Dear Mandy,
Thank you ever so much for providing me with just one more survey to do before I head to airport hell. You knew I couldn't resist.
Love,
your pilot-wife bff
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
I have the same initials as my old man.... and if you hear my mother call either one of us by "KR".... run.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Realistically, I cry appx. every 72 hours... I am such a crybaby. Bet you'd have never guessed that.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
FOr a lefty is decent
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
purified ;)
PS. Oh my god Finn just farted at my feet and I have to leave the area for a few minutes. Please excuse me.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
I do, I have A kid. His name is Kenneth Paul.
BTW.... Purina Pro Plan... I do not reccommend you feed it to your dogs unless you have no sense of smell.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I (as the other me) like myself (as the other person me). Otherwise, it's doubtful
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
never
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
yep
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
if you gave it to me for free
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I have a few... Lucky Charms, PB Capt Crunch, Pops... The aftereffects of cereal are hardly worth it though
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
I only have one pair of shoes that tie... and no
12. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
I'm a regular nendrathal
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Sweet cream
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
ugly.... yes or no?
15. RED OR PINK?
I'm more of a coppery rust girl myself
16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I' entirely too secretively sensitive
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Probably sissie. And Davie when he's gone
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
I don't think I have anyone to send it back to me.. I already got it from Mandy
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
black pants, black sweater, black and white polka dot silky shirt (non-revving attire)
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Lunch
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Ocean Wonders swing creaking
(noisy buggers)
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? brown, I'm as shit
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?Davie's cologne.. whatever it is... clean nuffy, (this one is really odd) Luna's feet, coffee
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Dizzle
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? quite a bit actually
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Luna and Finn olympics
27. HAIR COLOR?brown, not boring brown... awesome brown ;)
28. EYE COLOR? greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? you better believe it
30. FAVORITE FOOD?pretty much anything mexican
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? weird twisty endings... a la' Usual Suspects, resivior Dogs etc.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Saw 4
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? black and white
34. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Spring if you will
35. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs or non saliva kisses.
36. FAVORITE DESSERT?icecream or three muskateers
37. SECRET CELEBRITY BOY/GIRLFRIEND? How quaint that Davie gets a smidge jealous over this... I'm not telling, lest I get to watch anymore ;)
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Pfft. I WISH I had time to read
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? black
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Lost bitches
42. FAVORITE SOUND(s)? KP's little baby snores, cat purrs, jet engines, funny farts (seriously...) baby giggles, my favorite peoples voices
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? ehh, beatles
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Costa Rica
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Not especially. PS. Mandy... great skill. Really.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Snellville, Ga.
WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?
? dunno.. anyone ,really.
About Me
- Katy
- Houston, Tx, United States
- Let's be real here... I'm in that annoying new mommy phase of my life where I am tempted to put up a picture of my son instead of myself so EVERYONE will know how cute he is. I'm trying to control it... honest. I have had a pretty life altering year to say the least. It's adjustment time... let's see how that goes.
Friday, February 29, 2008
My million dollar idea!
So listen, I have a plan.... not to make myself a million bucks, but how in the long run, I just might save it.
Note: feel free to take this idea an run with it.
We all have satellite radio, blue tooth on our phones, GPS and wireless internet. Let's use that technology to keep from speeding. My proposition is this: Rather than speed limit signs, have a wireless signal transmitted from them, your car will have a receiver which can be wired to govern your speed so you CAN'T speed. I have the world's heaviest foot so this could really be of use to morons like me. And I would be happy to pay for the service. ;)
There, I have had my good idea for the year, see ya in 2009.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The bane of my existence...
In case anyone reading this hasn't managed to listen to me bitch about my new archnemesis, Pam Mendoza, allow me to remedy that situation.
SO. When David took his upgrade he had never set foot in this city. It was a promotion and that was all he needed to know, really. It was on my recomendation we move into the 1960/Atascocita area on the basis of convenience and proximity to the airport. I , of course WANTED to move to Clear Lake, but it was a ridiculous notion as you well know if you have any knowlege of this city. Anyways, we rented an apartment but that was no place for our growing family. But it's awful hard to buy a house (not to mention stupid) if you are uncertain you will remain in the area... we rented a house....Seemed like a good idea at the time. I unwittingly opened a piece of mail addressed to our landlord (Pam Mendoza) and it happened to be a forclosure notice. (FYI.... I swear.. it was unwittingly. Swear.) EEK... I called David and we agreed to begin househunting... we made hints to Pam we knew what was up, she was all about letting us out of our lease early.. .but she continued to lie. Again, and again, and again. We found a house, planned dto move out on the 30th, paid rent and smiled. For about 3 seconds. On a lovely Tuesday morning our doorbell rang and on our doorstep stood a realtor for Chase bank... the new owner of the home we were living in. Only now we weren't welcome. We were given a small window of time to pack, try to close, and get. the. hell. out.
No such luck, We had till Friday to move, but couldn't close till Tuesday. (I will forever hate President's day... really.... it's a useless holiday.. .you don't even get presents.) Can you say shit? I can.. .SHIT. Doesn't sound like a huge deal but when you have as much stuff (living and inatimate) as we do.... it's a world of trouble.
Here was the "solution" (made amidst more cursing than you can, or ever will imagine)
-Pack everything in a Uhaul and park the Uhaul for 3 days.
-Enjoy a nice crew rate stay at the comfort suites.
-Board 2 dogs and 3 cats at my old clinic.
-Discard a refrigerator and Freezer full of food
(let me interject.....to add insult to injury.... not just food, but trophies from one of the most sucessful days fishing in Chocolate Bayou ever....) Don't worry... I added a pic. See?
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Anyways.. it just kept getting worse. I decided I was recovering the losses... sounded reasonable.... So I email her the total and asked to be reimbursed. She ask for reciepts.... Like I have been the one lying here... oh well, I had 'em, I sent 'em. Now she is starting to be a bitch and I am certain we will never see a dime.
My point is basically this... I HATE not having control of situations. And I have none over this, we really took it up the rear and I am being eaten alive with desire to go see her face to face in Laredo. Someone talk some sense into me. Or just promise to bail me out of jail...
KB
SO. When David took his upgrade he had never set foot in this city. It was a promotion and that was all he needed to know, really. It was on my recomendation we move into the 1960/Atascocita area on the basis of convenience and proximity to the airport. I , of course WANTED to move to Clear Lake, but it was a ridiculous notion as you well know if you have any knowlege of this city. Anyways, we rented an apartment but that was no place for our growing family. But it's awful hard to buy a house (not to mention stupid) if you are uncertain you will remain in the area... we rented a house....Seemed like a good idea at the time. I unwittingly opened a piece of mail addressed to our landlord (Pam Mendoza) and it happened to be a forclosure notice. (FYI.... I swear.. it was unwittingly. Swear.) EEK... I called David and we agreed to begin househunting... we made hints to Pam we knew what was up, she was all about letting us out of our lease early.. .but she continued to lie. Again, and again, and again. We found a house, planned dto move out on the 30th, paid rent and smiled. For about 3 seconds. On a lovely Tuesday morning our doorbell rang and on our doorstep stood a realtor for Chase bank... the new owner of the home we were living in. Only now we weren't welcome. We were given a small window of time to pack, try to close, and get. the. hell. out.
No such luck, We had till Friday to move, but couldn't close till Tuesday. (I will forever hate President's day... really.... it's a useless holiday.. .you don't even get presents.) Can you say shit? I can.. .SHIT. Doesn't sound like a huge deal but when you have as much stuff (living and inatimate) as we do.... it's a world of trouble.
Here was the "solution" (made amidst more cursing than you can, or ever will imagine)
-Pack everything in a Uhaul and park the Uhaul for 3 days.
-Enjoy a nice crew rate stay at the comfort suites.
-Board 2 dogs and 3 cats at my old clinic.
-Discard a refrigerator and Freezer full of food
-Plus we had to eat out every meal for 5 days
(let me interject.....to add insult to injury.... not just food, but trophies from one of the most sucessful days fishing in Chocolate Bayou ever....) Don't worry... I added a pic. See?
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Anyways.. it just kept getting worse. I decided I was recovering the losses... sounded reasonable.... So I email her the total and asked to be reimbursed. She ask for reciepts.... Like I have been the one lying here... oh well, I had 'em, I sent 'em. Now she is starting to be a bitch and I am certain we will never see a dime.
My point is basically this... I HATE not having control of situations. And I have none over this, we really took it up the rear and I am being eaten alive with desire to go see her face to face in Laredo. Someone talk some sense into me. Or just promise to bail me out of jail...
KB
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Only in Texas...
Today, after vacuum shopping (shut up) I was driving down the freeway feeder on my way home. Traffic. Dead stop. Hmmm. Must be a wreck. Not so fast, it's a wagon train blocking to road as they make their way into town for the Houston Rodeo. I'm not kidding about the wagon train bit... complete with Conestoga wagons and cowboys. Does ANYONE have ANY clue how slow those things move? Well.... the answer is... very. And it was loooooooooooong. Try and hour to move far enough I could get back on the freeway long. I love the rodeo too... but do you see me crawling down your street blocking your way home? So please, if you come to the rodeo, and have the grand idea to wagon train there.... please. reconsider.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sisters, mom and me
I think it's safe to say for the first time ever I have the most stable life of the three of us. (Not that this is any grand accomplishment... but if you have known me for any length of time you will see the irony in this...)
It feels weird to be talking to my mom about coupons, diapers, husbands, buying houses and actually care about the stuff she is saying. I generally smile and nod since mom's life has been so different from mine... I never really felt like we had much in common. She married my dad when she was 17, never worked, has only seen his penis...never even been drunk. ( I know, the last one is sad... we are working on this) I'm starting to see the truth in the old adage about mom's and daughters being really close once the girls start reproducing. I know... the creepiness/ corniness is taking over me.
My little sister... where do I start? I love her SO much. She is my babans. Now, my family is unusually close. We moved ten times before I was 20 years old. We needed each other. She has taken a path I just can't understand. Abusive boyfriends, drugs, jail, not really working etc... Now she is pregnant, and for that I am so happy... but.... she STILL isn't doing anything to make her life better. I hesitate to say anything to her because she is this fragile, sensitive thing who gets her feelings hurt so easily. It's amazing she has survived this long being related to me. I'm scared for her and how her life is going to turn out because she has NO idea how tough it is going to be taking care of that baby essentially alone. I'm waiting on pins and needles for the other foot to fall.... and fall it will.
And sissie, my Stefanie.... Found a gray hair today... and this my friends indicates to her she is past her prime. Isn't that ridiculous? If 17 years old and completely retarded about life is your prime then we are all flat ass screwed. Honestly.... If being gorgeous, brilliant, educated, driven, funny and knowing how to properly contract words is a bad thing my whole world just turned upside down. On the flip side I do not understand why all these perfectly amazing women... and it's not just her (cough, bobbi) waste their time STILL with useless men who don't deserve them. But that's a whole other blog.
Sooner rather than later---- KB
It feels weird to be talking to my mom about coupons, diapers, husbands, buying houses and actually care about the stuff she is saying. I generally smile and nod since mom's life has been so different from mine... I never really felt like we had much in common. She married my dad when she was 17, never worked, has only seen his penis...never even been drunk. ( I know, the last one is sad... we are working on this) I'm starting to see the truth in the old adage about mom's and daughters being really close once the girls start reproducing. I know... the creepiness/ corniness is taking over me.
My little sister... where do I start? I love her SO much. She is my babans. Now, my family is unusually close. We moved ten times before I was 20 years old. We needed each other. She has taken a path I just can't understand. Abusive boyfriends, drugs, jail, not really working etc... Now she is pregnant, and for that I am so happy... but.... she STILL isn't doing anything to make her life better. I hesitate to say anything to her because she is this fragile, sensitive thing who gets her feelings hurt so easily. It's amazing she has survived this long being related to me. I'm scared for her and how her life is going to turn out because she has NO idea how tough it is going to be taking care of that baby essentially alone. I'm waiting on pins and needles for the other foot to fall.... and fall it will.
And sissie, my Stefanie.... Found a gray hair today... and this my friends indicates to her she is past her prime. Isn't that ridiculous? If 17 years old and completely retarded about life is your prime then we are all flat ass screwed. Honestly.... If being gorgeous, brilliant, educated, driven, funny and knowing how to properly contract words is a bad thing my whole world just turned upside down. On the flip side I do not understand why all these perfectly amazing women... and it's not just her (cough, bobbi) waste their time STILL with useless men who don't deserve them. But that's a whole other blog.
Sooner rather than later---- KB
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