Meltdown

I think I am about two assignments away from going into severe meltdown mode. It is the end of the semester, and within the next month I have due 3 papers and 2 projects, 4 labs, plus I am going to a conference next week, plus I have a quiz on Monday and an exam on Tuesday (which I am DREADING) and then another exam the week after that one.

*Blogger has reached critical mass*
*Overload*
*Overload*



*OVERLOAD!!!!*


I think that instead of studying, I shall waste time trying to invent a machine that will stop time and then allow me to get all of my assignments done.

Yup.

Dinner on the border....

I had Mexican dinner on the border last night. That is.... the German/Austrian border. Somehow I found the menu comforting. Seeing as it was the first menu I have been able to read since I got here, becuase it was in Spanish of course.


My Mexican Menu in German

It was actually very good.

Is it bad....

.... that I look at this site everyday for what you update.... but I am too lazy to update anything myself?

London, part two

Also, bangers and mash is weird. I don't understand how sausages and mashed potatoes equal dinner.

But I suppose it's basically like a burger without the bun and condiments, and french fries that are mashed up instead of fried.

So...maybe it's not all that weird.

Why Sports Fans Are Crazy

I just got home from London, and while we were there I bought a scarf from a soccer team for myself because 1) it was chilly, and 2) I thought it would be a fun thing to bring home. Well, I was wearing it around London, and Chris and I are about to go into a pub for dinner (fish 'n' chips, of course) and there is a sign on the front of the pub that says "No Football Attire". Yikes. I guess the fans there are soooooo serious they get in fights...especially in London where there are like 5 or 6 different Premiere League London teams.

Needless to say, we went to a different pub, where we wouldn't get beaten up or kicked out :/

Thoughts from the Queen of Randomness

The Lesinator writes....

"Freinds are like potato chips. If you eat them, they die."

and also...

"I used to go jogging, but my thight kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire."

We must learn from her.

Oops.

Yesterday I was thinking to myself "Wow...March is supposed to be the snowiest month and we have not had any snow - and the month is practically over!!" Today I woke up, and wasn't even able to leave my house because of how bad the roads were. Crap. I didn't knock on wood :(

Celebrating my un-birthday!

There is just something magical about a teapot whistle. There are probably a dozen ways that I could heat up water... run some through the keurig, microwave it, put it on the stove...but those methods are just lacking something: the high-pitched, screeching teapot whistle. It's simply marvelous. So while the keurig machine may be fast and efficient, the teapot will never be obsolete. It's so fun that it almost makes you feel like you are celebrating something...like the Mad Hatter and the March Hare in Alice in Wonderland, with teapots whistling an un-birthday song to Alice. A very merry un-birthday to me!

In love with Texas

I was at a fast food restaurant in Texas yesterday. I was completely blown away by the immense variety that they offered! Below is a short description of the menu.

Combo #1-  Four piece chicken

Combo #4- TWO piece chicken

Combo #2- sieven piece chicken

Combo#5- 6 Livers or 9 Gizzards.

Combo #3-  Three piece chicken

Combo #6- Six chicken hot wings 

I have only two questions for this vast and complcated diet....

#1- Where did they learn to count?

#2- Livers or Gizzards? 

I saw that, and laughed, and laughed.

This is the real deal.

Hope in America

In case you were under the impression that America is not in a downward fall, here is more proof. Read this story - the Three Little Pigs is butchered: http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Three+Little+Pigs+revisited.-a0112211337

What other stories are we going to butcher next? Cinderella and Prince Charming get divorced after he runs out and leaves her with the kids? Hansel and Gretel start eating a house of vegetables with fat-free ranch dip instead of candy? Come on.

The Never-Ending Christmas

A couple of days ago I was vacuuming the living room, for maybe the 10th time since we got rid of our Christmas tree, and I was STILL VACUUMING UP PINE TREE NEEDLES! Ugh! They never go away!

And then, I was driving home during a snow storm today, and I noticed a fall leaf blowing around.

In March. In the middle of a snow storm.

Now I don't feel so bad for still having some pine needles around the house.

You must think you know everything...

Ok. So, I was driving home the other day and I passed this billboard that said "May 25, 2011" and then "Our last day" or something along those lines, implying that Christ is returning ON MAY 25TH. What's interesting about all of those people is that obviously they haven't been reading their scriptures, because it very clearly says in the Gospel of Mark, 13:32, about the end times "But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."

My point is, STOP GUESSING. Because if Christ doesn't even know, then odds are that YOU don't know, and it seems extremely presumptuous to think that you do know the exact time.

Chewerees. blah.

There is one inevitable truth about all relationships. Each entity in the relationship fills in a role, and in every relationship there is one “Chewer” and one “Chewee.” That is not to say that one Chewer is not a Chewee in another relationship, or that the Chewer always takes advantage of the Chewee and chews.

In layman terms, a Chewer “chews out” a Chewee.

Now, some roles are defined by the situation. Your boss, your dad, and the IRS are usually the Chewer. Where as, your little sister, your dog and President Obama are the Chewees.

I believe that Hollywood sometimes displays relationships where each member is both the Chewer and the Chewee. I have never seen this, so I do not believe it. Or Hollywood will display relationships where neither is a Chewer or a Chewee exists. I do not believe this either. I simply believe it is dormant in some relationships.

Things get interesting when you try to decide where you fit in relationships with your friends, coworkers, and in laws. You might look at someone, and though you would never confront them, you have to wonder, who is the Chewer? Who is the Chewee? Is it too late to change it?

It gets even more interesting when you consider….. are the Chewees afraid of the Chewers? Who am I afraid of? Do I let that effect my everyday decisions?

As if it needed explaining.....

A Letter

Dear Snow,

I don't like you.

Love,

Katie

Life Changes

One of the nice things about life, is that it changes. Is this always good? No.. but for your convenience, I have compiled a list (below) of things that are positive change.

1. Classes don't last forever. I can make it through three months of anything!
2. I do not have to work at Caribou for the rest of my life. There will be a morning where I do not have to listen to grumpy people who want their 10 cent refund for getting the trivia question right.
3. Someday, I will be living in weather that is NOT -20 degrees... or negative anything for that matter
4. Because life changes, I am perfectly able to go to the bathroom and eat by myself. That might have been a problem 22 years ago.
5. Presidents do not last forever (!)
6. Airplanes!! It is super convenient to travel overseas now, compared to a hundred years ago when it took months.

That will have to suffice for now.

Relativity

One truth of life that drives me crazy is that "time is relative." There is nothing worse than the last fifteen mins of work. nothing.

Literally. I just got interrupted by my supervisor, and I could swear to you that it was a half an hour.... nope! Five mins. FIVE MINS! That makes it 4:49 my time........ oh oh! 4:50!

kill me now. put me out of my misery.

please!


p.s. 4:51!!!!

[fi-lis-i-tee]

Felicity. The state of being happy.

As much as I don't always like my work, it does come with its "perks" (haha - get it? I work in a coffee shop...oy).

For example, every week I get free tea. And, every day that I work I get a free drink (smoothies!!). Well, yesterday there was a new perk: The Keurig brewer. I have been wanting one for a while, but had not gotten one because they are SOOO expensive.

What happens yesterday? I get a text from a coworker: "The Keurigs are 50% off for employees" ... what!?

So, I bought a Keurig, for $65 dollars. The same exact one that is on the shelf at Target right now for $140.

What is felicity? Waking up this morning, and making a cup of coffee/tea/cocoa/mocha (THERE IS SO MUCH VARIETY!) within 30 seconds. Yes, please.

Woof...

Do you ever wonder what dogs are thinking?

We have two dogs. Sort of. Copper, a big shiba inu puppy dog just over a year old, and Gizmo, a 13-year-old pekingese-pomeranian mix. Gizmo is fairly certain that he is, in fact, NOT a dog. Not only that, he seems to think it insulting when we might suggest that he is a dog. Copper is 100% pure dog. And when they get together Copper thinks that EVERYTHING Gizmo does is some sort of playful action. Gizmo thinks that EVERYTHING Copper does is extremely disgusting and insulting. I would just love to hear a conversation between them. I think it would go something like this:

Gizmo: Grrrrrrrr
Copper: You want to play? You want to play? Play? Play? Play? *wag, wag, wag, howl*
Gizmo: I hate your face. Please do not insinuate that I would EVER play with YOU.
Copper: Play? *Woof woof!!*
Gizmo: Seriously?

Split Them Hairs!

Have you ever been in the situation where a discussion is taking place and certain members of the group seem to be driven by some unholy curiosity to discover the tiniest unimportant detail possible?

They call it “splitting hairs” for a reason.

It is quite literally the most frustrating and pointless of all earthly activities….. and I point blank refuse to participate.

Split Them Hairs!