if i had the words, they would go here

I started a tumblr blog

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 19:14:53 GMT

I completely jumped on the bandwagon. It's remarkably simple and thus far my work computer has not "websense"-d it, thus making it vastly easier than sneaking into the computer lab on 15 minute breaks (like right now)

http://barefootandbreathing.tumblr.com

probably will not be updating on here very often, but I will still be reading. muah!

tryin

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 20:52:17 GMT

1. What time did you get up this morning? I woke up at 8:30, then promptly placed my ancient laptop on my legs and read televisionwithoutpity until 9:30.
2. What was the last thing you ate? A bowl of Kix... yum yum yum yum yum
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? TWILIGHT.
4. What is your favorite TV show? Gossip Girl and lately a whole lot of Survivor... reminds me of you Aaron J (no period)
5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Vitamin Water and a muffin or fig newton pack (Dane goes with me to the convienence store in our building everymorning and I'm fairly certain making fun of my routine is part of his)
6. What is your middle name? Josefina Cecilia and it's wicked
7. What food do you dislike? Cooked Carrots and any onion that is not blended into oblivion thus making me unable to taste it or it's texture.
8. What is your favorite CD? One that was made for me
9. What kind of car do you drive? 2005 Grand Am, just broke 100k.
10. Favorite sandwich? tuna w/ extra pickle and NO ONIONS
11. Favorite item of clothing? the cashmere pashmina that Josh's mom got me from Italy which matches perfectly w/ my Mary Tyler Moore inspired winter coat
12. What characteristic don't you like? Corinne from Survivor. (people who pride themselves on being bitchy)
13 If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Spain. I'm going for la tomatina festival next August (google it)
14. Where would you retire to? somewhere close to my grand children.
15. What was your most recent memorable birthday? I don't mean to call in the Wah-mulance. But my actual Birthdays genrally suck hard core. I looked pretty happy around age 5, though I don't really REMEMBER it
16. What are you going to do when you finish this? Grad route about 100 more students, or continue to peruse suits online (Christmas!)
17. The furthest place you are sending this? The North Pole, so Santa can see I'm nice
18. Diamonds or pearls? Depends on the occasion. I'll have to ask my Mom.
19. When is your birthday? 6.13.83
20. What is your shoe size? 6.5-7
21. Pets? Fudge and Chewey and I watch Zoey, my Uncle's dog, a couple of weeks a year
22. Any new and exciting news? My SISTERS ARE COMING HOME VERY VERY SOON.
24. How are you today? I have a headache
25. What is your favorite flower? Yellow Lillies and Yellow Roses
26. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? December 19th... AKA 2008 CTU Online Holiday Event (which is being treated around the office as Grown-Up Prom)
27. What are you listening to right now? People making fun of Kevin's creamsicle colored shirt
28. Favorite food? Chile Negro! 12/20/08, my Grandma's Posada, it will be mine, I may have to take out most of my cousin's to get it, but it will be mine
29. Do you wish on stars? Si
30. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? fiesty fuschia
31. How is the weather right now? I don't care to discuss it
32. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Joshua. Though really I was discussing furniture w/ Tiana and Greta while he became very confused as to how that related to Suit shopping
33. Favorite soft drink? Hi-C Orange from McDonalds
34. Favorite restaurant? Portillos
35. Hair color? Dark dark dark brown
36. What was your favorite toy as a child? Patty, my playskool doll
38. Chocolate or Vanilla? Oh. CHOCOLATE. YEP.
39. Coffee or tea? I don't drink either. If Hot Chocolate or Apple Cider was the choice here it would be like choosing between my children
40. Do you want your friends to post this meme? Yes please.
41. When was the last time you cried? on Monday night. I was on the phone w/ my Mom and she and my Dad were driving and it was slick and then she yelled and I heard a crash and the phone cut out and then I couldn't get ahold of them for almost 10 minutes. And I was sobbing hysterically, completely and absolutely terrified... turns out someone cut them off, my dad slammed on the breaks and my Mom dropped her phone and the battery fell out and under the seat.
42. What is under your bed? a bin w/ pajamas and workout clothes
43. What did you do last night? grocery shopping, drove 2 hours home when it usually takes 25 minutes, tv and sleep
44. What are you afraid of? Alligators and mice/rats/snakes crawling on me while I'm asleep
45. Salty or sweet? Salty Salty salty
46. How many keys on your key ring? 2, house and car
47. Years at current job? 2 years permanent (just got my raise) 3.5 months beforehand I was a temp here
48. Do you pray? Every day.
49. Do you make friends easily? casual ones, yes
50. Do you like finding out all this stuff about your friends? Heck yes. DO IT.

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 20:07:16 GMT

It always astounds me as to the different dynamics of people's families. Mine is bat-shit crazy, but that's because we are so insanely in love with eachother that we want to be in eachother's lives every part of every day. And we are mean, and loud, and judgemental, (just plain mental really). But we're completely and totally the people eachother call 5 times a week to make sure we're staying in everyones lives.

I don't know what I'm really trying to get at here but yesterday Josh told me that he had never crawled into bed with his Mom when he had nightmares growing up. He had never "slept in the middle." And that just made me very sad. I can't imagine not waking up from a nightmare, tiptoeing to my parents room, crawling in between and having my Mom or Dad stroke my hair while I told them about my dream. I was asleep before I even got to the scary parts. I loved waking up Saturday and Sunday morning and crawling into bed with my parents, fighting with the other 3 for room and just giggling over cartoons while Mom and Dad drank coffee and read the paper. I remember being 6 and falling asleep holding hands with Denise protecting us from the monsters. And even when we were older Mark would drag his matress into the girls room to fall asleep watching movies (and then we would kick him out for snoring), and I would wake up with Mary in my bed because she was scared by "House on Haunted Hill."

Am I crazy? How did you grow up?

scarred

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:37:03 GMT

On Friday I was making dinner for Josh... I've never made dinner for him before (he cooks so well)

In the midst of turning the oregeno/garlic/rosemary chicken breast it slipped out of the tongs and fell into skillet... this resulted in A TIDAL WAVE OF BOILING OLIVE OIL which landed directly on my t-shirt, neck, and the underside of my chin. (pictures to come), where it hit the skin there are very superficial 2nd degree burns.

speaking of superficial... I'm terrified that these burns will be permanent and scar as badly as when I caught the curling iron on my arm.

25 years old and I've just about gotten to the point of being comfortable with my appearance

But I went out and bought 2 turtlenecks on saturday. More so I could see the doubletakes when I was buying them. And I actually heard a girl say to her friend "did you see her neck?!"

My Grandma said I should thank God it didn't hit my face, and I do but..

I'm scarred

I watched the notebook.

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 18:37:22 GMT

which of course makes me wax poetic about love, something I can't claim to know much of anything, let alone everything, about

I miss falling in love for the 1st time, or thinking I had, with absolute wild abandon because I had no idea how much it could hurt. And I miss having the faith to do it over and over again.

And I miss the first time it really was love. The best relationships change you, make you stronger, and show you what you could be. And it's not always positive, because who you are, what you are capable of, is not always something you want to know about yourself. When it was love, it was 2 actual people, stripped down to their true selves, loving the flaws, doing away with the ideals, and loving anyway. And being loved is something to be so careful with, because it means you can hurt someone more than any other person can.

But I am in love. And he is sweet, and kind, and patient. He doesn't expect more than I can give, and he is no one but himself. And he loves me.

Ok and yes, we fight over covers and he likes firm mattresses and I like plush, and his video game obsession clashes with my reality tv fixation, and we're both immature and bad at handling money, and we live with our families and he drinks vitamin D milk and I don't like vegetables, and he loses his reading glasses and I leave my jewelry all over.

But we're making eachother better. We're making eachother whole.

...

Tue, 06 May 2008 20:04:13 GMT

Here's a question for you.

how do you know someone for 3 years, talk to/see them, maybe once or twice a year, and then spend a weekend with them and feel like you're going through serious withdrawal 2 days later? hmmm? and what the hell am I supposed to do with that I ask you? It's like I'm stuck in a bout of serious depression and anticipation. I haven't been this excited or jittery in years.

It feels pretty damn good.

sooo...

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 06:34:07 GMT

I'm dating a music columnist/ copy editor and I'm quite excited about him all together

this article helps explain why:

http://www.norwichbulletin.com/entertainment/music/x2031290345

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:45:36 GMT

I just watched the first 2 episodes of Grey's Anatomy, because I can't sleep. Running trend I know.

I never really liked Meredith Grey, and now I know why. We're so alike... it's... it's really sad.
I know they make characters that are easy to identify with, but really I had pegged myself as an Izzy, eternally optomistic and even childlike in wonder.

But I'm not, I'm Meredith, damaged goods. Capable of the fall but not of actually letting go.

I finally decided I wasn't falling asleep at 2, it's 3:45 now and I think I'm gonna get ready for work. 3 hours early is becoming a routine for me now, healthy? no. but profitable at least. If I'm just gonna be sitting up in front of the computer I might as well get paid to do so, right?

playlist

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 05:08:09 GMT

after a year of sitting pristine and untouched in it's box I have finally opened my IPOD nano. I've got 100 songs of what not and 1 supremely perfect playlist. I feel like this is the first time I can actually say that I CHOSE my music as opposed to having someone else, mainstream media or a friend, choose it for me. I don't know how it came about but I love it and it soothes me... thoughts?

+44- Make you Smile
Jeff Buckley- Everybody here wants you
Jonny Lang- Red Light (this is my favorite, you can find it on my myspace)
Dashboard Confessional- this Ruined Puzzle
Badly Drawn Boy- the Shining
Phantom Plant- Always on my Mind
Postal Service- Such Great Heights
The Cure- Love Song
Dean Martin- You Belong to Me (I couldn't find the Jason Wade version)
Postal Service- Against all Odds (a beautiful cover)
Our Lady Peace- Somewhere Out There
Motley Crue- Home Sweet Home

this has been a hard week for me. but we grow and we make decisions and we're left to pick up the pieces we have no one to blame for the shattering but ourselves

This whole quitting smoking thing is not easy but working out today, for the 1st time in over a year, has made me congnizant of what it's doing to my body.

things to look forward to: in 2 weeks I am taking my cousin Maddie horseback riding. She's 9 and she LOVES horses, I asked her at her sister's birthday party in June when she last went riding and she told me she had never been and I had the idea to take her then but it got pushed to the back of my mind. Between her sister Zayla's (age 6) bone marrow transplant 2 and a half months ago and her other sister Shelby (age 14) being the donor not to mention reigning dancing queen, Maddie has a tendency to feel forgotten and we're both so PUMPED for this date. It was supposed to be tomorrow but scheduling conflicts with Family birthday parties got in the way. Is it incredibly lame for me to be this excited? It's just knowing that I, ME, I am going to be the one that she remembers when she thinks of the first time she rode a horse. It's just so incredibly special to me.

if anyone is interested, these 3 lovely ladies will be appearing in the Ronald McDonald House Fashion show on November 11, $65 a ticket but considering they gave Chris (their mom) a place to stay for the almost 180+ days Zay was in the hospital this year, it's well worth it. Oak Brook Terrace Hilton, 11am, November 11.

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 05:08:16 GMT

Dear Nelly Furtado,
I liked you so much better before you were promiscuous (and I'm sure I spelled that wrong) please get off my MTV until you become like a bird again.
Thank you,
Emily

Darling Siblings,
I miss you all horribly, somebody call me back before I explode. And by somebody I mean you fat boy, c'mon we're the only 2 in illinois, it's the least you can do.
Love,
Emmy

Dear Brothers Soloman,
please just cancel the release of your movie, just watching the previews makes me increasingly uncomfortable and you are going to get kazakstanian style backlash from the home schooled. and the movie looks really creepy.
appreciated,
Emily

Dear Friends,
Reality tv is starting to become and uncontrollable addiction and I'm not talking Amazing Race or ANTM, I'm talking Rock of Love and Realworld Sydney, if you care for me at all PLEASE find a way to do an intervention. I hate it and I can't stop watching it, it's like 7th heaven all over again over many different time slots.
please.
Emily

Dear Livejournal,
this lack of a computer is keeping us apart, and I'm sorry
Yours,
Emily

May 18-20

Tue, 29 May 2007 17:55:04 GMT

### inserting disclaimer### I talk about it and I hope that no one thinks that I'm using my Papa's death as a golden ticket to basically be as surly and unapproachable and Debbie Downer as I want to be. I'm not trying to I promise. ### end disclaimer###

Since November, unless it's been a special occasion (New Years, Unofficial New Years, St Patty's day etc) I've really felt lame, or maybe even bad about going out. I feel like I'm bringing other people down and that they're not having as much fun because I'm there and my mind is somewhere else. But I am finally beginning to feel out of the rut. This past weekend was fantastic but it's the one before that I need to spout about....

Last week Eric's friends came into town (sans my brother-in-law) my sister gave Mike, who I met the last time I was in Philly, my email so that they would have contact with someone who knows they're way around the city (cuz, you know, I'm so cosmopolitan). They were in town to see the Sox/Cubs series at Wrigley. After many emails with Glam Bodacious (did I mention that Mike was the drummer in Eric’s brother’s cover band where they all of alter egos? Did I also mention that his real name is Michael Jackson? And Yes, every conceivable joke has been made) As it turns out all my friends were out on various weekend getaways, leaving me to my own devices.

I chose those devices to be showing 4 South Jersey boys the way around my magical city, or at least the bars on the north side. it's so out of character for me to go out let alone be comfortable with people I hardly know, but I did AND IT WAS GREAT. We went to a Karaoke bar on Friday, and I sang an inhibition and almost completely alcohol free rendition of Wake Me up before You Go Go, complete with dancing. I think the Lovingood was the one who said that the best Karaoke'ers are not the ones with the best voices, but the ones who get into it the most. I would say between me and Lisa (Rzeutko! who we ran into at the bar! Who I haven't seen since she came back for homecoming Senior year!)'s Wham!, Primo and Bobby's Girls Just want to Have Fun, and Mike and Brian's Fortunate Son, we took the cake.

After that the boys and I headed down to this ~~TERRIBLE~~ bar called Hogs and Honies, it was like Coyote Ugly + Stripper Poles + Mechanical Bull, and they served Old Style and PBR out of cans. I made the comment and I stand by it that I could tell the quality of the bar by the fact that I was the best looking girl there. I'm not being self deprecating, just honest, there are usually people I am intimidated by, this wasn't the case.

Either way Brian had been... over served we'll call it... at the previous bar, and couldn't get in, which the rest of us didn't find out until after we had ordered our ultra classy beverages. Either way Primo and Bobby decided to join him outside where he was fighting with the bouncer to get in, and THEN THEY ALL DISAPPEARED by the time Mike and I headed out of the bar (seriously 5 minutes later, I don’t drink fast). We called and called to no avail.

I had driven in and met them at the original Bar, now 2-3 miles away. I was also wearing my phatty Pumas, so I thought, hey it’s a gorgeous night, lets walk. So we did, conversing all the way. Lovely is about the best way I can describe it. Getting to know someone new and talking about the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel and NPR and swapping childhood stories is probably my favorite thing to do. And I appreciated it more than he will know because I felt just free and clear headed and happy. Like I didn’t have to try to impress or be anything because it was just 1 night of hanging out with someone I would see only sporadically for the rest of my days. If you’ve never had one of these unselfish, uninhibited conversations I truly hope you do. This was the second of my lifetime and it makes me feel so blessed.

Anyway Saturday Night was similar but transplant Dueling Piano Bar for Karaoke and After Hours bar for Hogs and Honies add in some major misadventures (like Brian accepting a ride home from a stranger who had other intentions, he’s ok but the story is great) mix in some intrigue, Michael McDonald, Eye of the Tiger, Don't Stop Believin', and glorious weather, subtract that I had to work during the days, and you've got a fantastic weekend

SO thank you Philly/South Jersey you truly are a beautiful place, with colorful, interesting people who make my life richer and crack through my rough, sometimes callous exterior and make me smile. I’ll see you in 2 weeks!

lost

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 17:22:24 GMT

No not the TV show, sorry, just the way I'm feeling.

Friday night on my way home from the Cubs game I called my parents to let them know I would see them on Saturday when my Dad told me he was at the Emergency Room with my Mom. She had called me earlier to let me know her head was bothering her and that she had been dizzy. Not uncommon with the Lupus, she said she would stay in bed and call me if she didn't feel any better. She didn't call me.
Last April my mom had a small stroke, the MRI revealed an anurism (sp) as well, add this to the seizures from the Lupus and it's just a well rounded case of trouble. I spent 7:30 til 3am @ Rush Presbytarian with my mom when they released her with a diagnoses of Perephrial Vertigo to add to everything else.
My Dad was diagnosed with Hepititus C, did I tell you that? When I got to the hospital I sent him home so he could get his medicine and his Chemo. I hate Chemo, I hate that he's sick. My dad is the kind of person who could have been hit by a car and shot in the side, lying in the middle of the street and still not admit that he needs help if it means interrupting someone else's life. I think he's figured he's done enough interrupting.

It's scary and it's hard. I went from the hospital to my parents house to work, back to my parents house and back to work. That was my weekend. That will be my weekends whenever they need me. Which is more and more. They kept thanking me. I don't understand it. My mom told me that she was worried that I wouldn't be there for them as they grew older. That she can see now that I really do care. And that's really bothering me. They had that little faith in me. I had to prove it rather than them just knowing it. It hurts.

I'm 23. Isn't that too young for your parents to need you this much? I will take care of them and I WILL be there for them, but I just feel so small sometimes. Next year (and for the next 4 years) with Denise and Mary in Philly and Mark in Monmouth... I don't know. It makes me feel stuck, I can't move very far, and it makes me feel very alone. And well... lost

on top of all this one of my exes came out. talk about being thrown for a loop.

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 03:53:02 GMT

Closest I'll ever come to a vlog...

Medley on Vimeo

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 18:41:15 GMT

I bought the Last Kiss Soundtrack last week and I can't stop listening to it. Really I can't stop listening to this song. It's not commentary as to anyone or any relationships but I just... I love it, and I relate to it, and it makes my heart feel good to have it playing in the car on the way to work and in my head all day long.

"Paper Bag"
-Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Oscar Bachler Roa

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:41:45 GMT

they went with Sarah's Maiden Name

I am an Aunt!

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 06:37:03 GMT

Oscar (Middle Name TBD) Roa
Born: 12 midnight March 25, 2007, 9 lbs even, 19 inches tall

Sarah had him via c-section after a 14 hour labor. Mom and Baby are doing great. He looks just like his dad, despite being half irish, tan skin and tons of dark hair. And the most beautiful voice ever to be heard. Pictures coming tomorrow

It's magic, I know it is. I've never cried and laughed so much in my life. I feel... just so incredibly happy.

Sarah is a Mom. Amazing.

(The middle name is tbd because it was supposed to be Patrick but then ~~I told~~ Sarah Sarah heard somewhere that Denise and I were going to call him Opie... but you never know, David, Joseph, Jose, and Emigidio are still in the running, maybe it'll be Opie after all.)

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 14:31:43 GMT

I'm in love with Red Jumpsuit Apparatus...
and Gym Class Heroes...
and Q101 in general...
And the southside Irish parade...
And Kat and Jodi and Cheryl...
And my family...
and text messaging....
and Alexis Oddson...
and Chinatown...
and my Prada purse...
and Betsey Johnson...
and Sex and the City...
and tiny wines...
and Mean Girls...
and sleeping 4 to a room...

thought you ought to know.

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 14:35:13 GMT

01. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
02. I respond by asking you five questions.
03. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Courtesy of siamesedreamer

1. What's the last good movie you saw?
The Departed... with out a doubt, I bought it before I watched it and now I've watched it thrice. Leo has redeemed himself from his Titanic days. AMAZING

2. What do you miss most about Monmouth?
I miss being able to take my friends for granted. I know that sounds horrible, but I miss not having to worry about staying in contact or when I'm going to see them next, because at Monmouth everyone knows everything about everybody else and no matter what the longest you go without seeing someone is like 2 weeks, then you stop on the hill between classes and do a 2 minute catch up and all is well. I miss having everyone around

3. What's your favorite type of cake?
Devils Food w. buttercream filling... thanks a lot Amy, now I want some. I could eat it by the ton

4. What do you think is going to happen in the new Harry Potter book?
oh my LORD why would you ask me that? I think they're going to finish school some how, I think Harry will prevail and get the girl. I have a sick feeling one of the Weasley's is going to die (probably Charlie or Percy b/c Ginny's gonna end up with Harry and I would throw the book out the window if it were Ron and if she takes one of the twins down, she's got to take both, and Bill's already been maimed, it wouldn't be Mr Weasley, he went through enough in book 5, wow what if it was Mrs?). I think all 3 of the main characters will come through it all right. We'll definately lose some of the Order, maybe a classmate or 2 (poor Seamus and Dean). I'm really hoping Hagrid sits on Snape until he suffocates... actually I'd like to see him have his soul sucked out. But I think Malfoy is going to surprise us a bit. and of course Ron and Hermione are going to get together and have 27 red headed bushy haired babies.

5. What song is stuck in your head right now?

I've had Beck's Nicotine and Gravy in my head for like 3 days now

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 14:47:01 GMT

So do you remember how I told you about the rumors that were spread shortly after I got my promotion?

The guy who spread them was promoted on Wednesday, to be effective Monday.

Yesterday 2 other girls came forward w/ sexual harrassment claims, and I'm going to reiterate mine today.

Every girl on the floor that was questioned yesterday said the same thing about being uncomfortable around him, and how he is a constant invader of personal space and how his casual touches just make you want to wash your shoulder or arm.

I just feel bad I didn't make a bigger deal of this earlier. But then again so does everyone else.

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:05:02 GMT

I think when your little you assume that your life will be easy. No matter how much pain you go through, you always assume that it's going to get easier and that you will have the fairy tale. And maybe that's true. Maybe everything will work out happily in the end. And I hope it does. I just wish the end would come a little sooner. That sounded wrong, I mean, I hope the happy and the easy will come a little sooner. I sit here, self-reflection in full swing, and then I think how selfish I am being. Yes, Emily, your middle-class suburban life style has been incredibly difficult compared to 90% of the world. I should definately be discontent.
I feel restless that's all. I want something big and new and untarnished to happen. I want something to start. I feel like I'm in a rut and I'm going to stay in it unless something happens. Soon.
I'd really like to get out of debt and get my credit score up, that would be nice. I realized that when my parents were my age they were married and having babies and knew what was happening in their lives. And they might have been terribly uncertain and afraid, but at least they were going. Moving, evolving.
Audrey let me borrow her heating pad today and it is about one of the most amazing inventions ever.
My friends make me happy. My co-workers, they make me happy too. I wish they could all meet and mesh and become one group, that would be very satisfying to have the people I care about the most (family not included) connect with the people I see the most, and also like a whole lot. I know. Keep personal and professional lives seperate. It's incredibly difficult for me because I do want to be apart from work in that I don't want them to know the crazy college Emily (it's the reason I don't get drunk w/ my co-workers) but I would like them to see the fun, laughing side.
I don't know if this makes sense. I want to see my friends all the time, it would help if they were a part of this world.

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 14:32:11 GMT

I really hate that I can't open your pictures or videos @ work. It's quite bothersome.
I love the snow. I really do. I could roll in it, walk in it, stand in it for hours. When I was young my sister and I would build snow forts in the backyard, kind of pointless as we had no neighbors to defend ourselves with and we would have probably gone to hell if we used it against the convent across the street, but we built them anyway. Denise would get cold and go inside but I, I could be out there for 12 hours a day and not even care. I would get so angry when the landscapers would come and shovel the walk before I could get to it. One winter it snowed like 8 inches and then the next day it was about 45 degrees and all the snow melted and there was a pond ankle high in our backyard and THEN @ night it dropped down into the teens, and I woke up to my very own Ice Skating rink in my backyard. I did not own ice skates nor would I have known what to do with them, but my brother and sisters and I spent the whole day slipping and sliding and getting bruised on the ice. It is one of my favorite memories ever.
What are some of yours?

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 14:14:18 GMT

CONFESSION: I really like Livejournal. I like because I feel like it's not as well known as xanga or as mainstream as myspace or facebook. I like it because I feel like thet people who read it are my secret keepers, I don't even mind that I don't get a lot of comments because I know someone out there is reading this, even if they're not responding, I feel like they are listening.

Yesterday I spent a good portion of my evening relearning the words to "Las Mananitas" because tomorrow is Rojas's (our Training Manager) birthday and everytime it's someone of Latin origin's birthday Duffy (the director of FA) asks if anyone knows how to sing happy birthday in spanish. (When it's anyone's b-day really he asks if anyone knows how to sing the "insert language or origin" version). I'm a dork and I always want to raise my hand and pretend like I don't WANT to sing it but I don't actually know them. Now I do. Last night sang it to Brian while we were on the phone, that and a couple of other spanish nursery rhymes and lullabyes I've picked up in my journeys, he asked if I would sing them to our children someday. That thought makes me really just want to throw my arms around him, bury my face in his neck and whisper "of course, yes, everyday"

I have mastered the art of typing without looking at the keys, obviously this means that I spend too much time in front of a computer a day. Now that I'm not looking and aware of it, I'm messing up a whole lot more. I'm still not using homerow though... HA take that grade school computer teacher who always gave me a 'c'.

ok now that it's 8:15 and I clocked in @ 8, I should probably start doing some actual work. Ciao

Teeth and the Superbowl

Thu, 08 Feb 2007 04:53:03 GMT

Over the past few months I've been attempting to improve myself aesthetically... maybe hoping the inside will follow. Either way, I've got wearing contacts down... something I've always hated about myself is my smile... it's chipped and crooked and more than slightly yellow... I have a dentist appointment next month, hopefully they'll cover some of the chips, I'm too ~~vain~~ old for baces, so I've got white strips knocking out the yellow... I realized from my mini photo shoot that I have enough cheecks for 2 people

also...

They are not in any order.. but... I spent the SUPERBOWL with Jim and Dane (my 2 bffs from work) and Dane's girlfriend Molly, who I have a girl crush on now...
tangent---> today at work someone said, who do you hang out with?... I said "Kat mainly, except Brian"... and they said, no from work... Jim and Dane were my immediate responses... no girls?... I said no. I've never really been a girly girls girl... that doesn't surprise me he said... why's that?... Idk, you just don't seem like someone who puts up with a lot of bullshit... AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I like that, I think that fits me a lot better than the socially stunted label I have always given myself. I like being one of the guys. and I DON'T handle a lot of Bullshit very well <---- end tangent

Dane and I

Jim (half time)

Jim and I (closing out the night)

I wanna say shortly after the punt return

Molly and I

This may have been a few beers in

Superbowl Party

A poorly taken group picture

Jim likes beer

Dane and I again (does anyone else think we look alike? a little?)
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Wed, 31 Jan 2007 23:03:15 GMT

After waiting the whole morning and the whole afternoon, last night I drove to Monmouth, called Brian when I was 15 minutes away, and asked him if he maybe wanted to be my boyfriend again as I pulled up to his house. I tried to be sweet and quote "When Harry met Sally" but I'm sure I messed it up. He said yes. And then we talked for a little bit and kissed eachother's faces a whole lot. And the house gave me a douche bag point (still not as many as the Drake's 27) for breaking up with him at all. And then we rented Little Miss Sunshine, went to Austin hall and I listened to the Mozart he learned while trying not to think about me (his words) over Christmas break, and then he played Obladi Oblada and we both sang along, we saw my brother, who now has a mohawk, and told him we were back together, he called me a douchebag, and asked Brian if he wanted to rush ZBT, Brian, who is now BLONDE by the way, and then we went home he made me Mac and Cheese, and I ate it and he rubbed my feet while we watched the movie, then we cuddled up and went to sleep. And then the alarm went off @ 6:30 and I told him I wasn't leaving until he went to class, and then he didn't go to Latin, and I still didn't want to wake up, and when I finally did, he was lying beside me doing music history homework, and then it was time for him to go to class, and me to go to work (very late)... now all I can think is how I didn't say I love you nearly enough in the 12 hours we were together. and how I haven't had a decent night's sleep in the past 2 months because he wasn't there beside me.

Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:26:24 GMT