Friday, July 30, 2010
My Friday Confessions is two-fold. First of all, I confess that the button above will link you to the blog of a very, very dear friend of mine that I have "known" for 10+ years, probably longer but we can't remember. She just had a sweet little baby girl. Check it out - she's artsy, craftsy, and she's a bombass photographer. And send kisses to sweet baby J, too.
Second of all, I HATE liking things other than wall posts and photos on Facebook. (Yes I included a link in case you have been living under a log for the last 7 years). This whole new revamped Facebook where I have to follow my interests is complete CRAP as far as I'm concerned. So I like Taylor Swift. What of it? But do I really want to see her newsfeed updates and that she has 14,449 12 year olds comment on her status? Uh, no.
Facebook, if we could just revert back to 2005 when you hit your prime, that'd be great. In the meantime friends, for the love of all things good (and your ability to FB stalk me), please people STOP sending me requests to "like" your whatever. I'm not going to do it. Seriously. It's because of this feature that I have considered de-activating my facebook and also why I have made it virtually impossible to find me via that particular social networking site. So THERE, I sure showed you Facebook.
But really... it's FB-1, KT-0.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Jason: im farting at my desk
Sent at 1:13 PM on Thursday
Thank you for that vital piece of information while I sit at my desk in ATL and you are at yours in NYC. This makes me infinitely happier that I no longer work with you, however unnecessary the sharing of this information was.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to stuffing my face with peanut butter m&m's and photoshopping myself and my friends into pictures with celebrities. I'll be sure to post some of my work as I finish it.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
So then I had to go find another hobby, and hobby find I did. It's an addictive one. One that is relatively inexpensive and very useful. I discovered my new hobby this weekend, and I can't tell you exactly what it is right now because I don't have appropriate photo documentation of the outcome of my hobby, but once I take some pictures, I'll show you and share my new hobby with the world. The image to the right is a little sneak peek... can you guess what my new hobby is?! If you follow me on twitter, you probably already know!
What are some of your hobbies? I'd consider mine to be reading, watching TV, cooking the same recipes over and over again, couponing, organizing, tweeting, and my new top secret hobby. Do you have "normal" hobbies or are yours a little more original? Are they time consuming, or quick fixes for when you have a few spare hours? I'm so fascinated by what other people find fun, interesting, and pleasurable!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Please note how many books I am in the 1st position for. I'd also like to note that I have 1 overdue book at home that I haven't finished, and 3 more sitting on my counter to be read. All of these books were recommended to me, either by one of the aforementioned chicas, or on other blogs that I read. I need to get busy, methinks.
So in case you were wanting to read something new, or maybe just needed a push in the direction of the library... you can do it all from the comfort of your bed in your pajamas at 11am on a Saturday. Or, I mean, you could get up and be functional, but where's the fun in that?
Happy Saturday and Happy Day-That-My-Baby-Sister-Comes-Home! I can't wait to see her little face and boss her around. It's going to be awesome.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
i'd like to preface this by saying that i love the dentist. i have always loved the dentist. i especially love MY dentist (and dental hygienist). i love them because the dentist's office is one of my earliest memories, because one night my sister busted her face in an attempt to be just like me. i know, i'm really great, but i think she would say that attempting to do a 5 year old's cartwheel at age 2 was probably not worth the excessive years of braces and orthodontist appointments. she cartwheeled into my parents jacuzzi tub and landed us in the dentist's office at 7pm on a saturday night. sorry lauren, i'll treat you to some popcorn now that you can finally eat it! but since her little accident 18 years ago, we've been like celebrities at the dentist's office!!!
today i went to the dentist for the first time in 2 years (after going every 6 months for my entire life). i didn't go to the dentist for 2 years mainly because i didn't have dental insurance. well, solely because i didn't have dental insurance. this was my first bad decision. my second bad decision was made 15 years ago when i informed my dentist and hygienist that i would never floss my teeth because i hated it. they have never forgotten that moment, and today they were very happy to say "i told you so" when they pronounced that i had to return not once, not twice, BUT THREE FREAKING TIMES to have more work done (read: cavities fixed).
i am not happy. my mouth hurts, my teeth hurt, my gums hurt, and now i have to go back for more? are they nuts?! i did point out to my hygienist, however, that they actually should have expected it, because i have missed 4 appointments (1 every 6 months for 2 years... you do the math), and i have not had a single dentist appointment that i can remember where i haven't had to come back for something. the combination of floss refusal and "deep pits" (thanks for the genes mom) means fillings and cavities. mainly more fillings than cavities, but not this time my friends.
so my PSA for today is FLOSS YOUR TEETH OR YOU'LL END UP LIKE ME, HAVING TO GO BACK TO THE DENTIST 4 TIMES.
and to scott my hygienist and dr. isler my dentist... thanks a whole freaking lot. i am loyal and faithful to you for 20-some-odd years and this is how you treat me? hmph. and i didn't even get to pick 2 toys out of the treasure chest today!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Then you may wonder: For how long?
Because she likes bratwurst, castles, and speaking German. Not beer. She hates beer. Don't you Lauren?? Who knows, maybe she'll come home loving beer. She'd have one very happy older sister, who might throw an "I told you so" at her, because beer=heaven. Well, Bud Light = Heaven.
And if you are still wondering anything, it is probably: Why am I glad she is returning?
I don't have to babysit her car anymore. My parents won't spend all the time I'm with them BBM'ing her. She'll resume her position of irresponsible child (she's been hard to keep tabs on while 6 time zones away). I'll have someone to go out to eat with to all the crappy restaurants we really like to go to. I'll have family within driving distance in case like... I get in a car accident and can't fend for myself. I mean there is nothing saying she won't tell them to go ahead and pull the plug, but at least someone will be there for me that is of blood relation. Plus, I mean... she's my little sister. I gotta watch out for her and take care of her and when she's 6 time zones away it makes it really hard for me to tell her what to do and how to do it and stuff. Even if it does make me want to slit my wrists when she calls me sissy.
She'll be here on Saturday, my daddy will be here on Wednesday... this is shaping up to be quite the week. Welcome home little family of mine! I am glad that for the first time since May we will all be on the same continent, and 3/4 will be in the same state. We'll talk about this whole move to Florida/my life in a storage unit another day. I don't have any issues with it or anything.
Friday, July 16, 2010
We have 1 in our group who is a vegetarian, and no matter how many times we call in advance and proclaim we have a vegetarian, Chef Rob never seems to know until the minute we walk in the door. That means we get a lot of special attention. There are always discussions over who has the best seat, both for viewing, smelling, and wine-tasting privileges. That's still debatable. There's a lot more I could say about our fascination with Chef Rob, but for fear of my own blogging humiliation, I'll leave it at that. Plus, just in case anyone sees this before I show up tonight (or to next week's tasting), I'd rather not set myself up for looking like a tomato all through my meal. Embarrassment does not become me, at all.
So I am SO SO SO excited to go to another wine tasting tonight. The last one was beyond impressive, and I'm sure tonight between the company, the food, the wine, and the ridiculously attractive chef, I will be a happy camper.
So, today, I confess that as much as I love wine, I might love the chef even more. And I am so looking forward to this evening's wine festivities and the ones that will follow the wine. I'm skeptical about the bar-crowd that will be at Ormsby's tonight, but I'll be in good company so I'm sure it will be fun!
And a quick note - if you are an ATL peep and don't read The Q+DD, you should. They are great!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
That is why it kills me to give up on a book in the middle of it because I'm not interested. I can usually power through and finish it. But this book, The Poisonwood Bible, is killing me. It's long. It's drawn out. It's repetitive. It's not all that entertaining. And I'm bored, and I have 3 other books sitting on my counter that I KNOW will be far more interesting (and much quicker reads). I love to read. I love books. I have a million on my bookshelves. My mom has a million more in Florida that once belonged to me. There are a million more in storage. That's a whopping 3 million books, for those of you who aren't math pros. So why is this 1 measly book giving me so much trouble? It's maddening, I tell you.
Have you ever quit a book mid-read? Did you feel like a horrible person? I am racked with guilt over this, obviously, and the chances that I quit reading it are slim to none because I'm competitive. And if someone else can finish it, then damnit I can too. But I don't want to. And I might skip a few pages, and skim a few more. But it's my book, so I can do that.
Plus it's so boring that I doubt I'll miss anything too exciting.
Friday, July 2, 2010
I have an American flag bathing suit, American flag tattoos, a USA headband, a tank top, and shorts. Plus about a million tshirts from Old Navy over the years. Suffice to say, I am fully prepared for this year's 4th of July celebration and I can't wait! Even though I have a full 72 hours to wait, I am mentally thinking "fireworks, fireworks, fireworks!"
Happy 4th of July, everyone!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
1. I am no longer allowing myself to ask "hey did you get my email?" I am notorious for this. I just want an immediate response.. instant gratification, if you will, and it's my way of forcing it, but there is apparently nothing more annoying to my coworkers. One in particular, when I just asked him that question, said "No katie. I got all the other 900 emails you have sent me, but that one that you really want to know if i got it, nope, never received it, don't know what you are talking about." I hung my head in shame and walked back to my cube and have been clicking send/receive in Outlook in anticipation of his repsonse. Knowing him, it probably won't come until next Tuesday, just to piss me off.
2. Most weeks, I come in with goodies. Cinnamon rolls, cookies, cupcakes, muffins, leftover birthday cake, and God only knows what else I have brought. This week has been extra fun because I had two cookie mixes I wanted to use up. I've now been banished from bringing in desserts for the rest of the month. Good thing July just started, suckers.
3. Every office has that dude who just talks SO LOUD all the time. Thank God it's not me, but it was a close call. For a while I was spending a lot of time on Skype, talking to a counterpart in England. I totally picked up the American-speaking-to-a-foreigner accent where you talk louder and dumber in your same language, because surely the louder you speak the better they will understand you, and clearly they have to be able to hear me across the Atlantic Ocean. Yeah, that was around the same time I won the Employee of the Month Award for No longer talking on Skype. I've been restricted to domestic calls only. Let me tell you how disappointed I am about that...!
4. Office supply stealing. It's like an art around here. I have two staplers (shh, don't tell) because my boss is constantly stealing mine. I keep the 2nd one hidden. The Big Bossman is out of the country, and last night I crept into his office and stole back my tape dispenser and grabbed a calculator for good measure. I'll need it eventually, and office supplies are like gold. "Katie, will you do that report?" "Yeah sure, when you give back my ruler!" And as I typed that sentence, he called from China to ask me about his calculator. JK, he didn't ask about his calculator, but he did call from China! He reads minds.
Most lists have 5 things, so I'm going to end there with a measly four. Anybody else have any quirky office habits or things that happen on a regular basis to share? I surely can't be alone in my office-supply-stealing-endeavors!