The Author
Hi. I’m Saucygrrl, (ok, you probably figured out that that’s not my real name but I kind of dig the anonymity even though there’s really no reason for me to hide), and this is my blog. Yes, that is me up there eating spaghetti straight from the Tupperware bowl while wearing a shower cap. Isn’t that how all the cool girls eat spaghetti when they don’t want to get their hands dirty or food in their hair? No? Anyway, I’m a freelance PowerPoint Designer, which pretty much means I’m too lazy to be a real graphic designer, I like working on PCs instead of Macs (oh god, the horror), and I get to work from home (wee!).
I’ve been happily married to Sean for five years; at least Sean tells me we’ve been happily married anyway. I tend to believe him because I can’t imagine he’d lie since I’m a little surprised that someone would brag about being married to me for five years anyway.
We used to live here, but now we live here. And before you ask I’ll just answer you: yes, living on Cape Cod is awesome. In addition to the whole beach community lifestyle, it allows me to aggravate old friends and colleagues by emailing them pictures of the beach that I’m on while they’re plodding away in stuffy old offices. This makes me laugh great big malicious laughs from the center of my belly. I don’t feel too bad about it because I know they’d do it to me if they had the chance.
Let’s see… what else? I kill plants. Not on purpose, it just kind of happens when I’m asked to take care of them so you probably don’t want to consider me to watch your plants while you traipse off to Bali.
Oh yeah, and this is totally the last thing, if you want/need to email me for whatever reason you can hit me over at saucygrrl(at)comcast(dot)net. “Hit Me” is cool kid slag for contact, right? Hell, what do I know, I’m 30. Saying “Hit Me” feels about as natural to me as wearing a thong with low-rise jeans.
About TCDA
The creation of The Cats Demand Answers was inspired by an overflowing mind, a computer, and high-speed internet. It is a place where I come to rant. Most of my topics are relatively light and insignificant but can reach deep into the bowels of religion, politics and the meaning of life. It just hasn’t yet.
And in the spirit of giving credit where credit is due, the name of this blog was taken directly from a set list from the popular, yet defunct radio show “Greasy Kids Stuff.” You can still listen to archives at http://wfmu.org/playlists/GK. It’s kids music that grownups can really get into and I imagine it beats the pants off of anything that the Wiggles have contributed to the music world.
And just because you’re probably wondering what the hell those tags mean; I’ve including a key:
A soapbox so high that I can’t get down (ranting)
And the heavens broke open (inspirational)
Crazy-ass theories (well, I think that one speaks for itself)
Ding-Dong Merrily On High (holiday related)
Fucked up dreams (again, self-explanatory)
“Hooper drives the boat Chief” (Hooper, the dog)
Mmm… chocolate-y (probably something about chocolate binges)
No one cares what you ate for lunch (posts that are driven by a list of subjects in Maggie Mason’s book of the same name)
Pop culture (celebrity, music, movies)
Runts (kids)
Same shit different day (everyday happenings)
Snippets (small niblets of mildly amusing conversations)
The Cats of TCDA (something involving Joey, Katie or Payton)
The Man (Sean, my husband)
Things I can blame on dad
Things I can blame on mom (do those two really need explaining?)
Things martha taught me (the genius that is Martha Stewart and how she’s brainwashed me)
Those crazies are my crazies (my family)
Yeah, I’m PMSing, what’s your point (angry PMS posts)
