It occurs to me, that with some of the increased traffic passing through this blog, that I occasionally might not portray Cathy in the best light. Friends and family read the blog and probably get a chuckle because they've watch her grow up, have met her or become friends with her, so they know what's going on when I write.
But if you don't know us, you might read it and go "well, that's a bit mean." Cathy has expressed this worry to me, that people might "think I'm a bit of a bitch" and it's a fair concern. This is my blog, so it's my point of view. Cathy, and she will quickly admit this, isn't a writer and has no desire to post here or start her own blog. I'm the weird one with the urge to sit down every night and write whatever is on my mind.
I may occasionally tease or grumble, but I do love her madly. Never doubt that. And keep in mind that writers are notorious liars when it suits their needs. So if it's a choice between writing what was said verbatim, or perhaps subtly changing some of the language to make the story better, well, there's a reason why "bastard" is in the title of this blog. Read anything I write about the two of us with the notice that I'm potentially exaggerating points.
So be assured that this is the happiest I've ever been in my life and that Cathy truly is one the sweetest and kindest women you could hope to meet. When my friends swing by and cackle at something Cathy has said or did that might seem a bit mean, it's because they love Cathy to pieces and get to watch someone, in their mind, finally put me in my place. She does not put up, or let me get away with, some of the crap that I'm normally used to getting away with. And that, well, that's just the best thing ever.
So Cathy is a sweetheart. My friends, on the other hand, can be perfectly evil in their own right...
Nirvana - Nirvana