Poof. And then there was dark. My electricity went out this morning, leaving me with a head full of wet hair to go to work with. When you have naturally curly hair with no ionic heat to tame it, this caused yet another bad hair day, the second of the week thus far. Let's hope for the best tomorrow. And yes, I DID pay my bill. It was out in the entire neighborhood - thank you!
I think the 'evil forces' in the world are out for me this week. Being the stubborn girl that I am, I'm not going to let them lick me! It's funny, when I'm having these kinds of mornings, there is nothing that will get in the way of my shear determination to get to work. Every other morning, it takes every fiber of my being to force myself in the office. I think I like the challenge that the 'evil forces' present me, even though I complain.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
I Should Have Gone Back to Bed
That's because I had a really, really bad morning. First I woke up late. I must have turned off my alarm. Luckily, I have a cat with a demanding appetite for breakfast that finally got me up. And when I saw what time it was, I jumped up out of bed like a jack in the box - kind of stumbling around after being jolted up and out so quickly. I am not a morning girl. Coffee. I. need. coffee. So it's raining this morning (and about 40 degrees - in April!?) and I let my dog out as usual. 15 minutes later, he's telling me he's got to go again. So I take him back out. But because it's raining and cold, he just wants to stand in the yard and shiver instead of doing his business. So we go back in and I proceed with my morning get ready routine. 10 minutes later, he's desperate to go out. But no, just sniffing around and eating some grass, but no business got done. So finally, I'm just about ready to walk out the door for work and decide to let him out again, so I don't have to come home and clean up an accident, but I let him out on his own this time as I've got to brush my teeth and find my shoes. Once completely ready to go with keys in hand, there's no sign of my dog. And I call for him and call for him. Nothing. So I trapse out into the rain and call and call some more. 10 minutes later, he comes bolting back towards the house. He knows he's in BIG trouble because at this point I'm freakin' furious with him. Now my hair's soaking wet from the rain after looking for him and I've got to go back inside to dry it. No time to restyle, so it just gets pinned back. And now I feel frumpy. Because it's now turned into a bad hair day on top of everything else. It was at this point that I should have just gotten back in the bed. But no, being the trooper that I am, I plowed on. Right into traffic. Apparently there's some sort of unwritten rule that if there's a light rain coming down, you must not go any faster than 35 mph even though the speed limit is 65. I'm even later for work. At work I find one of the last semi-decent parking spaces, but the jackass next to me parked too close to the white line. But I squeeze my car between the concrete pillar and the jeep cherokee anyway and practically have to climb out of my sunroof to get out. Oh well, I made it. And luckily, I made it in under the radar. No one noticed I was late. But then, I'm responding away to my 500 daily emails I usually start with in the morning, and respond to one from my boss. To which I get a reply, "We're in our staff meeting getting the AARP presentation, where are you?" Damn those blackberries! Damn my Outlook for not reminding me of meetings. So I reply that I had "just gotten back to my desk from another meeting that ran over and didn't want to interupt the presentation because I was so late." Did he buy it? Who knows. He didn't respond. And I had that sinking feeling in my stomach until lunch. The day moved back towards status quo after lunch, but the morning was a bitch. Next time I'll just get back in bed. I like it better there on a cold and rainy day anyway.
Monday, April 25, 2005
The Boys that Stand Out
In preschool there was John Boston. Oh how we were in love. So much so that I even named my goldfish after him. You know you've really got something special when you name a goldfish after someone.
In Kindergarten there was Luke. He was pretty much just a fling. He lived across the street and our moms caught us playing doctor in my living room one afternoon. The thrill was gone after we had to explain to our dads what we had done. That'll kill a romance quick.
In 2nd grade there was Tony Sewell. He professed his love to me one day before lunch and I checked the 'yes' box admitting to loving him too. Too bad we ended up in a lover's food fight throwing corn at one another and both sent home with pink slips to mom. Hey, he started it! We weren't allowed to have pudding on Friday as our punishment. He was dumped the next week. A girl's gotta have her Friday pudding!
Buddy Funk was my crush in the 5th grade. He lived in the next neighborhood over and rode my school bus. All of the girls would go over to his house after school to see if he wanted to come ride bikes and play girls chase boys. Good thing he was a little hottie. He had to be with that name! Wonder where he is today? (Buddy, call me)
In middle school, no one else would do but Jason Griffin. Boy, I was smitten. He hugged my teddy bear that I brought in for a school project and left his cheap cologne smell on it. I slept and sniffed that thing for weeks thereafter. Probably had a bald spot on it's neck where all of the fur fibers were inhaled in my nose. I think he's in jail now. Good thing we didn't work out.
As a high schooler, I was a stalker, I mean, a sucker for Bart Meehan. It was the stereotypical story: He was a senior, I was a freshman. He was smart and tall and handsome and didn't have a clue who I was. I had braces and glasses and I changed the way I'd walk to class just to pass him in the hallway and stare. On yearbook signing day, I finally worked up enough nerve to get him to sign my yearbook. My friend Annie took our picture from afar while I was standing next to him to capture what I had hoped to be a budding romance. I was really smooth and wrote, "have fun in collage." I later realized he was going to college, not collage. Doh! Smart one, Kara, really smart. We might be together today if only I knew how to spell college under pressure.
Speaking of college, I'm going to skip over my days in college because in all honesty, it's all a bit fuzzy anyway. I think there were 2 Ryans and a Shawn in the mix. Stories for another time.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to who's next in my lottery of love.
In Kindergarten there was Luke. He was pretty much just a fling. He lived across the street and our moms caught us playing doctor in my living room one afternoon. The thrill was gone after we had to explain to our dads what we had done. That'll kill a romance quick.
In 2nd grade there was Tony Sewell. He professed his love to me one day before lunch and I checked the 'yes' box admitting to loving him too. Too bad we ended up in a lover's food fight throwing corn at one another and both sent home with pink slips to mom. Hey, he started it! We weren't allowed to have pudding on Friday as our punishment. He was dumped the next week. A girl's gotta have her Friday pudding!
Buddy Funk was my crush in the 5th grade. He lived in the next neighborhood over and rode my school bus. All of the girls would go over to his house after school to see if he wanted to come ride bikes and play girls chase boys. Good thing he was a little hottie. He had to be with that name! Wonder where he is today? (Buddy, call me)
In middle school, no one else would do but Jason Griffin. Boy, I was smitten. He hugged my teddy bear that I brought in for a school project and left his cheap cologne smell on it. I slept and sniffed that thing for weeks thereafter. Probably had a bald spot on it's neck where all of the fur fibers were inhaled in my nose. I think he's in jail now. Good thing we didn't work out.
As a high schooler, I was a stalker, I mean, a sucker for Bart Meehan. It was the stereotypical story: He was a senior, I was a freshman. He was smart and tall and handsome and didn't have a clue who I was. I had braces and glasses and I changed the way I'd walk to class just to pass him in the hallway and stare. On yearbook signing day, I finally worked up enough nerve to get him to sign my yearbook. My friend Annie took our picture from afar while I was standing next to him to capture what I had hoped to be a budding romance. I was really smooth and wrote, "have fun in collage." I later realized he was going to college, not collage. Doh! Smart one, Kara, really smart. We might be together today if only I knew how to spell college under pressure.
Speaking of college, I'm going to skip over my days in college because in all honesty, it's all a bit fuzzy anyway. I think there were 2 Ryans and a Shawn in the mix. Stories for another time.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to who's next in my lottery of love.
Not Good for 7 Days Past the Expiration Date
$152 due by 5/12.
That's what's going to keep me from a warrant for my arrest after receiving my first ever ticket. Mind you, not the first time I've ever been pulled over. I've been pulled over 4 other times for various things such as speeding, speeding, running a stop sign, and oh yea, speeding. It's just the first time that smiling, flirting, and a bit of cleavage if absolutely necessary didn't get me a warning instead of a ticket. And of all things, it's for a stupid expired license plate registration. In Georgia, your registration is due by your birthday. After that, it's considered expired. My birthday was on 3/3, and I was pulled over and ticketed on 3/25. For NOTHING other than the possibility that my tag was expired. As luck would have it for Mr. Policeman, it was. And he wouldn't give in despite my best attempt to be friendly, sweet, and yes, I even pulled out the big guns. (uh oh, have I lost it?) He did only give me warning on my address change on my driver's license though. Bless his heart ( in this case, it's Southern for "bastard").
That's what's going to keep me from a warrant for my arrest after receiving my first ever ticket. Mind you, not the first time I've ever been pulled over. I've been pulled over 4 other times for various things such as speeding, speeding, running a stop sign, and oh yea, speeding. It's just the first time that smiling, flirting, and a bit of cleavage if absolutely necessary didn't get me a warning instead of a ticket. And of all things, it's for a stupid expired license plate registration. In Georgia, your registration is due by your birthday. After that, it's considered expired. My birthday was on 3/3, and I was pulled over and ticketed on 3/25. For NOTHING other than the possibility that my tag was expired. As luck would have it for Mr. Policeman, it was. And he wouldn't give in despite my best attempt to be friendly, sweet, and yes, I even pulled out the big guns. (uh oh, have I lost it?) He did only give me warning on my address change on my driver's license though. Bless his heart ( in this case, it's Southern for "bastard").
From Paint Thinners to...
strippers.
If my gig at the corporate "orange box" needs some "improvement," at least I've been given a name to put on my resume for my next move up the corporate pole, I mean, ladder.
If my gig at the corporate "orange box" needs some "improvement," at least I've been given a name to put on my resume for my next move up the corporate pole, I mean, ladder.
| Your Stripper Name is: Trixie |
Thursday, April 21, 2005
The Guilty Dozen
So today I get a call from our receiving department that I have flowers. Flowers? Well, maybe they're from a vendor. How sweet. But what for? So I trot my little happy ass down to the dungeon of the office building to pick up my flowers. What girl isn't excited to get flowers? When I show up, they hand me a vase of a dozen red long stem roses. I immediately realize these aren't from a vendor. And I open the card, and it reads, "Thinking of you." And it's from the guy mentioned in the posting below. Dammit. Just when I had made up my mind to say no again to his request for a date, he goes and does this. Don't get me wrong, I definitely don't want to come across as ungrateful. Not at all. I'm very appreciative and very flattered that he sent them to me. They're stunning. And I did call to thank him, after all, I was raised with manners. But a dozen red roses and I haven't even agreed to a date yet? It's overwhelming. And although many of you in the previous post encourage a date, I've since decided in follow up phone conversations with him since Saturday's party to yet again decline. Not only do we not have anything in common (another for instance is that he's at a Star Wars convention this weekend and I haven't even seen the movies), but although he says he wants to get to know me, somehow we'll spend the next 45 minutes talking about him. Or his dog. Or one of his friends. But now I feel so guilty. So tell me, do flowers constitute at least a first date out of guilt even though I'm positive I have zero romantic attraction for him? How can I say no now?
Monday, April 18, 2005
Jury Duty
- I got fired from a job and I'm completely broke. When do you think they'll send our checks for serving?
- I got a girl pregnant and my girlfriend's pissed off
- My brother's been in court enough times to know how the system works
- Do you think Budweiser is allowed during our lunch break, and if so, do you think being drunk will get you out of coming back?
What, you ask, in the world is this? Well, those are the comments made by a fellow potential juror standing behind me in the Cobb County Superior Courthouse this morning as I dutifully reported for jury duty (again. mind you, I've been called 3 times in the past 5 years. not sure what kind of list I'm on, but apparently I'm "their kind."). We couldn't have been in line more than about 2-3 minutes and I learned all of that information in that short timespan. I thought to myself, aren't there just some things that aren't really a shining moment in your life and really shouldn't be discussed in public like that? I couldn't figure out if he was proud of these things or oblivious to the fact that perhaps not all of us have been guests on Jerry Springer, too.
I'm on a 2-hour lunch break from sitting in the juror room waiting for my panel number to be called. I'm sure I'll have at least one or two more fun stories to tell when I get back home tonight after returning to the random gene pool microcosm of Cobb County that our government's thrown together.
Iota Nada Nup Nothing
Ok friends, I need some help. I went to a friend's impromtu party on Saturday where low and behold, one of the partygoers is this guy that's asked me out 2 or 3 times in the past to which I've declined every time. And par for the course, he's trying again. Here's the tough part. I think this guy's somewhat attractive but we have NOTHING in common in the least. NOTHING. Did I mention there's not one drop of iota nada nup nothing that we have in common? Well, there isn't. Which is why I've declined 2 or 3 times now. However, you have to give this guy kudos for being persistent. I mean, c'mon, if a guy tells me "no" even once, I'm not going back in the ring for another round of rejection. Hell no, if I'm down, I'm down for the count. But for whatever reason, this guy, like one of those new foam core mattresses that retains it's shape, keeps coming back. And maybe his persistence is paying off, because I feel like I might cave. He may have made some progress. Which is where all of you come in. I need some advice. Do I keep saying no knowing that there's really nothing we'll connect on, or do I keep an open mind and finally say yes to this poor guy to just see what happens? If I'm going to be totally honest, I've said no in the past because I felt like he'd be the type to fall in love quickly. You know the kind. The ones that think you're the "one" after just one date. He's already told me I'm the "marrying kind." I'm the type that holds my heart back, and I fee like I'd be in the predicament of breaking a heart. That is usually the case when it comes to men for me. Sometimes it's so much easier in the beginning to say no, then to actually say yes only to say no after someones feelings are involved. Did that make any kind of sense? I have to admit, I enjoy the attention, but in the few mutual parties we've been at together, there just hasn't been anything of interest that we'll both agree to enjoying. For instance, he's a big video-gamer and I'm sooo not. If it were up to me, I'd go back to old school nintendo with only the up/down/left/right and A/B buttons. Believe you me, I can kick some Super Mario Bros. fire-ball breathing dragon ass to save the princess! Better yet, the Atari joy stick. I could at least manage that in getting Frogger through the traffic. But these days, my goodness, I can't make my fingers (yes, all 10 of them) figure out which buttons to push when! Another for instance is that he doesn't really watch football, and we all know what a HUGE fan of football I am. It consumes my life in the Fall. I know those are superficial things, but those are just 2 of many. So guys, what do I do? Do I stay the course and say no again? Do I say yes to prove to myself and to him that I was right in saying no all of this time? Or do I say yes and maybe become pleasantly surprised that we actually may have something in common to talk about? I know I'm making this a lot more complicated then it should be, but I've found myself in this same situation more times then I can shake a stick at, and I've never come home pleasantly surprised. Usually I'm telling the guy after a few boring dates that I don't think we should see each other anymore, only to be stalked by the guy, or to have him cry in my car for an hour, or to have him send me a cassette tape of songs that remind him of me. With those experiences in my past, I thought I had learned my lesson, but because this guy keeps coming back like the freakin' energizer bunny, no is getting harder and harder to tell him. Thoughts or advice anyone?
Saturday, April 16, 2005
2005 Dateless Friday Night# 14
Things that I did this Friday night instead of going on a date:
- Chased my Dog Through the Neighborhood After Work, Making Me Late to Meet Up with Friends
- Met 2 Cool New Girl Friends to Hang Out With (and most women know how hard it is to even meet one new girl friend you actually like, so meeting 2 is a gold mine. and of course, they're 2 more to add to my long list of friends that are beautiful with their crap together and single.)
- Ran up a $150 Bill on Appetizers and Several Glasses of Red Wine at the Lobster Bar and Didn't Pay a Dime (gotta love vendor gifts!)
- Played a Round of "Confessions" (must have been the wine) and Had a Great Laugh
- Started Planning a Trip to Greece with Above Said 2 New Friends (can you just imagine the stories we'll come back with?)
- Enjoyed Making Meaningless "Flirty" Eyes at Guy Across the Bar.
- Home by 11pm
- Unloaded Everything Out of My Kitchen Cabinets (one of my coworkers is coming over in the morning to cut new cabinet shelves for me)
- Ran a Load of Dishes Through the Dishwasher
- Read Blogsites I'm Addicted To
- Attempted to Add Links to my Blogsite Unsuccessfully (thanks for trying, David)
- Jotted Down This Utterly Compelling Post
- Had a Really Great Time (that's the bottom line. really. it is.)
Thursday, April 14, 2005
I Can Count to 10 on my Fingers
Ok, enough already people. I just heard on the news about a lady in Vegas that says she has an unaccounted for finger out there somewhere in the world and wants DNA tests run on the Wendy's chili finger to see if it's hers. It's just sick. I have a hard time believing that a finger was even actually in the chili before the lady starting eating it. And assuming it was in there, wouldn't you notice it on the spoon before putting it in your mouth? I mean c'mon! The flimsy plastic spoons aren't THAT big to accomodate half a finger - and wouldn't you notice the extra weight when lifted from the bowl? If everyone could just do me a favor and count your own fingers to make sure you have what you're supposed to have (I happen to still have all 10, some of you may have fewer, whatever), and then just keep them to yourselves, we'll all live happily ever after. And we'll stop getting utterly grossed out by hearing about them on the news every few days. Thaaaanks.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Ah Spring - Where Everything is...Yellow
Aack! Cough! Wheez!
For those unaware of the whole pollen situation here in the South, let me explain - although even the best of explanations will never do the actual experience any justice, whatsoever.
So let's start with just exactly what a pollen count is. Well boys and girls, this is the amount of pollen particles measured in the last 24 hours in a cubic meter of air (how would you like that job?). Anything over120 is what they like to call "extremely high". Well, 4,000 is the pollen count today! You saw correctly, and no, those aren't extra zeros. The pollen count is 33% higher then the "extremely high" count!?(who knew I could do math? Wait, before I get too proud, is that even right?) Everything here is absolutely covered in a bright yellow dust. Red cars look orange. When you breath, you feel the fine yellow pollen dust infiltrating your lungs. A cloud of yellow dust kicks up from car tires as they pass down the street. You can even see your shoe print in the layer of yellow dust on your front porch (or front stoop as Northerners like to call it, and no, I don't have a hound dog with a rope tied to it's collar laying outside my front door). The landscape and the weather are beautiful, but it's a complete tease because no one wants to spend time outside breathing in the pollen. You can actually see it hanging in the air. People sneeze, sniffle, cough, and wheez. Eyes water and itch, along with the back of your throat and nose. Everyone is operating on a nice high from an allergy medicine buzz. Oh well, Denver gets a nice dusting of snow in April; the South gets a nice dusting of tree, grass, and ragweed pollen. And even still, there's no where else I'd rather live.
For those unaware of the whole pollen situation here in the South, let me explain - although even the best of explanations will never do the actual experience any justice, whatsoever.
So let's start with just exactly what a pollen count is. Well boys and girls, this is the amount of pollen particles measured in the last 24 hours in a cubic meter of air (how would you like that job?). Anything over120 is what they like to call "extremely high". Well, 4,000 is the pollen count today! You saw correctly, and no, those aren't extra zeros. The pollen count is 33% higher then the "extremely high" count!?(who knew I could do math? Wait, before I get too proud, is that even right?) Everything here is absolutely covered in a bright yellow dust. Red cars look orange. When you breath, you feel the fine yellow pollen dust infiltrating your lungs. A cloud of yellow dust kicks up from car tires as they pass down the street. You can even see your shoe print in the layer of yellow dust on your front porch (or front stoop as Northerners like to call it, and no, I don't have a hound dog with a rope tied to it's collar laying outside my front door). The landscape and the weather are beautiful, but it's a complete tease because no one wants to spend time outside breathing in the pollen. You can actually see it hanging in the air. People sneeze, sniffle, cough, and wheez. Eyes water and itch, along with the back of your throat and nose. Everyone is operating on a nice high from an allergy medicine buzz. Oh well, Denver gets a nice dusting of snow in April; the South gets a nice dusting of tree, grass, and ragweed pollen. And even still, there's no where else I'd rather live.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Straight From the Masters
Jim, so sorry, babe, but you got bumped off my top 5 list this weekend after watching the Masters. My newest member to my top 5 list is now Chris Dimarco. Ping!
Crying Cars
I was walking to my car after having to stay late to finish a presentation. I admit I was in a grumpy mood – ready to go home after having a very rotten Monday at work. As soon as I got to my level in the parking garage, I couldn’t help but notice someone’s blaring car alarm echoing against the concrete floor, walls, and beams. All I could think of was “someone please shut that car up!” And it was just then that I realized how much car alarms and screaming children are so much alike.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Top 5 List and Then Some
My friend and I got on the subject of “top 5s” the other day at work. It’s inspired me to jot my list down so I can go back and laugh at myself in the years to come. Notice a hair color theme though? I guess I tend to be a bit biased towards the dark headed guys (except for Kirk).
My Top 5 List
Matthew McConaughey – One word, one syllable. HOT. And Southern. Mmmmhmmm.
Kirk Herbstreit – My heart flutters when I hear him say “Roll Tide” on ESPN’s College Gameday …I actually met him once and turned into “that girl” that couldn’t form a sentence to save her life. He was very impressed. I could tell by the way he rolled his eyes at my failing attempt to speak.
James Denton - The guy from Deparate Housewives- I’m sure there’s a one-liner here about a plumber’s crack I wouldn’t mind seeing. (ba-da dum, ding)
Tom Cruise – Love at first flight - Top Gun in the 4th grade. Unfortunately I grew taller and well, he didn’t. Still makes my list even despite his vertical challenge. (Insert your own horizontal zinger here.)
Jim Caviezel – Kissing him might be kind of odd seeing that he did such an awesome job playing Jesus in Passion of the Christ. But he’s hot. I’m sure I’d get over that fast.
Runners up that can rotate in on a whim
Ashton Kutcher – C’mon Ashton. You forget Demi. I’ll forget whatever nothing’s going on in my love life. And then I guess you can consider yourself ‘punked’.
Tim McGraw – But please, only with the hat on.
Secret Crushes that no one knows (except the entire internet now)
David Letterman- It’s gotta be his personality. That’s all I can think of. I love a man that’ll make me laugh.
George W. Bush-I don’t know. He’s kind of goofy and powerful all at once. It’s endearing. We’ve already established that I’m a dork. I guess it’s just further proof. As if you needed any.
Would love to hear from the peanut gallery on who their top 5 or secret crushes are. Anyone? Anyone?
My Top 5 List
Matthew McConaughey – One word, one syllable. HOT. And Southern. Mmmmhmmm.
Kirk Herbstreit – My heart flutters when I hear him say “Roll Tide” on ESPN’s College Gameday …I actually met him once and turned into “that girl” that couldn’t form a sentence to save her life. He was very impressed. I could tell by the way he rolled his eyes at my failing attempt to speak.
James Denton - The guy from Deparate Housewives- I’m sure there’s a one-liner here about a plumber’s crack I wouldn’t mind seeing. (ba-da dum, ding)
Tom Cruise – Love at first flight - Top Gun in the 4th grade. Unfortunately I grew taller and well, he didn’t. Still makes my list even despite his vertical challenge. (Insert your own horizontal zinger here.)
Jim Caviezel – Kissing him might be kind of odd seeing that he did such an awesome job playing Jesus in Passion of the Christ. But he’s hot. I’m sure I’d get over that fast.
Runners up that can rotate in on a whim
Ashton Kutcher – C’mon Ashton. You forget Demi. I’ll forget whatever nothing’s going on in my love life. And then I guess you can consider yourself ‘punked’.
Tim McGraw – But please, only with the hat on.
Secret Crushes that no one knows (except the entire internet now)
David Letterman- It’s gotta be his personality. That’s all I can think of. I love a man that’ll make me laugh.
George W. Bush-I don’t know. He’s kind of goofy and powerful all at once. It’s endearing. We’ve already established that I’m a dork. I guess it’s just further proof. As if you needed any.
Would love to hear from the peanut gallery on who their top 5 or secret crushes are. Anyone? Anyone?
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Exclusive Interview No Other Blogsite Has...
Let's hear it for DDDDDDaaavvvvidddd, the Louisianna blogger, and LSU fan, bless his heart!!
So he's asked to be interviewed and the following are his ever so thought-provoking, emotionally stirring, questions. Oprah/Barbara, move over. Ladies, get the tissues out.
1) If you could see one person from history fully naked, who would it be and why?
2) Describe the craziest thing you've ever done.
3) When was the last time you had a side-splitting laugh and what were you laughing about?
4) What was the last dream that you had? If you can't remember, then what was the last daydream that you had?
And finally, as the camara angle closes in on just David's face, soft dramatic music begins in the background and the lighting dims. I ask in a hushed tone while placing a hand on his arm,
"So tell me David. This is the question everyone wants to know but no one wants to ask. We all know how hard this must be for you. But for your fans, they simply must know...
5) If you were a piece of cheese, what kind of cheese would you like to be and why?"
I know, I'm a dork. And I can't help it. But I actually have one more question:
Do you know where Gena, LA is? I have family that lives there.
Ok, I look forward to reading your answers when you post them up on your site.
Anyone else that feels moved to answer any or all of the questions above, please do and let me know where to find your answers!!
So he's asked to be interviewed and the following are his ever so thought-provoking, emotionally stirring, questions. Oprah/Barbara, move over. Ladies, get the tissues out.
1) If you could see one person from history fully naked, who would it be and why?
2) Describe the craziest thing you've ever done.
3) When was the last time you had a side-splitting laugh and what were you laughing about?
4) What was the last dream that you had? If you can't remember, then what was the last daydream that you had?
And finally, as the camara angle closes in on just David's face, soft dramatic music begins in the background and the lighting dims. I ask in a hushed tone while placing a hand on his arm,
"So tell me David. This is the question everyone wants to know but no one wants to ask. We all know how hard this must be for you. But for your fans, they simply must know...
5) If you were a piece of cheese, what kind of cheese would you like to be and why?"
I know, I'm a dork. And I can't help it. But I actually have one more question:
Do you know where Gena, LA is? I have family that lives there.
Ok, I look forward to reading your answers when you post them up on your site.
Anyone else that feels moved to answer any or all of the questions above, please do and let me know where to find your answers!!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Stirring the Pot and Asking More Questions
Wow, I created quite a stir with my last post, didn't I? Well good!! To both men that left comments on the last post, first of all, thank you. It's always good to get the male's perspective. Secondly, these women are what I say they are. They (myself included) get asked out, just not by men they'd want to date (for instance, the last guy that asked me out this weekend was 5'4, Jewish, and at 29 still lived at home with his parents. No big deal other than the fact that I'm 5'7, Southern Baptist, and own my home - the cards are stacked against that relationship from the word go). What I'm asking for are the men that are the male version of these women. These women (again, including myself here) have worked hard to get where they are, and we're all looking for a sort of "counterpart" to compliment what we've done for ourselves so far. Where are these men? The men that are ambitious, the ones that take responsibility seriously enough to get a dog, or even dare I say a house, or at least an apartment of their own without roommates? The ones that work hard, but play hard. The ones that are stable, and no, not the "bad boys." We're all over that phase as we're all in our late 20's. And we're not looking for the "free ride" either. We can and do pay our own bills. It's the real deal we'd like to finally find. The companion. The partner. The other half.
I will give validation to the "Cinderella Complex" or the intimition factor. With good looks and everything in place, I can see where guys don't really know what they'd have to offer or where they'd fit in. But even with gushes of smiles and laughter, hair tossing, arm touching, and welcoming gestures, we attract the wrong men (case in point, please see above in the guy that asked me out this past weekend), or no men at all. There has to be something I'm missing. Like where the "good" guys hang out and just what does it take to get them to take the initiative? I see married ugly women all the time. And I can help but think, if she got someone to ask her, why are the rest of us having such a hard time?
Lastly, please don't think we're all desparate to marry. That's not it at all. I'm just bringing up the point that it's even difficult to find someone we'd actually want to date. I don't think our standards are so high nothing will do, but they aren't so low that we'd consider dating just anyone. Like I said, we've worked hard to get where we are, we take the time to get dressed, to make sure our hair and clothes look nice, and we're just looking for a guy that takes the same kind of pride in his life and appearance as well. I guess we're just not willing to settle. We haven't for anything else in our lives, why should we settle for the men in our lives?
Whew. I think I'm done with my soapbox.
I will give validation to the "Cinderella Complex" or the intimition factor. With good looks and everything in place, I can see where guys don't really know what they'd have to offer or where they'd fit in. But even with gushes of smiles and laughter, hair tossing, arm touching, and welcoming gestures, we attract the wrong men (case in point, please see above in the guy that asked me out this past weekend), or no men at all. There has to be something I'm missing. Like where the "good" guys hang out and just what does it take to get them to take the initiative? I see married ugly women all the time. And I can help but think, if she got someone to ask her, why are the rest of us having such a hard time?
Lastly, please don't think we're all desparate to marry. That's not it at all. I'm just bringing up the point that it's even difficult to find someone we'd actually want to date. I don't think our standards are so high nothing will do, but they aren't so low that we'd consider dating just anyone. Like I said, we've worked hard to get where we are, we take the time to get dressed, to make sure our hair and clothes look nice, and we're just looking for a guy that takes the same kind of pride in his life and appearance as well. I guess we're just not willing to settle. We haven't for anything else in our lives, why should we settle for the men in our lives?
Whew. I think I'm done with my soapbox.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Beautiful, Single Women With Their Crap Together
Dear all eligible, dateworthy single men,
What the hell is wrong with you? Where are you? I have several absolutely beautiful friends that are all single and I have NO IDEA why. Let me give you a run down of just a few:
Let's start with my friend, "T.H." She's gorgeous. She's smart. She's tall. She's creative, and she's extremely talented. She's got long auburn hair that most women would die for, or at least dye for. She's funny, got a great smile, got a great job, and owns her own house. She loves to travel, loves to camp, loves to fish, loves to hike, owns a jeep AND a bassett hound. Hello!? She's by all accounts, a dream girl for any man who loves the outdoors. And she's single. Are you freakin' kidding me? I just don't get it.
Next, let's discuss my friend, "S.A." She's sassy. She's full of life and full of fun. She's beautiful. She's the essential absolutely take home to mom girl. She's intelligent. She's got a great job, owns her own house, and loves to entertain. She's a GREAT cook - you should try one of her Puerto Rican dishes! She loves to laugh. She's adventurous. She's courageous. And she looks adorable in any outfit she puts on. She undoubtedly will be the perfect wife and the perfect mom, and well-deserving of the perfect husband and father. She's extremely thoughtful and giving and she, too, is single. Again, are you freakin' kidding me? I just don't get it.
Third is my friend at work, "D.O." She is one of the funniest women I've ever met. She's constantly making me laugh. She's down-to-earth. She knows what she's talking about. She's totally got it together. She's very, very pretty with a perfectly straight and super white smile. She also owns her own house and has a great job. She does something to impress me every day and she doesn't even know it. She's very strong and very brave. She's so fun-loving and laid back, you just can't help but like her. She never gets stressed or uptight. Again, single, you know the drill. I don't get it.
I really could go on and on and on about many of my other single friends that I just don't understand why they're single. Single women with everything going for them. All with all kinds of different personalities. "C.C" is very bold and a bit on the wild side - but never a dull moment. "O.A." is hysterical and completely knows herself and what she wants. "D.P." and "H.P." - sisters with beautiful eyes, great jobs, independent, sweet as can be, and just so much fun to be around. I mean, if you're a worthy single guy, I've probably got a great single friend to suit your ideal of a perfect girl. Really, I do.
The problem is, where are the worthy single men? And what is wrong with you that you haven't asked any of these incredible women out? It boggles my mind that these women have gotten along this far in life without being snatched up. Are you guys afraid of women that have their crap together? Are you afraid of women with good jobs and independence and put a roof over their own heads? Well you should be ashamed if you are. These are the very women you should want. These are the women that will take care of you and love you for you, and not for what you can give them. These are the women that won't suck the life out of you because they don't have a life of their own. These women are the ones that you'll fill a want, a desire, a passion in their lives, which in my book, it much better than a woman that only is with you as a need. I'd take passion and desire over neediness any day , but that's just me and I'm not a man. So what is it that men want? What more could you ask for then what these women have to offer?
I challenge you to start up a conversation or ask these ladies out the next time you see them at the office, at the grocery store, at the art gallery, or even at the gas station. Somehow, I don't think you'll be disappointed that you did. Get YOUR crap together and get going.
Sincerely,
Kara
PS. I don't want to be left out, either. Please keep me in mind in your search as well. Yep, I'm single with a good job, a house of my own, a good-working brain...you know the drill.
What the hell is wrong with you? Where are you? I have several absolutely beautiful friends that are all single and I have NO IDEA why. Let me give you a run down of just a few:
Let's start with my friend, "T.H." She's gorgeous. She's smart. She's tall. She's creative, and she's extremely talented. She's got long auburn hair that most women would die for, or at least dye for. She's funny, got a great smile, got a great job, and owns her own house. She loves to travel, loves to camp, loves to fish, loves to hike, owns a jeep AND a bassett hound. Hello!? She's by all accounts, a dream girl for any man who loves the outdoors. And she's single. Are you freakin' kidding me? I just don't get it.
Next, let's discuss my friend, "S.A." She's sassy. She's full of life and full of fun. She's beautiful. She's the essential absolutely take home to mom girl. She's intelligent. She's got a great job, owns her own house, and loves to entertain. She's a GREAT cook - you should try one of her Puerto Rican dishes! She loves to laugh. She's adventurous. She's courageous. And she looks adorable in any outfit she puts on. She undoubtedly will be the perfect wife and the perfect mom, and well-deserving of the perfect husband and father. She's extremely thoughtful and giving and she, too, is single. Again, are you freakin' kidding me? I just don't get it.
Third is my friend at work, "D.O." She is one of the funniest women I've ever met. She's constantly making me laugh. She's down-to-earth. She knows what she's talking about. She's totally got it together. She's very, very pretty with a perfectly straight and super white smile. She also owns her own house and has a great job. She does something to impress me every day and she doesn't even know it. She's very strong and very brave. She's so fun-loving and laid back, you just can't help but like her. She never gets stressed or uptight. Again, single, you know the drill. I don't get it.
I really could go on and on and on about many of my other single friends that I just don't understand why they're single. Single women with everything going for them. All with all kinds of different personalities. "C.C" is very bold and a bit on the wild side - but never a dull moment. "O.A." is hysterical and completely knows herself and what she wants. "D.P." and "H.P." - sisters with beautiful eyes, great jobs, independent, sweet as can be, and just so much fun to be around. I mean, if you're a worthy single guy, I've probably got a great single friend to suit your ideal of a perfect girl. Really, I do.
The problem is, where are the worthy single men? And what is wrong with you that you haven't asked any of these incredible women out? It boggles my mind that these women have gotten along this far in life without being snatched up. Are you guys afraid of women that have their crap together? Are you afraid of women with good jobs and independence and put a roof over their own heads? Well you should be ashamed if you are. These are the very women you should want. These are the women that will take care of you and love you for you, and not for what you can give them. These are the women that won't suck the life out of you because they don't have a life of their own. These women are the ones that you'll fill a want, a desire, a passion in their lives, which in my book, it much better than a woman that only is with you as a need. I'd take passion and desire over neediness any day , but that's just me and I'm not a man. So what is it that men want? What more could you ask for then what these women have to offer?
I challenge you to start up a conversation or ask these ladies out the next time you see them at the office, at the grocery store, at the art gallery, or even at the gas station. Somehow, I don't think you'll be disappointed that you did. Get YOUR crap together and get going.
Sincerely,
Kara
PS. I don't want to be left out, either. Please keep me in mind in your search as well. Yep, I'm single with a good job, a house of my own, a good-working brain...you know the drill.
My Interview
Ok, so I asked a fellow blogger, David (http://davidsdailytalkandblog.blogspot.com/ - if I knew how to do the whole highlight David's name to click on it, I would, but I don't, so this it what you get instead - 4/5/05 -SWEET! David helped me figure it out!!) to send me some interview questions. I think he's done a good job coming up with some (even for what I assume to be an LSU fan - and thanks for the correction, I AM a die hard Alabama fan! Roll Tide), so here we go.
1) If you could relive one day of your life, which day would it be and why?
There are so many days I'd love to relive - to fix something I did wrong or said, or because I loved the day so much I want to do it again, or to change the course of events after that day. I'm not sure which to pick to write about. I guess I'll pick the day my friend, Tiffany, and I went to Seward as one of our day trips while in Alaska. That whole trip out there was so inspiring for me. It was a really, really good time in my life - I was where I wanted to be in all aspects and I was really happy. But the day we went to Seward was just amazing. The drive down from Anchorage was breathtaking and the mountains made me realize just how insignificant I am in the whole scheme of things. I got to see and experience and feel so many things I've never had the chance to. Independence, true self-confidence, completely awe-struck, wildlife I may never see again, God's creation untouched by man, the enormity of a glacier, the exhilaration of potentially running into bear, the emerald green water of Humpy's Cove, Puffins, Beluga whales - I mean, I had all kinds of senses and feelings going on all day and I was living life. It was one of the most raw moments of actual life that I've ever had. I felt like a kid and a grown-up all at the same time. I'd love to get all of the sensations and feelings back and do it and feel it all again. I'll post a few pictures once I figure out how to again.
2) On your blog, you talked about how you have always been the one who, and I quote " Tries to be the good girl " Got any bad girl stories that you can share? Jello wrestling in college? Streaking the quad? Beating cats with sticks? .. That kinda stuff.
LOL, I have quite a few bad girl stories actually. I just like to let others think that I don't. I could tell you about my time at Mardi Gras in '99. But I won't. It's that whole Las Vegas/New Orleans - it all stays there. Being from Louisiana, I'm sure you understand. So let's see, what else have I got in the arsenal? For something boring but bad, I stole a test in the 5th grade with 2 of my friends while our teacher and the rest of our class were at recess. We all made A's. For something a little more risque - I fooled around with this girl's boyfriend (now husband) one Halloween not because I was attracted to him, but strictly because she was such a complete BITCH to me all of the time. She still is to this day, but I know a little secret she'd absolutely freak out about, so I just grin and bare it. She'd go ballistic if she ever found out. It's like an atomic bomb I have that can be used in an extreme emergency. I haven't pushed the button on it because her world would crumble if I did, but I know I could, and it's enough for me to get by when she's rude to me.
3) If you could go and meet and talk with any person in the world today that is still living. Who would it be and what would you want to talk to them about?
At the risk of getting all political, I would go and meet and talk with George W. Bush. As controversial as he is, I like that man. A lot. I wouldn't talk about worldly or even Presidential things. I'd just like to hang out with him over dinner with BBQ pork chops, cornbread, fried dill pickles, fried okra...you know, a good Southern meal. He seems so down to earth, and such a good-hearted man, I'd just like to talk to him about whatever came up. No agenda. Just down home conversation. He's "good people" in my book. I'm proud to call him my President. Ok, Ok, maybe I'd go and talk to Matthew McConaughey about us getting married. I mean, come on, we're totally soul mates. Anyone can see that. He just doesn't realize it yet because he's all the way in Hollywood and I'm in Atlanta. But we're so meant to be.
4) If you were suddenly fired from your job and banished from your profession (it could happen).. What other type work do you think you would pursue?
I would definitely become a stripper, naturally! Talk about a relaxed dress code at the office. And I hear the hours and the pay's good, too. No, seriously, I'd become a vet or a pet psychologist. I love animals, and it'd be such a pleasure to be around them all day. They make me laugh with every one of their unique personalities.
5) When you have a day off. What is the #1 thing you look forward to being able to do? Sleeping in and being on my schedule and not anyone else's. I'm a "doddler." I like to take my time sipping my coffee, and hanging out with my cat and dog, and just doddling around. Not even looking at what time it is because I'm not on any time crunch to be anywhere to do anything at any certain time. That's what I enjoy.
So, thanks to David for the interview. I enjoyed your questions! If anyone's interested in being interviewed themselves, see the rules below.
Interview Rules:1. Leave me a comment saying "interview me" 2. I'll respond by asking you five questions here on my site (you'll each get your own questions) 3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions 4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
1) If you could relive one day of your life, which day would it be and why?
There are so many days I'd love to relive - to fix something I did wrong or said, or because I loved the day so much I want to do it again, or to change the course of events after that day. I'm not sure which to pick to write about. I guess I'll pick the day my friend, Tiffany, and I went to Seward as one of our day trips while in Alaska. That whole trip out there was so inspiring for me. It was a really, really good time in my life - I was where I wanted to be in all aspects and I was really happy. But the day we went to Seward was just amazing. The drive down from Anchorage was breathtaking and the mountains made me realize just how insignificant I am in the whole scheme of things. I got to see and experience and feel so many things I've never had the chance to. Independence, true self-confidence, completely awe-struck, wildlife I may never see again, God's creation untouched by man, the enormity of a glacier, the exhilaration of potentially running into bear, the emerald green water of Humpy's Cove, Puffins, Beluga whales - I mean, I had all kinds of senses and feelings going on all day and I was living life. It was one of the most raw moments of actual life that I've ever had. I felt like a kid and a grown-up all at the same time. I'd love to get all of the sensations and feelings back and do it and feel it all again. I'll post a few pictures once I figure out how to again.
2) On your blog, you talked about how you have always been the one who, and I quote " Tries to be the good girl " Got any bad girl stories that you can share? Jello wrestling in college? Streaking the quad? Beating cats with sticks? .. That kinda stuff.
LOL, I have quite a few bad girl stories actually. I just like to let others think that I don't. I could tell you about my time at Mardi Gras in '99. But I won't. It's that whole Las Vegas/New Orleans - it all stays there. Being from Louisiana, I'm sure you understand. So let's see, what else have I got in the arsenal? For something boring but bad, I stole a test in the 5th grade with 2 of my friends while our teacher and the rest of our class were at recess. We all made A's. For something a little more risque - I fooled around with this girl's boyfriend (now husband) one Halloween not because I was attracted to him, but strictly because she was such a complete BITCH to me all of the time. She still is to this day, but I know a little secret she'd absolutely freak out about, so I just grin and bare it. She'd go ballistic if she ever found out. It's like an atomic bomb I have that can be used in an extreme emergency. I haven't pushed the button on it because her world would crumble if I did, but I know I could, and it's enough for me to get by when she's rude to me.
3) If you could go and meet and talk with any person in the world today that is still living. Who would it be and what would you want to talk to them about?
At the risk of getting all political, I would go and meet and talk with George W. Bush. As controversial as he is, I like that man. A lot. I wouldn't talk about worldly or even Presidential things. I'd just like to hang out with him over dinner with BBQ pork chops, cornbread, fried dill pickles, fried okra...you know, a good Southern meal. He seems so down to earth, and such a good-hearted man, I'd just like to talk to him about whatever came up. No agenda. Just down home conversation. He's "good people" in my book. I'm proud to call him my President. Ok, Ok, maybe I'd go and talk to Matthew McConaughey about us getting married. I mean, come on, we're totally soul mates. Anyone can see that. He just doesn't realize it yet because he's all the way in Hollywood and I'm in Atlanta. But we're so meant to be.
4) If you were suddenly fired from your job and banished from your profession (it could happen).. What other type work do you think you would pursue?
I would definitely become a stripper, naturally! Talk about a relaxed dress code at the office. And I hear the hours and the pay's good, too. No, seriously, I'd become a vet or a pet psychologist. I love animals, and it'd be such a pleasure to be around them all day. They make me laugh with every one of their unique personalities.
5) When you have a day off. What is the #1 thing you look forward to being able to do? Sleeping in and being on my schedule and not anyone else's. I'm a "doddler." I like to take my time sipping my coffee, and hanging out with my cat and dog, and just doddling around. Not even looking at what time it is because I'm not on any time crunch to be anywhere to do anything at any certain time. That's what I enjoy.
So, thanks to David for the interview. I enjoyed your questions! If anyone's interested in being interviewed themselves, see the rules below.
Interview Rules:1. Leave me a comment saying "interview me" 2. I'll respond by asking you five questions here on my site (you'll each get your own questions) 3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions 4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you'll ask them five questions.
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