tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35675942011-08-02T18:12:38.647-04:00The Indomitable OptimistWhoever you are: step out in the evening
from your room where all is known to you;
your house is just this side of great distances:
whoever you are.
--Rainer Maria Rilkecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.comBlogger2951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-22480168435353965402008-10-10T22:26:00.002-04:002008-10-10T22:29:06.109-04:00Sometimes I wonder if we ever really understand how much love surrounds us. Sometimes I wonder how freeing it would be if we did. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-46714750976888103932008-09-03T22:56:00.003-04:002008-09-11T17:39:32.380-04:00Well, I certainly didn't expect all that...Just as an update, I am apparently attractive to 50-some year old grandfathers in Utah, any online male in my area that is at least 15 years older than me, and some dude who has never even spoken to me keeps saying I make him feel special. Awesome.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-70898349793801038802008-09-03T22:23:00.003-04:002008-09-03T22:51:04.151-04:00I did actually get to see him in person, in real life, once...I have a working theory that many (because I try to not over-generalize) men are always thirteen at heart: all about hormones and video games. I have to admit, I may be the same way, minus the video games. At thirteen I was an insecure bookworm totally in love with Johnny Depp, and I fear that girl is still lurking inside the woman I cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-73099933028575523322008-08-04T22:04:00.004-04:002008-08-18T21:55:34.609-04:00Covering the bases, I suppose.About a month ago, Kate and I met Norma and Stan. We were sitting outside, eating ice cream, and dissecting the movie we had just seen when these two lovely strangers asked to sit with us. They were clearly a couple, and just looking for a place to sit, but we struck up a conversation and it wasn't long before the topic turned dating. Stan, at 70 years old, is stillcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-73101768976066250882008-08-01T21:01:00.003-04:002008-08-01T21:18:07.082-04:00Long Enough A re-design has been long overdue and though I'm not completely happy with my color scheme, it will have to do. After so many other changes in the past year, I think I've held off actually keeping up this blog because it had not changed as well. That, and some things simply cannot be put out there for all the world (meaning the emptiness of the internet that actually looks at this cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-50211950873064610052008-05-02T22:47:00.000-04:002008-05-02T22:48:24.687-04:00AbsolutelyYour Slogan Should BeCat. Love Every Bite.The Slogan Generatorcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-84606492679178099292008-04-24T21:51:00.002-04:002008-04-24T21:57:32.838-04:00What To Do When You Don't Know What To Do1. Have little mini-meltdowns in your own head.2. Continue eating chocolate.3. Stress out over things you have no control over.4. That have not happened yet. But get good and mad and upset anyway.5. Try to make that little voice that keeps saying "you suck" to shut up.6. Wonder, during your psychopathology class, if you are having a pyschotic break.7. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1165664401107371992008-03-29T18:34:00.002-04:002008-03-29T18:45:58.523-04:00Realizations That I Am (sometimes reluctantly) Coming To1. I have watched approximately 5, 236, 874 episodes of Law and Order, and the only thing I've learned is that divorce is easier than trying to kill my future spouse for all the insurance money. Also, always ask for a lawyer and say nothing else.2. My wardrobe pretty much consists of t-shirts and jeans. I'm really very boring and not at cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-47001557861282446612008-03-13T13:11:00.004-04:002008-03-13T13:24:43.995-04:00Go Watch Thishttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrRn9XK3acY (a recovering survivor speaks out against pro-ana websites)A friend of mine made this video, which I just think needs to be seen and I think she is amazing. And that there are probably a lot more people than I am aware of that need to see it and need the support to continue to fight and recover. Which is something I can understand.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-34822175409501422352008-02-22T17:26:00.002-05:002008-02-22T17:40:02.379-05:00I've been trying to think of what I'd want to say in this space, at this particular time, and I find myself at a loss for words--nothing specific enough, nothing vague enough, nothing hitting the right note. Yet, there is this part of me that is demanding acknowledgement, and to that part, for now, I find these words from e.e. cummings: this(let's remember)day died again andagain;which right now cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-34270309185586226572007-09-27T21:24:00.000-04:002007-09-27T21:26:12.207-04:00I have been much too boring to blogI’m trying to be interesting. I’m trying to make new friends. I’m trying to see possibilities in places where I am just not able to see them. I’m trying to stay on top of things. I’m trying to not get annoyed with people who mean well. I’m trying to remember that it is not all about me. I’m trying to be good and selfless and understanding and reasonable. I’m cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-66763644747738970982007-09-07T15:51:00.000-04:002007-09-07T16:00:54.868-04:00I just walked into my bedroom after taking a shower and some sort of winged insect literally the size of my thumb was upside down in the middle of my bedroom floor. It seemed odd, since I hadn't noticed something the size of a small bird flying around my apartment but I had to wonder if that is why I kept waking up last night. Maybe it was dive bombing on my head all night long. Not a pleasant cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-52141320428361879502007-05-11T23:12:00.001-04:002007-05-11T23:12:52.732-04:00The Dentist Made Me Cry...... and then I got a chocolate milkshake.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-62634462951086758832007-03-16T20:09:00.000-04:002007-03-16T20:26:34.981-04:00This what you do...when there's a March snowstorm in Boston, and you had already decided last week to take the day off.You laze around most of the day, opting to stay home rather than drive to the gym and lose your snow emgergency parking spot. Do the laundry, make friends with Denise Austin and hope it starts to snow soon.Then decide to take the "T" to meet a friend for a movie. Put on your Basscathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-69693647450568471292007-03-15T17:53:00.000-04:002007-03-15T18:09:54.383-04:00There is no witty title for these updatesWell, that little meltdown is over, though I am still walking around all angst-ridden and still not really knowing anything. I'm sure I'll be breaking down again at some point.I finally got compensation from Airtran for the bag they lost. How that just magically disappeared forever I'll never know, but at least I can now replace some of the bigger cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-74588843540562087732007-02-22T07:50:00.000-05:002007-02-22T07:57:29.516-05:00Another Year PastI think above all, right now I believe in grace.I don’t know really what I think on a million subjects, being torn as I am. I know that I often feel unfit, out of place, confused, stuck, wandering, lost. I know that as much as I believe there is a God that knows me, has given me gifts, has led me; I often feel distanced and out of touch spiritually. I know that much of this is mycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-50201208437011371762007-02-19T18:00:00.000-05:002007-02-20T08:08:40.888-05:00Driving into work today…The “service engine soon” light makes me nervous…I’ll be bringing it to the dealer tomorrow.Is Tristan extra shaky today? Is the car trying to veer off the road? Breakdown in the middle of the lane and get me into a horrible fiery accident?Must go to gym today.Am I happy with the speaker dock I bought…?Must write some thank you notes;Must not procrastinate above item any cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-47435853700858131382007-02-16T19:18:00.000-05:002007-02-16T19:21:11.978-05:00A List of Good Things About Today1. Comfypants all day.2. Got my car out of the ice this afternoon.3. Got another thingie I will call Yes To Future Plans That Cannot Be Revealed on Blog, Lest I Be Fired From Work.That means there are 2 Yes and 2 waiting to hear...cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-91035634678888404212007-02-15T14:59:00.000-05:002007-02-15T15:10:03.978-05:00This is what I faced this morning:On the other side is the curb, in front is the wall of snow/ice and behind me is some room (about a foot or so) to maneuver. Not that you can quite tell, but the tires are encased in an inch or so of ice. Needless to say, I worked from home today. And I will never drive anywhere again. I tried to get out again this afternoon and about all I accomplished was cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1169583694681759782007-01-23T15:19:00.000-05:002007-01-23T15:21:34.700-05:00An Example of How I Am Both Mean and BrilliantThis morning CoWorker1 got back from a 4-week vacation to India. To punish her for leaving me, she came back to a cube that was completely packed up, wrapped in caution tape and plastic-spider-ridden cobwebs, with this tacked to the outside:**********************************************************************Ms. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxr:It has come to our cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1167795388733295602007-01-02T22:33:00.002-05:002007-01-02T22:36:28.750-05:00The Outer CircumstancesLately, I find Frasier hilarious.Diet Dr. Pepper has been dubbed by my favorite almost-two-year-old as “Cat’s water”. How right he is.Airtran lost one of my bags. So far, irrevocably. What makes me upset about that is the fact they lost my gifts, not just my pair of jeans and shampoo. Things that mostly can be replaced, but for me the fact that these things already had cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1166192726032533432006-12-15T09:23:00.000-05:002006-12-15T09:25:26.033-05:00In other news...I finished the afghan I'm giving my mom for Christmas. It's up at the Kraft Klub blog.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1166192605475789772006-12-15T09:07:00.000-05:002006-12-15T09:23:25.553-05:00The good thing is that I am working from home today...Every morning for the past few weeks I have woken up disconcerted, having had some sort of odd, not-good dreams. I generally remember snippets and there is always something going wrong at the last minute, something taken a terrible turn, something going awry when it didn't need to.In my waking life, I've hit some kind of wall. Every time I cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1165975747677447072006-12-12T21:04:00.000-05:002006-12-13T07:41:59.333-05:00Just a quick bloggy note…I am one of those people that love the white twinkly lights, candlelight carols, the sappy movie specials on tv, the thought of hot chocolate with peppermint candy canes while it snows outside, the hope that just maybe something miraculous could happen and in general dig the Christmas time of year.That being said, this year that special feeling that it was the special cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1164923872214240332006-11-30T16:50:00.000-05:002006-11-30T16:57:52.240-05:00Currently...I am on the phone with random companies because I came home to a credit card bill with all these crazy charges on it. Crazy charges that are not mine.Nothing pricey, but random, I'll tell you. The video professor, which is out a set of Lotus 1-2-3, some other place that is full of static that is something about building websites, and some other bidding place.So far the video professorcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1163982061473661012006-11-19T19:00:00.000-05:002006-11-19T19:21:01.493-05:00I'm a Hot Little Potato Right NowFriday: the best phone call EVER.Saturday: little sleep, lots of running around, but a good dinner.Sunday: good talk at church, but I was already feeling...well, not the love I can tell you that-- but I decided to stick around even though I was just in a mood. Now I am a major GRUMPYPANTS bad mood woman and I can't quite put a finger on why. I think its the same cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1163773995211392342006-11-17T09:29:00.000-05:002006-11-17T09:49:59.610-05:00Things That Are Amusing Me Right Now1. That ‘alarm clock catastrophe’ song from dunkin donuts commercial. I feel like that every day. It is a catastrophe when my alarm clock goes off. Especially when the pager went off several times in the middle of the night.2. This onion article. I am a Law and Order: SVU addict.3. A very addictive word game that I want CoWorker1 to play. It would lessen the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1163535497880836332006-11-14T15:15:00.000-05:002006-11-14T15:23:50.580-05:00The Newest AdditionI just got this as an early Christmas present from g and Tammy when g came to visit this weekend. I was very good and let the large, somewhat heavy box just sit in the living room until g got here. I am the epitome of restraint and control. I am now in love. I need recipes! I need things to grate and chop and puree! Seriously awesome. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1163460270043093352006-11-13T18:16:00.000-05:002006-11-13T18:24:30.063-05:00If There was a Pill to Cure Laziness, I Might Just Look Into ThatToday marks my at long last Return to the Gym. Oddly, walking into my small, no-frills gym that does not smell baby fresh but a bit more on the side of clearly-people-are-working-out-in-here was comfortable and somehow...energizing I guess. I was psyched to get moving again, though five minutes into my ArcTrainer time I was sorta cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1162997783636058032006-11-08T09:51:00.000-05:002006-11-08T09:57:27.253-05:00A RundownFinally.And also: yes to what is said about the current season. I am becoming both apathetic and angry with what they are doing to the characters I used to love to watch. I didn't always like what was done before with the writing, but this is so much worse.A note to The Powers That Be at Lost: Do not become the X-files. Just don't.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1162559994904212602006-11-03T08:19:00.000-05:002006-11-03T08:19:54.923-05:00After All That Whinging…I do need to report in that I had a fabulous dinner last night with Roommate Fabulosa and PN Fabuluso in celebration of RF’s thesis being accepted. A 200 page thesis, mind you that took I don’t even know how long to do and research and write and edit and this is why I could never be a PhD student much less in a Master’s program that required major thesis work.I got the cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1162494709211757242006-11-02T14:08:00.000-05:002006-11-03T08:21:31.796-05:00My Own Strain of Pale Flower Syndrome(credit to Kate for the genius naming)There is a social engagement/fundraiser that I was planning to attend on Saturday, but lately I’ve been feeling like I just really don’t want to go. It is a great cause, and I’ll still give them some money, but the thought of actually attending is wearing me out.I’m tired of going to things alone and hoping that there willcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1162397876410218792006-11-01T11:13:00.000-05:002006-11-09T13:25:31.086-05:00At Least I Don't Sound Like Minnie MouseHere ***is my podcast I did with John Lindner from the Baltimore Sun (addendum: I do need to add that doing the interview was very fun and not at all intimidating. Mr. Lindner was engaging and funny and only laughed at me when I did.).Please be kind and remember that was the day I went home early with a fever. Clearly fever brain is the culprit anytime I cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1162300938828569022006-10-28T22:21:00.000-04:002006-10-31T08:24:24.080-05:00Back in Reality-LandJust in case I came off like an egotistical twit, I thought I should let the internets know that I sat home alone Friday night, crocheting and watching It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. Heh. I’m that special.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1161978993441779202006-10-27T15:55:00.000-04:002006-10-27T15:56:33.466-04:00Does Not Play Well with OthersAs much as I do not blog about work, I will tell you that I just got back from a Halloween “party”. CoWorker 1 somehow twisted my arm, because let me tell you I do not enjoy mingling. I like to say that I do not play well with others. The big lure for me was the promise of cookies, and they turned out to be pretty lame. Saying anything else might get me fired one daycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1161805835905717682006-10-25T15:50:00.000-04:002006-10-25T15:50:35.940-04:00It’s Alive!The blog is not dead, it has merely been trying to adjust to the change in weather. There’s some of kind of sleeping sickness that goes around when it gets all chilly and cold. I think the blog might have gotten it from me. I personally prefer to be in bed with the humidifier on; tv remote in one hand barely reaching out from under the covers. But that’s just me. My life has been cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1158082990157253092006-09-12T13:40:00.000-04:002006-09-12T13:43:10.173-04:00Life in a Northern TownI am a lazy blogger. This is because I am a lazy person. I also procrastinate. This is not always the best combination. Shannan came in this weekend, making my strange homesickness a bit more acute since yesterday when I took her back to the airport. We finished our big secret project that will be posted up on Kraft Klub in a few weeks, and ate, and slept and were just ablecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1157050137156831212006-08-31T14:48:00.000-04:002006-08-31T14:48:57.156-04:00Because I was thinking of October...cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1155755698994744352006-08-16T15:12:00.000-04:002006-08-31T15:25:05.260-04:00The NewbieBenjamin Caleb was born today at about 6 am EST, but that was about 7:30 pm where he lives. Pretty much in time for dinner and dessert. He is about 6 weeks early, but I have a feeling he’s come to party. He needs to be in an oxygen crib for now, but he and Mom and Dad are doing well. Absolutely adorable and I can’t wait until I can give him some squishes and kisses in person (but I willcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1155159254689830802006-08-09T17:10:00.000-04:002006-08-10T08:03:15.610-04:00Today was one of those days when you get in the car and open the sunroof and put down the windows and just drive, glad to be skipping the gym. It’s a day to throw in the cd that makes you smile most, turn the volume up and let in the sun and wind as you drive down the highway. A day that reminds you of lines from your favorite poems, “let the soft animal of your body love what it loves”, and cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1154114095520053932006-07-28T15:09:00.000-04:002006-07-28T15:14:55.556-04:00"And I'll admit there's not that much to see"I had an entire hilarious blog post in my head, full of good lines for Nina to use in warding off the amorous advances of her longtime friend, but because I came up with them in a sick drug-induced sleepy haze I can no longer remember them. They were really good.In lieu of that, this is what I remember. I have to learn to write things down. Or, to be cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1152901340114009942006-07-14T14:17:00.000-04:002006-07-14T14:22:20.126-04:00An AnnouncementI have also been meaning to blog this all day:This morning I went to put on one of my favorite summer skirts that I have not yet worn all summer. As I went to put it on, I unfortunately remembered that last year it was way too tight and didn't fit.This morning, it zippered up and fit awesomely.Just so you know.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1152895664449462632006-07-14T12:44:00.000-04:002006-07-14T12:47:44.463-04:00CravingI just wanted to say that I really really really want some Friendly's mozzarella sticks. They are superior to the Papa Gino's (whose pizza I am indulging in for lunch even though they tried to overcharge me) and that other pizza place CoWorker2 and I tried. I want them. Soon.I could also go for some Taco Bell.What is with me and the trashy food?cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1152887326386861702006-07-14T10:22:00.000-04:002006-07-14T10:28:46.396-04:00The Ways of the Cat**About two years ago, Kate K. (the professor-to-be) decided that for any man to truly understand and appreciate me, The Cat, she would need to come up with a graduate-level course and a syllabus where he could learn and be tested before being passed on to final approval by me. Kate and I recently went all retro for some reason (do you remember how it came up?) and dug it up. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1152801922408224392006-07-13T10:40:00.000-04:002006-07-13T10:45:22.420-04:00Confessions1. I had peanut m&m’s for breakfast today. I only meant them to be a breakfast-appetizer, but I kept eating them.2. Last night I watched ‘The Hills’. More than once. We all know that Lauren just needs to dump Jason for good. I could get into a big discussion about that, but I’ll spare you the details.3. I wish I had a bigger raise.4. There are some people in the world that I am hating cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1147369480989039392006-05-11T13:42:00.000-04:002006-05-11T13:44:40.990-04:00SublimeIn talking with co-workers today, we came up with what might be the Best Sandwich Ever Imagined: 1 slice banana bread with chocolate chips1 slice banana bread with peanut butter chipsEver so slightly toastedMarshmellow fluff in the middle. I need it. I want it. I must have it.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1147369343761879992006-05-11T13:41:00.000-04:002006-05-11T13:45:52.533-04:00Drunken Performance ArtHe got on a few stops after me. This was two nights ago as I was traveling home from the movies, so I was by myself though there were some other people in the car. I already had my book out, thankfully. This guy, somewhere in his twenties and kinda smelly, gets on the train and is already singing ‘Message in a Bottle’. He has this long FEDEX tube and when he sits down he cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1146575977626071402006-05-02T09:18:00.000-04:002006-05-02T15:31:02.056-04:00Random Thoughts, by Catchka1. There was a time when Phil Collins was cool. Just think about that.2. I seriously need a rainy day mix CD. It would have Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, and Tracy Chapman on it for sure. And probably Patty Griffith. The perfect song is just on the tip of my brain and I can’t quite think of what it is.3. I also seriously want sushi for lunch.4. Finding typos in published cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1145895053191253572006-04-24T12:10:00.000-04:002006-04-24T12:27:59.796-04:00You Belong in DublinFriendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.What European City Do You Belong In?cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1145038839700729142006-04-14T14:19:00.000-04:002006-04-14T14:20:39.700-04:00Another OneSomeone who puts it better and more succinctly:http://ldsliberationfront.net/?p=159cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1145038731800203882006-04-14T13:59:00.000-04:002006-04-14T14:18:51.813-04:00No Greater LoveWhile I was clearly capable of doing a cheesy Christmas on my feelings around Christ, I have a difficult time articulating my thoughts and feelings when it comes to the Easter season. In some ways, it is even more ingrained and personal and I find it hard to express my deep gratitude, sadness and joy when I contemplate what this day and Sunday mean for me. Above all, the Easter cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1145036153732602552006-04-14T13:24:00.000-04:002006-04-14T13:35:53.743-04:00I Am IncensedCoworkerOne and I went on an egg-hunting expedition at lunch today and could not find Cadbury Crème Eggs. Not one. We went to more than once place (okay, one more than one but that was all that was around). That’s my Easter commercialism every year. I just want one Cadbury Crème Egg and after having that, I’m set for another year. What has the commercialization of Easter come to if cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1144434787011619182006-04-07T14:31:00.000-04:002006-04-07T14:33:07.023-04:00Things that are Not Lame, Volume 11. Finding the lost VCR remote. In couch cushions you have searched through at least 5 trillion times.2. The prospect of chicken fingers at Friendlys.3. Actual super-chocolatey Fribbles from Friendlys.4. A weekend where you get to sleep in on a Saturday. Those are not all the time and they seriously rock.5. Diet Dr. Pepper. Especially when it was twelve cents a cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1144262814905824122006-04-05T14:44:00.000-04:002006-04-05T14:48:22.806-04:00I Love Taking These Things, Just Ask Roommate FabulosaSo far I've only taken two assessment test for Roommate Fabulosa, but she can tell you most participants don't get as excited as I do for those things. I have a seriously fun time with them. I am weird. Here is the latest from the internet:Considerate Inventorcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1144249300583863692006-04-05T10:50:00.000-04:002006-04-05T11:01:40.596-04:00Yes, I am AliiiiiiveAnd also yes, I am lame for not blogging in so dang long that Britney may or may not be pregnant again, Jessica Simpson will be running for President with her ooky dad as V.P., the earth has started to spin backwards on its axis and there is all that crazy fire and brimstone and the four horseman and all that.The lack of blogging, however, is not the only thing that is lame. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1143513903999891572006-03-27T21:33:00.000-05:002006-03-27T21:45:04.010-05:00A Post, Wherein Catchka takes Dictation as Roommate Fabulosa Tries to Channel the Funny (and Catchka)tonight i came home to find my long absent roommate sitting on the couch, crocheting a baby blanket. although she usually arrives home long after me on mondays, she was lucky enough to have a couple of canceled appointments today. she spent friday and saturday in atlanta, during which time i wentcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1141348704146206862006-03-02T20:16:00.000-05:002006-03-02T20:18:24.156-05:00Things to Do While Waiting for Your Friend to Come Back on the IM1. Contemplate how much sugar you have been eating and how that is not conducive to losing The Pudge. Today alone I had some candy hearts, some m&ms, some more candy hearts and m&ms, half a Girl Scout cookie and also some Peanut Butter Crunch while checking my e-mail. This is in addition to actual healthy meals and a few cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140808660556403102006-02-22T02:45:00.000-05:002006-02-24T14:17:40.566-05:00Ten YearsI lead a very charmed life. I find myself at times overwhelmed with gratitude for my general and many material blessings, the love I receive from family and friends, the calm in my life in the past couple years. I have had to realize that I do actually finally have calm in my life, there is very little drama and very little that I want for. In the past couple years my feelings have cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140577466412916362006-02-21T22:04:00.000-05:002006-02-21T22:15:49.666-05:00Roommate Fabulosa Strikes Again! so, here i am putting up the custom-made shower curtain that i have been planning for the past 2 1/2 yrs. the construction involved a lot of static (sheets of plastic build up a lot of static! i kept getting shocked on the metal lamp--ouch!) four-letter words, and an exacto knife. my roomie came home to find me fighting with yards of plastic sheeting at our cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140559913015061572006-02-21T17:11:00.000-05:002006-02-21T17:11:53.086-05:00If I can get these, my sister has permission to 'forget' to call me on my birthday every year! cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140540076679397112006-02-21T11:35:00.000-05:002006-02-21T17:26:58.076-05:00In Lieu of Doing Anything Else Productive, Constructive or Otherwise Meaningful because the Lack of Motivation is Great Here are some photos from the Big Snow of '06:cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140061814048580522006-02-15T22:30:00.000-05:002006-02-15T23:08:42.280-05:00 The Yarnage:(at least at one point I asked "Is this too much?")The Comment by Roommate Fabulosa That Should Have Been a Post:i have been told by mister that i am a yarnaholic, to which i reply, "i can quit anytime." he laughs and says, "that is the mantra of a yarnaholic." doh! he believes that i am ADDICTED to yarn, but he is actually mistaken. i am merely obsessed with yarn at the present timecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1140035498796261352006-02-15T15:18:00.000-05:002006-02-15T15:34:04.846-05:00We Could Stop If We Wanted ToPicture that yarn to the right, and times it by 100 and also, in pinks and rusts and darker colors. That would be the sight currently in the living room of Catchka and Roommate Fabulosa. It is beautiful, made much more so by the fact that it was all on sale and then on clearance. Retail therapy can be a good thing, people, as can a yarn obsession. I have no idea of cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1139367027575035742006-02-07T21:23:00.000-05:002006-02-08T07:50:16.663-05:00Evidence That I am Indeed, a Sidney Bristow Wanna-Be (at least in my head)Note the ninja-hands. I am a ninja! (for those in the know.)Also, according to this I am an innovative pioneer. I am all about the finding out of things and the sneakiness. And clearly, according the CIA themselves, I could take that info and use it in secret-operative ways no one has yet to think of!And I wanted to point cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1138848610186938322006-02-01T21:46:00.000-05:002006-02-01T21:50:10.186-05:00Not as scary a picture... cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1138324332283770762006-01-26T20:10:00.000-05:002006-01-26T20:12:12.296-05:00The Sagas of My LifeWhere O Where to begin! Oh the Horrors and Tribulations that have befallen me!Saga and Tribulation #1: The Pillowcase That Target (via Woolrich) ForgotThis past Christmas, Santa’s Elves brought me a lovely cream-colored flannel sheet set, exactly what I wanted for my thick mattress and burgundy duvet cover. I waited until Santa’s Elves’ minions (a.k.a. my parents) were ablecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1137437444230085052006-01-16T13:50:00.000-05:002006-01-16T13:50:44.246-05:00GoneOur family friend came home Friday night to a shell of an apartment. A fire had started by his bed on the third floor of a Fells point walk-up and it tore through the house, leaving nothing. I can’t imagine the shock of going out to dinner one night and coming home to find all you have is gone. He and loved ones do feel fortunate that everyone who lived there is okay, even the cat.But I can’tcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1137435091153513822006-01-16T13:10:00.000-05:002006-01-16T13:19:56.310-05:00My Kind of DayToo bad I am posting this from work. Heh.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1136918308372097392006-01-10T13:36:00.000-05:002006-01-10T13:38:28.386-05:00Hello Internet! I Am Boring, How Are You?When I was little and would go up to my Dad complaining that I was bored, he’d always respond with “Hi, Bored, I’m Dad”. Haha. In other words, “I think I’m funny, and now go away and find something to do with yourself”.Here’s what I am doing with myself, and I’m not all that bored, but I’m sure you, the illustrious Internet, will find it boring.1. cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1136343224916226322006-01-03T21:52:00.000-05:002006-01-03T22:29:58.600-05:00I'm Not Good with Titles, EitherAfter my last art class in middle school I vowed to never take another art class again. I suck at art. There was a slight breaking of the vow in college when I took a class in oil pointing, but only after much begging on the part of my roommate. Our second real painting assignment was an abstract, taken from object(s) we found or observed. Mine was the lame rose cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1134874965157315932005-12-17T21:59:00.000-05:002005-12-17T22:06:51.456-05:00"Olden Times, and Ancient Rhymes"...And Catchka is a Christmas CheeseballI’ve been trying to write a Christmas post, letting it ruminate in my thoughts, and I still haven’t come up with anything approximating what I hope to express. I don’t want to gloss over the suffering in the world or that this time of year is even more difficult for some people. I think that is important and even more of a cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1134611162084165972005-12-14T20:45:00.000-05:002005-12-14T20:48:15.656-05:00My Little Tannenbaum cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1133579126651346122005-12-02T22:03:00.000-05:002005-12-02T22:05:26.653-05:00Boston Shortly Before Thanksgiving, 2004 cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1133578955542900242005-12-02T22:00:00.000-05:002005-12-02T22:02:35.546-05:00Maryland Thanksgiving, 2004 cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1132355143982002662005-11-18T17:57:00.000-05:002005-11-18T18:05:43.996-05:00Ways in Which It Is Okay to Seem/Be Needy for Validation That Will Eventually Make You Actually Not Needy for Validation (Or At Least Not As Much)1. Outright demand it. Do not resort to passive aggressive communication. Send your friends emails that demand they tell you how good your hair looks today or how funny you are.2. Be cute; and be cute about demanding. You can get away with more cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1132341182684701262005-11-18T14:10:00.000-05:002005-11-18T14:13:02.693-05:00Things That I Should Be Ashamed of, But I'm Not1. Eating two double chocolate fantasy bars in one night (courtesy of roommate fabulosa).2. The television I watch. This includes the O.C..3. The sheer amount of yarn I own.4. The fact that some weekends (and weeknights), I would much rather sit at home with my yarn and crochet instead of anything else.5. Sometimes I really don’t care that I cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1132272844866837742005-11-17T19:11:00.000-05:002005-11-17T19:14:04.876-05:00Shameless Plugging!!I have finally downloaded photos to my computer and finally got bloggerbot to work (or rather, found a work-around) so there are new photos of recent craftiness on the Kraft Klub blog. I forgot to take pictures of the purple hat and scarf set given to Carly, and I'll have to take a picture of Emma's baby afghan that is in progress.Also, you'll get to see some of my Mom's cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1131997273065692232005-11-14T14:37:00.000-05:002005-11-14T14:41:13.076-05:00P.P.S.I am also wearing dark brown shoes paired with black socks that have blue flowers on the ankles. This would normally NEVER happen. I am very aware of my sock/shoe combos and wear brown/neutral-toned socks with brown shoes and the black/grey-toned socks with black shoes. The only exception is when I'm wearing especially fun socks that don't fit into those categories, and even then I'm cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1131992768651856912005-11-14T13:25:00.000-05:002005-11-14T13:26:08.666-05:00Letter Dear Internet,Today I am tired. I am tired of data coming in and having deadlines. I am tired of having meetings, at work and at church. I am tired of training. I am tired of feeling tired and drained and blah. Just the thought of all the stuff I am going to have to do for my church calling is making me more tired than I already am. I get emails asking me to do things I should already be cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1131736206352578902005-11-11T14:08:00.000-05:002005-11-11T14:10:06.363-05:00Best Line of Advice So Far, or At Least This Will Liven Up Munch and MingleRead from a rockin’ site today, in regards to how to deal with feeling like an unattractive loser in social situations, especially where a friend is getting attractive attention:“One way to do it is to do a mental voice-over of your evening like it's a nature show; it's sort of crazy, but it also can help with certain cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1131723017669728102005-11-11T10:28:00.000-05:002005-11-11T14:11:10.296-05:00If I Had a Minion for a DayI’d make the minion…1. Fetch me as much Diet Coke with Lime as I wanted.2. Suck all the calories out of any chocolate I wanted to eat. Especially chocolate chip cookies!3. Massage my feet.4. Cook me a fabulous dinner with yummy veggies and spices and things.5. Massage my head.6. Google interesting things to keep me entertained.7. Tell me funny stories.8. Go and put gas cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1131652070707947432005-11-10T14:45:00.000-05:002005-11-10T14:47:50.720-05:00BlogigitisMain Entry: blog-i-gi-tisFunction: nounEtymology: Catoglyphics fused with New LatinBlogigitis is a sudden decrease or total stop of posts caused by blockage of the brain. It can cause the affected blog to become useless, meaningless, and/or lifeless.Blogigitis is often caused by major stress, laziness or procrastination. Factors in the blockage of the brain are the same, and can also cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1129650543829631692005-10-18T11:39:00.000-04:002005-10-18T11:49:03.830-04:00RenovatingEvery once in a while I get ancy and need to change the blog. The bacon had gone stale (but I am still the reigning Princess of Bacon). I need a shake up and so now there is one. Maybe I’ll start a new trend of fun surprises, who knows? However, I do reserve the right to whine and complain despite the new blog title. It’s just that I will snap out of it. Heh.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1128018186515339562005-09-29T14:01:00.000-04:002005-09-29T14:23:06.523-04:00My Roommate Is Related To Knight RiderTef dropped this bombshell of an announcement last night as we were watching View From the Top, or maybe during Filthy Rich: Cattle Drive (which I was watching and she was not; to absolve her any responsibility for that being on our television). Apparently her Dad’s cousin’s kid married him. That’s only three steps, and since I’m sure she and the cousin or cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1127750698460704562005-09-26T12:04:00.000-04:002005-09-26T12:04:58.466-04:00Things That Deserve a Smackdown from The Catchka (Me)1. Repeatedly violating boundaries that have been explicitly laid out (i.e. stop calling me to talk about nothing after 11 at night because you are acting more like a creepy ex-boyfriend than just a friend); thereby demonstrating complete disrespect for said boundaries and a penchant for narcissism and childishness that I will not tolerate.2.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1127495189045625092005-09-23T13:05:00.000-04:002005-09-23T13:06:29.050-04:00Bored and Craving ChocolateThat is how I am today. You know how you have days where you are just over it already and would rather have stayed in bed and almost did because you accidentally turned off the alarm which was clearly a subconscious way of avoiding doing anything?Yeah, that’s me today.In other news, I have gone back to the gym and I’ve started this e-diets program thing. It’s really cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1127407925756748432005-09-22T12:51:00.000-04:002005-09-22T12:52:05.756-04:00So Trueyou are the cute but psycho happy bunny. Youadorable, but a little out there. It's alright,you might not have it all, but there are worse which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizillacathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1127264864962186512005-09-20T20:45:00.000-04:002005-09-20T21:07:44.970-04:00I'm Not Sure What to Title This. Perhaps: Some More About Candidates for Catchka's Fake Boyfriends*Right this second I am watching the Dancing with the Stars Dance-off and completely crushing on John O'Hurley again. He's adorable, debonairly adorable. I won't even talk about that other woman to whom he 'lost' before. We all know who I'll be voting for this time around.In other fake boyfriend newscathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1126901618901883412005-09-16T16:10:00.000-04:002005-09-16T16:16:11.213-04:00Catchka and Kate K Are Really Fierce Enemiesaka Arch Nemeses: the demon fly from hell vs. the zen grasshopper in a battle royale *Kate K.:i can't believe it's not 1 yetCatchka: Shush!;)Kate K.:well now it's 1:05, so I don't need to shush!Catchka: Oh yeah. Well, now it’s 2:42, so try that!Kate K.:you just hush it up, missy. i'd like to see you try and explain where in tarnation you've been for thecathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1123782652974322032005-08-11T13:50:00.000-04:002005-08-11T13:53:11.853-04:00Odd Things About Me1. I don’t like yellow push pins.2. I have a plastic lizard on my desk that I have named Ferocious. I like to flap it around when I feel fidgety.3. I have a thing for advice columns.Those are the only odd things about me, because I am clearly a very normal person, at least right at this second. I haven’t sung silly songs to any inanimate objects, or my food, or my roommate, cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1123243326995454522005-08-05T08:01:00.000-04:002005-08-05T12:20:08.610-04:00Take Two of These…Well, all I have to say is that if anyone is ever having a bleh day and feeling bleh about life, they should most definitely take the time out once in a while to have themselves a HUGE pity party. That was an awesome pity party and probably the best self-care I’ve done in a while.And for some us, including dorky me, the pity party followed by some serious yarn therapy is exactlycathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1123081586496263722005-08-03T11:01:00.000-04:002005-08-03T18:03:09.330-04:00Bleh, Eh and Urgha.ka. It's my pity party and I'll whine if I want to.Things I am not caring about or for:1. Stupid programs that I am re-running for approximately the 5th time because changes I asked for eons ago were not done.2. QCing reports. Ya’ll while the work has a decent place in the world, we are not curing cancer. Simmer down.3. That people are getting worked up for any of this work cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1122648746922734802005-07-29T10:52:00.000-04:002005-07-29T10:52:26.926-04:00Call for CreativitySo, I’m asking you guys for a favor to help me with something for le blog. I’ve wanted to add a section for links to volunteering info/orgs/stuff for a long time, much like I did on the craft blog, since it’s something that is important to me. However, I can’t seem to come up with a vaguely bacon-y title for that particular sort of sidebar. What do you guys think would be a cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1122493464608472692005-07-27T15:44:00.000-04:002005-07-27T15:44:24.613-04:00MemoriesI have thought of nothing new to blog. Plus, I am very boring. For these reasons I have decided to treat the internet to a poem I once wrote and actually included in a creative writing final portfolio.Ode to BrianI’m sorryI crushedyour little balls.I thought you didn’twant themanymore.But then I sawthe lookon your faceand realizedI was wrong.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1122051498383070392005-07-22T12:57:00.000-04:002005-07-22T12:58:18.390-04:00My Day So Far and All the Melodrama It EntailsFirst, I decided to try and dress a little cuter today. I haven’t felt like shopping and I’m feeling a little frumpy and pudgier than I’d like to be, so you know, dress cute! Chase away the look blahs! Um, yeah. Put on one of my favorite cute summer skirts from last year and realize that once again, I HAVE gained weight. I’m just too damn fat to wearcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1121970544849648382005-07-21T14:27:00.000-04:002005-07-21T14:31:53.036-04:00Evil is Afoot. Also, I am MadSomeone stole my Diet Coke with LIME.LIME!And also, DIET!Way worse than stealing my cheese sticks.cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1121883549387722132005-07-20T14:18:00.000-04:002005-07-20T14:19:09.393-04:00The Five People You Meet When You Go To My GymI like my gym, even though I am only GAINING WEIGHT, and yes I am BITTER, but I still am pleased with my choice of gyms. And really, I just wanted to be a bit melodramatic there. I go at the same time most days, and so naturally I see the same people and get to observe a bit as I channel Denise Austin (Just do the best you can! You can do it! Use yourcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1121712340266523692005-07-18T14:24:00.000-04:002005-07-18T14:51:27.486-04:00I Have a Secret, So I Think I’ll Tell the InternetIn college I took a poetry class with Lucille Clifton. I loved the class, even though Shannan and I were the only non-English majors there that were apparently not weaned on poetry since birth. I could say a lot about that class and how great it was to have Lucille give feedback and advice, but I have to say that Christopher Walkin brings her to cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1121447837284596192005-07-15T13:16:00.000-04:002005-07-15T13:17:17.290-04:00Things I Have Done To Torture My Co-Workers1. Throwing ice cubes down their backs. One retaliated by getting ice cubes down the front of my Friendly’s uniform shirt. Later, we dated.2. Taking my daily two-hour break first thing in the morning during canoe breakfast time at a Girl Scout Camp. Getting kids aged five to eight to sit in a canoe and eat breakfast without freaking out and tipping cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3567594.post-1120591450261486372005-07-05T15:22:00.000-04:002005-07-05T15:24:10.266-04:00What About Aliens?This has nothing to do with aliens, but that song is in my head and now it’s in yours, ha!Roommate and I got a typed note through our mail slot on Saturday, the 2nd. A concerned neighbor was writing to let us know that he (I’m assuming) was robbed in broad daylight the day before. He spoke with a neighbor who lives across the street and found out the they had also recently been cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05556132291121513771noreply@blogger.com5