PS of the week

This pretty much sums up my relationship with my mother.
~K

On the other hand....

White Flag-Dido

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
I'll tell you that
But if I didn't say it
Well, I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "It's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
As I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

~K

Thought for the day...

Sometimes "goodbye" is a second chance.

And how.
~K

The perfect ending to this piece of shit story.

Same Mistake - James Blunt

So while I'm turning in my sheets
And once again, I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street
Look at the stars beneath my feet
Remember rights that I did wrong
So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go
My mind is muddy but
My heart is heavy, does it show
I lose the track that loses me
So here I go



And so I sent some men to fight,
And one came back at dead of night,
said "Have you seen my enemy?"
said "he looked just like me"
So I set out to cut myself
And here I go



I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the Same Mistake again,


And maybe someday we will meet
And maybe talk and not just speak
Don't buy the promises 'cause
There are no promises I keep,
and my reflection troubles me
so here I go



I'm not calling for a second chance,
I'm screaming at the top of my voice,
Give me reason, but don't give me choice,
Cos I'll just make the same mistake (REPEAT) again


So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again, I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars

Look at the stars, fall down,

And wonder where, did I go wrong.

Yet another blog...

....that I'll struggle to remember to post in.

Kat's Pöl

Warning, lots o' leftish language.

~K

Weekend Update

I haven't done one of these for awhile but this weekend was a gooden' so why not?

My weekend started with a 9:30 call from my mom telling me that if I'd drive to Odessa, I could get my slave labor, er, sister. I pick her up and we go back to my place for a night that was mostly movies, as it was too hot to work, or even sleep upstairs. (Cliff Notes, the furnace broke and didn't work. After repaired it was apparently set on BROIL as the temp was over 100 in parts of the house.) I took the couch, and Em squeezed her lanky form onto the loveseat. Luckily, the next day, Jorge, the remodeler, and his son Jorge, Jr (whom I call JJ. He hates it, but pretends not to. Good kid.) came to finish the hallway and Jorge managed to fix it. Saturday we put things away and got a little more settled in. Mom came over, and I made the ladies a lovely dinner. Since unpacking my cookbooks, I've been in the mood to add more dishes to my cooking resume. This weekend was the following:
Pork Chops with Carmelized Onion and Smoked Gouda
Broccoli and Cashews in a tangy red wine sauce
Basalmic Vinager Red Potates
Gingerbread Scones with vanilla whipping cream and fresh strawberries.

Luckily, it was a hit, though it took forever to cook as my oven only has one rack, so I could only cook one dish at a time! (Luckily, found the other rack today.)

Em stayed Saturday night as well. After Mom left, we watched another movie, and went to bed upstairs, finally! Sunday morning, I woke first and made orange rolls and coffee. We watched yet another movie, then set to finishing the living room. It's amazing how a house looks more home, less motel with a few pictures on the wall. Few things to finish tomorrow, but for the most part, (painting, new furniture, and curtains aside) the living room is done!

The landlady replaced the fridge today, as the other pretty much died two weeks ago. This weekend also saw some aestetic improvements to my environment, most of which involved spray paint. I've finally mastered the art of spray painting, and of course, want to paint EVERYTHING.

Took Em back, heated up leftovers for dinner, marvelled at the pure chefness that is moi, and watched the season finales of Big Love and Flight of the Conchords. Each was great, but I'll miss them until next season. :( Tried to sleep but was too hot, so came out here to catch up on my net stuffes.

This week is mostly working, which will be a pain since it's my Addie week, but we'll see what we can do. Next weekend is the Home show, so Mom, Em, Ad, and I will be checking that out! I hope to post pics of the new house soon too.

So, that's it. Simple, but delightfully so! Later, I'll have many Emisms to post. Stay tuned!
~K

PS of the week

I'm killer with pastels though. And sidewalk chalk. I draw a mean hopscotch.
~K

If ever was the time for a boob job....

Addie : I hope when I get bigger like you God gives me long breasts like you have.

I officially feel old.
~K

PS of the week.

-----Email Message-----
Sent: Monday, March 16, 2009 3:13 AM
Subject: I'm sorry I'm weird.

I wish you hadn't. I wanted to be the one alongside you when you figured it out.



~K

Housing update

All the stuff is moved in finally. Still needs to be put away, but it's in. Small break down-

Number of boxes marked Addie Toys still unpacked: 4
Number of dead mice found while unpacking: 3
Number of Dell dreams since moving in: 2

Suddenly my subconcious remembers that it's March. Dell's lease is up and we'd discussed moving in together.

Le sigh.

PS of the week.

Well thank GOD!
~K

Almost as good as a pot bellied elephant

OMGWTFBBQ!!!1


It's the best of BOTH worlds!!!

~K

Odd duck.

My waking moment this morning-

A dramedy in five acts

Act I-Inwhich, Addie enters the living room skyclad, for some reason.

Act II-Inwhich, Addie spies and swipes a mini chocolate chip muffin.

Act III-Inwhich, Addie climbs onto the seat of a chair, muffin in hand, and tips it over, sending herself flying across the room.

Act IV-Inwhich, Addie screams at the top of her lungs, while I jump up and grab her, holding her close and saying "Where does it hurt? How bad?"

Act V-Inwhich, Addie blubbers "I broke my muffin!" and I realize she's crying because the top fell off her muffin.




She's naked, she fell out of a chair and flew into a wall, and her issue is her muffin broke?!?

She gets it from her father's side.

~K

PS of the week.

Trouble is, this doesn't apply to just one thing.

~K