Kathy said during lunch time on August 15, 2008

Y, a Friend, requested to add you as a connection on LinkedIn:

Katherine,

add me to your contacts, bitch.

-Y

Kathy said during cocktail hour on August 4, 2008

Somehow we got sucked into causally watching The Breakfast Club after dinner.  You’ve all seen it, and if you haven’t, why isn’t your head flatter from being under that rock for so long?  *puts a drink on it* Anyway, my husband is a good 5 years older than me, which usually isn’t any kind of issue but sometimes our age gap shows a little.

Me: I have always thought this movie was a little stupid.
Him: No way!  This is a great movie.
Me: Come on, there is no way teenagers sat in a circle and cried to each other.  And then all danced like a bunch of turds without being embarrassed.  That just wouldn’t happen.
Him: You don’t know that!  It could happen… they’re kids!
Him: You just don’t understand… this was before your generation.
Me: What were the dinosaurs like?

I know I am supposed to love that movie but it just BUGS me to no end… all the weeping and the whining.  I can’t take it.  Give me Splash or Teen Wolf over that any day.

Kathy said during cocktail hour on August 1, 2008

While watching Shark Week:

“Shark Suit Tester… how do you end up with THAT job?”

and from the other day after a loud car pumping rap drives by during naptime:

“I’m going to buy a gun and just start shooting people. Where’s the KMart ad...”

Kathy said during lunch time on July 21, 2008

I’m a girl who likes to pamper herself.  Spa treatments, manicures, pedicures… it doesn’t actually happen as much as I would prefer.  But when I can swing it, a good pedicure really gives me the attitude adjustment I need.  I’m also mildly adventurous.. I’ll try any food once (ok not any food… I’m not insane like that guy on the Travel Channel who’ll chew on rotten bull testicles if you tell him it’s food) but I’ll try most things once, granted they don’t risk my life.  But there are definitely lines I draw when it comes to trying new things.  For example, I will probably never let fish chew the dead skin off my feet in the name of beauty.

I realized, I have a *thing* about fish.  I eat fish, often.  I see fish, I swim near them almost every time I go to the beach, I’ve snorkeled (and liked it) and swam and fed stingrays… but I have a thing about fish swimming near my legs and feet.  It freaks. me. out.  If I see a school swim by in the ocean I have to look away and pretend they aren’t there so I don’t spaz the hell out.

I will also think twice about ever eating Carp.... what if they have a belly full of dead skin?  Ew! (Ok I know they probably aren’t the kind you eat but come on...) I know people will try this… Joelle said she would.  I’m all about trying things for the sake of trying, .... and I’d probably do it if you paid me and sat next to me during it while I dug my nails into your arm, and you fed me shots.

Kathy said during evening on July 15, 2008

Conversations with a two year old:

Him: Mama paint too?
Me: Ok *sits down and paints an apple*
Me: I’m going to use crayon too.  That’s called “mixed media"… when you use more than one material on the same piece of artwork they call that mixed media.
Him: Missed meemia
Me: Right! Here you do one too…
Him: No mama...I painting.  *spills orange juice on his paper*
Him: Uh oh, missed meemia, mama

I need to get a babysitter and get out more.  *twitch*

Kathy said during lunch time on July 10, 2008

I have some major beef with Flickr right now and I need to vent over it before I go insane.  I have used Flickr for years, for personal photos, for work uses, and recommended it to clients.  I have never had an issue with it.  Until this week.  I use it for SafeMama.com.  I figure, as the site grows it might be wise to put in-post imagery in a Flickr account should I choose to move platforms, move hosts or whatever.  Then the articles aren’t littered with broken images in a transfer.

On July 6th I upgraded SafeMama’s Flickr account to pro and shelled out the $25 bucks for the enhanced account.  Less than 2 days later, I logged in to add some images and it was completely gone.  Gone.  As in no more.  It prompted me as if I had never been to that site before in my life.  Anyone who had friended my account no longer had me in their list.  Going to the url directly said “this account is no longer active”.  I received no warning, no explanation.  It doesn’t reflect my payment or account upgrade in any way shape or form despite my cleared payment.

I emailed support and was told my ticket was escalated.  That was 2 days ago.  I"ve emailed them several times and they have not so much as sent me an auto-reply.  SafeMama was riddled with Flickr errors (and many old posts still are) and I had to manually fix the latest ones.  I am so frustrated by their lack of support for paying customers.

Moral of the story, back your shit up in case it mysteriously disappears.  *scream*

Kathy said during cocktail hour on July 6, 2008

Oh holy crikey.  I’m still alive I swear… I’m clinging to life by a thread. Well no not really.  I’m battling a cold though that I’ve had for going on week 3. This year has been Year Of The Cough for some reason.  I’ve contracted enough colds to kill a polar bear and they like to linger for ages.  Maybe it’s all that crack I smoked in my youth.

I think, unconsciously I took our own book advice and took a small hiatus from writing on this blog.  Not for any particular reason other than I’m busy, I’m blogging elsewhere and I’m just over talking about myself after 5 or 6 years.  I’m not sure how to remedy that just yet.  So in the meantime I’ll sit idle while I figure it out.

While I stew about it, I want to assure anyone reading this that I still do in fact hate Natasha Bedingfield.  And Mariah Carey, for that matter.  And Carrot Top’s eyebrows… and people who over-pluck.

Kathy said during lunch time on June 17, 2008

I saw this joke on a popsicle stick this afternoon and I had to post it because I know Mikey would like it:

What did the girl melon say to the boy melon when he proposed marriage?

“We’re too young, we cantaloupe.”

Haaaa haaaaa.