Cathy TV

If Kourtney and Khloe and that former Playboy bunny can have their own TV shows I should have one too! Heck, if LBJ (Lebron James to those who have no idea there was an earlier and more influential man with those initials) can have a prime time show devoted to watching him make a decision, why can't I?

Because no one but me and a few people care about Ms. Cathy of Alex, that's why? Or, do they? What's the point of blogging, then? Do a few followers on your blog make a future reality show make?

Honestly, how many truly cared about Lebron's decision? Be honest. Hardly anybody. It wasn't the decision that mattered, it wasn't even the man that mattered, it was the cultural event that mattered. You had to be there for the crazy. If your local bar was having every TV tuned to watch, gosh, maybe I better be there! If they talk about it at work tomorrow, I better be able to weigh in.

I find it interesting that people agonize and worry about being able to offer an opinion on stuff like this but have no qualms about looking like a complete dope when asked a question like "What do you think of Kagan's qualifications to be on the High Court?" Huh? Who? Is the American Airlines Arena now the High Court?

So, if I had a reality TV show and anyone cared or was afraid of looking like an idiot if they couldn't talk about what I did today, here would be today's episode:

7:00 a.m.: Wake up slightly and say "nah"
8:45 a.m.: Wake up, pet my cats who are sleeping with me, stagger into the bathroom for my morning ablutions, turn my laptop and cell phone on
9:00 a.m.: Decide it's going to be cooler today and open windows, shut A/C off, get the paper out of the bin near the front door (yes, I subscribe to the daily PRINT paper-sue me), put food and fresh water out for the cats
9:10 a.m.: Get clean laundry from the basement, dump it on my bed to be put away later
9:15 a.m.: Check emails and FB, my Twitter feed says Father Z is in town-hmmmmm, Call Vincenzo who is bouncing off the walls having consumed 2 POTS of coffee in 5 hours or some amentior thing like that!
9:20 a.m.: Figure out what to wear for Mass
9:23-9:40 a.m. Dress and comb out my mane brush the fangs and put some makeup on, God only gave me so much to work with so I do what I can
9:40-10:40 a.m. Honestly, I have no idea what the heck I really did. I puttered around. I'm a notorious putterer. I'm not kidding. I think I brushed my cats
10:40 a.m. Headed to Mass
11:00 a.m. Mass started
11:10 a.m. Suddenly felt I needed to go to Confession. The Confessional was still open as there were two priests and one was in the Confessional while the other celebrated Mass! Came out Praising God!
11:10 a.m-11:45 a.m. Rest of Mass. Father Z says a fast Mass. I'm not kidding. I looked at my watch and was surprised it wasn't noon yet. LOL
11:45 a.m. Chat with the always gracious and charming (well, to me anyway-lol) Father Z after Mass
11:50-12:05 Head home, note the cops have pulled a cab over near Marion and Rice- about time they crack down on those cab fares!!!!!
12:05-12:20: Get out of the church clothes and go slob
12:20-1:10: Get coffee going, bacon frying, hashbrowns cooked. Update my Twitter feed, check FB, read paper, eat breakfast, drink coffee, read Vincenzo's email and other blog comments sent to my email
1:15: Fold and put away those clothes I dumped out on my bed
1:25: Pet cats as they are busy dozing
1:25-2:10: Plan to blog rest of day and came up with this lame post and wrote it.