tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39362722011-11-25T11:11:28.655-07:00the most incredible thing that has ever happened is about to happen to you.kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.comBlogger6571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-52264729017583440932011-08-11T23:37:00.000-07:002011-08-12T00:23:36.878-07:00

i ran into this guy the other day who i remembered instantaneously (instantly?) and vividly. but he didn't recognize me so i didn't mention it.about 20-25 years ago, he lived next door to my grandma and consequently he and i would play together almost every day. one summer afternoon, we sat in his living room eating popsicles when he inexplicably stood up and stripped nude. following his lead, i

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-59130685324848871312011-07-29T17:44:00.002-07:002011-07-29T17:52:14.801-07:00

a certain senator's campaign manager, who i really like (he's very grandpa-ish) (and he calls me "bright eyes"), came by the office to talk to my boss and, while he was waiting, said rather seriously, "kathryn, come sit down and talk to me.""sure, bob."i sat down next to him on the couch and waited for him to compose his thoughts."now... why on earth is a girl like you single?"so much for getting

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if there is one thing i have learned in the last 3 years, it is this...thing i've learned #1: old people, like small children, thrive on routine.thing i've learned #1b: do not mess with their routine.so, random hypothetical, let's say you decide to go on your first vacation in, like, a year. and you're just going to be out of town for 3 1/2 days, but one of those days is a day of the week

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-72116861093537139172011-02-28T21:23:00.000-07:002011-02-28T22:42:42.115-07:00

how you know it's february.in utah.and also, you're me...you buy a season's pass to the local water park.and then you buy two new swim suits online.you get really excited about the free tea and hot cocoa at work. you go to mapquest.com and try and find out exactly how far south you could get in a day.you buy a bunch of seeds so you can get a head start on your gardening.you let the pile of

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-70623895179223096592011-02-23T17:01:00.004-07:002011-02-23T22:32:38.324-07:00

the other day my boss had me deliver a gift to a senator he'd had a meeting with. that gift was a copy of the qu'ran.wait. have i mentioned that i work for an iranian billionaire?but that is not the story.this is the story.on this occasion i had the great privilege of meeting a racist black security guard.* and i don't mean "racist" like "he hated white people, " i mean "racist" like after i'd

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well... turns out i AM employable. yep.i finally got a job a couple of weeks ago and if i weren't so afraid of jinxing myself, i'd go into specifics about how much i'm liking it so far because, seriously, it might very well be the exact job i've been looking for.but the jinx is real so i'm going to stay away from specifics.besides, i'd hate to become one of those "happy", "sunny", dare i say "

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-59328532775706591402011-01-30T00:23:00.001-07:002011-01-30T00:37:31.324-07:00

i have found that i can internalize, compartmentalize and even sometimes utilize stress but eventually it finds a way out of my brain and, if i'm lucky, the stress leaks out in insignificant ways that don't actually affect my mental well-being.what i'm saying is... i've discovered, like, ten 4-month sized grey hairs in the past week. don't worry, i feel fine. my hair's jumping on the stress

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-22462494628680227832011-01-11T20:08:00.000-07:002011-01-11T21:23:09.567-07:00

on christmas eve, my family had the ever-coveted "breakfast for dinner" dinner. it was fantastic. belgian waffles and this breakfasty casserole thing with eggs and hashbrowns and turkey bacon all mixed together and it was amazing. we were all feasting when mobro (i don't actually call him this but there's just no way i'm going to type "mohammad, my brother-in-law" thirty-seven times. i'd get

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-49512159000616723512010-12-05T22:53:00.005-07:002011-01-04T11:45:33.328-07:00

guy sitting behind me: excuse me.me: yes?guy: are you ever compared to any famous singers?me: all the time. guy: really?me: no.guy: oh. well, has anyone ever told you that you look like colby calait?me: heh... actually, ya, once before.guy: i think you look just like her.me: thanks, i think. truthfully, i don't really know who she is or what she looks like.guy: it's a compliment. she's totally

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today, on craigslist..._________________________looking for maggie (misilanious)Date: 2010-12-01, 12:58PM MSTReply to: job-bfngn-2089615598@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]looking for maggie you work at lacallie last valintines day this is a job offer i hope you can get thisLocation: misilaniousCompensation: doeThis is a part-time job.Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact

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if, like the rest of my family, you think it was nice and somewhat selfless of me to drive my grandmother home when she demanded to be taken home after only two hours of thanksgiving-ing, well then, you're a chump.crazy cousin once removed who is sitting at the head of the dinner table watching us all eat while he eats nothing. like, nothing. i'm still not sure why: you know, you can't even

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as of a week ago, the 80 year old cowboy who lives next door to my grandmother and likes to comment on my italian greyhound and my legs (in that order) has decided to take it up a notch by replacing his cowboy hat with a formal, black top hat.i thought you should know.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-34241192949657708102010-11-15T21:47:00.001-07:002010-11-15T23:11:10.124-07:00

no, not the band.although, i do believe in a thing called love.and you are more than welcome to listen to the rhythm of my heart.no, i'm talking about daylight savings. every year when i "fall back" into the darkness, a piece of my soul begins to hibernate.and the fact that it began to snow ever so gently the day after the daylight savings, well, that did not help.last monday, i pulled into my

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have you guys seen this ad?that's an amazing strategy.i have to ask you, doesn't it remind you of a moment on "30 rock" that i'm sure we all thought was satirical?i have got to get on board this crazy train...dear all you people who disagree with me politically,you could totally send me a message by not voting today.that would really put me in my place.really.yours,kat

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i hate election time. it finally occurred to me while reading through this year's voter information pamphlet that mostly i'm disappointed to never see sam seaborn's name on the ballot. tangent!: i'm so on board with "west wing" that it worries me. i'm afraid it somehow cancels out all my hard-hearted railings against frank capra movies. tangent!: also, jefferson smith is never on the ballot. (

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NooOOoooOOooo!

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remember that one week where i blogged every day and i was really proud of myself because finally FINALLY the world was privy to all the fascinating things i had to say?good times.then everything got busy again "busy" probably isn't the right word but it will have to do.i really wish i was the kind of person who can take stress and nervous energy and turn it into something motivating. something

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-86733400326838497082010-09-17T12:02:00.006-07:002010-09-17T12:55:09.916-07:00

this year i got my gardening under control rather early and easily which meant i could turn my attention to... the birds.i bought a bird feeder and a bag of bird seed and i found the perfect little area in my yard and i began to nurture the neighborhood birds. it quickly got out of control. i'm now nurturing a large, assorted flock of very fat birds that go through a 20 pound bag of bird seed

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-65191973873205815842010-09-15T13:27:00.001-07:002010-09-15T13:36:02.301-07:00

i had to take my car to the mechanic's the other day and since i don't live too far away, i walked home after i dropped it off. i forced ziggy to come with me for a few reasons: first, walking a dog is fun. it's relaxing. it's norman rockwell and apple pie. second, after any walk that lasts more than 10 minutes, ziggy passes out for the rest of the day and i can go about my business in peace.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-76786231078111991802010-09-13T18:33:00.000-07:002010-09-13T18:35:03.988-07:00

one of my favorite shows of all time is "newsradio." i quote it a lot and since most people haven't really watched it, they think i'm funny.there's this one episode where the incompetent matthew earns the chance to go to the new hampshire primaries but of course he ends up not wanting to go to new hampshire and when asked why not he says, "um, ya... i have cats."i am matthew.partly because i'm

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i was watching an episode of "northern exposure" last night and i think i kind of resemble a moose.i'm just saying.do you ever play that game where you decide what animal people look like? i do- usually when i'm watching tv or really bored at church- but here's some advice... don't share your opinions because there is only one animal comparison people will be flattered by and that is the

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-86715134908897519732010-09-09T17:24:00.001-07:002010-09-09T19:55:29.443-07:00

during the last 37 years of blogging, i've talked a lot about my grandma (mom's mom) whom i lived with and also my grandfather (dad's dad) who kind of didn't like me, but i don't think i've ever talked about my other grandmother (dad's mom).so let's get into it.my grandmother is a sweet, funny woman who talks exactly like judy holliday in "born yesterday."she grew up in the bronx with her brother

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-62280705529405339332010-08-30T23:54:00.000-07:002010-08-30T23:55:47.323-07:00

i'm jinxing myself when i say this, but my unemployment has yet to feel like anything other than a vacation which, frankly, is not the best mentality to have as far as, you know, getting stuff done. as of tonight the hardest thing, really, has been adapting my small talk because i had one of the most fun sounding jobs on the planet. it made small talk much, much easier because if (when) the

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-84694782571075510142010-08-06T15:38:00.001-07:002010-08-06T19:42:15.470-07:00

my birthday is tomorrow and the prospect of turning 29 is bringing out my crazy.it has nothing to do with getting older (seriously, bring on my thirties. bring it!). i just can't seem to shake the thought that this is the last year of my twenties (in my head, vincent price is saying it) and it's making me think.and you know what happens when girls like me start thinking...additionally, i'm right

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-90378315201448206472010-06-09T19:35:00.001-07:002010-06-09T19:48:20.160-07:00

this is ziggy...i have this theory. that ziggy...is a dog.i've been basing my whole relationship with ziggy off of this canine assumption. i take him on walks, feed him dog food, put him in dog training class so that after 6 months of class i can go through this process..."sit, ziggy.""ziggy. hey. ziggy.""sit.""no. ziggy. i said, 'sit.' are you listening to me?""sigh... fine.""stand there... good

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-18818023230837733382010-06-04T16:02:00.001-07:002010-06-04T19:17:30.216-07:00

this post is dedicated to all the "of all"s i have swarming through my head on a daily/nightly/not-really-nightly basis.the first of all is, did you guys watch "community" this season? because it is hilarious. by far my favorite new show because it involves "ghosting," wanting to "can't be me love" a.k.a. "love don't cost a thing" a person, a paintball apocalypse, and an argument that ended with

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-47998914549646454052010-05-03T16:40:00.001-07:002010-05-03T17:04:11.213-07:00

i haven't posted for a good, long while. i doubt you've noticed but, believe me, i have.actually, i have many, many half-written blogs in the docket but i haven't been able to get one to the point where i'm okay sending it out into the unforgiving internet maw. mostly because everything i write seems to quickly degenerate into a rant. i'm not quite sure who i'm ranting to but i am great at it.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-47360765967343116412010-01-04T12:11:00.002-07:002010-01-04T17:50:10.447-07:00

i'm lousy when it comes to history. the memorizing of fascinating dates and interesting places... this is not in my arsenal, but i tell myself it's okay because when it comes to the people and places i personally deal with, my memory is extremely reliable. in fact, when it comes to matching up names and faces, i'm pretty awesome.because my memory really likes faces.so last week, when i ran into

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-57538430776719706852009-11-11T19:02:00.001-07:002009-11-11T20:56:12.211-07:00

9 years ago, i was a sophmore in college and i was not happy about it and i will tell you why in great detail because there is nothing more important than delving into the trials of the nineteen year old co-ed.kidding.because there is, of course, nothing to delve. my first day back at college i almost consciously decided i hated my roommates and my apartment and my neighbors who just happened to

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-962141377376718482009-10-27T13:00:00.002-07:002009-10-27T13:24:11.023-07:00

i had a very serious conversation with my car radio this morning as i drove to work.the man on the radio told me a recent survey shows that, compared to years past, drastically less people believe global warming is a serious issue.radio man asked me, "has your opinion about global warming changed in the last year? why don't you think global warming is a serious issue anymore?""because i am

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-14315953793265458532009-10-26T20:14:00.001-07:002009-10-26T20:18:57.837-07:00

halloween is high up on my top 40 list.top 40 list referring to radyes, i'm bringing "rad" back*ness and not pop songs.and also, there isn't an actual list because i'm making this all up as i type.i'm trying to find a find a fancy way to tell you that i really enjoy halloween. it's rad!and i seriously wish there were other yearly occasions where people would costume up because if i walk into a

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-43644787490795046442009-10-12T12:34:00.001-07:002009-10-12T15:08:49.454-07:00

during the space race in the 60's, NASA spent $11 million to finance the development of this...a pen.a pen with nitrogen and special ink making it usable in extreme temperatures, underwater, and without gravity.do you know what the russians used?pencils.okay, okay. that's a myth.kind of.the the nonexaggerated story is that the U.S. used pencils as well. they, in fact, spent $128.89 per pencil

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-52503997701746691182009-09-24T14:34:00.002-07:002009-09-24T15:33:47.154-07:00

one of the most inconsequential letdowns of my life was when i read "pygmalian." i was 17 and in a super serious relationship with oscar wilde. and what do you do when you're infatuated with someone? that's right, you get to know their friends. thus "pygmalian."also known as "my fair lady" except not because of the absolute lack of "by george, i think she's got it"/"the rain in spain"/"i've grown

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-50658691818780271202009-09-21T10:28:00.002-07:002009-09-23T12:15:32.865-07:00

i cannot, for the life of me, remember whether or not i turned off the stove this morning and since there's absolutely no way i can commute home during lunch to check, i'm doing the next best thing...obsessing about it.imagining everything i own being burned to a crisp, including the secret stash of cash i forgot to deposit when i went to the bank on friday.and then i start thinking about that

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-54391030372479493632009-09-02T12:26:00.000-07:002009-09-02T12:57:32.725-07:00

the other day i saw a real life recreation of a pivotal scene from "teen wolf".you all know what i'm talking about...now, "teen wolf" is an awesome, awesome movie. it taught us all the importance of both accepting and controlling our own inner wolf. see, the whole wolf thing is like a metaphor. a wonderfully weird, basketball playing metaphor.and i felt like i needed to pull these real life teen

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-20140318460129569722009-08-11T19:40:00.001-07:002009-08-11T20:09:24.424-07:00

an irate russian woman threw a tea cup at the mona lisa yesterday.i think this will become my new standard of stress measurement. am i mad enough to throw a teacup at the mona lisa? no? then i'm not really mad.i've watched, like, every "end of the world"/"robot uprising" type movie there is this summer- i assume you've been doing the same (b.t.dub, one of the previews being shown is essentially

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-45380328401609357172009-07-30T11:20:00.000-07:002009-07-30T11:40:45.897-07:00

on sunday, my family and i celebrated the 42nd* annual julymas and i like to think you were all celebrating along with me... in your hearts.the form my celebration took was to cook the traditional mountain of food and then eat it.sadly, i didn't take any pictures of the feast but i did make a quick sketch of what it was basically like...i'm very talented.*give or take.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-91863714884221405252009-07-17T14:19:00.001-07:002010-11-18T10:57:04.977-07:00

i hate cell phones.with an "on fire with anger" kind of a vehemence.mostly because i'm awkward on the phone.like, painfully awkward.and then you add to that all the, "are you still there?"s and "... wait, what did you say?"s and the "hahaha... i'm replying to you in the most ambiguous way possible because i'm not really sure what you said and i don't want to ask you to repeat yourself AGAIN but i

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-20469715623896290322009-07-14T18:42:00.001-07:002009-07-14T19:46:27.147-07:00

last week, i went to the first of this summer's twilight concert series. it was all very impressive. from the flannel shirts to the crystal spiders to the solitary blonde effectively blocking the view of a whole wad of people by standing on a chair and trying to nonchalantly see who was looking at her (answer: all the people who can't see the stage because you're standing on a chair. that's who's

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-8368364990121743912009-07-13T10:47:00.004-07:002009-07-13T10:59:18.926-07:00

the thing i like best about gardening is that when i talk to people about it, i get to use the word "literally" a lot.as in"yep, i have a garden, so i get to literally enjoy the fruits of my labor."because i'm growing strawberries.BAM!get it? ... it's fruit.thank you for listening.

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man, the weirdest thing happened last night.i was hanging a clock on my bathroom wall when i slipped, fell and hit my head. when i came to i saw this...i only wish i knew what it meant.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-59822410886009052622009-06-09T12:28:00.002-07:002009-06-09T17:40:34.284-07:00

some lesser known rules of human nature...1. my friends and i will never be able to finish a plate of baked goods because nobody wants to be the person who takes the last piece. we will however break the last piece in infinite halves.this is a real life example of zeno's dichotomy paradox.2. in any given dvd commentary the word "genius" will be used 32 times.3. a person's moderation, patience,

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-75843746310350745882009-06-03T14:28:00.005-07:002009-06-03T15:19:43.352-07:00

the other day i went to chevron for a diet coke and my chevron boyfriend was all, "i haven't seen you for a while." and i was all, "ya, i know." and then he was all "where have you been?" and i was all, "i don't know... busy?"so there you go, month of may. i've been busy.disinterested, non caffeinated, and busy.supersonic, idiotic, disconnecting, not respecting...and busy.

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i have a truly disorganized brain and i don't trust it. it doesn't focus or remember. it lacks the ability to think something through in one sitting. it messes with me on a regular basis. it is not to be trusted. i lack the ability to think something through in one sitting which is why i live a life of post-its, lists and journals. that way my pinball machine brain has a safety net.here is

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you know how the internet keeps track of your every move and then synthesizes and analyzes all the pertinent material to better place applicable ads on your sidebars??last week, on my sidebar...http://www.gk2gk.com/the place to "find your geek match".you rent one season of "battlestar galactica"...i feel a special thrill in arguing at work.i decided to not drink diet coke during the month of may

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i spent most of saturday "gardening" and i type the word "gardening" in somewhat sarcastic quotation marks because for all i know i'm cultivating a wasteland. however i fully enjoyed myself, what with the novelty and the feeling that i was playing some sort of trivia game with mother nature. a three part game, actually...part I: weed or plant?the winner was, er, not always me. there's an incident

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i'm completely addicted to pirate news. can't get enough of it.let's explore why...first, i've never understood what navy seals do. i knew they existed. i assumed they did stuff, but i never heard about the stuff they were doing and i'm not going to lie to you- the silence scares me. hearing about their awesome captain-rescuing skills comforted me a little bit although it did little to nothing to

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firstly, the only april fools day "pranks" i ever see ALWAYS (i don't exaggerate) involve girls announcing they're engaged.it makes me feel weird.lastly, (i should start numbering my points due to their sheer magnitude!) i don't like being told what to do and who does, really?nobody.trust me. i tell people what to do all the time and they never like it.depending on the circumstance i'll tolerate

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my goal for the month of march was to figure out the difference between "affect" and "effect".i thought i knew.but turns out i did not.so i put it to you on this the night of march 30th...dear smart people,why is it wrong for me to say that something "effect"ed me? why?i just want to be more like you.thanks ever so,kat

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let it be known.there is only one movie ONE! that nicolas cage has been bearable in...... and that's basically because moonstruck's awesomeness eclipses the cage's weirdness.so i ask you... HOW is he still making movies? who is his fan base? WHO?i demand an answer.

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i react to stress in two very cliched ways.can you guess what the first way is?whoa, my lack of self restraint could really get me into trouble. it's a good thing i don't work at a chocolate factory.... wait.

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one blog i check out pretty habitually is spEak You're bRanes. it's basic mission is to mock comment threads. it's secondary mission, as far as i can tell, is to bring joy to my life.the following post especially.joy.to my life."Thanks to Angel for finding this comment on a Times article about violence against women. women are often as attractive and as beautiful as flowers(with brains) it is

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being single is awesome. i don't really blog about dating/singleness very much because, well, first of all i don't have much to say about it, but mostly i worry that no matter what i say people will think that i'm lying or overcompensating or secretly filled with insecurity and bitterness when, seriously, i've never been more content and sure of myself than i am right now. although now that you

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now, i'm not saying i have an addiction.i'm just saying that when someone opens a can of soda, i have a pavlovian response.as in, yes, drooling like a dog.speaking of things i hope you find strangely endearing...this is what i see when i leave for work every morning.yes, yes. a lovely brick house, but just like a "where's waldo book" (is that the best comparison i could've made?) you have to look

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in less than 60 hours i will be on my way to dublin and i cannot tell you how excited i am, wait, yes i can.because i am literate.i'm very excited.of course i also realize that in less than 40 hours, i'll have a knot in my stomach and will start wondering if there's any way i can get myself out of this trip and shouldn't i just stay home and watch tv instead?because i am a crazy person.and i

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as is the way of my life, i spent the first half of february up to my elbows in frosting.it was sexy.wait, no. no it wasn't.i was a little less willing to do the frosting heart thing this year because while i was working 10 hour days, i kept picturing my actual work piling up and up and up toward the heavens... and i just didn't want to deal.but it was fine. because even with the frosting and the

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i've come to accept that movies are exponentially better than real life.it's because of the background music.and the mantages. mantages are brilliant. i don't care what you're mantaging, you will not disappoint me.and then there are taglines. one sentence to make people want to see the movie. i love it. i want a tagline of my own to use when i introduce myself, so people will be like, "yes.

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you might be interested to know that my father, the 6'4" giant of a man who kills spiders for me on a regular basis, knows a lot of big words.words like gauche, autocratic, and macabre.you might also be interested to know that my father used each of those words while talking to my brother-in-law, the tall, zoophobic iranian who is learning english by watching "while you were sleeping" with the

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in an 8 hour period i...saw a cute movie starring george michael (not the singer/songwriter) bluthwhich struck rather close to home at times,called a cab to take home a guy named churibecause i was too scared to give him a ride home,realized i'm not a hipsternor do i want to be oneif it involves awkward headwear, dark rimmed glasses, and a lack of underwear,was asked what salary bracket i fall

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ever since i started harboring a secret and all consuming love for gilbert blythe, and also jack kelly, and also paul maclean, and also the volleyball scene from "top gun"... i've had a t5 list. it's gone through several incarnations- let's be honest- because that's just how life is, my friends.and securing himself a spot on the list is neil patrick harris a.k.a. doogie...Video Recaps | Full

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i've decided there are two different kinds of winter.there's the glitzy, hollywood winter where i sit next to a fire with hot cocoa looking like this...... and then i run out in the fresh, beautiful whiteness and make a snow angel.somewhere between november 15th and january 2nd. that's hollywood winter.and i can get behind that.it's the second part of winter i can't handle. post-inversion. where

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stuck in my head: "my baby don't mess around because she loves me so and this i know fo' shoh..."i might be ever so slightly behind the trends.as is my morning tradition, i was sitting on my couch watching whatever random dvd i was watching shout out to blockbuster.com what up? while i ate breakfast.and as is morning tradition, ziggy came tottering out of the bedroom, jumped on my lap and

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whilst purchasing a christmas eve diet coke my chevron boyfriend, who always has something to say to me no matter which incarnation of myself he thinks i am, looked me up and down and said, "you look different today.""i look different?""ya. different.""different how?""i don't know. different.""... different bad?""no!" reassured the homeless man who had jumped out of the dumpster and followed me

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when i was 17, my parents finally got cable. it marked a turning point in my life.goodbye public television. hello mtv.besides "daria" and "real world: seattle: the one where a girl gets lyme disease: and this other guy slaps her: but despite the ticks and the drama i was still convinced living in seattle would be awesome: did you know there's a market where they throw fish?: they just throw the

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i feel compelled to ask a favor of you. i don't particularly want to do it via blog because of the potential for tacky but i also don't want to call everyone up either because when i'm interrupted mid rant i'll probably say something like, "um, i believe i had the floor" and whoever i'm talking to will be like "what is this, a phone philibuster?" and i'll be like "i did not yield the floor for a

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there are many, many, yes many times when i have the distinct feeling that throughout the course of the day my mind has been removed, translated into japanese, then translated back into english and placed back in my head.like a vcr manual.and things don't quite come out right.this is why i have a very strict rule forbidding in depth conversations after 10pm because i'll inevitably say something

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in times of war, it's the custom to censor the letters from soldiers to their loved ones to assure sensitive information isn't revealed to the enemy. i don't know how long this has been in place but here's an example of a highly censored letter from 1917...history!now, i'm not saying i'm in a war zone.but if i were to write the traditional, family thanksgiving dialogue, i would have to censor out

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my sister got married yesterday morning. carolyn's new sister-in-law invited my parents and me over to her house last night for a family dinner. always being the forward thinker "that kat, she always thinks one step ahead". yep. that's what they say. i bought a video camera and brought it with me to the dinner because i wanted you guys to be able to witness two families meeting for the first

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i was going to write a poem about what my job is like this time of year but i couldn't think of anything that rhymes with "mmflkjdfhjaweoilikjdsaAAAAaaa"...also, i don't write poems.at about 8:30 last night i decided the best way to express to you what my job is like this time of year would be to take pictures of my desk while i spun around in my chair.it was fun.i'm awesome.

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i was totally psyched when em tagged me to list 6 quirks."yes! finally! something to blog about!", thought i.cuz i've got nuthin'.but seriously people, for the last six years i've done nothing BUT regale you with my quirks. my quirks, oddities, nuances, subtleties, henceforth, ditto ditto, etc, etc... and bless you for going along with it all. "what's that? you like diet coke? haha! what ho! good

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crazy cousin once removed: well... obama's the president.me: yep.aunt: did you vote?me: ya. i baROCKed my vote.ccor: i voted for mccain because he was in 'nam.me: right on.ccor: not that it even matters who's president.me: why?ccor: because all the real decisions are made by an elite, secret society.me: gasp! ...the pentavirate?ccor: i don't know what they're named but i know they're calling all

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the good news is that i'm officially moved into my grandmother's basement apartment. the bad news is that three women in one house means no closet space.it's basic math really...but the good news is that i'll eventually have the closet to myself.the bad news is i'll have a closet to myself because carolyn will be moving out.but the good news is that carolyn will be moving out because she's

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i... ...'ve upgraded to the 44 ounce, super big gulp size of diet coke because the big gulp isn't doing it for me anymore. ... have big plans to write a detailed, life changing blog about how i spent the weekend moving into my grandmother's basement apartment and it will probably include 5 thousand pictures of ziggy my official moving helper because i know how much you guys love it when i

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-72196670783146220222008-10-12T14:59:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:53:31.415-07:00

dear the state of utah,what kind of sick game are you playing?????yours,kat

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enter autumnexit ziggysee you next spring little buddy.

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approximately 4.625 years ago a day in my life involved packaging candy, then going to school, then doing idiotic art projects for school, then designing stuff for work after school.for very little money.and i was eating peanut butter oatmeal twice a day and hanging on by a very tiny thread.whatever. you know the story. you were there.it was during this time that my zion's bank boyfriend thought

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the best thing about working where i do is all the free advice i get from seasoned graphic designers. wait, did i say "graphic designers"? i meant seasoned "pains in my neck".hehe...he.just kidding.i meant seasoned "people who put candy in 10 ounce bags".i get a lot of "that's ugly." and "why are you putting those colors together? that's ugly." and "why does this santa look like it's on crack?

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good news, people.the company website is finally up. finally.finally.and i think it deserves one more. finally.in celebration, we're doing a giveaway on kar achoc olates.blo gspot.com some time today and i'm risking my private blog anonymity because the give away is this...and since our website is new and our blog is new and has maybe ten hits a day, there's a really good chance you could win

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once, not long ago, this one batman movie came out.uuhhhm, the end.good story, right?these little high school girls were swooning over a certain christian bale the other day and i felt very strongly that no, no they do not love christian bale. they cannot love christian bale because they don't know him like i and the women (yikes) of my generation (yikes x 2) know him. they did not sing along

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just keepin' it really real here at ye olde candy factory.a few weeks ago my best friend go married, and it was lovely. i've tried to blog about it maybe 7 times and each time it has quickly degenerated into a full on deluge of sap. and we can't have that because while i accept that those sticky sweet layers are there (from my head to my feet) i prefer not to put them down in writing. i will tell

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efchlfhvnioer;oindsdsaifsdnnauseasdjklfk;lkdfsrejnehjaiaiaiaiain jmnfin.

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about a month ago i was talking to my future husband who was visiting from boise (and i was also plugging my ears and rocking back and forth whenever the waiters at olive garden would sing their plucky birthday song to some poor, unsuspecting customer who just wanted some free cake already! cute-cutesy birthday songs are really high up on my soul-shuddery pet peeves list.) about how much he

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the teeny boppers have started school again which, let's face it, is thrilling.nine years ago i made it out of high school unscathed with less than a handful of names on my vengeance list, and as a result i don't think about high school much. until i talk with the teensy tiny teeny boppers. today i've made a point of asking them how their day was as they walk in to work and this is what i've

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i wish i had more cause to use the word "pastoral" in my everyday life.i don't know why.i really like my life.i'm saying that outright because i don't think it comes across in my (lack of) blogs. ever. the blogging voice is an ever surly voice. if my blog had an actual voice, i imagine it would sound quite a bit like john stossel but hopefully without any implications of a mustache.i wish i had

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dear friends both real and imaginary,how are you?good? good.so... blogging.all right, i'm going to make a statement about blogging that i'm assuming rings true for everyone. or at least i hope rings true. which is why i shall boldly speak in second person.after a year, or maybe even a few months, of consistent blogging, your reactions to life's little situations change. everything becomes fodder

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for some ungodly reason, there was a tour of the chocolate factory today. it has never happened before and in fact should never happen because tours of an actual chocolate factory are disenchanting. not an oompa loompah to be seen. no experimental products which go against the very laws of nature.and for goodness sake, why am i part of the tour?"if you look to your left you'll see katasaurus rex.

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at exactly 14:52 i clicked "upload", stood up in my office and announced that i was finished with 2008.and so i am.so long suckers, cuz i'm done. i'm onto 2009 now!can't wait until you all catch up with me. although by the time you get to 2009, i'll be way ahead of you. i'll be so comfortable in 2010 that i will probably be calling it "twenty-ten" and since i'm so ahead of the game, it won't even

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i didn't have to cancel my dead grandfather's milk delivery after all.the price increase was rescinded.i hate when i write a three sentence blog because i think it sounds funny and then right before i hit publish i realize there are serious clarifications to be made about how my grandfather died in 1976 and, come on, how callous a person do you think i am that i would announce a recent death in

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-58881439292018521542008-07-07T18:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T14:17:25.986-07:00

it's a well documented fact that i have scores of imaginary friends. not like, hallucinations or anything, just lots of people whom i encounter and then build an imagined relationship with.i'm a socially awkward extrovert.it's how i cope.last night, i became friends with kevin the incense king. i know of his royal lineage because it's written on the side of his car.next to his bumper sticker that

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-61772546833406739192008-06-26T17:52:00.003-07:002008-10-09T11:33:00.494-07:00

i don't know how it happened, but somehow i am a registered voter.i know this because i got a nice little note in the mail telling me i've got jury duty.federal jury duty.for four months.and i want to be all patriotic and excited, but instead i'm filled with dread because i would seriously be like the worst jury member of all time ever.because i'm squeamish.and i tend not to pay attention to

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-25950320211564283222008-06-17T19:07:00.000-07:002008-06-17T19:14:22.475-07:00

my chevron boyfriend is officially a u.s. citizen today. after ten years.i asked him what he was going to do to celebrate.he said, "party."ah, the american way.thanks matt, moydie, and brandon for keeping me updated on charlie the unicorn. it made me laugh.however, after seeing this, you'll have to excuse me while i bang my head repeatedly against a wall.no offense to you who are obsessed with

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-56061879094701453852008-06-13T12:36:00.001-07:002008-06-13T12:55:53.783-07:00

on not coming to work on saturday..."salt lake needs me out there... even more than it needs me in here tormenting lyle."on doing laundry..."how was the laundromat?""cold.""that's to keep the clothes fresh."mostly i just wanted to post something on friday the 13th.please tell me your best quote of the day.ahem... top that!if you would be so kind.

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-16094285916983353262008-06-11T16:19:00.002-07:002008-06-11T16:41:23.765-07:00

i am a spaz.and the more taciturn a person is, the more garrulous i become.to fill the silence.as someone who errs on the side of spazziness, i sometimes wonder how the other side thinks. that look of fear and awe as i prattle on... i assume the thought behind it is, "wow. does she ever stop talking?" and the answer is no, no i don't. not until i'm interrupted or out of breath.but, you know,

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-24413659653914422742008-05-29T10:54:00.003-07:002008-12-09T15:53:31.416-07:00

dear scramble posse,let's face it, i put more mental energy into a game of scramble than i do in an entire day of work.but i'm dealing with a slight deluge at work which is using up too much mental focus.and also too much time.i promis i will be back shortly.and when i am, believe me, you will all bow down before my scramble genius.especially you em.kisses,kat

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-16123181271148433112008-05-19T11:42:00.002-07:002008-12-09T14:17:26.226-07:00

i go back and forth on the whole "being busy" spectrum.more importantly i go back and forth on whether i like being busy.i like being active. i like being busy with a project that has an end point. confidentially, i like being busy when it makes me feel important. seriously. that's how i roll.i don't like being busy for busyness' sake. i don't like being busy with a project that i know will never

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-30285278356723957082008-05-06T16:10:00.003-07:002008-05-06T18:16:45.957-07:00

let's get down to business.here are the best television theme songs of all time.i am of course lying.sorry to get your hopes up.actually these are simply the theme songs i could serenade you with if you were with me right now..."perfect strangers""silver spoons""fresh prince of bel-air""the monkees""friends""charles in charge""mad about you""cheers"not to mention the songs i could hum..."the

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-4424439947818908602008-04-30T15:18:00.000-07:002008-12-09T14:17:26.588-07:00

i'm not good at my job today.but i like totally have a good excuse......my job is hard.okay, ya, you're right, it's not.but it's harder than it looks.yes, i know it looks super easy but i'm saying it's a slightly harder brand of easy than it looks.geez. get off my back.the essence of my job sans payroll, catalogues, kosher research, high school history projects, is this...behold! the candy

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-91337230928922153682008-04-28T13:10:00.001-07:002008-04-28T12:47:52.652-07:00

the movie version of "mama mia" is coming out this summer and there is reason colin firth upon reason pierce brosnan why i'm looking forward to it. i wish i were in greece. not to be confused with "grease"- a different musical for a different time.this is a musical i know very little about. i've never seen it, never listened to the soundtrack, i don't even know the plot. in fact, the only thing

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-86906586619498875352008-04-22T15:26:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:53:31.417-07:00

hey, it's me! coming to you live from... my desk. glad to not be on a plane and (if i'm being truthful) glad to not be in tennessee anymore. note: when a polygamist sect with a very similar name to your religion gets a lot of media attention, don't vacation in the bible belt.as with any experience ever there were both good and deplorable moments, but i like to think i gave it a grand ole cowboy

kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16256596307416781579noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936272.post-55476389162650898042008-04-15T19:21:00.002-07:002008-04-15T18:24:11.414-07:00

whatup.no, that is not a question.or is it.i am not in the mood to use correct punctuation. or any punctuation besides the period.and that comma up there.frankly i am drunk with power.i could be brimming with enthusiasm and dramatic pauses and you will never know because all you are faced with is the calm poker face of the period.i wish i had that power in person. i would love to be able to

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