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!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
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!)
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!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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!
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!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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!
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!
Friday, December 7, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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!
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!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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.)
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.
Monday, December 3, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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.)
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.)
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