It's happened...
I've become the blogger that never blogs...
Honestly, it's not that I don't have the 30 minutes once a week to write.The problem is that I'm producing so many presentations, spreadsheets, and written documents for such a large portion of my time right now, that when I get the free 30 minutes and I see the blogger link in my toolbar, I just can't bring myself to do it.
"The corporate world is stealing your soul!!!!" you protest. Perhaps I'm brainwashed, but I don't think that's 100% the case. I think it's merely that I've realized that in my free time, I want to be a consumer. There's movies to watch, books to read, wine to drink!
So, my loves, I'm setting you free! If we haven't been keeping in touch like we should have, please call me. I'm not 100% on who all of you are, but I'll try and call you to.
As my last post comes to a close, I leave you with some advice:
Eat Cupcakes.
Love,
Katie
16 October 2010
28 September 2010
24 September 2010
SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, last night I received a text as I was sitting on my couch watching Willow with quite possibly the most disgustingly greasy hair man has ever seen. It said: "Hey! Want to hang out with the guys from Bad Rabbits?" Seeing as I hadn't seen two of them since our first chance meeting when they crashed out house party (during which one of them gave me a foot massage), I realized there was only one thing to do. GO. I mean, how often does one get to hang out with an up-and-coming band in their green room after their set?!
So, I hopped in the shower, tossed on my tightest black jeans, a loose striped blouse, and a pair of high heels that put me a couple inches over all but one of the guys in the band, sprayed my hair to within an inch of it's life with hairspray, and hopped in a cab with Antonina.
The green room party was fairly tame, even by my standards, although by the time we left, the floor was covered in hundreds of skittles. (Why someone had arrived with 2 boxes worth of skittle packets, I don't know, but I did get home with about 11 packets of them in my purse, along with 10 pens and 2 pears from the rider.) Everyone was sipping on whiskey, so I took a few very dainty sips before passing my drink off to Ant, who had lost hers. I'm not quite sure what was going on, but all the shortest men in the room were paying A LOT of attention to me. Perhaps it was their close proximity to my boobs, or maybe the challenge of taming an Amazon seemed like a fun activity for the night. All I know is... I spent a lot of time attempting to fade away from conversations. ;-)
Anyhoodle, as the end of the night approached, Ant and the bassist were speaking very closely, so I wandered over to the rest of the band as they got their stuff ready to leave. This is where I met Salim for the second time. Salim is the guitarist for the group, and during the 5 minutes we chatted, we bonded over his awesome crocodile guitar case, and the fact that I was a magician at procuring Bell-Hops. Let me repeat - during the 5 MINUTES that we chatted. Remember that.
So, as everyone is drunkenly bouncing around here, there, and everywhere, Salim and I attempted to get all of the instruments onto an elevator with the utmost of difficulty. Why this hotel had such narrow doors on the elevator, but as the door closed itself on the dolley, I was laughing so hard I was nearly crying, and he was cracking some pretty fantastic jokes at our expense. Total time in each others presence - 8 minutes.
Finally, after some shifting around of cases and the selection of an entirely new elevator, we successfully maneuvered into our carriage for the trip down 1 story. I leaned up against the back wall, and before I could say 'horseshoe' I had lips against my lips!!!!!!!! I don't know about you all, but I had always wondered what it would be like to be completely surprised by a kiss. The truth is, that it was a whole host of experiences wrapped up in one. It was exciting, awkward, slightly insulting, and hilarious, all at the same time. In light of that, I pulled back and said: "What in the WORLD was that?!"
His response? "Spontaneity."
Since it was a 15 second trip down, we both exited the elevator immediately after this exchange. I ran for Antonina and he made for his taxi to his hotel.
I think I'm still confused.
Love,
Katie
So, I hopped in the shower, tossed on my tightest black jeans, a loose striped blouse, and a pair of high heels that put me a couple inches over all but one of the guys in the band, sprayed my hair to within an inch of it's life with hairspray, and hopped in a cab with Antonina.
The green room party was fairly tame, even by my standards, although by the time we left, the floor was covered in hundreds of skittles. (Why someone had arrived with 2 boxes worth of skittle packets, I don't know, but I did get home with about 11 packets of them in my purse, along with 10 pens and 2 pears from the rider.) Everyone was sipping on whiskey, so I took a few very dainty sips before passing my drink off to Ant, who had lost hers. I'm not quite sure what was going on, but all the shortest men in the room were paying A LOT of attention to me. Perhaps it was their close proximity to my boobs, or maybe the challenge of taming an Amazon seemed like a fun activity for the night. All I know is... I spent a lot of time attempting to fade away from conversations. ;-)
Anyhoodle, as the end of the night approached, Ant and the bassist were speaking very closely, so I wandered over to the rest of the band as they got their stuff ready to leave. This is where I met Salim for the second time. Salim is the guitarist for the group, and during the 5 minutes we chatted, we bonded over his awesome crocodile guitar case, and the fact that I was a magician at procuring Bell-Hops. Let me repeat - during the 5 MINUTES that we chatted. Remember that.
So, as everyone is drunkenly bouncing around here, there, and everywhere, Salim and I attempted to get all of the instruments onto an elevator with the utmost of difficulty. Why this hotel had such narrow doors on the elevator, but as the door closed itself on the dolley, I was laughing so hard I was nearly crying, and he was cracking some pretty fantastic jokes at our expense. Total time in each others presence - 8 minutes.
Finally, after some shifting around of cases and the selection of an entirely new elevator, we successfully maneuvered into our carriage for the trip down 1 story. I leaned up against the back wall, and before I could say 'horseshoe' I had lips against my lips!!!!!!!! I don't know about you all, but I had always wondered what it would be like to be completely surprised by a kiss. The truth is, that it was a whole host of experiences wrapped up in one. It was exciting, awkward, slightly insulting, and hilarious, all at the same time. In light of that, I pulled back and said: "What in the WORLD was that?!"
His response? "Spontaneity."
Since it was a 15 second trip down, we both exited the elevator immediately after this exchange. I ran for Antonina and he made for his taxi to his hotel.
I think I'm still confused.
Love,
Katie
17 September 2010
Polka-Dots to the Rescue!!!
This morning, as I was walking to the T, I was crafting a biting message to all dog owners that don't clean up after their dogs.
"Dear Inconsiderate Bastards..." it would start. Then it would go on to explain that, "The humbling experience of picking up and carrying your dog's poo in a bag might be uncomfortable for you, but by no means does this lend a valid excuse to leaving it be in the middle of the sidewalk. Why? Because no level of discomfort that they feel can match the humiliating experience of stepping in their dog's shit. NONE!"
It was going to go on forever and really lay into them, but then... POOF! I saw a man carrying a polka-dot umbrella.
What was I talking about?
Love,
Katie
"Dear Inconsiderate Bastards..." it would start. Then it would go on to explain that, "The humbling experience of picking up and carrying your dog's poo in a bag might be uncomfortable for you, but by no means does this lend a valid excuse to leaving it be in the middle of the sidewalk. Why? Because no level of discomfort that they feel can match the humiliating experience of stepping in their dog's shit. NONE!"
It was going to go on forever and really lay into them, but then... POOF! I saw a man carrying a polka-dot umbrella.
What was I talking about?
Love,
Katie
15 September 2010
Why isn't frosting always like this?
In other words, heaped on in ungodly amounts!!!!
DELICIOUS!
Love,
Katie
10 September 2010
I apologize in advance...
Mom, I'm sorry. You're not going to think this post is funny.
Howdy!
So, I'm taking part in a date auction for charity. It's kickball-sponsored, and so as part of the set-up, they gave us a questionnaire with questions that were begging for sexual jokes. Now, I don't have the flare for forced humor, so I enlisted the help of a friend. What resulted, is the hilarity that I am about to post below. We'll see how much I tweak before I have to turn it in on Sunday. My guess is that I'll totally freak out on Saturday and change every single answer, because I really don't have the balls for what's below...
Name & Nickname: Katie a.k.a. "Chickaboom"
Team: Superfreaks
Dream Job: Sex Swing Acrobat
Favorite Position: The upside-down petal stripper (Oh... and second base.)
1. If you could change your name to a certain food or condiment, what would it be?
Honey Bun
2. What alcoholic beverage best describes you?
The Naughty Holiday
3. If you had the power of invisibility where would you go and what would you do?
Navy submarine, I'd "wax the ship"
4. If you had the power to get rid of one state, what would it be and why?
Kansas, because I forget it exists anyway
5. What Jersey Shore character are you the most like and why?
JWoww, except my big tits are 100% real
6. If you had to star in a brand new reality TV show, what woul dit be called and what would be the plot?
"America's Next Trophy Wife" - challenges would range from romance languages to cunnilingus
7. If you could have an affair with a celebrity, who would it be and why?
The Naked Cowboy, because he fills out his briefs, and I've always wanted a reason to yell "YEEHAW!"
8. If you woke up one morning and realized you were a man, what would be the first thing you did?
I'd call in sick and play with my new penis all day.
9. Have you ever had a stalker or been a stalker? Explain.
No, but that's just because Justin Bieber doesn't live close enough.
10. What's the most dangerous/daring thing you have ever done?
Given head with braces
11. What's your favorite electronic device?
The toaster oven. (Oh! Got you there!)
12. If you could name a Stump Trivia Team after yourself, what would it be called?
Quiz on My Tits
13. What's your most embarrassing date story?
I'm too adorable for any of my actions to be embarrassing.
14. Name your top 5 turn ons and turn offs: (This, like the toaster over, I answered honestly)
Turn ons: Bow ties, thick thighs, nerdiness, big smiles, and witty repartee
Turn offs: Social conservatives, capri pants, meekness, snobbery, ignorance
Now... who wants to bid on me???!!! ;-)
Love,
Katie
Howdy!
So, I'm taking part in a date auction for charity. It's kickball-sponsored, and so as part of the set-up, they gave us a questionnaire with questions that were begging for sexual jokes. Now, I don't have the flare for forced humor, so I enlisted the help of a friend. What resulted, is the hilarity that I am about to post below. We'll see how much I tweak before I have to turn it in on Sunday. My guess is that I'll totally freak out on Saturday and change every single answer, because I really don't have the balls for what's below...
Name & Nickname: Katie a.k.a. "Chickaboom"
Team: Superfreaks
Dream Job: Sex Swing Acrobat
Favorite Position: The upside-down petal stripper (Oh... and second base.)
1. If you could change your name to a certain food or condiment, what would it be?
Honey Bun
2. What alcoholic beverage best describes you?
The Naughty Holiday
3. If you had the power of invisibility where would you go and what would you do?
Navy submarine, I'd "wax the ship"
4. If you had the power to get rid of one state, what would it be and why?
Kansas, because I forget it exists anyway
5. What Jersey Shore character are you the most like and why?
JWoww, except my big tits are 100% real
6. If you had to star in a brand new reality TV show, what woul dit be called and what would be the plot?
"America's Next Trophy Wife" - challenges would range from romance languages to cunnilingus
7. If you could have an affair with a celebrity, who would it be and why?
The Naked Cowboy, because he fills out his briefs, and I've always wanted a reason to yell "YEEHAW!"
8. If you woke up one morning and realized you were a man, what would be the first thing you did?
I'd call in sick and play with my new penis all day.
9. Have you ever had a stalker or been a stalker? Explain.
No, but that's just because Justin Bieber doesn't live close enough.
10. What's the most dangerous/daring thing you have ever done?
Given head with braces
11. What's your favorite electronic device?
The toaster oven. (Oh! Got you there!)
12. If you could name a Stump Trivia Team after yourself, what would it be called?
Quiz on My Tits
13. What's your most embarrassing date story?
I'm too adorable for any of my actions to be embarrassing.
14. Name your top 5 turn ons and turn offs: (This, like the toaster over, I answered honestly)
Turn ons: Bow ties, thick thighs, nerdiness, big smiles, and witty repartee
Turn offs: Social conservatives, capri pants, meekness, snobbery, ignorance
Now... who wants to bid on me???!!! ;-)
Love,
Katie
09 September 2010
Hmmmm... Hehe
I was going to write a post entitled: "I may be drunk, but..." but unfortunately, I got distracted by sending an apology to Mike, whose silly band I broke. (I'm fixing it!!!!!) And... well... Aaron bought me Patrón. Who can say no to that?!
So, after my first true night of drunkenness since arriving in Boston (correct me if I'm wrong), I'm way too sleepy and distracted to write the humorous post I was planning on the T.
It had something to do with lace t-shirts, skirts that border on your panty line, something about sea sickness, and yeah... hilarity in general.
Have I told you all that I love you? ;-)
Love,
Katie
So, after my first true night of drunkenness since arriving in Boston (correct me if I'm wrong), I'm way too sleepy and distracted to write the humorous post I was planning on the T.
It had something to do with lace t-shirts, skirts that border on your panty line, something about sea sickness, and yeah... hilarity in general.
Have I told you all that I love you? ;-)
Love,
Katie
01 September 2010
Love at first sight...
Today on the T, I fell in love. I was so enthralled by this one guy, that I forgot to sneak a picture. (I was also way too close and was obviously staring, so I'm sure that he would have noticed me snapping a photo of him. It's just... he was PERFECT!!! At least... physically that is.
Here's what I mean...
Style wise, he looked like this:
Style wise, he looked like this:
But when he sat down, peaking out from the bottom of his khaki shorts was this:
Well, something like it, at least. Not only that... but I could tell there were more, many more tattoos hidden under that fantastic outfit, in fact.
This, ladies and gentlemen, was the mystical combination that I have been looking for since I was twelve. I have always wanted a stylish guy covered in tattoos that somehow manages not to be a total douche. I wasn't sure it was probable, let alone possible, that I'd find one, but seeing this guy with his girlfriend (I know, that was disappointing) makes me believe that they really do exist!
Any of you know of one who isn't already dating their own version of me?
Love,
Katie
P.S. Oh... and let me know who you all are! I get some readers from places where I was not aware I had friends. Seeing as I was under the impression that only 7 people read my blog, this obviously is a surprise to me! I'd love to be able to give you a shout out! (I'm sure Rach, Kel, Brad, Joy, Jenny, Maddie, etc. would appreciate you taking some of the attention off of them.)
29 August 2010
28 August 2010
You're sitting in a movie theater...
With a guy you've recently met. You knew the evening could have been considered a date, but since you felt absolutely no chemistry, the assumption was that he wasn't either. In lieu of dancing, you opt for a movie because, really, you've run out of small talk.
As Michael Cera once again falls madly in love with a girl who's got baggage (albeit in a fun hybrid of cinema and video games)... it happens. His hand hits the clutch in your lap. Seeing as it's palm up, you quickly deduce that he has indeed just tried to offer you his hand, and mistook your pale clutch as an appendage. You freeze, mind racing as to possible ways of brushing this off... but his upturned hand is there, in your lap. "Ha! What the heck was that?!" you whisper emphatically. Perhaps the embarrassment of mistaking your lump of cell phone, cards, and lip gloss wrapped in leather as your hand will be enough to make him retreat. In response he lifts his hand and bobs it in a, "I'm trying to hold you hand, so put yours in mine," kind of way.
There is no right move in this moment. Saying no or leaving his hand unfilled will result in an hour of a boy 5 inches away from you with his feelings hurt. Holding his hand means that you have to suffer forced intimacy.
You choose to suffer. You fingers interlace, and his thumb drags back and forth along the side of your left index finger. It's supposed to be reassuring, and it normally sends tingles up your arm, but now your brain is screaming that you're being touched, and no matter how innocent it is, you don't like it.
(5 minutes later)
You've been in agony for 5 minutes, when suddenly, things manage to take a turn for the worst. He moves your hand over towards him, so that he can take it in both of his. One hand is intertwined with yours, the other is stroking the back of your hand. You just. can't. take. it.
SALVATION!!! You remember you forgot to put you phone on silent when a character in the movie gets a text message. You whisper out a, "oh shit!" release yourself from his double-hand death grip, and dive your hands into your clutch. This is not the time to be subtle. You make sure that he sees you're putting your phone on silent. It wasn't him, you see, it was that you didn't want to be inconsiderate of others.
Once you put the phone back into the clutch and secure it, you have a choice to make. You make like you're straightening out your skirt, tugging at the ends as if your tight military-inspired t-shirt dress will budge, and you cross you legs so that your torso tilts away from his. Just so that he doesn't get any funny ideas, your hands both move to your right, and you hold the only hand that you feel comfortable with in the whole theater - your own.
Take a big breath, and let it out. You're safe. That is... as long as you make sure that he doesn't walk you home...
Love,
The Awkward Dater
As Michael Cera once again falls madly in love with a girl who's got baggage (albeit in a fun hybrid of cinema and video games)... it happens. His hand hits the clutch in your lap. Seeing as it's palm up, you quickly deduce that he has indeed just tried to offer you his hand, and mistook your pale clutch as an appendage. You freeze, mind racing as to possible ways of brushing this off... but his upturned hand is there, in your lap. "Ha! What the heck was that?!" you whisper emphatically. Perhaps the embarrassment of mistaking your lump of cell phone, cards, and lip gloss wrapped in leather as your hand will be enough to make him retreat. In response he lifts his hand and bobs it in a, "I'm trying to hold you hand, so put yours in mine," kind of way.
There is no right move in this moment. Saying no or leaving his hand unfilled will result in an hour of a boy 5 inches away from you with his feelings hurt. Holding his hand means that you have to suffer forced intimacy.
You choose to suffer. You fingers interlace, and his thumb drags back and forth along the side of your left index finger. It's supposed to be reassuring, and it normally sends tingles up your arm, but now your brain is screaming that you're being touched, and no matter how innocent it is, you don't like it.
(5 minutes later)
You've been in agony for 5 minutes, when suddenly, things manage to take a turn for the worst. He moves your hand over towards him, so that he can take it in both of his. One hand is intertwined with yours, the other is stroking the back of your hand. You just. can't. take. it.
SALVATION!!! You remember you forgot to put you phone on silent when a character in the movie gets a text message. You whisper out a, "oh shit!" release yourself from his double-hand death grip, and dive your hands into your clutch. This is not the time to be subtle. You make sure that he sees you're putting your phone on silent. It wasn't him, you see, it was that you didn't want to be inconsiderate of others.
Once you put the phone back into the clutch and secure it, you have a choice to make. You make like you're straightening out your skirt, tugging at the ends as if your tight military-inspired t-shirt dress will budge, and you cross you legs so that your torso tilts away from his. Just so that he doesn't get any funny ideas, your hands both move to your right, and you hold the only hand that you feel comfortable with in the whole theater - your own.
Take a big breath, and let it out. You're safe. That is... as long as you make sure that he doesn't walk you home...
Love,
The Awkward Dater
25 August 2010
What it means to be a girl...
Funny quote I heard today:
"You really are a girl."
"Yes, and it's not just the genitalia. It's a whole lifestyle!"
Love,
Katie
"You really are a girl."
"Yes, and it's not just the genitalia. It's a whole lifestyle!"
Love,
Katie
20 August 2010
Cupcake Coolery...
First of all... you get to watch a tiramisu cupcake build itself through overlaid successive photos on this blog:
The Cupcake Project
Then... Here's how I'd like to be proposed to:
The Cupcake Project
Then... Here's how I'd like to be proposed to:
I'd prefer something other than red roses, though.
I had a guy say this to me today:
I greatly enjoy that you think of cupcakes as merely permutations of ingredients. That is some dedicated nerdcore cooking.
And finally... here's the newest "I WANT" in the cupcake category:
Love,
Katie
12 August 2010
Happy Feet!!!
So, in light of my self-kindness initiative... I decided I need happy feet.
Love,
Katie
Ooooooh.... sooooo comfy.
Crazy tread!!!
These are my new walking/running shoes, made by Vibram Five Fingers. You're supposed to ease yourself into barefoot running, so I'm wearing them around today to get myself realigned. Needless to say, I'm attracting a heck of a lot of attention. You know me, though, I love it!!!
Once I take these bad boys for a run around the block, I'll let you know what I think!
Love,
Katie
11 August 2010
Mmmmm... Dinner...
On the menu for tonight:
Entrée:
Sautéed Beef with Mushrooms
Yam with Avocado (instead of butter)
Dessert:
Roasted Peach with Honey
I had no idea I could come up with such delicious food!!!
Love,
Katie
Entrée:
Sautéed Beef with Mushrooms
Yam with Avocado (instead of butter)
Dessert:
Roasted Peach with Honey
I had no idea I could come up with such delicious food!!!
Love,
Katie
09 August 2010
My Body is a Temple...
It has happened. I looked in the mirror and finally took stock of what the past year has done to my body. Is it horrible? No. Did I ignore ALL of the lessons that Shari (The Wonder Trainer) taught me? Every. Single. One.
Now, this would be fine and dandy if I still felt the way that I did last August, but I don't. There are a few subtle changes that I've noticed.
1. I've been focusing more on clothes that make my body look good, (i.e. spanx, décolletage, and optical illusions) instead of just finding things that compliment my shape.
2. My skin has run amuck.
3. My kick ass self-confidence is becoming increasingly easy to rattle.
4. The prospect of going to the gym makes me anxious... even when planning on going to the classes I like.
I'd say that's enough to realize that some changes need to be made, yes?
Rather than building out a 6-day-a-week workout schedule and cutting out everything that I love, I've decided that I'm going to try a one-word life change: RESPECT. I will respect myself - body and mind. Here's how I plan to manifest this concept in my daily life:
- I will use natural products on my face, and will no longer attack zits that no one can see but me.
- I will take myself for walks, go to yoga classes, and try to make time in my day to really sweat.
- I will cook my breakfast and dinner, taking the time to fully experience my meal. This includes eating until comfortably full, but not past it.
- I will eat dessert, (OF COURSE!) but I plan to only eat desserts that I've made myself, or that I can buy directly from where they are made.
- I will get rest during the week. Being diligent 8-5 means less late nights, and a much happier Katie.
- I will continue to keep alcohol consumption to a minimum. Luckily, I'm just crazy enough to get away with being sober at parties!
- I will voice my anxiety, frustrations, or what-have-you shortly after their appearance. I will not let anything fester.
- I will 100% accept who I am right now. There is absolutely nothing healthier than good self-esteem.
So, the only issue now is whether or not this is as easy in practice as it is in theory. Convenience stores are the closest places to me at all times, I get hungry at the same hour as senior citizens, 6 am is a rough time to get yourself out of bed when you've been doing spreadsheets all night, fear of confrontation is an amazing motivator to shut up, and my favorite TV shows are on when I should be going to bed. Taking care of myself means adding another step to every part of my life - compromising instant gratification for overall well-being. I'll just hope that I'll be motivated enough to practice some patience and self-control.
Love,
Katie
Now, this would be fine and dandy if I still felt the way that I did last August, but I don't. There are a few subtle changes that I've noticed.
1. I've been focusing more on clothes that make my body look good, (i.e. spanx, décolletage, and optical illusions) instead of just finding things that compliment my shape.
2. My skin has run amuck.
3. My kick ass self-confidence is becoming increasingly easy to rattle.
4. The prospect of going to the gym makes me anxious... even when planning on going to the classes I like.
I'd say that's enough to realize that some changes need to be made, yes?
Rather than building out a 6-day-a-week workout schedule and cutting out everything that I love, I've decided that I'm going to try a one-word life change: RESPECT. I will respect myself - body and mind. Here's how I plan to manifest this concept in my daily life:
- I will use natural products on my face, and will no longer attack zits that no one can see but me.
- I will take myself for walks, go to yoga classes, and try to make time in my day to really sweat.
- I will cook my breakfast and dinner, taking the time to fully experience my meal. This includes eating until comfortably full, but not past it.
- I will eat dessert, (OF COURSE!) but I plan to only eat desserts that I've made myself, or that I can buy directly from where they are made.
- I will get rest during the week. Being diligent 8-5 means less late nights, and a much happier Katie.
- I will continue to keep alcohol consumption to a minimum. Luckily, I'm just crazy enough to get away with being sober at parties!
- I will voice my anxiety, frustrations, or what-have-you shortly after their appearance. I will not let anything fester.
- I will 100% accept who I am right now. There is absolutely nothing healthier than good self-esteem.
So, the only issue now is whether or not this is as easy in practice as it is in theory. Convenience stores are the closest places to me at all times, I get hungry at the same hour as senior citizens, 6 am is a rough time to get yourself out of bed when you've been doing spreadsheets all night, fear of confrontation is an amazing motivator to shut up, and my favorite TV shows are on when I should be going to bed. Taking care of myself means adding another step to every part of my life - compromising instant gratification for overall well-being. I'll just hope that I'll be motivated enough to practice some patience and self-control.
Love,
Katie
What women want...
Today I thought about it for a moment, and I realized that women are incredibly simplistic. The fact that men haven't figured things out by now is a staggering show of obliviousness. So, boys... given that a girl is attracted to you... let's say you've made it to date #2. Here is what we want:
Step 1: Unbridled passion
Step 2: Statement of devotion
Step 3: Laughter and general silliness
Repeat.
Anyone care to disagree?
Love,
Katie
Step 1: Unbridled passion
Step 2: Statement of devotion
Step 3: Laughter and general silliness
Repeat.
Anyone care to disagree?
Love,
Katie
06 August 2010
Oh... Ew!
Apparently any concerns I might have had about my sexual prowess were not buried deeply enough. Last night my subconscious found that nugget, and delivered an extremely disgusting dream. Okay, so it wasn't as disgusting as you're now probably thinking... but it did involve THIS GUY being some sort of... tutor?
Yuck. I feel like I need to scrub my brain with 100% ethanol, and then take shots of whatever is left in the bottle.
Love,
Katie
Yuck. I feel like I need to scrub my brain with 100% ethanol, and then take shots of whatever is left in the bottle.
Love,
Katie
02 August 2010
TV Cupcakes!!!!
So, first of all... I apologize for not realizing a long time ago that THESE were in fact a reference to Futurama. I now know and love the show. To make up for my misstep, I've found more Futurama cupcakes, as well as several other awesome cartoons!
3-D Futurama cupcakes
[Adult Swim] Medley
South Park
Sponge Bob Square Pants
I obviously need to teach myself the art of fondant... soooooo awesome!!!
Love,
Katie
29 July 2010
Woah now...
I just realized that anyone wanting to catch up on my blog would have to read 252 posts! Holy moly!!! Luckily for you, hypothetical person wanting to get to know me so ridiculously well, most of it is pictures of cupcakes. ;-) HAPPY 252 POST Y'ALL!!!
Love,
Katie
Love,
Katie
Communication Skills...
The past several months have been quite an education... in communication. I've taken on so many new roles, met tons of new people, had to navigate awkward dates, had to find ways to demand things without demanding - it's been quite a maze.
One thing you learn the second that you get an office job, is that talking to your coworkers is never just talking to your coworkers. You have to build camaraderie without being 100% yourself. I've had this told to me over and over again by my mentor here. "Watch how you talk to people, always be more professional they then are, and don't send informal emails. This is even more important since you're so young. It doesn't matter if they're informal with you, you can't do that back to them." It's frustrating, really. One of our partners got trashed at our company retreat, and all people could talk about was how they were surprised I didn't. Apparently people expected me to fall into the trap that past young associates have, lured by the casual and party-hard nature of the partners of the company. With double standards and a false sense of security lurking around, work taught me to do something I've never really done before: censor myself.
Now, awkward dates taught me something completely different. They taught me how to create a conversation out of thin air. You never know how many things you can talk about until you spent two hours at a table with a guy who answers you in four-word sentences and offers no questions in return. Art, politics, hobbies, math, family, favorite websites, books, music, awkward moments, cheese - anything to get you through till the end of the meal and the moment when you get to say: "I'll call you." Given enough strain, you can learn how to turn paper clips into stimulating conversation. At least, stimulating enough to cover up the awkward silence that would otherwise be looming over the table.
I mentioned the dates to one of my coworkers, and she gave me a suggestion that turned into a bit of a disaster. "Why don't you use awkward dates as a means to practice your moderating skills?" she said. It seemed like a perfectly good idea to me, until I actually put it into practice. On one particularly painful date for me, I busted out my best moderator moves. I mimicked body language, picked up on what the person was trying to say and repeated it back to him, asked probing questions to get further into what he was saying. It turned the date into something much more interesting, for both of us... but then it happened. See, good moderating technique is to make the person you're with feel like you are really and truly interested in them. Doing that on a date with a guy you're not interested in, well, that's just going to lead to one thing - being ATTACKED by a surprise good night kiss. You stand there at your door as he asks if he can come up, just thinking: "Who did? What did? What the HELL is going on here?!" Then you never text them again...
Meeting good friends is totally different. When you meet someone, and it clicks in a totally platonic way, talking to them is just as easy as sitting in silence. There's no effort necessary, because each one of you is adding to what's going on, and you can pick up a conversation just by saying: "So this one time..." You're like a comedian on stage who's so good that they don't have to write forced transitions. Bing, bang, boom - it's three hours later than when you started, and you're still not coming up for air.
There's one form of communication that still eludes me, however. That is the we-like-each-other-but-it's-not-platonic kind. Sure, when you're together, it's like you're old pals. You say stupid things, talk about everything under the sun, and enjoy every minute of it. The problem arises when you're not together. If it were just my friends, I'd send messages and call without a second thought. If they're busy, they'll let me know. If they don't call or message back, I know I'll hear from them the next time they think of me. All of that goes out the window when you're talking about a guy you're seeing, though. Now, I don't count text messages like some girls, but I can tell you that I sure as heck can notice a shortage. I also notice if the only messages I'm getting are responses. And... well, that's something that I'm currently dealing with.
Bring in the discussion of, "He's just not that into you," right? Well... no, actually. Ask me, or the kids that have seen it, and I've got a guy who really likes me. When we're together, there's no doubt about it. Unfortunately, though, I'm a consultant and he's a ridiculously busy student, so our time together ends up being about one evening a week. That means that at least 86% of my time consists of me trying to remember the 14% where I was positive we have something good going on. So, I spend a lot of time talking to myself.
"Don't text today. You texted yesterday, and he's busy. No use in being a menace," is one of the most common thought I have in my head when I'm not buried in spreadsheets and PowerPoint presentations. I've coached myself to be incredibly low-maintenance. As Bradley pointed out to me the other day when I said I'm low maintenance, "No, you're not low maintenance. You're being low maintenance. That's completely different." I've mastered self control, reminded myself that I've got a heck of a lot of stuff going on, and overall become more relaxed about it.
But then, I think to myself, "Hey, why in the world am I the only one modifying their behavior?" If I'm going to be courteous and stop myself from contacting someone as much as I'd like to, why don't I get little courtesy back? A little, "Hello" everyone once in a while? Sure, the worry might be that I would take that message and run with it, so then perhaps a, "I'm super busy, but wanted to say hi," would be an option. That would do just fine by me!
Anyway, my extremely mild "rant" is not the point, necessarily. The point is that I have yet to learn how to communicate this desire for more contact effectively. I've gotten hints and tricks and tips, but knowing what combination of things allows me to get my point across without being discounted as being needy is a fine line that I haven't yet been ready to risk walking. I want more, I'd be asking for extremely little, and yet as a girl I know that any demand I may make will most likely be construed as a sort of desperate act. It's ridiculous, but true.
And so this is where my communication training keeps going. I'm going to learn the art of loaded conversations, at least for a while. We'll just see if I can be patient enough to learn.
Love,
Katie
One thing you learn the second that you get an office job, is that talking to your coworkers is never just talking to your coworkers. You have to build camaraderie without being 100% yourself. I've had this told to me over and over again by my mentor here. "Watch how you talk to people, always be more professional they then are, and don't send informal emails. This is even more important since you're so young. It doesn't matter if they're informal with you, you can't do that back to them." It's frustrating, really. One of our partners got trashed at our company retreat, and all people could talk about was how they were surprised I didn't. Apparently people expected me to fall into the trap that past young associates have, lured by the casual and party-hard nature of the partners of the company. With double standards and a false sense of security lurking around, work taught me to do something I've never really done before: censor myself.
Now, awkward dates taught me something completely different. They taught me how to create a conversation out of thin air. You never know how many things you can talk about until you spent two hours at a table with a guy who answers you in four-word sentences and offers no questions in return. Art, politics, hobbies, math, family, favorite websites, books, music, awkward moments, cheese - anything to get you through till the end of the meal and the moment when you get to say: "I'll call you." Given enough strain, you can learn how to turn paper clips into stimulating conversation. At least, stimulating enough to cover up the awkward silence that would otherwise be looming over the table.
I mentioned the dates to one of my coworkers, and she gave me a suggestion that turned into a bit of a disaster. "Why don't you use awkward dates as a means to practice your moderating skills?" she said. It seemed like a perfectly good idea to me, until I actually put it into practice. On one particularly painful date for me, I busted out my best moderator moves. I mimicked body language, picked up on what the person was trying to say and repeated it back to him, asked probing questions to get further into what he was saying. It turned the date into something much more interesting, for both of us... but then it happened. See, good moderating technique is to make the person you're with feel like you are really and truly interested in them. Doing that on a date with a guy you're not interested in, well, that's just going to lead to one thing - being ATTACKED by a surprise good night kiss. You stand there at your door as he asks if he can come up, just thinking: "Who did? What did? What the HELL is going on here?!" Then you never text them again...
Meeting good friends is totally different. When you meet someone, and it clicks in a totally platonic way, talking to them is just as easy as sitting in silence. There's no effort necessary, because each one of you is adding to what's going on, and you can pick up a conversation just by saying: "So this one time..." You're like a comedian on stage who's so good that they don't have to write forced transitions. Bing, bang, boom - it's three hours later than when you started, and you're still not coming up for air.
There's one form of communication that still eludes me, however. That is the we-like-each-other-but-it's-not-platonic kind. Sure, when you're together, it's like you're old pals. You say stupid things, talk about everything under the sun, and enjoy every minute of it. The problem arises when you're not together. If it were just my friends, I'd send messages and call without a second thought. If they're busy, they'll let me know. If they don't call or message back, I know I'll hear from them the next time they think of me. All of that goes out the window when you're talking about a guy you're seeing, though. Now, I don't count text messages like some girls, but I can tell you that I sure as heck can notice a shortage. I also notice if the only messages I'm getting are responses. And... well, that's something that I'm currently dealing with.
Bring in the discussion of, "He's just not that into you," right? Well... no, actually. Ask me, or the kids that have seen it, and I've got a guy who really likes me. When we're together, there's no doubt about it. Unfortunately, though, I'm a consultant and he's a ridiculously busy student, so our time together ends up being about one evening a week. That means that at least 86% of my time consists of me trying to remember the 14% where I was positive we have something good going on. So, I spend a lot of time talking to myself.
"Don't text today. You texted yesterday, and he's busy. No use in being a menace," is one of the most common thought I have in my head when I'm not buried in spreadsheets and PowerPoint presentations. I've coached myself to be incredibly low-maintenance. As Bradley pointed out to me the other day when I said I'm low maintenance, "No, you're not low maintenance. You're being low maintenance. That's completely different." I've mastered self control, reminded myself that I've got a heck of a lot of stuff going on, and overall become more relaxed about it.
But then, I think to myself, "Hey, why in the world am I the only one modifying their behavior?" If I'm going to be courteous and stop myself from contacting someone as much as I'd like to, why don't I get little courtesy back? A little, "Hello" everyone once in a while? Sure, the worry might be that I would take that message and run with it, so then perhaps a, "I'm super busy, but wanted to say hi," would be an option. That would do just fine by me!
Anyway, my extremely mild "rant" is not the point, necessarily. The point is that I have yet to learn how to communicate this desire for more contact effectively. I've gotten hints and tricks and tips, but knowing what combination of things allows me to get my point across without being discounted as being needy is a fine line that I haven't yet been ready to risk walking. I want more, I'd be asking for extremely little, and yet as a girl I know that any demand I may make will most likely be construed as a sort of desperate act. It's ridiculous, but true.
And so this is where my communication training keeps going. I'm going to learn the art of loaded conversations, at least for a while. We'll just see if I can be patient enough to learn.
Love,
Katie
26 July 2010
Oh how I've missed you!!!
Hello Lovers!
Today is the first day in weeks where I didn't have to work past 7pm... I've worked until midnight for way too long now. So, in honor of this most auspicious occasion, I am going to write a full post! Imagine that!
The first thing that comes to mind is my books. A little over three years ago, I managed to finally become an avid reader. Before then I was too busy, too lazy, or some combination of the both. I missed countless opportunities to enjoy a good book because of the haze created by assigned reading - i.e. The Great Gatsby. However, in the spring of 2007, I fortunately dropped my physics course too late to sign up for another credit. With only 3.5 credits, the enormity of time on my hands was almost overwhelming. I actually think that might have been one of the most annoying things about sharing a room with me for Kelley. She happens to be incredibly diligent, and I'm sure that sitting through hours of work while your roommate is watching every TV show known to man on her computer is... irritating.
Anyway, I got to the point where my TV shows were running out... and I started to feel like a waste of life, and so I finally broke down and opened a book.
All the sudden, for the first time in my life, I started getting lost in stories. I can remember just how surprised I was with the peace that came with reading. Given that sophomore year happened to be one of my most emotionally self-destructive years since high school, there wasn't anything more wonderful to me than the silencing of my thoughts through reading. My brain had to quiet down, or I'd lose the story. For however long I had a book in my hands, I was free from myself.
When I traveled to France, reading was my way of feeling at home. (Well... that, and the pub full of ex-pats.) I read at least a book a week, and had to purchase books so often that the employees at the foreign bookstore ended up recognizing me. That's actually how I got introduced to Ayn Rand. As I perused the shelves in the English section, my main criterion for purchase was the thickness of the book. I was dead-set on finding a way to lesson my trips to the store, and books over 500 pages were a great way to do it. Next thing I knew, I was entrenched in the words of one of my new-found favorite authors.
Amongst many things, reading Rand's books has taught me the importance of perseverance in reading. I can't tell you how many books I've read over the past couple years where I haven't gotten hooked until over a hundred pages in. On the other hand, though, The Historian taught me that sometimes a book needs to be dropped before the last hundred pages. Nothing ruins a good book like an ill-conceived ending.
In the past two years, reading has become the only way to assure a good night's sleep. I read until the book starts to drop out of my hand - right up until I know that I can't possibly read another sentence. On the nights when I'm somewhere else, I actually feel worried about trying to fall asleep without one.
Books are the way I turn everything off but my imagination. They're the time I give my brain to play, dream, and lose itself in possibilities outside what it knows.
I guess that's why I hate non-fiction.
Love,
Katie
Today is the first day in weeks where I didn't have to work past 7pm... I've worked until midnight for way too long now. So, in honor of this most auspicious occasion, I am going to write a full post! Imagine that!
The first thing that comes to mind is my books. A little over three years ago, I managed to finally become an avid reader. Before then I was too busy, too lazy, or some combination of the both. I missed countless opportunities to enjoy a good book because of the haze created by assigned reading - i.e. The Great Gatsby. However, in the spring of 2007, I fortunately dropped my physics course too late to sign up for another credit. With only 3.5 credits, the enormity of time on my hands was almost overwhelming. I actually think that might have been one of the most annoying things about sharing a room with me for Kelley. She happens to be incredibly diligent, and I'm sure that sitting through hours of work while your roommate is watching every TV show known to man on her computer is... irritating.
Anyway, I got to the point where my TV shows were running out... and I started to feel like a waste of life, and so I finally broke down and opened a book.
All the sudden, for the first time in my life, I started getting lost in stories. I can remember just how surprised I was with the peace that came with reading. Given that sophomore year happened to be one of my most emotionally self-destructive years since high school, there wasn't anything more wonderful to me than the silencing of my thoughts through reading. My brain had to quiet down, or I'd lose the story. For however long I had a book in my hands, I was free from myself.
When I traveled to France, reading was my way of feeling at home. (Well... that, and the pub full of ex-pats.) I read at least a book a week, and had to purchase books so often that the employees at the foreign bookstore ended up recognizing me. That's actually how I got introduced to Ayn Rand. As I perused the shelves in the English section, my main criterion for purchase was the thickness of the book. I was dead-set on finding a way to lesson my trips to the store, and books over 500 pages were a great way to do it. Next thing I knew, I was entrenched in the words of one of my new-found favorite authors.
Amongst many things, reading Rand's books has taught me the importance of perseverance in reading. I can't tell you how many books I've read over the past couple years where I haven't gotten hooked until over a hundred pages in. On the other hand, though, The Historian taught me that sometimes a book needs to be dropped before the last hundred pages. Nothing ruins a good book like an ill-conceived ending.
In the past two years, reading has become the only way to assure a good night's sleep. I read until the book starts to drop out of my hand - right up until I know that I can't possibly read another sentence. On the nights when I'm somewhere else, I actually feel worried about trying to fall asleep without one.
Books are the way I turn everything off but my imagination. They're the time I give my brain to play, dream, and lose itself in possibilities outside what it knows.
I guess that's why I hate non-fiction.
Love,
Katie
25 July 2010
Absolutely Beautiful!!!!
I think this just may be my favorite cupcake to date!!! Hydrangeas are just so incredibly beautiful!!!
Love,
Katie
21 July 2010
Bahahahaha....
I was looking at my previous post, and a coworker walked by and said: "Katie, you look incredibly happy! How wonderful!" Apparently I had a huge grin on my face just looking at a picture of my shoes on a computer.
Is that a problem?
Love,
Katie
Is that a problem?
Love,
Katie
Manolos Ma-no-no's...
I don't think these need any introduction...
However, I do need a pedicure.
Love,
Katie
15 July 2010
14 July 2010
Hair update!!!
Remember a few posts ago, when I showed you this unfortunate soul? Well... I saw her again!!! This time it was in CVS in Harvard Square, and I was able to really check out those locks. So, here's the skinny. It's all her own hair, she's got 80% of it cut in a bob, and on the back of her head is what can only be described as an over-sized rat tail sticking out from underneath her blunt cut.
What really struck me, and made me want to write this update, is that it was STILL THERE. That means any rationalization we can make about how she just couldn't cut that part of her hair herself, or she was in the middle of a hair cut and got an emergency call... completely falsified! This is actually a look that was asked for, given, and is now being worn around town.
Unbelieveable!
Love,
Katie
What really struck me, and made me want to write this update, is that it was STILL THERE. That means any rationalization we can make about how she just couldn't cut that part of her hair herself, or she was in the middle of a hair cut and got an emergency call... completely falsified! This is actually a look that was asked for, given, and is now being worn around town.
Unbelieveable!
Love,
Katie
You know it's going to be a long day when....
This is the size ice tea you buy in the morning...
No, I am not playing with perspective... that is indeed an enormous bottle of diet snapple.
64 ounces baby... welcome to the life of a consultant!!!
Love,
Katie
12 July 2010
CUPCAKE BOMB!!!!
Just figured I'd hit you with some awesome cupcakes.
I don't know what to call this... it's just delightful!
French Picnic a la German Chocolate Cupcake
Indulgence for those with green thumbs.
Manly Cupcakes
There's no place like home... made cupcakes!
Love,
Katie
11 July 2010
Late night in an airport...
It's about 10:00 pm, and I'm waiting to board my flight back to Boston. I just had a fantastic weekend with some of the best friends a girl can have, which I happily finished off with a cookie monster "adult milkshake." I mean, it really could not have been any better!
So now I'm sitting here with my laptop on Philly's free wireless, and I'm getting drowsy. I'm also noticing that there's barely anyone here, despite the kiosk telling me that the flight was overbooked. In other words... people watching is not an option. So, I figured I'd start typing, and hopefully end up somewhere by the time I get called to board my flight.
I think I'd like to talk about friendship. Kelley, Rach, and Brad are some of my absolute best friends, and spending time with them started making me think about other friends that I've made around the country. I've got friends I love from every city I've ever inhabited, and the best of them all have very similar qualities. Seeing as I'm embarking on building new friendships as we speak, perhaps this is will be a good reminder for me, in addition to being flattering to all you who read this.
So, here's what makes my friends fantastic...
- First of all, they're just fantastically interesting people. My friends happen to be really tops when it comes to people who are making use of the time they're given. Hearing their stories and sharing in their experiences brings such fabulous color into my life.
- My friends support my eccentricities. Sure, everyone thinks that my feelings towards the mixing of brown and black accessories is ridiculous, but I'm passionate about it, so they let me hoot and holler. They also know that sometimes I have to dance, sometimes I have to sing, and sometimes they might want to walk 20 feet behind me. Sure, they might hide behind a corner while I do whatever it is I want to do... but they let me do it, because it makes me happy.
- We can meet up after months or even years apart, and it doesn't screw up our rhythm one bit. Sure, we might have to clarify stories a bit, and our priorities might have changed a bit, but good times will still be had, just like always. (This one's a bit cliche, but I say that's just because it's quintessential to a great friendship.)
- If I'm interested, they're interested. At least for a little while. If I'm excited about something and want to share, my friends will listen. If it's crude, they'll ask for an abbreviated version, if it's uncomfortable, they'll last as long as they can, and if it's nerdy... well, they'll probably love it! Most important part is that they'll at least try to be interested, because it means something to me.
- They know that at the end of the day, we're friends no matter what. Little spat? We'll get over it. Awkward situation? We'll figure out how to get comfortable again. One of us is an idiot? We'll apologize till we're blue in the face, and do everything we can to fix it.
- If one of us is hurting, the other one is hurting. My friends and I have been known to have contagious crying. There have been meltdowns from thousands of miles away, because one of us has hit a rough patch that no one ever deserves to hit. It might mean that sometimes we're carrying a little more baggage than just our own, but it also means that when one of us is happy, the other one is just as happy!
- We can spend hours doing barely anything, and still have an amazing time.
- They deal with my obsession with hugs. Even my friends who aren't down with too much physical contact will give in every once in a while and let me give them a hug.
- They call me out on my shit. Sometimes my "spoiled" is showing, sometimes I'm fooling myself, and sometimes I'm just being a selfish b*tch. If I'm wrong, they let me know, and I'm much the better for it.
- They are honest to me - no if, ands, or buts. Good friends know that being a little brutal now is better than the mess that can result later. Clothes and boys are the most often tasks requiring honesty, but the possibilities for when I need their honest opinion have truly proven to be infinite.
- They see things in me that I may not see in myself.
I can only hope that I'm as good of a friend back to you all.
Love,
Katie
So now I'm sitting here with my laptop on Philly's free wireless, and I'm getting drowsy. I'm also noticing that there's barely anyone here, despite the kiosk telling me that the flight was overbooked. In other words... people watching is not an option. So, I figured I'd start typing, and hopefully end up somewhere by the time I get called to board my flight.
I think I'd like to talk about friendship. Kelley, Rach, and Brad are some of my absolute best friends, and spending time with them started making me think about other friends that I've made around the country. I've got friends I love from every city I've ever inhabited, and the best of them all have very similar qualities. Seeing as I'm embarking on building new friendships as we speak, perhaps this is will be a good reminder for me, in addition to being flattering to all you who read this.
So, here's what makes my friends fantastic...
- First of all, they're just fantastically interesting people. My friends happen to be really tops when it comes to people who are making use of the time they're given. Hearing their stories and sharing in their experiences brings such fabulous color into my life.
- My friends support my eccentricities. Sure, everyone thinks that my feelings towards the mixing of brown and black accessories is ridiculous, but I'm passionate about it, so they let me hoot and holler. They also know that sometimes I have to dance, sometimes I have to sing, and sometimes they might want to walk 20 feet behind me. Sure, they might hide behind a corner while I do whatever it is I want to do... but they let me do it, because it makes me happy.
- We can meet up after months or even years apart, and it doesn't screw up our rhythm one bit. Sure, we might have to clarify stories a bit, and our priorities might have changed a bit, but good times will still be had, just like always. (This one's a bit cliche, but I say that's just because it's quintessential to a great friendship.)
- If I'm interested, they're interested. At least for a little while. If I'm excited about something and want to share, my friends will listen. If it's crude, they'll ask for an abbreviated version, if it's uncomfortable, they'll last as long as they can, and if it's nerdy... well, they'll probably love it! Most important part is that they'll at least try to be interested, because it means something to me.
- They know that at the end of the day, we're friends no matter what. Little spat? We'll get over it. Awkward situation? We'll figure out how to get comfortable again. One of us is an idiot? We'll apologize till we're blue in the face, and do everything we can to fix it.
- If one of us is hurting, the other one is hurting. My friends and I have been known to have contagious crying. There have been meltdowns from thousands of miles away, because one of us has hit a rough patch that no one ever deserves to hit. It might mean that sometimes we're carrying a little more baggage than just our own, but it also means that when one of us is happy, the other one is just as happy!
- We can spend hours doing barely anything, and still have an amazing time.
- They deal with my obsession with hugs. Even my friends who aren't down with too much physical contact will give in every once in a while and let me give them a hug.
- They call me out on my shit. Sometimes my "spoiled" is showing, sometimes I'm fooling myself, and sometimes I'm just being a selfish b*tch. If I'm wrong, they let me know, and I'm much the better for it.
- They are honest to me - no if, ands, or buts. Good friends know that being a little brutal now is better than the mess that can result later. Clothes and boys are the most often tasks requiring honesty, but the possibilities for when I need their honest opinion have truly proven to be infinite.
- They see things in me that I may not see in myself.
I can only hope that I'm as good of a friend back to you all.
Love,
Katie
09 July 2010
I WISH I had said this...
"Sometimes, you can kiss someone, and you're like: 'Wow, this is the best thing that has ever happened to my mouth. I love it!' But then sometimes you kiss someone and you're like: 'Get your FACE away from my FACE. Remove your face from mine, and back slowly out of the door. Never text me again.'"
FANTASTIC!!! Tommy Johnagin is a genius, and the whole set was awesome.
Katie
You know you need sleep when...
You're gchatting with your friend Kelley, who is currently at her shore house (which you will be visiting starting this afternoon!!!), and you say: "Oh, wait. You probably don't have internet there, do you?"
WOW.
Love,
Katie
WOW.
Love,
Katie
07 July 2010
The ultimate girl crush
I've got a photo of Marilyn Monroe on my wall. She's sitting biting her pinky nail and balancing cigarette holder perched between her pointer and index finger. Her hair is in that amazing curly bob that she was known for. No matter what pose I've seen her in, this will always be my favorite. It's the only one where she looks like she isn't "turning it on" for the camera. I imagine it's one where the photographer caught her in between posed shots, and managed to capture the sensuality that is all her own, not the sexuality harnessed and churned out by the Hollywood machine.
I've always been attracted to Marilyn, or at least the myth that is Marilyn Monroe. It's never been her story necessarily, for we all know that ended tragically, nor was it her on screen characters per se. There's just always been something about her presence. Unlike other movie stars, who generally make me covet one thing or another about them, Marilyn always seems to invoke a sense of peace in me. She's beauty and sensuality without the guilt in a sense, and despite the fact that she was certainly preened in many ways to become man's ideal, she was in no way cookie-cutter. Some of her most risqué outfits were worn during her more curvaceous periods, and when you see her in them, you're instantly blown away by the confidence radiating from every inch of her body. Whether she truly felt that beautiful at her core or not, it's always been a reminder to me that confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can wear, and that's been a motto I've lived by for quite a long and happy time now.
Anyway, I've been thinking of this particularly today because I found a quote from the Blond Bombshell herself:
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
This quote made me fall even more deeply in love with Marilyn, because it reminded me of something that I've said over and over again, and yet haven't quite stuck with in practice. A man who deserves you is a man that realizes that the good comes with the bad, and as long as the good outweighs the bad, it's worth the effort. (Let us remember that this quote does not give you the right to be a crazy bitch, just the right to be yourself in all your many shades.) And a girl who knows her worth should feel comfortable being herself all of the time, since anyone worth a second thought is going to know just what you have to offer.
But, like I said... when it comes to practicing this nugget of wisdom, I often fall short. Most recently I've been trying to figure out how to have a discussion with a boy about what exactly it is that we're doing. I'm not asking to be his girlfriend by any stretch of the imagination, but knowing whether or not we're seeing other people would probably be a healthy thing to know. (I mean, if he's seeing other girls, you bet your ass I'm going to start letting guys have my number!) Yet, as I've been thinking about bringing it up, I've been coming up with all of the different ways I can say it to sound the least clingy, make it less "serious," and give him the most amount of options (read: outs) possible for response. So, when I read this quote, I remembered something. A man worth my time is not someone who gives me attitude over the simple question of, "Hey, are we sleeping with each other exclusively?"I mean... it's a simple and very important question. I'm not flooding his phone with calls and texts. I'm not getting jealous over this, that, and the other thing. I'm merely asking a question in hopes of a frank answer. When it comes to the crazy scale that I'm capable of... that other girls are capable of??? It's nothing.
So, I encourage myself and you girls (You know what? Guys too! Just switch the genders around.) to listen to Marilyn. You are what you are, if you're my friends I can promise you that you're not bat-shit crazy, and you deserve to have someone that lets you be exactly what you are. So, have the uncomfortable talks, relax about whether or not you have been the one instigating all the texts, and know that someone walking away is a blessing, because it saved you from wasting your time on someone who doesn't deserve any of it.
I also encourage you to read all of these quotes. You'd be surprised how many wonderful things she had to say, and each and every one of them has the possibility of being just the thing you need to get you where you want to go.
Marilyn Monroe's Pearls of Wisdom
Love,
Katie
I've always been attracted to Marilyn, or at least the myth that is Marilyn Monroe. It's never been her story necessarily, for we all know that ended tragically, nor was it her on screen characters per se. There's just always been something about her presence. Unlike other movie stars, who generally make me covet one thing or another about them, Marilyn always seems to invoke a sense of peace in me. She's beauty and sensuality without the guilt in a sense, and despite the fact that she was certainly preened in many ways to become man's ideal, she was in no way cookie-cutter. Some of her most risqué outfits were worn during her more curvaceous periods, and when you see her in them, you're instantly blown away by the confidence radiating from every inch of her body. Whether she truly felt that beautiful at her core or not, it's always been a reminder to me that confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can wear, and that's been a motto I've lived by for quite a long and happy time now.
Anyway, I've been thinking of this particularly today because I found a quote from the Blond Bombshell herself:
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
This quote made me fall even more deeply in love with Marilyn, because it reminded me of something that I've said over and over again, and yet haven't quite stuck with in practice. A man who deserves you is a man that realizes that the good comes with the bad, and as long as the good outweighs the bad, it's worth the effort. (Let us remember that this quote does not give you the right to be a crazy bitch, just the right to be yourself in all your many shades.) And a girl who knows her worth should feel comfortable being herself all of the time, since anyone worth a second thought is going to know just what you have to offer.
But, like I said... when it comes to practicing this nugget of wisdom, I often fall short. Most recently I've been trying to figure out how to have a discussion with a boy about what exactly it is that we're doing. I'm not asking to be his girlfriend by any stretch of the imagination, but knowing whether or not we're seeing other people would probably be a healthy thing to know. (I mean, if he's seeing other girls, you bet your ass I'm going to start letting guys have my number!) Yet, as I've been thinking about bringing it up, I've been coming up with all of the different ways I can say it to sound the least clingy, make it less "serious," and give him the most amount of options (read: outs) possible for response. So, when I read this quote, I remembered something. A man worth my time is not someone who gives me attitude over the simple question of, "Hey, are we sleeping with each other exclusively?"I mean... it's a simple and very important question. I'm not flooding his phone with calls and texts. I'm not getting jealous over this, that, and the other thing. I'm merely asking a question in hopes of a frank answer. When it comes to the crazy scale that I'm capable of... that other girls are capable of??? It's nothing.
So, I encourage myself and you girls (You know what? Guys too! Just switch the genders around.) to listen to Marilyn. You are what you are, if you're my friends I can promise you that you're not bat-shit crazy, and you deserve to have someone that lets you be exactly what you are. So, have the uncomfortable talks, relax about whether or not you have been the one instigating all the texts, and know that someone walking away is a blessing, because it saved you from wasting your time on someone who doesn't deserve any of it.
I also encourage you to read all of these quotes. You'd be surprised how many wonderful things she had to say, and each and every one of them has the possibility of being just the thing you need to get you where you want to go.
Marilyn Monroe's Pearls of Wisdom
Love,
Katie
Oh honey... no
This woman was sitting right behind me on the bus today. (Hence the sneak-attack, odd-angle photo.) At first I thought it was terrible extensions, but now that I'm looking at it more closely, I think she walked out of a hair cut about 1/2 way through. Maybe she cut the front, and she's waiting for a friend to cut the back. I'm not positive, but I know this is wrong. Oh. So. Wrong.
Love,Katie
Love,Katie06 July 2010
Oh man... Fantastic!!!
I had a fantastic 4th of July, folks! Just super! I got to play on an adult slip n' slide (by adult... I mean larger and more conducive to girls with developed chests... not "adult" as in XXX). I ate a delicious cheeseburger that I grilled all by myself. I lost at corn-hole (also not XXX), but managed to keep in good spirits about it. After easily finding a parking spot with my friends, which is unheard of in the Back Bay on the 4th, we watched a 15 min long fireworks show from my rooftop while drinking sangria. We crossed rooftops and made friends with our wealthy neighbors who treated us to patron and a whole host of other high quality liquors on their ice luge. And then, at the end of the night, Antonina and I drunkenly watched the Nadal and Berdych final... by the way, has anyone else noticed the large difference in size between Nadal's left and right forearm??? It's outrageous!!!
I hope you all had as much fun as I did, here's a video to give you an idea of some of the silliness!!!
slip n' slide!!!! Watch till the end, and you'll get to see me being adorably inappropriate, as per usual.
Love,
Katie
I hope you all had as much fun as I did, here's a video to give you an idea of some of the silliness!!!
slip n' slide!!!! Watch till the end, and you'll get to see me being adorably inappropriate, as per usual.
Love,
Katie
02 July 2010
Edible Flowers!!!
Look how amazing these cupcakes are!!!! I'm seriously considering a cupcake tattoo, and something with a fantastic flower icing might just be the ticket!
Love,
Katie
Love,
Katie
29 June 2010
Oh! One more!
I also thought this:
Hehehehe... male pigeons doing a mating dance. Dancy dancy... poofy poofy. All over the place! Ewww....
Love,
Katie
Hehehehe... male pigeons doing a mating dance. Dancy dancy... poofy poofy. All over the place! Ewww....
Love,
Katie
Morning thoughts...
Hello Lovies!
I apologize for my absence. Last week was my company retreat, and I was in the middle of nowhere CT without a minute to write.
Now, today I got up early to go to the gym, because my most recent photos have reminded me that I've fallen off the healthy wagon and rolled down the hill. (I'm still GORGEOUS, don't get me wrong!) Anyhoodle... I was up, and I started having all these thoughts run through my head, and I thought I'd share them in chronological order.
I apologize for my absence. Last week was my company retreat, and I was in the middle of nowhere CT without a minute to write.
Now, today I got up early to go to the gym, because my most recent photos have reminded me that I've fallen off the healthy wagon and rolled down the hill. (I'm still GORGEOUS, don't get me wrong!) Anyhoodle... I was up, and I started having all these thoughts run through my head, and I thought I'd share them in chronological order.
- Oh wow. It's 6 am. Maybe I should go back to sleep. Wait... I'm not tired. Damnit!
- I have everything I need. Oh, wait, no... do I not have headphones? Oh man I almost forgot my shuffle... wait... do I not have the right music on my shuffle? I can't work out.
- I MUST WORK OUT. Did I delete my workout playlist? How am I supposed to work out without my workout playlist? There's no way I can make a playlist in enough time to work out before going to the office.
- WORK OUT, YOU LAZY ASS!!! Okay... genius a Black Eyed Peas song, and just get going.
- Is that a man in my apartment? Who in the world is the MAN in MY APARTMENT? Why is he only in his boxers? Oh... Oooooooh!
- How can the sun be out right now?
- Sir, why are you so angry? It is way too early in the morning to be yelling the F-bomb at people trying to clean the street.
- Take the route with the wind tunnel on the way to work... it's SO FREAKING HOT!
- What's my locker code? AH CRAP...
- Just keep running... just keep running... Hey! How come that old lady looks good in a sports bra and spandex shorts?
- Let's increase the speed the last three minutes.
- SPRINT THE LAST MINUTE!!!!!
- OH MY GOD, I MISCALCULATED AND IT'S NOT THE LAST MINUTE!!!!
- Jog the last minute!!!!
- It's a lovely day, isn't it?
- Ugh, do I only have eggs at home? Why do I never go grocery shopping?
- AH! I WOKE UP THE SLUMBERING MAN! Do I wave? I JUST WAVED!!! I'm so awkward.
- Is it inappropriate to shower when there's a half naked man in your apartment?
- OH MY GOOOOOOOD, THIS WATER IS COLD!
- Ahhhhh... fantastically cold shower.
Love,
Katie
22 June 2010
Soooooo hot!!! Want to touch the heiny!!!
So, today I discovered that Netflix had free streaming of "Gods of Football." All of the rugby teams in Australia pulled their most attractive men to pose for a nude calendar, which was then sold to benefit breast cancer research. (Yay for so many reasons!!!) "Gods of Football" is the documentary of the making of the calendar. In other words... 120 minutes of naked/clothed-but-perfectly-styled men!!!
I was about 80 minutes of giggle-inducing fun in, when I came to the realization that I might be paying attention to a certain feature that most women don't. What might it be?
THIGHS!!!!! I don't quite know why, but the main reason why I think rugby players are the hottest men on earth is the fact that they have outrageously thick thighs. There's something about big strong thighs that just really gets me going... it's actually much more of a primal feeling than I get from any other part of a man. I even get a little hot and bothered when I see big-thighed men in jeans. The way the tough cotton is tighter around their leg... MMMMMMMMMM.
Eh hem... Does this make me weird?
Love,
Katie
I was about 80 minutes of giggle-inducing fun in, when I came to the realization that I might be paying attention to a certain feature that most women don't. What might it be?
THIGHS!!!!! I don't quite know why, but the main reason why I think rugby players are the hottest men on earth is the fact that they have outrageously thick thighs. There's something about big strong thighs that just really gets me going... it's actually much more of a primal feeling than I get from any other part of a man. I even get a little hot and bothered when I see big-thighed men in jeans. The way the tough cotton is tighter around their leg... MMMMMMMMMM.
Eh hem... Does this make me weird?
Love,
Katie
17 June 2010
ENTP
I have a company retreat coming up next week, and they asked us to take the Myers-Briggs test. My result was ENTP, or "The Inventor," which apparently characterizes only 3.2% of the world's population. Proof positive that I'm as unique as I think!!!
Here's apparently what it means about me...
"Clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. The professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. So is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are not only funny, but incisively accurate.
Here's apparently what it means about me...
"Clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. The professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. So is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are not only funny, but incisively accurate.
ENTPs are usually verbally as well as cerebrally quick, and generally love to argue--both for its own sake, and to show off their often-impressive skills. They tend to have a perverse sense of humor as well, and enjoy playing devil's advocate. They sometimes confuse, even inadvertently hurt, those who don't understand or accept the concept of argument as a sport.
ENTPs are as innovative and ingenious at problem-solving as they are at verbal gymnastics; on occasion, however, they manage to outsmart themselves. This can take the form of getting found out at "sharp practice"--ENTPs have been known to cut corners without regard to the rules if it's expedient -- or simply in the collapse of an over-ambitious juggling act. Both at work and at home, ENTPs are very fond of "toys"--physical or intellectual, the more sophisticated the better. They tend to tire of these quickly, however, and move on to new ones.
ENTPs are basically optimists, but in spite of this (perhaps because of it?), they tend to become extremely petulant about small setbacks and inconveniences. (Major setbacks they tend to regard as challenges, and tackle with determination.) ENTPs have little patience with those they consider wrongheaded or unintelligent, and show little restraint in demonstrating this. However, they do tend to be extremely genial, if not charming, when not being harassed by life in general.
In terms of their relationships with others, ENTPs are capable of bonding very closely and, initially, suddenly, with their loved ones. Some appear to be deceptively offhand with their nearest and dearest; others are so demonstrative that they succeed in shocking co-workers who've only seen their professional side. ENTPs are also good at acquiring friends who are as clever and entertaining as they are. Aside from those two areas, ENTPs tend to be oblivious of the rest of humanity, except as an audience -- good, bad, or potential.
Now it's your turn!!! Myers-Briggs Personality Test
Love,
Katie
16 June 2010
Giggles...
In light of yesterday's temporary and premature quarter-life crisis, I thought I'd make a list of some of the small things that never fail to make me giggle to myself.
- Big, tattooed men walking little, yappy dogs.
- Rolling my ankle in front of a large group of people.
- Strangers trying to pick their nose/smell their pits/fix their hair without anyone noticing, and failing miserably.
- This only happened once... but a couple days ago a woman nailed her son (a toddler) with her purse, and the kid barely batted an eye. I cracked up in front of everyone on the bus.
- People accidentally wearing clothing inside out.
- Open flies on guys who give off an "air of douche."
- The fact that everyone in the office has to walk past me to get to the bathroom, and they are all self-conscious about it.
- Accidentally typing "go tit" instead of "got it."
- Seeing a line outside of the men's room.
- Stupid things that come out of guys mouths when they are trying to seduce you. The list of things I've heard is long, inappropriate, and hilarious!
- Anything miniature.
- People wearing "surf inspired" clothing by Hollister, which is located inland in California... not on the beach.
- Hair gel.
Love,
Katie
- Big, tattooed men walking little, yappy dogs.
- Rolling my ankle in front of a large group of people.
- Strangers trying to pick their nose/smell their pits/fix their hair without anyone noticing, and failing miserably.
- This only happened once... but a couple days ago a woman nailed her son (a toddler) with her purse, and the kid barely batted an eye. I cracked up in front of everyone on the bus.
- People accidentally wearing clothing inside out.
- Open flies on guys who give off an "air of douche."
- The fact that everyone in the office has to walk past me to get to the bathroom, and they are all self-conscious about it.
- Accidentally typing "go tit" instead of "got it."
- Seeing a line outside of the men's room.
- Stupid things that come out of guys mouths when they are trying to seduce you. The list of things I've heard is long, inappropriate, and hilarious!
- Anything miniature.
- People wearing "surf inspired" clothing by Hollister, which is located inland in California... not on the beach.
- Hair gel.
Love,
Katie
15 June 2010
Cupcakes...
Really do make just about everything better!!! Here are some fun ones I've found:
KISScakes!!!
Foodie Cupcakes
GLEE CUPCAKES!!! YES!!!
Love,
Katie
Down the Rabbit Hole We Go...
I’ve been procrastinating all day, and I realized after a little while that it was because I had something on my mind. Sometimes I get so in my head about who I am, where I’m supposed to be, and how I’m going to get there, that I can’t spare a thought for the work that’s right in front of me. I’ve been considering calling one of you all to hash it out, but then I realized that I needed to understand what it is exactly that I’m feeling first, so… that’s where I am now.
What’s been on my mind is my potential. I’m going to try my best to not sound like a whining brat, which I can tell just by my own passing thoughts will be a tight-rope walk. Hopefully you all will stick with me, and maybe you can help me sort it out.
So, I’m going to take a leap and assume that all of you and I can agree on the fact that I have potential… yes? In order to get the ball rolling on this, it really is necessary to relax my humility for just a moment. (Please excuse me.) I’m intelligent, well educated, healthy, financially independent by 23 years of age, and wholeheartedly supported by a family that also fits all of those aforementioned qualities. Besides struggling with severe self-esteem issues for the latter half of my teens, my life has been spared any major trauma that would hinder my growth, and I always seem to find a home with friends wherever I may go. In other words, I’m primed to “be successful at anything I choose to tackle,” as my father has told me time and time again.
With all of this “potential” flying in front of me, I can’t help but be stricken by one, nagging question: Do I even WANT to be this person that everyone is telling me I can be? I mention business, and all the sudden we’re talking about being a CEO. I mention medicine, and I’m a chief of surgery. I tell my mother I’d like to be a bartender for a while after college, and I’m “squandering my potential.” I was recently hired just upon the understanding that I have potential, and I find myself spending inordinate amounts of time worrying about if I’m meeting expectations, much to the detriment of actually doing and enjoying my job.
Now, a consideration must be made. As I’m sure all of you know, since every single one of you also happens to be brimming with it, potential comes with the pressure to measure up. Psychologists all over the world have been talking about the effect of building up children’s personal expectations – resulting in anxiety-stricken adolescents unable to cope with the idea of failure. What happens when the child that has been told they can do anything they set their mind to, finally figures out they can’t? Would it be better if we tempered our child’s expectations, or would we merely stunt their drive? Our generation is full of people on anti-anxiety medication, attempting to quiet the constant playback of the world telling them they have to live up to what they can be in the future, rather then celebrate what they are right now.
I often become melodramatic and wonder if all of my decisions have been because of this pressure, and it goes both ways. Did I stop my course to medical school because I wasn’t sure I’d be the great doctor I was told I could be? And on the other side of the coin, who would I be now if I had allowed myself to consider going to a small liberal arts school instead of only applying to schools in the Top 10 rankings? I tell myself that this isn’t the case, (I loved anthropology, and the fact that I feared medical school shouldn’t color that fact that I chose to pursue something I loved. I wouldn’t have found any better fit than an Ivy League school, because it was filled with people who challenged me to determine what made me special.) but often in my pursuit of self-understanding, I’m not so convinced. Hence, in this debate over what I truly want to be versus what I can be, the lines of clarity are often blurred by not knowing the role played by my fear of failure.
So, shoot to me now. I’m in the kind of job that my potential would approve of highly. Done correctly, I’m on a straight track to business school and upper management. Yet, on days like today I sit at my desk for an indefinite amount of time thinking about how I don’t feel at all satisfied by this fact. Instead, I visualize years of work ahead of me spent attempting to be the embodiment of all of my abilities. I move on to wonder if I’m really just lazy at my core, and no career will fulfill me because I’d rather be exploring, reading, dancing, or really doing anything that doesn’t involve working. I shake the thought out of my head, deciding that I can’t be lazy if I’ve gotten as far in life as I have, and move on to the next train of thoughts. Could it just be that I haven’t found something I’m passionate about? How in the world do I go about figuring out what I’m passionate about now, when years of education and travel haven’t told me? What if what I want to be has nothing to do with the potential that everyone has seen in me?
It’s then that I start to picture living on an island somewhere, wearing a swimsuit 6 days out of 7, and taking people out for scuba diving trips. Or, I picture myself going back to school, finishing my pre-med credits, and becoming a doctor. (Then I freak out… because that would be a long and bumpy road.) I think about going to culinary school and becoming a food critic. I ponder the possibility of partnering with a baker and starting a cupcake shop. I think about becoming a teacher or a professor. Perhaps I could go back to France and teach ESL. I think of being a travel writer, and weaving my adventures into stories.
Then I stop. None of these things fit this idea of “me” that I’ve been attempting to be all my life. (Well, doctor does… but the general anxiety that ensues kind of makes that a moot point.) What would happen if I became a scuba guide? Would I be “squandering my potential?” Would the knowledge of what I could be take up permanent residency in the back of my mind, pestering me every day? Would I look back at one point and realize that I had just freaked out about the idea of having to work hard? Do I have complete tunnel vision when it comes to my understanding of success? (That one’s a yes… I know that for sure.)
Somewhere in that long string of questions I loop back around and convince myself that I’m actually on the right path. Business is what makes sense. And then there I am… right at the beginning again, wondering if I’m actually doing what I want to do with my life.
So, what do I do, my loves? Do I quit my bitching and realize that I’m living the high life? Do I relax about my job, and instead spend my worry-free time contemplating what I’d really like to do with my life? Do I start looking into culinary school? Perhaps I should just take a Saturday and not do anything for once. It’s highly likely that my mind is just on overload. Or maybe I need to completely rework my values, create a way of understanding that actually fits the life I might like to live. An enormous dose of “SNAP OUT OF IT,” is most certainly in order, but mainly… I think I need to be 23-years-old, and find a few ways to be stupid and carefree.
Love,
Katie
I need rest...
Hey there everyone!
You ever have one of those weekends where you're more exhausted at the end of it then you were before it started? Given how absolutely ridiculous last week was, I didn't think it was possible. Yesterday I even chose to work from home to try and recuperate... only to spend 5 hours putting together furniture. (I twisted so many screws that my right thumb turned red and started swelling...)
What I'm trying to say is that I had a fun weekend, but still can't get a coherent thought together about which I can blog. In the meantime... here are some things I have learned.
- Ikea has good phone service until you hit the actual storage facility. If you try and take a business call there... you will break up every few minutes, and you'll also have to cover the mouth piece every time the speaker system starts: "Attention Ikea shoppers..." It will be nerve wracking.
- Ikea is a time warp. 15 minutes on the inside is 3 hours to the outside world.
- Sting is stupendous in "Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels." Who knew he could be so bad-ass?
- Best hangover breakfast: Cheese omelet with a side of PB&J.
- Almost everyone I know in Boston likes having their butt slapped.
- Kickball people really and truly are the best people in the world.
- It's extremely tempting to ignore all of my "potential," and just go and do something that will make me happy every day of my life.
- Be completely oblivious to boys... and they will come.
- As long as I stay relaxed, I can kick ass at flip cup.
- I truly do live up to the name Chickaboom.
- Showers are way more fun with company.
- Waking up early to do work is a great idea, until you leave your keys to the office at home.
- Buck Hunter is harder than it looks.
- Tequila is an upper.
- I have amazing self-control, until I don't want to... ;-)
- Mega Tots at Trident are not nearly as delicious as they seem like they would be.
- Using your blackberry in the passenger seat of a car will make you carsick.
- "Flashlights" don't look like what I thought they'd look like.
Love,
Katie
09 June 2010
07 June 2010
Pub-Cake Crawl!!!
Hello my loves!
Saturday several members of my kickball team got together for a Pub-Cake Crawl. From 3:00-8:00 we hopped from a bakery/cupcake shop to a pub and back... and it was FANTASTIC!!! My submission for the homemade round marked Week 1 for my baking adventures!!!! I've made these before, but not this recipe, and not this delicious... get ready... it's a FEAST for the EYES!!!
Irish Car Bomb Cupcakes
(Adjusted recipe... hehe.)
Step 1: Chocolate Guinness Cakes - Breathe it in... There is nothing that smells more delicious then Guinness, butter, and cocoa powder simmering in a pan... NOTHING!!!
Step 2: You don't have time to make chocolate ganache this weekend, and last time it turned out a mess, so hide Hershey's Kisses in the cupcakes by dropping them upside-down in the batter before tossing the pan in the oven. One might peek out... but no worries.
Step 3: Make Bailey's Icing - Forget to eat breakfast and wind up slightly tipsy from getting a little too liberal with your icing tasting. There should also be a good sugar buzz going on from sampling the Hershey's Kisses.
Step 4: Drop enormous dollops of icing on cooled cakes and spread. Yes, it would be nice to create fun icing decorations, but you're supposed to be in Somerville in an hour, and you haven't even showered!
Step 5: Marvel at how delicious they look, and convince yourself not to eat one. You said you'd bring 2 dozen, and 2 dozen you will bring!
Step 6: Store extra Bailey's icing for breakfast tomorrow... that's right... morning buzz is kind of fun!!!
Step 7: Pick up a cupcake and almost eat it, and then put it back down!!! YOU WILL RESIST TEMPTATION!!!
Step 8: Eat frosting to try and fill the cupcake-sized whole in your heart.
Step 9: Fill up enormous tupperware with all the cupcakes, put the lids on so that you can pretend they're not there, and get in the shower!!! You're running horribly late!!!
Step 10: Carry heavy cupcakes on the T for your 45 min commute to Somerville. Get confused when a guy asks if he can have one of your "cookies."
Step 11: Eat a cupcake on the front porch of a friend's house while you're waiting for them to arrive. Curse the gods for making it 90 degrees outside - a temperature not conducive to icing staying solid or mass consumption of sugar and/or alcohol.
Step 12: Try and write a blog post and realize you really should have taken more photos. Especially one of everyone enjoying your cupcakes. Oops!
Love,
Katie
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