Decorating Makes it All Better

Today's Kitty:
Little Ms. Fix-it

First Home Depot is like dating a person you aren't too certain about. They seem nice but sometime may be too needy...

Imagine young tween with summer job here:Mecca: smells like men and wood chips:)

"HI, Welcome to Home Depot. How May I be of assistance"

Me: Paint my apartment

(Worker looks dumbfounded and I move on).

I have found that mainly two women exist in the land of the Depot: Lost Souls (these women are like me..who have no idea what to call anything but a thing-a-ma-jig and a whosie whatits) and we have the stereo-typical Depot Dyke. I think that needs no explanation. Also, I have found it is best to hit the depot in the mid-morning time AND Seriously: lipstick, wonderbra and three inch heels are the ultimate equalizer and will guarantee EXCELLENT customer service. Sometimes, too good, but I did score dinner out of one of my adventures. (BTW- I have gone to HD EVERYDAY for the past week...EVERYday...not kidding)

Moving on- the last few months have been quite hard and I still haven't recovered financially but trying. In effort to keep myself sane I decided to redo my apartment and spend NO MORE than 350 bucks. I am still in the process and rediscovering items I never knew I had. I wish I had the before pics to post but at the time I didn't think it blog worthy...but after up teen hours painting, beading, sanding and shellacking...I'm thinking what the hell...this sure is blog worthy: I'm using power tools and a staple gun. Hilarity will and DOES ensue.

I finally finished my bedroom and created a headboard frame for the bed.

Then I decide to recover a chair. My friend Kia says it looks like a cupcake.

I like to think that every bad girl needs one sweet treat:)
Here's my kitchen..still not done. I am making beaded curtains and beading them all MYSELF.

So this has been my last week, had a few auditions but nothing major. This week, more painting..a couple of big auditions and such. For those that pray please keep me in your thoughts and prayers because I have got to get a gig soon. The landlord is getting antsier than me. Hope all is well and you enjoy my attempts at being somewhat a domestic Goddess. However, seriously hearing a clock and looking to settle down so if you know of a man who likes a handy gal...send him my way. Thanks for reading my blog. Hope you enjoy the last few entries. Peace out.

Meow

K

"Decorate your home. It gives the illusion that your life is more interesting than it really is.”--Charles M. Schulz

Bye bye Miss Kitty (7 more lives left)

The month of June is most likely the hardest for me due to many personal tragedies have happened during the month...some very public (ie death of my mother, her birthday) and some things that only I, God and limited few are aware.

This June has been particularly rough. I have done things that haven't been very nice because I was in pain. Truth be told, the things I did were justified, and even warranted but still not in my normal character.

I am trying to make many changes in my life, and blogging about it is not something that I feel is in my best interest at this time. My site will be taken down in mid July. I most likely will not post again.

Thanks to all my supportive readers but the show must go on...just not in cyberland.
Meow meow
K

So NOT Age Appropriate

I am SO not appropriate for anyone under the age of I don't know...ummm 3 billion. Seriously, I don't have kids and was the oldest child so my edit button is pretty much non-existent. I know when not to swear or tell someone their ass is big or they have a small penis...other than that, it's all fair game.

Anyone who knows me, KNOWS this...so WHY OH WHY would one of my closest and dearest friends send me a friend suggestion on FaceBook for my God son. Is she NUTS? Does the boy need to Aunt Kit's status updates referring to "everything under the sun and THEN some?" Seriously folks, he could learn lessons that no young child should know before the age of 65...so

Should I edit myself or my content? Or deny my God child? Create an additional account: one for "G/PG" friends and family and "The REAL Kit" account?

Dilemmas, dilemmas...why such a dilemma on a Friday no less. Friday should be fun.

Speaking of fun this week was specially fun because it was my birthday, and one of the best to date....old friends and new but exactly the people I would want to spend my day with...

This is gonna be a GREAT year!!!!!!

Meow

K

Facebook, Autism, and life...oh MY

Today's Kitty:

Aware

Over the past year Facebook has helped me re-establish contact with former grade school chums as well as college buddies. In years past, we might send the occasional Christmas card, and note. However, now thanks to "social networking"  I can tell you if DeAnna is at the gym or on her way to see her son in a game. I know that Debbie has adopted yet ANOTHER pet. She's been collecting wild animals (myself included) ever since I've known her. She is one of my friends with so much love in her heart it makes me hopeful, and want to be a better person. 

But with connection, you must make a choice are you just "Facebook Friends" or "friends"? That is hard for me to make that call because I have over 700 "friends". I'll admit that I spend a few hours a month "stalking" my friends. Reading their blogs, notes, looking at pictures...catching up, remembering . 

I have lumped this into THREE main Facebook Friend categories:

1. Friends till the end: some people are and will always be...PERIOD.

2. Friends by guilt (usually family can fall into this category)

3. Friends that we weren't really THAT close when we met in life, but FB has brought us together and you find out that you might have a LOT in common with a stranger who is not really a stranger. (Hope that makes sense)

I just had this on my mind for the last couple of days. I was thinking about my friends from college and some from high school.  I know (as I am sure we all KNOW but sometimes don't acknowledge) the amazing women we ACTUALLY know.  As I mentioned FB helped me get in contact with old friends, some of them have children, and some of those children have "special needs". I don't have kids, nor do I know if I will ever have them, but I can respect the people that do, but my utmost respect, heart, and thoughts go to those with autistic children.

I have learned more about autism in the past year than I have ever wanted to know and it breaks my heart, so I know it has to be killing my friends. Every time I read their blog of successes and set backs it just makes me love them more and want action. My friend D* has to jump through so many hoops, and red tape just to get her son the schooling he needs. The school board and some officials thinks he isn't "autistic enough". 

WTF is that...any form of autism is enough. She and her family may have to move in effort to get her son into a more helpful school district. 

And, then there's J whose son has a high functioning form of autism but still has many issues...one being social skills. We, as adults, realize being a kid is tough, and that kids can be cruel. So imagine being a child who feels so strongly that sometimes it appears to the average bystander that the child is a "brat" or "having a temper tantrum" when in actuality they are trying to express themselves the only way they can. Because of my friends and their stories I have learned to demonstrate more tolerance because we don't always know all the facts. 

These are not my only friends with autistic children I am sadly learning...it seems to me that it's my generation (Gen X/Y), and I've noticed a pattern...and not sure what it means BUT...off all the women I know whose children have autism. It is usually the first born, and all boys. I also learned that the odds of being diagnosed with autism is 1 out of 150!!!!

You know it takes very SPECIAL parents to take care of an autistic child, and to be honest I think God places those children with these parents because they can handle it. My mother was the best mother she could be to me, and I'll be frank: I have issues. If I would have been autistic I honestly don't think she could have handled it and I would have been passed off to my grandparents or a "group home".  

Needless to say, I'm sure if being a parent to a healthy, "normal" child is tough, the challenges that face the parent of an autistic child are paramount. They not only worry about them as children dealing with the world, but these kids will grow up, and then parents must worry for their future. Will they be able to get jobs,  or will they have to live with their parents forever? Will my friends ever get a break? Don't get it twisted, not ONE of my friends have EVER wished they never had their child or showed any resentment towards their kid, if anything they were mad at the illness, and the ignorance and intolerance of others. 

To learn more about autism please click here.

And this autism fact was stolen from my Jonni's blog but felt it was not only interesting but can you understand the varying degrees of the disorder. 

Autism fact for today:

Did you know that there are 5 developmental disorders that fall under the autism spectrum classification? They are Autism, Aspergers, PDD-NOS, Childhood Disentegrative Disorder and Rett Syndrome. Each of these have their own diagnostic criteria with varying degrees of impairment in communication and social abilities. If you want to see the diagnostic criteria, click here.

Lastly, I'd like to address the irony of me stating I was going to stop blogging, and I've been more active in the past week than I have in the last couple of months. Well, that's Kit Williams, and it's only one of the reasons you love me.

Meow

K

PMS Or Big Wuss...either or..time to suck it up

Yesterday, I was in a funk...mainly think my girl hormones were taking a moment to display the crazies. Shelby probably spent most of her work day talking me down. (Though she too good of best friend to admit. However, something was different. I have too much at stake to let a "bad day" be my undoing.

First thing, fixed a computer issue. Something that may be simple to some took me a almost 5 hours, and I did it all by myself. Well, not totally (Mr. Google and my friend Steve gave me some information), but I did it. I felt very accomplished. Then instead of hunkering down with my favorite binge goodies. (Oreos and chocolate ice cream). I went to the gym. The treadmill became my oreos and the Stair master was the double stuff. Hell, everyone knows a hot ass is better than a fat one. I also, caught up with an old friend. It was good to hear his voice. It's funny the people who know you best seem to call at just the right moment. It gave me a lot to think about...all good.

And the biggest, brightest spot in my day was my niece.

She is a real treat, and it was her kindergarten graduation day. How adorable is she? I looked at her little cap and gown...so young, so hopeful...and thought I used to be like that...what happened? And I soon remembered...I changed and let it happen.

SO, I decided enough...get over it, and get on with it.

And you know...it's all gonna be ok.

Here's to a new and better week, and yet another GREAT day to be Kit Williams.

Peace

K

Ok..not really empty but

Well after reading my previous post it may seem as if I am in a funk. In a way...yes...too many auditions and call backs and not enough bookings. It's so frustrating that I want to scream. I am holding on but my patience is wearing thin. I need a distraction.

I went out with my friend and neighbor, Kia earlier this week. It was nice, we had wine, we chatted, and we laughed. Mainly, we laughed at men: quite simple creatures especially the ones our age. There was one idiot a "typical" guy that I try and dodge. Irish, cute, tattoos, and very simple. I can't even go into it, but he really was an ass. I hate when white men try to impress a black woman with their "hipness" or demonstrate their "dance prowless" or something else in effort to show they are "down with the sistas". Whatever....

I've considered dating older men but that leads to another set of issues. So for now I will just date myself. Besides who else has my best interests at heart besides me, myself and I. (and possibly Shelby). 

I did receive my lease renewal. I haven't sent it back in. I guess I am waiting for a sign. I am just so tired of this city. Maybe I do need to leave, however I think a vacation is best.  My friend FC just returned from Rome.  She had the most spectacular pictures. I think Rome is in my future. I don't know how I will pay for it, but I will find a way. I am tired of existing and I just want a chance to live, and in turn not be so empty:)

Meow for now

K

Empty

I know I said I was taking a break, but I stopped blogging because there is so much going on right now. Most of it not really for public consumption...yet. At this point I am empty.

once so full of hope and light

now I'm left with a daily fight

and I am empty

void of a life that is mine alone

living on the  edge, a house but no home

empty

no husband, or child or even a plant

maybe I'm destined to be the spinster aunt

empty

heart full of love, ready to give

I've found a way but

is it really the life to live?

If I have to ask, then the answer is clear

No more emptiness, time to face the fear.

of being, completely

EMPTY