Who are we, you might ask? Some brief info....
Cougar Queen is, as the title suggests, both a Cougar and a Queen. He proudly wears both hats, with matching heels if possible. By the outward appearance he's an affable guy who doesn't think mean things. But deep down.... a Queen with high ideals, standards and opinions lurks with a Cougar that wants to use his claws to rip the face off those who annoy him.
CQ is single and on the prowl, but is a shy kitten when it comes to finding a mate. He works in the service industry (keep your mind out) and is a strict, pre-Vatican, almost fanatical Catholic.
Mother Hen is the eternal earth and room mother. A working mom who channels her guilt into volunteering for everything, she is always involved and everyone always wonders how she does it. To which a demure smile, saying, "Oh, I just enjoy it" covers the urge to scream, "You could help too if you weren't so damn selfish!" Trying to challenge her is usually futile, as she uses her words to hammer down a dissenter as a chicken would use their beak to make a hole in the rock hard earth. And the clucking over everyone never stops.
MH has more than 2.5 kiddos, and has all stages of development in the house.... and a lot of alcohol. She is married to a darling man who knows her true colors and loves her more for them. She is in management and is a Smorgasbord Catholic (I'll believe this, but not that.... sprinkle on this....).
One of the more unlikely pairs on the surface, but have always been avid "Anything you can do,
I can do more" believers. Mutual annoyance with the general population and a never ending struggle to control the urge to react as we wish is the strongest bond.
Friday, January 6, 2012
How did we get here?
It was a long trip to the middle of nowhere in Kansas. I mean long. And I mean nowhere.
I knew that the radio in Cougar Queen's car was broken, but didn't know that we had completely opposite tastes in music. We tried to make it work.... cruising down I-70 with a Boom Box the size of a computer monitor; trying to pick up stations and work cassette tapes.
It sucked. We were grouchy. We were tired. And we weren't thrilled to be going in the first place.
We made it. We made ti through the weekend and the family reunion. And we headed back to the city.
More tired. More grouchy. Downright mean.
The batteries were dying and the cassette tapes were unraveling - along with our nerves. At the time one of us started to look for the gun, the other suggested a game. A fun car game. Fun for us, that is.
And so, "Why I Hate You" was born. One of us would say a name and the other had to say the worst thing about the subject in just one word. It was brilliant. It was terrible. It was the deepening and defining moment of a friendship.
We were totally and utterly honest with each other (obviously we never said each other's names!!). There was no judgement, just acceptance, gasps, and laughter. We thought we knew each other pretty well... but this opened it even more. And it created a relationship where we have no boundaries and are completely honest and accepting of each other and our thoughts and feelings.
And from that (over a decade later - ouch) this blog is birthed. In it we will discuss the annoying, the frustrating, the mindless, the stupid.... say the things most of us think but are afraid to say out loud.
And before you judge us to be mean... just know that our identities are secret because no one else would ever believe we think these things! We are both known as the givers, the leaders, the go-to's. And we love that and relish our roles. But those little voices inside us just can't stay silent forever...
I knew that the radio in Cougar Queen's car was broken, but didn't know that we had completely opposite tastes in music. We tried to make it work.... cruising down I-70 with a Boom Box the size of a computer monitor; trying to pick up stations and work cassette tapes.
It sucked. We were grouchy. We were tired. And we weren't thrilled to be going in the first place.
We made it. We made ti through the weekend and the family reunion. And we headed back to the city.
More tired. More grouchy. Downright mean.
The batteries were dying and the cassette tapes were unraveling - along with our nerves. At the time one of us started to look for the gun, the other suggested a game. A fun car game. Fun for us, that is.
And so, "Why I Hate You" was born. One of us would say a name and the other had to say the worst thing about the subject in just one word. It was brilliant. It was terrible. It was the deepening and defining moment of a friendship.
We were totally and utterly honest with each other (obviously we never said each other's names!!). There was no judgement, just acceptance, gasps, and laughter. We thought we knew each other pretty well... but this opened it even more. And it created a relationship where we have no boundaries and are completely honest and accepting of each other and our thoughts and feelings.
And from that (over a decade later - ouch) this blog is birthed. In it we will discuss the annoying, the frustrating, the mindless, the stupid.... say the things most of us think but are afraid to say out loud.
And before you judge us to be mean... just know that our identities are secret because no one else would ever believe we think these things! We are both known as the givers, the leaders, the go-to's. And we love that and relish our roles. But those little voices inside us just can't stay silent forever...
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