Old School Summer

Tonight was really quite nice. We had an ice cream social at the library and it was a hit and it was fun! I really had a good time doling out the ice cream to all the people from little kids to older people. We even had some really polite children who were eager to clean up and help get everything put away. All in all, I have had a pretty stressful week and this was a nice way to spend an evening. It even felt like a summer day! All this crazy work at the library makes you forget about the lazy days of summer (because we don't have any). I used to LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the summer and just vegging out and hanging out with my friends. Makes me a little nostalgic.

Can you imagine

Being one of those people on myspace? You know who I'm talking about:

The guy that sends you a message with one of the following charming introductions:

Hey, baby! Just saw your pic and you look hawt! Dayum. Wanna be friends?
Um, no. Last time someone asked me to be friends we were in the second grade and it was because the sneaky bitch wanted to borrow my Derek doll - which was way hotter than the Ken doll. Plus, I value correct spelling.
What up, sweetie? I've been looking for some female company and you look like fun, check out my page if your interested!
I look like fun? Was it how I posed behind the ceramic frog that turned you on? And interested in what, might I add?
Hey! I think we have a lot in common, let me know what you think!
Upon further inspection, bachelor #3 listed his number one interest as "stacking dollars." There's not really much I can say to this.

I think I will pick out some random guy on myspace and send him a message with the following:

Wow! I thought you had to be a porn star to look that good! We should meet up sometime! I have no desire to see my friends and family again, so I decided soliciting someone online was a sure thing! Let me know what you think, lover.

Right side up

In explanation of the title, I felt like my ship was off-kilter, but I have found my bearings. Some people are sh*tty and conniving and manipulative and generally so two-faced that there is nothing that other people will be able to do to change their ideas or opinions. It's all good, people. I gotta quit worrying about the things I can't control and just try to do what I know is best for me. Two wrongs don't make a right...it's cliche, but true.

Onto another topic...did you know that a porcupine baby is super cute and will come to you like a dog if you call its name? Me neither! I met a very cute baby porcupine named Dorie today and if they wouldn't cause me severe and lasting pain I would have one as a pet. Oh well.

Wrecked Weekend

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my weekend has been a little less than satisfactory. I can't really go into specifics, but suffice to say that someone is unhappy with me and I found out about it on Friday. Good times. Hopefully this situation will resolve itself. If it doesn't, trust me you will HEAR ALL ABOUT IT.

Only the Lonely

I'm going to be a bit alone this weekend and I am trying to decide what to do. I have been crazy busy the last three weekends (worked at the library, went to ATL, and my brother's wedding and associated hoopla) and you would think I would like to chill and do nothin', but that isn't the case. I never want to stay home when I don't have plans and when I do, I want to stay home (as I recall, I have discussed this before). Regardless, I am still at loose ends. I'm also feeling a bit unpopular as of late (also a topic I have already discussed here) and I am not sure what to do about it. I should probably try to hang out with some people I work with, but it's soooo hard to put on "fun Katie" and troop her out. I have to be "on." Making my usual jokes and charming people with my wit and clever repartee (ha.). It is amazing how most people don't really know you. You know what I mean, really know you. I can't tell you how surprised I am every time I realize someone is just as insecure as I am. I guess if I learned from life it wouldn't come as such a shock, but it is still fascinating. We spend so much time hiding that it is amazing that anyone gets to know anyone.

This post was brought to you by Jack Handy and his deep thoughts.

No need to be rude

Here's the thing: our Summer Reading schedule is dependent on people showing up when they are scheduled and approximately on time. Often we call people and confirm the date and time they are expected. I did that today. I got a call from a certain someone after I called their business to confirm our event tomorrow. They assured me that they would NEVER schedule something for the day we had them scheduled. Well, I read them the email exchange confirming the date and time and after I said it would not be possible to reschedule, the person said "fine, I'll be there. I'm stupid for scheduling this, but I'll be there." After that, I was told that by being at the library it would have dire consequences for their business. At this point, I really didn't say anything and they just got pissed and hung up. HUNG UP, I tell you. Oh. No. You. Didn't. If this person thinks that this will make tomorrow an even more fabulous experience, they are mistaken. Is it my fault that someone didn't consult their day planner? Nope. I can't wait to meet my biggest fan tomorrow. Little sh*t.

you know

Sometimes I can be such a sh*t. Really, over the course of this weekend, I was around a bunch of people that are generally nice and go along with things with a smile on their faces. You know what I heard all weekend? "Katie, try to smile for the picture!"; "Katie, you look bored"; "You look like you would rather be anywhere but here"; "Act like you like the people you're taking a picture with"

First off, I am not a "smiley" person. My face doesn't naturally go into a smile so when I look pissed-off it's just how I usually look. Sorry, but that's the truth. For those stupid emails that say it takes 236 muscles to frown and 3 to smile - I say this is FALSE. It takes no muscles for me to frown, it is my natural state.

I am smile inhibited. I can't help it. Sue me.

It's over

My brother's wedding was this weekend and I survived it. It was nice to see everyone and I think I looked pretty ok in my dress. I have to say I'm glad it's over and done with and now I gear up for the next one (which is in a little less than a month). Whew.

I just don't know what to do with this...

So, speculation is that Dale Jr. will be moving to Hendrick Motorsports. For those not in the know, this is like the Charlie Daniel's song "Devil Went Down to Georgia" and the devil actually wins the fiddle-off. He will be teammates with Jeff Gordon...and Jimmie Johnson. Two of my least favorite drivers. LEAST FAVORITE. I hate to admit it, but I'm crying a little. Just a little mist, but still tears of betrayal. Tears of disbelief. What has the world come to? I leave you a broken woman.

My answer to the divorce rate: duplex living

I have espoused several of my theories or ideas on life on this blog and I have decided to treat you to another pearl of wisdom:

If I ever get married, I'm living in a duplex. A very nice duplex, but a side-by-side dwelling nonetheless. I don't think men and women should live together on a full time, multi-year basis. Sure, some people can handle it, but I think that part of the reason people break up is because they are just tired of seeing the same person in their house day after day. This brings us to the compromise: two homes in one. Here's the plan: I'll live on one side (with Teddy, of course), and he (who shall-not-be-named as he has not been identified yet) will live on the other side with the kids. I am going to pick someone who's good with kids and cleaning and then we will live kind of together in marital bliss for years and years. I figure we can work out a system of signals. You know, one knock on the wall could signal that one of us would like to talk, another set of knocks could signal that one of us is in the mood...another set could signal when dinner is ready (that he will most likely be making). I think it is a perfect plan, personally. I am available for a more detailed analysis if you are considering this wise move.

Back from D&Bs

Dave & Busters was awesome! I had a lot of fun and we won a lot of tickets. Sara and I were working as a team so we pooled our winnings and grabbed some crap from the 'Winner's Circle.' Originally we decided to pool our tickets so that we could get a couple of shot glasses or beer glasses, but they didn't have either of these items. We were forced to spend our 2,900 tickets on lovely, quality items such as: 1 metal Hello Kitty purse (kind of looks like a round lunch pail); 1 pink poodle purse (which is now named Fluffy); 1 wind-up cow that walks around (Jenny's souvenir) 1 guitar playing frog bank; and last, but certainly not least: a genuine Elvis Presley artifact! It is a framed picture of Elvis and a bit of film (with his picture on it). So the Winner's Circle did not turn out to be a total waste. Also, Sara managed to scam the other people we were with out of a teddy bear they got with their winnings - actually I asked them if she could have it as she seemed quite attached to it on the car ride home - you may refer to him as T.B. All in all, it was good fun and I shall be returning in the future.

Workin' for the weekend...

I haven't had a day off in a while and I am quite looking forward to this weekend. I am not working for two days straight and it makes me very happy. The roomie and a couple of friends and I are leaving for ATL Saturday morning and we are supposed to be going to the zoo (I may not make it for some unknown stomach virus that I may be getting right as we get to town - I hate when that kind of bad luck happens!). After the afternoon at the zoo we are going to Dave & Busters. Have you been? I haven't, but I've heard its like an adult Chuck E. Cheese. I can't wait. I'll let you know how things go. Oh, and my brother's wedding is next Saturday. I can't express how excited I am.

My brain is now on auto pilot

Summer Reading is slowly sapping my brain cells. Our big event is tomorrow and it should be pretty exhausting. This job makes me realize that all the events I attended when I was a child were at the hands of some extremely hard working people. I am going to collapse tomorrow night and attempt to keep breathing...