♥ Happy Valentine's Day, my WWE Universe loves! ♥ 

While I'm not one to celebrate the day, or despise it... or refer to it as Singles Awareness Day [acronym S.A.D.... sad, right?]... I thought I'd spread the love here on the universe with my favorite valentines ever in life.

I'd like to dedicate the last one to my secret Valentine... and by secret I meant that only I know and he just found out. Like... just now. Reading this. I'm serious. Being my secret Internet Valentine requires no work and no love. That's the joy of the wonderful, beautimous [is that a word?] Internet ;)

SO [!!] enjoy my nerdiness & enjoy the day.

(heyooooooo!!!)

....and for my self-proclaimed Valentine:

I've probably, sufficiently, creeped you out. Sorry.

Universe - Kisses from Kaboom, PEEEAAACCCEEEE!!!

[if you don't know my reference in my blog title go to:

http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs12.html  ]

I needed this. Following one of the most sh!tastic weekends I've ever had [which included the passing of one of the most wonderful women in the world, my Grandmother], I needed a pick me up. Something to get my spirits back up, and get me out of a funk.

Out of my 24 years of life [give or take 2 months]... today has got to be one of the BEST. DAYS. EVER. It's one of those I feel like I need to giggle like a school girl all night and jump around because I'm so excited sort of deals... only I haven't done that. Ugh, I did squeal though... I won't lie... but only when I was by myself!

Bret. Effing. Hart.  Are you kidding me? Did that really just happen? Oh.... it did!

The book signing took place at the National Press Club in Washington D.C.  It was their 31st Annual Book Fair and there were some pretty important people there.  Apparently its a pretty big deal in the District, as well as a big charity event.  I got in a "hello" to Antonin Scalia, the Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court & total BAAAALLLEERRRR, while we were waiting in line at the coat check... and I'm pretty sure he didn't acknowledge my existance... but the total hottie secret service agent did. Score one for me, heyyooo!

But, like always, I digress... let me move forward...

The presence of the 5x World Heavyweight Champ could be felt pulsating throughout the ballroom filled with literally hundreds of people. As I walked around, weaving in and out of the masses, trying to find table #43 I pretty much somehow sensed where the table was... and wouldn't you know? I was right!

I stopped dead in my tracks and pretty much stopped breathing when I laid eyes on him... Bret "Hitman" Hart.  I categorize it as one of those "Dream Weaver" moments, like in Wayne's World... only it wasn't so much sexual attraction it was, well, what it was... seeing your idol for the very first time in person. I said something really lame under my breath to my friend, Matt, along the lines of "OMG... there he is." HA! What a total geek I am!

I got feeling back in my legs and proceeded to walk towards the table.  I got in line behind 2 guys who were in front of me at the coat check and offered to take their pictures and e-mail it to them since they were sans camera.  I figured that talking to them before it was my turn to get my one on one with Bret would help me calm my excitement.....

Unfortunately, I suffer from word vomit when I get excited. So the WWE Hall of Famer had to bare with me while I spewed out stupidity...

"HI! MY BROTHER'S PERFECTED THE SHARP SHOOTER ON ME WHEN I WAS LITTLE."

WHAT. THE. F#@$. Did I really just say that? My jaw dropped b/c something that dumb was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Thankfully, he just laughed at me [like so many do], apologized for my brothers and asked who he was to make the book out to... When I answered and he was signing, I kept talking...

"So, I always wanted a pair of your glasses. I thought they were so cool!"

He replied "...oh? Did you ever get a pair?"

Me... "No... I'm actually making it out to my first live event December 1st. But yeah, I always REALLY wanted those!"

Him... "Oh, Yeah.. I don't even have a pair anymore! I wouldn't know where to find them!"

I think I was half disappointed b/c I expected him to be like "Oh? HERE!" and hand me a pair of those pink mega cool shades that I've wanted for my entire life... but no. No. That didn't happen. Haha, its okay.

We took a picture and I was so excited still and I knew my turn was over but I said... "I think my hair was in your face. Sorry. IT WAS REALLY GREAT TO MEET YOU!" and just like turned and walked away after we shook hands.

I'm pretty sure he loved me. I could see it in his eyes. HAHAHA. Either that or it was sheer bewilderment since I was so wired... whatever. I'll think what I think!

Matt was behind me in line and said he watched me walk away with a semi confused look on his face.  Ahhh..... I leave people with that look a lot, I hear.

Either way, it may have only been like 2 minutes but I think that was the best 2 minutes ever in the history of life.

I traded e-mails with the gents in front of me to send them their pictures and traded what we said to the 2x IC champ... apparently, he hasn't done the Sharpshooter in 8 years! HA! I did it last week on my nephew! Man its cool to be stronger than younger people. No wonder my brothers always did it to me. Little ones can't kick out.

After the metro home, I met up with some of my old friends from high school for some coffee at THE BUCKS [that's what regulars call Starbucks, right? I wouldn't know. I may have just made that up.] It was lots of fun. Just another thing to add to making me happy on this already great day.

On my way home from the 'bucks, my brother called me and asked me to come over b/c I had one of his DVD's in my car.  I was too excited about getting that book signed, that I had to give it to him right away!  He would have seen my facebook picture with Bret anywayyyy so he would have known that I went! Anyway, he was so so so happy and in shock that I actually got him something that he wanted... b/c I usually just find something of his in the house on Christmas day, wrap it, and give it to him.  Little sister love right there. You should have seen when we were celebrating Hanukkah with my uncle. 8 nights of that isn't entertaining after the 3rd. Anyway, his excitement added to my excitement.

Euphoria. That's the only way I can explain my psychological state on my drive home.

Ohhh... but the exultation wasn't over.

To add to my jubilation, I get home and I have a message in my inbox from ol' Cabana Boy himself! Ummm hellooo? That just put today's rating over the top [in a good way of course!] THE icing on THE cake.  I'm sorry but can I please just say that I absolutely adore him? As if any of you couldn't tell, I mean... I was him for Halloween and I'm pretty sure I've raved about him in a blog before... I think I'm beginning to sound creepy... but really, I just appreciate him and his willingness to get back to fans.  That's really admirable. Am I gushing? Should I stop? Ha, you know I'm not going to...

I can only imagine what I would say if I were to meet him in person.  I highly doubt it'd be anything flattering. I have a good idea of what it'd probably be... but it's definitely not something I'd want to share with the masses. What I will share is that it starts with one of those "Dream Weaver" sequences from Wayne's World... Ohhh me...

The Fink & I had a good conversation about him... btw if you EVER get a chance to drop him an e-mail/comment you should! Ask him anything and he'll have a response for you! Such a nice guy, that Howard!

Oh yeah, I just name dropped THREE TIMES. [...I guess 4 if you include Scalia, but he's not as cool.]

I'm such an a-hole.

It's good to be me today.

'Til next timeee... Aloha =)

What up, all my WWE Universe cohorts?

One of my college professors once told me that if you're ever going to write something, it shouldn't matter if only one person is going to read it - write it like a thousand will. I always keep that in mind while I'm writing blogs... just b/c you never know who will come across it.  I like to keep things... "general," if you will, so that the masses will understand it.

Anyway, like the title reads... I fully intend on this being the SECOND most random blog that I've ever written!! The honor, if that's what you want to call it, of being the FIRST belongs to that mindless jibber jabber I once wrote on MySpace... I believe it had to deal with why I go by Kat [at least on the Internet] and not Katherine. I added that Scotty rhymes with Hot Body. And Zack rhymes with attack... but Batherine is not a word, and I feel like this orange every time someone rhymes things with their name... scream out "Anna Banana" and a little part of me dies on the inside... *tragic*

Anyway! Out with the old, in with the new...

For the record - I don't care if you hate what I'm about to write. It's basically word vomit anyway.

I hope everyone had a GREAT Halloween! I posted some pictures of my outrageously awesome homemade costume.  I was Colt Cabana.  For those of you who don't know,  he's the mother effing bomb sauce dot come - cheers, Boom Boom![I had to end it that way, I felt like I was giving some sort of toast or best man/maid of honor speech?!]

It's NOVEMBER 4th... I hope that all of you out there in the WWE Universe who are eligible to vote in the United States go out there and VOTE! It's your civic duty! Every vote counts! Don't believe me? Watch "Swing Vote" and tell me its not true. Movies don't lie...! Especially ones with Kevin Costner. I actually didn't watch that whole movie, it was playing on a plane on my way back from Las Vegas to D.C and I was taking the red eye flight and fell asleep... so let me know if that reference doesn't work, hahaha! Seriously though... I don't care what your party affiliation is, go out and vote!

This is kind of old, considering it happened last week but... who isn't surprised that team Priceless lost their titles?  Two weeks before on RAW they only appeared outside the ring during a Lumberjack Match and then the week after that they're schduled to wrestle Cryme Time and they come out and just go berserk on them... and then the next week they lose to Punk & Kingston.  I totally saw it coming. I know it probably will have some sort of way of playing out with a story line and such, but whatever.  I mean, I'm a total Cody Rhodes lover - anyone who knows me can vouch for that - but there's something about CM Punk when he has a belt around his waist... it just seems right to me.  Oh, and strange observation... is it just me or is Cody growing out his chest hair? I don't know why I noticed [okay I do...] but anyway... no one has to answer that.

What did everyone think of the 800th Episode Celebration of RAW??!! Yeah, yeah, we all know it was actually episode 806 but lets not get too technical here.  My favorite part HAD to be the dance party. Goldust put everyone to shame with his sweet, sweet moves.  I got really excited to see that Dusty was out there also! I know that the WWE Universe all wanted to see Howard Finkel in there and we voiced that to him through the LiveBlog that was taking place! If you haven't watched Raw while being signed into the LiveBlog I highly suggest you try it out. Tonight was my first time and I'm totally going back for more! Shout out to Corey, Lennie & The Fink for hosting an amazing night.

I want to talk about some of Raw, not all of it... but probably most... so aaareee youuu readdyyy?

I love the Hardy Boys. Their in ring chemistry is spectacular, something I truly miss.  They were such a great tag team and they were so successful as partners!

Was tonight Eve & Lena's in ring debuts? And give it up for Mae Young - what a champ! Good thing she wasn't on the receiving end of a Glam Slam!

It was a bad night to be Ted DiBiase Jr.  First everyone thinks you win the shot at the IC title and then you're duped by William Regal [though, totally not Regal's doing]... and then you get punted by Orton and are taken away on a stretcher! Dang. Money couldn't buy him his way out of those situations. BTW- I still totally think that DiBiase Jr. should bring back the Million Dollar Belt. I don't know how many times I've said that, and I don't care!

Adamle resigning? Didn't really see that one coming... but I totally knew something had to happen where Orton didn't leave.  He really went tattoo crazy while he was out w/ injuries, didn't he?  Reminded me a little of Punk's sleeves - only Punk's are really colorful and fun... and I like his. Oops. ANYWAY, who do you think will be the new GM of Raw? Stephanie McMahon has something up her sleeve... you can tell by that mischevious look in her McMahonified eyes.

DX laid out the funny, as always.  It was a long segment before their match but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I think I've watched almost every DX video on YouTube and I laugh every time...  and seriously, JoMo & The Miz... YOU DON'T MESS WITH THE CHAPS!

I won't even talk about the controversial steel cage match.

I think that's all the wrestling I'm gonna get into, I've had a ongoing list of funny things I've been hearing over the past week and I wanted to write them down... I'll explain them as I go along...

#5]  "Do those come in sizes?"
        "Ugh, Okay."
        "Is that an answer? Is there a small, medium, large?"
        "$1.89 second window thank you."

Me and my BFF were at a drive through McDonald's and she wanted to order a McFlurry... the lady who was taking our order didn't really feel like taking time with us, hahaha... Maybe you had to be there. It was one of those moments, I guess.

#4] "Daddy, did you throw up in my milk?"

My brother has been sick and has no sense of smell, so when his son asked for a glass of milk he couldn't smell that it was a little bit spoiled and poured a glass.  It was only 2 days past the "Sell By" date so he thought he was in the clear.  No, no... my nephew was about to take a sip when he caught a whiff and said this classic line that will forever make me laugh.

#3] "I have a big german shepard..."

My friend, Kevin, was getting hit on by this 70 year old lady at a Halloween party.  Like this woman was literally 70, she had a walker and all.  This lady was trying to list things that would impress him and made a BIG stress on the fact that she had a big german shepard and gave a whole wink & nod - does this mean something? Is this like sexual innuendo that I'm not understanding? Next time you're trying to pick up a girl or a guy, use this... let me know how it goes for you.  Unfortunately for this woman, it didn't work on my friend... he opted to go home with me ;)........ and watch Ghost Hunters and eat cookies - the way REAL adults in their mid-20's spend their nights.

#2] "I just don't think I can fit it all in there.  I mean, really... it's just too much."
       "That's what she said."

I think that one is really self explanatory.

#1] "Women! Two t!ts, a hole and a heartbeat... That's all they need. That's all they got. That's all I want."

Please YouTube "PWG Wrestlers Opinion on Women." If you're a girl [or guy!] and you don't like women getting ragged on - this maaaay not be the video for you.  It opens with Colt Cabana saying these lines.  The whole 9+ minutes are quote worthy to me, but I just find that kind of humor to be hilarious.

Alright, that's all from me for now.

Be well, amigos!

Aloha! [not aloha hello, but aloha goodbye!]

so if you've read my "about me" section, i mentioned this blog... well, enjoy it. it's a little... fanatical... but hey, let a girl dream =]

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I was talking to my dear friend, Travis, earlier today about all things WWF... I mean E [including our takes on Ric Flair, our disagreement on Triple H, how terrible Hulk Hogan's children are, and the tragic death of the oh so glamorous, however not so much in the end, Miss Elizabeth... may she rest in peace]. Clearly this was a throw back conversation.

The peak of our conversation started with...

"K, if you suddenly discovered that you were related to HBK, I'd dump Lindsay so quickly"
[Lindsay is Travis' girlfriend... who is basically my Baltimore doppleganger... for real.]

This line started my HBK/Shawn Michaels story. A tale of a young girl who wants to fulfill a life long dream... I'm talking about me, not him.

When I was a wee young lass, about the age of 3, I was introduced to the wonderful world of the [now] WWE by my 2 older brothers. With the high flying acrobatics and the men in bright colorful leotards, how could I resist watching with them?

From early on I was a fan of "The Rockers," which consisted of Shawn Michaels and Marty Jannetty. I like to credit Shawn Michaels as being my second ever celebrity crush [after the embarassingly enough Tom Hanks in "Big"!] Anyway... my love and admiration for the WWE super star started very early.

...I even cried a little bit after jumping on the couch with my friend, Nate, when he won the 1995 Royal Rumble. Both of us had our fingers crossed, whispering "Let it be Shawn Michaels!" The anticipation was overwhelming, Shawn Michaels was the first of thirty men to enter the ring, with the British Bulldog entering at number two. [Both of these men were among my top 5 favorites with HBK at 1 obviiii]. The first two men in the ring were also the last 2 standing. Twenty-eight men entered the ring after them, and were eliminated before them. Brilliant. I'm pretty sure HBK almost went over the top rope about 10 times in that match... one of which he almost touched the floor but in an excellent show of athleticism, he clung to the top rope and pulled himself back over and eliminated a pre-maturely celebrating Davey Boy Smith [may HE also rest in peace]. Extreme happiness ensued! Tears flowed [on both my end, and his, I'm sure]... etc... etc... oh the memories.

...alright, since we're on the subject of the Royal Rumble [you know I'm a sucker for those 30 men battle royales!] I may have had a repeat happy ending in 1996 when Shawn Michaels was, once again, SO CLOSE to elimination as one of only three men left in the ring [along with Diesel and Kama]. Right after Diesel knocked Kama over the ropes the announcer stated "It's gonna be Diesel, there's no doubt about it!"... He turned around and WHAT?!!! HBK delivered some Sweet Chin Music to Big Daddy Cool knocking him over the ropes and making himself, once again, the winner of the Royal Rumble! "SHAWN MICHAELS IS GOING TO WRESTLEMANIA!" were the words coming out of McMahon's mouth... I believe I was overjoyed at this point, once again jumping up and down... the tears didn't flow, but I watered up. What can I say? The man gets me emotional.

I then proceeded to tell Travis that when I was little, every day at 11:11, every "star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," every birthday when I blew out my candles, every shooting star I saw, and at every wishbone breaking at Thanksgiving I had the same wish.

"I wish I could meet Shawn Michaels."

Here I am approximately 20 years later, and my wish has yet to be granted. I believe its time to take a stand, don't you?