I’ve been thinking a lot about BOCL and also about me and what I originally envisioned for both of us when I started writing my Facebook blog.
BOCL was born out of a frustration I felt with the man I was dating at the time (you know him now as “Mr. Wonderful”)
I was pissed off with the whole dating bullshit I had been putting up with for so long and kind of looked back at all the weirdo’s I had encountered and here I had found someone and he wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to reel him in. Ok, he was also kinda dickish at the time and didn’t know what he wanted.
So I had posted on my personal Facebook page, “Men suck”, “That’s it, tune in again next time for more words of wisdom from the bitter old cat lady”.
After I posted it, I knew he would see it and I just did not give a shit, I was just feeling so done with all of it. I joked around all the time that I had the cats, all I needed was blue hair and I would be the old lady on the block with all the cats. But each time I joked around about this, I would wonder, “Am I going to be single forever?”
I kinda wanted to be; I’m really independent and so used to doing things my own way now. But there were several things that bothered me about being single and made me feel ready to have a relationship.
I was lonely. The children of the corn were growing up and I knew that I did not want to be alone after they left the house. I wanted a partner in crime.
I wanted to have a regular sex life (preferably with the same man as opposed to multiple partners)
I was tired of taking the trash out by myself. Dragging those damn cans to the curb is a pain in the ass.
I needed someone to kill the bugs. Screaming and running for the vacuum cleaner to suck em up or scooping up a spider in the dustpan and putting it outside was ick for me. I fucking hate bugs and I suspect God was having a shit day when he made them.
So here I am, me…
I’m now not just in a relationship, I’m engaged to Mr. Wonderful. It’s not perfect, there were a lot of bumps in the road that first 6 months, and I know there will be lots more, but I love him to pieces, he is the right one for me and is my best friend and biggest BOCL supporter (next to a special friend of mine named Linda who listened to me when I told her I wanted to start BOCL, believed in me and got excited with me)
I’m going to be a step-monster to 4 daughters. Scary, huh? Mr. Wonderful and their Mom had been separated for a few years when she passed away in 2011 but they still took trips as a family and did things together, it wasn’t anything like Mr. Piece of shit and I…You know, Mr. Piece of shit…Aka shitbag, ass wipe, dickwad, fuck face, fucktard, dickless wonder, hopeless loser, schmuck, asshole, prick, dipshit, sperm donor, loser, waste of space, douche, hemorrhoid… you know… the ex husband.
I’m kindof in a weird place here. I don’t think I’ll ever feel comfortable saying “Stepmom” around them; it kinda seems disrespectful to their Mom, since she was their mom. I always wanted lots of kids of my own but only got the boy and girl spawn. There are times with Mr. Wonderful’s girls that I want to hug and squeeze on em, because I’m a touchy feely kinda person, I’m a mom and I want to mother them because I feel bad that they don’t have their mom, but I don’t want to make them uncomfortable ya know what I mean? I have already said things that were misconstrued or misunderstood and I have offended them and felt like shit. I do tend to have a bigass mouth that runs a lot, not than anyone ever noticed. This shit is hard.
I’m going to be a step grandma to a 3 year old and another baby comin in the next week or so. I hate sayin “step grandma”, it sounds kinda snotty, but I’m not sure if the daughter with the kids wants them to call me anything other than my name and I am not gonna presume anything here and refer to myself as granny, nana, mimi, mammah, noni or anything else.
I get to plan a wedding and I’m kinda excited but nervous as hell about his daughters and I worry that this will be hard for them and for boy spawn. Girl spawn loves him and is excited so that’s 1 thing I don’t have to worry about.
So here is bitter old cat lady…
After I typed that post on Facebook about Mr. Wonderful, I thought “Wow, people laughed, maybe I should write a blog like a friend of mine said”
First she needed a face though…
After some sketches and conversations with a really cool girl who understood what I wanted for a logo, and what BOCL should look like (kinda like me only much better looking) Then I hired a designer and after weeks of revisions, Voila! BOCL had a face and logo.
On Facebook (Almost 13,000 likes from 39 countries and counting) Twitter. Google. Instagram. Pinterest.
If you google bitter old cat lady it pops up as the 1st thing you will see, which is some seriously cool shit.
I own bitteroldcatlady.com, .net, .org, .info.
I have a P.O Box.
I have a DBA/FBN (that means “doing business as” and “fictitious business name”) LA DEE DAA, sounds so fancy, huh?
I have an EIN (that’s an employer identification number)
I am trademarked now (thank you to my TM examiner who actually liked my Facebook page and was wonderful to me and helped me figure out what the hell I needed so I would not have to spend more money and hire a trademark attorney.
And of course now, this website which has truly been a labor of love.
Mr. Wonderful had some great cups made for me to celebrate hitting 10,000 likes on Facebook and recently had more made for me so I can sell em eventually. He even had a couple of mouse pads made to make me smile.
Ok….now comes the fun part….I need to focus my shit and start trying to find advertising for this website. I have a lovely list so far of different national companies that I will hit up by letter and start begging.
So what’s stopping me from moving forward?
At first it was because of issues with the website, which have been taken care of.
But now…I admit it…
Bitter old cat lady has come this far and now…I’m a little nervous…
Need to dig deep for my balls and not be discouraged, but I admit it…I don’t want BOCL to fail, I want it to grow and I have a shitload of ideas..
Wish me luck on finding my balls again and not procrastinating any longer