The Someecards Confessions Wednesday, Sep 10 2008 

I read about this on a blog somewhere — perhaps The Modern Gal’s?  Or not?

I love the site  These are the funniest ecards on the Web, and they’re stunning in their simplicity.

What I’m going to do is join in the game of choosing five confessions or cries for help that are true for me.

Here we go:

Every year, I go back and forth.  Tan?  Melanoma?  Tan?  Melanoma?

And I love that gradually darkening Jergens stuff…but it makes your skin smell weird.

As long as it’s not the GOP, just give me the chance.  Please.

This one goes out to my dear friend Josh Debauche.  I’m getting there, babe!  I’m getting there!

(Get your mind out of the gutter, Josh.)

I will do any job in the kitchen — ANYTHING — before I make a salad.  If it’s a salad bar, that’s one thing.  If I have to wash and dry and chop and arrange and save the extra pieces, I will not do it.  My whole family knows this.

There’s nothing like drinking a Calimocho on the patio at Toro on Tremont St.  Or a glass of sangria at Casa Romero in the Back Bay.  Or a lychee martini at the patio of Alibi at the Liberty Hotel.  Or a beer or strawberry daiquiri, overlooking the Pike at the Other Side Cafe.

I love city outdoorsiness, but that’s about where it ends.

The Final Funny Days of Work; plus, I’m Gullible Saturday, May 10 2008 

I have a few tidbits from my final days at work that I need to share.  They’re hilarious.  But first, a nice picture of me and my friends:

Jackie, Nadine, Esther, me and Michelle

Jackie, Nadine, Esther, me and Michelle in front of our building

I love these girls.

At my *old!* job, I would get work assigned to me from a team of assignors — Workflow.  They’re mostly in our Canadian office, but we email each other so often that I’ve gotten to be friends with several of them.

I sent them out an goodbye email, and I enjoyed the following email chain that ensued, everyone replying to all:

Me: Yo workflow, I’m leaving [the company] today — and I just called a guy with results who now wants me to do a crapload of requests for him, so if you could stop sending me work FOREVER, that would be sweet!  Kate

Joe: LOL……I bet that was fun to say!!!!

John: FOREVER!!!!

Sabrina: lol…awwww, Katelyn!!!!!  best of luck with everything!!!  We will miss you! 🙂

Kevin: Rubbing it in a little, ain’tcha?  Sheesh.

Michelle: :-)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kevin: I hit reply-to-all on this one when I shouldn’t have. Katelyn and I have a very good rapport, in case anyone was worried about her taking that the wrong way.

Me: I am rubbing it in and throwing some salt on it for good measure. 😉

Kevin: *gasp*
*jaw hits floor*
*wide eyed shock*
Well, I never! Then again, I don’t get around much.

Hahaha.  Love those guys.

But the best message of all came from my friend Mike, who started at the company on the same day as me, who has almost always sat next to me and is one of my favorite work people.

He left me the following voicemail message yesterday:

“Hi Kate, this is [a really prominent manager] from [the company].  I just wanted to call you and let you know that [an HR person] told us about, uh, your exit interview, and we have some questions, just about your performance and that sort of thing.

So if you could give us a call back whenever, see if we could schedule another appointment for another exit meeting and interview you, the number is [617-555-1234].

You know we don’t want to get the police involved, or the FBI, or anything like that, we just want to handle this internally.

So if you could just call me back, again, this is [a really prominent manager], the [manager] of the Boston site, so give me a call.”

Okay.  The ludicrous part:

I totally believed it up until the word FBI.  Not police, FBI.

It didn’t matter that the voice didn’t sound a thing like the manager, or that this call came from MIKE’S CELL PHONE, of all places, but I honestly believed it.

I’m insanely gullible, but this is a new low for me.

I made my roommate listen to it and everything.

Seriously, though, it wouldn’t TOTALLY surprise me if a manager called someone after quitting to talk about his or her exit interview with HR.  I’ve seen stranger things happen.

My Blonde Moment Friday, Apr 11 2008 

Before I write this entry, let me state that I know so many witty and intelligent blondes, my sister included (even though she hasn’t been truly blonde since she was in middle school).  “My Blonde Moment” just makes a better title than anything else I could think of.

I turned on my computer yesterday and realized that it would turn off whenever the cord became dislodged.  After turning it on for the umpteenth time, I realized that the battery wasn’t working.  A symbol in the corner of the screen said there was no battery.

I started Googling like crazy for an answer, wishing that I had bought myself a Mac last summer.  Yahoo! Answers is a pretty good source, and I followed the advice to check the Control Panel.

Everything was normal.

I checked and checked and Googled for about an hour and eventually figured that I’d have to get on the phone with tech support in India.  Oh, if only I had bought a Mac!

When I got home from work tonight, I turned on the computer and noted that there was no difference.

I then turned it over to see if something had come loose.

Turns out the battery had FALLEN OUT.

Can you believe it?!  I’d had it on my lap the whole time, and over the course of several hours, I hadn’t even noticed that there was a large gap underneath!

I’m a weirdo.

Halloween 2007: To Ho or Not to Ho? Tuesday, Oct 23 2007 

I almost cracked. I almost bought a generic slutty costume at that crappy place in Faneuil Hall today.

BUT I DIDN’T. And that’s what’s most important.

Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. I love coming up with a creative costume, dressing up and going out to party. Halloween pictures are always great to have. And back to costumes! I always try to win contests.

My most memorable win was in 2004, when I went as Michael Jackson. That was around the time that he dangled the baby over the balcony, so I wrapped up a doll and threw it around all night. I won a huge TV — the TV that sits in my room today.

Every year, I do something new, and I make my costume myself (usually with help from my mom). The only time I’ve been the same person twice was Britney Spears — but that was Baby One More Time Britney in 1999 and Pregnant Britney in 2005. Very different things.

Anyway, all along, I was planning to be Amy Winehouse, but I wasn’t sure how that would be at the clubs (I hope to go out at least three times for Halloween-related events).


I’m like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls — I put in so much effort to do something original, homemade and different, and I am completely overshadowed by slutty policewomen, slutty prisoners, slutty cavewomen, slutty pirate wenches, slutty firefighters, slutty fairies, slutty ladybugs, slutty Marie Antoinettes….

I was ready to join the boring sluts.

I checked out some costumes in Faneuil Hall.

Nothing spoke to me.

On the way to the Garment District, I had a flash of inspiration. What if I could have two Amy Winehouse costumes — one casual, authentic Amy Winehouse, and one completely slutty Amy Winehouse?

–Casual Amy Winehouse is completely authentic and will give me a chance to get every detail correct. I can do that at work.
–Slutty Amy Winehouse is not accurate at all, but it will allow me to outdo those generic sluts in so many ways. That is definitely my club outfit.

Garment District was AWESOME! I love that place. I ended up buying everything I need for BOTH Amy Winehouse costumes.

For both:
–Awesome Beehive/Elvira wig
–Black eye makeup, black eyelashes
–Black tooth wax to black out her missing tooth
–Tattoos drawn on with PERMANENT MARKER. Yep, I’m going to be hardcore.
–Maybe coke under the nose? Handle of vodka?

Casual Amy:
–Black tank top
–Stovepipe jeans
–Old, worn-out ballet slippers (from my ballet days in Florence!)

Slutty Amy:
–Multicolored lingerie top
–Short, tight black skirt with metal decoration
–Black thigh highs with fishnet detailing in the back
–Black leather Mary Janes (I am no longer going out in heels)

About being on slutty on Halloween….

It’s strange. You’d think that being a feminist, I would be against it, saying that women do this just to get attention from guys, since there’s no other way to do so.

But that’s not true. Even though my costumes have been creative, a bunch of them (not including Michael Jackson) have been slutty as well.

I’m just against the lack of creativity! It’s time for you to SHINE! Be slutty, but be creative!

I hope that when I go out this year, I see new innovations in slutty costumes….like slutty Condoleezza Rice. Now, THAT would be great.

This Grammar Nazi TOOK IT TO THE STREETS! Wednesday, May 30 2007 

As most of you know, I have zero tolerance for incorrect grammar. For the first time, I did something about it.

My biggest pet peeve regarding grammar is not when someone misuses “your” and “you’re,” or “there,” “their” and “they’re.” It’s when any kind of professional writing, from advertisements to stories in newspapers and online columns, is fraught with grammatical errors. Aren’t there editors that notice these mistakes?!

At first, Reebok’s “Run Easy” campaign hadn’t been bothering me. In fact, I kind of liked it — if you take the red line inbound between Harvard and Central and face west, you see an ad perfectly timed with the speed of the subway car. However, when walking back from work, I came upon an ad egregiously reading, “RUN EASY BOSTON.”

Run easy Boston? Should I run an easy Boston? Should I run, and is Boston a promiscuous city?

Without punctuation, we have nothing.

I’ve just started reading Eats, Shoots & Leaves, which is long overdue — everyone’s been telling me to read it for quite some time. I generally shy away from what the general populace is reading, but it was on the 3 for 2 rack at Borders, so I picked it up.

And you know what was inside? Several commas and period stickers to acknowledge and ameliorate, albeit crudely, public grammatical errors.

Right then and there, I knew where I was putting my first comma sticker.

The sign is on Summer Street, the southern side, right by Fidelity. If you’re walking towards South Station and Fidelity is coming up on your left, this is the first sign you see after crossing the channel and Dorchester Ave.

I furtively pulled out my stickers, took a bit longer than socially acceptable to pull the sticker off the sheet, and I stuck it right on there.

Check it out:

And a close-up:
I am so, so proud of this.

I can only hope that this helps teach a few curious people on the waterfront about comma usage.

An Open Letter to Oldies 103.3 Friday, Nov 24 2006 

To the former holder of position #1 on my car’s radio:

What can I say? I’ve loved your radio station for years. The greatest hits of the sixties and seventies have always put me in a good mood, whether I’m coasting down the highway with my friends and singing to disco on Saturday nights or sitting stuck in traffic, grooving in my seat to a little Motown. Nothing overjoyed me more when I was driving back from my overnight at Fairfield and it turned out to be 70s Soul Weekend, all weekend.

Granted, you’ve had your missteps. I’m not a fan of the morning show, and there’s a particularly large amount of commercials. But I forgive you. I even forgive you of your most egregious offense: playing “I’ve Had the Time of My Life,” a song from 1987.

However, you’ve crossed the line.

Why have you replaced your usual programming with entirely Christmas music, 24 hours a day? Even before Thanksgiving?! Some Christmas music can be nice — I’ve always loved Donny Hathaway’s “This Christmas” — but when you’re drawing from such a narrow genre for such an intense period of time, it’s more than oversaturation. I can’t stand it. And I don’t know how your DJs stand it.

In the meantime, I’ve replaced the #1 position on my car radio with Mike 93.7. And you know what? I kind of like it. They play everything. And they have no DJs.

I really hope that I don’t get to liking this station TOO much, though, because I’m planning on switching back to you after New Year’s. And when that happens, you’re on probation. You’re on very thin ice, Oldies 103.3. Don’t disappoint me.



Ugh, Here Comes Christmas Thursday, Nov 16 2006 

Yesterday, I was driving to Wellington and absentmindedly changing the stations on the radio. When I was on Oldies 103, I heard some nice r&b instrumental music, and that’s what I like, so I started listening to that. And then it segued into a voice singing, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire….”

Hell, no!

It’s no secret that I’m not a big fan of Christmas. There are plenty of reasons for that, including the stress it causes, the money-draining it does, and all the annoying things it causes, like being unable to get a parking spot at the mall, GODAWFUL CHRISTMAS MUSIC playing ALL THE FREAKING TIME, and kids getting selfish and spoiled.

It’s also because every year, my mom has had a freak-out on Christmas, going into some kind of screaming/crying hysterics that vary each year. She’s doing better now, though. Last year wasn’t that bad, and now that she has Mark, I think things will be going better. But it’s been so bad, and it makes me dread Christmas every year. I can’t even relax, knowing that something bad is going to happen. My mom always used to have the freak-outs on her birthday, Mother’s Day, her mother’s birthday, her mother’s death day, all that stuff.

And I love my glee club, and I always will, but having to spend months each year preparing Christmas repertoire was excruciating. I hate Christmas music. It’s awful. One year when I worked at CVS, I counted exactly six different jazzed-up variations of “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” I hate Santa songs the most — why do adults sing them? (Of course, that makes me a bit of a hypocrite, seeing that I performed “Santa, Baby” in the glee club’s Christmas Pops concert last year.)

I’ll listen to Baroque Christmas music only. Nothing else.

And I really love giving gifts, and picking out the gifts that would be perfect for my friends and family, but it’s just too stressful to have to do it all at once, plus the wrapping and wondering whether the other person got you a gift of the same caliber. I think the stress cancels out the fun of giving. As for receiving gifts, I honestly couldn’t care less. It’s nice, of course, but it’s not like I look forward to it like I did when I was little….

Plus, since I was around 11 and did my first mall trip WITHOUT PARENTS with Amanda (that was such a great day, I remember it so well!), I have loved the mall. Whether I actually buy stuff, I love being at the mall and especially bookstores, spending hours trying on clothes or reading books or just exploring and seeing what’s on sale. And now it’s going to be about two months before it’ll be normal again. (My new schedule may help, but who knows?)

Honestly, I just want to get through this holiday….I’m thinking of working on Christmas. It’s TRIPLE PAY. Which comes out to an extremely nice rate per hour. I may get it, I may not. Hopefully I will.

Are there any thoughts? I can’t be the only one who feels this way.

Why I Love Going to the Movies Alone Tuesday, Nov 7 2006 

I love to go to the movies alone. And people always give me crap about it. But if people saw what I saw in it, they would probably be a more common presence at films! I’ve been trying to convert Lisa. Here are my reasons:

1) You don’t have to compromise with your friend or the group about which movie to see.

2) You can spontaneously pick up and go see a movie whenever the mood strikes.

3) If your first-choice film is sold out until late, you can do a double feature. (I did that this weekend with Borat and The Queen!)

4) You aren’t talking to the person next to you, anyway, and if you are, you’re probably annoying people around you.

5) I think romantic movies are better viewed alone.

6) It’s easier to find a seat when you go to see Brokeback Mountain at Hollywood Hits at 2:00 on a Monday afternoon and inadvertantly find yourself in the middle of Senior Citizen Movie Afternoon and there are only three empty seats and you find yourself yelling at an old man for giving one of the seats to his jacket….true story.

7) If it’s a funny and/or interactive film (most recently, like Borat, Jackass or Snakes on a Plane), there’s nothing like seeing everyone around you react. If you’re with someone, you miss out on that a little bit because you’re only focused on them.

8) If someone decided to bring their crying baby to a 10:00 PM showing of Step Up, you can yell a profanity-laced phrase without embarrassing your friends.

9) You won’t be embarrassed yourself when the sure-to-be-Oscar-nominated movie you dragged your current boyfriend to is filled with the sounds of his snoring.

10) This is one of the most significant things you can do for yourself in terms of independence. No matter how times change, going to the movies alone makes you a target. People look at you in pity. And you do need to have thick skin. You need to be free to laugh out loud by yourself, cry hard by yourself, be unafraid of your emotions. Because if you’re comfortable with yourself at its most emotional, vulnerable time — crying OR laughter — everyone else will see just how comfortable you are. And then, perhaps, the stigma against people who go to the movies alone will be on its way out.

Things and such Thursday, Jul 27 2006 

Tomorrow is the Hong Kong Duets Karaoke Contest. First prize is $100. Erica and I are singing Toto’s Africa. It’s going to be awesome. And I love the fact that while I may not be singing with a fellow glee club alum, I’m singing with a fellow glee club alum’s sister!

I’m finding nothing to write about….I HAVE been doing stuff with my friends — most recently, Jordan’s and Martini Monday at Venetian Moon. We had a big group there.

Work starts on Monday! I need to get a T pass….it’s quite expensive….

Project Runway is AWESOME! I don’t know why I’ve never watched it until this season! I was so happy for Bradley — there’s no way that he deserved to be in the top three, but his outfit had a great silhouette. I love Robert. I think that if I could be dressed by any designer on the show, it would be Robert and Keith. I would be all over Keith if he were straight — LOVE him!

And Baby-Sitters Club! I am replenishing my collection and I’m finding books at such a crazy rate. Seriously, as soon as I discovered what a huge fan base there still is among girls my age, I’ve been sucked in again! Ebay is great for finding books, as is the bsc_trade community on livejournal. At the moment I have 121 of the 225 books in the series, and around 30 are pending. I’m also making the rounds with the used bookstores — I actually went to SAVERS in REVERE today! Savers is a giant thrift store, and it was recommended by someone in one of the communities. It took me forever to find it, but after I had given up, I saw it.

I bought seven duplicates of books I already have: Kristy’s Great Idea (new cover), Claudia and the Phantom Phone Calls (new cover), Mary Anne Saves the Day (both old and new), Claudia and the New Girl (new), Hello Mallory, and Stacey and the Missing Ring. If there is ANY chance that someone out there wants to trade, you can have any of them for any book above 90, any Friends Forever, or any mystery above 17.

Oh, man. I get too obsessed.

I also went to a coinstar machine today, and was surprised to find that they didn’t have the no commission for a gift certificate for Starbucks, iTunes or But I got $16 out of it.

I got a new black iPod.

This is the most boring blog entry I’ve ever written….

….So how am I feeling?

Excited and a little nervous to start work, nostalgic that these are my last few days of freedom EVER, and full of dread because while times are great now, virtually all of my friends will have moved away by September, to greener pastures like DC, Florida, Texas, grad school in New Hampshire, and BOLIVIA (yes, Kara, I know you’re coming back, but six months plus is a long time!!). It’s sad. It’s like the end of college — I kept crying while we were still together, like at the Senior Farewell and the last Pops concert. Once I left, I was fine. I haven’t cried since. So this is marring the last of the good times I have with my friends. It just has a black cloud hanging over what could be an amazing time.

I think I’m going to watch a little Colbert.

Update Wednesday, Jul 12 2006 

It’s been a while since I’ve posted about my everyday life. Here are a few tidbits:

–Sars and I went to the American Idol concert in Manchester — which I loved!! Elliott was so adorable — he announced that it was his first concert, EVER, and he sang Luther Vandross’s “Never Too Much” (which I looooooove!!!) but forgot tons of words, so he hopped all over the stage. Ace Young looked GOOOOOD….Sars thought he was “creepy.” And there were these middle-aged women who were absolutely wild for Taylor Hicks, dancing in a really awful way during his whole set.

–I just downloaded Nelly Furtado’s CD “Loose” — I really like it. Especially “Te Busque.” “Promiscuous” is awesome, of course. And “Maneater” could be my new anthem! Heh. 😀

–For anyone who is a Baby-Sitters Club fan, you MUST check out Amsterdam, Amsterdam! It’s a fanfiction, a genre for which I held absolute disdain until I read this. It is the funniest thing I have ever read. (Of course, you need to be familiar with the BSC in order to get all the funny parts.)

–I’m also reading The Nanny Diaries — I’m really overdosing on nonliterary books this summer! But it’s really good, in the same way that The Devil Wears Prada is good. I’m looking forward to the movie, which stars Scarlett Johanssen, and Alicia Keys (whom I love) has her first screen role in it, too! Although I’m wondering who she’ll play.

I’m exhausted. I ended up walking around Boston in 3-inch heels today, through Downtown Crossing and the Financial District to the waterfront, probably covering about three miles altogether with the walking I did with Lisa by the Common and at the interview in Cambridge today. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now my feet are KILLING me. (Dad: “Why don’t you just wear sneakers like everyone else and carry your boots?” Me: “Do you KNOW who you’re talking to?!) We also had a freak thunderstorm today that was crazy — my train stopped out of fear of being struck by lightning, and there were pools of water downtown and on Charles St. near the cemetery.

Also, I am most likely going to see the Red Sox game on Thursday with my dad!!! 😀 It’s impossible to get tickets anymore, so I’m thrilled. My Uncle Mike gets tickets, and he always goes with my dad, but he can’t go this time because….

Well, Uncle Mike retired last summer and has decided that he wants to be an actor. His first job was being an extra in “Gone, Baby, Gone,” which is filming in Boston and is Ben Affleck’s directorial debut. It’s by the author of Mystic River and it stars Morgan Freeman. It’s about a missing child and how it affects the area. (Interestingly, Uncle Mike plays a newspaper reporter. He was an editor at the Boston Herald before he retired.) Anyways, now he’s in the Screen Actors Guild, and he’s an extra in “Underdog,” which is filming in Rhode Island. And it’s filming during the game (which is against Oakland). I’m excited!!

That’s it for now! God, I have so many more pics from Europe to post….