Queso, Chaos, and Cats Who Don’t Pay Rent

“Some days I’m the charcoal, some days I’m the spark. But either way, I’m the one lighting up my own joy.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Cinco de Mayo at my house does not start with calm music and a polite breeze. No, ma’am. It starts with Piper, Coco, and Tinkerbell forming a three‑cat mariachi militia and declaring your living room an independent nation called El Chaótico Sur. And it is about to ignite like Piper discovering an unattended rotisserie chicken.

You know it’s serious when all three of your cats assemble like a furry Avengers team. Except instead of saving the world, they’re here to destroy your living room, your dignity, and any hope you had of hosting a normal Cinco de Mayo celebration.

Piper’s already pacing like the general of the Fiesta Forces. Coco’s licking the air like she’s pre-gaming the queso. And Tinkerbell? She’s in the corner sharpening her claws on something important. Probably your soul.

Cinco de Mayo hasn’t even started yet. And you’re already outnumbered. Outmaneuvered. And out cheesed.

The moment that first flame pops, Piper struts onto the patio like she’s the official grill inspector sent by the State of Mississippi. Tail high. Eyes narrowed. Full authority. Zero training. She circles the grill like she’s checking for code violations. And then looks at you like, “Ma’am, this charcoal is not up to Cinco de Mayo standards. I’m calling the county.”

Meanwhile, Coco is behind her already licking the air like she’s trying to taste the smoke before it even settles. And Tinkerbell is under the table, plotting something. She always is. I hung a cute little piñata shaped like a chili pepper. I thought it would be festive. But my cats thought it was an act of war. Piper launched herself at it like she was reenacting a scene from Mission: Impawsible. Coco delivered one single, devastating paw jab that cracked it open like a safe. And Tinkerbell climbed the curtains. Rappelled down. And finished the job with the precision of a tiny, furry Navy SEAL. Treats rained from the sky like a snack-based miracle. Piper immediately declared herself “La Presidenta.”

I set up a beautiful taco bar. I arranged the toppings. I warmed the tortillas. And I felt proud. Your cats saw a lawless frontier. Coco dragged off a tortilla like she was smuggling contraband across the border. Piper stuck her entire head into the sour cream and emerged looking like a ghost who died from dairy related crimes. And Tinkerbell rolled in the shredded cheese like she was baptizing herself in the name of the queso, the crema, and the holy guacamole. By the time I turned around, it looked like a raccoon family reunion had taken place on your counter.

I put on a festive playlist. My cats heard the trumpets and immediately assumed that the house was under attack. Maybe a rival cat cartel was sending coded messages. Or it was time for the nightly NASCAR sprint from the hallway to the kitchen. Tinkerbell took the lead. Piper drafted behind her. Coco spun out on the rug. And I made myself a cute little Cinco de Mayo mocktail.

Piper dipped her paw in my drink. Sniffed it. And made a face like you’d offered her a bill from the IRS. Coco tried to knock it over just to test gravity. Tinkerbell sat nearby judging everyone like the HOA president of Chaos Court. I bought tiny sombreros. And I thought they’d be adorable. But my cats thought I’d lost my mind. Piper wore hers for 0.7 seconds. Coco wore hers proudly like a tiny sheriff patrolling the queso frontier. And Tinkerbell shredded hers. And then sat on the remains like a war trophy.

They would like to issue the following official statements.

  • Piper: “Next year, I want my own grill.”
  • Coco: “More cheese. No negotiations.”
  • Tinkerbell: “The sombrero deserved what it got.”

And me? I survived another holiday with your feline fiesta squad. Bless your Southern heart and the ability to laugh through the chaos. And that is how Cinco de Mayo turned into Cinco de Mayhem.

A holiday now officially sponsored by shredded cheese, broken piñatas, and the emotional resilience of one Southern woman who just wanted tacos. Piper has claimed the grill. Coco has claimed the tortillas. Tinkerbell has claimed your sanity. So go on and light the charcoal again next year. Your cats are already planning the sequel. Fiesta over. Queso spilled. Thanks for reading! Ola!

Affirmation: I honor my chaos, my softness, and my power. I move through this world like I belong in every room I enter. 
Because I do.

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Laughing Rainbows

“It takes more than a sign, a fabulous outfit or a month of parades. Pride has to resonate from within; shine out to everyone around you. It has to mean something to you  before you announce it to the world.”

-Solange Nicole

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. As we continue to celebrate Pride, I want to highlight some of my favorite gay celebrity comedians. There is nothing like good humor. It has been one of the top factors for how I survived a life of abuse. Comedy can be raunchy. However, I respect humor in any way that I can find it. And I really love being able to laugh at myself.

I have several personal favorite “out and proud” lesbian comedians. These include Wanda Sykes, Ellen, DeGeneres, Kate McKinnon, Fortune Feimster, Margaret Cho, Jessica Kirson, Tig Notaro and Mae Martin. There are many more lesbian comedians. These are just a few of my favorites. And the lesbian comedic icons Wanda Sykes and Ellen DeGeneres, in my eyes, are considered legends in the game.

Kate McKinnon has grown her gift of comedy, becoming a big presence on Saturday Night Live. And she is truly gifted. It doesn’t take long once you begin watching her to realize that she’s truly gifted. Jessica Kirson is a comedian that I saw for the first time on YouTube. Her style is doing crowd work. It is a style of comedy that engages with and interacts directly with the audience. It isn’t a set routine.

Two of my favorite southern lesbian comedians are Tig Notaro and Fortune Feimster. These two ladies are truly hilarious. They both incorporate some of the funny things from the southern way of life. Tig Notaro is from my home state of Mississippi. And Fortune Feimster is from South Carolina. You can tell through their comedy that they understand what it’s like being gay in the south. So, when I struggle with my southern reality, I find these guys somewhere on the internet and let the stress melt away. And first thing in the morning, I fix my cup of coffee and turn on the podcast with Tig, Fortune and Mae. The podcast is called “Handsome.” And I promise these guys, for the most part, keep it clean and hilarious. And it helps to wash away my morning grumpiness.

My favorite gay male comedian is Matt Mathews. Another individual from the south that owns his craft. He is hysterically funny! His material is typically offensive to most conservative thinkers. But to make no mistake his material is some of the best in my book. The audience is always roaring with laughter. He’s just beginning to get the recognition that he deserves.

Check out some of these comedians if you’re in the mood for some good laughs. Or when you’re not in the mood for laughs. Maybe it will be the pickup that you need for your day to continue. I used a few clips of Fortune Feimster in my blog this month about my personal “coming out “story. Thanks for reading! Subscribe to my blog and you’ll never miss another post. Keep smiling!

Affirmation: My laughter heals me even if I’m laughing at myself

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Life Is Better When You’re Laughing

Life Is Better When You’re Laughing

“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.”

—Woody Allen

The above title is the writing on the outside of my private journal.  Understand comedy however you wish but for me it has gotten me through a lot of situations both good and bad.  I have always prided myself on the fact that regardless of what events have taken place in my life, my ability to laugh and find humor in most situations was never damaged.  Often times humor was used against me as a form of humiliation and embarrassment.

As a child, I’m not sure if I was humorous or not.  However, with my dad’s quick wit and grandmother’s lack of a filter, in any capacity, there was always a reason to laugh.  In my teen years, clowning around became second nature and a form of survival.  I became a class clown that followed me into adulthood.  In most treatment centers and psychiatric units you can most assuredly find me as the guilty party wherever roars of laughter might be exhibited. This is not because I like attention.  I do, however, love laughing with like minded individuals.  Things I Have Learned on Psychiatric Units is another blog where some of this very humor was captured.

I am usually telling stories related to my late grandmother’s antics especially when birds, squirrels, her individualized driving abilities or lack thereof and Wal-Mart scooters are the topics. She never could quite understand the fact that birds and squirrels have co-existed for thousands of years together.  She also never realized that both birds and squirrels can survive on food even if you don’t personally feed them every day.  There were many days when you would catch her screaming at the squirrels in a murderous rage about staying out of the bird feeder because they had their own food (corn cobs) placed securely onto a tree.  After throwing random objects from her house such as knives, spoons, cooking pots, a tea pot and house slippers at said bird feeder and using language that would make even the most liberal of southern Baptist blush she would then proceed threatening them with verbalized thoughts of a mass squirrel genocide.  Even after her death some of those same house slippers were found buried beneath leaves of the once violent anti-squirrel tyrant.  The blog post Birds and Squirrels also reiterates some of these same scenarios played out by one of my greatest friends….my Nannie.

comfort zone

Her driving consisted of her ignoring street signs, mainly speed limit signs, because they were viewed as a suggestion rather than law.  My family and I started driving her around soon after we all realized that safety behind the wheel was not her goal or a priority.  When I would take her to Wal-Mart my 80 year-old grandmother used the same lack of driving skills on the scooters.  There were times when I would look up with her driving solo to the women’s clothing section right up into a clothes rack.  She then proceeded to tell me the scooter was broken  and that’s why the incident has occurred.  Never once did she acknowledge operator error.  She would somehow cuss her way into leaving the area on the “broken” scooter only to leave a trail of blouses that had been ripped off the rack.  She would also drive down to another section of the store with additional clothing and hangers swirling around and grinding in the tires.  I’m sure Wal-Mart wrote these damaged items off because they most assuredly could not be sold after my Nannie had done her damage.

The ability to laugh at our own shortcomings allows us to not take life so seriously.  Laughter helps to reduce pain, strengthens immune function and decreases stress.  Whenever I feel some type of major depressive episode coming on I’ll usually find a movie or a standup performance by one of my favorite comedians/actors to help chase it away.  Granted this doesn’t always work but laughter has been some of the best medicine for me.  Some of my favorite comedians are:  Kevin Hart, Katt Williams, Dane Cook, Tyler Perry, Rickey Smiley, Jim Gaffigan, Aries Spears, Gabriel Iglesias, Will Ferrell, Jim Carey, Dana Carvey, Margaret Cho, Amy Schumer, Ellen Degeneres, Tig Notaro, Melissa McCarthy, Mo’nique, Whoopi Goldberg, Wanda Sykes, Cedric the Entertainer, Jeff Dunham, Mike Epps, Russell Peters, Darren Knight (Southern Momma) and the late Robin Williams, Chris Farley, Bernie Mac, John Candy and Ralphie May.

While my ex-husband could be comical, he used his humor in a very demeaning way against me.  And in public or around family is when he would let these skills reverberate with only me having the knowledge that this was not done in fun. I picked up on those comedic verbal sniper attacks very well. Also, since tears and real emotions were not considered “safe”, humor whether appropriate or inappropriate was always acceptable.  To this day, I’ll deflect most emotions other than anger or humor because it just doesn’t feel safe even with safe people.  Luckily, my “coach” already knows this and gets my attention when deflection seems to be my goal instead of feeling uncomfortable feelings.

Learning how deal with feelings through laughter is ok.  However, using humor as a way to avoid feelings can be detrimental and deadly if taken to extremes.  Re-learning how to deal with feelings appropriately is not an easy task.   But I will still take time out with telemarketers to let them know that I have to end the call because I have a cow on fire in the front yard.  Again, another part of life where I must learn and accept the importance of moderation and balance.

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