Sunday, April 28, 2013

Which one was funnier?!

I watched these Two Shows (at different times of course), and I COULDN'T decide which one I thought was Funnier!! So, I thought I would Share with the World so they could all laugh too. Now in Order for You to really understand the Humor in these two things you have to set the scene and really picture it. I have set the scenes as best as I can, but you will just have to use your imagination as well. Thank you.

New Girl:

Schmidt wants a "Californian Lionfish" but they are illegal to own, and he's going through a bad breakup, so he's got some issues right now. Since he can't have the "Lionfish" Winston brings him a "Clownfish" (like Nemo), and Schmidt's reply to that was:

"I dont want some janky ass freshwater bitch fish, I want my pretty fish!!"

The look on Winston's face was hilarious!!!

My Name is Earl:

Earl and Randy are watching a little boy, who everybody besides Earl is convinced is evil/knows "voodoo" magic. Earl and Randy take the Boy to Joy's house for the Earl and Joy's kid's Birthday Party. Joy starts talking to the boy to try to put a little "fear" into him, so everybody will quit being so creeped out. The Boy then turns to Joy and says something in Spanish, that Joy is convinced is a "voodoo" curse, that will make her lose her hair. She doesn't handle it so well. The Short Conversation between her and Earl went like this:

(in a Southern/Twangy Accent..Like Mine)

Joy: "Get that kid outta here he's evil!!"
Earl: "Calm down he's just a little kid"
Joy: "Uh huh, so was The Omen, The Exorcist, and all them little Children in the Corn!!"

Gotta Love Crazy Hillbillies!!

See why they were Funny as Everything to Me!! Hope Somebody Else Shares My Sense of Humor!!

Friday, April 26, 2013

I am too damn old for this.

I Am Far Too Old For Acne! I AM Not A Teenager Anymore! I Didn’t Even Have Acne As A Teenager!! I Call Bullshit!! But You Know, Nothing I Can Do To Change IT. Why My Hormones Have Decided To Go All WACKADOO!! Is Beyond Me!

Just thought that I would share my experience from when I tried to “Clear Up my Acne with ACV” with the world.

However, to really appreciate the story you must first realize that my skin has been breaking out very bad. Why? I have no clue I guess it’s just the Universe's way of saying "Ha-ha we do what we want". I have tried every over the counter acne product that they make (including Proactiv, and it sucked butt), but I digress. After all these products have failed me I decided to start trying "homemade" remedies. Inigo gave me a recipe for a homemade concoction that worked for a long while but as fate would have it eventually slowed down its working process. So it was brought to my attention that Apple Cider Vinegar was good for skin, acne, among many other things, also I talked to Inigo about it, so I decided to give it a try.

Well that was where it all went to Hades...

I was so very tired one night but I said to myself "Katie, you gotta wash your face in that stuff, get up or you’ll never get your skin cleared up". So I got up, went to the bathroom and proceeded to wash my face with the ACV. Well somewhere between getting up, and washing my face I had forgotten that Inigo had told me to dilute the ACV. So what did I do? That’s right people I proceeded to slap straight ACV all over my face resulting in immediate coughing, sneezing, watery eyes, cussing, the instant feeling that a dragon had breathed fire into my face, and god awful odor. Also, from the initial pain the ACV got away from me and rolled into my eyes and mouth, and let me just tell you people if you’ve never had a mouthful or an eyeful of ACV in your lifetime, then don’t because it’s NOT AT ALL PLEASANT!!

And if all of that wasn’t good enough I then emerged from the bathroom half-blinded, still in searing pain looking for help, and what did my wonderful loving family do? Help? No let me tell you how this went down:
They proceeded to hide and say "No get away you smell like Vinegar"!! They’re such Loving People!!

The point of this story that I’m sharing is if your using ACV, REMEMBER to Dilute it, NEVER run to your family for help if covered in vinegar, and I SHOULD REALLY THINK certain things through a little more.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Once again reminded of age.... thanks Class of 2008.

Today I received an invitation (via Facebook), from a couple of girls that have decided to throw my graduating class and I, a 5 year High School Reunion. I am very aware of how long that I have been out of Highschool, I remember when I graduated (I was there you know). Being reminded of this fact does not bring back "happy" memories, nor does it make Me reminisce of my so-called "glory days".  No, instead it makes me think "Haha Hussies I still fit in my old earrings from Highschool". Not really, but trying to have a sense of Humor about the situation makes Me not want to commit utter "Harry Carry" (if you know what I mean). Please see below for how the invitation was written, and see if you would have been mildly offended. 

**My Invite To 5 Year Reunion: "You guys, we graduated five years ago. That means we graduated BEFORE: 

  • Obama was elected, the first time. 
  • We ever heard of "swine flu" 
  • Michael Jackson died. 
  • Twilight... 
  • The economy tanked. 
  • Obama was re-elected. *
  • Verizon got the iPhone 
  • Lindsey Lohan went to jail...for the first time.                                  

Do you feel old yet? If so, then you should come to our 5 year reunion and hang out with all of your old classmates! This is an interest group only, so if no one is interested, we won't have a reunion. No date set as of now, but the tentative plan is for sometime mid June. We will know more soon! Just a heads up--we plan on having this catered, and will likely be asking for $7-$10 donations per person to cover the cost. 

Let the group know if you're interested, and feel free to add other classmates that I overlooked. Also, if you are in contact with someone who is under a rock and doesn't have Facebook, if you could send either Amber or myself their contact information, that would be awesome! Now have a good day, and don't break a hip! 

Seriously? How are you first going to remind Me that I'm not "getting any younger" and then ask for money? Really? Are these people Nutty? When I received this invitation I thought to myself "WTH", I can't believe they would even include them two factors in the same invitation. It was a nice thought. I'm sure that it will be a lot of fun. I'm not going on a count of work, and things like that, but I'm sure there are a lot of my former classmates going. I hope that they have fun. It was nice of them to send me an invitation. I Think... 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Amy Dean. (Happy birthday, sweet girl).

Today is the birthday of my dear friend Amy Dean Ferguson. Amy is 23 years old as of today. She was one of the kindest, most beautiful, sincere people that I have ever met in my lifetime. 

Sadly, on July 4, 2009, when we were a mere 19 years old, she was in a car wreck, that claimed her life. Getting that call on that July morning was incredibly hard. At first I didn't want to believe it. No matter how sick of a joke it would have been, I was still hoping that it was in fact that. 

Unfortunately, that was not the case on that particular day. Losing her was incredibly painful. Not just for me, as she was one of my dearest friends, but also for her son (Chandler Seth), her parents, and a slue of other people, whose lives Amy touched, and trust me there are A LOT of them. I recently put a post on my Facebook page for all of our friends that also lost her in celebration of Amy's 23rd Birthday. 

It read like this: 

"Happy Birthday, Amy Dean!! Amy was a great friend to myself and to many people that I know. We all grew up in such a small community that it was extremely easy to get close to someone, and it was Amy that touched every one of us. Anyone could be having the worse day ever, and Amy could walk into the room and smile at them once, and it was like "poof all good now". Her smile was brighter than anyone's that I have ever seen, and who could forget the way she sneezed? Like a mouse!! Always three times, since we were little kids, it was weird. Like the rest of us she went through many stages, including but not limited to her "Avril Lavigne" stage which was fun, seeing her in ties and a lot of black eyeliner. Chandler was her pride and joy, she loved that kid more than anything, and that's saying a lot, because she was so full of love for everyone and everything! It was one of the saddest days of my life, among with any other people I know when we got that call/message on that July morning telling us that Amy had been taken away from us when we were the mere age of 19. But, Amy would want us to remember the good memories, and there are a lot, so in true Amy Fashion that's what we shall do!! Happy 23rd Birthday, Skippy!! We love you and miss you!!" 

Followed by Amy's Favorite Quote: 

"Laugh your heart out, dance in the rain, cherish the memories, ignore the pain, love and learn, forgive and forget, because remember, you only have one life to live" 

That quote suited her and her entire life. I miss Amy everyday, and will always cherish the memories that we have together. I love you, Skippy!! Miss you!! Remember you Always!!

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Getting older or growing up? It's a fine line, you know.

My Question is :

Am I at the point in my life where I am growing up, or am I simply just getting old? I had this conversation with Momma. I have held a full-time job since I was 15 years old, and according to Momma, hit maturity at a very young age. Yet, I still find myself wondering, since I have been pretty much an adult since such a young age, did it make me an old lady or is it the fact that I am old that makes me old? I think I'm going with I'm not old I'm just mature. Ok, maybe not so much mature, because I still find immature and childish things at times incredibly funny, but it's my blog and life, so that's what I'm going with.

The conversation between Momma and myself happened while driving down the road one day. It was a chilly day out, and she had turned to me and asked the question "what do you want for dinner"? Simple enough question, right? WRONG! The question wasn't what had caused the explosion in my brain, no, that came from the fact that my brain doesn't know what to do with itself or the rest of me at times. The question was simple enough, in fact it was one of the simplest questions ever, and asked across the world everyday. However, when my brain tried to process it a million factors went through my head such as: heartburn, acid reflux, bad breath, leftover possibly, grease factors (I wanted the grease, not the healthy route)... and that's when it all stopped and only one thought was stuck in my head.

Now, mind you while I was having this conversation all by myself, in my head, Momma was driving down the road all like: "Katie, hello! Are you gonna answer me or not?" Finally, knowing me like she does so well, she chose to smack me in the back of the head to snap me back into reality. When I came back to reality, she said "ok, I know that look, what were you thinking?"

The realization just hit me like a ton of bricks, yes I am getting older! Now I am very aware that 23 is still very young, and that I still have a long way to go before I'm considered "old", however during this conversation I thought to myself dang!!

The conversation went like this:

By the way when I say "the conversation" I mean I was talking, and rambling on, and Momma just listened, nodded, and laughed hysterically (thanks a lot):

"In the good ole days 6,7, or even 8 of us would all pile into 1 truck (usually an old beat up one that looked rough, but ran with ease). If you were to look into that truck you would see all of us sitting on each other, practically laying half in/out of the windows. We screamed, laughed, drank, ate whatever was left over from the night before, and passed out in random fields. Basically, just had a whole lot of FUN!

Now skip to early twenties:

What's the First thing I do while getting into a new vehicle you ask. Well, I shall tell you..       

  •  Uhh, There's No Seatbelts? Really? What's the Crash Test Rating?

Followed by other moments in my life:

  • Oh my God! I can't go party tonight! It's Friday, and been a very stressful week!! Plus I have to be back at work on Monday morning!
  • Oh, I can't drink that! I'll get heartburn!
  • Oh no really, I can't eat that! My digestive system just can't process it, nor handle it!

Boy how times change!!! When did I all of the sudden become a little old lady??! Good times!! Good times!! You should've seen Momma laughing, she thought it was hilarious! Glad that my mid-life crisis was so amusing to her! I say that cause I figure I'm halfway through life until my mid-life crisis. Strange, definitely! But, life's more fun that way!!

Monday, April 15, 2013


Today is one of those kind of days that no one wants to think about. One that brings tears and questions.

Questions of why, how, who?

It's the kind of day that reminds us all that we are so very human.

And fragile.

And tests to determine our strength and resilience.

It reminds us that life is short and tells us to hold the ones we love the most close to us everyday.

There are families tonight that will never have that opportunity again.

Tonight we pray. And love.

And tomorrow? We start rebuilding.

Here's to you, Boston. We stand with you.... united.