I got a ticket to Minneapolis.....Yeah....I just purchased it. After the whole car thing, it's the only way I figured I could cheer myself up. For all of you dying to be in Minneapolis over Thanksgiving week, you can find me there from Nov. 23 to Nov. 28. I can't wait. So open your eyes, because I'm coming home!!!!!!!!

Well, I got into a car accident this morning. It was my fault. I'm full of self loathing right now. I need a nap. I won't go into any gory details, but it was a sincere accident. I've been an emotional roller coaster all day. I got my car to a body shop, I got a rental, I got it under control. Thank GOD! No one was hurt and it's going to be OK. The front end of my car is all pushed in (I rear ended someone). It's not pretty, but the people at the body shop were super helpful and friendly and were able to help me nicely through my time of need.

I did eventually make it to work, and I even got some work done. The people at work had my cube all decorated for my birthday, they are so sweet. One of the ladies in the office knew that I loved Pooh (as in Winnie the). There was a big ol' Pooh Bear sitting on my keyboard........Awwww. I just think the people I work with are great. Of course I did have to recount all the gory details for them, about 20 times. There was lunch and cake in the afternoon. It's nice that they care enough to do it for me!

Anyway......that's all I feel like typing for now. I'm going to go take a nap and hopefully get rid of this killer headache! Bye for now!

Beer Thirty!

I have another show that I am secretly addicted to....The Bachelor. I know, I know.....it's bad. I started watching when it was The Bachelorette. Well, It started off good, until I realized what a pig Bob is. I was slightly infatuated with Bob, but now I think he is an ass. It's like he's leading these girls on, and he's going to be shitting on all but one of them. What a jerk!

OK, so I must also admit that I am 3 beers into a 6-pack.....ooops, but that isn't the liquor talking......you don't even know how many words I have had to go back and correct. Out of CONTROL!

Special hugs go out to my friend Jim who makes me laugh. It's nice to know I can call him anytime and it's like I'm still in Minneapolis. My friend Jeff who sent me an email that put a smile on my face today, and my friend Jenny who I am still in touch with after more 20 years of being friends (can you believe it's been that long!). I don't know why I am so sentimental tonight, it's probably the damn beers, but I miss everyone so much......I'm crying now because I want nothing more than to continue to be a part of all these peoples lives and to let them know how they have touched my life. Also probably because nothing ever happens the way it is planned and I miss my old life as messed up as it was sometimes. Ok, I'm going to go, I don't want to bring everyone down. Just know that I appreciate you reading and I'll probably regret posting this when I don't have 3 beers in me.......good night!

24

I have an addiction. I have to tell only because it will help cleanse me of my sins. Yeah, right! I love 24. Yes the TV Show. I love Keifer Sutherland and his new HOTTIE, I mean very lickable, I mean scrumptious, I mean yummy side kick. I was glued to the TV for an hour last night, and it seemed as if only minutes had passed. This is by far the best show on TV right now, and if you aren't watching it, they you obviously have a life. Me, well, I'm happy with my TV. I think that when it finally proposes I'll say yes. I just hope the rock is HUGE! OK, well, that was the extent of my evening last night.

In other news, I'm trying to decide if it is a Chipotle day or not.......I think it is, I best be going......Have a great day.

Birthday 6 days and counting.....

A birthday you say. You must be kidding...whose? Or is is Who's? Anyway, it's mine...yes, 6 days and counting.....

A story for you.....

My grandpa and I shared the same birthday. I always thought it was cool, because I didn't mind sharing my special day with someone that I admired so much. I was always Grandpa's little girl, being the cutest of all the grandchildren. When he mowed his lawn I would sit on his lap as he drove the rider mower around. When he drank his martini's, I would "sneak" an olive and suck all the alcohol out and dip it back in for a bit more of the good stuff. He had a workshop in the basement where I would watch him work, he made the most amazing things with stained glass. I have a necklace that he gave me that said "Grandpa's Little Helper".

We started living with him when I started my 7th Grade year. That meant steak dinners a few times a week and the best grilled food imaginable. He passed away the October of my senior year of High School. It was a very difficult time for me. I still think of him often and get a bit melancholy this time of year. I drink martini's still, I don't have to sneak anymore....and the olive is my very favorite part.

Chatty Katty

Today I am going to be chatty Katty! I feel so full of things to say, but, trust me they will be in small easy to read doses! Last night I was slightly distracted with my "virtual life" so it may not have made much sense. I went to the Wal-Mart to purchase a new shower curtain. The old shower curtain was a little boy's. It had cars and trees, bright colors and such. It was not really my taste. I've got my own bathroom, so I decided to make it a grown up bathroom. I purchased a white waffle weave shower curtain and new, shiny shower curtain hooks, a liner and a bath mat. I was pleasantly surprised with myself that I only purchased what I needed and not anything else. Anyway, the "express" line was forever and a day long (I think the people in front of me had more than the 20 items). I got my new purchases home and the hooks were in this unbelievely difficult to remove packaging. Well, I did manage to get everything up and it looks great. But the Drain-o that I purchased didn't do it's trick and the drain is still slow moving.

Overall, I am highly satisfied. Tonight I'll take pictures to bore you even more with my unexciting life, but at least it's a bit prettier and grown-up.

Things that irritate me.....

Items that are over packaged or difficult to get out of packaging.

Express lanes where the checker outer person is r.e.a.l.l.y s.l.o.w.

Forgetting where I put something when I put it in a safe spot.

Slow draining drains......

People who say they are going to call and they never do.

But I digress......

Another boring Monday......I got up super early and was at work a little after 6 AM......right now I am full of energy, but know if I don't go to sleep soon there will be hell to pay........Have a great week.

Stuck in the 80's

I am very stuck in the 80's. When I awoke this morning and was able to gain control of the remote I started scrolling through the channels to be pleasantly surprised that Say Anything... was on TV. During one of those annoying commercial breaks I surfed some more and found Pretty In Pink. I finished watching that....took a shower and got ready. When I turned on the TV again I found The Princess Bride. OH, I have been the happiest almost 30 year old this morning.....you would think today's my birthday....it came a week early.

I'm pretty sure that by the end of November I will not longer be a waitress. I hate that job. It's not because of the customers, it's not because of the other servers, it's because of the management. GASP! I know you are all in shock because Management is suppossed to understand and help. They need to be all things to all people. Well, I'm not asking for that much, just don't give every other server in the joint 6 tables with lots of people and give me only 4 tables with 2-3 people. Make it fair. I think the manager hates me, and I dislike him greatly. When I tell them I won't be able to work around Thanksgiving, I'll just let them know to not expect me back afterwards. Hopefully I can find something else before then, but if not, that's my deadline.

On a happier note, I had a great table last night, they realized I wasn't from Texas (I think the accent gave it away) and we made friends. Although it sounds a bit weird, the female of the couple gave me her number and offered to hang out with me and stuff. She moved here from New York and has found it difficult to meet sincerely nice people (like me---sometimes). Anyway....I'm pretty excited about it. That means no more desperate pleas on here for people to be my friend......

OK, Have a great Friday and I will update you about the weekend......we'll see if Mr. Monday night bothers to call.....undecided on weather to shoot him down or go ahead and forgive......

So, Mr. Monday Night......he sent me a message.....he was out of town....here's the excuse.....

Kat, Sorry i was unable to make it on Monday night. I just got
back into town this morning. We purchased seven stores in the western us and
i had to go out visit each location before we closed the deal. I will try to
drop you a line later on this week when things calm down. Once again sorry
for not getting back to you sooner. G

Well, I'm not sure how to handle this....should I be OK with it and say sure I'll give you another chance..Or do I react like a total bitch and be like you didn't call you bastard.....it's your vote.....answer in the Shout Out's below.....

After much deliberation amongst myselves (and the release of anger) I thought that possibly Mr. Monday night didn't want our "date" posted for the world to see. That he wanted a more personal and intimate "date" where the dirty details wouldn't be in print for the world to see 5 minutes after I got home. Well, I thought and thought, and I said, "Whatever". Anyone who is willing to take the time to hang out with me will be subjected to a publicized relationship. It's not like this is the front page of the Star! Anyway, I'm whatevering the whole situation and cataloguing it in the file marked, TOO STUPID OR INCONSIDERATE TO EVEN CALL.

I wouldn't want my readers to go through the hidden, cryptic mood swings I had while dating Troy-boy. My mom didn't know he was living with me and the drama the ensued with that was never fully documented due to my "secret life". Well, no more secrets. It's all out there in the open. Which I enjoy, and I hope y'all (how Texan) do to. So, on with the show.

Otherwise nothing to report. My life is boring. But, I'm not pissy anymore.....I adjust easily.

He didn't call. How shitty!

The other day I sent out this e-mail to some friends (believe me this is not a common occurance):

A KEEPER
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing,
reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant
affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that clear summer's night, In the warmth of
the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any 'more.' Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up
and goes away...never to return.
So...while we have it....it's best we love it..... and care for it .....and
fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick. This is true.....for
marriage.....and old cars..... and children with bad report cards.....and
dogs with bad hips..... and aging parents.....and grandparents. We keep them
because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate
we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like
people we know who are special..... and so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! then I sent it to
the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to
all those people that are "keepers" in your life...like you!! You're a
Keeper!

I know, I know, it's all sappy and stuff......but interesting enough I received this back:

thank you princess...that's a very special thought and it means a lot coming from you.

dan

Now, I looked through the list of people that I mailed this to, and there is only one Dan on the list, and his last name does not match that of the senders. But, I have a feeling that I must know this person because they addressed me as Princess. For the life of me, I have no idea who this person is. So I'm going to email them back and see what kind of response I get. Damn, that old age is getting me already. All this after I just threatened to put my mom in the home. YIKES!!!

I'll keep you updated.

Girlie Time!

Joy and I spent some quality girlie time together on Friday night before she went out on a date with her fiancee! I love girlie time. Susan and I used to do girlie stuff together alot, and with me missing Minneapolis so much, it was nice.

We went and got our nails done together, we also got waxed (eyebrow wax). I got the pedicure too, but Joy's never had one, and wasn't so sure about it. I was so pleased with the outcome. Too bad there's no men to share my new beauty treatment with, I was asleep before 10PM last night. Geesh! I was "watching" the boy for Joy too. He called her after I fell asleep with book in hand. I felt bad that he was scared, but if anything was really wrong I would have gotten up. Joy seems to think that the boy was afraid that I would yell at him. I feel bad about that too, I'm not yellie all the time, just when the boy is running up and down the stairs while I'm in bed.

Anyway, speaking of dates, I do have one on Monday evening. Not really so much a date though as something else. I don't know what to call it. How about a "date". Because that really doesn't imply that it's a real date. Awhile back, when I first moved to Houston, I got an email from one of the readers about a website called www.bbwdatefinder.com. So, I went to check it out and put up my profile. I've gotten a couple of responses. I paid the $20 bucks for a months service to actually speak with some of these people. Anyway, I had one date about a month ago, that didn't pan out, I think he was just looking for sex, which I'm not just dishing out to the first guy that buys me dinner. So, that went no where. I've been talking to this other guy, let's call him GR. We've been chatting online for at least a month. He seems nice. He told me he's tall, which is a bonus. I think 6'4" or something like that. So I gave him my cell number and told him to call me Sunday night to confirm our "date". I'm not sure what we're going to do, we'll make concrete plans tomorrow, but I will keep you updated.

My search for true love continues........

What an Ass......hole!

As a server you have to occassionally deal with people you would swerve to avoid in the supermarket. Their sign of ev-eil is marked by the smile that doesn't quite reach their lips and the first immobilizing moment of eye contact.

Last night at my second job as a server (waitress for those of you not in the know--it's kind of like calling a garbageman a sanitation engineer) my first table of the night was this guy and his family of ev-eil. I knew it was going to be bad when they couldn't collectively decide on beverages and they made me run back and forth for each beverage order. It eventually ended up being a kiddie cocktail (which I had to make twice before it tasted "right" to the 8 year old) 2 waters (heavily iced with lemon) and two glasses (not mugs, but glasses) of hot water so the mom and dad could make their own "decaf" tea. Also they needed plenty of ice (which I made 3 trips for) in which to cool thier decaf creation. I hated how they talked to me, I hated how they addressed me and most of all I hated how they treated me.

So, the first course is cheese. I go out to the table to make their cheese fondue for them. Some of them were snacking on the first cheese I finished as I made the second one. One of the girls wasn't eating at all. Her friend/sister/bee-yatch asked her if she was going to eat any cheese, or was she afraid of getting fat? Now, I am comfortable with who I am, but I totally felt like this comment was directed at me. I gave her my ev-eil eye look and quickly finished. I let them simmer for awhile. I made it back and they told me they were in a rush and could I push them through the next three courses. They had all eaten at the restaurant before so as soon as I put down the food they started cooking. That's a big no-no because I have a presentation and warnings to go through. They are ignoring me like I am invisible. I finally just dumped the shit on the table. As I was ready to walk away, the guy stops me and asks me about the sauces again. If you were paying attention when you should have been then I wouldn't have to go over this again would I, you f*^k!!

So, dinner is done, I clean up as fast as I can, get dessert out and walk away happy that I avoided any more uncomfortable situations. That is until I go to drop the check. They are all looking around for something.....and this is how the conversation goes (roughly--my thoughts are in italics):

"We lost a pin?"

"A pen or a pin?" (enuciating clearly as to find out what the actual object was that was missing) (This guy is an idiot!)

"A pin, a pin, we lost a pin!"

"Like a writing utensil?" (while I made the writing motion with my hands--you jackass)

"Yes, a pin, that's what I said. You're in Texas now, you better learn how to talk to a southerner!" (at this point he is standing up and talking loudly in my face)

"I'm sorry, I just didn't understand you," I said. (If I had a gun I would kill you)

"Say pin, I want you to say pin, pin, pin, say pin"

"PEN" (you hillbilly f*&k)

"NO, PIN!"

"PIN, PIN"

"It's a PIN"

I get out my lighter so I can see under the table to find the damn PIN. I don't see it anywhere. The guy sits down, and says that he was just kidding about the whole situation we went through. I was speechless, I left the check on the table never to return again. Michelle went out and got it for me and ran the guys credit card. I hate some people. I have never in 10 years of customer service ever been so humiliated in my whole life.

The worst part is, is that afterwards when I related the story (some of the other servers saw the whole scene) I thought of this great thing I could have said, but as always it was too late. In that movie Anger Management with Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler, Jack says to Adam, "I'm going to need you to RETARD your anger". I laughed my butt off at that. Well, I wish I would have said it to this guy.....I was already getting an automatic 18% gratuity so what did I care.....well, I guess I wouldn't have, I know how to treat people like people, instead of servants. Remember this the next time you go out to eat, don't be a cheapskate and drink just water if you want something else, treat your server with respect and above all, RETARD YOUR ANGER!!!!

Buying a bra

Last night I ventured out the the "Wal-Mart" in order to procure some items. As I was getting up from the couch I felt the underwire on my bra break. If this has ever happened to any of you ladies, you know that this can be a very painful experience. So I decided that while I was at the "Wal-Mart" I would purchase new, ah-hem, bra. So, off I go to the new happiest place on earth (because let me tell you Wal-Mart is king in Texas). Anyway, there were a few other items that I needed so I packed up (teehee) and headed out for the 1 mile drive.

For some reason I entered the store and realized that I needed more than orgionally planned. I worked my way up and down the well lit and oh so familiar isles. I need make-up, eyeshadow, totes, stuff and things. By the time I made it to lingerie my cart was mostly full. I browsed the bras and finally decided on a micro-fiber number that looked comfortable as well as stylish. Joy and I recently had a conversation about bras. How some of them feel bad and make your, ah-hem, taters look like torpedo heads (which by the way is not the desired result). I once bought two bras that were such a waste of money, I toted them around with me for over a year before finally tossing them.....they not only made me look torpedoish, but were extremely uncomfortable to boot. Anyway.....I found a bra and was happy to find that it accomplished the desired effect.

I also purchased the bra/panty combo. Something I rarely do, but figured there are lots of things I haven't done yet, I might as well get going......in order to boost my self esteem I thought it to be a good thing to do. So the next guy that makes it through the pre-required number of dates may find himself with quite an eyeful (to say the least). I'll just leave it at that.....I don't want my mom thinking I'm more tainted than she already believes me to be.

That is the extent of the excitment in my life......whoo hoo, new bra and panties......I'm so sad.

Lunch break blog

My weekend was sad and pitiful. I cleaned and worked on Saturday. On Sunday, I literally spent most of the day either on the couch (napping) or eating......I was such a lazy bum. When I woke up Monday to go to work, I was still tired....I got way too much sleep. I really need a social life. Who wants to move to Houston to be my friend. I think Joy is sick of hearing me talk. For the last couple of days while she is reading, playing her computer game, watching TV, whatever I keep finding reasons to talk to her. I'm not getting near enough social interaction. Will someone please be my friend.

What I really want is someone to call when I want to go out for a movie or a drink (or several). Someone to call me and say, hey do you want to go to Austin for the day, or hey, how about I give you a full body massage. Or, something like that. Anyway.....I'm getting lonely for Minneapolis and my friends.....although I am not complaining about the weather at all, it's 85 and sunny today.

My mouth is also watering for a Juicy Lucy from Matt's. For those of you that don't know what that is, it is only the best burger ever. Two hamburger patties with cheese in the center, cooked until the cheese is like boiling lava. Then you enjoy a pitcher of Lenie's and let the cheese cool to an edible temperature. I wish I would have bought one of their T-shirts that say "Fear the Cheese". Damn, I think I might be homesick for Minneapolis (sorry Mom).

The weather here is sucky today and I don't really want to be at work, so in the spirit of slacking off here is a list of 100 things about me (something I have seen on other blogs)

100. I'm an only child
99. I'm an army brat
98. I'm going to be 30 this year
99. My hometown is only 800 people
98. I love Dr. Pepper
97. I think that the BareNaked Ladies Rock!!!
98. I love comedies
97. I went to UW-Stout in Menomonie, WI
96. I don't use my degree
95. Rainy Days and Mondays always bring me down
94. I was born in Frankfurt, Germany
93. The first boy I ever had a crush on (that wasn't a movie star) knew about my crush, he was my neighbor.....I thought I loved him in the 4th grade
92. This was the year I graduated from High School
91. The first boy I ever told that I loved him said, "No you don't" (ouch)
90. I live for 80's music
89. My on going joke with my mom is how I am going to be putting her in a home soon
88. People who don't use their turn signals should die
87. My first car was a Buick Skylark
86. My current car is a Saturn Vue
85. I have never been to one of my class reunions
84. I laugh at everything
83. I have a thing for Ben & Jerry's Phish Food and new Brownie Batter ice cream
82. My favorite veggie is asparagus
81. My favorite color is purple
80. My favorite beer is Lenie's Honey Weiss (but Shiner Bock is a close second)
79. My favorite way to spend a rainy afternoon is with a book and a comfy chair
78. My favorite way to spend a nice afternoon is outside with a book and a blanket
77. I secretly wished I was a writer (why else would I blog)
76. I am afraid of spiders (and cockroaches)
75. I don't collect anything
74. I believe that any story is better when told well
73. The year I was born
72. I hate blogs that read like poetry, real life stuff is much better
71. I cry sometimes, mostly at sad movies and the things I have lost in my life (ie, friends, family members and belongings)
70. I'm afraid of commitment
69. I never thought that I would still be single at 30
68. I am a dog person
67. My favorite movies are old musicals, ie-Gigi, Singing in the Rain, Pillow Talk
66. I am addicted to TV
65. I chat too much on the internet
64. I have many friends and always feel fortunate about that
63. I'm a procrastinater
62. Shit is my favorite curse word
61. People tell me I look like my mother all the time
60. I had a crush on my best friends older brother in high school
59. I played basketball in high school, only because I respected the coach and didn't want to disappoint him by quitting
58. I just found out that you can hit alt + tab to put your blog editing behind what looks like a work window
57. One of my favorite people (besides my parents) is my Auntie Beth
56. Holidays aren't that important to me (only the fact that I get a day off is)
55. My first concert was REO Speedwagon
54. My number one wanna hump hump man is Mark Wahlberg, even though he is shorter than me
53. My number two is Vin Diesel....
52. I still think farting and burping are funny/impressive
51. My farts are smelly
50. My burps are usually loud
49. I call breasts taters sometimes
48. I have severe road rage
47. I hate to drive
46. I often put things in safe places only to forget where I put them
45. I call gay men Mo's (short for Homo's)
46. I spent almost 2 years going to gay bars before I got sick of it
45. I've tried online dating before, with no success yet
44. I love to drive with the windows down on nice days
43. I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a little girl
42. My friends used to call me the Dominatrix in college
41. I own two pairs of high heels, but never wear them because I am so tall
40. I hit a turkey with my car once
39. In High School I took out some guys fence with my car
38. I love doing crossword puzzles
37. I love playing card games
36. I enjoy watching Hockey because of the violence
35. Same with Rugby
34. I like pina colada's and getting caught in the rain
33. I am a romantic at heart
32. I was shy my first year of college
31. I haven't been shy since
30. I speak my mind
29. My mouth gets me into trouble
28. I sometimes brush my teeth in the shower
27. I don't exercise as much as I should
26. I don't take compliments very well
25. I like getting lost in a crowd sometimes
24. I enjoy people watching
23. I think sarcasm is the highest form of humor
22. I don't like things between my toes and I hate it when my socks aren't pulled tightly on my feet
21. I have this thing about cleaning out my ears all the time
20. Someone once told me I looked like Camryn Mannheim, but I think it's just because we're both fat
19. I thought Bob the Bachelor and I might be compatiable until I started watching the show this season only to find out he's a pig
18. I don't watch much reality television anymore
17. I think a hug is the best way to greet someone
16. Looks do matter
15. Size does too, sometimes
14. Lying is too much work to be fun
13. Keeping secrets is for someone who lives with too much guilt
12. I keep thinking that my knight in shining armour will arrive any day now
11. I sometimes pee my pants when I laugh too hard
10. Bananas are my favorite fruit
9. I am afraid of heights
8. My best feature is my smile (and my taters)
7. I hate the words helmut and davenport
6. I want to own a convertible someday
5. If I try hard enough I can get anyone to like me
4. If I don't like you, you will know it
3. I love sleeping in on the weekends
2. My first best friend ever was Katina Washington in Fort Hood, TX
1. I love to play video games

Mother Shocker!

I have a strange feeling I may have shocked my mother this morning. When I was younger I used to make a game out of it, I would tell her I was a lesbian, I was pregnant, I was whatever....as long as it provided some shock value. I enjoyed the little game. Now I am 2*&^^*((*cough, cough and I've done somethings my mother had no clue about, until I unleashed one this morning.

We were talking about the guy I dated briefly when I first moved to Houston. There were some issues there and I wasn't prepared to cater to his needs as a replacement wife. So things abruptly ended. There were some other issues there as well, the biggest being that.........(must be said in whisper behind hand) he smokes pot. GASP!!!!! Sharp intake of breath on that one. We all know about Troy.....sweetest guy ever, but also much to my dismay a huge pot smoker. I drove me crazy that he would spend all the money on POT, and not take me out to dinner. Then when he finally did, it was like, WOW, that's so great that you finally paid for something for a change. You know, Troy asked me once why we didn't spend much time in public, like going out for drinks after work or dinner, blah, blah. He thought I was ashamed to be with him, which wasn't the case at all, I just didn't want to pay for both of us all the time. Bastard!

So Mommy got a bit of a shocker when she automatically assumed that I had never smoked pot before. I know that she is probably going to be ashamed of me for letting out all my secrets (but I haven't been to a catholic confession in years and this is the next best thing), anyway, I tried pot in college. I'm not proud of it. I didn't like it at all. I threw up all over the place, I was a big old mess, I recall being in a bar (the nastiest bar in Menomonie) on my knees in the bathroom puking my guts out over the nasty toilet bowl. UUUGGGGGHHHHH! I would so much rather get shitty drunk! Party!!! WoooHooooo!!!! So, I don't think it is worth getting arrested for, or going to jail for at all. It is not something that I will ever do again. So, there it is. All out in the open, I should definately sleep better tonight.

Anyway, now I have a rule about dating guys that smoke pot. I don't want to be with them, I don't want them buying the stuff, I don't want them smoking it in front of me, and I don't want to spend the rest of my life with them. These rules I will firmly stand by, I vow. Plus how can he buy me a big ol' rock if all his money to going to pot.

Yogurt Guy, revisited

I saw yogurt guy again today. It's been over a month since I first posted about him. If I knew how to link I would, but everyone has for sure, by now, read all my exciting archieves, so you should know what I am talking about. He was in the dairy section (because that is what he does) and he wasn't as attractive as "at first sight". I think I saw him staring at me (but it could also be my overactive imagination) as I followed him about the store. Ok, Ok, I was just kidding about that last part. I had to follow him down one aisle to get to the dairy section (I had to get some dairy creamer for my coffee). Anyway, I think that for some reason he looked better kneeling at my feet as he stocked the yougurt, go figure.

As of the end of last week I have joined NetFlix. I have a two week trial membership and I thought I might as well try it out. So far I have seen, Bend It Like Beckham, great movie. I also saw Phone Booth.....although Colin Farrell is like the hottest thing since Mark Whalberg this movie sucked. First and most importantly because he did not take his shirt off, not even once.....we didn't even get to see any nipple. Why do I waste my time? My next movie is Waiting for Guffman, which I understand is a good movie, but I have my reservations.

Since I have moved into Joy's house, I have become a member of the "addicted to chat" club. I'm on yahoo messanger as Kattywhompas, so if any of you are online and wanna chat, it's easier than email, which non of you do anyway, but no pressure. See how I added the clever link in the upper left hand corner of my page. Just click and email....maybe my lame attempt at humor has frightened some of you away though. No worries. So, the whole point of me telling you about my addiction leads me to tell you the story about the sick freak that kept IM'ing me last night (only a half hour online, my best record so far)....anyway he would say really nasty stuff about how he wanted to have me watch him do nasty stuff that involved defecation and urine....enough said. I didn't even bother responding, I closed down the windows as soon as they came up, then the freak had the nerve to try to add me to his friends list. I was like, you sick f*^k. UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!! It's definately helped me to realize that it is an addiction, but for the most part a healthy one, because who needs a real life when it's all right there online.....PHLEASE!!!

Just kidding.....I have a great life....although 30 is looming over my head I am fairly satisfied with how life is working out for me right now.

I hope all of you readers take a peak at what my buddy Jeff is up to in the Chicago area race. Although I don't have much money, I am going to donate a bit to be supportive. I hope everyone has a great day!!!!

Funky Sunday

My friend Jeff is going to be in a marathon next weekend. He sent out a nice email to all of his friends and I wanted to post some of here. He is currently taking pledges, please read his letter and help if you can.

My 40th year was pretty good for me. As most of you
know, I moved from Minneapolis to Chicago last
October. I wanted to do something exciting to mark the
one year anniversary, so for the past six months I
have been training to run in the Chicago Marathon,
October 12th. I have been training with the National
AIDS Marathon Training program, which raises money for
the AIDS Foundation of Chicago.

During the six months of training we have built our
distances up to 23 miles. Now I am a week and a half
away from the marathon. The road has had some ups and
downs. I had some knee problems in the middle of the
training, but I think that all that is behind me and I
will be finishing the marathon.

I have made a commitment to raise $1300 for the AIDS
Foundation of Chicago. If your donation budget would
allow you to contribute anything, it would be greatly
appreaciated. Many of you have given already. Thank
you. The good thing about this fund raiser is that the
organization benefiting from it is the one that
approves all expenditures, so they have control over
the amount that they receive for their work.

I have a web page on their site that has a short
journal of my training experience and a picture of
some of the people in my training group. The web page
is at www.aidsmarathon.com. Click on sponsor a runner
(this does not obligate you to donate), click on
Summer Program-Chicago and Dublin Marathons, and then
in Participant or Team Information type 0102 (my
runner number). This will take you to my page where
you can read my updates and make an online donation.
This site also has a lot of information about the
program and how the funds will be used.

A few of you are going to be in Chicago the weekend of
the marathon and I can't wait to see you. If you want
to follow my progress remotely, the marathon web site
(www.chicagomarathon.com) will have instructions on
how to get updates as the race progresses. My bib
number is 21297. Cheer me on, even if it is only
through cyberspace. The race starts at 8:00am on
Sunday, October 12th. I anticipate it taking me
between 5:30 and 6 hours. Hey, I'm forty-one, I'm
feeling fortunate that I am going to finish it.

So, as the weekend comes to an end, no news is good news. I hope you all were able to enjoy the nice weather (well it was nice here anyway).

29 and counting.....

Well, I turn 30 a month from today. I can't believe I am going to be 30. I would lie about this to your face (because I can easily pass for 24 or 25), but on here there are no lies, just straight up chaotic, brutal honesty. I am going to be 30. I am single, childless (much to my mothers dismay), working a temp job, and waiting for my knight in shining armor to come and sweep me off my feet. Hoping for a movie ending in a real world I guess. Not that I feel bad about my life, I actually kind of like it, but it's a numbers game for me. 30. That's a big number to me right now.

When I turned 25 I went through a severe bought of depression. Upset with my life, unhappy about where I was. It was mostly because I didn't have the support network like I do now, unfortunately they all live 1700 miles away, but that was my choice. Anyway, if in the next month I post something that doesn't sound quite like me, ignore it and move on. I think my neourosis for the next month is going to be my way of dealing with 30.

Anyway, on to happier things. I spoke with Joy on my lunch hour today and I started off the conversation with, "So I bet you were wondering what to get me for my birthday?" Not subtle, in any way, but I got my point across.....we're going to go and see Barenaked Ladies at the Verizon Center thingie....I am super excited. I saw them in Minneapolis a couple of years ago. Great show....loved every minute of it. The only group I am actually seeing for a second time live. I just love 'em.

Oh, what other concerts have I been to, well, let me tell you. My first ever "concert" was REO Speedwagon at the Dubuque County fair. Yes, as in Dubuque, Iowa. We drove down for the night, I was with a bunch of friends....my friend Jenny was with I us I think (she reads this and I wanted to say Hi to her too, Hi Jen).....anyway, we sat behind some smelly bikers and I sang along to every song....I still love the REO. Next it was Billy Ray Cyrus at the Wisconsin State Fair, I know, I know....BRC, why? Well, mullets were cool when I was in High School, remember I am almost 30. I still have the CD and ticket stub, I guess I am a sentimentalist....(is that a word). Well, I saw Beck at First Ave when I was in college....then I can't remember what order the rest were in (not that there have been many) but I saw Janet Jackson 1 or 2 years ago, BNL (obviously), Cher (I got a little loopy at this one, but it was good), Cyndi Lauper, Billy Joel and Elton John (spendy tickets but well worth the money), No Doubt and a bunch of other bands at Edge Fest in Sommerset, Wisconsin. Oh, and two last ones...The Violent Femmes (I have seen them twice, I almost forgot) where I sprained my neck and had to go to the hottie chiropractor for a few months....and I didn't mind one bit, and damn now I forgot the other one...it will come to me, it was a smaller venue.....I....can't....remember.....damn old age. I'll hopefully remember later so I can tell you. But, don't lose any sleep over it ok.

Recently I've noticed that I have been having "Office Space" moments.....not so much with wanting to beat the hell out of the fax machine with a baseball bat moments, but more so the driving to work moments. I was a lane changer yesterday morning, every lane that I switched to magically began moving slower than previous to my lane merge. I think someone is out there trying to teach me a lesson....today I didn't change lanes at all and I was 2 minutes late for work.....lesson learned. I hate that. So tomorrow in honor of Friday I will find a new way to work, my secret way that no one else knows about.....yeah right!!!! Ok, gosh, looking back I am kind of typie today, but I will let you get back to your lives. Have a great day!!!