Don't kid yourself

One of the most annoying phrases I hear is "I've been dancing since I was 2."

No. No you haven't. That would be allowing for quite a flexible definition of 'dancing'

Following the logic here are the other things that I have been doing since I was 2:


* I, too, have been a painter and sculpted since toddlerhood. Some of my early work is more Cubist, but I believe quite impressive.

* Driving. I easily navigated the roads on my big wheel or tricycle to the point that I should have considered a career as a professional driver.

* Writer. Sure some of my 'scribblings' were difficult to interpret, but no less intriguing. It was still important to get my message out.

* Decorating - I have heard stories about some of the many ways I managed to alter my surroundings. Personally, I object to the term destructive. I'm more fond of the phrase 'creative removal.'



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MAGIC!!!!

For those of you who have read this blog before, you know my ongoing issues/hijinks with Kenny G. - particularly regarding Christmas...here is what happened a couple of days ago:

I woke up last Sunday and checked my email and noticed ol' Kenny had forwarded me a flight confirmation. At first I thought he had booked a ticket to come visit without checking with me (panic!), but I read the first line that he had written in the forwarded email: "could you print this for me and mail it to me?"

Really? There's no one in Nashville that you know that owns a printer? No one??

Oh, did I mention I bought him a web connected printer for Christmas a month ago? A printer that I connected myself, and tested?????? I left him a very large note explaining that he needed the email address assigned to the printer for it to work and to NOT throw the paper away.

I emailed the forwarded document to the printer's email address and printed it myself. To his printer. In Nashville. From Birmingham. Without getting out of bed.

Five minutes later he calls and says "How did you do that?? I tried printing for 30 minutes and it wouldn't work."

Sooooo...let's just take a moment to imagine how his struggle to print went:

G#^%*%*% Fu#*<€~€~ Printer won't Fu#^{!.£ work. Katie should just leave the da;& thing alone!!!

I'm surprised my ears weren't burning from the horrible things he was saying about me ;)

Oh, Kenny.

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Getaways

In about a month a few friends and I are going to a cabin in Gatlinburg. It's a trip I thought of and booked. Do you know what I have done? I have planned a couples weekend, people. Everyone else who is going is a couple. Maybe they would have more fun without me in their couply-hood, but too bad. I'm a fun girl and plan on having an awesome time. I love all of my friends' significant others. They are good men who are good to my friends. I'm not lying. Trust me, I have made my feelings VERY clear when I'm not a fan of one of my friends' boyfriends or girlfriends. If you want someone to say yes and make you feel better about a bad relationship - find.someone.else. I'm too old to lie to you....but I digress!

I'm planning my next adventure! I'm going to enjoy a (however cliche and overused the phrase is) staycation. I'm thinking Ross Bridge Resort here in town, room service, movies on demand, and spa services. I think it will be awesome. I may even let someone go with me, but the jury is out. Sometimes I'm my own best company. :)


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Debbie Downer in the house...

Not so much. I'm in a better place. I'll have something clever to say imminently...


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Acting

I love my friends. I actually like people. I really do. I write this because what I might write probably won't reflect this.

I feel like I act everyday. I pretend to care about the things that other people seem to. I joke about being meaner everyday, but I don't think that's true. I'm colder everyday. I don't care about a lot of things I 'should.' it's exhausting to pretend all day. I think I probably come off as unfeeling and I think part of it must be that if I let myself care and think I would never stop. I would be a flood of emotion. If you don't care about anything then nothing can hurt. But, that's not really true, huh? I do care and hurt. I just feel sad or lonely and my life seems to be a cycle of doing all of the things that don't lead me to good things. Over and over and over. And over. That's where I am.

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I mean, really?

If you read my facebook status then you might know I encountered a very special person today...lucky for you there was something in the air because that person wasn't the only crazy motherf*cker I came across.

Glenn Beck' best friend:
-so I had a lady come to the desk and ask if I could help her send a message to Glenn Beck. I told her I could let her use the Internet. She indicated that she just wanted to send him a message, but wasn't so good with typing and would I do it for her? I said no, I could not do that. She then asked if she could dictate the message to me and then copy what I wrote down. I indicated another negative. I told her if she wanted to send him a message online that she was probably going to need an email address. She said she didn't have one and then asked if she could use my email. Um. No. Could she use the library's email address? Um. No. Then she tried to exit the library via the elevator. I.Sh*t.You.Not.

Sick? So what?
A babysitter brought some of her charges to the library today and one of the kids upchucked in the kiddie section. He then frolicked off to the computers to play a game. When C asked the babysitter to take him to the restroom and also asked if he wouldn't touch the computers, The World's No. 1 Caregiver got pissed. "Is this your policy?". Really? Is it just me or does vomit indicate you MIGHT not be totally well and not smear your hands all over something that a bunch of other kids touch? Keep the pestilence to yourself, lady.

Just Practicin'
We had someone who logged in and out of the computers about half a dozen times today. She indicated she was practicing so that would know exactly what to do the next time she visited, but "that thing" kept flashing black at her. I went to the computer to see what she was referring to and found out that it was the...wait for it...cursor.

We are doomed as a civilization.

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How things change

10 years ago I was 22. I was about 4 months away from graduating from college. Pretty uneasy about going out into the "Real World" because I had no idea what I wanted to 'be.'

In my family (perhaps environment) the expectation was that you go to college. There were a few people I was in school with who didn't plan on going to school straight out of high school and this was a pretty big deal. I was always taught or led to believe that you go to college and then you graduate (after 4 years, of course!) and magically you were supposed to be something. Some people had it figured out... Lawyer...doctor...teacher...etc. I thought I would go to law school - not because I knew anything about it or had a calling - and I was wrong. I majored in history and poli-sci because I liked the subjects and not because I wanted to REALLY do anything with either field. Once I graduated I worked at a gym because I didn't know what else to do and I didn't want to move home. I decided to go to graduate school after 9/11 and I realized that life is short and I needed to do something about finding a career. Long story short I got a couple of Master's degrees and became a librarian. It is a perfect profession for me and basically I have been incredibly lucky regarding my career.

I'm not even sure why I'm writing this down. If you're reading this...you know this story. I guess my point is things change and no matter how good certain parts of my life have turned out, it is hard for me to figure out how I got to this point in my life.

This is not what imagined and I'm glad I couldn't predict the future because my 22 year old self would be PISSED.


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