Never Change You

Never Change You

This blog was to be the start of me in a sense growing up…going from dependent wife to super hero like Xena Princess Warrior able to fend off creditors and scandalous car repairmen in a single bound. How did that song go…I bring home the bacon…fry it up in a pan..cause I’m a woman!! From little hairy caterpillar to the beginning of the metamorphosis of becoming a beautiful butterfly!

Well my son seen my picture I used to go with my blog. If you are reading my blog you see it, my colorful rainbow outfit and pigtails and he said, “Mom if you want people to take you serious maybe you should change your picture.” You see I am wearing a Halloween costume of a Raver.

What!! People won’t take me in my “Rave” costume serious. I started thinking, should I be dressed like Michelle Obama? I guess even her little girls looked more professional than I did.

As I browsed through my albums I seen pictures of me dressed as a nerd or an Indian. I have pictures of me with kisses all over my face or I’m sporting a pink boa around my neck and I thought.

Through everything I have faced I never stopped being me. Catalina is eccentric, crazy spirited, laughter loving and this blog is about the true me. What you see is what you get.

Part of growing and learning to survive in this big huge world was becoming confident with myself and I did that by approving of myself JUST THE WAY I WAS! What was not to love?

I had always been a people pleaser and it was time to stop that and become a self pleaser. Time to learn to be happy with Catalina.

Bring on the rainbow tutus and plastic cigars, they defined my personality because laughter was part of who I am. It is important to never lose sight of you.

Maybe you were in a relationship so long you forgot who you are or in a relationship and were criticized so much that you felt you could not be yourself. It is time we took back our right to be who we are and love ourselves just the way God made us…cause remember…God don’t make junk!

I may have people that prefer not to spend time with me but it will not be because I am a mean person, have a mean spirit or am a bad person, it is because I don’t fit in the mold of the kind of person most of society feels I should. Haven’t I always wanted to be special? I guess I am. Ha!


So Little Men




So Little Men…So Much Time 

I was thinking…yeah that happens a lot. I look around at my friends, family and women in general and there are sooo many single women out there. I am not alone after all. In fact it seems to be that I have joined the larger population women alone vs women in a relationship.

Why is that? As I ask the question, everyone has the same responses.

  • There isn’t anyone of quality to choose from.
  • No one to choose from at all.
  • All the good ones are taken.
  • Single men are players and don’t want to be tied down.
  • They always turn out to be gay.
  • I wouldn’t even know where to meet them.
  • If they are single, they say…what’s wrong with them, why are they still single?

Funny, hello we are single too.


But let us get back to my inquiry.

Where are all the men?

Why are there so little men to choose from?

Should we be alarmed?

Should we do something about it? Like clone them like they did those sheep in the 90’s?

Do we want a world with more men than we have now?

Wow, I shudder to think what could that mean to mankind. Fine! No deep thinking, move on.


One friend told me that there are 10 women for every man out there!


Could this be true?

Do we have to revert back to the days of the Harems where there is one man and 10 wives? I mean it does happen to this day, maybe that is why it happens.


I heard of one Morman setting where a large family lived, and every wife had her own room and the husband would take turns going to each room each night. I am telling you right now that would not work for me because I would be standing at my door every night saying, “Hey it’s my turn again! Oh hell no you are not staying with her tonight! You better get your butt in my room now!” Catalina doesn’t play nice in the sandbox!

They would be starting a reality show on my house staring me, Morman Mean Girl!

It may be that true happiness lies in not living happily ever after with a man by your side.

What is happening is that women fearing being alone end up with some half-assed cheating, weirdo man because they feel they have to be with someone. Who says so? Being alone doesn’t have to mean loneliness and sadness. There is an African proverb that goes, “It is better to travel alone, than with a bad companion.”

Why travel alone? My female friends make the best company/

Wait! Nothing was resolved! Where are the single men at everyone???