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!