So I have two major things to report in this post (yes, this is the second post of the day, sorry)
First--I have met a major life goal! I have 20 followers to this blog! Ok, ok, so maybe that doesn't qualify as a major life goal, but I'm still pretty stoked about it. So thanks, Amber. And if you've been following me forever, I'm sorry. Ha ha! Just kidding. All you who have stuck it out with me are the best! I've really enjoyed getting to know you through your blogs and getting your encouragement, luuuuv, and generally good feelings on what would otherwise be my sad-sack diary (written on paper, no less. gasp!). I'm glad for all you who have read my heart, stuck in my corner through the craptacular days, and patted me on the back in the rockin' awesome ones! You're the bomb-diggity (that's what my mom says, along with "whatev" lol).
Second--I started a sister blog to this one. It's called rooftop harmonies and it will contain only poetry. I really have to give Ebony the credit for inspiring this one, even though I'm sure she didn't know it. I have loved to write poetry for years and I have notebooks full of it, but I haven't posted much in this blog and I've kind of laid off on the poems. But when I saw Ebony's kid poetry site, it reminded me how much I love to write poems. Hence the new blog. Go check it out at www.rooftopharmonies.blogspot.com And no, Ebony did not ask me to promote her new site. I just thought it rocked, so there!
Shhh... I'm on lunch break and I'm trying to hurry up and relax. I'm so ready for winter to be over so I can leave the plant on my lunch breaks again. When it's this cold, I don't even venture outside, if I don't have to. I can't wait to spend my breaks in the beautiful, sunny park again. That was the life!
So yesterday I learned something I had not heretofore known about one of my followers. D'Mama is actually my mama! I always wondered why I was the only blog she followed... Well, there is a good reason for that! She's my mom and I never knew. (Wait, that sounds scandalous, like a soap opera. Anyway, you know what I meant.) And when I read her insightful comments on my posts, almost as if she knew me, it was because she did know me, does know me. Gosh, I felt like a doofus when she told me that was her user name. hahaha
Well, I really don't have anything interesting to say right now. Don't you hate it when you have a blog post running through your head all day and then when you go to type it out, it just disappears! That is exactly what has been happening to me lately. So if you notice that my posts lack a certain amount of their normal "flavor" it's because of my forgetfulness. Once again, I blame all of this on winter. I may have something great running through my mind, but as soon as I step outside, all I can think about is getting warm. Then by the time I am back to the comforts of my dear apartment, I have forgotten my splendid idea. Am I crazy, or does this happen to everybody?
Since I really have nothing further to say, I think I'll just rest my head on the desk and try to get a moment of snooze.
The season has ended for our dear Vikings. I watched every agonizing moment of the game and the verdict is in. Sudden death overtime did not help the Vikes as the Saints scored the final points needed to win the championship game with a field goal.
I now know there's a reason why I never watch football. I can't handle the intensity. It's too much for me. I was throwing pillows at the TV, screaming, rolling around on the floor in agony... I know. If you think that's bad, you should see me at a live volley-ball game. Of course, there I am obligated to control myself.
Well, I've had enough of this already. Time for bed. Good job, Vikings. Good job, Favre (even though the stupid Saints were unnecessarily brutal to you). I'm hanging up my purple and gold... until next year.
In honor of the Viking's game today, I'm going to do this post in yellow lettering. Purple is officially cooler, but it wouldn't really show up against my background, so yellow it is! GO VIKES!
Having said that, I will now move on to the actual subject of this post.
Has it ever just struck you how much you truly have and the stark contrast between the living conditions of the western world and the rest of the world? It happens to me all the time. Take today, for instance. I went to Perkins with Italian Roomy. We both got big ol' sandwiches with a heaping side of fries. I finished my sandwich, but I was too full to eat all of the fries. There's no reason to force feed myself, so I just threw the rest away. And that's when it hit me. I have so much that I throw perfectly good things away.
Anyway, it's something that comes to my mind a lot. I have experienced American "poverty." But in comparison with the rest of the world, our poverty is so rich. Don't get me wrong, I'm not belittling people's situations. There are a lot of Americans who are genuinely struggling. But our struggles rarely include painful hunger or lack of basic necessities. I guess it's this whole disaster that's happening in Haiti that's bringing it back into my mind. There are two million people who have lost everything. It's hard to imagine.
What do you love about your life? What is your biggest material blessing? What is your smallest?
So here's another story of a jerk who hit on me at work. I was having a kind of loser day and so when Mr. Jerk Face came in and hit on me again after I told him no, I let him have it.
See, last time he hit on me, he asked if he could take me out some time. I reminded him that he was married, but he told me he used to be married. I actually didn't believe him, but I just threw him my standard answer of, "I don't go out with people who work here."
So come to find out he is married and his wife is my friends' cousin. But I thought that would be the end of him.
I thought wrong. He came in to the office the other day and asked me if I had though about what he said. I scoffed back, "No." I couldn't believe he had the guts to still make advances toward me. But I couldn't just leave it at that, "You are married. And your wife is my friends' cousin." I named my friends. "And I still won't date people from work. So was there anything else you needed?"
You know, after that I wouldn't come back, but he's a moron, so I'm sure I'll see him again. Maybe these things happen to girls all the time and I'm making a big deal of it. There are jerks everywhere, but I think I need to get out of this job. I'm starting to despise people, and that's never a good place to be. Anybody have any leads or connections for a new job? Especially you, Alix, in sunny, warm, beautiful Florida. No pressure, or anything, though.
I woke up yesterday morning ready to go to my dentist appointment where I would get 3 fillings in an appointment that would take 1 1/2 hours. Not only that, but I woke up with a quite swollen right eyelid. Apparently I have a stye. I hate that word. It sounds so gross. Now today the eye is even more swollen and I can't wear makeup and the dentist scratched my face and pinched my lip yesterday, so I am a mess! Also, I ended up staying in the town where my work is last night because the roads are all icy. It's been freezing raining all day and I might get stuck here again. Staying with friends is nice, but it's not like home, where you can get up nice and easy, do your hair and makeup, etc. Nope. This morning I barely blow-dried my hair and I wore my glasses, not to mention my complete lack of makeup at the start of the day. Then when I got to work, I got in big trouble with my bosses. I can't elaborate, but it's not good.
So, succinctly, I feel and look like crap.
This brings me back to the dentist's chair yesterday. I love that laughing gas they give you to help with the anxiety and uncomfortable drilling and shots. I love how, with just one big breath, I no longer care that it hurts. Everything is still there, I still feel all that is happening, I just don't care. I wish I had laughing gas for my whole life. That way when things started to hurt, I could just take a whiff off the ol' laughing gas and feel all better. Everything in my surroundings would just become an echo, a distant mumble.
But I know the truth. Life doesn't work that way. In order to love and grow, you have to feel the pain. You have to work through the bad days and enjoy the good ones. Laughing gas may make life painless, but it also makes it joyless. No, I can't give in to the easy way out. I'll experience the sadness, love the happiness, and take each day one step at a time.
Two pairs of socks. Furry slippers. Sweats. Hoodie.
I'm definitely back in Minnesota. Man, a whole beautiful week in Puerto Rico now seems like a dream. It's funny how vacation can seem like a brief pause in reality. I wish I could go back to--
Sandals. Capri pants. Tank tops. Sun glasses. Bare feet!
I love warm weather. I really do. And something weird has been happening lately. People, even perfect strangers, tell me that I could go anywhere; do anything. Sometimes I feel like it's a sign. It's time to move on. I have a (semi)plan for that, too, though. I can't divulge this though, yet. But stay tuned. As the picture becomes clearer, I'll let you know. :D
For now I'll bundle up under my 10 fuzzy blankets and see what happens.
Unfortunately it's 2:15 am in Puerto Rico and I don't have anything especially profound to say for my 100th. I'm kind of sad about this. I'm definitely going to make up for it, though, at my 1 year anniversary, which will be in May, I think.
Well, it is way, way past my bedtime and I'm ready to be in dream land. Thanks for being with me through 100 posts, whether you've been there from day one, or you're just stopping by for the first time today.
Hola, from sunny rainy Puerto Rico! The temperature here is beautiful! My friend's baby is beautiful (that's an actual picture I took of her cute little feet); she herself is beautiful. I can't really say her husband is beautiful. It just sounds awkward and wrong. He's cool, though! :D
Well, I'm sorry now that my countdown to 100 was supposed to be milestones. I chose an awful time to supposedly write about milestones, because I haven't really written about any. And, actually, by "milestone" I just really meant "memory that sticks out in my mind." Now I don't even want to write about that for my 99th post. I just want to write about Puerto Rico!
So it rained today and yesterday, but I don't really care, because it's enough to just have the windows open and to wear sandals. I only hope that there will be time to go to the beach and get, at least, a little sun. I can't go back to Minnesota completely white, like I am now.
So this is completely off the subject, but it's in my mind right now, so I want to write about it. I have this friend who always seems to be one step behind me in every bad decision that I make. If I date a schmuck one year, she dates one the next. If I let my faith go cold and make bad decisions (aka getting drunk, hanging out in questionable places with questionable people), she
later does the same. It's not that she is following my example. She lives half-way around the world. But she does always seem to make the same bad choices. I wish I could save her from all the pain I experienced as a result of my bad decisions. I don't want her to spend a year picking up all the pieces like I have. I don't want her to live under constant guilt of decisions past. I don't want her to fight temptations she never had before.
But what can I do? Really, apart from telling her not to do what I've done, there's nothing I can do. She has to make that choice on her own. She has to decide what she wants for her own life and follow that path.
Before I dated (and loved) a guy who didn't share my faith, morals, or even treat me well, I didn't know what I really wanted in a man. Before I got drunk, I never knew how awful it was to wake up with a hangover. Before I gave myself away, I never knew what pain it was to be cheated on or used. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know what I didn't want.
What I'm trying to say is that maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Granted, it would have been better to just follow the guidebook (yes, reference to the Bible) and not make the mistake in the first place. But now I really know. I am a stronger person for failing and hurting and breaking. I made the choices that shattered my heart, but God is the one who put the pieces back together afterward. So while I can't say that I'm not better off now, I can say that I would recommend not doing what I did (do, will do). Ugh. That's the problem with being human. You will always make mistakes.
So what do I do about my friend? She knows what is right and wrong. And besides, how am I supposed to tell her something about things that I have done myself? I know I will continue to make mistakes in my future, and I do even now. I'm not perfect, for goodness sake!
Well, post #99 did cover some milestones--aka memories that stand out in my mind. Anyway, Puerto Rico is great and I never want to leave! I love you readers! Leave me a comment with your advice about my friend.
No, for realsies! I'm leavin'... you know, like, on a jet plane. I wish I could say that I won't be back again, but that's just not true. I am, however, going on vacation, starting tomorrow morning. :D And my wonderful location of destination?
Drumroll please... DUM DA DUM!!!
Yeah, so I am pretty much really excited. So much for my milestone posts, though. Although, Puerto Rico is a milestone, kind of. I made my first trip there 2 years ago for my friend, Boricua's wedding. Now I'm going to see the baby and I can't wait! These are both milestones in her life. And that's good enough for me.
So, what should I bring ya? So far I have had requests for a Harley Davidson tee shirt, a shot glass, and a sun tanned girl. Yes, you heard that last one right. But that's just what I would expect from Hombre C.
***sidenote--I have all my mens listed in my phone under "Hombre" and then the first letter of their name. Hee hee hee... I couldn't really think of a better way to do it, and besides, then they are all right next to each other and oh so easy to find. Besides, it kinda makes me feel mysterious. Is that weird? I couldn't figure out if that was weird or not... Some people give me weird looks when they see my number directory.-- end of sidenote***
Maybe I should have a give-away. Your odds would be good seeing as only Mae Rae, Alix, and sometimes Raine ever read my blog. Just kidding. I know I have more readers (luv you Mom!) READERS, I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE AND I LOVE YOU, TOO! (So that ended up sounding slightly more stalkerish/creepy than I intended it to.)
Anyway, I will be sure to post pics of my lovely destination. I can't wait to finally get out of Minnesota. This is the worst time of year in the mid-west. On Tuesday I woke up to -22 degrees! I am so ready to sit my flabby, pastey, white Irish booty down on the beach and reflect some rays of sun! I really need some r&r after today anyway. It was SOOO long, and I had to do 4 terminations and try to translate, edit and configure as much of the newsletter as I could plus do everything else that I needed to do. Then just when I thought I was home free, I couldn't find my keys. So I trudged back up the 50 stairs and searched the office, but still couldn't find them. Then I figured they must be in my car, which they were, locked inside, of course. Then I proceeded to wait 1 hour and 20 minutes until the tow truck came and unlocked me. At least I have AAA! (that's my second plug for them! Go Triple A!!!) Now I'm finally home and I should be packing and getting everything ready, but instead I am wrapped in a blanket, lost in a facebooky/bloggy world of my own creation. And b.t.dubs, I wrote on Mr. Maybe's wall yesterday, but he doesn't seem to fb much, so he hasn't responded :(
So I'ma get off my seat and do something now. I'll see ya next time from (hopefully) sunny Puerto Rico!
I have a million bloggy ideas running through my head right now, but I can only post one at a time. So here goes. Ten things you didn't know (and may be shocked to find out) about me:
1. I have a tattoo. ;-D 2. I have asthma. 3. I have never dated a man who is not Latino. 4. My belly-button is pierced. 5. I have gotten 3 speeding tickets. (Two in the last 6 months... I am not invincible... GRRRR) 6. I was a golden gloves boxer for three years. 7. I have had a nose job. (Directly relates to number 6 ;) 8. I played the piano and violin (neither of them well). 9. I have a Bachelor of Science degree in the Bible--minored in Counseling and Spanish. (Don't ask me how you get a job with that. I was too busy being idealistic when I chose my field of study :D Oh well, live and learn!) 10. I lived in Peru for a year. (You might have known that, but I'm running out of interesting things you didn't know about me. lol)
Got Q's? I'll A! COMMENT! :D
Oh, and as long as I'm making lists, I may as well make this a two-fer... Here's my New Year's Resolutions in no particular order:
1. Be less complainey/whiney. If I'm sick of hearing myself whine, I'm sure everybody else is. 2. Be on time to work. I like to say my start time is 9ish and that I never come a minute past 9:13. hee hee hee, funny... BUT how hard is it to get to work by nine??? That is so stinkin' late in the morning! Can I not even get my lazy booty out of bed to arrive bright eyed and bushy tailed at 9:00 am? Oh, and this going 70 in a 55 in an effort to make up for my sluggish preparation thing is unsafe and getting really expensive. 3. Do something with my life. Ha... hahahaha... 4. Get in shape. Need I say more? I'm getting flabby... My navel piercing is being swallowed by cellulite. NOT PRETTY! I have a baby bump and I'M NOT EVEN PREGGERS!!! The buck stops here! I'm turning this flab to ab :-D 5. Stop talking like a sailor. I hate swearing. Really I do. It sounds like ignorance to me. Having said that, curse words are, for the first time in my life, becoming a part of my vocabulary. Even worse, I have picked up numerous colorful words in Spanish AND they are guilt-free since Spanish is my second language. Unfortunately, to people whose first language is Spanish, I sound like... well, not somebody I want to sound like.
Thought for the year: "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer."
Well, I know this doesn't have to do, necessarily, with my countdown to 100 posts. But it's happening right now, so what makes it part of my countdown. And, you know, it could become a milestone. Oh, and it's a bummer that I keep missing Tuesdays. Well, not literally missing them, but you know... I keep forgetting about them. Sorry sticky notes... Sorry friends who liked my stikies.
Well, you all remember Mr. Maybe. I had actually given up hope on him, when he went to my friend's Cookie Baking Extravaganza. I wasn't able to go because I had to work that day, sadly. Also I didn't even think he was going to be there. Anyway, my friend's hubby told me, "You should've come to bake cookies. Mr. Maybe was here."
To which I responded, "I'm sorry. I would have loved to have come, but I had to work. Besides, Mr. Maybe is not interested. He has never called."
Then he replied, "Oh yes he does. Every other thing he said was about you. He was actually mad at my wife for not introducing you two sooner."
So now I don't know what to think. He texted me on Christmas Eve. I texted him on New Years, but I didn't think he responded. So I facebooked him and he said that he had in fact replied to my texts. Sigh. Sometimes my phone doesn't work. So I felt like a loser. I facebooked him back, but he hasn't replied yet. Ugh... I don't know about all this. My roomies tell me that I should just let him know that I'm interested in him. But I'm scared because... well, I'm just scared.
What are your opinions dear bloggy friends? Oh, and I should mention that he just moved back to Miami to finish school. he'll be back to Minnesota for the summer, though (and I wouldn't mind relocating. As a matter of fact, I've been looking for any reason to leave this frozen wasteland since I was 7.) Your advices please!
Usually I don't drink, but I'm not going to lie. I'm a little bit tipsy right now. It's New Years, I was at a party (it was a calm one, don't worry), there was alcohol... so I had some. But I'm not actually drunk. Although you will reap the benefits. ...probably. I tend to be hilarious when I'm buzzed, but this could be a dud.
Anyway, since I need to write about milestones in these posts, and since it's New Years and I'm tipsy, I think I should write about the last time I went to a party and had some beverages.
It was Halloween 2008. I was a Pink Lady from Grease, Frenchie to be exact. I had a pink wig on, 3 inch spike heels, and leggings. I'm not going to lie. I was quite popular at work that day. Anyway, I went to a party after work. But let me warn you, party punches should be tried with caution. Seriously, I'm not a big drinker. I've been drunk a few times, but I wasn't impressed. There are a lot of reasons that I think it's not a good idea to get drunk, but maybe those will be the subject of another post.
Anyway, not having drank very often and not knowing much about party punches, I poured myself plenty (for my alcohol tolerance level. I'm what some people would call a lightweight, others would say cheap date. I try to stay away from them.) I drank the punch, I had some more, I drank another bottle of something. Yeah, I was feeling it. Nobody knows it, but at one time I actually took a break from the karoke machine to go to the bathroom. Once there I flopped onto the ground and rolled around laughing for about 5 minutes, if not more. Yeah, I think I had a little too much to drink.
Also, at one time that night, I was sitting next to some guy on the couch making pleasant conversation. I was trying to hold it together, but feeling pretty loopy. We started talking about our places of work. I told him where I am an administrative assistant and he let me know that he worked at Sam's Club (kind of like Costco for those who don't live in the midwest). When he heard where I worked, he told me that Sam's had done a membership drive at my company and that he was the head of it... or something like that. I'm pretty sure he also offered me a job, if I was ever thinking about moving. The funny part is--Sam's Club is running another membership drive on Wednesday. I'm going to try to avoid the rep. I'm afraid it will be the man I spoke to 2 Halloweens ago. I'm really not sure what I said to him, so yeah...
Anyway, this post is not up to my usual level of... er... ummmm... I don't know. Like I said, I'm a lil bit tipsy (of course, hiccuping while I'm rinsing with mouthwash is enough to make me tipsy) so this post really needs to end. Please excuse any spelling or gramatical errors. And...
That's right. She's kind of artsy-fartsy and she's all about "expressing her feelings" but she's really cool. Go check her out at rooftop harmonies!
Who am I?
My name is Katie. I have 28 teeth, including my wisdom teeth, which really haven't lived up to their name as of yet. I can't throw away any fortunes from fortune cookies. I don't know what to do with my life. I like coffee. I have 2 brothers and I am the middle child. I like to write, take pictures, watch TV, shop, and hang with my friends. I have the best family in the world, and if not in the world, then at least in the midwest US. I feel everything in my life very deeply and I'm kind of artsy-fartsy, maybe a little overreactive, if that's a word. I am very expressive, especially when I talk. I am a Christian, born-again, believer, evangelical, or whatever you want to call it. I am NOT perfect, just learning, mostly the hard way! God is good. If you want to know any more, just ask me!