Friday, August 30, 2013

High Five for Friday!

I’m sooooooooo so glad it’s Friday. I have never wanted it to be Friday so badly in my life. Yesterday, my boss told me that our general manager was thinking about closing the office early today. I’m hoping this means more like 2:00 and not like 4:45.

Since I’m so glad it’s Friday, I’m going to hook up with Desiree over at Macke Monologues and Abby at Is this how Parenting Works? and celebrate Friday by High-Fiving! Woo WOO!
  1.  I got to spend a little time with my best friend, Kylie, from college last night. We haven’t seen each other since we graduated and we picked up right where we left off.  It was great. She bought me the Great Gatsby on blu-ray for my birthday so we watched that last night and just hung out and reminisced. I also got to have lunch with my old roommate, Michelle, yesterday. It was just an all-around good day.
  2. Eric bought a smoker this week, so that is in our plans for tomorrow. He bought a bunch of ribs that he’s going to smoke while some friends are over to watch the Husker game. (Yes, we’re Husker Fans. Sorry not sorry. Go Big Red!)
  3.    I don’t think anyone in the office is doing any actual work today. I think we’re all just waiting for our boss to tell us we can all go home.
  4.    Morgi has been crazy lately! She has been so full of energy! Eric took the day off today and as I was getting ready for work in our spare bedroom, he was lying on the bed with Morgan and she was just going nuts! I’ve never seen her that crazy at 6:45 in the morning before.
  5.   I’m wearing a dress today, and I didn’t shave my legs. So what. I have sensitive skin and I hate shaving. So. Much. Work. Also, I pretty much wear dresses every day. (Dresses = No Pants. No pants = Happy Kate.)
So here is a High Five for Friday and a High Five for No Pants!

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

People let me tell ya bout my best friend...

MY BEST FRIEND IS COMING TO TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
We're the girl version of Rob and Big

I'm so excited I cant even contain myself. I haven't seen my best friend, Kylie, since we graduated from college. It's been two and a half years. We have the type of friendship where we can go a month without talking to each other and pick right back up where we left off.
Remember the Alamo!

The day Kylie and I met was the first day of our writing for the media class sophomore year of college. We randomly sat next to each other not knowing that one day, we'd be best friends. Our first assignment that day was to write a short article about the person sitting next to us. That's where our ridiculousness started.

We had some great times together. So many inside jokes and so many funny one liners. I think everyone has that one friend.

I promise we did more than just drink :)
Our majors in college were very similar. Mine was Mass Communication and Graphic Design and hers was Corporate Communication and Graphic Design. So we had a TON of classes together. We raised some hell in these classes. In our graphic design classes, we would spend a lot of time in the lab at night working on projects, drinking booze out of water bottles. (We're classy like that.) We used to go out almost every Tuesday night, and have plenty of stories to tell in our 8 am Wednesday morning class. We had many late night taco bell runs, cheap seat movies, and me making fun of how poorly she handles cold weather (She's from San Antonio). We even made a parkour club at our college. There was 4 of us in it. None of us knew parkour. Morningside College Hardcore Parkour Club.
Typical

We went through a lot together. Break-ups. College trouble. Sports trouble. You name it. we survived it.We've never gotten in a fight, because we both know that there are way worse things in life that could happen than fighting with your best friend. We once spent and entire week over Thanksgiving break together. Driving 14 hours straight to San Antonio and 14 hours back home, and we still didn't hate each other. We didn't talk for a few days, and neither of us got upset about it and we were still best friends.

Lately, I've been getting pretty nostalgic about my college days. If I could go back and do it all again, I would in a heartbeat, as long as Kylie could be by my side. We just had so much fun. I just don't think there is anyway to really describe our relationship other than that we're just best friends. Simple as that.
Anyone seen the Reba episode where Barbara Jean recaps her vacation?




Monday, August 26, 2013

You say it's your Birthday!

There is no doubt about it. I am the most spoiled person on this planet. I know it. My boyfriend knows it. My parents know it. I. Am. Spoiled. It was very apparent this weekend when we celebrated my birthday. I got lots of gifts and had lots of fun.

www.missme.com
Now some of you may know this, but I’ve been receiving birthday gifts since about the beginning of August. I got a beautiful birthstone necklace from the boyfriend and a pair of Coach sunglasses from his mom. Well his mom didn’t stop with just the sunglasses. On Saturday, my actual birthday, she gave me two pretty expensive shirts and, wait for it, a pair of Miss Me jeans. Yes, you read that right. A pair. Of Miss Me. Jeans. I don’t know about you, but the most expensive pair of jeans I’ve ever owned cost me like $40. My trusty ‘ol Levi’s 518s. You can’t go wrong with those. So when I opened the gift bag that contained these jeans, I was pumped! Although I did have to exchange them for a different pair/size (Damn you Scheels for not having the pair I wanted in chubby girl sizes!).  I still got a pretty cute pair. Now if the temperature could drop about 30 degrees, I could wear them. It’s going to be in the upper 90’s all this week and HUMID. If you’ve never been to Iowa and don’t know the humidity that exists here, you’re lucky.

www.fossil.com

The boyfriend also got me another gift aside from the gorgeous necklace. He got me a new Fossil watch that is straight blingin’. Seriously, I have to wear sunglasses to see what time it is.  He clearly knows me very well. He knows about my obsession with watches and my obsession for anything sparkly, and combined the two into a one sweet ass birthday gift.

The parents and coworkers did not disappoint either. I got some jewelry from my coworkers. I’ll have to tell you later about a recent fiasco I had involving my jewelry I used to have later. And my parents got me a Blu-ray player. The DVD player that we had been using once roamed the earth with the dinosaurs and crapped out on us last week. We weren’t able to watch True Blood aka Vampire Porn all week.

The events of my birthday were also pretty great. Eric and I had date night on Friday. We ate at Hu Hot, where I got a free meal, and went to a movie at the cheap seats. The cheap seats play movies that are just now coming out on DVD and tickets are only $3.50 a piece. It’s the only way we can afford to go to the movie. On Saturday, my parents came to town and met up with us and Eric’s parents for dinner at my favorite bar/pizza place.

It was a pretty awesome weekend. I got spoiled and had a blast.

On Sunday, we did nothing but lounge in our pajamas. Watched Shutter Island on the new blu-ray player and later watched the VMA’s.


By the way, can we all take a moment of silence for the loss of Miley Cyrus’s dignity?


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Big Deal. So What.

I'm taking a little cue from Abby over at Is this How Parenting Works? and Desiree over at Macke Monologues and partaking in So What Wednesday!
  • It's my birthday week. That has been my excuse for everything this week.
  • So what if I'm drinking wine instead of going to the gym.
  • So what if I'm getting my nails done tomorrow instead of going to the gym.
  • So what if I'm doing anything other than going to the gym this week.
I know I'm going to regret not going to the gym this week, but I just need a week to relax. It's just so happens to be my birthday week I choose to relax during.

  • My parents and Eric's parents are meeting for the first time this weekend. If anyone knows my crazy parents... they know this could be a disaster. My parents are N.U.T.S. Straight up crazy. They could have their own reality show.
  • We're entering Morg Dog into a contest this weekend to find the face of a play going on here in town. The play is about a dog, and they need pictures of dogs for posters to display around town and in the theater. The cost is $15, but it all goes towards the Siouxland Humand Society and I'm all about that. Plus Morgan is a shoo in. Have you seen how photogenic she is?
  • I've already gotten two early birthday gifts. I pair of very expensive Coach sunglasses from Eric's mom, and a very nice birthstone necklace from Eric. I still have another gift coming from Eric. Everyone at work thinks it's a ring. I don't think so. But.... I wouldn't be mad at that.
  • We bought Morgan a new bone this week. She doesn't give a shit about us anymore. We're pretty much chopped liver. All she does is chew on this bone. All. The. Time. I'm afraid for when this bone is gone... she's going to be sooo bored.
  • Because it's my birthday on Saturday... I don't really care about anything this week. I'm doing what I want, when I want. I deserve it. I've survived 25 years on this planet. Take that, life.

Monday, August 19, 2013

On a stick.

There are a few things Iowa is famous for.
  • Corn
  • Livestock
  • Obesity
Where can you find all three of these things? The Iowa State Fair.
This weekend I made a trip to Des Moines with my mom to meet up with my sister-in-law to go to the state fair. If you've never been to the Iowa State Fair, you need to work it into your vacation plans for next summer. The Iowa State Fair is the oldest and one of the biggest in the country. You definitely don't want to miss it.

You have your choice of over 50 different kinds of food on a stick including a pork chop on a stick, cheesecake on a stick, bacon on a stick and deep fried butter on a stick. And no, that last one is not a joke, they actually served deep fried butter on a stick at the fair last year.
This year's food on a stick was a shrimp corn dog. It was fantastic.
(and yes, I'm wearing a Dude, It's Beef shirt.)


The Iowa State Fair is also where you can find livestock and American figures sculpted out of butter. If you've never seen the movie Butter, I highly suggest you watch it on Netflix.

This infamous Butter Cow
(This one falls under the Livestock and Obesity categories.)

A buttery Honest Abe.

If you didn't read about the butter cow being vandalized... read about it here!

The livestock aspect of the fair is the main reason behind the State Fair. It's like going to the zoo, but only farm animals. We got to meet the Super Bull this year.
Squirt the Bull - all 3,032 pounds of him.

Our main goal of the Iowa State Fair this year was not to see how much friend food we could eat, but to see how many pictures in different cutouts we could take.
 
Top: Beware the 2 headed State Trooper, B is as tall as the corn, I make a nice turkey leg.
Middle: We make some beautiful State Fair ribbons
Bottom: Dancing Away, Milking the Butter Cow, Future Farmers of America

If you think the State Fair isn't for you, think again. There is so much to do and see and if you can't find anything to do, there is always some quality people watching to be had.
 
If you want some really good entertainment head over to the People of the Iowa State Fair Facebook page!



Wednesday, August 14, 2013

What would Jimmy Buffett do?

I'll tell you what Jimmy Buffett wouldn't do. He wouldn't get trashed at his concert and not remember it.

 
For your listening pleasure.

I am a self proclaimed Parrot Head. Through and through. Always have been. Always will be. When I found out that Jimmy Buffett was finally coming to the Midwest I absolutely had to go. Unfortunately, not many of my 20-something friends enjoy Mr. Buffett as much as I do.

It was about a year ago and He was putting on shows in Des Moines and Omaha and I knew I'd be going to at least one of them. My mom's and my sister-in-law's birthdays were right around the time of the concert and they both received tickets as gifts. So my entire family was going to see him in Des Moines....... except me. No one bothered to buy me a ticket. Or invite me. Thanks for nothin' Nelson family.  So I took it upon myself to buy my own ticket and see him in Omaha the night before everyone else got to see him!

Melbe and I decked out for the concert!

One of my best friends, Melissa (Melbe), and I bought tickets and we were pumped! We started off the evening with a dinner at Cheeseburger in Paradise, because really, why wouldn't you? We then went to a bar across from the concert venue and drank buckets of margaritas. That's when shit started to go down.

If any of you are Jimmy Buffett fans, you know that tailgating is a huge part of his concerts. Well this day, it just so happened to be down-pouring monsoon-ing outside. We tailgated anyway. We wandered the parking lot looking for some people who looked friendly and met Skip and Vinny (Not sure if those are their real names).
Me and Skip

That bucket I'm holding is what we were drinking out of all night. Just kept refilling it. So by this point, we were pretty drunk.

Skip and Vinny had floor seats, while we just had measly nosebleed seats, so naturally, we tried to sneak down onto the floor. We were successful for about 5 minutes. We got kicked out by security.... and snuck our way back in. Repeat this process 3 times. Our damn hats and glasses gave us away. We finally made our way back to our nosebleed seats with Skip and Vinny in tow and enjoyed about the last 3 songs of the concert. 3 out of the 5 songs I actually remember from the concert.

So I may have gotten trashed, made friends with Skip, fallen down the stairs, and didn't remember most of the concert... but I had a fucking blast.

I also stole this sweet sign while tailgating.
It was the only thing I didn't lose at the concert.
It now hangs in my kitchen as a memento of my night with Jimmy.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Goin' to the Chapel....

Don't panic. I'm not getting married. ........Yet.

Guys... the wedding wasn't as terrible as I thought it was going to be. We ate. We drank. We danced. Pretty typical wedding. The hotel we stayed at wasn't completely terrible. Eric was glad to catch up with his college friends, many of which I am pretty good friends with because of him.  I had a few complaints about this particular wedding though.
  1. The pastor had a very thick accent. I'm sure the ceremony was really nice, but I couldn't understand a damn thing he said.
  2. We were led to believe that the ceremony would be open bar. Two kegs and a cooler of sangria does not an open bar make. That would have been fine if there had been other adult beverages to drink. There wasn't anything else except for soda. I couldn't even buy myself a simple vodka lemonade.
  3. Too many kids. I'm really not a fan of kids at weddings. Anyone under the age of 21 should not be allowed to catch the bouquet or garter. They just shouldn't. There will definitely not be any children at my wedding. Just a heads up... you guys best be finding babysitters the night of my wedding.
Speaking of my wedding...

There was a lot of future wedding talk at this get-together/reunion/outing. I have some inside info. about when/how two of the girls will be getting engaged. One of them I am really close friends with. How am I supposed to keep this a secret?! (Don't worry, she's not going to read my blog. I don't have any followers. It's whatevs.) There was also a lot of talk about if/when Eric and I ever got married. We talked a lot about how we would do it, where we we do it, who will be invited, who will be in it and most importantly that we both wanted to.

I think we've both known for awhile. I think there is something about our relationship that we both just get. We just click. I've known since the very beginning that I would marry him. Someday I'll fill you all in on our relationship. You know, the good stuff. How we met. Our first date. Why in the hell we decided to move in together after 3 months. That will all be a story for another day!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Who let the dogs out?

Since Desiree over at Macke Monologues requested... Here are some pics of everyone's favorite Corgi.


Visiting Momma Deb's House!

Our Family

Sister in Law B!

Relaxin' on the Couch!

Sometimes we have matching manicures.

This is my good side.

Lookin' Good!

I'm a daredevil about to jump off this chair!

So there ya have it. That in a nutshell is Morgi the Corgi. Speaking of Corgis... everyone loves them. Little does everyone know.... they shed. A lot. More than any dog I've owned. We vacuum so much. On that note... Does anyone know of any good vacuums for pet hair?

I didn't even know...

So I had a conversation with a "celebrity" and I didn't even know it.

Here's how the conversation went:

Celeb: "Is such and such restaurant any good?"

Kate: "Yes, it's very good. It's one of my favorite places to go."

Celeb: "Well I'll take your word for it. Is it a long ways away?"

Kate: "No, we're a pretty small city, it only takes about 10 minutes to get anywhere you want to go."

Celeb: "Awesome! Do you have a shuttle that could take us?"

Kate: "We do! I'll have him come get you."

Celeb: "Thanks!"

Co-Worker: "Did you know that was So and So from Such and Such boy band?"

Kate: "Nope." (proceeds to Google said Boy Band.)


He was actually really down to earth and friendly, and I clearly don't know much when it comes to boy bands that aren't from the early 90s.

Their stay here was pretty successful. We had to kick a few groupies out of our lobby, but other than that it was fine!

We've had some celebrity stays that haven't been so successful... I'll have to touch on those later.  Pretty disastrous.

As far as the rest of my life is concerned, I'm pretty damn excited that it's Friday. Even though I have a terrible wedding to go to this weekend, I'm glad to get away from work for a couple days. One of Eric's college friends is getting married and we're going down to the wedding with a bunch of his friends. Don't get me wrong, I like his friends a lot. But they are a very close group of friends. So close that we're are sharing a hotel room with another couple for the weekend. Puke. And it's not even a nice hotel. Which brings up another point, I've turned into a hotel snob since working for one. But I don't think that 2 adult couples should have to share a hotel room. That's something that you do in college, not in your adult life. Also, since they're his friends and not really mine, I got roped into being the DD. Double Puke.

I'll let you guys know how this wedding turns out.....


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

We can work it out...

So I try really really hard to work out every day after work.  Before Eric and I moved in together, we went to the gym almost every day. Now I'm down to about twice a week. I'm trying really really hard to start going as often as I used to.

I'm not such a fan of working out.  Especially running. I hate it. I could play tennis for hours and hours and hours.  Ask me to run for 10 minutes, I'd rather die. One thing that does make my workouts a little more perky...



My Favorite Shirt in the Entire World!!

You probably don't know this, but Ferris Bueller's Day Off is my all time favorite movie. Ever. I just feel like when I wear this shirt, I am able to run for more than 2 minutes at a time. I would wear it to work if I could, but alas, I have to dress up and look presentable. 

So aside from my hatred for running, here is my other issue with working out. I am very blessed in the upper portion of my body. Very blessed. (I have huge boobs for those of you not following.) I just feel like no matter what I do, they're always like smacking me in the face or something. It's fairly distracting when I'm on the treadmill or elliptical or what have you. And by the time my workout is over, they kind of hurt from all the action they get.

Is there anyone else out there who has the same problem? Any suggestions on types of sports bras that might help?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Cuz when you're a celebrity...

As you may have read (or probably didn’t read) in my section above where I list off so many (un)interesting facts about myself, I mentioned that I work in the hospitality industry, specifically in the sales portion of it. The property I work at is located in a metro of about 150,000 with all the towns combined. Not huge by any means, but big enough.

In this city is an events center which books quite a few concerts throughout the year (mostly country concerts, we’re somewhat rural). Well occasionally, some of the acts from the concert stay at our property.

Recently, I got my first taste of catering to said “celebrities.”  If it were someone staying that I was remotely interested in, such as Dierks Bentley, I would be excited. However, I have no interest whatsoever in the group that is staying.

The thing about these “celebrities” is that they all seem really, really needy. They all need fresh fruit baskets in their room with sparkling water, none of the rooms can be near each other, and one of them even requested that we give him a toothbrush. I’m sorry, but if you’re going on a tour across the country… why do you need a toothbrush? Wouldn’t you have packed that before you left? Aren’t you a “celebrity” that can afford a toothbrush? We shouldn’t have to give you one.  But what the hell do I know?

I’m convinced though, that the agents are actually needier than the “celebrities.” They requested 2 bottles of water per room, which we should have to pay for ourselves. Hello, you guys make more in a day than I do in a month probably. Not to mention these agents are almost impossible to get a hold of.  I spend enough of my day answering phone calls and God forbid checking my 6 voicemails I get when I get up to pee. 


All of this while I still don’t know what in the hell I’m doing.

Welcome to What Am I Doing?!

About 4 months ago, my boyfriend of a wee three months and I decided it would be a good idea to move in together. Many times I have thought… “What am I doing?!”

I graduated from college almost 3 years ago (It just hit me that it has really been that long!). Almost daily I think to myself… “What am I doing?!”

I just started a new job in an industry in which I have very little experience. Pretty much any time I answer an email or after I hang up the phone I think… “What am I doing?!”

To sum things up, I’m 25 years old and have no idea what I’m doing.

I may not have a clue what I’m doing, but so far, I haven’t screwed anything up too much!  Cohabiting with my boyfriend of only 8 months…Great! Surviving the adult world after college… Not too bad!  Being somewhat successful at my new job… Almost there!


The point of this blog is to mainly entertain you with stories of me not knowing what in the hell I’m doing, a little peek into the life of a 25 year old cohabiting with her boyfriend, a play by play of ridiculousness that happens at my job, and a glimpse into the inner workings of my mind (ex. Who decided it was OK to work 5 days a week? Why can't I have every Monday off?).

So please, stay tuned while I try to figure out what in the hell I am doing. Or not, it's up to you. I'm not going to force you to do anything.