last Wednesday... was delicious (in every sense of the word)!  We had excellent chinese and then some dessert.  ;-)  He is way gaa gaa on me.  &lt;giggle&gt;  We are meeting for lunch again tomorrow and then to the Rusted Root concert on Friday night.  Fun fun fun!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th of July was pretty much uneventful. I did take the kids to see the local fireworks which were quite spectacular, well, as spectacular as fireworks can be.  Even little Lara was ooing and aahing.  I spent four hours on Friday (day off from the salt mines) at the pool.  The sun was pretty intense.  I got a bit of a burn which faded quite nicely into my already glowing *tanning bed* tan.  I didn't have any hootchie man lined up for Friday night (although I later read an email from h.m. #9 that he wanted to get together) so I ended up meeting D1 at our regular Friday night watering hole (the Rochester Inn).  It was a short night.  We had something to eat, a couple drinks and were on our way at 11 p.m.  That's way early for the Kitty.  But it was nice catching up with D1 and all her tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up way way early on Saturday morning and met (at 6:30 a.m.) hootchie man prospect #8 at the local park.  It was a rather nice morning, crisp and even a little cool.  The awful humidity that we had been having the past few days was finally gone.  We chatted for a few minutes and then decided to sit in the car and listen to the radio while we chatted some more.  It didn't take long before, well you know.  ;-)  Yummy!!!  ;-)  How exciting and even a bit dangerous it was.  Out in the open where anyone could see.  We've been talking since Saturday and are planning another secret rendezvous.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was such a lazy day. I didn't have the motivation to wake up. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, sleep, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am back at work... it's Tuesday.  I have plans already for this weekend.  Meeting #7 for the concert on Friday night, a possible quick rendezvous with #9 at the park on Saturday morning, and then meeting a new prospective h.m. (# 10) for dinner and a movie on Saturday night.  Go Kitty... go Kitty... go Kitty...   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought to someone not so special anymore... if you only knew, if you only knew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-78726141?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78726141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78726141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78726141' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-78502785</id><published>2002-07-03T06:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-03T06:45:33.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's HUMP day... or Friday for me.  Woohoo!  Not much excitement planned for the holiday weekend.  I'll take the kids to see the fireworks.  Our local community manages to put on an impressive display every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats new on the hootchie man front... well, I am going to lunch with #7 today. He is picking me up and we are planning on going over to Station Square for a nice quiet yummy lunch.  ;-)  #7 seems to be a very nice guy.  He even offered to take me shopping at  Victoria Secret and told me I'd have $100 to spend any way I'd like. WOW! A woman can go nuts in V.S. with $100!!!  We are also planning on attending a concert with Rusted Root (a local band who done good) next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a rendezvous planned for Saturday morning (6:30 a.m. ~ what was I thinking?) with #8.  We are meeting at the park close to my house for a walk.  If the humidity is anywhere near the point it has been yesterday morning and this morning, I think I will just suggest we sit in the cozy air conditioned car and have chat some.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lining up another prospective h m for Friday night.  Hmmm... what to do, what to do!  &lt;giggle&gt;  An active Kitty is a Happy Kitty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-78502785?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78502785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78502785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78502785' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-78413328</id><published>2002-07-01T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T07:02:53.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a week this past week.  First, #5 decides that he and Kitty shouldn't see each other any more because we are at different stages in our lives and this was just the wrong time.  Hmmm... is there ever a right time???  I accepted that, as much as it did hurt, I respect what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a 1/2 day vacation on Thursday and met a new prospective hootchie man for lunch, we'll call this one #6.  We chatted and then after lunch he suggested that we go to a local park and take a walk.  That would have been purrrfect had it not started to storm as soon as we got to the park.  So we ended up just sitting in his car, with the sound of the rain beating on the car and chatted some more, before well, lust and passion took over.  &lt;giggle&gt;  Anyhoo, after some time in the park, he drove me back to my car.  We agreed to see each other again for an entire day of *lust and passion* and then said our goodbyes.  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the long awaited *date* with G.D.  He had been calling me just about every day since he saw me and #5 at the Fireside.  I met G.D. about 8.  We talked for a while and he was nice enough to get Kitty 5 white russians.  I had a nice buzz going when he said lets go *get a room*.  The rest of the night was good.  Somewhat disappointing for Kitty though.  Oh well... most expectations do end in disappointment.  When I came in to the office this morning, there was a message from him left on my voice mail.  He thanked me for Friday night, but said he has too many things going on and he has to get his life in order before he can spend the time with me that I deserve.  What the heck does that mean?  Anyway, he said it will probably be a while before I hear from him again, but that I shouldn't give up hope.  Yeah, right.  Cross G.D. off the hootchie man list.  He has done this to me too many times.   :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my weekend was taking my daughter to see the *Jewel* concert at Station Square.  It was totally awesome.  She is so f-in HOT I tell ya!  F-in HOT!  She put on a great show as she has done every time she's been in Pittsburgh.  She has a very good following here and seemed very appreciative and humbled by it.  God, I just love her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the latest with me.  Not too much excitement right now.  What a shame, Kitty has so much to offer!!!   ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-78413328?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78413328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78413328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78413328' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-78173189</id><published>2002-06-25T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T07:39:25.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Kitty is a bit down in the dumps today. Oh, don't worry, I'll bounce back. Things have cooled off with #5. That's okay. It was very good while it lasted. He was a very sweet hootchie man, albeit now a *hootchie man alum*.  It seems as though we both are at different stages in our life right now. It happens. Kitty shall conquer and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was quiet. Unlike the Kitty to have a quiet weekend.  Since I was waiting to see if #5 was going to ask to do something with my on Friday, I turned down three other offers for Kitty's company.  I did make plans with D2 to go see the Ya Ya Sisterhood movie, but she emailed and said she's not going till Sunday, so that nixed that plan.  D1 was planning on going to the place that has oldies music on Friday nights (the Grove).  I just abhore that place on a Friday night, so I really didn't want to end up there.  #5 was in the midst of drawing back, so to speak, and had no intention of seeing me.  R called and, of course, asked me to *cum over*, but I declined.  He's gotta be more of a gentleman and show some respect, etc. before I will just *cum over* (and I don't think that will ever happen).  G.D. also called, and I told him that if the plans fall through, I will call him.  I called D1 and told her I would go ahead and meet her at that place where I really do not like to go on a Friday night.  But the company would be worth suffering through that horrible horrible music.  I called G.D. back and left a message and told him where'd I be and that he can call me on my cell, if he wants to meet somewhere later. Which he never did.  Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met D1 at 8ish.  We sat and talked and got caught up on our latest hootchie men tales.  When, in walks her latest *hm*.  He was a cutie and very nice.  He really likes D1.  We stayed only a short while longer when D1's hm and I finally convinced her to go someplace else.  I don't know why she insists on going to this place on Fridays!  We ended up at a local bar where there was a dj.  At least the music was from this century.  Ha ha.  I got bored and left at 11.  What an early night for Kitty.  Gotta stop doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the weekend with the kids.  That was great!  The two older ones fight like nothing I've ever seen before.  So between playing referree for those two, and constantly chasing after a rambunctious 2 year old, I was exhausted by the time Sunday came around.  I'm just not as young as I used to be.  Some things seem a bit harder to control and take care of than when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is Tuesday.  I still have my list of potential hootchie men.  Hmm... who's next on my list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's thought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give your heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Lock it up.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;And, it will never be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-78173189?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78173189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/78173189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_23_archive.html#78173189' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77989932</id><published>2002-06-20T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T14:41:11.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!! When it rains hootchie men... it really POURS!  Yikes!  Kitty hasn't been this sought after in a long time.  You know what... I'm eating it up too, every blasted moment of it!!!  ;-P  Go Kitty... Go Kitty... Go Kitty !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the evening last night with #4... boy was it delicious!  ;-)  He makes a pretty mean white russian too!  I was a good Kitty, I only had 3 of them.  A pretty buzz I had goin too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 has been sick and out of commission.  He did tell me today that he would meet me in the morning at the junction.  I hope that means that he'll be good and strong!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a hootchie man from a while back, we'll call him G.D.  He and I had a couple rendezvous(s) but he has a problem with not calling me when he says he would.  I think I might have mentioned him.  Well, I don't know what changed him (probably seeing me out last Friday night with #5)... but he has called me every day this week.  In fact today when we talked... he was very busy (if ya know what I mean) as I sat here feeling so prohibited from doing the same thing (if ya know what I mean).  It sucks that I am at work and cannot *play*.  We do have a date set for next Friday.  I'm sure we'll blow off the dinner and movie thing and just get right down to business.  Why waste time he says.  UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another past hootchie man is R, whose only concern is *when are you cumming over* ?  Geez, if it wasn't for that purrring in his voice, which Kitty cannot seem to resist, he'd be an ex-hootchie man.  R has called me every day this week as well.  But I don't mind because I can listen to him talk all night.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new prospective *h m* is #6.  He seems to be a lot of fun.  We are still in that just getting to know you stage, but I think we may set up a dinner date for sometime soon.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had an rants in a while.  I suppose that is a good thing.  Keeping Kitty happy is priority.  So right now I am trying not to do anything that may provoke annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to Woofy... I hope you are enjoying your shirt.  You know where the *fast food* is and are encouraged to feast away as often as conceivably possible.   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my plans for this weekend... tonight is the Pirate game at our new baseball stadium, PNC Park.  Its a nice place to see a ball game and you just cannot beat ballpark hot dogs and nachos.  The view of the city is breathtaking as well.  I hope the Pirates win at least.  They haven't been doing to good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, I could have had four dates but I am waiting for #5 to say whether he wants to do something.  If not, I know I can call G.D., #4 or R and line something up.  I was invited to see a movie (Ya Ya Sisterhood) with D2 and a friend from where she works.  I may do that.  What to do... what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I will be spending the day at my niece's dance recital.  I hope the place is air conditioned.  They are calling for temps to hit the very high 90s.  That sucks.  I HATE the hot humid weather.  That is not good for Kitty's fur, no not good at all.  Grrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I may be babysitting while everyone else is out and about.  That's ok.  I need to spend some good quality time with Lara.   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is race day, enough said.  All hail to Nascar!!!  Gotta love it.  Varoooooooooooooooooom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts today.  Kitty's mind is full of *hootchie men* right now!  &lt;giggle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77989932?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77989932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77989932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77989932' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77894355</id><published>2002-06-18T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T12:38:01.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say about Friday night... it was awesome!!!  #5 made the most incredible dinner for me.  Beef wellington made with tender filet mignon in a puffed pastry in a sauce with just a hint of balsamic vinegar.  With that he made a zucchini quiche cooked in a rice crust.  The best, by far, was the cooked baby beets in an orange glaze.  Oh my gosh... it was all so delicious, served hot and cooked to purrrrrrfection!!!  No wonder he's a chef!!!  He also made baked cinnamon pears which were saved for later, because I was stuffed and could not eat another bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, of course, we just had to *make out* even though I knew that D2 and R were waiting for us at the Fireside, but Kitty just couldn't help herself.  Bad bad bad!!!  We finally left #5's place and got to the Fireside about 10 p.m.  Tony Janflone, a local blues performer, was already on the bar.  He puts on a great show, and is quite entertaining.  This was the first time I saw this group perform live, although I have seen that they perform just about everywhere around the Pittsburgh area and have heard great things about them.  #5 and I sat at the bar and were enjoying the atmosphere, when who walks in but G.D.  He's another hootchie man.  He is Kitty's Fireside playmate, so to speak.  Although he has a problem with calling when he says he will.  Grrrrr..... thats not good.  I haven't seen or heard from G.D. since March, so this was an unexpected surprise.  Kitty's ego was quite large that night.  Here I am sitting with #5 (my current and *active* hootchie man) and across the bar sits G.D.  #5 made comment later in the evening that he noticed G.D. make several glances over in my direction.  I was eating it up.  Boy was it great to be there with #5 and see G.D. drooling.  Oh well... his loss and #5's gain, I say!!!  Anyway, as I watched G.D. work his way around the bar hitting on every girl there, it was very satisfying to me to see him leave at 1:15 ALONE!  Ha ha!  #5 and I didn't stay much longer and left at 1:30.  We had other things on our minds!!!  ;-)  So the evening was a complete success in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if having G.D. see me with another guy might trigger him to call me... and of course, it did.  Monday afternoon he calls and wants to go out this Friday.  I hem-hawed around because, even though #5 has not formally asked me out for Friday, I am hoping that he will, so I didn't want to agree to go out with G.D. on Friday, just in case.  I told G.D. to pencil me in for next Friday, the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally give in and talk to #4.  Here, he was waiting to hear from me after our *fun* Friday night three weeks ago, and I was waiting to hear from him.  So neither of us made any move to call or email because we didn't know if the other wanted us to.  Signals crossed, I suppose.  #4 was quite excited about our first encounter and eagerly asked for another!!! ;-)  Kitty doesn't usually turn down an opportunity for some milk!!!  ;-)  So, I told #4 that I would meet him at his place on Wednesday after my tanning appointment, for a quickie.  Ha ha.  Gotta love them quickies!!!  I talked with him yesterday and he told me he is going to have a white russian in one hand and his * in the other hand, waiting for me at the door.  I told him I would come over topless.  Isn't being adventurous exciting!!!  This should make for a very fulfilling quickie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty loves her life right now... hootchie men galore!!!  Bring em on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a thought for today... sorry.  :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77894355?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77894355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77894355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77894355' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77734815</id><published>2002-06-14T06:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T06:47:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again I say... WOOHOO!!!  YIPPEE!!!  It's Friday and PAYDAY!!!  And, I have a hot date for tonight.  Life cannot get any sweeter right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty has been in a spin these past couple weeks with #5.  Here I am afraid that I am gonna get all gaa gaa over him and here he turns around and is totally gaa gaa over me!!!  Isnt that just so sweet!  Ha ha!  He is going all out cooking me dinner tonight.  He's a chef so I am sure its going to be delicious and very special!!!  He's so romantic.  Candles and everything.  Now why aren't there more men in this world like #5!!!  Kitty is in a tizzy right now!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the excitement of tonight... nothing else planned for the weekend.  I may take the kids to the local church fair.  Thats always good to keep them busy for a while.  Sunday will be spent watching the RACE!  They are in Michigan this weekend.  Woohoo... thats a good track, always lots of excitement there.  Go RUSTY #2 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... time to get to work.  The quicker I get my work done today, the faster I'll be outta here and with #5!  Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walkin' the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to get it right&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see with so many around&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;And the streets don't change&lt;br /&gt;But baby the name&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time for the game&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, but I need you&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;All this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77734815?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77734815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77734815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77734815' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77649799</id><published>2002-06-12T07:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T07:58:54.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Over the Hump Day!  Kitty loves *hump* days.  Ha ha!  Anyway, not much new to report.  D2 had a very nice time on her vacation last weekend to Rehobeth Beach with R.  I am hoping to see them on Friday night so I can hear all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 had asked to meet me this morning at the junction so he could ride me into work, but apparently he overslept.  Thats ok.  Some people are morning people, and some aren't.  I have no problem getting up at 3:45 a.m. when that damn alarm starts buzzin.  I suppose that is because my parents were morning people and were always up early because they had to get ready for work, etc.  He will probably want to meet me tomorrow morning, but I think I will tell him no, he doesn't have to.  Of course, its always nice when he does that and really starts my day off with a bang &lt;wink&gt;, but I don't like him thinking he is obligated to get up earlier than he needs to just to meet me.  Everyone needs their sleep and their rest.  Its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 and I have another date already planned for Friday night.  I am going to his place and he is going to cook me a dinner of all my favorites and then we are going to the Fireside to see a local blues performer... Tony Janflone.  We're going to have a lot of fun.  I asked D2 to stop by so she can meet #5.  I know she will like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy at work, which is a good thing.  Earning my keep so to speak.  My boss celebrated his 45th birthday last Sunday.  I brought in *yum yums* from one of our favorite local bakeries and I am going to make him a pan of fudgy brownies.  He always enjoyed those.  I am so lucky to be working with him.  He's a great guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;And things will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;You and I'll just use a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, take the time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the lights are shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You and I've got what it takes&lt;br /&gt;To make it, We won't fake it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;... Little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Need a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just a little patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some more patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Need some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Could use some patience, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is patience,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77649799?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77649799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77649799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77649799' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77608094</id><published>2002-06-11T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-11T09:28:19.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is all I have to say today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;I lay here awake with you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;imagining our bodies embraced and intertwined&lt;br /&gt;your heartbeat's excitement I long to taste&lt;br /&gt;for days to come, I anxiously wait&lt;br /&gt;heavenly scented perfume fills the air&lt;br /&gt;lost in your eyes as I fondle your hair&lt;br /&gt;breaths of passion shared, yours with mine&lt;br /&gt;your gentle hands caressing, and smile so kind&lt;br /&gt;my heartbeat races like wings in flight&lt;br /&gt;with you next to me trembling in absolute delight&lt;br /&gt;to you this poem I do write&lt;br /&gt;yearning for you to be here in my arms tonight&lt;br /&gt;alas, it's to sleep that I must go&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams I'll find you, this I know.  &lt;kiss&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77608094?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77608094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77608094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77608094' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77565963</id><published>2002-06-10T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T10:45:41.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday... yuk!  Normally I would say that I hate Mondays.  But not today!  I had the purrrfect start to my day, even though it is Monday.  #5 met me at the junction parking lot and drove me into work.  But of course, we took a slight detour where we ended up in a nice secluded parking lot in South Park.  &lt;WINK&gt;  That's a BIG wink!  Oh my gosh, I could kiss this guy all day, all night, 24-7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great date on Friday.  I met him at his place, which was impeccably spotless (for a bachelor)!  He drove to this nice, small, german restaurant on the north side of Pittsburgh called Max's Allegheny Tavern.  It was so quaint.  There was so much to choose from the menu.  Kitty just couldn't make up her mind.  #5 decided on the *haussenpfeffer* and I decided on a platter of leberkase, saurbraten and bratwurst with potato pancakes and sauerkraut.  YUMMY!  Words cannot tell just how delicious the food was.  We shared a little of each of our dinners.  How cute!  The haussenpfeffer (ok ok... yes it is rabbit) tasted, to me, just like dark turkey meat. It was seasoned and roasted.  That was my first taste of rabbit. It was very good.  I don't think I could ever order it because it is a rabbit, you know.  The poor thing.  Just like I can't eat veal.  :-(  After we finished our dinner we sat out at the bar and talked through a couple drinks.  They make awesome white russians.  They even serve them in mason jars which is much larger than the regular glass that a white russian is served in.  So, it was actually like drinking two drinks at once.  Lets see... I had two of their white russians which would equal four anywhere else.  Ok, yes I will admit it, by the time we left... I had a great buzz going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Max's and headed back to #5's place.  But once there, the booze took over  (yeah yeah, thats what I say!) and once again I let nature takes it course.  After lots of passionate kisses, #5 asked if I wanted to see his *turtle*!  Ha ha... I had to ask... "is that what you call it"???  Ha ha!  He took me upstairs and yes there was a big turtle in a 55 gallon tank.  After watching it, playing with it and talking to it, #5 then took my hand and walked me into his room.  The rest was, well, sooooooo nice.  He is very romantic.  He actually had candles burning all over his place, in just about every room.  Of course, that always sets the mood.  It sure doesn't hurt!!!  It was getting kinda late and I knew that I had to leave so I could get home and get at least some sleep before I had to report to local radio station, WYEP, to help with their membership campaign at 6:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about 2:30 still reeling in all that happened and still feeling the spasms of our first encounter and tasting him on my lips.  I knew I wanted to be in the shower by 4:30... ok... so I have two hours... should I go to sleep or not???  Well, I decided that if I fall asleep I might not wake up in time and I knew I had this committment at the station, so I opted to STAY AWAKE.  I kept myself busy by doing laundry, straightening up the house, doing some dishes and then I decided at 4:00 a.m. that I would go ahead and dye my hair figuring after I was done with that, I could then jump in the shower and get ready and be at the station by 6:00 a.m.  Oh what oddball things you do when you've been up all night and you know you can't go to sleep.  I did make it to the station on time.  Although much of the rest of the day is a blur.  I finally collapsed at 9:30 p.m. Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of #5 and what we were starting and where did I really want this to go.  Hmmm... even after all that thinking, I still don't know.  I can tell though, especially after this morning, that #5 thinks he is way over his head with me.  Thats a nice feeling.  It is good to have someone who wants to care about you and lets you know that he is thinking of you and what he is thinking.  I don't know if he will meet me again tomorrow morning. It is such a great way to start your day!  I would sure love to be kissing him right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already have another big date planned for this Friday.  I am going to meet him at his place again and he is going to cook me dinner (he is a chef!).  Then after dinner (and some dessert, I'm sure!) we are going to my usual Saturday night watering hole (the Fireside) to see a local performer, Tony Janflone.  Its going to be so much fun.  I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still purrring from my morning ride in, so today's thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here on the stairs&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, dear&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so tense&lt;br /&gt;But I can't speed up the time&lt;br /&gt;But you know, love&lt;br /&gt;There's one more thing to consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77565963?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77565963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77565963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77565963' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77471016</id><published>2002-06-07T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T14:36:20.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Friday!  Woohoo!  Yippee!  And what a Friday it is going to be for this Kitty.  Yes... tonight is the *big date* !  I am scared and anxious and pretty f-in frisky!  I think its going to be exciting to say the least. #5 seems to have a few surprises up his sleeve.  Hmmm... I wonder???  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on... I must say Happy Birthday to my very bestest friend, D2!  Today is her birthday.  She is basking in the hot sun in Rehobeth Beach, Delaware.  She and R went on vacation for the weekend to celebrate her birthday.  Isn't that sweet.  Aaah... I hope they have a great time and great weather.  I can't wait to see the pictures and hear her stories when she gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my thoughts for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache&lt;br /&gt;Just a four letter word, never understanding it's depth, now I do.&lt;br /&gt;You are a slow ache that lingers within me, throughout my day,&lt;br /&gt;made unbearable by the darkness of night,&lt;br /&gt;my bed empty with me alone it.&lt;br /&gt;A long ache for you, fantasy revolving around the nights to come,&lt;br /&gt;when will you quench this desire, when will this ache be no more.&lt;br /&gt;How long will this wait for you go on?&lt;br /&gt;How long can I endure this ache for you?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the better question is, are you aching for me too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77471016?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77471016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77471016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77471016' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77415546</id><published>2002-06-06T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T08:25:34.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... where to begin.  Ok, I did meet #4 on Friday night. It turned out to be quite an exciting erotic night after all. After hours of talking and many, many white russians, the two of us had decided to do what comes naturally... and it was good!  Yes, it was good.  Actually, yummy for Kitty!!!  ;-)  I made a dare to #4 and he took it. Mind you, Kitty really has no inhibitions when it comes to sex. So I dared #4 to do it on his back porch, in view of his neighbors' back yards. It was late, crisp and cool, and very dark. He followed through with the dare although I could tell he was very apprehensive.  It was good, yes, it was good!  I wonder if one of the neighbors did see us... I haven't heard from #4 since and it's Thursday.  I think maybe #4 thinks Kitty is just too wild for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh things are heating up very much with #5. We couldn't wait any longer and decided to meet yesterday morning where I park my car to catch the T into work.  We sat in his truck from 5:30 to 7:30 when we finally had to give in and leave.  I was late already for work but I didn't mind. It was definitely worth being late for. A friend of mine told me not to get all emotional and shit with this hootchie man.  I should remember... its sex... all sex... and nothing but sex.  Well, too late for that.  That emotional line has already been crossed by him, even before me. Thats a first! He is way into this relationship already, and it excites me even more to know that this ole Kitty still has it in her to excite a man this much that he is totally consumed with passion and desire.  Go Kitty... go Kitty... go Kitty!!!  I could not concentrate at work yesterday because all I could think about was sitting in #5's truck and looking into those dreamy brown bedroom eyes and feel that giggle and tickle again.  Its been a long time, too long.  I lost all these feelings, once again, when Jim turned his back on me and walked out of my life. But I can see that someone else out there wants to share these feelings with me, so there.  Kitty's baaaaaaaaaaack!!!  Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 even showed up again this morning at the junction parking lot and before either of us could even speak, our lips were sealed together in the most passionate kiss.  WOW!  Its been forever since I was kissed like that.  Whoa!  We could not stop.  We left that parking lot and drove to a small lot up the street, stopped, sucked face (ha ha), and then we took a drive to another parking lot in a shopping center where there was more room not to be seen.  Can this guy kiss or what.  It was passionate, slow and gentle, exploring each other with our lips slightly parted and were actually breathing for each other, giving each other breath. Oh God, that was so erotic.  My heart is really racing.  We knew it was time to leave so I could get to work on time today. That was hard. But we cuddled in the truck all the way in. Oh... this is going to be good... soooooooooo good.  Our dinner and dessert &lt;wink&gt; tomorrow night is going to be very memorable, very hot and very exciting.  I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not talked to you for a small number of days&lt;br /&gt;And truly, your voice, I yearn for in many ways&lt;br /&gt;The time we share pass by so fast&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than sand through an hour glass&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness I lay here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings I question, as you're there at home&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling the same way I might&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies inside, dancing with delight&lt;br /&gt;For here am I in emotional bliss&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of the first time our lips touch with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your brilliant blue eyes locked with mine&lt;br /&gt;The chance to embrace you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;These days to come, my heart thus yearn&lt;br /&gt;With my soul on fire, this passion burns&lt;br /&gt;How do I quenche this uncontrolable thirst&lt;br /&gt;Just one lone, breathtaking kiss&lt;br /&gt;Our first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77415546?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77415546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77415546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77415546' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77139925</id><published>2002-05-30T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T10:41:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh... my hands are shaking and my heart is beating.  I just got off the phone with #5, oh please, let this be real. If there is actually one true, honest, gentle man left in this world please let it be him, #5!!!  WOW!  He sent me two incredible emails of something he wrote for me. He said he is glad to have the inspiration back in his life to want to be creative and write again. Did I actually do that for someone??? Bring inspiration??? He says I have. Oh my. We have a dinner date planned for next Friday (6/7). If these past two days are any indication of the man that he is, this may be the start of something very special, very passionate and very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do with these other *hootchie men*???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with #1 on Tuesday. Let me say that I could not get through my sandwich and get out of the restaurant fast enough. He seemed like a nice man at first, but then, it became very apparent. From the moment we sat down he kept running his hand up and down my arm and holding my hand, even after I would pull away. After he finished eating, he stared.  Just that spooky glare of a stare at me while I was eating which of course freaked me out so I couldn't finish my sandwich. When the waiter finally came around with the check, I grabbed my coat and tried to get away as fast as I could. He was right behind me though. As we were going up the escalator, he put his arm around me.  Yuk.  I kept squirming until he finally moved it.  We went outside the building and I told him I needed to get back to the office right away.  He proceeded to try to get a kiss from me.  Nope, wasn't gonna happen.  When he asked, I said *nah* !  I thanked him for lunch and turned and walked away. I guess that was very similar to my Friday night with #2. He probably felt the same way and couldn't get away from me fast enough.  It happens.  So, cross #1, #2 and #3 off my hootchie man list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have plans with #4 to have drinks at his place and then go dancing this Friday.  Fortunately, I've already met this one so we both know what to expect. The ice has already been broken, so we can go out and just have fun now.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... today's thought comes from #5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I could easily delete my entire hard drive of you,&lt;br /&gt;but I could never erase the sound of your sultry voice&lt;br /&gt;with it's need in the ears of my concious soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77139925?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77139925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77139925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77139925' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-77065211</id><published>2002-05-28T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T11:20:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome back. It's Tuesday. I had a quiet Memorial Day. &lt;saluting all Vets!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must say that I had a very exciting hootchie men weekend.  Maybe exciting isn't the correct word.  Ok, so you know that lunch with #1 was rescheduled, for today.  Lunch with #2 never occurred. I don't know what happened. I went to the "designated place" and looked around and waited, but no one approached me so I came back to work. I emailed #2 and told him I was there but did not get a response. #2 must be one of those *jerks* who sets up a blind date, watches from a distance, checks ya out, and if you're not what he was expecting or you don't *stack up* to what he wants, then he just blows ya off. Well, lets see if he gets any response from me next time. Ha... I think NOT!  Ok... #3, I did actually meet up with him at the movie theather on Friday night.  I knew the moment he walked in that this was going to be another bust.  As we approached the cashier, he was actually NOT going to buy my ticket. Not a good sign. But as I was standing there he finally told the girl "2".  Ugh, men can be such PIGS!  We decided to see Murder by Numbers with Sandra Bullock. If you are hankering for a good suspence thriller, you MUST and I repeat MUST see this one. It was great. Must be the sleeper of the year because I have heard it get rave reviews but not the hype of Spiderman or Star Wars.  Which is a crying shame.  It definitely deserves MORE! I saw Panic Room and this by far was better, way better.  So after the movie, #3 and I go to our respective restrooms and as I came out, he tells me he was just going home.  Ok, I got the hint. But, little does he know that during the movie I had already decided that I didn't want to pursue this hootchie man and was just waiting for the opportunity to let him know.  So when he made his comment about going home, I took the opportunity to tell him that it was nice meeting him, the movie was great, and I'm going to go meet my girlfriend now (D1) so see ya later.  I left him standing in the parking lot as I walked to my car.  Talk about great timing, as I was walking away my cell phone rings and lo and behold its D1 calling to tell me that she is at the Grove waiting for me.  I'm on my way I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the Grove and let me tell you... talk about feeling old.  This place is an old dance hang out south of Pittsburgh from way back, I mean way back.  And the people who come here on Friday nights, I think, they think are still 17-18-19 years old and its still 1950.  UGH!  I hate it. I told D1 I will NEVER go back on a Friday night. The average age, and I am being very serious, is 60. I stayed about an hour and got my kitty butt outta there.  I could not take another minute. If one more guy who looked to be the age of my dad came up to me I was gonna scream. I couldn't get outta there fast enough.  The best thing I can say about my Friday night was the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... my daughter and I go to our tanning appointment (yes Kitty is starting to glow!) but on the way my car decides to lose it brakes.  Ugh.  Just when I have another hootchie man (#4) lined up for later.  After our appointment we go back home and *he* &lt;sigh&gt; takes the car to the local car dealership and proceeds to get the parts needed and has a friend repair the brakes that evening.  This means I was carless.  I called #4 and explained my situation and apologized that since I didn't have a car I wasn't able to meet him later.  He offered to come pick me up.  (Not a good idea!) I told him that D1 was planning on going out and maybe I can get a ride with her. I would call him later and let him know what I was doing. He seemed very eager to meet.  I talk to D1 and we made plans for her to come pick me up and we'd go to the Fireside.  Once we got there I hem-hawed around for a bit deciding whether to call #4 and let him know where I was.  After D1 convinces me, I call.  He says he'll be over. I was nervous for some reason but excited to meet him. He shows up about 30-45 minutes later.  WOW!  Did I say WOW!  He has goregous blue eyes that just melts ya.  Ha ha. He sat down at the bar next to me and we proceeded to get acquainted. D1 and I were having fun with him and he was playing right back with us.  Everything was going great, he was sending all sorts of signals that he was defininetly interested in me.  Yippee!  Then... D1 tells me at 11:00 that she has to leave.  Since she was my chauffer for the night I knew I was going to have to leave.  #4 was just about begging me to stay and offered to take me home (not a good idea!  Ha... me alone with him in his car.  We know what happens to Kitty when she is placed in that situation &lt;wink&gt; !!!).  I tell him that I'd better leave.  He walks me out to D1's car and says that he really wishes I could stay, but he understands and hopes to be able to play with me again, real soon.  I thanked him for coming over and meeting me and told him I would like to see him again, real soon, too.  We say goodnight.  On the way home, I decide to call his cell and thank him again.  Well, as I purrrrrrrrr into the phone I knew that he was definitely hooked.  (Ha what a loser #3 turned out to be and what he gave up!)  So, I am set to meet up with #4 at his house this Friday night.  We're gonna start off with a couple white russians and then &lt;wink&gt; go have some fun.  He is a very good hootchie man prospect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is a #5 who is looking for some discreet adult fun.  Hmmm... I know Kitty can pull that one off.  So I am going to work on him and possibly line him up for next Friday. Keep your fingers crossed!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that... Sunday and Monday were pretty quiet for me.  Heck, Kitty needed to get her rest so she can frolick and prowl for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... on that note... my thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-77065211?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77065211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/77065211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77065211' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76920673</id><published>2002-05-24T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T08:26:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See... what did I tell you... before we'd know it, it would be Friday! Yippee! Woohoo!  I guess the fact that I haven't posted anything in a couple days sorta made the week go real fast.  Bad Kitty for not keeping her fans (yeah all one of them probably) posted on my daily shananigans.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I written, well I have gotten myself mixed up with a couple dating sites online and have been totally unindated (sp?) with a shitload of emails and offers to make me purrr.  I have been having a lot of fun getting to know these potential *hootchie men*.  In fact I have a few lined up already for this weekend.  I was to meet #1 yesterday for lunch but after getting into the office, I received a telephone call from my babysitter explaining that she had the flu and could not watch Lara.  So I ended up having to scramble around to find someone to watch her, which all efforts proved fruitless, and I left work at 8:00 a.m. and went home to be with my itty bitty peanut for the day.  It wasn't a total loss though, I spent most of the afternoon online, met a guy from NY and had a very interesting telephone conversation with him!  ;-)   I spoke with the guy that I was to meet for lunch and we agreed to meet one day next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lunch plans with #2 for today.  He is a construction worker (mmm... hardhat and all!) working on a job in town. He only gets 30 minutes for lunch so it'll be a quickie.  Ha ha!  As long as the rain holds off, I think we are planning to sit in the park and chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meeting #3 tonight for dinner and dancing. Should be fun.  I am meeting #4 tomorrow night for another evening of dinner and dancing.  Although I believe I may be meeting up with D1 at some point tomorrow night because she may be out dancing and the possibility of bumping into her is pretty probable.  So that is my lineup so far.  Although this can all change with a wink of an eye!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they say&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for games they play&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76920673?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76920673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76920673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76920673' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76793263</id><published>2002-05-21T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T06:39:46.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that I somehow forgot to mention (where was Kitty's mind???)  that I spent 4 hours with HEATH LEDGER on Sunday!  &lt;be still my beating heart&gt;  There is something about his wild and mysterious smile and those eyes... those bedroom eyes... I just could not get enough of him.  Not only did I watch The 10 Things I Hate About You twice but I taped it for future yearnings of that wonderful juicy hunk of meat!!!  Thank goodness for the USA channel.  Ah hail to thee!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very possible that I may have two new *hootchie* men lined up for Friday and Saturday.  WooHoo.  Go Kitty... Go Kitty... Go Kitty.  Kitty is quite frisky right now and can just about *taste it* !!!  &lt;yummy&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rants for today.  I slept the entire T ride.  It is very chilly here in Pittsburgh.  Excuse, did you say this is May 21???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the winning thought for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76793263?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76793263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76793263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76793263' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76753224</id><published>2002-05-20T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T14:37:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... its Monday already.  I got totally wrapped up with playing in some internet dating services that I haven't been paying much attention to my blog.  Bad Kitty!!!  But I must say that I am having fun and lining some prospectful *hootchie men* !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I saw Spiderman.  Huh, what's all the hype???  Bah!  I could have waited till the movie came out on video instead of wasting a good $8.  That's less two white russians Kitty could have had.  :-(   I wasn't too impressed with the movie, actors, story/plot, etc.  Geez, I don't see why its made so much $$$ ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was quiet and uneventful (except for seeing the movie).  I did not see D1 or D2.  I know we are planning big to-dos for this weekend though.  Kitty hasn't been naughty enough lately!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy.  A good busy though.  A productive busy.  The days go faster.  That is always a good thing.  Before I know it, it will be Wednesday and then with a blink of the eye, it will be Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tanning front... or back... whichever the case may be... I am becoming quite *pink*.  I haven't been using any type of lotion which is resulting in dry, alligator like skin.  Yuk.  But once the color starts then I can use the lotion and my skin will be so silky and smooth, and oh sooo sexy!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76753224?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76753224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76753224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76753224' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76614486</id><published>2002-05-16T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T06:55:46.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm totally bored with my life.  Ho hum.  Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and try to be a good mommy, but I just need more excitement and adventure in my life.  Am I a bad person for wanting more???  Is there more out there???  Does an exciting adventureous life even exist???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tanned again yesterday.  My back is burned.  OUCH!  I am beginning to see a little pink!  ;-)  Yippee.  Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make the coffee for the office.  I am such a good Kitty.  I don't even drink coffee.  Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust I seek and I find in you&lt;br /&gt;Every day for us something new&lt;br /&gt;Open mind for a different view&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they do&lt;br /&gt;Never cared for what they know&lt;br /&gt;But I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76614486?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76614486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76614486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76614486' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76573367</id><published>2002-05-15T07:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T07:24:14.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh... I left work yesterday with a nasty NASTY headache.  I slept on the T on the way home, but that didn't help.  Once at home, I set my sorry ass on the couch and that's where I stayed.  Oh it was a bad one.  I had a good lunch yesterday, so it couldn't have been from being hungry.  It must be this crappy weather, so cold and rainy.  Kitty does not like the cold rainy windy weather.  Bring on the sunshine baby.  Kitty wants some sunbeams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... its been quiet on the *hootchie man* front.  I've met a couple new prospects.  I'm working on some secret rendezvous for this weekend possibly.  I decided I was not going to meet the disheveled nutty professor tomorrow morning.  As much of a temptation as it is, I know I would have trouble finding a parking place in order to catch the T to get into work by noon.  &lt;sigh&gt;  Life just plain sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thought for today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Never opened myself this way&lt;br /&gt;Life is ours, we live it our way&lt;br /&gt;All these words I don't just say&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76573367?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76573367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76573367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76573367' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76532552</id><published>2002-05-14T07:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T07:37:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes, it's Tuesday already.  Me bad!  I don't know what happened with Monday.  Hmmm... if all weeks started with Tuesday and not Monday... interesting concept.  But then again, Tuesday would be like a Monday, wouldn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend... pretty good, actually.  I did meet D1 and her friend at Chauncy's.  We danced and danced and danced, and danced even more.  Its been a long time since I've danced that much.  D1's friend just kept me on the dance floor.  If I would try to dance my way over to the edge to the bar (where of course we were sitting), he'd just dance around me keeping me out there.  It was really a lot of fun.  D1 and her friend kept trying to get me to dance on the stage.  But... it didn't happen!  I had a potential *meeting* lined up for the night.  But that guy ended up not showing up.  Or... did he???  I saw someone there who looked like the picture he had sent me and this person just kept walking around all night, as if looking for someone.  At one point later in the evening as he was walking slowly behind me, D1 calls out "hey Big Cat"... he looked but continued walking.  Hmmm... could it have been???  Well, regardless, the night was fun!  ... and I only had four white russians!  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went tanning for the first time this year.  Yippee!  Woohoo!  It was so warm!  No I do not wear anything in the bed.  &lt;wink wink&gt;  The fan at the foot of the bed blowing warm air on the *kitty* felt soooooooooooooo good!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home Saturday night and watched Legally Blonde and Riding in Cars with Boys.   Not too exciting of an evening.  But Kitty was being a good Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Mother's Day.  Actually just another Sunday in my household.  I did manage to make the family take me for a ride.  We ended up at the outlet shops (yes, the ones where I was *supposed* to have gone with D2!).  Shopping, now that's something Mom likes to do!  After a couple hours we headed back home and had dinner at Cracker Barrell.  A nice good home cooked meal (or so they advertise).  Its a shame it has to be a chain.  But it was still yummy nonetheless... and I DIDN'T HAVE TO COOK IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I have an offer for early morning *** with the disheveled nutty professor.  Should I or shouldn't I???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya think that you need someone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76532552?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76532552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76532552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76532552' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76391735</id><published>2002-05-10T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T07:09:57.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey... Happy Friday!  Woohoo!  Yippee!  I love Fridays!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am getting a headache.  Not a good thing.  I CANNOT TOLERATE HEADACHES!  I could feel it coming on as I was coming into work this morning on the *T*.  Ugh.  I know I'm tired, I'm not hungry, so what would bring on this headache???  Hmmm... time to break out the drugs!  Thank God for drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have plans tonight to go dancing with D1 and a friend of hers.  We are going to a local nightclub in downtown Pittsburgh.  It usually gets pretty packed on Friday nights.  The crowd is somewhat older, 30-40ish, which is good.  I can't handle being in a room with immature 20-25ish college freaks.  Not to mention that I feel sooooooooo old when I am the oldest in the room.  Hey, I'm going through my second, I don't know what to call it, but I certainly don't feel (or look for that matter) as old as I am.  I am often mistaken for a chic in her late 20s (well that may be pushing it a bit) or early 30s!  I want this damn f-in headache to go away so I can dance dance dance tonight.  Not to mention... have those *few* white russians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night... I was being saved by HEATH LEDGER!!!  No wonder I live in a dream world most of the time.  There is nothing better than having HEATH LEDGER tell you that he loves you, and adores you.  Aaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to Woofy... around the clock sex is exactly what Kitty likes!!!  &lt;mwah&gt;   ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and today's thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to keep an open heart&lt;br /&gt;When even friends seem out to harm you&lt;br /&gt;But if you could heal a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't time be out to charm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your fears subside&lt;br /&gt;And shadows still remain&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can love me&lt;br /&gt;When there's no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;So never mind the darkness&lt;br /&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76391735?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76391735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76391735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76391735' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76339526</id><published>2002-05-09T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T07:13:30.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mmmmmmmmmm... I am still reeling in the aura of the totally awesome Jonatha Brooke show last night.  She completely fuckin rocked.  She loves Pittsburgh and it showed.  There was no... did you hear me... NO... opening act.  Woohoo!  JB came on stage at 8:00 and played non stop till 10:00.  Two fuckin, totally rockin, hours!  It was great.  I did get there early and, of course, claimed the best seat in the balcony.  The only disappointment for the night was that Rosebud recently decided to change their menu.  That means no white pizza.  That was just poopy.  I did order their pepperoni, sausage and mushroom pizza.  Which was just as good, but wasn't quite like the same.  Oh well.  Kitty can be forced to change her habits.  Go JB!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is feeling quite frisky.  I have plans to go dancing tomorrow night with D1 and a friend of hers.  Hmmm... what kind of trouble can Kitty get into???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and today's thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see a love restrained&lt;br /&gt;But darlin' when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothin' lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And we both know hearts can change&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to hold a candle&lt;br /&gt;In the cold November rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76339526?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76339526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76339526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76339526' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76300444</id><published>2002-05-08T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T07:45:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooooooooh my... I am still tingly... I WANT HEATH LEDGER!  He is the hottest!  Wow!  If I was only 20 years younger... but who cares!  I WANT HIM NOW!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is officially *hump* day.  I like it when I can see the weekend coming.  I live for my weekends.  Well, at least, when I get to go out and prowl and be naughty!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo... tonight's the night.  JB's in town.  I can't wait.  She is playing at a really cool club we have here in Pittsburgh.  Its small and very cozy.  No matter where you sit you can see the stage.  Jonatha has played in this venue several times (perhaps every time she's been here) so she really knows how to play it.  They have a great kitchen and make the best homemade white pizza.  YUMMY!  I always get there early so I can sit at my favorite table in the balcony which overlooks the stage.  Great view!  Oh I am just so f-in excited I'm gonna pee my panties.  Ha ha.  Watch out... Kitty's on the prowl tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and today's thought is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms ~ roll me through the night&lt;br /&gt;Take me to your heart ~ rock me tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76300444?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76300444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76300444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76300444' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76260385</id><published>2002-05-07T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T09:19:42.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I would add a *thought* each day.  So Kitty's *thought* for today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's never easy - we can make it if we try&lt;br /&gt;Takin our chances - face 'em side by side&lt;br /&gt;Live for the moment - on that we can agree&lt;br /&gt;Come and take me where I long to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76260385?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76260385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76260385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76260385' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76257982</id><published>2002-05-07T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T07:32:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, one day until JB!  Jonatha Brooke is coming to Pittsburgh tomorrow night.  She just fuckin rocks!  She is so cool and way hot!  I've been waiting for her show!  Go JB!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's a rant from Kitty... I take the *T* (our so called very inadequate subway system) into the city to work every day.  I just want to choke the f-in brats who get on wearing their headphones and listening to some hiphop rap shit at such a high volume you can almost make out the words when you are forced to have to sit next to them.  Yes, if I could get away with choking them with the cord of their dumb ass headphones, I'd be such a happy Kitty!  Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss finally received his new office furniture yesterday.  Mighty nice it is.  We had to retire that darn *bingo* table.  Fallert Hall will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't heard from any of my *hootchie men*.  They're all pigs!  DIE DIE you heathens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76257982?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76257982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76257982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76257982' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76215757</id><published>2002-05-06T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T07:26:45.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Monday.  My favorite day of the week.  NOT!  I wasn't here on Friday and my desk shows it.  There's a shitload of work sitting here.  I am looking at it and hoping that some miraculous little fairy will fly down and wave her wand and *poof* it will all be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was pretty blah.  I didn't get to go outlet shopping on Friday and even stayed in with the kids Friday night.  &lt;good mommy&gt;  I went to a wedding Saturday night.  I was chompin at the bit to get out of the reception.  Nice folks but just not my crowd.  I wanted so much to be doing something else!!!  ;-)  Sunday, well thanks to the wrath of mother nature, the Nascar race was postponed from Saturday night.  So I was able to lay on my butt for three hours and watch the cars go round and round and round.  I just love the thrill of Nascar racing.  Varooooooooooom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and here I am, back at work.  What excitement (or trouble) can I create this week???  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76215757?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76215757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76215757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76215757' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76124622</id><published>2002-05-03T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T13:03:05.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Friday.  WooHoo!  And what makes it even better... I am NOT at work!  Nope, nadda, not at work!  Go me ~ go me ~ go me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at home.  I was supposed to go outlet shopping with D2 today but the plans fell through.  Thats ok.  I am enjoying the day with Lara.  She's been running all day.  Why doesn't a toddler ever slow down and get tired, like normal people do???  Uh oh, she's into something she shouldn't be, again.  UGH!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76124622?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76124622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76124622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76124622' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76075408</id><published>2002-05-02T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T07:42:58.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm cranky today.  I suppose it's the weather.  We're in the middle of really crappy rain and wind shit.  Kitty does not like rainy windy days.  It blows my fur all over the place.  Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Friday.  I can't even be excited about that.  Hmm...  I am off tomorrow to go outlet shopping with D2.  Now that excites me!  Go figure.  I will need to cram two days of work into one day today.  That should be fun.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on putting some excitement in my Blog.  Its just taking longer than I thought.  I can be so *blonde* sometimes when it comes to instructions and learning how to do things.  I'll get it, eventually.  Thats the determined nature in me.  I will not give up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word from the newest hootchie man.  Gah!  Men can be such pigs sometimes.  Whats with the waiting to call and/or email thing.  Whoever made up the rule that you must wait so many days should be f-in shot.  &lt;wheres my gun!&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, rain rain go away... come again... NEVER!  Woofy would be enjoying this right now.  He loves the gloom and doom of rain.  Kitty wants the sunbeams!!!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76075408?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76075408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76075408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76075408' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-76036198</id><published>2002-05-01T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T07:46:45.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaah... Kitty is quite relaxed and mellow today.  Must have been the play date I had yesterday afternoon.  I have recruited a new *hootchie man* into the club.  This one is very nice and might be Kitty's new playmate.  He seems to like the same things I do and is always willing to try new things, like me.  So, we will see where this goes.  Being spontaneous and adventureous yesterday was exciting and very erotic!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that my boss won't be in till after lunch some time.  I am moving at a somewhat slow pace this morning.  That'll happen after an afternoon of * !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poopy, I missed The Osbournes last night.  I tried to f-in staying awake but just couldn't f-in do it.  I wonder what f-in antics dear ole Ozzy was up to.  That show can be so f-in stupid, but there is still something so f-in real about it.  I'm glad there is at least one other household that is as f-in dysfunctional as mine.  Of course, my favorite character is *Puss* the cat.  He's the greatest and just f-in rocks!!!  Now I gotta make sure that I catch the replay of last night's show.  It has become a staple for me!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-76036198?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76036198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/76036198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76036198' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75998993</id><published>2002-04-30T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T09:14:59.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Kitty has a play date this afternoon.  Details to follow.  ; - )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75998993?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75998993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75998993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75998993' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75959065</id><published>2002-04-29T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T11:28:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... I'm back.  It's Monday.  Hmmm... is that a good thing or a bad thing???  I'm not totally awake yet to figure it out.  I am excited to have my very own Blog for all my family and friends to read, and hopefully in the future, will be able to comment on.  I have lots of ideas for setting up my Blog, but since I am very new to this (ah ha... a Blog virgin!), it will take some time before I have it just the way Kitty likes it.  So... be patient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weekend was, hmmm, I'm not sure what the weekend was.  I didn't even get to sleep in on Saturday.  That stinks.  I did sleep, somewhat uninterrupted, for over 12 hours Saturday night - Sunday morning.  I really needed that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what did Kitty end up playing with?  As I said, I wasn't really expecting to see either D1 or D2 because they had plans.  But at the very last minute, I got a phone call from D1 (who wasn't going to New Jersey after all till Saturday morning) and she said, "hey lets go out and be bad".  Now how could Kitty turn that down!!!  So we made our prowling plans and away we went.  After leaving my car at our usual Saturday night watering hole, she drove to a dance club in downtown Pittsburgh.  We actually were the first ones in the joint (sad, so sad).  We started drinking, but were waiting for 9:00 when the drinks change to $1.  Ha... $1 for a pretty strong white russian is a very good deal!  We had a few drinks (lost count) but decided to leave around 10 and head up to our usual Friday night place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving, D1 says she wanted to go to the Sheraton across the street and check out the action in their bar.  So we swayed our way over and get another drink.  Wow... that drink was so strong it knocked Kitty right on her butt.  We only stayed for that one drink (business guys must have gone home for the weekend, that stinks!) and then she told me that I could drive her car (yippee) to the Rochester.  She has a brand new Eclipse.  It is so cool.  Even a little bit tipsy (ha, yeah right... a little bit) I managed to get us safely to our next destination.  Giggling all the way too.  Picture two hot chicks in a sporty Eclipse giggling and carrying on.  Oh what a site we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the next place and then D1 suggests that I call one of my *hootchie men* who happens to live in the area and tell him to come on over and party with us.  So I got her cell phone and called "Watch man".  He actually answered, though somewhat groggy.  It was 11:20 and I woke him up.  I told him we were there and said "come on over"!  He said he would get dressed and be right down.  After I hung up and told D1 was he said, we both said... "yeah right.  How many times have we heard that before".  I have asked him to meet us at this place so many times before and every time he has blown me off and never showed up.  I wondered, what would make tonight any different.  Well, lo and behold, he shows up at midnight.  I just about fell off my bar stool when he walked in.  I was glad that D1 finally got to meet him.  See, they think that most of these hootchie men are just figments of my imagination.  So D1 and Watch man struck up a conversation and seemed to get along pretty well.  Some other friends came in and we were having a good time.  I was beginning to sober up because I wanted to make sure I could remember every detail of what might happen later on.  (Yes, Kitty does have memory lapses sometimes when she's being a naugthy kitty!)  The bartender made last call and we all got ready to leave.  I thought that maybe Watch man might offer to take me back to my car since D1 and I only had her car, but no (sigh), he didn't.  He walked us out to D1's car and said goodnight.  And that was it.  Ho hum.  A bit disappointing to Kitty.  But I am glad that he did show up after all, finally.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see if he makes another move.  So I drove back to my car and said goodnight to D1 and on my way home I went.  It was a late night.  I was drunk, but managed to walk into the house pretending that I was sober. Ha ha!  That was my exciting Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I told my daughter that I would behave and stayed in.  Good Kitty!  I was asleep by 9:00 p.m. and didn't wake up till 9:30 Sunday morning.  That felt good, realllllllllll good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back at work... there's a lot to do here.  Good... Kitty needs to get busy so I'm not causing trouble somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!  Meowww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75959065?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75959065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75959065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75959065' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75844442</id><published>2002-04-26T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T08:11:06.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's FRIDAY!  Woohoo!  Yay!  &lt;applause applause&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what to do, what to do.  I haven't talked with D1 or D2 to find out what they're doing tonight.  D2 is probably spending the evening with her latest beau.  I think D1 may be heading to New Jersey to see her daughter, not sure though.  Uh oh, that leaves Kitty to prowl by herself. Hmmm...  There is an internet get together tonight at a local hotel.  I haven't been to one of them in a while.  They used to be a lot of fun.  You got to meet the folks that hang out in the local chatroom.  You know... put a face with the screen name.  Though most of these people act so f-in immature and stupid.  I like to go just to watch them make complete asses of themselves.  And, believe me they do.  So, I suppose I could do that for a while.  Maybe I'll run into a *hootchie man or two* while there.  Or, possibly enroll someone new into my *hootchie man club* !  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope work will be slow today.  It's Friday and I really have no motivation or inspiration to pound the keyboard all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75844442?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75844442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75844442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75844442' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75805040</id><published>2002-04-25T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T11:43:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I think Kitty actually is beginning to understand the concept of the mighty *blog*.  I have a determined nature about myself that just won't let me quit till I figure it out... and figure it out, I think I did!  Yippee for Kitty!  Anyhoo... since this is the beginning of my blog, I should start off by telling a eentsy weentsy bit about *That Kitty*.  I am old (as Woofy says.  Yes I am old enough to be his mother but we WONT go there!).  I live in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Yes, a stereotypical suburbanite am I.  I have three kids.  My daughter, Victoria, is 15 soon to 16 in August.  We are constantly battling.  Grrr... those teenage hormones!  HELP!  My son, Steven, is 12.  He's a good kid, cute too.  I can see he's gonna be a heart breaker in a couple years.  He's very sensitive and affectionate.  How come older men aren't more like that!  My youngest daughter, Lara, is 20 months.  She will be 2 in August.  She is my little peanut and my angel.  Her creation and existence is definitely a dream come true.  I thought I was finished having children but along came the most precious soul on this earth.  I can honestly say it is much harder raising a child after you're 40.  But she is keeping me young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's next... what do I do to keep me busy, and outta trouble, all day... I am a legal secretary.  I have been doing this since 1982, 20 years.  Yikes!  Despite what other's say, the legal industry isn't all that bad.  For 19 years, 10 months and 17 days I worked in a very large (over 300 people) defense law firm.  The attorneys I worked with did mostly medical malpractice cases.  But I did manage to get my feet wet doing personal injury, product liability, wills estates and trusts, bankruptcy and corporate work.  The law firm I am currently working at is small (20 some people) which is more like a family atmosphere.  We all work together.  There was definitely none of that at the old place, it was everyone for themself.  But here its nice.  The attorney I am working for was my boss at the old place for 15 years, so we have a nice history and a great deal of respect for each other.  Besides, he's a great guy and I pinch myself everyday because I can't believe that I am back working for him.  He left the old place and after a couple months got a job at this firm and called me up and asked me to come work for him.  Believe me, I was here in a heartbeat!  Its been great ever since.  This is a plaintiff firm which handles only medical malpractice, personal injury and product liability cases.  Aaah... my expertise!  Being a litigation secretary is cool.  Everything looms on my very actions!  &lt;patting Kitty's back&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what does Kitty do for fun... I spend lots of time with my two very best girlfriends (D1 &amp; D2).  We are usually out prowling on Friday and Saturday nights.  We like local beer joints and kareoke bars, but manage to find ourself at dance clubs too.  There are two places that we seem to favor more than others, although we are always open to new adventures in new places.  We tend to end up at the Rochester Inn on Friday nights.  We even have actual reserved seats at the bar.  Woohoo!  We have made many friends there and have become known as the *regulars*.  Ha ha... its a place where everyone knows your name... and your *drink*.  You know you've been accepted when all you do is walk through the door and the bartender has your drink waiting for you.  The second place we tend to end up at is the Fireside on Saturday nights.  Again, there we are regulars and like at the Rochester, we seem to manage to close the place down every week.  I have never met a *white russian* I didn't like!  I am also known as the *blow job queen* because I have mastered the art of doing a blow job with no hands!  I hope you know I'm talking about the shot... not... *  although I quite enjoy those too!!!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this time to thank Woofy for being the very best Woofy he can be at my times of need!!!  ;-)  Hmmm... I'm still waiting for that package!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75805040?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75805040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75805040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75805040' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75776423</id><published>2002-04-24T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T07:04:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just me again.  Ugh.  I am trying to figure out how to do this.  I don't think you have to be a rocket scientist to figure this out, but maybe you do.  Kitty is so confuzzled right now.  I wish Woofy was around to walk me through this step by step.  But of course he goes out and gets a *real* job and leaves me all alone.  (Thanks Woofy! Grrr... )  I guess I will just have to play with this (considering Kitty loves to *play* with things &lt;wink&gt;).  Eventually this old cat with get the hang of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75776423?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75776423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75776423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75776423' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469635.post-75773883</id><published>2002-04-24T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T07:04:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.  Its April 24 and Day 1 of my very own personal BLOG!  Woohoo!  &lt;Kitty doing circles&gt;  Now what do I do?  Ok, I can see that this needs a lot of work.  Woofy HELP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469635-75773883?l=herekittykitty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75773883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3469635/posts/default/75773883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herekittykitty.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75773883' title=''/><author><name>That</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04983571771972720154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
