Holidays are always interesting... this year is no exception...

So this year, as usual my mom had christmas eve at our house, and my aunt had christmas day at hers. Christmas Eve was full of fun present opening and family games like white elephant and all sorts of other games, like dominoes, etc. Anyway.. this year was quite eventful, ending last night in a semi highschool reunion at a local bar called Tanners. I went there with my usual posse, B, M, and (B's old roommate C). B and I have gone to school together since we were in 3rd grade, so basically we know all of the same people, and i felt a little bad for M and C bc they got sucked into all the highschool gossip and catchups for the evening. And i will say i did find out quite a bit of interesting gossip and it was so great to see all those people again. This is what I love most about the Holidays seeing people that you don't get to see for a long time! It's so great to reunite with everyone. So all in all I would say that I had quite a great holiday. Me and J are trying the whole "friends" thing and I am finding it very interesting, i think he is having a little bit of a hard time that I seem to be doing relatively well from the break-up, and for a guy who was always complaining about having to talk on the phone, he sure seems to be calling me a lot. interesting... I'm not quite sure what to make of this "friends" thing but I guess I will try it out for now. Um lets see... oh i am currently obsessed with this new song be Chrisette Michelle called "Be Ok" it is pretty much my current theme song and I absolutely LOVE IT.
Well lets see I leave for Minneapolis in 3 days and I am pretty excited, i got my new iPod for xmas and I have been downloading music furiously for the trip. I don't think i really have any great stories.... I haven't really been going out to crazily lately, which is interesting for me. Last Thursday I went a dinner party for one of my dad's relatives (his dad's cousin) whatever that makes her to me... and she will be 100 years old this August, and we had an amazing dinner and she stayed up and chatted with us until close to midnight. She had so many great stories and she was sooo interesting.
I am sure there will be many more interesting stories after this Thursday... P is back in town and so is my girl T so I am sure Thursday night will be quite interesting! I can't wait!
Much more Later
xoxo
*Kati
ps. i am currently snacking on the greatest treat in the world... Cinnamon Popcorn from Topsys

So, all the finger crossing in the world couldn't save my Thursday from drama, which has been following me around like a sick kitten all week...

So Thursday night at the Brooksider was moving along great, I was there with M and B, my usual partners in crime, having a great old time. We managed to consume quite a bit of alcohol, and they were playing some of the best music, which is sometimes a little unusual for this particular haunt, but it is always just so damn fun. Anyway, we decided to liven up our night a little bit, by busting out a deck of cards to play f*@k the dealer, now this can be a risky venture considering we are at a bar, and you never can be certain who will want to join in your game. The last week we played a rousing game of quarters and ended up getting lots of very cute boys to join in, and another plus never paying for another drink all night, however this was not the case thursday (hence why the game thing can be risky) Anyway we opted for a game of ftd, because a. the table we had acquired was a patio table with holes and absolutely no good for bouncing quarters into cups of beer, b. i really didn't want to drink beer, it makes me horrific-ly hung-over (as my co-worker KMAC would say... I look like two burnt holes in a blanket...) and finally c. bridge conviently had a deck of cards in her purse. So we begin to play our game, accumulating many evil sneers from girls, and tons of guys stopping by to 'see what we were playing'. now unfortunately one creeper guy came over and decided not to leave... and then preceded to yell out numbers not on turn. Too bad that trick back fired. So we then resorted to purchasing another drink and moving downstairs to the dance floor. Which ended up being quite a blast... we danced to some great oldies but goodies... ya know montell jordan, shoop, tootsie roll, etc then ran into some pretty fun guys from back in high school. So me and b were having quite a fun lil trip down memory lane, m was chatting it up with a cute new boy whom we will call pirate (its a pretty great nickname and me and m had a great time saying RRRR to eachother and him)... when all hell broke loose. Walking down the steps to my favorite spot is J and his friends. Seriously, how could this get any more highschool?! I immediately jet for cover to the ladies bathroom, not a place you want to go in the bsider but I didn't have much of a choice... anyway I decide this is the time when i either need to a. find a cute boy fast and have a grand old time flirtin it up in front of him so he suffers and never comes back here again, or b. leave and make him wonder why i don't even care enough to see him. I opt for option b... surprising for me, but maybe i have learned a thing or two from the past... sorry chris i guess you had to be the one i learned with... anyway... before i can even make it to my car i get a text message from J angry that I was talking to some guy?! Interesting... here is where things really start to go a little insane... he calls before i even have a second to respond, and i answer.... he goes into this long schpeal (sp?) about how i need to wait atleast a couple months before i start talking to anyone and that he had to do this for our own good... yadda yadda... seriously i am getting sick of these chats... and excuse me you broke up with me so I think your opinion on when and who i should date sort of flew out the window at that time. So indeed he ruined my Thursday night, and surprisingly i am not the slighest bit upset or heartsick over the matter of this break up. I am actually thoroughly enjoying my life as a single girl. I guess i am just really and truly done and ready to move on to a real man. Not someone who will play these childish games with me. So lets hope next thursday goes better and if he knows what's good for him, he will most definitly NOT show up this time!!!
xoxo
Kati*

Hopefully becoming drama free as early as next week!!!

me and my partners in crime:

me and m me and b

RUM + DIET COKE = ONE very hung over and very tired fashionista

So last night me and k decided to 'take it easy' and just drink somewhere close to home. Anyway, k and me are not always a good mix when it comes to staying under control. And lets just say last night was one of those nights where our wild-ness fed off eachother creating a scary mix of us both being belligerently drunk, and not being able to contain our laughter through-out the entire evening, that really didn't wind down until the wee hours of the morning. Because of this I am quite possibly the most tired, and cranky person on earth today. Add to this equation that it is currently snowing outside... DISGUSTING, and I am at work... working the longest day in history!!! All i want to do right now is go home and cuddle with my kitten and sleep in my nice warm cozy bed!!! But on a lighter note... i was thinking today about my absolute favorite holiday item, you know something that when you see it, taste it, touch it, etc you are immediately warmed with holiday cheer? And mine is definitly A Topsy's Popcorn Tin full of popcorn! If you have never had the pleasure of tasting this truly amazing popcorn I highly suggest you run to the nearst Topsys/maybe their website? and order one for yourself... and trust me it sounds disgusting, but you can really eat the whole thing all alone... i don't suggest sharing. haha Anyway, my office got one as a gift on Thursday and I have been happily dining on Topsys for the past couple of days. We didn't get the cinnamon kind :( which is the best, but the other three flavors are just as great. Anyway... that is my great holiday cheer for the week! More later, i think i am just really waay to tired and hung over at this point to even force my fingers to move on the keyboard... i wish i could just curl up and sleep under my desk like george from senfeild. Anyway... more later!
xoxo
Kati*

so yesterday was a little bittersweet...

So yesterday I had a pretty great day for the most part... I might have written a little bit too early yesterday saying that it was going along smashingly, but it really was up until about 11:30 that night! Then all hell broke loose. I was minding my own buisness chatting away to a new boy (details much later) and happy as a clam... when all of the sudden out of the blue i recieve 13 text messages in a row from J. Seriously? I have finally started to move on and have been progressively more happy from day to day, when a bomb shell hits my world yet again. What is it about guys that they need to dig up all the old feelings right after you start to move on?! It's so annoying, so quit doing it. Girls want to get everything out and over that day not wait around for a week with their stomachs in huge knots and contemplating every single detail of every single conversation we had about breaking up. So anyway he texts me all this nonesense and it seriously rocks my world. And for the record I have NEVER ONCE said anything negative about him, and despite my anger towards him currently I don't hate him, nor do I wish him any ill will or hurt. And that is major coming from me, ask previous exes who i would constantly talk horribly about and try to make them feel as hurt as I was. I have not done this to J, so it really upset me when he lashed out at me yet again, which according to him, the break up is all my fault bc i hung up on him. please are we in high school? anyway, despite all this i still tried to reason with him and make him see my point yet again, however of course, guys will never admit to any wrong doing so I was completely ignored. Very annoying. However, today is a new day, and I am back on the upswing feeling great and like a humoungous weight has been lifted off my shoulders, plus its my favorite day (Thursday), so nothing could possibly go wrong for the rest of the day (please keep those phalanges crossed) anyway...
I was listening to my very favorite cd, Keyshia Cole, Like you on my way to lunch today and realized my new theme song... Shoulda let you go. and I have been blaring it constantly in my car since, and I think that I will continue until this break-up nonesense is finally done and over.

On to bigger and better blogs... sorry for all the drama recently but it has been consuming my life leading me to forget about other more important things ie cute guys at the gym, ps i have a new hottie that i spotted last night, and celeb gossip. Anyway... So i was watching my absolute fave tv show last night, Project Runway, and I absolutely have a new list.. of course Christian is always my number one. He is crazy brilliant and his detailing is marvelous. I watch that show in awe of his talent. The blazer/shirt that he made for his model during this episode was by far the best of any contestant. However, hot on his trail is kevin (the straight guy) from my previous post. I loved the bustier/corset that he made for his model. And thirdly, is my boy Rami. I know know i still love Kit, but i really think that Rami is quite brilliant and he is one to watch in the future!!! I can't wait to see what happens next!!!

So no more news as of right now... i am sure after i go out tonight and either play a game of quarters at the brooksider or decide that i need to once again drink an entire bottle of rum, i will have many more stories!

so going on to day number seis...

Life is moving along smashingly this week... and i am almost to a full week of singleness... and I absolutely cannot wait for tommorow... Thirsty Thursday..my absolute favorite day to go out. Anyway, yesterday I had a minor set back, a little tears but katie managed to straighten me back out and I ended up waking up happy and full of life. I am currently 'babysitting' my lil sisters kitten mercedes, and she has managed to cuddle with me every night since the break-up and despite that she is constantly attack my feet under the covers, and clawing at my hair ties on my wrist, she is quite a good lil cuddler. So I guess having a lil animal around after a break up is pretty therapeutic and helpful.. i highly recommend it. Anyway.. I seem to have bounced back fairly well and in a few hours i am going to leave here and go indulge myself in some retail therapy. I know its probably not the most responsible kind of therapy but pampering myself and investing in my already out-of-control wardrobe always seems to help me to feel better. Lets see...not much else is new in my life. one of my best friends, K (as we will call her) recently confided in me that she quit hanging around me so much lately bc she didn't like how different i had become when me and the late 'j' had been together. She claimed i wasn't as fun loving or as free as I used to be and she felt he was dragging me down. This has seemed to be the consensus among most of my good friends, and I am throughly annoyed that I didn't even realize that I had modified my personality to stay with him... so annoying. but me and x always did say that a certain someone who i dated before, always knew the 'real' (i guess dramatic and sometimes out of control) me and still loved me... so maybe i should try and find someone a bit more like him next time... anyway... I vow now to never stifle my fun loving personality for a boy ever again! Oh and i have currently added more reasons to why it is so great to be single:
* I can be selfish
* I can go out with my girls/kyle as much as i want
* I have more time to travel to visit places...aka ash big (coming soon to NYC), tasha, and my dottie susie!
* I get to have a great new years!!!!
* and i can move away to cali as soon as i want with out worrying what will happen between me and j.
Tonight... I can't wait to see the new Project Runway.. I know I haven't had a post for awhile about it... but my top 3 so far are:
1. Christian (i absolutely love him... almost as much as Kayne from 2 seasons previous)
2. Kit ( i think she is absolutely adorable and she really knows what she is doing)
3. Jillian/ The straight guy ( these two are tied, and I can't for some reason remember his name but, i really like both of them so we shall see more later)

Oh and I found another quote this one is pretty great and should leave you with something to think about...
"Relationships are like glass, some are worth leaving broken, if it means you will hurt yourself putting them back together." interesting huh?

more later!
xoxox
*kati
a pic of the new improved single me:

So going on day #4 as a hottie single chic...

So not all my friends have been notified of my current relationship status, and slowly but surely all seem to have a comment on my various websites, myspace and facebook. Which is semi-annoying semi-makes me feel loved and cared for. I know they all want to know the scoop but I am just really sick of telling the story so all i currently am saying is yes, it is very true, i am single... and seriously happy about it. Anyway... day #4 is actually a really good day I was a little worried last night that after the weekend of having something to constantly do and look forward to I might breakdown again and start feeling nostalgic about J. But no such feelings have occured. I mean once in awhile i think about him, but all in all, i think i am handling this situation smashingly! Anyway... I had a wonderful weekend, full of new exciting single girlie fun! Anyway, today is the start of a new week and I feel fully confident that it will only get better from here. Keep your fingers crossed for this to be true!!!
And I know this Thursday night and my favorite bar, The Brooksider, will be one of the best Thursday girl night of the season... bc of my new and improved relationship status... and you better believe I will be chatting up that bouncer i have had my eye on all year long! Can't wait!...

details later...
xoxo
Kati*

So my first day as a single girl

So my first day as a single girl went remarkably well... no sudden outbursts or upsets like after my last break up...apparently I am maturing or something. Ha. Anyway, I have realized quite a lot of perks to being newly single and they are pretty great. Don't get me wrong J was a great guy... just maybe not for me, I could have been a little to dramatic and sensitive...
anyway the new perks:
*I can finallly listen to 50 cent whenever i want (j hates him)
*I can finally listen to really girly music and sing at the top of my lungs whenever i want
*I don't have to listen to Tupac constantly
*I don't have to be awakened to blaring "boy' rap in the mornings
*I can do whatever I want, whenever I want
*I can pickup and go on vacation without having to miss anyone
*I don't have to be upset when he doesn't do what i want, or call when he says he will
*I can go out with my girls and get super drunk and just have fun with them all night long
*I don't have to buy any christmas presents (for him anyway)
*I don't have to worry about compromising bc now I can do WHATEVER I WANT WHENEVER I WANT
anyway... more to the list later,
but so far the single life is pretty damn great!
xoxo
Kati

so apparently snowfall marks a huge uproar in my seemingly perfect life

Yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst days of my life, and I am absolutely not kidding in the least bit. I was having ok day, despite the horrible weather situation, and I sort of got in a little fight with J over my lunch break, but it was only b/c i missed him and I have been feeling a little overlooked for the past month or two. We used to always do everything together, like if we went out seperately we would meet up, etc. But anyway things have just been kind of going awry, and I will admit that I am a tad bit dramatic, but he was being completely un-understanding. so anyway the fight blew up into this big dramatic event which resulted in a break-up. Which completely devestated me, for the night. I am currently on the up-swing and looking to a bright and sunny future filled with single girl nights and not having to worry about the rest of my life with him. And i will be free to move whenever and wherever i please without the worry or heartbreak of upsetting someone else. Anyway... I have started on a new regiment to beautify my self and concentrate on only me... which i did a lot of anyway, but now even more so. So I will be going to the gym more regularly... please friends keep me on top of this... and I will be getting my nails done EVERY 2 weeks, maybe starting after xmas bc i have a lot of xmas shopping to accomplish, and keeping up with new makeup, etc So look forward to a new hotter me coming soon...
xoxo
Kati
ps I found another great quote by my girl Bette Davis ( i swear i am her reincarnate well sort of..) I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart would be...

So its definitly winter... where is all that damn global warming?!

So i know Global warming is really bad, and I shouldn't even be joking about it, but I SERIOUSLY HATE winter! I just looked out my window from work and saw a serious snowfall coming down. Which can only mean, a. freezing cold weather which always = dry skin, dry nose, pale skin, and static!!!! b. tons of clothing, ie layering (which I try to avoid at all costs) c. close-toe shoes (another thing I try to avoid at all costs, unless it is my beloved knee-high boots. d. chapped lips, disgusting (lets just say i should have some stock in chapstick) and finally e. major injuries... maybe not for all, but DEFINITLY for me!!! Every year during every winter I manage to injure myself, sometimes severely others, some just a severe ego injury, and some just minor. One particularly awful fall came when I was a sophomore in college and me and my sorority sister Leeann had gotten up at the god-awful hour of 7am to walk to the library to work on another god-awful thing (Statistics) yuck, anyway... we had to walk b/c it was too icy and cold to drive and there is absolutely no parking on campus when the weather is like this...newsflash ... you girls probably shouldn't be walking. So being the diva that I am i own almost zero pairs of flats (this was all during the time when flats were definitly not in style) anyway... I put on my one pair of "sensible shoes" ha ha they were the new bebe tennis shoes, complete with miniature golf like cleats on the bottom, probably not the best for traction on ice, but definitley very cute! Anyway as we are walking, I managed to slide down the hill from our sorority house to the main intersection, across the intersection and to the sidewalk across from the dorms safely, or so I thought. As we are slowly making our way down the street i hit a patch of black ice and go flying! Seriously land on my ass and back... it had to have looked like a cartoon, like my body was seriously flying in mid air, Leeann turns around and looks back at me seriously panicked, the wind is completely knocked out of me... she tries her best to help me w/o laughing, of course she can't. So she is trying to help me up while holding back laughs, the dorm people are probably watching from their windows dying in laughter, and the passersby (the smarties in cars) are laughing and pointing, while meanwhile I am being over dramatic telling her that I broke my tailbone (which if you have seen me is quite a laugh... i have enough padding back there to never break my tailbone in even the worst of falls) anyway... I sit up and immediately howl in pain so Leeann thinks quickly and calls my roommates to drive down and pick me up... Jess eventually comes to my rescue, but not after half of manhattan has driven by and seen my laid up in all my glory on campus. To make matters worse, I called my dad to tell him the news and he insists on driving all the way out to manhattan, then driving me all the way back to kc, in order to get an xray of my tailbone, which turned out to be completely intact. Talk about awful and embarassing... and the girls still bring it up to this day. Which I might chalk this all up to karma, bc me, griff, and mindy used to drive around on campus during really icy/snowy days and laugh at all the idiots who fell, but this constantly happens to me, and happened way before this one particularly embarassing incident. Anyway... things like that always seem to be happening to me in the winter, hence my hatred for the season. And whenever I bring up this subject to my family in Minnesota (which are crazy and actually LIVE for winter, snow, and hideous slush) they think it is quite possibly the craziest thing they have ever heard and can't believe that I would rather be sweating in 95 degree weather with 100% humidity (no exaggeration) than playing around in the hideous snow! I was actually talking to my older sister the other day and she was getting ready to go outside and take a walk bc it was snowing, then I bragged that it was still 60 and sunny in kansas and I couldn't beleive she was excited about freezing cold temps and frozen precip. So to sum up, i am throughly saddened that the winter seems to have finally hit the great state of KS and I absolutely can not wait to be in sunny california soon!
xoxoxo
*kati

Sometimes I think I really just go to the Gym to see people and to watch TV completely uninterrupted...sick i know

So yesterday, I was changing into my gym clothes when I found my self subconciously picking out matching items, and making sure my hair and make up looked ok before I walked out into the freezing cold on my way to the 24 hour fitness down the street. Not only do I constantly see old friends from highschool (now that I am back living at home again) I also run into exes (ugh, the thought of it makes me cringe)... One in particular I see quite frequently at the gym, despite my numerous tries to go at all different times of the day... i still manage to see him a little too often. And whenever this happens I seem to get into some kind of workout frenzy and won't stop ellipticizing until A. I have almost killed myself and brought myself to near heart attack/nearly dying from dehydration/etc. or B. He has left and I can give up the act that I am seriously DETERMINED to exercise all night long. Anyway I am not sure what triggers this frenzy inside of me, I no longer am even attracted to him let alone would i even consider dating/reconciling with him, but I just seem to have this odd obsession with being better or something. I am not sure what it is but its pretty annoying. Anyway... another reason for staying at the gym so long is so that I can watch whatever show and want and not be interrupted by my phone going off, or my dad needing help on the computer, or my mom wanting me to help decorate for the holidays, call me a scrooge but I really HATE decorating for x-mas! So all in all the gym seems to be at times either a peaceful getaway where i can catch up on tv in peace and quiet or a time of frenzied working out, where I am sure that I am the only one who is paying attention to my frenzy and how long I stay at the gym working out... I guess you can call me crazy.
XOXO
Kati*

So i have a little rant...

While slaving away on the elliptical machine at my gym lastnight I was watching Entertainment Tonight, which I will say is almost as bad as buying all those trashy gossip mags that I have a certain affliction for, anyway a story came on about Kevin Federline that really pissed me off. Like seriously, it was a story showing all the wonderful amenities in his backyard and around his home that he had purchased for his sons (or should we say britney purchased with her spousal support checks) now I am not for one minute saying that britney is a better mother for the tykes, but I really hate how the media is rallying around KFed and treating him like some sort of saint. He is even going to be featured on the cover of a certain mens magazine for being one of the top most successful bachelors (giving him props for being such a wonderful father)... interesting.. why has everyone seemed to have forgotten why brit fell into this mess in the first place? excuse me do we not remember Kevin flying all over the world partying every weekend in Vegas spending up all a brit's money, to all of the sudden clean up his act when the divorce court is watching. I am appalled that a. none of brits family or friends have truly stepped up to help her get through this (which i am sure the reason behind this is fear of being cut off from the cash flow, paparrazzi, and constant nights out on the town) and b. that everyone seems to have completely forgotten why we hated Kfed in the first place, and why Brit should've never hooked up with him. Anyway I was just a little pissed when i watched this story and can not believe how Kevin seems to have gone from being torn apart by the media to sudden saint and perfect dad! I am throughly annoyed by this...and I do swear that this will be my VERY LAST britney/kevin blog, but i just couldn't help but be upset and I really do feel horrible for britney... like i have said before she just needs some good girlfriends to help her out of this mess!
xoxo
Kati

A Little Minneapolis for New Years?!

So this year I think I will finally be doing something exciting on New Years, 23 years later, and finally something fun and new! Anyway, I was chatting with my older sister on the phone like normal, and we were talking about how I haven't been up to Minneapolis to see her in like 2 years, which is crazy bc i used to go up atleast 2 times a year. Anyway... this year her boytoy will be out of town, and mine always wants to do 'stuff with the guys' on New Years (really bc i think his boys make fun of him for ALWAYS being with me on EVERY holiday, that I guess I have to let him have atleast one) anyway... as I was saying... Dahli suggested that maybe I should make the 7 hour trek up to Minneapolis that holiday and celebrate with her! Yay it will be like our Graduation trip to Tennessee that she took me on when I graduated high school. Except this time I promised Dahli that I will pack more than ONE pair of shoes (long story) and I promise not to leave her in any malls, or fight with her about the radio for 6 hours... i know i sound so fun to travel with now... but despite our dueling taste is music (hers has gotten better, mine has always been exceptional) I know we will have a blast! She has already gotten us on the list to see one of her fave bands play that night, and she made dinner reservations at a super expensive resturaunt!!! I seriously can't wait, we havent hung out just us since i graduated from High school. So it should be fun... anyway more later
xoxo
Kati*

ps. I just read this quote the other day on icons of style and I absolutely love it: it is my new personal motto (well one of)... "I've won before. And I will win again!" ~Bette Davis! Anyways love it!

So I watched the new Project Runway... and boy do I have some things to talk about...

So first off, let me start by saying, I am never one to criticize another's artwork, especially clothing design, because I am normally open to just about anything, and I especially love people who dress completely funky and mix things I would never even think to put together. Like my older sister for example, she mixes and matches things that I would never even think to buy let alone wear together and they look completely normal and hip on her, however the same look on me would look like a big ol mess. Anyway, I have lost my topic... so back to P. Runway (as me and my bff bridge lovingly call it) I was super upset back the overwhelming lack of WOW that the show once had, and I am throughly pissed that the guy who designed the basic baby doll dress stayed on the show. I mean, neither him or the girl they kicked off did anything spectacular, but his dress was particularly hideous, and I mean anyone who has taken ONE sewing class can construct a babydoll dress, and he didn't even choose attractive fabric, atleast the girl tried to dress her garment up with a hideous jacket, but come on she did construct more than one garment.... Anyway, I have to say the designer who constructed the entire women's suit ensemble... the funky plaid jacket, intresting skirt, etc... was by far my favorite, well him and the guy who fashioned a gorgeous 1940's era womens suit in black and red... in my opinion these guys were definitley overlooked. I mean the detail and work that went into those garments was astounding, and to someone who has slaved their life away on a sewing machine and dress form, I know the work and immaculate care that went into constructing those garments. So I will definitely be rooting for them all season! Since I am already on the subject, I do have to give a shout-out to my very favorite person to ever rock the P.Runway Runway, which is Kayne... I loved every gaudy, gorgeous garment he ever constructed. We have exactly the same style and I from one fashionista to another... I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM!!! Oh, and what was going on with that HIDEOUS, and I mean HIDEOUS, aqua blue bias dress that the 'marionette' designer constructed? Did she just have a little extra fabric that she couldn't waste so she had to make a gigantic mistake and safety pin it all to the bottom of her garment? It was completely hideous, and the dress wasn't even the correct length, it was like she forgot her model was a real person who wasn't being held up by a bunch of strings, so yes, she could actually trip on the hideous dress she was wearing, along with her hideous blue suede boots.... I mean i give her props for her overall construction, she knows her way around fabric, but seriously does she know how things fit on an actual human? Does she know how to put a look together? All in all, I suppose it will be an interesting season.. and lets hope the babydoll dress designer... burns the hat he was wearing in the last episode... talk about hideous... anyway... more later!
*xoxo
Kati

Sometimes being a grown up really sucks...

So I know I am about to sound totally whiney and bratty but I don't care I really hate being a grown-up today! So one of best friends just flew in from Chicago today and we were all planning to drive down to manhattan tommorow for the weekend, and now I can't go until after 5 pm on saturday :( and I am NOT HAPPY! The girl that I was counting on to cover for me on Saturday just called me and said she got tickets to the KU game and since they are doing so well this year (god why not wrench and twist that knife a little deeper, brat) she won't be able to cover for me. ANNOYING... so now I have to miss half my weekend and just suck it up, because normally when I was in college and didn't really care about my jobs or wether or not I kept them, I would have just called in sick and done whatever the hell i wanted to do, without a care or worry in the world, now I actually have a concience, and couldn't leave my job without fear of being a disappointment or worrying about getting fired. Guess I am growing up a teensy bit, which really sucks, but i guess I won't be spending another million dollars on drinks like i usually do when i visit the lil apple... but i am still seriously bummed. And whats even worse i miss the last time to tailgate of the year.. and all the boys are going down this weekend to.. gosh the more i think of it, the sadder i get. Anyway I know i am totally being a complaining,whiney little girl, but i had to let out my disappointment to someone, and i haven't even told my girls yet and they are going to be really pissed. So all in all I definitely can't wait to go out tonight for as many drinks as i can possibly pack into my body bc my friday and saturday are going to suck, at least until five when I am done with work for the rest of the weekend.
sorry for the whining,
xoxo,
Kati

This crazy example shows how different girls and guys really are... or atleast how different me and j are...

So today, I was driving with J through the Plaza and we passed one of my favorite stores... Betsy Johnson, and I just randomly said I want a gift certificate to that store for xmas because I absolutely love her clothes and that would be like a really nice treat, because then I would have to spend the money there, and i've always wanted a really great Betsy Johnson dress. So then J is like well you know what I want for xmas? And of course I knew it would be something super expensive and involving some sort of hideous video game... so then he says a playstation 3, or maybe a nintendo wii! I was like no way.. i am not spending $300 dollars on stupid video game stuff... then my mind started turning and i was like ok... i will get you a wii if you get me the same amount from betsy johnson bc i could really get some great stuff from there with that kind of gift certificate from Betsy's. Then he was like NO WAY... you can't spend that much money on clothes... and I was like hello that is how i feel about video games... clothes are waay more important that video games... anyway i just thought it was funny that he got sooo upset that all i wanted was money to spend on clothes and he didn't think it was a big deal at all to spend that much money on a stupid game thing.
Mars and Venus definitely
xoxo
*kati

Sometimes I am just one big messy tornado...

So Friday night I went out with my bff's mindy, kyle, and 'the' chase for drinks and some fabulous dancing... which ended up being an excellent night full of a little too much drinking and not quite enough dancing. Anyway, when me and j got back to my house that night it ended up being around 4 am... yikes i had to wake up the next morning by at least 8 to make it to work at 9. So saturdays are the one and only day that I CAN NOT be even one minute late to work, bc i have the office key and am in charge of running the office for the day, of course... my alarm sounds off at 7:40, 7:50, and 8:00 am Saturday morning, what do I do in my drunken haze? Turn it off, like i have nothing better to do than sleep the day away cuddling with my boy toy. When suddenly at 8:53 am I pop up from a deep sleep glance at my phone and realize i have to be to work in exactly 7 minutes. I couldn't do this even if i was fully dressed and ready to go. I jump up, scaring J and run around my room frantically throwing together an outfit, i didn't even bother to glance in the mirror while brushing my teeth and run out the door. J is tagging along still in a sleepy daze trying to figure out what the hell kind of whirlwind his girlfriend has become. As we are driving to work (he was borrowing my car for the day bc his was at home and i didn't have time to drop him off as planned before) he glances over to me and says, I can't believe you got ready that fast, why aren't you always that fast? If i would have know you could run around and throw clothes on and make up on that quickly I would have never put up with your hour to hour and 1/2 that it normally takes. I am not in the same jubuliant jokey mood as J and only give him and icy stare and say... it wasn't by choice, I don't even have a smear of makeup on and my hair hasn't seen a brush for over a day now... i am ABSOLUTELY not ready! J seeing that I am not myself just chuckles to himself and says I look gorgeous no matter what, (what a suck up) but a cute one that's for sure. Anyway by 9:10 I am pulling up to the office and frantically extracting my key from my key ring... running to the door unlocking it, and jumping behind the desk to take the phone off of call forward. Just as I do my boss calls, very unhappy that I am soo late, and has a list of things to finish a mile long. What a great wake up call... i know, on top of all this my voice has become incredibly hoarse from my out of control thursday and friday nights so I sound like death everytime I answer the phone. Eventually, I get tired of explaining no I am not dying, just a lil hoarse from too much night life, I decide to run back to the kitchen and make myself a hot cup of green tea. As I return back to the desk, my brain momentarily forgets to function, and I take the biggest swig of the INCREDIBLY HOT tea and burn the roof of my mouth and spit the tea back into the cup... great not only do i have a burnt mouth I also have a huge cup of backwash tea...yummy. Anyway the day eventually gets a little better, my brain starts working again from its alcohol induced coma and i actually regain my boss' affection back by finishing my tasks in a very timely and accurate manner... so once again despite the messes i allow myself to fall into... i always manage to come out ok... except for the whole burnt mouth thing, which really REALLY hurts today... anyway more later!
xoxo
*kati

So I think all Britney needs are some good girlfriends...

So whenever I am bored at work I am constantly reading msn's hot gossip stories and poor Britney Spears is always the main topic. And I will admit I do read them, and I can't help but feel really bad for her. Clearly the girl is so messed up because she has no 'real' girlfriends around to straighten her ass out and tell her like it is! Evey girl needs to have friends that can tell them when they are being crazy, or being a bitch, or drinking too much, etc. But she doesn't really have anyone to do that for her. So upon realizing this I am sooo thankful for all my wonderful amazing girlfriends I have, who have no problem telling it like it is and whipping me back into shape when i start to slip down a wrong trail... probably the only negative is they definitly fuel my terrible shopping addiction, and I secretly believe they talk me into buying things so they don't have to spend the money and they can just borrow it, but that I am ok with... Anyway all in all... I really hope poor lil britney can just find a nice set of great friends, and i wouldn't trade my girls for all the fame and money in the world, because without them fame and money would be no fun!

xoxo

Kati*

I ABSOLUTELY HATE CLEANING!!!

So i have a very sickening shopping addiction paired with another sickening addiction to KEEP EVERY outfit I have ever purchased. It is seriously disgusting, but clothes might be more sentimental to me than pictures or gifts. Anyway, I was cleaning out my bedroom yesterday, trying to make room for all my winter clothes in my dresser and closets when I realized half of the clothes I was hanging up I hadn't worn, looked at, or even remembered I owned, but of course once i saw them again, I couldn't part with them. What if I have the perfect outfit to go with it oneday... and I don't have it... tragedy would ensue!! Anyway I came across a sickening fact that there is absolutely not enough room in both my room closets, or my dresser to house the mountains of clothing that I have accumulated. I have drawers full of sorority tees that i absolutely cannot part with, drawers packed full of jeans dating all the way back to jr. year of highschool, (again what if i want to wear them again), drawers full of pants, even a scary leather pair from when I used to work at Gap and could never pass up a good sale, thousands of coats, jackets, and fleeces, i have a slight coat obsession, tons of sweaters, thousands of going out tops, and seriously an entire closet of dresses...from formals to semi to day dresses... it is sickening.. we haven't even started on shoes and purses that I can't seem to give up yet. SO anyway while I was cleaning yesterday not only did I severly injure my hand on an open pair of scissors lodged somewhere in a pile of clothes, I have had an allergy attack lasting all through today because of the enormous cleaning I achieved yesterday. However, through out this 'spring cleaning' i only managed to put a large dillards back of clothes in the give away pile (and almost half of those were my lil sisters that she left in my closet when I was living in manhattan.) disgusting! So all in all, I have decided cleaning is the worst idea ever!!!

Below is a new picture of me being the diva I am in all my drunken glory at my fave night spot Blonde!

So... Since it's Halloween Week and all... I have a Confession to make..

Since I was a little girl I can always remember being fascinated by ghosts and the supernatural world. Normal for a little girl, some say not so normal when you are a grown -up (well sort of grown-up). Anyway, recently I have become a little bit more obsessed, I DVR this show on the Discovery channel called "A Haunting" and I try to watch it as much as possible, subsequently I can no longer sleep in the pitch black, I absolutely must have my tv on at night in order to fall asleep, like the tv can keep ghost away or something. Anyway, despite my late night terrors I CANNOT stop watching this show. It is like a train wreck that you can't stop looking at or in my case watching. And I seriously can not stop thinking about it more and more. I tell J that I really want to go stay in a haunted hotel for our anniversary and he just rolls his eyes and says their is no way your gonna see a ghost. But I just can't let it go. I have even become obsessed with old houses and older apartments for rent around town, specifically because I really hope they are haunted. I used to tell people that this crazy old house I lived in during my college years at K-state was haunted, but I really think it was just a run-down shack of a house that was falling apart. We also had various ghost stories at my sorority about girls who had died in the house, one specifically was a girl named Mona who died in our house of a brain anuerism and she supposedly haunted the sleeping dorm that I slept in. Girls said she used to stand of them chanting "you think you're sooo pretty... and cackle an erie laugh" unfortunately she never came to me. Anyway, the more I watch this crazy show, my mom seriously laughs at it when she watches it with me, the more I interested I become. It is seriously addicting and my friends including my boyfriend all think I am seriously crazy! But I secretly I just keep wishing for something to come and haunt me so then I can see it for myself. Anyway that is my crazy deep dark secret, and I would have to say its pretty unusual. More later!
xoxo
*kati

So I am SERIOUSLY regretting my whole bottle of rum that I consumed lastnight...

Before I can start off with my story of going out I have to continue on with how my terrible Thursday (day) continued. The rest of my day at work ended nicely, so did dinner with the 'rents, however the night at the gym did not go as smoothly. I met my friend Katie and her daughter, and got set to work out. We were recently informed by our gym friend "C" that we were working out all wrong, doing weights after cardio, who would know such a thing? apparently everyone but us, anyway so we started out with weights when I spied an ex with whom i have a very awkward relationship with to say the least, lets just say everytime we tried, it never ended well, usually always due to my overexaggeration and dramatization, but anyway, I immediately drop my hands from the machine I was about to use and hiss to Katie, "we have to go to the ellipticals RIGHT NOW!!!" she of course is not going without a fight, you would understand if you knew her. Anyway we get to the ellipticals,with a big commotion nonetheless, clearly causing the scene that I DIDN'T want to cause, and i try to tell her the story without the whole gym overhearing. Anyway, she ends up leaving early bc her darling baby girl wouldn't quit crying in the nursery, so I am left to fend for myself. So I kill myself and do an extra 10 minutes on the ellipticals, then decide I haven't tortured myself enough, so i hop on the bikes and do 30 more minutes!! Just when I am about to finish on the bikes, he pops up on this ab thingy right next to the womens locker room!!! I can't hop back on the bikes, or the elliptical, or leave without my keys (damn that locker room door) so I HAVE to walk past him, and he is taking his merry time. Well I manage to shimmy past him w/o having to make chit chat, I run to my locker, grab my keys and cell and immediately start making calls so I can look too busy to chat and not rude, of course at this point in time NONE of my girls feel the need to answer the phone, RUDE! So i just pretenc and get out of there as quickly as possible. After all this I can not wait to get a drink!!! So i called my wonderfully fabulous and oh so classy friends Kyle and "the Chase" to go out. I swear they know of every fabulous night spot in KC and they always look the hottest out of anyone, anywhere. We went to this fabulous little bar downtown called Madrigal, where I proceed to drink the bar out of rum, seriously!!! Then Kyle drug me to another hot spot Missy B's where we drunkenly danced the night away until 3 in the morning. Me and Kyle of course loving the mirrors on the dance floor mor than we cared about dancing with eachother, i swear if i never get married we will be the real life Will and Grace, i think we might have even promised to stay single forever so we can always have as much fun with eachother as we do now. Anyway, back to my bottle of rum, the previously stated adventures were something I truly regretted when I got to J's house and the whole apt was spinning. This is where I have come to the conclusion that it is so not fun to be really drunk when your boyfriend is in a deep sleep and not cooperating with your drunken fun. So after an hour or so of forcing him to talk to me so I could sober up and make the room stop spinning I feel into a deep sleep, so not wanting to hear my alarm at 7 am. But of course it never fails, so I woke up this morning with a horrible hangover and a burning stomach, thanks rum and diet coke. Pulled myself out of bed threw my hair up and ran to work, thankfully on time. But regretting every minute of my rum feast from the night before. So now I am having a horrible time trying to concentrate on work, and am counting down the minutes until I can leave for lunch to meet bridget, because I absolutely love being a lady who lunches!

According to J "I'm a lot like a cat...."

So my boy toy was trying to describe me the other day and he came to the conclusion that I am a lot like my horribly nasty, but oh-so-adorable cat Malcolm. He is the sweetest little cat you will ever meet, but he has the most wicked temper! When you see him you just want to scoop him up in your arms and cuddle him. He however, has different plans. He only will cuddle on his time, when he feels like it, much like me... i like to do almost everything on my time and i am pretty stubborn if i don't get my way. Malcolm also has the most unpredictable temper of anything on earth, again this is quite like me. He will be so cute and sweet, sitting on your lap and soaking up all your love and attention and then for no reason whatsoever, ATTACK... bite, kick, scratch, etc. And then a few minutes later, be totally fine. This is also a bit like me, i tend to lose my temper rather quickly, and lash out, but after a little time and space I get over it and return to my sweet old self. Also like my gorgeous feline friend I love to wreak havoc during the wee hours of the moring, preferably midnight or later. I could go without ever getting up in the mornings, a nd if i could i would be content doing nothing except for shopping and pampering myself. Of course I don't do this but it would be my ideal. Anyway, after this chat I realized that I scarily am quite a bit like my ill tempered brat of a cat malcolm, but I can also be a whole lot sweeter and more fun!

I should just be able to skip Tues and Thursday mornings... and go straight to the bars on Thurs!

So apparently Tuesday and Thursday mornings/days are just really not my days... yesterday (a wednesday) went smoothly and easily, i even go to enjoy one of the last major thunderstorms of the season. Anyway, today of course is not the same, since of course it is a doomed Thursday... thinking i could rid myself of the curse of always being late on Tues and Thursday's I took a shower the night before, and blow-dryed my hair straight so i would already be getting a head start. I got up at about the right time, 7:30 no one knows how much I HATE the sound of my alarm clock, and started getting right to work. However, bc it was a dreaded Thursday I could find NOTHING in either of my two closets or even my mom's to wear, i finally settled on a plaid halter dress with a black cardigan, leggings and black pumps, not my fave but by this time it was 8:45! Where the hell did all my time go... i am supposed to be on the road by 8:42 if I want to stop and get my morning diet coke and make it to work on time... anyway i didn't get into my car until 8:58 and i didn't walk through the doors of the office until 9:15, but i still made it I guess. Anyway, I got right to work, but everything today seems to be taking amazingly long! I missed my lunch with bridget bc i wasn't paying attention and lost track of time, now i am going to have to get down on my hands and knees and pray for her to go out with me tonight, because the only thing that will save this disasterous day will be a whole lotta rum and diet cokes and I absolutely can NOT wait!!!!

Just a LITTLE complication in my Complication Free life...haha

So I have been asking myself a lot of questions lately about my future, and have found that I know almost none of the answers to them. Since graduating from college I have had this overwhelming sense that my life will not just suddenly all fall into place like I once imagined, and that finding your dream job is almost nearly impossible. I feel it is almost the exact same when dealing with finding true love. I know, I know I am crazy to even be thinking about finding 'the one' at a time like this, but I can't help it, all these little thoughts keep bubbling up in my head about finding my soul mate. And at a time in my life when I should be looking forward, on to new adventures, and a new life, why is it that I can't help looking back? And why do I keep wondering can you ever mend a relationship in which both people ended with broken hearts? And then more importantly if you can't, is your heart really ever whole again to give to someone else? Or does the person who broke it still have little bits that you can never get back? And if so, does that mean your new someone can never really have all of you, because part of you belongs to someone else? I guess the saying you never get over your first love is true, but that leads me to wonder, are you ever supposed to? Or is the person whom you can never get over the one you are supposed to be with? Also, if you have moved on, but can't quite seem to get the past out of your thoughts and feelings doesn't that mean you really haven't moved on at all? As you can see it is a never ending circle that I can't seem to get myself out of, I seem to be just confusing myself more and more. I guess I will find out soon enough... as my grandma says... I have my whole life ahead of me and a thousand more mistakes to learn from... I will keep you posted on my ever complicated life...xoxoKati

Somedays I think it's better to just not get out of bed... seriously...

So it's only 11:30 am and the list of mishaps and 'kati only' accidents I've had today are longer than i can count, or even want to think about. Let me first tell you all of the calamities that have happened to me today would ONLY happen to me, and these types of events happen daily. I am the most accident prone, ditzy but really smart, and clutzy person you will EVER and I mean EVER meet! To begin my day, I woke up late, partly my fault, partly because my adorable boyfriend kept me up WAY to late lastnight. So already in a hurry I try to take a quick shower, which is never realistic for me, since I am the girliest person on earth. During my "quickie" shower I cut my ankle shaving and begin gushing blood all over the bathroom, cute I know. After I get my ankle fixed up, finding a band-aid in an apartment home to three guys is next to impossible, it is already 7:30 and my hair is soaking wet, i don't have a stitch of makeup on, and I have to leave by 8:15 next to impossible for girls with curly hair! So I am running around the apartment like a mad woman blowdrying my hair, and brushing my teeth at the same time, thankfully no electrocution, cuz with my luck you never know. On to my makeup... trying to do your makeup in a tiny bathroom mirror with flourescent lights is always a harrowing task, but i managed to finish in record time. So I thought yes, I actually managed to be ready only 15 minutes behind schedule. I give J a quick kiss goodbye and run out the door! While driving to work I managed to be stuck behind EVERY grandma driver in the states of Missouri and Kansas! So i arrived at work by 9:10, ran through the doors and started right to work. Thinking I'm such a rockstar that I wasn't that terribly late, I got right to work on printing my needed flyers and marketing tools for the day I start making a couple copies on the copy machine. Heres where I realize my day is doomed! All of the sudden in the middle of my copying the machine starts beeping indicating it needs toner, normally an easy task unless you are me. I pull out the toner bottle, thinking nothing of it, i've refilled the machine a hundred times, I'm shaking the bottle, when all of the sudden, POOF a humongous cloud of black toner goes flying all over the office, my cute peep toe gold heels are gold no more, my toenails which were once a great shade of red, are now pitch black, the carpet surrounding me is pitch black, toner is all over the top of the copy machine, etc. And I just stand there with no clue what to do next. So i run to get a vacuum cleaner, thankfully it comes up off the carpet, and the copy machine. However, my clothes, shoes, and toenails, are still caked in black. Cute i know. I tried everything i could to clean myself up, i think the only thing that will rid my toes of the black cakey powder is the pedicure i'm treating myself to later today. Next, the copier runs out of paper. Another simple task for normal people, however, i am still not normal. I reach for the paper and realize the top sheet is covered in toner powder, now here is where most other people would throw the top piece away and use the clean sheets, but I had to try and wipe the sheet clean, in a bit of a hurry i might add, bc i never stop to think i constantly act on impulses and want everything done quickly, anyway... so while i am wiping i get the BIGGEST paper cut of my life straight across the palm of my hand. Great, not only do i have toner powder everywhere, i am now bleeding, yet again. So i run to bathroom to clean up so i don't get blood on anything else. Needless to say that stupid paper i should have thrown away in the beginning is where it belongs in the trash, clean of toner powder but stained with blood. I am sure the rest of my day will continue like this... but i must go... my lunch break is calling, where who knows what nonsense will happen to me next!