Fried Green Tomatoes.... and yes, that's an acceptable meal. *yummy*

Most people that know me (or at least, know me well) knows that I LOVE Fried Green Tomatoes. The food and the movie.... and probably the book. Fannie Flagg knew what was up and knew that I needed Idgie Threadgoode to guide me.

There's nothing that happens in my life to where I don't question how Idgie Threadgoode would handle it. A kind of "WWID" type of situation. Luckily for me, Idgie was just about as dramatic as I am and we relate to each other in alot of ways. (And I say "we" but mostly I just relate to her!).

I often find myself quoting the movie (Towanda!!) and the fact that Idgie made me feel like it was ok to be a "tomboy" has bleed through to my entire life. Did Idgie care what people thought about her hair or clothes? Hell no. Do I care? F*ck that. We are both comfort and practicality over fashion and expectations.

Speaking of quotes, I also call Momma my "bee charmer" and if you've never seen the movie, that won't make any sense to you.

I don't remember how old I was the first time I watched the movie, but I know I cried (no matter how many times I watch it, it always makes me cry), and laughed uncontrollably.

And with it being one of my all time favorites ever (and that's saying something, because I watch/love a bunch of movies.... the 90s were just a good time for film and if anybody tries to tell you any differently.... get rid of them), it had been FAR too long since I had gave it a go.

Having realized this, I knew that I had to make it right and found my DVD copy to pop in (and then realized that I must love this movie, because I own three copies of it.... quit judging me). And just to let you know, it's just as amazing as what I remembered.

"Why did you go with Idgie Threadgoode?" "Because she.... she's the best friend I ever had, and I love her."

Podcasts are ruining my life and cracking me up. *get on board with this*

**the podcast "The Habitat" lets us know that it takes up to twenty minutes to send/receive each message from Mars to Earth**

Danielle: Did they just say that it takes twenty minutes to send/receive a message to/from Mars to Earth?
Me: Yeah, that's what the guy just said. That's so weird to think about.
Danielle: It's not weird.... it's infuriating.
Me: Ok.... why?!
Danielle: It takes twenty minutes to communicate between Earth and Mars and I literally can't even get the internet in my house to work 90% of the f*cking time.

Somewhere between a cupcake and a nervous breakdown.

One of our sales reps brought cupcakes into work today and Danielle wanted me to split one with her (because apparently she wants to be healthy and have self control or something? weird), so that she wouldn't be eating a whole one by herself. (But, she should've because they were delicious.... but we both agree that "red velvet" is just chocolates copycat cousin).

That got us talking about when people usually start thinking about their overall health and begin changing their eating/exercise habits. I kind of assumed that people started really paying attention to that kind of thing in their mid-thirties, but Dani crushed me dreams and a little piece of my soul (thanks, dude), by informing me that people really start with all of that around thirty.

What. the. actual. f*ck.

She then told me that since I'm creeping up on thirty (I turned twenty-eight two months ago) that I would probably start trying to "get a handle" on everything, because your body just automatically becomes more aware of its age.

That's when I was forced to tell her that I've literally been eating like a six year old my entire life and there's absolutely NO WAY that I can reign that shit in within two years. She laughed and was like, "oh Katie, it can't be that bad" and I had to admit that there were sour gummy worms in my purse as we were having this conversation.... she just shook her head and laughed, because she knows that I'm a lost cause (for the most part). Either way, I don't foresee me "reigning" anything in.

And Dani, just remember, the closer I creep to thirty, the closer you creep to forty. Cheers.

I fell asleep at 7:43 pm and when the hell did I get this old?

I've been fighting a head cold for about a week now and it's not going so well.... if you don't believe me, ask my migraine.

I'm currently drinking a Coke, because apparently I have a minor addiction problem with caffeine? That's up for debate (no, it's not), but I decided since I've already tried ibuprofen and allergy meds, it was worth a shot.

Speaking of allergy meds, I took a double dose of some last night (this head cold is getting the best of me), and while I used to be able to stay up for days on end with nothing but Mountain Dew and sure will, I took those meds and passed out on the couch.... at 7:43pm.

Party girl, I am not.

Not only did I pass out at 7:43pm (along with Tayder, because he's sleepy round the clock with me and Momma, because she's had to take meds too), but I apparently started sleepwalking again and made pudding (the kind that you cook), turned off our heat (it was 58° when I got up this morning), and text Danielle in a panic, because I woke up at 8:03pm (yes, only twenty minutes later) convinced that I was late for work.

I kind of remember that part? All I remember is I woke up in a panic (I do that pretty often.... it's the result of ongoing insomnia and night terrors), seen that there was light outside (this whole "time change" thing ruins my life at least twice a year), and text her "Dude, I 157# overslept. I just woke up, I'll be there asap." Needless to say, she was very confused and about a minute later I had to send her a follow up text that said, "And never mind, because it's f*cking nighttime. Sorry, I dozed off and woke up really damn confused."

You'll be happy to know that she was both extremely confused and cracking up at me at the same time. And no, I don't know what "157#" was supposed to mean. I'm assuming I meant to say 157% (I'm dramatic), and hit the wrong button in my haze.

Now I just want to go home, eat, drink wine, and watch Netflix. (Which is coincidentally what I always want to do).

Don't just remember today, remember with a piece of you.... everyday.

I read somewhere today, that "thirty-one percent of Americans, and forty-one percent of millenials, believe that two million or fewer Jews were killed in the Holocaust; the actual number is around six million. Forty-one percent of Americans, and sixty-six percent of millennials, cannot say what Auschwitz was. Only thirty-nine percent of Americans know that Hitler was democratically elected."

What I take away from that, is that we are apparently teaching and learning about the wrong things these days. How a moment in history as monumental and appalling as this is "being forgotten" or "fading from memory" is happening, I will never understand. How have we let something like this "go"? Sure, moving on must be done, but forgotten? I call bullsh*t.

Sadly, how the world seems to be going these days, it's entirely unsurprising to me. Appalling, yes. Shocking, no.

Nina Weil, 71978. But always, more than a number.

With that being said, today is a day of remembrance for those lost and/or affected from that horrible time. And it is because of them, that we must keep remembering and hoping and knowing and fighting. The next time you make a decision that affects more than just you, remember, this began  the same way.

Be kind. Think it through. And never forget.