Sunday post!!

Alright ladies and gents... I need you all to send me happy thoughts again. I've got 4 hours of interviews starting tomorrow at 9:00 am. So cross your fingers, do a good luck dance, try and send me every bit of knowledge you have so that I don't stick my foot in my mouth, anything!!!!!

Together, we can totally land a job, right???

Love,
Katie

Score!!

This is why it's good to like guys that are "quirky." And why I should have been and engineer.

www.phdcomics.com

HOL-Y CRAP!!!

This... wow...

Strawberry Basket...

I don't know why... but I always skip over this cupcake for my blog posts. It's not quite as striking as the others, I guess... but it is adorable. So, here's the strawberry basket cupcake!!

Isn't it so pretty?!

Love,

Katie

Inspiration...?

I am lacking in blogtastic inspiration today. Last night after winning 2 kickball games in a row, (What, What??!!! Go Alcoballics!!!) and going on to sing karaoke until 2 am... My creative juices are dripping like a leaky faucet, rather then raining down like a spectacular waterfall.

So, while I wait for my brain to wake up, I thought I'd enlist your help. I need karaoke inspiration for next week. What should I sing??? To give you an idea... here's what I've sung previously:

1. Crazy - Patsy Cline
2. Fever - Peggy Lee
3. Love is a Battlefield - Pat Benatar (This didn't go as great as I had hoped.)
4. Black Velvet - Alannah Myles... gonna have to try this solo
5. Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio
6. Curbside Prophet - Jason Mraz
7. I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
8. Give Me One Reason - Tracy Chapman
9. Midnight Train to Georgia - Gladys Night
10. Rolling on the River - CCR Version

I know 100% that I will sing Killing Me Softly next time, since a bitch stole it from me last night... but I need something peppy to go along with it.

Help!!

Love,
Katie

Why I'm Badass...

Because I will rock 5 inch heels, even after stepping on a piece of glass. That's why.

I. Love. Me.

Love,

Katie

Oopsie Daisy!

So, I have this habit of stretching over the back of my chair while I sit. It's fairly regular for someone that has to stay seated for long periods of time. Today, however, it became dangerous.

It's all because of my dress. Here's my dress... (sketchy office bathroom mirror-style).

Note the silk up top... since silk doesn't stretch.

So... I'm in my chair... I reach my hands behind my head and lean back... I look down towards my computer... and I see...

MY BRA... 3/4 of my bra-covered-boobs coming out of the top of my dress!!! Holy cow's milk and one-eyed leprechauns - the twins were out!!!!!!!! (Louis and Clark, if I haven't already informed you... they like to go on expeditions.)

My reaction? Was it to put my arms down and gingerly pluck the front of my dress up? No... of course not. I let out a: "Waa!" and snatched at my dress, and then furtively looked around the office (while still clutching the silk) to see if anyone had noticed. Thank goodness Joni has decided to ignore all of my nonsensical utterances. Oh... and that Lou didn't turn around.

Love,
Katie