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!