Wednesday, July 30, 2014

I should get up at 4:00 am more often

Vodka and Soda
Well, well, well. Here we are. Another Wednesday, another humpday. Amiright, ladies? I don't know about all of y'all, but personally I've been a day ahead of myself and then a day behind all week. And like I said, it's only Wednesday. Needless to say it's been an interesting week. I've been awake since 3:30 this morning and after a half an hour of tossing and turning I gave up my fight and just got out of bed. This girl has not been sleeping good or much at all lately, and I have no clue why.

On the plus side of this, I was up at 4:00 a.m. So I went ahead and started getting ready for work. I figured- I'm up an hour earlier than usual, I'll go ahead and start getting ready and maybe I'll put a little curl into my hair. Why not, right? Now, I'm not one to brag, because usually I'm always critiquing myself, but I curled my hair and took my time, listening to the Kid Rock station on Pandora- Holy crap! My hair is looking banging this morning. Seriously, it curled exactly how I wanted it to, and looks exactly like I wanted it to. I don't know about you ladies, but for me this NEVER happens. Like, EVER. So I'm pretty excited about it.

I would take a picture of it to show y'all, but I didn't think about it at home, and now that I'm at work I'm to self conscious with my selfie taking. {Shh...don't tell anyone I'm blogging at work, but it really is too early to start actual work. Our little secret?}I know that's weird, but it's true. Maybe I can sneak one later, and y'all can check it out on my Instagram. That is if you want to see it. You probably don't. Sorry, I'm just really excited that it worked. Even my eyeshadow look like I wanted it to. (Another thing that NEVER happens.) I'm thinking about just getting up at 4:00 every morning!

Ok, I'll quit talking about it now. Maybe. Like I said earlier today is Wednesday/Humpday and do y'all know what that means? Yep, it means that it's link-up day with my girl Kathie. And what are we linking up for? Well, to confess our inner most thoughts and secrets, duh! And by the way, I was saying that in a sarcastic way with a silly look on my face, so I'm playing, not being bitchy. Just wanted to clear the air. Yeah, you can totally tell I've been up since really early and didn't sleep good/enough, because I am rambling something horrible. My bad! Let's try this again, and get this thing started!! I'm only gonna do a couple, because like I told you earlier I'm at work {shhh...} and I have to do some actual work. Wouldn't it be nice if we all could just log for a living!! Just saying, if y'all know something that I don't let me know!

//Me, Aunt Susi, and Danielle went to lunch yesterday with Uncle Wayne. We went down to that Mexican restaurant that me and Dani have went to a couple of times. Remember that? Well, we all went there and ate and then Uncle Wayne discovered something horrendous. I know that I'm very open and tell y'all everything, but I want to spare the gory details here. Let's just say that there were things all over the restaurant floor, and those things start with an "M" and let it go. Needless to say, we won't be eating there ever again, and we all got sick.

//Yesterday as I was reading some blogs written by some amazing girls, I was commenting a lot, because they are awesome. Well, I commented on one, because the girl was talking about "shark week". I love shark week on the Discovery Channel, I watch it all the time (you know, when it's on), so I told her that I was so there! She emailed me and informed me that in Blogland "shark week" actually means "the monthly girl thing". I was so embarrassed! I had no clue. But she was so sweet and told me no problem, it happened, and we had a good laugh.

//I took two Stackers this morning and I am running rampant. Seriously. I used to take those things all the time when I worked at the nursing home, because they just wake me up and help me function a little bit better. Plus, they help you go, go, go. Well, I haven't taken any in a few years so since I'm so tired, because I haven't slept good in weeks (I know what you're thinking, no I'm not not sleeping, because I haven't taken the Stackers before today), I thought- "Huh, I'll just take a couple of these so I won't have any problems with dozing off". Ummm....I should have just taken one, because now I have the jitters. It's all good though, don't worry ladies, I'm fine! Like I said, I don't take them to often.   

Sorry ladies, that's all I got today!
Linking up with my girl Kathie

Monday, July 28, 2014

Don't try so hard.

Today I'm meeting some girls so that we can all talk about not trying so hard. No, not when it comes to our jobs, families, or things of that nature. I'm talking about not trying so hard when it comes to your own "beauty". There are a lot of different thoughts when it comes to defining a beautiful person depending on who you ask. To me?

To me a beautiful  person has nothing to do with looks. It has nothing to do with their face. It has nothing to do with their body. It has nothing to do with their hair. To me beauty comes from the inside. It comes from the way that you treat people, and the way that you carry yourself. I don't care what you look like as long as you are a good/decent person. Because that's beauty!

Yesterday I wore absolutely no make-up, I didn't brush my hair, I just pulled it into a bun, and I had sweat capris and a baggy t-shirt on. And yes, I went out into public like that. I got a lot of different feed back from people, but mostly I heard that I looked tired, sick, one person asked me if I had been beat up on account of my black eye (Don't worry, I'm anemic and I have really dark circles because of my lack of Iron), and some people just simply snarled their noses and walked right passed. Some people didn't seem to give it a second thought and smiled.

You said center stage, right?! 
#NoFilter Just kidding....so much filter.

I'm very comfortable in my own skin. I didn't used to be. And even now I'm a bit self conscious. I could stand to lose some weight. My face could clear up and perhaps I could have my scars lasered off. I could have my hair done every week and I could get my teeth bleached. And you know what, when I want those things done, I get them done. Not for anyone else, but just for me.

If I want to put on make-up and fix my hair, I do. If I want to wear dressy clothes or sweatpants, I do. If I want to spend a little extra time in the primp department, I do. However, if I want to simply brush my teeth, wash my face, and pull my hair up, I do. And I do all of it for me. Why do I do all of it for me? Because I'm happy. I may not be thin, I have curves, and extra hips. My skin isn't perfectly clear, I have scars and acne on occasion. My hair isn't perfect, it's naturally wavy and most of the time unmanageable. My teeth aren't perfectly white or straight.

But you know what? I'm happy. And with happiness comes beauty. I usually always have at least a little bit of make-up on, because I like to tone down my red cheeks and nose, but my Momma caught me in a completely naturally way when she was in the hospital back in April, and for some reason, it's become one of her favorite pictures of me. Sorry that it's an Instagram one y'all, but I just don't have the original. I promise though, besides Instagram, it's me completely and one hundred percent natural. 

Linking up with The Florkens, Jade & Oak, and Treasure Tromp.

Friday, July 25, 2014

I just really wanted to show y'all this picture!!

Ok, so we're gonna see how fast I can write this and still make sense. Do I ever make sense? Don't answer that. If you're wondering why I'm writing this so fast, it's because I leave work in an hour and I won't finish this post if I don't get it done before I leave. By the way, don't tell anyone that I'm writing this from work. If the guys knew that they would have a freakin' shit fit. Just saying. So, our little secret? Good! We don't wanna be narcs around here. (wink)

Well, today had been one of those days that you really don't need to tell anybody about, but you do because you want them to bask in the boring with you. If I would have been told first thing this morning how this day was going to go, I would have asked if there was an alternative option. And if said option would have been performing a root canal on yourself without any anesthetic I would have given it some serious thought. Reasons I should have stayed in bed? Well, let me tell you just a few so you can feel my pain.
  • I watched the movie- Secretary (Starring Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader) last night and I'm pretty sure that I'm still emotionally scarred from it. Not so much the content or storyline, but because of the sound effects.
  • I've had a head cold/allergies/honestly I don't know what the hell it is so I've been having to medicate myself not only in the evenings, but also throughout the day. Which would be fine if I didn't have a full-time job that requires me to be present and conscious to perform. Ughh. Adulthood- boo!
  • Honestly, I just didn't want to get out of bed, because it was fluffy and warm, and my fan was hitting me just right, and my bear was all snuggled in, and I'm a big ole freakin' baby. Whatevs, I'm only speaking the truth.
Yes. Yes, it's been that kind of day. I don't really know how else to explain it. At one point I had my head resting on my hand on the desk trying to read through some paperwork and I think I fell out of consciousness for at least a minute, because my head slipped off of my hand and smacked my desk. But don't fear, because no one was around to see that. Dani was in the bathroom and the guys were all in a meeting. How do I know this? Because I heard Chris' voice and sense of humor raining down like it was dollar bills and he was in the strip club. No, don't get those kinds of thoughts about him. If I were ever to describe my cousin's husband to anyone I would say- "He's exactly like Walter Matthau....without all of the good jokes".

Aside from that now Dani has me listening to a random James Blunt album and I have no clue why. I don't have anything personal against the guy, it's just that, given the choice James Blunt wouldn't necessarily be my first choice in radio entertainment. That's all I'm saying. But what do I know? I've been quoting Robin Hood (1991 Kevin Costner and Christian Slater, bitches!!) and talking about Christopher Walken all day, so you know, there's that. I'll stop whining now. Oh!! But before I go let me tell y'all about my "duh" moment that happened.

Did I tell you that my Uncle Darrell, and two cousins (Joshie and Jeremy) go down to the Boogie every year? No? Well, they do and now you know for future reference. (You need to click on that link and read all about the Boogie too). Anyways they went this passed weekend with Jeremy's wife, sister, brother in law, and friend of Jeremy's. If you know anything about the Boogie then you know that it's located near the Crane Naval Base. And if you know anything about me then you know I love a man in uniform. Honestly, we're all friends here, so be honest (I won't tell) is there anything sexier than a man in a military uniform? I think not, but maybe that just me. Back to my story; so they all went down there this passed weekend (Thursday-Sunday) and had a blast. Well, while they were there Momma and I stayed over at Aunt Poot's with her and Solae so they wouldn't be there alone, and Uncle Darrell called Friday night and was talking to all of us (by all I mean I was under the influence and was hollering across the garage at Aunt Poot and she was relaying the message, while we were all laughing, and the following conversation ensued).

Katie: Tell Uncle Darrell to bring me a soldier home, since he's right there. I mean, it will save me the trip. Uncle Darrell: Tell her that I got Farmer right here and he's 6 years active with (insert a lot of military jargin in that I didn't understand here). He's a real nice guy, they'd probably love each other. {See y'all here's where it gets a little funny. Remember when I said a friend of Jeremy's went with them? Well, apparently his last name is Farmer, but I didn't know that.}} Katie: Tell him if I would've wanted a farmer I would have stayed in Tennessee, I said a soldier! **Aunt Poot relays message** Uncle Darrell: NO! He's not a farmer, his name is Farmer, ______ Farmer!! **Aunt Poot tells me** Katie: Ooooohhhhhhh! That makes much more sense. And then I dropped the whole thing until they got home and I asked Uncle Darrell where my soldier was and he was all- "I didn't know! You never said anything after that!!" Wherein I started hollerin- "YOU HAD ONE JOB!!" So after we messed around and teased each other for awhile, I got a t-shirt, but no soldier. Maybe next time ;) Hope y'all have a great/fun weekend!!

Linking up with Whit today.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

A Tennessee girl living in an Indiana world.

Anyone that knows me knows that I love Tennessee. That's where I was raised for the majority of my childhood and over half of my adult life (you know, thus far). However, I was born in Indiana and I live here now. Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking- "Well Katie, if you love Tennessee so much, why would you leave it?" And that's a very valid question. The answer is simple. The answer is- I needed a change. I was in a very bad place in my life and I needed to remove myself from it. I just needed to leave. So, I did. I was already on leave from work so I wrote my letter of resignation and turned it in, I broke up with my awful boyfriend, I said goodbye to some of the best friends that I had ever known, and my mother and I packed everything that we owned in less than twelve hours, my cousin and two uncles drove down to help us load up, and by the the next morning we had packed the truck and were gone. Yeah, it was that fast.


As we were driving out of the town that I grew up in and will always consider my home, I looked around and for the first time in a very long time. I looked at everything completely different. It was no longer the place where I felt suffocated and sad. As we drove through it I rolled my window down and looked around at all of the things that I had once loved.

I drove by the park that my friends and I had snuck down to when we were fifteen so that we could hang out and be away. I drove by the station that wouldn't seem like much, but that had provided me sustenance, because I was working such long hours that without their Dr. Pepper, sausage biscuits and energy coffee I may have never made it. I drove by the hill that climbs to the school that holds so many memories.

The memories of the football games that I would go to every Friday night to cheer my brother and our friends on, and yes we went to every single game no matter how far we had to drive to get there. It holds the memory of one of my favorite teachers that not only taught me about economics, but also taught me about life and how to jump into something without fear. It holds the memory of my first kiss and the first time that the boy that I liked, but was to shy to tell, grabbed my hand and held it. It's where we had all of those fun and hilarious field days, it's where I learned the words to- Froggy went a Courtin, and where I fought with a little boy in third grade for pulling my pigtails. He pulled my pigtails, I pulled his ears. Fair is fair. I drove by the nursing home that I worked at for five years and pretty much learned so many things about life. I learned from the people that I took care of, the ones that I worked with, and even from myself in those five years there. When I started I thought that it was just going to be a job, but I very soon realized that it was so much more than that. While there I laughed, cried, lost, gained, and grew up. Even though I had been working for about four years before I started there, I was still a kid and realized very quickly that in order to be able to deal with what you have to you have to grow up. So I did. I've always been told that I'm an old soul, and I believed it after I started there.

I tell all of you this, because I want you to know about the town that I was raised in. The one that I don't live in anymore, but will forever be considered my home. In my heart, I will always be a small town girl that grew up in a little podunk town. In the middle of Tennessee. I will always be the girl that was chased out of the church, because she laughed at the preacher for talking about whores in Gomorrah. I will always be the girl that talks a little hicky with a change. I will always be the girl that chooses boots over heels. I will always be the girl that talks too loud and speaks her mind, because she has absolutely no filter. I will always be the girl that prefers to be called by her full first name, but still introduces herself as Katie. And I will always be the girl that jumps up into trucks that are far too tall. In other words, just because I've changed states doesn't mean that I changed myself. {I've also lived in Alabama and Florida}.

But now, where am I? Well, I'm in my birth state. I'm in Indiana.


I'm not exactly sure what to tell you about this state or city that I live in. I was born here, but moved when I was still a very little girl. In case you're wondering, because apparently I got off subject up there {I'd say that I was sorry, but we all know that I'm not} I live in Indianapolis. Why did I decide to move here when I left Tennessee? Well, like I said- I was born here. My family is here. I moved here to be around them and to change the surroundings that I had. I wanted to get away from certain people. I succeeded. I'm not a very big city girl, so I can't tell you a million different places to go and things to do. I don't know what you just have to see when you come. So, I will tell you what I know and think that you should do if you were ever to come here. Sorry, I know that there are more, but I just ate lunch and now I'm sleepy and want icecream.

  • You must go to Las Margaritas in Fountain Square, have a beer, and eat their guacamole. It's the best thing- ever!
  • You can go downtown to see our Batman building (Batman is afterall the best superhero, you know, along with Captain America). And if you're here in the winter for some reason, you should go down town to see the Lights on the Circle and perhaps take a carriage ride around to see all of the other lights. They're all usually very pretty. 
  • Take a trip to the Brickyard. Not only do we have the Indy 500, but you can catch a race and some awesome performers too. Here in a few weeks Brantley Gilbert, The Band Perry, and many others are coming.
  • If you're not a hater, and you're here in the summer you should go to Pride. It's one of the biggest pride festivals in the country and it really is something amazing to see.
  • Also, if you come in warm weather you should check out all of the outdoor concerts that we have here. We have many amazing bands and performers to come and let's face it, who doesn't love listening to some awesome music? Jamey Johnson and Lynard Skynard on the 31st of this month!
  • We have Gencon. That is all. (Also, check out one of our museums and aquariums).
  • If you come during football season? Definitely go to the stadium and check out how many Colts fans there are. You have never seen so much blue in your life! People actually paint themselves blue. It's great. It's like having 800 football crazed smurfs running around. Even though I'm very much a Steelers kind of girl, it is all fun to see.
  • Go to Ritter's and eat some of their frozen custard. Immediately. Like, as soon as you get here.
  • Also, go to Watermans Pumpkin Patch. It's a little bit outside of Indianapolis, but if you like pumpkin picking, hayrides, walking tacos, and karaoke, it's your kind of place.     
  • Holler at me if you're ever headed this way. I'm sure that I'll be able to think of a few more things that I can't right now for you to do! 
Linking with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Ode to an inanimate object.

My Dearest DVR,

Where do I begin when it comes to a love like this? Where do I start to tell you how I feel about you? I guess that I could start at the very beginning of our love affair you saucy little minx.

I've always been a small town gal and had never heard your name until I moved to the big city. In other words, I never knew how amazing life could be. The options that were open. The love that could grow. Before you, life was just an endless pool of waiting and dealing with the fact that if I missed out on things that the opportunity might never arise again. And then I met you and my life was changed. You showed me that there were so many more options out there for a girl like me.

I lived in fear of missing something that I had been waiting for weeks to see. But then, oh but then, you walked into my life like you were Jude Law riding a unicorn, covered in chocolate, holding a bottle of wine. And my life was complete. It's a love that I have never in my life experienced. I know this is love, true love. And how do I know this? The answer is simple.


You understand me DVR. You don't judge me for binge watching a million different shows at the click of a button. You don't feel the need to ask me why I need to record every single show on NBC while also recording re-runs of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Criminal Minds. You don't wonder why I record new episodes of Sons of Anarchy while I'm watching it, and you don't have the desire to change the channel. You let me watch and record as many shows as I want, and you record the movies that I want to see on the channels that we get free on the weekends that I don't want to pay the extra forty dollars for every month.

You don't tell me that I need to put on a bra or pants, and you don't raise an eyebrow in my general direction when I crack open my second bottle of wine in less than 1.5 hours. You don't care that I watch The Night Shift the very next day and you don't mind that I save countless episodes of The Mindy Project that eat away at your storage space soul. In other words- To me you are perfect. You are my soulmate. The one. You complete me.

Love always and forever.
Linking with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.

Monday, July 14, 2014

I'm glad that you gave me the post material to run with

Hey y'all! How are you doing today? You know, aside from the fact that it's Monday and Monday's are- Ughh! Raise your hand if you drank too much wine on Friday and looked up everything about Sons of Anarchy- Season 7! And found Gifs of said occasion! Also, who wrote an entire blog post being incredibly sappy while watching Dying Young?! What? No takers? Really? Just me? Ummm....oops?! 


On the upside of this I spelled everything correctly in said post (spell check while drunk- whoop whoop!), and ate some amazing tomatoes and candy while doing it, so you know, all is fair in love and war. Or something like that, I don't know. Like I said it's Monday. And for those who don't know what movie I was talking about- look up Julia Roberts classics. I love me some Julia Roberts from back in the day (i.e. this and many others). You're welcome. Anyways, I know that I didn't blog this weekend (I'm sorry, I was not anywhere near a computer....mostly), but I showed back up today and hope y'all don't mind!! Thanks for the questions girls, I can't possibly be responsible for coming up with material today!

Welcome to A Walk to Remember before A Walk to Remember. Kind of. Ok, not really, but it's really good and you should watch it immediately. I have. About a hundred times.

When I open the fridge, I always hope I find: Is this a trick question? Wine! Always wine! But also (so I don't sound like a drunk) tomatoes, squash, butter, milk, and yogurt. Damn, I almost sound healthy! Sans wine. But that's made of grapes. And I've been drinking blackberry, which is another fruit. So basically, fruit salad. Yeah, that's it. 

My favorite article of clothing is: Definitely my dark gray pair of Derek Heart sweatpants. I love them. Everyone is trying to talk me into throwing them away, because they are full of holes making it perfectly available to see my undies. (Yes, my name is Katie and I wear sweatpants in public. I also wear baggy shirts, and don't fix my hair or put on make-up. Whatevs, I'm 24, the window for showing my natural skin is only so much longer people!) 

Last week I was really pissed when: My brother decided to call my mother and be a t-total dilhole. How did I handle said action? Well, he just so happened to catch me after my second bottle glass of wine and I went off in a most ladylike fashion. As you can probably tell by my post from last Friday. I was in a real good position to write and talk to people. Oops?! It happens to all of us from time to  time, right?! Right?!! 

One thing nobody understands about me is: Sometimes I really like to spend time alone. a lot of time, actually. I like taking long showers and not wearing pants. I like drinking and watching multiple episodes of Law&Order: SVU and Sons of Anarchy or reading a good book. You know, and having a good cry. I have to do that while not in public, because letting people outside of my "blog world" know I have feelings? No, thank you, I'll pass. 

One thing I don't understand is: How people can be so damn oblivious to the pain that they cause others? I mean, seriously?! Quit being an asshole. And to break up the serious (I mean geesh- lighten up lady!) How do I dress? I don't understand today's fashion and I don't like most of it. Is dressing like the 20s-50s (decades not ages) acceptable? Because I like that. I really am a little old lady like Danielle and the rest of them say, and I'm perfectly ok with that. In fact, I love it!

The world would be a better place if: Everyone just got along and everyone got free candy all the time. I mean, diabetes would be up, but everyone would be a lot happier! I don't pretend to know all the ways of the world, but I do know that if people wouldn't be GIANT douchebags, that things would probably go smoother. 

If I had a million dollars I'd: Buy a small house (no mansion for this girl- too much cleaning and yard mowing, nope!), a car (a small/affordable one that's good on gas), put some money in the bank, make sure that my family was ok, and then donate the rest to the Wounded Warrior Project and St. Judes Children Research. I don't mean to come off as a saint, because I am far from it, but I would like to be able to help people. No matter how small or large my contribution. 

If I could change one thing about myself, it would be: I don't know. I know this sounds strange, but I rather like myself. I like that I sing off key and that my butt is a little too big. I like that I'm short, I'm pale and that sometimes I come off as cheesy and overly-sentimental. I like my weird sense of humor and the fact that not too much gets me down. I guess, maybe have bigger lips? No, that would make my face look weirder. Oh, I know! I would have the abs of Kate Hudson. Or Kate Beckinsale. Basically, any Kate besides me. 

Something that can always make me happy is: Ok, cheesy, but my Momma. She always knows how to make me laugh, smile, and gets all of my dumb jokes. Literally, if I make a joke that I find hilarious, that no one else does, she still laughs, because I'm laughing so hard. It's just great. Also, Jake Gyllenhaal and gnomes. I know, random and weird. But I'm not sorry. Jake Gyllenhaal always makes me very happy. He soothes me. Yes, that's right, Donnie Darko soothes me, damn it. Just playing, but really he does.

Something I'll never blog about is: I don't really know. I thought that I would never blog so openly about anything, but apparently I can't shut up at times. Word vomit much? Besides, I never like to say never. And yes, I know that I just said never. Redundant much? 

If I could go anywhere I would go: To Boston, Mass. or Salem, Mass. Or Chicago, IL. Or Texas. Or Maine. Or Nebraska. Or Ireland. Or New Zealand. Or Canada. Or New Orleans.
 
Because: Do I really have to have a reason? I know that none of these places sound particularly exotic or mysterious, but I'm a pretty simple girl. I like the cooler better than the hot (except Texas apparently, but they have football, beer, and bbq- and I love all of those things!!) 

If I were an animal I would be a: I would be a lemur. Why? Because I just asked my aunt and that's what she said. Apparently I'm cute, chill, and I have big ole eyes that catch your line of sight. I like her choice. A lemur it is!

A job I've always wanted is: An investigative journalist. When I was growing up I always wanted to do that. I wanted to travel, and explore, and write about the things that actually matter and make a difference. I even took all of the extra English and Economics classes in high school and graduated with honors. However, I also realized that sometimes life doesn't work out the way that you want and when you have responsibilities you make different choices. No, I didn't have to take care of my mom and grammy, but that is a choice that I made, and I don't regret it for even a second. 

My idea of a perfect day is: Ready for boring? Re-read the question that asks me about no one understanding me and the one about making me happy. Combine those two and add Charlie Hunnam, Jared Leto, or Jude Law and you've struck gold my friend. 

If I knew I'd die next week, this week I'd: Wow. What a deep question. This is something that a lot of thought should be put into. Ummm....no, thank you, though. I think I'll just hop off of here now. I got sappy enough last week. Thanks!

Linking up with Juliette, Faith, and Allie

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Did I do that? Nope.

Most embarrassing story, huh? Wow, you guys don't give in and show a girl any mercy. Let's see....well, yesterday I told y'all the story of tripping in high school and my dress flying over my head. That was pretty embarrassing. Umm? inert insightful pondering here Should I tell you about my first kiss? No. Should I tell you about the time that I thought that chick was a guy and asked her if she wanted to play football with us? Not a chance. Well....oh, I know! I'll tell y'all the story about being in the Waffle House after my Uncle Steve's funeral. Sorry. I have so much embarrassment to choose from.

This is more about being embarrassed, and not doing the embarrassing. My Uncle Steve (who was a badass in my mind- he was a a Marine) passed away about eleven years ago. We (Momma, Greg and I) lived in Tennessee and he had lived in Indiana. So we drove up and stayed at my Aunt Linda and Uncle Wayne's house. After the funeral Aunt Linda wanted us all to go get something to eat and for some reason we ended up choosing Waffle House. I'm assuming for their amazing hash brown choices, but I can never be for certain. Our waitress was a very nice young girl. She was pleasant, sweet, and timely. Basically, everything that you want in a a waitress. 

I did that job for three years, not always as easy as you think.

We were about through eating and she came to our table and asked if everything was ok and if we needed anything else. Momma said no that we would just take the check. She said ok and started to get our check out of her pocket. When all of the sudden, for which reason I'll never know, my Aunt Linda stuck her hand out, started rubbing our waitress' belly, and asked when is your baby due? To which the waitress replied- "I'm NOT pregnant". She wasn't mean, but clearly upset. As if matters weren't bad enough with that, then my aunt said- "Oh? so you've already had your baby?" To which she replied- "No. I've NEVER been pregnant". I wanted to crawl under the table and never come out! 

Needless to say we didn't get to-go cups and she got a really BIG tip.

Again, linking up with- Juliette, Faith, Allie and Kathy.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

When I'm alone

AllieologyWell hello my little darlings and dears. And welcome to yet another one of my random posts that is about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. Sorry. In my head I was using an evil Disney witch voice and that sounded a lot cooler than it probably is once you read it. But now I've already got almost a whole paragraph and there's no turning back.

I blame this completely on Danielle. Her little girl is turning six this August and wants a "Maleficient" party. Apparently she watched the movie in theaters and now she loves it and wants her party to have that theme. (Which is fine, because she's like the cutest kid on the entire planet). My first thought? Oh hell, she's gonna make me watch this just like Frozen. And now I just want a reindeer to name Sven, every Chis I meet I ask if their name is Kristoff, and I can't stop re-enacting 'Let It Go' in the shower. And that was months ago! I still have no regrets, because that movie was amazing.

She gets to choose her own theme (last year was Monster High, and y'all should've seen the cake that my cousin made her for 'Horton Hears A Who') and this year it was between Minions, Frozen, and Maleficient. I think that she chose wisely. I mean, how hard would it be to have a 'Frozen' party in August. Ugh! The good news? Come February for my 25th (ahh!!) birthday I will expect all of you to show up for my Frozen party. I'm Anna, y'all can fight over being Elsa. What am I even talking about? Am I really talking about me being a Disney princess? Sorry, that's my bad. Where was I? Oh! That's right- what I do when I'm alone. Or as Carrie Bradshaw would say- SSB (Secret Single Behavior).

When I'm alone....

//I don't close the door when I'm in the bathroom. Like, at all. Not when I pee, not when I shower, nothing. I just  leave that door open and do whatever needs to be done. {Oh, and I also perform in the shower. Like, really perform. But I do that even with people in the house}.


//I like to jump around "boxing" and "jabbing" like I'm Muhammad Ali or something. Which is hilarious, because I've only ever watched boxing on TV and in movies. But I like to pretend that I'm a member of Fight Club. But you know, I can't talk about Fight Club.


//I walk around naked with just a towel on my head (if I just showered). Don't worry the blinds are closed so no one can see in. I think. You know as I write this I realized that when I'm alone- I'm basically always naked. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but I do what I want.


//I perform Sam Smith's- Stay With Me. Actually I just perform. Apparently I think that I have some sort of talent and that I'm secretly a closeted performer. Of course I am. If it wasn't for the gut wrenching nausea that hits me every time that I got on stage, I'd be great. I like to pretend that I'm a character from a book/movie. Like really pretend. One time I was Megara from Hercules and I wrapped a sheet around me and stuck my hip out. Yeah, I'm weird. Why do I tell y'all these things?


//I eat nothing but candy and cereal. Literally, that's it. Unless someone comes over for a minute to bring me a pizza or tacos, my diet consists of nothing but pure sugar. Mostly sour neon gummy bears mixed in with runts. It's a delicious combination. Don't worry I wash it down with a bottle of wine and a Valium. I kid! Mostly.


{{I was in chorus as a junior/senior in high school, and we had to perform a concert. I did good and even had a little solo part, but when I first got on stage, I walked up the risers, tripped over the back of it and my dress flew over my head. Thankfully no one YouTube'd it, but I'm pretty sure that my friend "Benji" snuck a pic before he asked me if I was ok. I mean, he was concerned with my well being, of course when he seen that I was mostly ok he laughed so hard that I thought he would pee his pants. But then he doctored my elbow and my pride, and took me for a swirled waffle cone, so I mean, I couldn't stay mad.}}

Linking up with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.

Monday, July 7, 2014

We got lost at midnight.

Hey y'all! Look who showed up for class today. Whoot-whoot!! I bet y'all didn't see this one coming. Of course, that also means that I've convinced my self that you put that much thought into me. Narcissistic, much? Kidding! They redid our bathroom on Sunday, but they started it Saturday, so needless to say this girls hair is a mess! We could wash everything else, but my hair is extremely thick and weird, so washing it in the sink is quite the feet. However, if our shower isn't up and running by today I'm gonna go over to Aunt Poot's and take one. Because, well, I just will.

Did y'all have a good weekend? I reckon it was alright. Probably would've been better if I wouldn't have come down with something on Saturday evening. Go figure. But Friday was pretty awesome. For the most part. I don't usually celebrate the 4th of July. I haven't in about five years, because as some of you know, that's when my friend Amy passed away. So, every year since then I have stayed at the house, and distracted myself. However, this year I realized that Amy wouldn't want me sulking around. So, we (Momma and I) went to a cookout/to watch fireworks. We didn't get home until after midnight, because there was so much traffic, and then we got lost. Oops. We had a great time. I have pictures to show y'all too. They're really grainy and Momma managed to not have her picture taken. She's a sneaky one. But before I do that let me tell y'all some things that make my heart happy. Some of them are probably pretty strange.
  • Swirled waffle cones from Rally's
  • My Momma (yes, I am a big ole Mommy's girl- and I don't care)
  • Watching all of the LOTR movies consecutively
  • Crown Royal and pineapple juice (WATER MOCCASINS!!)
  • Seeing a soldier reunite with his/her family
  • Candy
  • Stopping on page 260 of TFIOS
  • I bet you just looked or remember what was on that page, huh?
  • Hearing Danielle read internet articles out loud
  • Getting letters (not bills) in the mail
  • My face clearing up
  • When I do math correctly
  • When someone runs their hands through my hair/scalp massages
  • When my toes are painted red
  • There are a lot more, but I'm running out of time here:), so I won't make you look at pictures of the fireworks, but I do want to show y'all a few 'gems'.
{{I'm only smiling, because I'm gonna eat that kettle corn Aunt Poot is holding.}}
{{See me throwing up my pimp hand back there?! That's what I'm going with.}}
{{Another angle of my happy/kettle corn eating face, I guess?}}

Linking up with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Confessing my guilty pleasures? Please, I'm an open book

Vodka and Soda
AllieologyI decided recently to participate in a challenge that has you blogging every day of July. Yes, Every. Single. Day. When I decided this I had consumed a shitload little wine and thought to myself- amazing! I just knew that it would be so cool and I would be on it. I was going to write blogs early. I was going to schedule posts. I was going to do all of those things that the AMAZING bloggers that I read do. Or at least they do in my head.

And then I remembered something. I remembered that I am not that organized, nor have I ever been. Blogging every single day? I just don't think that I have it in me. I love it, but let's be honest, I also love reading, watching horrible TV, drinking, eating, and naps. So, you know, there's that.
I also remembered that on Wednesdays I link up with Kathy to confess things about myself. I mean, just because I'm an open book doesn't mean that there are things that people don't know about me. After all, some things you just hide deep down in there from people. Then I had an amazing idea. I was all- I'm gonna link up with both of these girls and it's going to be LEGEN....wait for it....DARY. That's right. I pulled out the NPH.

It's really not, but I may or may not still have a slight buzz from the entire giant bottle bit of wine that I drank and the pills I popped last night. Just kidding. About the pills, not the wine. What? Can't a girl make a joke? Geesh, tough crowd. You make one little pill popping joke. Then people are all the sudden- "OMG! katie, do you have a problem??" Y'all I have so many problems. SO MANY. But don't worry, that's not one of them ;) An extra 50 lbs? Yes. Drugs? No. Except every time that I watch Breaking Bad I'm thoroughly convinced that I could be a 'kingpin' and then I remember that I have no skills. People scare me. And I cheated off of the boy next to me when I took Chemistry in high school. So you know, there's that. Plus, I wouldn't make it in prison. I just wouldn't. I watched Oz. Nope.

//I smack talk Taylor Swift like it's going out of style. I mean, does anyone besides teenage girls and Ed Sheeran even like her? Well, I do. I just kind of nod along when she's on the radio and roll my eyes when people are around. However, if it's just me and Momma in the car or I'm on my own and she's on? I crank her up and belt it out. Yes, my name is Katie and I'm a bit of a Swifty. Please, don't tell. That's one I'd never live down. (shhh...)


//When I'm out in public I'm a whole lot little paranoid. Why? Because all of the 'shady' people. And the news. That shows me all of the shady people. I'm not the kind of person that judges people. I'm very much, be yourself, to each his own, but I also think that there are people "out to get me" and frankly, it creeps me out. Basically? Crackheads. And that's all I'm saying.


//I drank and entire bottle of wine last night. That was the best nights sleep that I've had in forever, and I'd do it again. Of course in my drunken state we went to Dairy Queen to get ice cream, and I didn't wear pants. What? I stayed in the car. Thank God for the drive-thru. So basically, I got drunk on a Tuesday after work, watched It's Always Sunny and TBBT while eating ice cream, season fries, and leftover pizza. And you know what? I have NO REGRETS.


//I'm a horrible blogger and can't seem to get my shit straight. Is that going to stop me? Not even a little bit. Basically I'm just going to keep rambling on and on even if no one reads it. Why? Because it's like a diary, only better. Simply because I can't use Gifs in a regular diary ;)

Linking up with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

I started with good intentions. My bad.

Well, well. Here it is the first day of July. What in the actual hell? Is it just me or does it feel like it was just recently winter? Granted that could have something to do with the fact that it was snowing in April here, but still. Goodbye June, hello July. I had all of these great ideas and good intentions on writing a blog post that was worth something. You know, it's been awhile since I've "gotten real" on here. I've been playing around and doing posts about random famous people, books, TV, and movies. So, I was very much going to write all about something emotional, or explain my new "self" discovery. I was even going to participate in a "July Challenge". I honestly was.


But then I got distracted and decided to go a completely different way. Which way is that? Well, I thought that I would share with y'all what has been distracting me today. You know, besides that pesky little thing that everyone calls a job. No one at work is happy about being here, I'm assuming because it's the week before a holiday (no work Friday- whoot whoot), but who knows, really. So, what's been distracting me?  


Personally, I love Buzzfeed. I've spent countless hours perusing it and reading everything from funny to heartbreaking. It just never seems to stop entertaining me. With that being said I thought that y'all might want to read/ look at the pictures in some of my favorite Buzzfeed articles. Sorry I have nothing else, but even this is pushing it for me today.