The Fat Kat: 2015 in Review

As 2015 comes to a mighty close, I daresay that October-December were my best months EVER! I never knew that I would soar high in the blogosphere. There are so many I would like to thank and enumerating every one of you would make my list long…and, in my opinion, it seems tacky. So I just want to give a huge THANK YOU to all of you who had made The Fat Kat possible.

I would also like to thank my LDRBN family. Warm hugs and kisses from me to all of you guys in the community. Love you!

Anyway, the stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 25 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.


Android phone got busted

When it comes to gadgets, we pass them along. I got my phone from my dad. It has been with me for quite sometime now and now it has gone CRAZY!

I suspected that it overheated so I tried facing it to the electric fan while trying to get it to start to no avail. Thank God for techie brothers!

So, for a while, I won’t have a phone.

It sucks.


Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays everyone!
How was your Christmas? I was supposed to spend mine in the hospital but, as luck may have it, work ended at 10. I got to spend Christmas with my family. The only thing I didn’t get to do was go to church with them.
Speaking of spending thw holidays working, I am at work as I am writing this on my phone. Got a chance to do so because it is an easy night; just a few deliveries.
Anyway, I won’t be blogging anytime soon. I have a weird schedule so I am still trying to sort out how I could insert blogging into it.
I am sorry.

Once again, Happy Holidays! Enjoy everything!

The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant

The tattoo, however, didn’t have the head of a reptile but rather a head/face of a human male: head thrown back and eyes closed as if in complete and utter rapture, and the tongue which was long like that of a snake, darting from the mouth downward toward the opening of her sex. Continue reading