i should be fat

Seriously.. I'm not kidding! 

My nightstand looks like this:

& this isn't even half of the junk food in the house! 

I should be fat....

well, now my butt hurts

I'm sooo sorry I haven't been as active as I should be! I've been soo busy since Florida that I just haven't had time to write nor draw and I HATE IT! I know I said in my last post that I would be posting regularly, but I didn't know I was going to be so crazy busy. Not cool, I know!

Anyway... the other day, the BF and I took a trip to NY state. First, I must say that I am in love with NY state.. I hate NYC! It was raining all day, so we decided it would be fun to take a drive to do some shopping. We figured we'd go to some little shops and then meet up with a friend at Palisades Mall, which if you don't know what that is... it's a huuuge mall in NY state. We got to the first shop without any problems, considering that we hadn't ever been there. I stepped out of the car and walked through the rain to the store's entrance. Little did I know that the entrance was down some stairs. Can you guess what happens next?

Yea, I busted my @$$! I slipped and took a nice fall down the stairs. And... well... now my butt hurts! Once I got up, we walked around the store for about 10 minutes, then I decided I just wanted to go straight home. No mall for me.... 

I hope everyone has a great weekend! 

See you Monday!

cookies & me

If you don't know already, I'm a cookie monster! I love all types of cookies and I don't go a day without thinking about them. I know that's pretty sad, but it's very true. If I don't think about cookies, I think about chocolate which in the end leads me to chocolate chip cookies - they're obviously my fave.

The past week, I've been craving chocolate more than usual (gee, I wonder why). So I picked up a box of chocolate chip cookies and put them in the shopping cart while the BF wasn't looking. We got home, unpacked all the groceries and that was when he finally realized that I had bought an entire box of cookies for myself - I really wasn't planning on sharing. That night went by... I had two cookies. The next night went by... I had three cookies. The next night, I told myself that I needed to lay off the cookies for a night. Well, they were staring me right in the eyes! They looked so tasty...

I forced myself not to give in to those beautiful, delicious cookies. Fortunately, for once, it actually worked - I didn't have a single cookie, but boy were they in trouble last night!

That's right! I nommed on not just one, but three absolutely delicious chocolate chip cookies! .....And boy did I enjoy it!

i want to scream every time

Soo I'm sure everyone has seen a local car dealer commercial, right? Well, I personally cannot stand them! I'm not kidding when I say I want to scream every time I see one...

As a graduated marketing major, I know for a fact that the people making these commercials are complete idiots! I'm sure they just took the idea of the vice president of the company and went with it. Either way, the VP should have some kind of business and marketing background, but from the looks of these commercials, it looks like he went to Clown College (literally).

The one I saw today that made me write this was probably one of the worst ones I have seen. Here's a little taste of what it looked like:

The VP was dressed up in a clown costume while the GM was dressed in a cowboy costume just telling people to buy their cars. WTF is wrong with these people? Honestly, I don't even remember which car dealer the commercial was advertising... that's how bad it was!

Worst commercial ever! Well... worst car dealer commercial EVER!

a stroll down memory lane: party dress fail

Almost 2 years ago, my second cousin got married and of course I attended the wedding. As most of you know, I'm not really a girly-girl, but when I have an event like this to attend, I dress appropriately. In this case, it was a very formal wedding in a beautiful ballroom type event space - marble floors, a gorgeous outdoor garden, an indoor waterfall type thing, etc. It must have cost a small fortune to have that wedding!

Anyway... I knew about the wedding a few months in advance and I also knew that I didn't have a formal dress that I could wear to the wedding. Well, the day before the wedding, I still had not purchased a dress! Obviously this led to hours of dress shopping. I may not be the girly-girl type, but I am a very picky person when it comes to clothing (especially when it's an occasion that requires me to look pretty and formal). Surprisingly, about an hour later, I found what seemed to be the perfect strapless dress. I bought the dress and a cute pair of shoes and that was all I needed.

I was ready to have a wonderful time at a beautiful wedding - or so I thought.... The BF and I arrived at the wedding all handsome and pretty - him in his suit, me in my "perfect" dress. We were sitting at the reception tables for most of the day, but then the bride and groom decided they wanted everyone on the dance floor. Well, not only am I an inexperienced heels-walker, but apparently I'm also an inexperienced dress-wearer. I stood up without noticing that I was stepping on the front of my dress, started walking, and... well... you probably know the rest.....

My dress had fallen and my boobs were exposed for all 250 wedding attendees to see! I quickly pulled the dress back up, but I was so embarrassed that I had to leave the wedding immediately following the incident. I didn't know who, if anyone, actually saw what had happened, but I had to leave immediately! I couldn't believe what had happened, but lesson learned: strapless dresses are EVIL!

how did that happen?!

Soo this past weekend was actually pretty decent. The BF and I ended up going to a family BBQ at his grandmother's on Sunday, which turned out to be a lot of fun. The weather was perfect - in the mid 80's and sunny - and... well... it was just a good time for all of us!

The BF and his family played croquette for hours - yes, of all the games they could play, they chose to play croquette (weird, I know, but it looked like they were having tons of fun and I have to admit I had fun watching!). We were all outside way past when the mosquitoes came out - basically until the sun went down. Well, that was Sunday.

Monday night, I was just laying around when I started to feel a little itchy. It wasn't just in one place either - it was a bunch of different places all over my body. I was wondering what the heck could have caused the itchiness. Then I remembered... I was outside with mosquitoes all night the night before! I thought that if I had any bug bites, I would have noticed them Sunday night. Well, I guess not because I sure was itchy as hell! ... and not just on my legs either. Those damn mosquitoes got me right on the @$$! TWICE - one on each cheek!

Of all the places I could have gotten bit by these mosquitoes, I didn't think my butt was one of them! It's not like I was butt-@$$ naked or even wearing shorts... I was wearing capris! Damn mosquitoes!

ouch! wtf was that?!

I'm a very self-conscious person - I'm always worried about what other people think of me. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't worry so much, but I do. It's not that I'm not myself (believe me, I'm myself), it's just I think and worry way too much.

I'm much too lazy to do my hair and makeup every morning, but that doesn't mean I don't care about the way I look. I always try to look presentable no matter where I go - this just means I don't leave the house looking like a complete mess. So obviously since I don't do my makeup every day, I never really see my face close up.

Anyway... getting to the point - the BF and I were just lounging around the house one day last week when he started sweetly rubbing my cheek. Well, it turns out that he somehow found a hair! No, this is NOT a normal occurrence and I do NOT have facial hair - I'm 22 damn it! He realized that this wasn't just any hair though... it was a monster hair!

At least it was blonde! Anyway... I told him to try pulling it out, so he did and I let out a nasty scream because seriously, this thing was about 2 inches long (wtf?)! Don't ask me how it got there or that long because I have absolutely no idea. I quickly ran to the bathroom, grabbed my handy-dandy tweezers, and plucked that baby out like a mofo! Be gone monster hair - and please never come back!

Oh & don't forget to check out and enter my Giveaway for 175!

marionette, me.

Soo the BF and I were super bored the other night. We sat around for about an hour discussing possibilities of things to do....

..... without any real outcome as you can see! 

(I don't know why I'm squatting - sorry about that)

So in an attempt to make our boredom a little less torturous, the BF decided to play a game with me. That game was make Katie into a marionette.

Okay, maybe I didn't mean it literally, but what happened was the BF grabbed hold of my feet while I was laying on my back and started waving them around in the air (like he just didn't care - yea, sorry, I had to do it). He was actually having a great time and I couldn't have been laughing harder. I think it was a fun night after all! .... Seriously, how lame are we?

calm down, i'm not that bad am i?

The BF was sick all last week with a nasty cold which led to the bronchitis he has now. Fortunately he's feeling a heck of a lot better, but still has a small cough. Anyway... the entire time he was sick, I wanted to make things easier on him. He was stuck in bed for a couple of days with really nothing to do but watch TV (not that he doesn't love TV), but to make things worse the TV schedule was just horrible! It seemed like every channel he turned to had absolutely nothing decent on to watch. Finally, he resorted to putting on a movie we had lying around the house.

Besides trying to make his in-bed experience better (boy that sounds dirty; it's not meant to be) I wanted to make things easier on him when we had to run a few errands - so he wasn't getting off the hook entirely. I figured I would be nice and decided that if we wanted to go out anywhere, I would drive. 

Now, I never drive - I hate driving! I've had my license for about 5 years now, but I only drive when I have to; for instance, if the BF has a few drinks at the bar, of course I drive (neither of us are that stupid)! But like I said, this week was different since he wasn't feeling well. Unfortunately though, this is what I had to deal with the entire time I was driving last week:

Okay, maybe I exaggerated the situation a little bit, but I guarantee you that's what he was thinking. And either way I'm seriously starting to believe that he really doesn't like my driving...

Have a great weekend!
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a stroll down memory lane: how'd that get in there?

Okay, so there are so many memories I have of my college career. But one thing I remember more vividly than others...

The BF and I attended college together - by together I mean we took every single class together for 4 years straight. I know what you're thinking you're both out of your damn minds, right? Well, somehow it just worked for us. Some of our classes we took online, but most were on campus. We would try our hardest every semester not to take early classes, which for us meant any earlier than 11am. Well, unfortunately there were a few semesters that we were forced to take 8am classes (yuck!)

8am classes meant that we had to wake up around 7am (even more yuck!). Now, at 7am the BF and I obviously aren't truly functioning human beings - we're barely conscious! So we would get out of bed, brush our teeth, grab our things, and we'd be out the door. However, I specifically remember one day that I must have been less awake than normal. We started off our day the same as usual, sat down in the classroom with all the other students and waited for class to start. As we were waiting, I reached into my purse to grab a piece of gum for myself and guess what I found and pulled out instead??

My television remote control! Every student was looking at me like I was some weirdo! I was so incredibly embarrassed, but I got over it quickly and everyone just had a good laugh. I told you I was less awake than usual!

look at that hamster go

As some of you know, I'm holding a giveaway (Giveaway for 175). I'm not only giving away a $25 Visa gift card, but it also comes in a handmade card that was in fact made by myself.

Now, first let me say this: I like to collect hobbies - some I'm good at and some I'm, well, not so good at. So over the weekend I was thinking of a neat way to be creative and personalize the gift card for the giveaway. I decided that I wanted whatever it was to be pink, black, and green of course, but that's all I knew at that point. So I searched the internet for all different ideas for gift card holders and wrappings when I stumbled upon a simple envelope. Then it came to me... I knew exactly what I wanted to do and that was to make a card with an envelope as the gift card holder. No more than 5 minutes later I approached the BF with this idea and his response was: "You're kidding, right?!" Well, no, I wasn't kidding and the next morning we were up and out the door to AC Moore for some paper. I got all my supplies, got home, and started at my new hobby.

I was looking at all the papers that were in front of me thinking about what exactly I wanted to do. The BF was staring at me. Next thing I knew these were the words that came out of his mouth: "Look at that hamster go!"

The BF thought I didn't have a clue what to do with the papers! Anyway... I won't bore you with all the details, but about an hour later I was finished and guess what?! - I made my very own envelope and card with my own hands! Yes, this was my very first attempt at paper crafting, and I think I did a pretty darn good job if I do say so myself! I think I may have some natural paper crafting talent... or not - who knows.

Don't forget to enter my giveaway to win a $25 Visa Gift Card!

for just one day

Okay, so I've noticed that most of us that follow blogs here are females. With that being said, I have a question for all of you. If you could be anything for just one day what would it be?? 

I've thought about this for many, many years... You would not believe how many things I have come up with, but it's always that one thing that comes back every time. I'm almost positive all of you reading this have thought about the same thing at one time or another, so here goes....

If I could be anything for just one day I would be a guy! - Not it a weird way. Now, I'm not saying I want to be a male forever in any way, but seriously, I just want to know what it's like to be a man... and everything that comes with it! I mean there is just so much that we don't know as girls and it kind of bothers me. Maybe I'm just weird, but I really am curious to know what it's like to be a dude! Honestly, even though I would want to do this, I think I'd be a little freaked out if it actually happened.

Am I weird? Have you thought about this too? Anyway... think about this... if you could be anything for just one day, what would you be???

P.S. I will make my special announcement tomorrow instead - Please be sure to check it out!

sleep-time ouchies

The BF has been sick with a cold the past few days which gave me the opportunity to watch him sleep - no, not in a creepy way! NyQuil really knocked him on his @$$, so he was zonked out before I even turned the lights off. Normally he gets the pleasure of watching me sleep since he's always up later than me, but last night was my turn!

He's told me so many times before that I do weird things in my sleep, like have weird conversations with myself. Obviously he has taken quite an interest in my sleep patterns (because they're oh-so-interesting - NOT). Well, last night I got the chance to observe his, and boy did I learn a lot!

This is what happens when he sleeps....

This is apparently what happens when I sleep...

This must be what happens when WE sleep...

I now know where our leg bruises come from! Ouchies!

you stomped mickey!

Soo if you haven't noticed, the BF and I tend to cook a lot of food. We're always trying new recipes and fiddling with old ones. Now, obviously we all know that I'm not the best baker, but I have to say that when we cook dinner... it's always good (if it's not, well, that's the recipe's fault - not ours)!

The other night we made stuffed peppers like we've done so many times before. But this time was different... we messed up! We, yes I said WE, forgot to put tin foil over them before putting them in the oven. What does that mean, you ask??... It means they were burnt to a crisp! I know I said if the food isn't good it's the recipe's fault, but this time I guess I have to fully take the blame... or I could say that the recipe was too far away for me to read, so it's still the recipe's fault - I think I'm gunna go with that! Anyway.. we still ate the stuffed peppers, but once we were finished with dinner we noticed Molly staring down something black on the kitchen floor. The BF walked over to see what it was - it was a burnt piece of stuffed pepper shaped like Micky Mouse! I didn't even get to take a picture of it because next thing we knew....

Molly stomped Mickey! I wanted to yell at her, but with those puppy eyes.. I just couldn't - it's not like she really did anything bad, right? I love her, but what a little turd!

not your typical girl

Yes, I'm a girl, but I'm not your typical girl. I was never the type to get up at 6AM to do my hair and makeup before I left the house... nor was I the girl that wore heels and dresses everywhere no matter where I was going. I'm actually just the opposite - I roll out of bed in the morning, put my hair up in a clip, put some clothes on, squeeze into my sneakers and I'm out the door! I never truly do my hair and I rarely wear makeup - I buy a lot of it, but I never seem to use it. If I do my makeup, it's normally a special occasion or I just want to feel pretty for the day - everyone has those days, right?

So yesterday I ended up feeling quite unattractive and wanted to give myself a little makeover, if you want to call it that. I got a pedicure, a manicure, eyebrows waxed (these are part of my normal routine), but I didn't feel pretty enough. This will show you how pathetic I really am - I ended up looking up videos of how to curl my hair. I do have to admit though that there are some really good how-to videos for hair and makeup all over the internet. Anyway, I found a bunch and decided to try it....

And here's how it turned out....

Just kidding! For real now.... here's the result...

The curler slipped out of my hand - I burnt my neck!! With half of my head curled, I stopped. Maybe I'll try again another day.

Curling irons are evil I tell you.... EVIL!

a stroll down memory lane: cookie disaster

I stumbled on Sundresses & Smiles the other night when I was reminded of a pretty embarrassing baking experience of mine. Mind you, I was pretty young.. I don't remember exactly how old, but I was probably around 14... ish.

I'm telling you now that I am a cookie addict - I LOVE COOKIES! For real, I'm a cookie monster. So one night I decided to bake some sugar cookies. Apparently I wasn't quite feeling chocolate chip that night which is actually pretty surprising since I have a serious chocolate addiction too, but anyway... I made sure I had all the ingredients and got the cookie sheet out. Once I was sure I had everything, I mixed all the ingredients together. Everything was going smoothly so far, then I started placing the cookie balls on the baking sheet one inch apart like I had read on the package. Once they were placed, I put them in the oven to begin baking....

DING! The timer went off and it was time to take the cookies out. I ran over to the oven, opened it, and what did I see? 12 cookies?? NO!..... ONE GIANT COOKIE!!

I was wondering what the heck went wrong! Well, I finally realized later on that I read the package wrong - I was supposed to make 24 small cookies on two baking sheets not 12 big cookies on 1 sheet... Well, at least I thought it would make 12, but NO - just one giant cookie! Just a massive baking fail!

a saucy mess

Soo the laundry was done without problems this week... Were the dishes?

Well, to start off... a couple nights ago, the BF and I made dinner for my family - homemade spaghetti and meatballs. We all ate and enjoyed the dinner, but you all know what comes after eating, right? DISHES! The BF and I have this routine where we both cook and afterwards he does the dishes (yes, I'm super lucky to have a talented man to put dishes in the dishwasher, I know). Well, I decided to give him a break for the night and I took it upon myself to do the dishes, which probably wasn't the best idea.

As I started loading the dishwasher, the BF was hovering over me as if I didn't know how to do the dishes. I thought to myself I know how to do the dishes.. I'm not stupid! He continued to hover as I loaded the plates, the strainer, and all of the utensils. Finally I loaded the last dish (or should I say pot which moments before had been filled with homemade spaghetti sauce). As soon as I put the pot in the dishwasher, the BF gave me that look that basically says you're doing it all wrong. He then told me not to put the sauce pot in the dishwasher because it won't get clean unless we hand wash it. Well, I insisted on putting it in the dishwasher anyway and even bet him that it would be clean when we took it out. I turned the dishwasher on... there was no turning back now.

The next morning I opened and unloaded the dishwasher and what did I find??...... Well, the sauce pot was perfectly clean, but our white plates and strainer were PINK!

I couldn't believe it! How could I possibly mess up doing the dishes.. in a dishwasher?! I can understand breaking dishes (yes, unfortunately I have done this before), but turning them pink - that's just unheard of. Maybe dishes just aren't my thing... Maybe we should just stick to the "BF does dishes, I do laundry" routine. After all, if I keep this up we'll be spending A LOT of money on new dishes every week. No big deal - just another FAIL!

HAPPY FRIDAY!
Have a great weekend! :)

ew, get off of me!

As some of you may know, I went to an anime convention (yes, I said anime convention) with the BF and our friends about 2 weeks ago. I know I told you about the conversation on the car ride home, but I forgot to mention anything that happened during our time at the convention center. This place was absolutely nuts! There were so many people dressed up as their favorite characters... so many artists selling their artwork.. so many vendors selling various products. The people dressed up were my favorite. It was so interesting to see how many people actually dress up to go to these things. Well, unfortunately not everyone was dressed up....

As we walked to the vendors section of the convention center, we heard people running behind us so we turned around to see what was going on. To our surprise, there was a somewhat large man running behind us without a shirt. Apparently he thought he was dressing up as a character - yeah, right!... We all know he just wanted an excuse to run around in public without a shirt, right? Okay, I'm getting off track, but this man was somewhat large, running towards us, and VERY HAIRY! I had made it a point to stay away from him no matter what. We started walking toward the vendor section entrance again - I was leading the group with the BF behind me and our friends behind him; basically single-file. Next thing I knew the large, hairy man without a shirt rubbed up against me!!

I was mortified! Completely disgusted and grossed out! How was it that I tried my hardest to stay away from this man and he ran into me?!? I still don't know. As we entered the vendor section of the convention I discovered that I had disinfecting wipes in my purse (yes, I have anti-bacterial liquid or wipes on me at all times - what can I say... I'm a germaphobe). Immediately, I opened the wipe pack and started scrubbing my arm like you would not believe (the people around me must have thought I was super crazy). What I really needed was a shower, but unfortunately I didn't have that convenience at the time. I'm sure you know as well as I do that the very first thing I did when I got home was take a very hot shower!

laundry day payback

So today was laundry day and I really wasn't in the mood to do it. It's just takes too much time out of the day - you have to separate the whites from the blacks and the colors, then do one load at a time meaning at the least you're wasting 6 hours out of your day to do laundry, which isn't what I want to spend my day doing. No one does! Unfortunately it still had to get done.

Well, earlier today the BF and I grabbed some lunch from a local deli. We came home, sat down to eat our sandwiches, and guess who joins us??.... Molly (my quite lovable yet annoying puppy)! As we're eating she starts whining. I like to talk to Molly as if she's a kid, so I said "be good and you'll get some roast beef when I'm done"... Well she started begging and barking for my food, so the BF chased her out of the room. You're probably thinking where does laundry day come into this? Am I right? Don't worry... I'm getting there. We finished up with lunch and I took a little piece of roast beef outside to give Molly. Next thing I knew, the BF was running towards me - he took the roast beef out of my hand and threw it in the bushes outside the house. He said "she was a bad girl! You can't give her treats when she's bad!". Unfortunately Molly saw that he had thrown the roast beef in the bush and she immediately jumped into the bushes to find it. She spent about a half hour in there and never found it. The BF teased her! I felt horrible! Soo I ended up going outside to find the roast beef in the bush for Molly - luckily I found it. She was so excited! 

Even though Molly still got her treat, I felt like the BF needed to "pay" for teasing her. I thought to myself for a while and finally decided that HE should do laundry! For real, I always do the laundry... I thought it was about time he did it. Well he brought the laundry baskets to the basement, sat down, and actually started separating the clothing into whites, blacks, and colors. 

I just watched, slack-jawed of course in amazement as he put the first load of laundry in. Two hours later... All of our clothes were still perfectly intact! Incredible! And the best past is that now I know he is completely capable of doing laundry! Laundry day was absolutely a success!

the things she does

Instead of drawing today (I can take a break, right?), I really wanted to share a video and some photos with all of you, so that's what I'm gunna do, okay? Okay!

Let me first start out by saying that I have a dog named Molly. She's almost 3 years old and she makes me laugh every day. She's adorable and has the unique ability to put me in a better mood no matter how bad of a day I'm having. I love her to death. I've never had a dog quite like her. A couple of years ago I took her for a walk at the beach where I introduced her to swimming. She was afraid of the water at first, but she ended up loving it; Now all she wants to do is swim. Fortunately we have a pool in the backyard. As soon as I say "Wanna go swimming?", her ears perk up and she excitedly jumps at the back door to be let out. Once the door is opened she runs as fast as she can to the backyard and hops straight into the pool, and this is what she does......

That black thing is her rock... she likes to sit on it so that she doesn't lose it. She also likes to drink the water.... BAD PUPPY!

I LOVE HER! :)

I love her so much! She's adorable and she makes me laugh, so I'm sure you'll see more of her. We all need to laugh, so.... What makes you laugh on a daily basis?