Get outta town!

Hehe. Hehe. I had a nice little giggle this morn.
Why? Well I went through my normal routine. Check my uww email, check yahoo, go on facebook, check a website and then the brewers website. And hehe. hehe. On the Brewers one I saw an article that made me giggle. Why? Well! You know my favorite player? Sure you do, he is going to be in the Milwaukee Ballet's performance of the Nutty Nutcracker! I MUST SEE THIS SHOW! (but won't of course) You could always take a looksee (see, now that I have figured out this whole hyperlink thing, watch out!) I find it so damn hilarious! Ohhh. They better put up pictures or something so I can giggle some more. Hehe. Hehe.

Alright. Enough with that. I have to finish my packing and cleaning and getting ready to leave for a month. And with that may come limited or no blogging. Not a huge fan of doing it at home. We'll see though.
Damn I need coffee. Didn't have any yesterday and ended up with a caffeine deprivation headache (or it could've been the beer that I had to finish! Mighta had one before a class...who knows? Well, I do. ) I don't want another headache today so I must scrounge up something chocked full of caffeine!

What next?!

First Jamie Lynn Spears is knocked up (totally forgot to say that down there!) and well way to go.

Now they are taking my light bulbs away from me?! Seriously!

Alright can't lie. Not really upset about the light bulbs (and jamie lynn? not at all. I find it a shame, yet a little funny)
I'm all for saving energy. It's just. The light bulb! Does this mean in the future when a cartoon gets an idea, it's going to be one of the spiral light bulbs that appear over his head? That just is weak.

Oh and not to mention that I'm still a little peeved about Pluto no longer being a planet.

That is all I have.

(HOLY CRAP! I finally, finally, finally figured out how to hyperlink stuff! Yippie! Why it took me so long, I don't know. Haha! I am on to you now blogger!)

Get your ugly on

Good news. My new ugly Christmas outfit is complete! A little pimping and crimping here and there and I will be set to uglify. I like it. Fairly nasty. Can't say what it looks like though. That stays under wraps until Saturday when the ugly comes out in masses. Is it as good as last years? Well, it is..different. How? Puh. Can't say. Last year I looked like a prairie woman. Though I never ever saw Laura Ingalls wear such colors. This is what I have to top to keep my title.

Pretty hard stuff to do, I do ugly so well. (have been for years! Oh! And there goes the self esteem! I kid, I kid) We'll see. I braved Good Will all by lonesome, something I don't like to do because the people there can be really creepy and well, I'm a pansy ass.

Mooooooooooooving on. Um. Hmm.

I need to say no to Good Eats. Last night I was watching and he was making pudding (least I think that was last night. I may or may not have watched a few episodes on youtube....you would too if you've got nothing to do yet have to stay here!) and now I want pudding. Damn you! Damn you Alton Brown! You and your cooking that makes me think I can do it! Ooooh just wait until I'm home! I'll give my mother a heart attack when she walks in and finds the kitchen a mess because I have the urge to cook! I'll hold the whisk ever so innocently as it drips on the floor, a pot boiling over on the stove, and say in a timid voice say,"Don't blame me mother, blame the man on the TV that makes me want to cook!" Fact: I do get in some form of trouble whenever I cook. Fact: I can't even properly make cookies. I've come to the conclusion that baking isn't for me. That is something that can be fucked up really easy. So I put in baking powder instead of baking soda, the same right? um no. Cooking you get to sort of throw stuff all together and it doesn't have as great of potential for catastrophe.

Good news! Totally scrambled some eggs last night that were delicious. Though I didn't have any cheese so they weren't as good as they could've been. They weren't rubbery or watery at all. If they look done in the pan, then they will be over done by the time they hit the plate. (learned that one from Good Eats) If you start them on low heat and once they start to get curds and bump it up to higher heat and fold the eggs they will be nice and fluffy. (also learned that from Good Eats. Tis my favorite cooking show!)

Ok. I have effectively wasted my time. Just as I had planned.

Peace!

Feast fit for a king

Hello Chicks 'n' Dicks! (How un-PC of me)
How's it hanging? (does anyone else think of Liar Liar when someone says that? I do) I'm in a fairly good mood. Why? Well first on the list, done for the semester tomorrow night. Hellz yes. Second, Santa will be here in a week. I feel like I cat, I want to get scratching away at the presents. And third, one of my professors really liked the topic of a paper I wrote, emailed me to say it has great potential and I should consider doing an undergraduate research project. I think that's kind of cool. I'd get to do research, get a grant and spend the university's money. Pretty kick ass. And the sad thing is, I like doing research. I don't know why but I do. So that gave the ol' self-esteem a kick in the ass.

Anyway. Lauren and I made a fantastic meal last night. Damn Food Network, makes me want to cook. We had grilled chicken breasts on a bed of vermicelli pasta with a butter and herb sauce. As sides we had fried red peppers, steamed cauliflower and broccoli. As dessert, we baked a confetti cake.

Needless to say, yum!

Now I've got a shit ton of broccoli and cauliflower to eat along with cake. And some eggs. It's alright. I got three more meals at least to eat here.

Ok well I need to go return my books and try to make a few bucks off of the ones I had to buy.

Catch you later peeps.

Watch out Martha!

Watch your back Martha Stewart I am so on to you!

I totally pulled a Martha today when it came to cleaning my keyboard. How? I made quite the effective cleaning device with what was laying around. Such a Martha thing.

Cleaning my keyboard? Yes, a strange thing to do. And you might be thinking "well they make those fancy can's of air for that exact reason, sparky." I know this. I don't own canned air. And I like my method better. I need to get some form of satisfaction out of cleaning and blowing all the grime out with air would not provide me the odd joy of pulling a dusty bunny the size of my pinkie nail laced with strands of my hair and food particles from the keyboard. Gross sounding yes. You're just lucky I didn't take a picture of it all. It was nasty yet oh-so gratifying. When I clean I need a visual difference from dirt to clean. I can't just dust when I don't see anything. That instinct hasn't quite kicked in yet. I get domestic urges sure but they happen like twice a month and last about 2 hours. Then I get distracted by a butterfly and all is forgotten.

So how do I clean my keyboard so it sparkles like the day it arrived from Dell? I'll tell you in what I call "Katie's 21 Step Program to a Visually Pleasing keyboard (a process that infuses fun and innovation along with practicality)"

Step One: Get a 3x5 index card and cut a strip of it, width wise, so it is about a half inch wide and short so it is easy to handle.
Step Two: Starting from one end (I generally go from backspace to ~) sweep the card in the crack. Pull out any dusty bunnies that surface. Repeat sweeping in same line until most dust is removed. Spice things up by sweeping the card both ways. (ie, the short end and the long end)
Step Three: Repeat all through the main keyboard area.
Step Four: "Ewwwww" a little bit
Step Five: Starting at ~ and down to Ctrl, sweep the card repeatedly using the short end. Pull out goodies.
*If need be, grab a tweezers to help you grab the nasty*
Step Six: Repeat on other side.
Step Seven: Repeat the motions in remaining areas.
Note: It is best to use a sturdy card so if the one you are using starts to feel flabby, cut a new one.
Step Eight: After all the rows and columns have been sweeped, pick up keyboard and angle it one way. (Like the number pad is in the air more than the other end)
Step Nine: Blow. Be careful, you might get a face full of particulate so close your eyes.
Step Ten: Open your eyes and see the nasty. Brush off and blow again.
Step Eleven: Repeat the cleaning of the keys with index card as the blowing has made more dust loose.
Step Twelve: Pick up keyboard once again, flip so the keys are facing down and shake it. (I tend to sing in my head whenever I shake anything "shake it, don't brake it. Took you're mama nine months to make it! oh!")
Step Thirteen: Look at the nasty and sweep to one side. *For funsy, keep the pile until the very end so you can see all the gross you've collected. But make sure it is in an area that cannot be effected by you're breathing. It will send it all over*
Step Fourteen: Depending on how nasty your keyboard is, the keys may still be caked with dust so grab your handy disposable dust cloth, like from a Swifter Sweeper. (I use the ones from the dollar store since that's how I roll)
Step Fifteen: Take index card strip and wrap in wipe.
Step Sixteen: Run wipe through keys using the same motions as in step two.
Step Seventeen: For sticky nasty use a wet wipe, but gently! I just do a little dab since I don't know if the ones I use are, you know, approved for electronics.
Step Eighteen: Inspect keyboard.
Step Nineteen: Inspect pile of nasty. See if there is anything funny or exceptionally gross in it.
Step Twenty: Discard pile of nasty and smile are your sparkling keyboard.
Step Twenty One: Wash your hands. Ick.

Now wasn't that fun? Much more fun than a can of air. Sorry laptop users, this does not apply to you. Also be careful when cleaning with computer on. You could end up pushing something and not know what the hell happened. I usually clean my keyboard oh, once a year. Maybe every six months. Well deep clean anyways. If I do it too often then I lose the dusty bunnies the size of pebbles and that is no fun.

Martha's got nothing on me. Next time I'll teach you the versatility of plastic bags. Just as useful as duct tape? We'll find out!

Weeeee are the champions of the wooorld!

Or perhaps just division three football!

Yes that's right ladies and gents it finally happened. After three years of going to the national championship against the same team and losing the past two, Whitewater has won. Hoorah!
Be proud of me! I watched every single second of that game! Usually I don't if I'm not actually at the game.

We kicked their ass. Mt Union hasn't lost in 38 games and they gave them the Warhawk smack down. 31-21. Shoulda seen the Mt Union faces. Mmm. They need to know how to lose let me tell ya. Since they haven't in two years the got some pretty silly penalties towards the end. One of their coaches came really far on to the field to yell at the ref. Dumby. Threw some salt on the wound by intercepting the ball with about 30 seconds left. Ahehe. Not to mention the numerous occasions when Mt Union failed to score from like the 1 yard line. First what was first considered a touchdown was overturned by the officials. Then they got stuffed when they went for it on fourth from the one again. Hehe. They kept going for it on fourth and pretty much got no where.

I was even superstitious while watching. We had this taco dip (that I'm semi-ashamed to say that me and Briana ate the whole thing ourselves) and they were doing well while I ate it but then I moved seats to get away from it because I didn't want to become a large marge. Still were doing good. Then I reached over to get a chip and boom! Whitewater fumbled. I gave up eating for the rest of the game. Then in the second half Briana was doing homework and they started to suck so we decided we had to go back to how it was so she stopped and we watched the game in the dark. And they won. I'm just saying. Coincidence? Most likely but I like to think that my stoppage of shoving my face full of food had something to do with it.

So I might have been looking up Alvin and the Chipmunks stuff on amazon and I might have decided that it'd be fun to have the soundtrack from the movie. hehe. hehe. So I love the Chipmunks!

Oh dear. Tuby is up. It sounds like an elephant is walking over head.

Ooooooook. Do I have anything more to say? Hmmm... No, no I think I'm good. Yes. Nothing more to say.

Peace and chicken grease.

Coming to a Christmas Card Near You!

Ok so not really. I just decided that the picture looked like Christmas card material, did some sprucing and viola! Though shit son, I need Photoshop or something because the way I did it was open it in word, do the text. Take a print screen, paste it in Microsoft picture manager, crop it and then save it. After three tries in different programs. (and ps my blogger is being all weird so hey, fingers crossed this turns out ok. Stop being dump blogger! OH! I just noticed I was in html view. ahaha. disregard this)
Good ol' Javier and Lucifer. I know what you must be thinking, why do they have a pinata just sitting around? Answer: You never know when you might need one. That's a lie. We got one for a fiesta during homecoming (and there is another one today!) and decided we couldn't smash him. Look at that face! He is so happy looking. And Lucifer! Some might recognize Lucify from my house. My mom has tried to get rid of him on many occasions. One so horrid I had to rescue him from the dump. He has been shunned for years only to be rescued from the back room and put proudly on display by me. Poor Lucify. He is a total hermaphrodite though. At least in name only. Sometimes he's a he and sometimes he's a she. Can't really spread the fur on a ceramic cat and find out for sure.
Anyway. Consider yourself Christmas Carded.

I was going to go to Fort today, pick up my pay checks and then to Good Will to get my ugly Christmas outfit because I have a title to defend. But noooooo, it is snowing AGAIN. Seriously! I love snow, I don't have a problem with it. But what the hell weather? It never snows this much! We've got something like 15 inches in December so far and it is only the 15th! Honestly!

Good news, no Brewer is going to get the cold shoulder from me. Weeeeell, alright so Eric Gagne who they just picked up and has yet to actually play a game as a Brewer was on the list so that little a-hole is. And Turnbow but everyone knew he was going to be. But otherwise, a ok.

Totally saw Alvin and The Chipmunks last night. Amazing. That's all I have to say about it.

Ok. Should go eat or something before the coffee burns a hole in my stomach.

But I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed it!

I need these tshirts! (psst? remember what I hate? good)

They are just so damn funny!! I probably wouldn't buy the Mr Miyagi one but it makes me laugh just to look at it. I really, really REALLY want the Second Amendment one. I laughed all yesterday at it. Told Lauren that's the one to buy me for Christmas.

I <3>

Fat Man in a Red Coat.

Mmmm coffee and kringle. So delicious. You would've had some too if you bought a kringle from me damnit! Oh wait. I probably never mentioned I was selling them. Hehe. Sales is not in my future.

How's it going? Everything good? Can't wait for jolly old St. Nick to come down the chimney? Yeah would be more excited had mommy and daddy wrapped the gifts. I'm still bitter about it, yeah. I don't like surprises! I want to know right here and now what to expect on Christmas morn.

Sorry, sorry. I get distracted when it comes to Christmas. So much stuff happens on a single day after all. (well two if you count both Christmases) Presents, good. Food, good. Alcohol, good. Kenny and Dolly on the way to Monroe, Good. It usually is a nice day.

Today is a big day in baseball. The Mitchell Report comes out in a few hours and its gonna name some big names as steroid users. So far Roger Clemens is in the report. If any of the Brewers are in it they are dead to me. (I totally said that like a mafia man!) Turnbow, you are already on thin ice Mister with your previous juicing charges! Thin ice with me that is. But we'll see in a few short hours if any one good makes the list. And Barry Bonds is not good. Have you seen the man? How does he start hitting so much better at his age? and why is his head getting so big? * him Bud Selig. Give him the ol' *.

Ok and now back to something more useful. Oh wait. That never happens here!

I should go write my paper about my philosophy of life. And how I like Freud's ideas while almost everyone else thinks he's a whack job.

catch ya on the flip side, homes.

I've got no class whatsoever!

No classes today! Yay! Snow day! Loves it. And it wasn't just professors say uh no thanks don't want to drive, it was Mr Chancellor Man. University is closed. Hooyah!
So I wrote a little song about it while lazing about.
(to the tune of walking in a winter wonder land)
Winter snow is a falling.
Hear my bed,
its a callin'.
The roads are ice,
makes driving not so nice.
Living in a winter wonder land!
Got up,
checked my email.
School is closed,
let out a squeal
of delight.
Did a happy dance,
like I had ants in my pants
Living in a winter wonder land!
Need milk so braved out to the store,
Told Ashley there was no school she called me a whore,
It was still snowing as we went.
Got pelted with ice,
which didn't feel nice.
Living in a winter wonder laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand!

I didn't say it would be good.

And in celebration of this day I might have had a beer. At 2. I have to keep warm some how!

SCHOOL IT ALMOST DONE FOR THE SEMESTER!
I'm so happy! I think I'll be done next Wednesday.

My parents are mean. They didn't wrap any Christmas presents when I was home. How rude!
I am a shaker of presents. I love to shake, to weigh, to run through my list in my head to figure out what I'm going to get. Usually I am quite good. I don't like being denied this privilege! Now I'm gonna have to wait. Man oh man.

I got an AWESOME calandar at Barns & Nobles this weekend. It is a countdown to when Bush is out of office. Pretty f-ing sweet. Complete with stupid pictures of him, and stupid things he says.

I really need more Christmas music. I've got three 'N Sync songs. (don't you say a word!) and like four others. When I was at work I realized that Christmas music playing over the PA at 830PM when the store is empty and you're kind of alone makes me feel really lonely! Christmas music can either make me happy but when I'm listening to it alone it is just sad!

My parents had some people over Sunday who are from Belgium and the lady speaks french and the guy Belgian. (is that right? I don't know) anyway, they have a little girl who is a little over a year and I just feel a bit like a moron cuz the kid knows both languages and some English and I don't know jack crap. It's amazing really to hear her talk in three languages. Taught her how to high five. My work is done. A proper American child must know such a thing and it is my mission to make sure every child of woman born knows how to high five.

Ok so I should do something productive. Like color!
(and ps... Lance was just singing. I used to love it when he'd be the one you could hear. And now he's gay. Damnit)

Cha!

Thats just the reality of it all

I think I'm going to amend my statement of me hating all reality TV to I hate all fake reality TV. I don't like "The Hills" or "Laguna Beach" Can't stand "Survivor" or any show that falls in those categories.

But I love, love LOVE! Real reality. I love Dirty Jobs. I love Good Eats. I love TLC on Sunday afternoons. I love Man Vs. Wild. (Bears sexy accent and good looks do help) I love most TV shows on the Food Network that come on after 7 PM. (still don't like you Rachal Ray)

But my word! I just can not see the appeal of a show like "The Hills" because why are these people famous?! I don't care about some rich girl from Orange County. Ohmygosh! LC totally verbally lashed Heidi over the fact that Spencer is a numbnuts! Just not my cup of tea I guess.

Holy crap! I'm watching TV and the commercial is for enzyte, the natural male enhancement, and the double entendre's are so blunt! Filthy, filthy people.

Oh blueberries. I should do something productive.

I'd also like to point out I went the whole Winter Meetings with out mentioning anything baseball related. Mainly because the Brewers didn't do much and um, outside them I know very little. Outside the NL Central even less and well, lets forget about the American League. I'm not one to muse over draft picks and batting orders.

Mmm it is such a winter wonderland out. And guess what? Number of days the heat has been on in the apartment? Zero. Current temperature by acquiring heat from sun and/or others? 68. Just like at home. Guess all those years of being froze at home has conditioned me to thrive in a cooler abode.

Tried another beer from my Sam Adams mix, Cranberry Lambic, quite delicious. And looks a lot like juice so if the case ever presented itself, I could totally put it in a water bottle and drink it. Though I never would. Just saying it is possible.

Alright. Must go. Have a nice weekend.

Walk this way

As I was walking back from class on sidewalks that should be cited by the city for not being cleared, I said to myself "Martha (that's what I call myself) Notice the walk you got going on. The winter walk that no one, at least in your memory, taught you. A walk that is more inherited and a result of environment then anything else. " Or so I think. I bet a two year old from California can't go slip sliding on the ice like a two year old from Wisconsin. Then again the WI kid probably learned by experience, once you fall on your ass a few times you learn quick. Then I thought about how to describe the winter walk. I find it more of a waddle then a walk because the feet are wider apart and the steps are shorter. You don't go taking long strides on a snowy path because that leads to unstable footing and falling. Plus I find the subconscious shift of hands in pockets to hands out of pocket when the going gets tough. Maybe that is more of a conscious thing. See the sidewalk is covered ahead, take hands out of pocket so you can flail them about if you start to slip. A balance thing.

Wow. I think I like to analyze things too much. And I don't really call myself Martha, I was channeling Erik from Boy Meets World. He calls himself Kyle.

I've also been thinking about going green. Or organic. But a few things stand in my way (mainly the money) Well no. That is pretty much the only thing standing in my way. I can't afford to buy organic lettuce for three times the amount of non organic. What got me thinking about this more was I was watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 and she's into organic stuff (and has a good name) and had some chick on who was all organicy and they were talking about cleaning products. Never really thought about those being all nasty. I don't know. I like the idea of organic and saving the world. I shut the water off while I brush because forever burned into my brain is a cartoon that was on Sesame Street when I was a wee lass of a kid brushing his teeth and he left the water on. In the pond outside the water level was dropping at a substantial rate, the poor fish was starting to suffer and so he whipped out his phone, called the kid and the kid shut the water off. Then the next time he brushed he didn't waste water and the fish was all happy doing flips and stuff.

Made me never wanna waste water ever again. I still yell at my mom when she leaves the water run in the kitchen to get it hot. Then she tells me to go to hell. No not really. I just tell her she doesn't need it on full bore to get it hot.

Mmhm. That whole antibiotics in milk freaks me a bit too. Poor old Bessy is getting run down because Farm Brown is milking her 18 hours a day so she gets injected with antibiotics to make her feel better, then that ends up in my cool glass of moo juice and makes me immune to said antibiotics. Or something like that. Either way, me no likey.

Enough with the organic crap.

and this post. I'm outtie like a belly button.

Peace my home slices!

Sign by the X

I totally got an autograph of an award winning writer today. Yeah be jealous like you should be. The author? Terri Jentz. Had to read her book Strange Piece of Paradise for a class and she came and talked to our class today. Yeah. That's right. Sweet eh?

Ok gotta admit I've never heard of her until I was forced to read the book and thought it was pretty good so thought what the hey why not get it autographed? Since I have, like, none! Well silly me. Aladdin, Jasmine, Pooh Bear and Tigger aren't no one, they are amazing. But outside the spectrum of Disney characters, yep none. Lied again. Charlie Wills...and Kirk Penny, Andy Kowske, and Ricky Bower. But they only played college basketball at Wisconsin. Pretty cool though. Point being, of people who are famous more nationally (the book is gonna be a movie, so keep an eye out for it) I have none. I thought about bidding on a Craig Counsell autograph newspaper from the '97 World Series but then realized that 1) I don't have a credit card so eBay won't really work 2) It would be more cool to get it in person (chya, like that'd ever happen. Have you met me? I don't talk all that much around people I don't know, or all that much to start with. I'm a selective speaker so if the opportunity came about, I'd clam up and stare from a distance) 3) I'd have to explain how lame I am to have bought it off eBay, and then explain and tell people to back the hell off my fandom of him. I tell ya, I'll fight anyone who doesn't think he's any good. Ok, more like evil stare them.

Right.

Today is my roommate's 21st birthday. Yay! Though I can't go to the bars with her. Boo. But she did use her age to my advantage and purchased for me a case of Samuel Adams Winter Classics. I had a an Old Fezziwig Ale and it was delicious. Fezziwig being of course a character from Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol.

....got that off the bottle. Along with it having caramel, chocolate infusions with a hint of ginger and orange. And some other things but I'm just recalling from memory.

Speaking of my roommate's 21st, want to see the AWESOME card I made for her? Yeah? Alright. (I did take a picture...deal. and lets not forget what pisses katie off? posting pictures on blogger pisses katie off. katie likes spaces in between lines, not none at all or gaps the size of valleys.)

Yeah that's Brett Favre getting or about to be gotten mauled by a buffalo. Why Brett Favre in peril? My roommate hates the Packers, more specifically Mr Favre with a passion, and wishes nothing but ill will towards him. And she is a fan of the Buffalo Bills so I decided that having any regular old Bill's player tackling just wouldn't do it justice. Oh and want to talk irony? I drew the pictures Thursday night when the Packers played Dallas and right about the same time Favre got hurt. I'm just saying...ironic. (for the record, I'm impartial to the NFL but do consider myself a Packers fan. I did this for her, not because I hate Brett Favre...though he seems like he could be a huge ass)

and yes, I'm a crappy drawer. The camera is my artistic tool of choice. And it'd on blue paper cuz I didn't have any white. Hehe.

Um yeah. I think I have effectively wasted both my time along with yours. I have an episode of Dirty Jobs on tape to watch and think I'm gonna do that.

Word to your mother.

Dish it up

My ass? Handed to me quite nicely today.
My ass? Served on a platter.
My ass? Screwed. (GROSS NOT LIKE THAT!)

yeah. great. fan-freaking-tastic.
I hate debates and that's the reason why. My opening statement? Good. Closing? good? the in between rebuttal part that is then most important part to demonstrate you actual know what the crap is going on? Bad. I knew my stuff, to a point where if I could have gotten a word in I might have made some good points but me being polite and not all that assertive whilst speaking sat there nicely as my partner steamrolled over me.

My ass? Now flat.

Gah! Oh well I guess. What's done is done.

I want to see the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie that's coming out. That isn't weird is it? I don't think so...I love me some chipmunks. I want to listen to the Christmas album now, but don't have it here. Boo.

Hmm so my plans (and by plans I mean fictitious ones that I dreamed up to make me feel a little happy about the possibility) of going to Arizona for Spring Break for Spring Training are no more. See, they'd only be there still a few days cuz the season starts March 31st. And well, I can't convince anyone to go with me. Or my parents for that matter and I lack the money. Mmmm looks like another Spring Break where I'll be sitting on the couch watching the Travel Channel to get in some beach time.

I'm feeling cranky. I need to go de-crank before work. Watch some tube and snuggle with a blankie. Sounds super.

Color Me Bad

I feel like a little kid and a grown up all at once.

I'll be doing homework and have the urge to color. (I love to color!) And the little kid in me is all like "Oh yeah! COLORING! Do it NOW! That deer and raccoon with a kite is not going to color itself!" But then the grown up side of me says "now katie, look at all the work you have to do. Here's what you can do, finish this page and then you can color a picture!"

I don't have a spilt personality or schizophrenia, I swear. Maybe it is more like those little Angel and Devil talking. I don't know.

I just love coloring! I can't be alone on this. Whenever I'd babysit, I'd be the one who'd suggest coloring as the activity of the day. I pity the future offspring. They'll go to bed at night and awake in the morn to a coloring book half colored by mommy. Maybe it is therapeutic and that's why I dig it. Stressful day? I don't reach for the bottle, I reach of the box. The box of Crayola colored pencils. (RoseArt can just get the hell away from me, I'm a Crayola girl.)

Alright enough about the coloring already.

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas time is almost heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!
And I am monumentally screwed. Number of presents bought? Like 3 and number I need to get...(hold on I'm counting) Like 8. And I'm poor! Well, that is the perks of going in on a present with someone else though.

Ok I have stalled enough on homework and stuffed myself on pasta so it is time for me to wrap it up.

We're wrapping it up. Yes we're (dun dun) wrapping it up! Wra-ra-ra-ra wrapping, wra-ra-ra-ra wrapping. (dun dun) wrapping it up!

....elementray school song we'd sing in chorus. And yes, I was a horrid singer.

Nice Guys Finish...

Is it weird that I like it when famous people are nice? No, I wouldn't say it is but it makes me happy to know that a celeb or an athlete I like does something nice. Because it always makes me a little sad to find out what a jerk a person can be. Hence the reason I have mixed feelings about reading things about people I like. I got no problem reading gossip about Brittney Spears since I don't give a crap about her, but with celebs I like, I tend to keep a certain level of mystery surrounding them. I can keep them on whatever pedestal I place them on then.

Right, that was just a long way to say I think it is pretty cool that Conan O'Brien is paying the staffers at Late Night who were laid off Friday a weeks pay out of his own pocket. I like it that Craig Counsell took the time to go deliver turkey and the fixin's to those in need in Milwaukee. Anyone can write a check, donating time is another story.

I don't know. I just like it, makes me feel happy. For a person who looks at other people through a pessimistic lens, it makes my doubtful heart all nice and warm. (I'd like to point out I don't think I'm uber pessimistic...perhaps more a realist. Optimistic at times. I guess I don't know what I am.)

Moving on....Holy Snow! It is snowing like a... snow storm in December in Wisconsin. Aw, Wisconsin. Wait, what the hell? Why am I having sentimental feelings toward the state right now? Lets blame the amount of coffee I have consumed for anything I say. I love Wisconsin, but then it drives me crazy at times. I get defensive of it but then I use it as an excuse. Like "Oh that is just a stereotype! We do not sit around eating brats and drinking beer saying "hey dare, da Packers are da best. Ya sure dare." but then I'll say "Well, it is Wisconsin..." I take certain pride of being from it. "36 degrees out? Yeah in Wisconsin, that is nothing you tanned ass southerner" but then I can be ashamed of it. A strange relationship, between a girl and her state. Alright, not that strange, remember the coffee I've been drinking? Maybe Wisconsin is just misunderstood.

That was weird.

Gah. Homework sucks. Don't go to college kids, it's more work then necessary and will rot your brain with knowledge and stuff. Not to mention alcohol.

Though score, only about two weeks left of classes, then exams. Holla! Then Christmas. Which I have not bought any presents for really...yikes.

Alright, alright. Enough of this. I have coloring to do. (Bought a 50 pack of colored pencils. Yeah. Be jealous. I have colors like orchid and cerulean to play with.)

If its not one thing, then its another.

First off, there is something that I want to blog about, something on my mind but in this circumstance my sense of censorship will prevail. It isn't so much something bad, something that will land me in trouble as something that....well, could make things awkward. no that's not the word, not awkward but....weird if my dear sweet blog came to be read by eyes it is not intended for. Yeah. Does, does that make sense? No? Yeah, well don't worry yourself with it.

Anyhoo. Get this. Ashley and I have come to the conclusion that in photos that we are not smiling in I look like a mentally challenged person and Ashley looks drunk. This is a common thread through out pictures of our youth. You look at Ashley, eyes half closed, head tilt to the side in a drunken manner at age 1. You look at me, scrunched up face and/or mouth, sometimes a tongue hanging out and I look "special" at 14 months. Tyler? A drunken retard. (I know, that wasn't PC of me) It's just funny. We found a photo over the weekend that is the culmination of this theory of drunk/special. At our grandpa's 80ths birthday party, Ashley and me have the classic faces that have been following us all our life. I look like I ate paint chips as a child and Ashley looks like she's been swimming in a vat of vodka. The reality? None of that is true...at least I don't think I ate paint chips...

Gah! I don't like the way my hands feel after I do dishes, it drives me bonkers.

Great news, I get to start eating a piece of chocolate every day starting Saturday. Guesses? Any one? Bueller? Advent Calender time bitches! A little hypocritically maybe but its one with Santa on it, not dear lord baby jesus 6lb 8oz, watching his Baby Einstein videos.

Right-o. Time for me to rustle up some grub.
Cha!

Reunited and it feels so good...

Bonjor my little cheeses.

Miss me? Offff course you did!

I'm back in black. Back in the habit, in the groove again. Choose one or none. Submit your own, I don't care.

Annnnnd I don't have much to say. Nothing seems to be infuriating me, annoying me, pleasing me, or just making me feel any sort of strong emotion at this time.

Oh my Chunky soup is done!

I thought it was going to be done prematurely (thats what she said) but all is well. SON OF A BITCH! I just dropped my gum in my milk! Nuts! Here I was, trying to be all gum Conservative and I didn't get it to stick to the cup right. Shitbricks. My milk will now have a hint of spearmint. (Chicken Wild Rice with savory vegetables or something like that in case anyone is curious. With giant hunks of carrots...yuck)

Ah nutter butters. I've got a fair amount of crapola to do.

Where are my manners?! Please excuse me, did you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving? (Yeah I know, call and response isn't going to work well here...) Mine was pretty nice. Ate a lot of food, drank some good booze as it goes with family tradition. Though the only complaint I have is there was no corn. And that I'd really like a Thanksgiving one of these years where the food is normal. That means no turkey done in a strange fashion (ie smoked or deep fried) and the rest of the food to be normal. The potatoes this year? Not so much. I won't complain since it was delic, and since we didn't have a pork tenderloin instead of turkey. (now that is one for the books, one that goes down in infamy...and when the children were banished to the basement back room to eat a few years back...)

Alright seriously. I need to do some homework before Dirty Jobs. (Tuesday nights, 8 PM central, check your local listings)

Buh-Bye

Oh, two more things...

I forgot somethings

• You know how people are against animal cruilty? I'm against the cruilty of naming your kid something bad. This organization would probably base itself out of LA thanks to those damn celebrities.
• I think that "Inside the Margin of Error" would make a good name for a political show/column. DON'T STEAL IT! I need it for in a few years maybe! ...unless there is one already called that...

Ok now I think I am done.

Whew!

Purple Chicken Grapefruit Wings

Random. The contents of this post to come, as hinted by the title. Yes I know that most of my posts are pure random nonsense but usually there are a confluent of events that lead up to it. Not this one, oh no. It will be writings in margins, writings on scraps, things not written, things just thought. There will be no symmetry, no rhyme or reason, really no point.

So get ready.

• I'm fairly certain I'd accept/believe anything Matt Lauer would tell me. Brian Williams? Not so much. Tom Brokaw, oh yeah. But Matt Lauer could tell me to eat carrots, wash it down with orange juice and I just might do it cuz he said so. If anyone else did, I wouldn't.
• I tend to hum/do the musical instrument noises to two songs more often then any other. Yellowcard's "Ocean Avenue" and from Hector Berlioz's Symphony Fantastique "March to the Scaffold"
• Is it possible to sue the university for bodily harm because two days in a row I had to write exams for an hour and a half each sitting with no time to stop which has resulted in my neck hurting. (I'd never do it...though the money would be nice!)
• I don't like it when people eat during class.
• Nancy Pelosi I perceive to be a vicious woman. First the democratic Whip now Speaker. You go girl!
• I wonder if anyone had the balls to call Barbara Bush "Babs"
• The word Awkward looks awkward. (I think I've said that...)
• Hebrew written looks like a mixture of Arabic and Brail, with all those little dots.
• According to Freud, religion is a substitute for the human psyches' repression of urges of incest, cannibalism and murder. Draw your own conclusions. I find that as an interesting and fascinating analysis.
• I want to find the magnadoodle we used to have. You know, that thing with the little disks that you stuck your pen in one hole and then scribbled it all around to make beautiful spirals and stuff.
• I draw a shit ton of birds/landscape scenes in my notes.
• A woman was wearing a ton of leather the other day and I couldn't help but wonder how many cows perished for that ensemble.
• JJ Hardy's autograph is a bad one.
• Why do we call China east when in reality it is to the west? I guess the whole reason it is called the far east might give way to the fact it really isn't east. Or it is probably a left over from the British. Um hello West Indies.
• Armies are using lasers?! WHAT! Some kid said that in a class, that they are finding soldiers and stuff with laser beam holes in them and my first thought was naturally "I want sharks with friggin laser beams on their heads!"
• When talking about Kurds and Turks fighting, in my mind I imagine turkeys and cheese curds. Say what you will.
• Stephen Colbert's "I Am America (And So Can You!)" is one of the only books I have ever read that I am laughing out loud. (I haven't finished it yet...so good!)
• I've come to the conclusion that baseball is the sport for commitment-phobs. Today the Brewers traded Johnny Estrada, who hasn't even been here a year. So, if a person doesn't like to get used to someone, watch baseball cuz the rosters change so freaking much. Then I'd recommend that a person with abandonment issues shouldn't watch it. Watch golf. No teams, just a bunch of dudes/ladies doing their thing.
• I'm a phase person. I can watch the same movie 20 times in a row and then not watch it again for a year. Same with music. I'll listen to one artist for a week then not again for a while. I find this to be problematic when I think about the future, but *fingers crossed* it'll be an advantage.

Ok. I think that is enough for now.

Mmmm. Have a nice Thanksgiving. Home tomorrow and well, I don't blog from home. Usually.
I'm off like a brides nightie.

What?

I must share. I saw a lady with more facial hair then my brother last night. I mean. Seriously. She had a goatee. My question is, in a situation such as that why not shave? wax? nair? I'm not all about body perfections but this was... just what it was. Odd.

Alright. I have to work in a short while, nice and early, so I should not be doing this. I was a nice person last night. Worked late for a lady. Then I remembered that by the time I was done, it'd be a mere twelve hours until I worked again. Le Sigh. Just like the summer time I guess. Work til 11, come in at 11. work til Midnight, come in at 10. (I think she needed a tutorial on how to be a little nice when it comes to a scheduling situation. )

Right. Byebye

Silly me. I forgot something. Happy Birthday to Ryan Braun. And no! I'm not a creepy person who can rememeber all the players birthdays! With all the Rookie of the Year stuff I was looking at his profile and noticed it was coming up. Anyway, he is 24 today. (easy math for me since it is the same year as Tylers...hehe) Ok. now I'm done!

I..I...somehow fudged the colors up. whoopsy.

whore! whore! whore! merry christmas!

Apparently, in Australia, Santa is being encouraged to say "Ha Ha Ha" instead of "Ho Ho Ho".
Are you serious? That is just crossing some unspeakable line when Santa gets drudged down. I won't stand for it. Santa is Santa for pissakes! He has been the same for a very long ass time and that is not to be messed with. I'd slap any woman I meet who is offended by that. Political correctness is one thing but the sanctity of Christmas is another. Politics come and go but Santa comes every damn year the same damn day and well, HE WINS!

I feel a little better now.

Hehe. I was just texting Lauren and we where discussing our love for Google and I told her that I loved Google so much I should name a child that. I would name him Pubert Google. Pubert is the baby in the Addams Family movie (we just watched both of them). Then I amended that to say I'll name a dog that. So now I have two names for dogs. Pubert Google and King Wags-a-lot. I wonder though, if every time I were to use Google I'd have to put that little copyright c after it. Or would it be a trademark? Hmm. I don't know...

Barry Bonds got indited for lying to a Grand Jury and obstructing justice. If convicted, and if he gets what any normal person would get, he could go to jail for 30 years. I'm assuming that will probably not happen but wow. All because of steroids. See kids, not only do they make your balls shrink they can also land you in a federal prision!

Um, yeah. That's all I got for now.

Bowser's Castle

So the Waupun Prison looks like a castle in Super Mario. How do I know this? Well, it is on lock down right now because a prisoner is holding a lady hostage. The people on the news say its an isolated thing so no prison break will be happening I'm assuming. But anyway, lets focus on how it looks like something straight out of Mario! When I look at it I feel like I should be dodging fireballs, turtles and mushrooms. The Red Gym in Madison also looks a lot like Bowser's many castles.

I played a lot of Super Mario 3 yesterday with Lauren. I was wowing her with my skillz. Teaching her all that she needs to know. Where are the magical whistles to whisk you away to different levels? How about the one ups that aren't in plain sight? The music note box things that send you up to coin heaven. Not to mention where to fly when you have the leaf to get even more goodies.

I could be using my memory and what not for something better. But man. When did Mario 3 come about? Early 90's? I've been playing that game for over a decade I'm guessing. First on the old school Nintendo, then the Super Nintendo. Even after not playing the game for a long ass time I still know where most everything is. Oh. I want to play it now. But I can't, must go to class soon.

Oh and 3.14? Yeah. 3.14 = Pi = Pie. I was eating pie when I was writing my last blog post. hehe.

Adios.

3.14

Aw, wtf mate. The picture of Craig Counsell doesn't seem to be working. Pooey.

Thanks to South Park and Cartmen I can no longer eat a pot pie with out saying in my head, "no kitty! that's my pot pie!" Damn you. But my pot pie is delic. Though the carrot chunks are huge which is not delic.

This one class of mine is just filled with unique people. Unique by the either look like a celebrity or they annoy me. First there is the kid that looks like Doogey Howser. Then the dude that looks like Jerry O'Connell. And for the two that annoy me, there's the kid who asks too many questions, many of them stupid. I don't care what your mother told you, there are such things as stupid questions. Then there is the kid who licks his lips all the time, making that slup noise every 30 seconds. Get some chap stick or something.

Oooh, I sat next to a real winner at the computer lab yesterday. First when I sat down she looked at me like I was stupid or something. Usually I try not to sit next to a person but it was busy so I had to. Then she just kept smacking away on her gum. And the way she was sitting was weird. She was leaning forward so if she was talented she coulda probably typed with her boobs but her chair was pushed way out so no one could get through. That posture must do wonders for her back. And she kept looking over at me. I wanted to be like "what the fuck are you looking at?" Buuuut I didn't.

Mmm the crust is the best part of my pot pie! AND! I get pumpkin pie as well! Though the crust isn't burnt on that since the new oven at home is all weird. I like my crust burnt damnit!

My love for Garth Brooks might be in jeopardy. I was listening to him on the way back yesterday and the song "The American Honky Tonk Bar Association" Was playing and well, it is incredible republican. And I can't have that. Though I think all his other songs will out weigh this catastrophe but still. Look and see for yourself: When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket For most things you don't mind But when your dollar goes to all of those Standing in a welfare line" YOU REPUBLICAN! I don't mind welfare bitch!

Ok. No mas. Must do stuff, like shower and eat pie before Dirty Jobs.

I'm off like a prom dress.

(BOOM! Guesses as to the title?)

We're taking this thing National!

It is my duty and delight to inform you all that one Mr. Ryan Braun, third basemen for the Milwaukee Brewers, has been named National League Rookie of the Year.



Thank you. This public service announcement is over. Now on to more pressing news...


You mother is a dirty whore Trebek! Sorry, it's been one of those days. A day of stress that now is winding down. The stressing factors have diminished and all is well for now. And this blog entry is going to be filled with random, random stuff.


Why is there a need for an anti-aging deodorant? I can get behind anti-aging face wash, cream, body wash but pit stick? Are you kidding me? A person can't have their armpits look a little wrinkly?



In the store the other day I think I saw beret man. You know, http://http://kt433.blogspot.com/2007/04/observations-from-policy-class.html dude? The beret? Still there because other wise I wouldn't have a clue who he was.



Oh and you see that hat on ol Ryan? Yeah that's the one I want for Christmas. It a batting practice hat (why they need a hat for batting practice I don't know I think that's wasteful) Observe.


So I got two new pens. One pack, two different colored ink. Wowza. They're passable but if I had the option to buy them again I might pass it up.


Gah. I need to finish unpacking. Look at Ryan and be amazed by his abilities. I was tempeted to post a picture of my favorite but...well I've just convinced myself to do so...



Holla! I'm outtie.

...ppst! Remember that for some reason I am blogger illiterate? yeah. That's the reason for the spaces and the lack of hyper links. I get pissed when I try to fix it so I just don't bother.

And then there were 24

So long Pentel EnerGel number one, soon Pilot Precise Grip number two will join you in that big pocket protector in the sky. It has been a fun journey together, you were dependable and strong right up until the end when you ran out of ink, a desirable end for a pen. You were a lucky one, writing a full long life unlike the few unfortunate that explode or suffer from a clot that is beyond repair. Your hermaphrodite sibling, as you were as well, will resume your spot in the backpack. As for you Pilot Precise Grip, I fear your time is drawing to a close. Your last lines fading as they come spewing from your tip. You start strong but are too weak to continue and all my effort, the scribbles, the licking, the meticulous wiping to rid any foreign particle that might be aiding your plight has proved fruitless. I will let you linger in the Cup for a short while more. Having called up your replacement, number four, from it's protection of the package it came in years ago. Number one, three and now four are still writing strong, and will continue the momentum you have gave me. Let it be known by the bend in your tip that your time has been well spent. I have scribbled many a thought with you, in the process perhaps aiding to your demise. You were injured by the fever of which I write, furiously trying to get what lies in my head out onto the white canvas before me. I bid my dear pens farewell and turn my eye to the remaining 24 all within an arms reach. (and that excludes the ones over yonder, still waiting for the day they grace a page). It has been fun.

...

I did just do that. And no, I haven't been drinking.

Hmm...two pens down...that's about a pack...that means I could justify getting mommy dearest to buy me some new ones when I go home tomorrow. Oooh. Or should I wait for the sheets to cool a bit? No no. Perhaps I will *gasp* go for some with blue ink! I am pretty much a black ink only person. I have one pen (and it's twin) in the starting rotation that is blue but its an amazing blue.

...

Haven't I warned you people that I can go on and on about my pens/markers/sharpies? Some people hold a special whatever for wine, shoes, cars. I hold that whatever for my pens. They are both practical and beautiful. Much like myself. (don't deny!) Seriously. If you need anything out of me, want anything out of me or just want me to love you (not like that!), buy me a pen. They are one of the keys to my heart.

On that note, have a nice night and weekend.

Until I blog again...snuggles all around!

Ghetto Superstar!

How can it be, that I have not talked about my ghetto fabulous car?

I know what you're thinking Buick= Gangsta. The extra smooth ride plus the sheer size makes it a total ghetto mobile, I know. Ol Bessy Lou is a total beast. But the most ghetto aspect of my blue Buick is the fact that to change where the heat blows out (you know feet or defrost) I have to use a wrench. Yeah. The knob snapped off and I'm tooling around with a huge wrench that's about three times too big for the job in my front seat. That's what makes my car ghetto. Not exactly a good idea to try and switch the air flow while driving...no. Don't, don't try it. It's pimp alright.

In other news, what the hell Blogger? What is this "Blogs of Note"? This seemingly unimportant recognition of a person's blog you have going on? I want that! Pick me! Choose me! Recognize me! (I got a crinkled bill with George Washington on for anyone who can tell me what TV show I was channeling with that last line)

Creepy message board people are just that, creepy. I'm talking about the weirdos on IMDB who say the weirdest things and the people on the Dirty Jobs one on Discovery (YES! I have been there ok? I just read them when I'm bored! I'm not one of the weird posters) Dude those people on that one...they scare me. They know that what they're saying will be read by someone on the show and they still say it. They're crazy. It's like ok, vocalize your stalkerness and say things that go beyond the normal fandom of "oh I like the show. Oh your cute. Oh your funny" and go to the beyond. The land of creepy obsession. Just go read some of the threads floating around out there. Crazies. All around. Some message boards are fine. They're normal with normal people who aren't creepy. Ok. Done with that.

In case you were wondering, which I'm guessing you're not, only one more thing on my list to blog about. Ironically enough, it's the first thing I have on it. And no, not everything I've said has been on the list...Right.

I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.
Catch you on the flip side, homes!

Paid by the Pound

Get this. Curt Schilling, a Red Sox pitcher, signed a contract extension for next year with a weight clause. The dude is going to get paid a bonus to not be pudgy! There's something like three random weigh in's and then one every month. He gets $333,333 every time he meets his goal weight. $333,333 for putting down the potato chips and picking up a carrot stick. I think Major League Baseball is on to something. I think that everyone who needs to shed a few should have a money incentive! Let's examine this further...

If we were to pay tubys to become sticks then we might be saving some money in the long run. These people who need to collect money from government programs because their ass is too big to fit through the door will be milking the system for quite sometime. If on the other hand we said look here fatty, you lose 100 pounds and get yourself all healthy we'll give you a couple thousand. The government could use private contractors like Jenny Craig and Nutrasystem to provide food at a low low cost! Get the Y to have a discount rate. This wouldn't fly for the people who need to shed a few lbs. This would be for those who are classified as obese by the BMI.

Alright so we have a solution to getting people to slim down but how about a prevention? Well...what about a Sin tax? We hike up the cost of cigarettes because we know that they probably will kill you. Maybe we should hike up the price of Cheetos. No, no I don't like that because there are a few of us who likes to eat them...in MODERATION! (oh Ashley, tell me you know who says that?) I know! The government gives tax breaks to people who drive hybrids so what about giving a tax break to those who fit in the proper weight category for their height/build/age? Every year you'd have to go see the doctor, he'd sign off on your weight, send it directly to the IRS so you couldn't fudge it. Plus then more people might go to the doctor and get a little more preventive medicine. But the government would have to pay the doctors for their time, or give them yet another tax break for having to do the work.

Naturally not everyone would be satisfied with the system. There are the few who have an eating addiction (oh btw, we'd penalize the people with bulimia and anorexia to get them to eat more) so in those such cases exceptions would have to be made. But in many cases, people are just lazy asses who'd rather grab a cheeseburger, fries and a large soda than oh I don't know a freaking sub?

I'm brilliant. Thank you Curt Schilling.

Breaking News

Is anyone else sick of people focusing on Hillary Clinton's boobies? I am. I'm sick of articles about the risque suit she wore or her hairstyle. Come on! Is it important? No.

People don't think she'd make a good President because she might have issues with foreign leaders that aren't down with ladies having power. That some leader in Saudi Arabia or something would get his undies in a bundle over it. Uh, hi. Yeah. She'd be the President of the United States. Um you know, us? The country with oh-so-much power. If I were her I'd flash them the nuclear launch codes and be like "bitch please, I may have ovaries but I also have the key to total world destruction."

People worry that if there was another Sept. 11 type deal that she wouldn't react well. Be too compassionate or whatever. Yeah. She may be slower to react, take the diplomatic route for a while but please. You piss off a woman enough then damn, you be screwed. I don't have any personal experience with pissing off a mom or being a pissed off mom since, well, I lack the children but I can only imagine. (Ok so I've pissed my mom off but that's not the same.) If we're anything like the animals I've seen on those wild safari shows then someones jugular is going to get ripped out.

With all that said...I don't know who I'll be voting for. Hell it might not even matter by the time Wisconsin votes in the primary. I don't know the date yet but I think there is something like 20 states going in one day. It'll be over by then. Just wait. I know you're quivering with anticipation to see who I endorse, since they will have the full weight of me behind them. And that is a powerful thing.

Is it ok that I'm slightly annoyed that my grandparents don't know how to spell my name? At least it's spelled wrong on the address list on the forwards I get. (I won't get into my distaste for forward emails.)

Sad that the writers strike is on. No new Conan. Though there is something about a well organized protest for a legitimate reason that I like.
...you can say it. Freak, dork. Take your pick. Heard 'em all.

Ok. I'm off to do nothing. Yay!

Keep cool my babies

and ew! Rachel Ray on TV.

Comes Standard.

Happy Time Change Day! Back to standard time we go! And I think the time on my blog has already be reflecting that...at least for the past week. A whoops. As if I didn't need another reason to drink they throw a time change at me. Why not celebrate I say? With the change of when we do it, we're saving oil. Which means we should be lessening our reliance on foreign oil, which sounds like a nice reason to drink!

I'm kidding of course. I'm not boozing it up over the extra hour of sleep last night. I'm looking at the clock and shuddering because it's 630 and well, I could nap.

But a fantastic reason to drink is the necessity for freezer room. Went shopping at Woodman's today with the roomie and whoa baby. Did we buy a ton of shit. We had coupons! COUPONS GALORE! And oh baby sister did those things come in handy. Saved like 15 bucks with mine. Shwing! So we drank some margarita! because we needed to make room in the freezer. I won't tell you how much I spent. A bad bad amount. Lets just say that if I went at PNS it woulda been over a 100 bucks...

on top of the 50 I spent at Kohls. YIKERS! Yeah. I wanted to feel happier and so spending my money that I work so damn hard to get makes me so. I bought pretty shirts! and a pretty bra which I could have done without (since no one but me will see it) but it was pretty! and on sale AND we had special coupons for an extra 15% off. Oh and I had to get gas today. Shit. But the good thing? Total it was about a weeks pay. So I got that going for me.

But what I don't have going for me is that I can't get money. I need to go home to get money because they don't cash payroll checks the bastards. Le sigh.

Frankenstein and Prometheus...I do not want to write about yoooooooooooooou! (I'm writing this blog so I can waste time you see)

Poor Lauren. She is realizing that her dislike for Mike Rowe is not a common feeling. Me, that one chick that I can't remember her name, and her sister. She should just cross over to the dark side. Enjoy his voice already. I think I pin pointed why I like it so much. Its the epitome of an American man's voice. He can read me the Constitution or something. I'll leave the phone book and dictionary for Jack Davenport.

I'm sorry. I know, I know. I tend to get on a theme and stick. My apologies and I shall now go. I need to come up with a thesis statement and paragraph.

Word to your fathers.

I'll be Joe for Christmas

Isn't it absolutely crazy that Christmas is less then 2 months away?! I know! It does not feel like Christmas should be in my mind somewhere. It doesn't feel like November. What happened to the days when November meant winter coats? Hell even Halloween costumes had to have the potential for warm clothes. That doesn't happen any more! Gloab warming I guess...or La Nina. One of those things. It is an inconvient truth that's for sure Mr Gore.

I've already started a Christmas list. It has two things on it so far. Yay. Last year was the first year in many that I actually sat down and made a good list. Usually it's just "oh yeah I want that. Yeah I guess that'd be alright" I want a Brewers batting practice hat but I don't know how big my head is. They're fitted you see. I also want "All The President's Men" I am completly taken at the moment by the Watergate reporting. I just...mm. Loves it. Nothing is better then a movie like that to me. And if this was Conan at this time a big stamp would stamp me "Dork" instead of "Ass"

It cannot be good that I can push on one of my ribs and it pops back into place. What the hell is that all about?

So I got screwed by work. I requested next weekend off, go home see the changes, it's my pops' birthday, do a little laundry and eat some good food. And I didn't get it. That blows. I haven't been home since...mm like the third weekend of September and now I won't be home until flipping Thanksgiving and let me tell ya, if the fuck that up there will be hell to pay. I wrote that down twice now and well, phhh, if I don't get it there is no way I am staying in Whitewater all by my lonesome self. I'll raise hell.

I don't know why, but last night some guy called his wife a wiener and it made me laugh. On the inside, of course. Didn't want to look like a freak. I have no idea why it made me giggle but it did. Perhaps it was the delivery or perhaps it is because no one uses wiener anymore but hehe. It's making me laugh right now. Oh boy. Oh, this...this is just sad.

Ok. I'm done with the laughing at the juvenile word..for now. Lets face it, my head will never get out of the gutter.

And what is up with the Backstreet Boys?! First off, they're still around. Secondly Kevin is no longer in the group. I sure can pick them. Lance is gay and Kevin is no more. My record for boy bands of 0-2. I was never into 98 degrees.

Right-o. Off to make some lunch. Have a nice day.

(PS...the title? How Lowell on Wings thought I'll be home for Christmas went...)

Are You Good Enough?

I've been pamphlet-ed. Last night at work, I got pegged as a sinner. A lady gave me a pamphlet entitled, "Are You Good Enough to go to Heaven?" Does my heathen light shine that bright? She said she gives them to everyone, alright I guess. I was going to throw it away but then I thought to myself that this should make an interesting read.

Oh, it did alright. I'm such a dork that I highlighted the good parts. That's how I am, I'm a highlighter. I'll highlight something that's convicting me of eternal damnation.

Basically, it revolves around the ten commandments and how I should live my life in accordance to them. Yeah alright. But my favorite part is the end, when they tell you you're screwed. That "This may sound strange, but the worst thing you could do at this point in time is to try and clean up your lifestyle...Should a judge let a murderer go because he says he will now live a good life? No, he's in debt to justice and therefore must be punished."

Apparently you can't turn to God. "The Law of God is merely like a mirror--all a mirror does is show you the truth. If you see egg on your face, you don't try and wash yourself with the mirror, its purpose should be to send you to the water for cleansing. Neither should you try and wash yourself with the mirror of God's Law...that's not its purpose." I think I've been lied to by my pastor. Granted the last time I've talked to one was oh, 8th grade but still..

And apparently God isn't nice. He's not up for forgiving sins and well, I feel bad for the Catholics who spend time confessing their sins cause I guess that's just a waste of time in the long run. And he's vengeful. Damn. "The very thing that many people are hoping will save them on Judgement Day, God's 'goodness' will be the very thing that will condemn them. If God is good, He should punish murderers, liars, thieves, etc., and Hell will be their dreadful fate." Those poor, poor born again's. I'm sure they're gonna be pissed when they find out all this.

Oh and there's no greater insult to God then calling him a liar. Which I'm not, I'm just not calling him anything at all.

This pamphlet is so damn cheery! "Does the fact that you have sinned against God scare you? It should. You have actually angered Him by your sin." Um, ok? I like how the whole tone of this thing is into scaring you into getting down with God. Personally I don't react well to people trying to scare me or being a bitch to me. You try to scare me into something like this and the chances of me believing are slim to none.

Oh and forget your health and everything else. You need to prioritize and it should be your eternal salvation. I'm gonna use that when I go to the doctor next. "sorry doctor. I didn't have time to eat my vegetables you see, I got this pamphlet and it told me to set aside my health and work on my faith."

The ironic part of it all? This pamphlet that is anything but comforting was wrote by a dude named Ray Comfort. Thanks Ray! I'm giving you a sign with my hand right now and here's a hint: it's not a big ol' thumbs up.

I have no problem with people believing in God. I truly, honestly don't. What I have a problem with is when they try to pass it off on me. I grew up going to Sunday school and confirmation, somewhere along the way I just realized it's not for me. I'm sorry. Please stop. I'm a pessimistic person in some areas and religion is just that. I cannot wrap my head around the idea of a God who I am supposed to champion but cannot please. It makes no sense. I'm supposed to go my whole life through trying my best to please Him and still end up on the outside? I live my life with morals and ethics, most can be considered the same as Christian ideas. I don't do really bad things, I do make mistakes but at least I strive. I don't push my beliefs of science and evolution on others. If they don't agree with me then whatever, I'm not going to try to convert them to the Church of Darwin. They are my beliefs. Mine. I don't expect anyone to be just like me. I'm tolerant but I don't think I could live my life with someone who is completely immersed in God. That's just me. Plus I don't think we'd get along at all.

Ok enough with this!

I don't really have anything else to say....except there is a very real possibility that I'll get out of school in four years. Booyah grandma!

Ok I'm outtie...and no I didn't proofread beyond the spellcheck.

H A Double L O W Double E N

You know, Halloween is one of those words that I sing a song to know how to spell. I know I'm not alone, Ashley does it too. Do it with friend too but not all the time. Once in a while I'll find myself singing it as I'm spelling it. "I'm a F R I E N D Friend in deed!" Damn elementary school...

Anyway, Happy Halloween. Mine is going to be filled with night class and some suckers. That's about it. Talk about semi-depressing afternoon, first in my one class we finished watching the movie about Rwanda and well nightmares tonight thanks to the gruesome images. Genocide does not make for a nice nights sleep. Then, in my other class I was sitting there, enjoying a pink lemonade sucker and I drop it. Yeah. I drop the damn thing. Actually it was more of a fling. I was holding it and absently minded bent the stick and it went flying. A perfectly good sucker right down the tubes. I wasn't nearly done with either, that's the real kicker. And right now I just opened another, a mystery flavored one and YUCK. It was chocolate. Who in the hell would think that's good? I like chocolate when it will melt in my damn mouth not be disintegrated by my spit. (yeah, that was a little gross..sorry) So now I have a grape. And it is delicious.

Le Sigh. Anyway something more intelligible than my woes of candy.

Francisco (oooh that's fun to say) Cordero might not re-sign with the Brewers just because he wants more cash. The team wants him, he's happy in Milwaukee, he's just being a dickwad and holding out for money! That drives me nuts. Athletes and their need for millions of dollars. Oh boo hoo. You poor thing, on you're salary you might not be able to go buy that third house you've always wanted not to mention the $400,000 car. It is just cruel and unusual to expect you to get by with just two multimillion dollar houses and the cars you have now.
Give me a break. You play freaking baseball for a living. Oh that's a tough job. Why don't you go get a real one and make $35,00 a year and see how you like it mmk? Cripes. Half the reason why I and many I know can't stand the Yankees is just that. The big wallet to buy the talent. The other half consists of just pure annoyance and other things. Won't bore you with it, though I'm guessing that it's too late.

Still waiting for that intelligible thought? Yeah alright.

Well, I am completely intoxicated with the idea of writing something, a story, a movie, a whatever, in a epistolary form. Except instead of using letters as the narration using a blog. It'd be classic literary form meets the 21st century. Not so much Sex and the City where the show is narrated from Carries articles because that, to me at least, isn't a true narration of the events. It's more her posing questions about dudes and doing it.

I don't know. I think it could work, but how exactly I'm not sure. The idea has been kicking around in my head for a little while now.

Alrighty. I feel like laying down so I think I might.

Hasta la pasta

Those school girl days...

I love animal crackers. Both frosted and non-frosted. Right now I have a nice 3 pound bag of the non-frosted ones, and I think I've ate about two pounds so far which sounds kinda nasty, anyway, I love to play with them. I'll be sitting there watching TV and having the camel be chased by the buffalo. The end result? The camel's head getting bit off before the buffalo meets his untimely demise. Stampedes of cows are met with a monster of pearly (off)white complexion that chops them off at the legs. I found that if I bite the head off of one I can stick it on the body of another by licking the two pieces and sticking them together. So not only do I get to mangle animals I get to mutate them as well. I think that you are never too old to enjoy the fun of animal crackers. The same goes with balloons.

Balloons are fun regardless of age. At the start the amusement was because they floated. Then came the chasing/popping stage and then the hot lava stage. And the appeal of trying to keep the balloon from hitting the ground still lingers. I also like it when a string is attached so I can beat it like one of those paddle things. Very Blazing Saddles. I also like to attempt to kick it. You can just whip them around and not worry about breaking stuff while releasing some stress. They are magnificent!

...and I just wasted five minutes playing with one.

Gah. Headache.

I'm outtie and remember...I less than three you.

(get it?! hehe.)

Knock Three Times...

Hello one and the other two or three people that read this thing.

So, knock on wood, I think the internet will no longer be a bitch. I'm looking around my room and it'll be hard to find some real wood. Meh, I'll take this fake crap and knock on it.

So ahny-ways. Want to read of a testament to my political nerdness? There's a letter on the counter from the Census Bureau and I got all excited because I thought that the census was this year. Silly me, it's not. They're doing a survey about the CPI or something. Not nearly as fun as being counted in order to find out the proper congressional representation!

Yeah. What can I say? I was thinking the other day how I am the strangest cheap person. I love to give my money away to those who need it but to spring for name brand bread? That's crazy talk. What does that make me? Well, I guess a democrat.

Alright I was gonna type more but surprise surprise! I actually have something to do! YAY!

Peace out my home dawgs.

Awkward.

Awkward. Awkward awkwardawkwardawkward awk-word. AWKWARD!

Whew. Ok. Got that off my chest. (and does anyone else think the word awkward looks just that? Awkward? The w's mushing with the k. No?) What's awkward? Well I can't really say. I just had to let it out.

Now that that's over with...

I don't like Rachel Ray. (just jumping right into it) I can't stand the woman and I have to see her face everyday at work because she's on Ritz cracker boxes. Not to mention magazines. She annoys the piss out of me. Maybe it's because she seems to be on all the time or maybe it's because she thinks shes cleaver but really not. Or it could be her voice. Something about her voice, the accent she has going on and the sheer volume that she uses drives me bonkers. "Oh my gawd. Would you look at this potata! Its HUGE! I'm gonna slice it up and add some salt and butter and MM. You are going to LOVE IT!" I like voices, I'm huge on voices. A dude could be the sexiest man alive but if I can't stand the way he talks then screw it. Jack Davenport...sexy voice. I could listen to him talk all day about absolutely nothing. I would watch a crappy movie just to hear those succulent tones. Mike Rowe. Nice voice. Comforting tones that sort of engulf you and put you at ease. I just like voices and Rachel Ray's is anything but comforting. And that stupid little smirky face. People who smile too much while talking are creepy. To be flashing the whites at all times even when talking about how to properly season a pork loin isn't necessary. You don't need to look pissed or anything just talk. Look content or whatever. Aye. The woman needs to be stopped.

...I just like voices. But not my own. Isn't it weird how if you hear yourself talk on a tape or video it is the most horrendous thing? My own voice is awful to me! Don't mind hearing it through my head but yikes. I pity the fools who listen to me talk. Perhaps that's why I'm not so much a talker and more of a typer. That and I'm a little slow with the witty reporte. (rapport? raportay? Ok so if I'm gonna use a word I should really know how to spell it I know. Just sound it out and see if you get it) Or I have a certain internal filter that won't let me say what I want to say out loud for fear of whatever but I can do it from behind my desk so I can hide behind it. Don't know. Probably doesn't help I had a speech impediment.

Right-o. I have a freaking paper to write. Due tomorrow and how far am I? I got nothing.

Adios amigos.

Roll, roll, roll in zee dough.

Another day, another dollar. Got paid today. Won't say the amount because it'll probably make you jealous. If you were a sweatshop working making a buck 75 an hour that is. If you don't then there is a fighting chance you probably make a shit ton more than me.

But anyway, moving on. I think I can wear a costume to work tomorrow for the Halloween festivities but I'm not too sure. I mean I saw a sign and everything but I was talking with a boss lady and she didn't think so. So I probably won't dress up. Which won't suck too much since 1) I don't have a costume and 2) the badgers play tomorrow so I can wear jeans as is. Though I did get to thinking about costume ideas on the way home and I came up with baseball fan (woohoo Counsell shirt!) and a roughneck. (damn you Dirty Jobs!) You know, just splash some mud or mud looking substance onto some cheap clothes and my face and viola, instant oil driller.

Hey, perfect segway (wtf is that not a word or am I just dumb?) to something on my list! The comparison of this store with my old one. Wait did I do this already? No I don't think so. Well. Let me tellya, there is a difference. (Since I'm lazy and can't just do initials of the towns that the stores are in since they both start with F's it'll be C and P. Figure that one out wise person!) First off, the customers at P are so much freaking nicer then those at C it is ridiculous! I mean I've been there a little over a month now and I haven't really had a bitch extraordinaire yet. At C I got like ten of those a week. And no one at P watches the screen like a frigging hawk to make sure the prices are right like at C. The people are just so damn nice. It's a tad bit scary coming from a store where I got a little nervous if something didn't go right ie something wasn't scanning to a store where shit, you can take all damn day and they don't mind. Yes I know that the demographics at P are far different then at C. P is in a small town, C is in a hub of cities all around. You get that neighborly feel at P while at C it's like um, who the hell are you person? Holy crap. I just thought of this, I don't think there is anyone but white people working at P. Huh. Well that's a difference right there. At C you didn't go bag for other people if you didn't have a customer. And if you did it was only to a register next door, it was risque if you went three away. Shit. At P I'll be on two and the person who is on 7 will come bag for me and no one has any issues with it. It's just so weird! I'm going to get spoiled at this store. I'll go back to C, all bright eyed and thinking that people aren't as bad as I once thought they were and then SMACK! I'm gonna get hit across the face with a metaphoric fist as the first person comes through my line and bitches that the avocados should be a dollar. Then I'll remember my doubt in humanity. It'll come rushing back.

Funny thing. My pessimistic out look at things, most notable people, is a good quality for journalists. The second guessing what everyone says and stuff like that is good. Score! A skill set I have that didn't take anything to get it. Me likey. And I've also decided that when I look back at my college years I'm going to refer to it as J school. You know, journalism school. Though technically I don't go to a school that has a journalism school. But saying "back in CA school" is no fun. Communications and Arts just lacks fun. J school makes me sound like someone special. Like Med school or Law school. It's the shit. Ooooh and Grad school. I'll just go to grad school so I can say that. "Well while at J school I decided to go on to Grad school, become a master of the field of mass communication. I've been thinking of perhaps gaining my PhD as well. So then it's off to post-grad school and a 200 page thesis on the media consolidation in the United States with a special emphasis on the print medium. Just call me doctor" And theres a sentece that I'll never utter again. Though if I do it'll be with the affluent voice that I typed it in. Oh yeah.

This is getting too long. Have a nice night.

Crossing things off.

Deed deedle dee.

So the interent is being as moody as a 13 year old. One minute fine, the next its driving you crazy. I'll have to deal.

Sad. I'm sitting here at this time on a Thursday night but the sweet sweet nectar of cyber space always pulls me in when its available.

Anywhoo. Making my way down my list of blog ideas. Chugging away on the thought train. Toot toot. Lets see here...I have wrote on my sheet.... Welding and pen separation. No, those two topics aren't intertwined in any way I just want to get two done in one go.

For some odd reason I have the urge to learn how to weld. I don't know how or why this urge came about but there is something about hot flames and melting steel that I'm all for. It isn't like I have Flashdance aspirations...mainly because I've never seen the movie but I have seen I Love the 80s and know what its about. I think it'd be oddly fun. Probably because I have never done anything like it before so why not try my handy skills with something flaming?

Right. Thought I'd share that!

Now for pen separation. I lent a kid one of my pens the other day (and that is huge for me!) and well, it wasn't right. I feel like a nervous mama or something. I kept looking over to make sure it wasn't being disrespected in anyway. (You know, being twirled in a disorderly fashion or being sucked on) As it got time to leave I became slightly nervous I wouldn't get it back. So I lingered a little, trying to show that I need my pen to move on. It ended well except it was violated with germs from coughing. Poor pen.

I really need to not be so damn weird when it comes to those. I mean really. If someone asks to borrow my pen I make a conscious effort to give them the crappiest one I have. Or if I can't I might lie and say I don't have another but here, take this pencil. Or at work I watch the perpetrator like a hawk and make sure they don't walk about with my pen. My pen. There is a difference between the pen left out for customers and the one I keep for myself. I care about the customer one primarily to protect my own.

How pathetic.

I need a boyfriend.