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Showing posts with label just for funzies. Show all posts

Tuesday

Better than a Golden Globe

The lovely Kristy at Pampers and Pinot has given me an award.

I'm quite happy to get this award because I was not given a Golden Globe the other night. I wasn’t even nominated!
I know. I am just as shocked as you are.

Thankfully, this award will fill the hole in my heart just about the size of a Golden Globe.
Thank you Kristy. You are too kind.

As per the rules, I am to tell you 7 things about me.
Wait! Wait! Don't leave.
 I know the last thing you want to do is read silly tidbits about me, but it will be worth it. I illustrated the tidbits myself. They are strange  awesome.

Also, I know just about everything there is to know about me so this should be pretty easy on my end.

All you have to do is read on and feign excitement about these little Katie Knuggets (the 'k' is not silent in either word there.) and enjoy my horrible adorable illustrations.


7 previously undisclosed factoids about yours truly:



1. When she was little, my cousin had absolutely gorgeous, thick, long, hair. My hair was short, bowl-cutted and lame. I was jealous. Her hair was a point of pride for both my cousin and her mother. 
 She and my Aunt went on and on about her hair.
Oh! The things you could do with it!
 Oh! How LONG it took her to grow it.
Oh! The special conditioners that cost big $$ that they gooped into it twice a week
…blah blah gag me.
Well, I got sick of it. One day, I invited my cousin to play beauty shop with me and  accidentally*  cut off a nice big chunk of her hair. It was awesome  horribly tragic. I felt elated very bad. As punishment, both her mom and my mom spanked me.
Totally worth EVERY spanking.

2. I always eat the orange M&M's first because they are far superior to any other color. No one will ever convince me otherwise.
Orange. The KING of M&M's.

3. I am inappropriately in love with my new toothbrush. It’s called a PLAK SMACKER (not kidding) and using it is like having a million sparkly angel kitten whispers clean your teeth. Which sounds strange but is actually wonderful. Don't judge me.
I really wish I had this dress.
Glad I don't have those Wii hands.

4. During college, I started an email program that people could 'subscribe' [subscribers = people who gave me their email addresses] to for Katie’s Thought of the day. These “thoughts” were short, one paragraph observations of campus life or notifications of what I ate for lunch. [Ramen. Again.]
 I like to think they were awesome. I’m not sure what the subscribers really thought.
 As you can see, I was way ahead of Twitter.
This is really what computers looked like in 1997 kids.

5. After getting caught talking for the 8 billionth time in English class in 10th grade, the teacher moved my best friend to the back right hand corner of the room and me to the front left hand corner.
Not to be deterred, we learned sign language and continued to communicate despite the distance.
Mismatched desks = shabby chic.

6. I can not watch gory movies. Especially seeing skin getting cut or punctured. If I see it, I vomit on the spot. Just typing that sentence made me a bit queasy so we’ll be moving right along.
This is also how I looked the year I dressed as Princess Fiona for Halloween.

7. In 1st grade, I told my teacher that someday I was going to write a book and that I wouldn't let her read it because it would probably contain 'swears'. She didn't even bat an eye and said, "I don't mind a swear, as long as it's properly used."
I loved her.
Darnit! It's to blurry to read. Believe me, it's hilarious.


Well, there you have it. 7 little pearls about lil' ol' me.
And what did I tell you about those illustrations? Snazzy, no?

Rules say to pass this award to 15 people. I'm going to pass it to four because I can. YAY!


Those 4blogs are:

Bleeding Healer
Dani's Letters
JoBart
Litany of Brittainy 
{please come back. The blogosphere misses you.}


*That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


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Added after posting: The hair cutting incident happened when she was 6 and I was 7.  I didn't cut a little cousin's hair, like, last year or anything. Thought I better clarify. You never can tell with me. 

Wednesday

Dear Title line, this is going to be my title.

Since I am having some trouble being original as of late, I have decided to do a post that is just plain easy and fun.

Big ol' thank you's to my bloggy buddies who did this first, Kristin at Wanderlust who got the idea from Claire Marie at Spontaneous Delight


 Without further ado, here are my letters to inanimate objects.


Dear Crack in my windshield,
     Of all of the places on the ENTIRE windshield, I can appreciate that you beat the odds and ended up directly in my eye line. However, when the sun hits you, I am blinded. Not cool. There's a kid in the car!






Dear Sink full of dishes,
     I am seriously contemplating reworking this months budget so that I can just throw all of you out and start again, with new, clean dishes. And yes, it WOULD be worth eating boxed mac & cheese for the rest of the month to do so.






Dear Radio Station,
     I counted Lady Antebellum EIGHT times yesterday. I have barely forgiven you for the HOT MOM contest. Don't press your luck.






Dear Lottery,
     I swear that if I win you, the FIRST thing I will do is donate a substantial portion of you to my local public library. Then and ONLY then, will I buy myself a Buick Enclave.






Dear iPod Touch,
     I don't even WANT to know what that crusty stuff on your screen is.






Dear Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie that my son has watched 67 times in 3 days,
     Tonight you go back to the video store.




Dear Fishing boat,
     I am a bit jealous of my husbands love for you but secretely I am glad he has finally found you.




Dear To Do list,
      Quit looking at me! Stop! I said stop!




Dear search for my dad,
     You are not progressing as well as I thought you would. Step it up a notch please. He and I are not getting any younger.




Dear Blogs I love,
     I love reading you all the time, however, sometimes you make me feel like a blogging imposter. I need to step up my game. You are AMAZING!
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