Surprising...

See if you can figure out what's special about these sunflowers... mwahahaha!!

Love,

Katie

While reading through marketing blogs and recent Nielsen data, I came across this photo. Normally I don't notice the photos accompanying the written results, but this one struck me. How many of you have seen "older" men and women that look like this?? The man has pectoral muscles, and the woman has a taught neck and what appears to be a rounded upper boob, not to mention that they're both better toned than most people my age... to which I say: "Whaaaaaa??!!"

If you happen to remember the post I had about plastic surgery gone wrong, I pose this photo as part of the problem. Since when did the beauty of aging become the beauty of trying to look 30 for the rest of your life? How can we possibly have a healthy attitude towards our own maturation, if every photo we see is telling us that we're not doing it "correctly?" During a random work assignment, I started talking to a woman in the office about face-lift procedures, to which she responded, "I laughed a hell of a lot to get these wrinkles, thank you. I'd like to keep them."

Why can't more of us be like my sassy coworker? Although the aches and pains are sure to be a headache, I'd like to think that I'll be able to look at the progression of my face and body as a reminder of all of the experiences I've had. Perhaps the idea of erasing my wrinkles could be a sort of blasphemy, or at least regarded as a regrettable act - like the fading of my favorite scar over the years, taking the story with it.

Do you think it's possible? Or will I hit 30 and immediately see my bourgeoning wrinkles as a constant reminder of the fact that my best days are behind me? Is there a way to disassociate aging from the loss of experience and excitement?

Love,
Katie

But who can be an asshole...

When they provide you with such awesome photos of cupcakes to look at??!!

It's a cupcake! It's a pie! Wait... what??

You know you love it...

Love,

Katie

General Musings...

I think it's about time I sit and write something on this blog again. Links and cupcakes do not a blog make... no matter how awesome they are. Anyhoodle, recently I've been wondering if I'm a shithead. You know? Like... sometimes I sit and think about the thoughts that go through my head throughout the day, and the way I act, and it just hits me. I'm an asshole.


Let's think about this...

- I have never been in a relationship for more than 3 months. Why? Because I freak out at 3 months (or less) and convince myself that one moment more in the relationship will be the end of me. Most of the time it's not an issue, because it wouldn't have worked out in the end... but I've got one or two where I kick myself about ending it. And then, I realize that whatever I'm thinking is useless, because the guys are the ones that got dumped out of the blue! They never saw it coming! I was all cuddles and laughing and then BOOM!!! Shit move... although I guess it could be argued that cooling the jets for a while before ending it isn't all roses and sunshine either.

- I totally gossip about what women are wearing from 5 feet away from them. I'm pretty sure I've been heard at least a few times. If I overheard some stranger trash-talking me from 5 feet away, I think I'd cry.

- I judge fat people eating junk food, even though I happen to be carrying some extra heft myself.

- I have no patience with my mother. Anyone else in the world can ask me to do a simple favor, and I'd be happy to do it. My mom asks me to put away the dishes, and I act like she's just told me to impale myself on a white-hot poker.

- I ignore homeless people. I'm also very uncomfortable around mentally handicapped people and children.

- I would much rather a competitor fail than put in extra work to beat them. (I'm currently competing with every intern at this office, and I'm secretly plotting their demise.)

- I have no qualms taking the last of anything. If there's only one slice of cake left, it sucks that you didn't happen to get to it first.

- I make snap judgments about people based on their level of education. I always allow for them to prove me wrong, but that doesn't get rid of the fact that I came into things with a preconceived notion of their intellect.

- When I'm drunk, all the shit things I've been wanting to say to people come out. At the time, I think I'm being sassy. Many people have told be to drop one of the "S's" and the "Y," in order to give a more accurate description.

- I'm a flirt. It's apparently my innate manner of interaction. I'll stop if someone tells me to stop, but then I'll pout in the corner for at least a few minutes, and think about how mad I am at him/her for ending my fun... I might think they're jealous once or twice during those few minutes...

... and now I'm going to stop, because the idea of this list getting any longer is frightening. Guys... I think I might be an asshole!!!

Love,
Assy McAsserface

Want to giggle??

I am a HUGE supporter of giggling. I think laughing beats any other activity you can think of... YES. ALL OF THEM. My good friend Kelley, knowing how I love to sit and giggle at work, sent me this lovely blog:

Sleep Talkin' Man

Although I'm confused as to when this lady listens to the hours of recordings of her husband, this blog is a list of all of the crazy stuff he says while dreaming. One of my personal favorites? "Badger tickling: Proceed with caution."

Love,
Katie

Can't forget...

The cupcakes!!!

You've got to check this woman out... she makes the most AMAZING baked goods. Teddy bear cake that actually sits up and looks like a teddy bear??!! Yes, yes she did that.

Love,

Katie

Most certainly something I want...

www.yankodesign.com

It would be the end of crazy extension chords that you can never find when you need them, and are either too short or so long that they get all tangled!!!! Yippee!

Love,

Katie