Happy Valentine's Day to all of the loves of my life!!!!!
Love,
Katie
14 February 2010
11 February 2010
Making these STAT!!
I'm so pumped to make these Chocolate Soufflé Cupcakes with Mint Icing. They're going to be out of this world!!
Love,
Katie
Rough Morning...
So, after yesterday's debacle, I was really excited to get into my car with our spare keys. Little did I know, the keys might not be the issue. Yes, my friends, my alarm went off yet again!!
Frustrated, I went back to the original keys, desperate to make them work. I took out the rubber ring, thinking that it might be getting in the way of the connection, and low and behold!! The car key started lighting up when I pushed the buttons. "HOORAY!!!" I shouted.
I rushed downstairs with the key, hit the button... nothing. I figured if the key was at least working electrically, maybe I could get in my car. Open the door... ALARM!!
AHHHH!!!! I ran upstairs, grabbed my bike, made for the garage door, and.... NEARLY RAN INTO IT!! Apparently, my father hadn't reconnected the brakes after taking apart my bike to transport it. So, in my dress, I set to work only to realize that I don't know how to reconnect the brakes. It looked simple enough, but one of them appeared to be stuck, and I couldn't pull the cable over far enough on the other to latch it correctly.
Getting a bit irate, I stood up to find that I had gotten GREASE on my DRESS!!!! I swore, came up with a new aim acronym (Pain In My F*in Ass... PIMFA), hauled my bike back in, grabbed my coat, and walked to work.
I rolled my ankle on the cobble stones.
Love,
Katie
Frustrated, I went back to the original keys, desperate to make them work. I took out the rubber ring, thinking that it might be getting in the way of the connection, and low and behold!! The car key started lighting up when I pushed the buttons. "HOORAY!!!" I shouted.
I rushed downstairs with the key, hit the button... nothing. I figured if the key was at least working electrically, maybe I could get in my car. Open the door... ALARM!!
AHHHH!!!! I ran upstairs, grabbed my bike, made for the garage door, and.... NEARLY RAN INTO IT!! Apparently, my father hadn't reconnected the brakes after taking apart my bike to transport it. So, in my dress, I set to work only to realize that I don't know how to reconnect the brakes. It looked simple enough, but one of them appeared to be stuck, and I couldn't pull the cable over far enough on the other to latch it correctly.
Getting a bit irate, I stood up to find that I had gotten GREASE on my DRESS!!!! I swore, came up with a new aim acronym (Pain In My F*in Ass... PIMFA), hauled my bike back in, grabbed my coat, and walked to work.
I rolled my ankle on the cobble stones.
Love,
Katie
10 February 2010
Fantastic...
Today, an incident with my car reminded me of something from my time abroad. Here's a snippet from my FrancoFiles:
So, I believe that I am the only person I know who can get themselves locked INTO their apartment. That’s right folks; I can’t get out of my apartment today until someone in my host family returns from work or school. This might sound odd, but even though I got into the building last night, I can’t find my keys anywhere. I have gone so far as to rifle through my trash, lift up my bed frame, everything.
This, lads and ladies, is why you shouldn't have a lock that requires a key on BOTH SIDES. I spent the entire day loafing around my room, desperately awaiting the return of someone, ANYONE, to let me in.
Today, I got locked out, but not of my apartment. I got locked out of my car... while the keys were still in my hand. WHAT??!! The battery ran out of my key for the car... I replaced them... the key decided it didn't want to work.
At this point, I'm thinking: "Hey, thank goodness I've got the kind of car keys that actually use a key, and not one of those futuristic ones that would leave me defenseless." I was wrong... so wrong.
As it turns out, Range Rover doesn't want you to go making a copy of your car key. That's how beautiful cars get stolen (even if they're your dad's old model, and are falling apart in every way imaginable. Honestly, I have to pump the breaks every time I start the car, so as not to end up backing up into another car in the garage due to lack of pressure.)
So, what happened? This morning, I walk myself down to the garage and put my key in the door. The door unlocked (hallelujah!), but as I opened the door... something strange happened. MY ALARM WENT OFF!!!! I couldn't hit the unlock button, putting the key in the door obviously didn't work, so I tried to turn the car on. DENIED!!! Maybe it was just a fluke?? NO!!! I probably woke up everyone in my garage attempting to figure out how to get the alarm off, realizing finally that the only way to do so was to lock the car and walk away.
This seemed odd, but made sense security wise, so I figured I'd walk to work, go get different batteries, and try again when I got home, but I realized something...
See, yesterday, when I bought the batteries... I got in my car with the key completely dead. I started the car with the key dead. I drove my car with the keys dead. The car didn't yell at me until this morning, when it was freezing outside, and I had to get to the office early because of new client meetings.
What, seriously, is up with my car???
Love,
Katie
So, I believe that I am the only person I know who can get themselves locked INTO their apartment. That’s right folks; I can’t get out of my apartment today until someone in my host family returns from work or school. This might sound odd, but even though I got into the building last night, I can’t find my keys anywhere. I have gone so far as to rifle through my trash, lift up my bed frame, everything.
This, lads and ladies, is why you shouldn't have a lock that requires a key on BOTH SIDES. I spent the entire day loafing around my room, desperately awaiting the return of someone, ANYONE, to let me in.
Today, I got locked out, but not of my apartment. I got locked out of my car... while the keys were still in my hand. WHAT??!! The battery ran out of my key for the car... I replaced them... the key decided it didn't want to work.
At this point, I'm thinking: "Hey, thank goodness I've got the kind of car keys that actually use a key, and not one of those futuristic ones that would leave me defenseless." I was wrong... so wrong.
As it turns out, Range Rover doesn't want you to go making a copy of your car key. That's how beautiful cars get stolen (even if they're your dad's old model, and are falling apart in every way imaginable. Honestly, I have to pump the breaks every time I start the car, so as not to end up backing up into another car in the garage due to lack of pressure.)
So, what happened? This morning, I walk myself down to the garage and put my key in the door. The door unlocked (hallelujah!), but as I opened the door... something strange happened. MY ALARM WENT OFF!!!! I couldn't hit the unlock button, putting the key in the door obviously didn't work, so I tried to turn the car on. DENIED!!! Maybe it was just a fluke?? NO!!! I probably woke up everyone in my garage attempting to figure out how to get the alarm off, realizing finally that the only way to do so was to lock the car and walk away.
This seemed odd, but made sense security wise, so I figured I'd walk to work, go get different batteries, and try again when I got home, but I realized something...
See, yesterday, when I bought the batteries... I got in my car with the key completely dead. I started the car with the key dead. I drove my car with the keys dead. The car didn't yell at me until this morning, when it was freezing outside, and I had to get to the office early because of new client meetings.
What, seriously, is up with my car???
Love,
Katie
05 February 2010
Creepy... AWESOME!!!
I didn't necessarily think that creepy could be awesome. I mean, perhaps when it's your guy friend doing a horrific job of hitting on a girl at a bar. Even then, that's not really awesome for everyone... just you. This, however, is creepy-awesome for everyone!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSOME!!!!
Love,
Katie
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