Shelley,

[Bobbi]

Hello, my name is Bobbi and I am a Cathe addict.

I know that you know that and it is an addiction for which I will never seek help. I may need help with whatever it is that you, Lunacat, have done to warp my brain so that I can't see your posts without wanting to get you to do that voodo that you do and did so well when Debbie innocently tested her signature and you decided to take her on. But I am rethinking my propensity for blabber and not letting myself go when someone introduces herself or wants to share. That's not right. So when that happens, I will just lure you out elsewhere, just to keep an eye on you.

I wanted to follow this thought. I had not laughed so much or had as much fun in far too long and the hangover was great too. Still is! Something wonderful has happened to me and I had a real breakthrough, which was coming but, well, as it turns out Catheites are easy to get addicted to too.

And I'm addicted to you!

If I start naming all of my addictions, I'll be here forever but so many, many delightful women to get hooked on.

Such a blessing, such a gift. We all lucky to have a place to share everything, even the depressive stuff, and to get through it and back into the light and joy of being!

Now, go about your business. I am done with the mushy stuff.


Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver

 

[allwildgirl]

Bobbi - the addiction is mutual, I'm sure (said in my best 1930's, gum-cracking, Bronx girl accent).

I too seriously enjoyed that wonderous day of banter and word play and it also assisted me in getting out of a months long slump.

It's so wonderful to come to a place where everyone understands what the heck you're going on about all the time, has been there, is living it. You know - "sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name... and you're always glad you came...". Oh my, look at me launching into bad 80's sitcom theme songs.

You'll notice that I have been surreptitiously posting my butt off and have nonchalantly pushed my post count up past 300. In three weeks. Not bad. 100 posts a week, give or take. How's THAT for instant addiction?

I am of late wishing I lived in Arizona or Texas, so that I could join in the ritual meeting up of the Cathe-ites, but alas I am frozen here in the Tundra and will have to wait until there is perhaps a visit to the new Cathe World Headquarters (hereinafter to be referred to as "CWH") for in-person bonding.

I am so happy to have been part of your transformation. And I'm here, ripe for the luring, should ever the urge take you to cast a line.

 

[Bobbi]

Now I'm gonna be singing THAT all day! Keep that up and you'll get 5200 posts in a year and we will all bow down! Or someone will start Cathe Anonymous, and do an intervention.

Do you hear that Debbie?

There's also the rather fabulous image of a small cat in a lime helmet typing it's tail off and perhaps humming bad 80's sitcom theme songs.

I was thinking the week my kids are on Spring Break is the wrong one to get my housy groove on. I quit! They win. Nah, I'll perservere but the wind has definitely flown form my sails and the computer is so beautiful, alluring and beckoning me to come and play.

I think I'll take a peek at my number before I return to get this, Mount Washmore. Shouldn't that be Mount Washless? Flylady's email called it that today. Well, let's just say they had better be automated emails or I know she lives in squalor, is an enormous woman who gets no exercise except typing, has no personal relatoinships outside of the internet and needs to get a life worse than I do and I know I do because my husband tells me so!

And he blames you Shelley!
Bobbi http://www.handykult.de/plaudersmilies.de/chicken.gif "Chick's rule!"

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? - Mary Oliver