Wednesday, January 29, 2014

I can't believe that.

...I let Aunt Susi and Dani talk me into these things. They wouldn't leave me alone until I learned the appropriate way to take a "selfie." I hope they're happy, because this is just as good as it gets. Sorry, but I'm not sorry- I almost dropped my phone in the toilet doing this for y'all!!

Friday, January 24, 2014

My hair had grown out long and shaggy-not in that sexy-young-rockstar kind of way, but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.

So.... I've been throwing around and playing with the idea of completely changing my hair. I was ready to dye my brown hair blonde, get some highlights, cut, blow dry, straighten, then curl it. I was literally ready to rock that shit out. I completely blame Candice Accola for this idea that I had. I mean let's face it, she's so cute and bubbly that I was all- I can rock her look.

Umm...turns out- no. No I can't. Why? Because I am my own person and I like to do, look, say, listen to, read, watch, and wear everything that I like. Not just because someone else has it, does it, or wears it. It's just never been me. I was thinking blonde hair would be easier for me, because I could use dry shampoo and let it go.

Guess what? After I got my head out of the clouds and settled back on planet reality I realized a little something. When you have brown hair like me you have to bleach your hair, which is fine for a time or two, but eventually after continue use not only will it kill/fry all of the hair on your head undoubtedly making you look like Walt White, but that shit is expensive. Just saying.

Not to mention I've tried the blonde hair thing. Technically I've tried the every color hair thing and I'm not even exaggerating. Seriously every color. And every time I do- I end up liking it for all of four minutes and dying it back dark brown. See I read very much and watch masses of TV. Apparently while I was doing this I somehow picked up that blonde meant classy. No it doesn't. Then I realized some of my favorite Ladies, and yes I do stress the Ladies, in history literary, cinematic, and otherwise were brunette.

I have always loved my dark hair and I've never quite figured out why I've ever tried to change it in the past. Well, no more. I'm done. I still want something a little different, and lord knows I need a haircut like a beaver needs a chunk of wood, but I'm sticking with my roots. Get it? Cause my roots are dark, haha I crack myself up. Just thought that I would put that out there. I know that this was random, and didn't make a lot of sense, but I just thought I'd put it out there in the universe. By the way, I thought I'd share a pic of two of my favorite brunettes. I'm thinking this is the way to go with my hair. When it gets down to it, it's just who I am. Happy Friday- my 2nd favorite "F" word!!

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Saturday Letters.

Dear The Originals tv show, I can't believe I caught up on your entire season Sunday. It was a day full of Klaus and I loved it. Dear Aunt Susi, I'm so happy for you! I'm glad to see you so excited about your new house. I'm telling you it's time to read a novel and drink tea in your study. Also, thank you for lunch on Monday and Tuesday. Soup is always good, especially in this horrible cold weather! By the way, I still don't get why calling a boy- "Billy White Socks" is mean, but I'm going to go with it. Dear Dexter, you started off slow and I was iffy about you, but the more I watch, I think the more that I like. Dear Jim, don't worry about having to go stay at your mom and dads for a couple days. You're all they have and you doing that is a good thing. Dear ice patch that I fell on outside of work, you suck. If I wasn't so used to falling I would be very angry right now. I didn't break/really hurt anything thing thankfully, but I am pretty sore. Dear Momma, no I was not checking the tire at work, I did in fact wipe out and almost kill myself. It's all good though. It's been a minute since I had a good "Katie moment". Thank you for the pineapple upside down cake. Dear H&R Bock online, thank you for letting me do my taxes myself, so much handier than going somewhere. Dear Uncle Roger, thank you for lunch and the two jackets that I tried for ten minutes to talk you out of. I try to tell you I don't need stuff, I'm good really. I just enjoy hanging out with you, you're good company like that. But thank you. I just want to make sure that you know that I appreciate everything that you do, but you really don't have to do it. Dear Dani, your toenail, or lack thereof I should say, is disgusting. That is all. Dear Shy, quit waiting for guys to "fall in love" with you. You're young, it'll happen when it's supposed to happen. You won't die alone. Drama Queen.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Saturday Letters.

Dear weather, seriously? Right at a foot of snow and (-14) degrees with (-40) degree wind chills? Really? Just to let you know I'm far to sensitive to be dealing with this. Dear Uncle Roger, thank you for coming and picking me up for work. These roads are crazy!! Thank you very much. Dear Greg, thank you for digging my car out of the snow. Also, your friend is creeping me out, tell him to quit "petting" me. I'm trying to be nice, but I won't be forever. Seriously. Dear new Wolverine movie, BORING! Until towards the end. Dear Shylyn, sorry I tackled you into the snow. Actually, no, no I'm not. I meant to tackle you into the snow and it was hilarious!! Just so you know I haven't tackled a fourteen year old into the snow since I was like eleven. And it was Greg's friend Corey. And I was sick and they snuck me out. And there was only a few inches of snow. And they took me car hood sledding. And I got sicker, but it was so worth it. By the way, sorry I accidentally made you eat yellow snow. That one I am sorry about. Dear living room floor, I am far too old to be sleeping on you. I thought that I could do it no problem on Sunday night, but I was wrong. My back and hip hurts so bad, because apparently I'm a 23 year old girl that is really an 87 year old woman. Yeah, I know, right? I had to give in and sleep sideways on the couch with my feet on a stool after that night. Dear The Holiday movie, you were awesome! I'm so glad that I finally got to watch you. So worth it. Jude Law people, Jude Law. If only I could meet a man just like him, so he could tell me that I was lovely and that he adored me. Just saying. Dear Criminal Minds, thank you for keeping me company on Monday. You definitely helped my cabin fever. I love this show!! People say you make me paranoid, but I'm a firm believer in the fact that I'm not paranoid, just aware of my surroundings. Dear American Horror Story: Murder House, you are an amazing show. So glad that I started watching you. Dear Dani, thank you for talking me into watching AHS:MH. It's awesome and I love it. And yes you were right, Tate is without a doubt my favorite. You know me well. By the way thanks for making me take that quiz online to find out my "true" age. It's true, I really am 27 going on 45. And I love it. Dear Momma, thank you for bringing me back and forth to work in this weather. I know that it's not great, and I'm sorry the car got stuck, but thank you a lot. I love you. Dear Pacific Rim film, you were so amazing! Seriously, amazing. Just so you know you kicked Transformers and all the rest of their butts. By the way- Charlie Hunnam- kudos dude, kudos.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

It's been years since I had a snowday!!

I would just like to go on the record by saying that this snow-ice-hypothermia-frostbite weather damn well sucks! Seriously, I don't like it not one little bit. I call bullshit. I am so COLD. I'm not one to complain about being cold constantly, but since I'm pretty sure that hypothermia is setting up in my fingers while I'm inside the house and/or office it's what I'm going with. I haven't been through this kind of weather in years. YEARS. I grew up in Tennessee. It gets really cold there, but not so much with the snow and negative temperatures. You can tell it's winter, but you don't wake up and assume that you have magically teleported to the arctic in your sleep. I also lived in Alabama and Florida. I don't know how cold it gets in Alabama, while I lived there it was the longest miserablest horriblest spring-summer-fall of my life. And it gets chilly in Florida, but a sweatshirt and you're good. The chilliest days are usually lovely. And by lovely I mean it's so sunny that I wanted to shoot myself. It's the rain that's the coldest when it comes to Florida. But now I have moved back north. Back to Indiana. When some people describe Indiana they say: home of the colts, the Hoosiers, the pacers, the fighting Irish, and the boilermakers. Birthplace of: James Dean, John Dillinger, Jimmy Hoffa, Anne Baxter, David Lee Roth, John Cougar Mellencamp, and the Jacksons. It's where: David Letterman started his career, Larry Bird shot his first basket, Jay Cutler threw his first football, and Jeff Gordon drove his first car. Some of the most famous people were born, raised and/or have lived here. I think all of this is so cool. Especially James Dean and John Dillinger, but for right now all of that is pushed to the side. ALL OF IT. Why? Because it's so cold that it eliminates everything that there is good. EVERYTHING.

It's been cold for a couple weeks of course, but then Sunday came. That's right- Sunday. Saturday Momma and I had run to the store because the news said that bad weather was coming and that people might be stuck in their houses for a couple of days. For one, when people think that they're going to be stuck somewhere and that someone else is going to have something that they don't they freak the hell out. People were CRAZY!! Two, basically is just repeating one. People are crazy! Anyways the weather started getting colder and it snowed on Saturday night. By Sunday there was a bunch of snow and ice and my car was buried. I went out with Momma and shoveled the walk-way and sidewalk and we possibly had a snowball fight. Unplanned. Then I may have tackled Shylyn into the snow, rolled us both down the hill and into the street and managed to shove a bunch of snow in her face making her eat it. OOPS.

Sorry, but I'm not sorry. It was hilarious and fun. Sadly I remembered that I haven't tackled a fourteen year old into the snow since I was eleven. And it was Greg's friend Corey. And I was sick. And he snuck me out of the house. And we all went sledding on a freshly painted car hood. And there was only like three inches of snow. And now that I think about it I'm pretty sure he wasn't fourteen, he was barely thirteen. And I got sicker. And it was totally worth it. Anyways, after all that it started getting COLDER...and COLDER...and COLDER...until it was eventually FREEZING. Literally. By nine Sunday night it was (-10) degrees and Aunt Susi text me to tell me that Uncle Roger had said to stay home from work on Monday. The temperatures and roads were that bad. It's a good thing to, because even though I had dug it out, my car was reburied. Even the Governor said to stay off of the roads and in your house unless it was an absolute emergency. I think that we were in a state of emergency. Honestly. So Monday was my first official "snow day" in many years. I'm pretty sure I haven't had one since I was in seventh or eighth grade. So very very long ago. So how did I spend my snow day?

Well, like any normal person, it was too cold to go outside. Really, it was (-27) degrees and dropping. So I spent the day curled up on the couch, drinking hot tea and hot chocolate, watching Criminal Minds with Tayder. Yes, all day. And I don't even care, because it was great. I came back to work today, but Uncle Roger and Aunt Susi had to pick me up this morning, because guess what? My car is still buried and I don't even know if it would start with it being as cold as it is. Poor thing. I wouldn't want to start. Hopefully Greg will dig it out while I'm at work. Yeah, fat chance. It's still freezing and horrible, but thank you for the snow day Uncle Roger. It's been a minute. Oh, by the way, did I mention that Greg's friend is stuck at the house with us and has been since Saturday? Yeah, I know. I'm creeped out too. He pets me and I'm thinking about punching him in the face. If he don't quit it's gonna happen. Seriously.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

I finally watched that other Jude Law movie.

The Holiday. I've been trying to watch that damn movie for like six or seven years now, and I finally got too. Can I get an amen for snow days? AMEN! Anyhoos, I wanted to watch it because I'm a fan of basically all of the main characters. Cameron Diaz is hilarious, Jack Black is genius, Kate Winslet is my home girl (hello, we share our name), and Jude Law...well, we all know how I feel about Jude Law. Yummy. It was such a good movie.

I recorded it on the DVR the other night, when it was on late and I was in bed because apparently I'm a little 87 year old woman trapped in a 23 year old womans body and since Shy and I were up since early, Greg called my phone and woke us both up,we figured- "Ahh, why not? Let's watch it." So watch it we did. I didn't realize that it was almost three hours long, but it's all good, because it was beyond worth it. It really relates to your own life and of course it made Shy cry. You know related to your life if Jude Law showed up, fell in love with you, and told you things like- "You're lovely." Oh if only. It made me laugh, cry (not Shy cry, but I got a little teary), and fall even more in love with Jude Law. And yes I insist on saying his whole name every time. The point is- since it's freezing outside, here me and Shy sit on the couch, with our quilts, drinking hot tea and watching TV. The Holiday down, a bunch of other random stuff to go. We agreed that it's a nice way to spend a cold Sunday (or any Sunday), it's only us up right now anyways. We'll just stay quiet and watch TV. No harm, no foul.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Saturday Letters.

Dear Momma, who would've thought that Greg would be with a girl that knows the people from your past? It's a small world after all and I love it. Plus, we always have so much fun together. You really are the best Momma ever. Dear Aunt Susi, thank you for the biscuit and Hotbox pizza. It was so good. Also, I'm glad that you're looking into moving. I know that you really want to and I'm very happy for you. Dear Kenny&Jimmy, I'm glad that you're getting the basement cleaned out and getting your house organized. I know it's been a long time coming, but I have to be honest. I am so lazy too help. I mean I'll do it, and have, but in my head I really just wanna sleep and watch TV. I know, I'm horrible. And I'm really glad that you found my the kaleidoscope. Dear Jason Mraz, I love your song I won't give up. I really do like every one of your songs that I hear. I know some people compare you and Jack Johnson, and I would just like to personally say in my humble opinion- you kick Jack Johnson's ass! Dear Uncle Roger, I told you that she wouldn't give up. Dear Charlie, I'm real sorry about your daddy. You're welcome for teaching you the way around teching, and thank you very much for teaching me certain things that I needed to know that nurses do. You're amazing and you'll get through this. Dear Dani, you're a puss for not asking Uncle Roger if you could take Tuesday off at the office and texting him instead. By the way, we really should have invested in that Watergate shredder. Just saying. Dear Dunkin' Donuts, you suck. That is all. Dear Kristi, it's been nice getting to know you. I don't care as long as you and my brother are happy spending time together. Also, thank you for trying to get the tattoo on my foot fixed/redone. I appreciate it. Dear Tayder, I still love you! So, so, so much! You are the best puppy dog ever!! Dear Buzzfeed, thank you for keeping a girl entertained. Dear Chris, happy birthday. Dear universe, happy new year!! Let's make this one great!! Dear Gen Con, can I come to you? Am I allowed? I just want to go and see what you're all about. Dear Safe Haven, you're a surprisingly good movie. Dear Nicholas Sparks, you've been giving me unrealistic expectations and setting me up for failure for years now. Thanks. Dear Greg, you suck for taking your PlayStation. Your girlfriend is a bit loud. But I still love you. Dear my head when I'm sleeping, why am I having dreams about passing notes with the boy I liked in high school? Really? If this is your idea of a joke- it sucks and I am long past that. Just saying. Dear Flipagram, Picslide, Picflow and Slidergram, I tried using every single one of you on New Years Eve to make an Instagram slide with music. None of you work properly. Therefore I don't like any of you and uninstalled you all. Dear Uncle Roger, thank you for lunch and the other thing. You know what I'm talking about. You don't have to do stuff like that, but thank you. I do appreciate it. Dear snow and ice, stop it!! Dear Tony and Doug, spending lunch with y'all wasn't too bad. Even though Tony did try to kill us by pulling out in front of people on icy roads. By the way Doug, I don't care to sit in back for a little bit and share a booth with you. Your legs are longer than mine, even if only by two or three inches. Tony- you should've got the bacon. Dear hair atop my head, really? Really? Reeallly?? Dear Kaley Cuoco, congratulations on your marriage to Ryan Sweeting! I think it's cool you went low-key and wore a pink dress. Just wish Sheldon had been there for those wedding pictures.