Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My office mate is a cool, courteous guy...which I RELISH. We both put on headphones to listen to music, we both speak quietly on the phone.
However, with this politeness come a few drawbacks. The office is almost too quiet. The silence has produced in my an abnormal neurosis about a few things:
1. I sneeze more than your average person. I probably sneeze about 10 times a day. A DAY people! I cannot control it. And the fact that my awesome office mate is the only one who hears this constantly it must be driving him bonkers.
2. I used to love to bring carrots to work to munch on in the afternoon. No longer. Do you have any idea how L-O-U-D crunching carrots are? Too loud, that's for sure.
3. I feel bad leaving my banana peels in our shared garbage can. For some reason when I look down and see that flaccid empty peel it grosses me out to think of him having to look at it. I'm sure he wouldn't care at all, but I just can't do it. I carry it out and deposit it in the large community can.
Monday, June 29, 2009
In the end, I've decided to follow my good friend allimarie's sage words. I ordered them both on Saturday. When they get here I'll post photos and we can then decide which to keep and which to send back.
Sound like a plan?
Oh, and I've PROMISED myself that I'll return one of them....I'm sure I will....I hope I will...I might...well, I guess we'll see how cute they are and then make up my mind...
The wife was an adorable girl, perfectly curled blond hair, big beautiful smile, adorable yellow skirt and I was immediately drawn in. Her husband seemed nice in a straight-out-of-jcrew catalog kind of way. I asked them a few questions and their responses made me laugh. I found out they were currently in Colorado selling something for the summer and would return to their home in Provo for the beginning of fall semester. It was a nice casual meeting of strangers.
Happens a million times a minute all over the world.
That is until I set my bible down on the chair between myself and the blond beauty. My bible has my full maiden name stamped on the front.
Two seconds later this stunning girl looked at me with a smile from ear to ear and asked, "Do you have a sister named Maggie?"
Stunned, shocked and filled with joy I responded, "Yes! I do! She's the best! Do you know her from Provo?"
Smiling she responded, "No, I know her from Spokane. I grew up there. Our parents are very good friends! I knew that you looked familiar, and I knew that Maggie had an older sister named Katie."
Then we marveled over the smallness of the world. I went to high school with her older sister. She'd heard all about me and my sister growing up.
I was floored.
And for a split second I saw myself as this girl saw me. When I left home for college she was probably 10 years old. I was someone who she'd heard about and sort of knew. And now we were sitting there as peers a world away.
I hope that she saw in me the person I am trying to be. Someone kind and open. Someone friendly and welcoming. Someone who she'll remember next time she's calling home and say, "my, that Katie sure has become such a nice and awesome person. She made me feel like a million bucks."
And then maybe her mom will tell my mom.
And hopefully that will make my mom smile.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sure, the inside is a bit of a train wreck. The ear doctor and I are up for the challenge! For only $199 this 2 bed, 1 bath, 1636 sq ft beauty built in 1900 could be OURS!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
If I still had time after that I'd grab some frozen custard from Bova's on the hill.
Lastly, I get it why some people don't ski. My sister is the type that hates to be cold and willingly sacrifices the potential thrill of the hill to avoid it. I never complain about people that don't ski here. The resorts are crowded enough and the traffic makes me want to pull out my hair. The more people who stay off my hills THE BETTER.
You have to understand, we used to share a tiny bathroom, all six of us in our other house. It was tight. It was cozy. It was hard to get any privacy. The new bathroom, all of them, allow me to actually sit on a toilet seat without the possibility of sitting on pee first. Jeb and I can do our thing at our own sinks without bumping into eachother all the time. There's also a jacuzzi tub! I can't believe I get to use this bathroom and not give it back at the end of the weekend. I keep smiling and having to pinch myself and think of the words to that song by Talking Heads, "This isn't my beautiful house, this isn't my beautiful car...ect...Many many days go by..."
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My mother- and father-in-law are fantastic people: kind, thoughtful, concerned and loving. I know they will never be the type of people who are controlling or pushy. They'll never force us to make a decision we don't want to make. I know, in the future, they'll never tell us that we're doing something wrong in raising our as-of-yet-unborn kids. They love me the way I am. They don't hope that someday I'll change into what they want me to be.
And I was taking this for granted.
Because the more people I meet and the more stories I hear about in-laws the more I realize this is rare.
How is your relationship with your in-laws?
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Granted it will need a little TLC and elbow grease to restore back to it's lovely 1960 self, but I think we could be up to the challenge...
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Well, luckily, the 6 kids we were assigned were AWESOME! Funny, outgoing, hardworking, in-shape...the best possible scenario. And aside from the less-than-romantic hook-up between two of our kids on the bus ride home (sorry parents) everything went perfectly.
After we got home from our adventure the ear doctor and I started missing these 6 raggamuffins. So, we decided to invite them over to our house for Wii Wednesdays.
Yesterday afternoon the ear doctor sent out emails to each of the inviting them over.
After a few hours, and zero responses I was getting a little nervous. Would they come? Did they get the message? Should I go buy something to eat since I doubt they'll really want munch on the 3 week old carrots that are sadly laying at the bottom of our fridge's vegetable door.
Then, inspiration struck. I casually said to the ear doctor, "dear, why don't you try texting them all?"
4 hours and about 203 texts later my husband looked up from his phone and said that they'd all be coming over next week.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I promise, I wasn't really upset about missing class. Instead I was totally and utterly overwhelmed by the newest and bigness of everything around me.
By the next day I was fine, but I've never forgotten that sense of being one small little cog lost in a huge piece of machinery. I've also committed to memory the lesson that the out-of-place feeling fades fast.
And that was a great lesson for me to remember this afternoon as I drove from one personality starved office complex to the next in an attempt to locate my new little cubbie. An office that, once found, had no network cable, phone or furniture less than 50 years old.
Monday, June 15, 2009
But for me, all those things pale in comparison to another larger hurdle. Reputation.
For the past 6 years I've worked very hard to make sure that everyone understood that I was there to be taken seriously. I made sure people understood that I was fully able to do my job. At the very minimum I wanted people to realize that I was NOT THE INTERN!
And what happens today?
No less than 3 people came up to me and asked, "so, are you enjoying the first day of your internship?"
It is especially surprising since at this company they take interns from HIGH SCHOOL. No joke. The guy who sat next to me in the orientation meeting was worried that the HR people would forget to return his DRIVING PERMIT after they'd finished his paperwork.
And while I guess I should be excited that I could pass for a 15 year old in their eyes, it's a still a bit frustrating.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Just feast your eyes on the wicked awesome folder they sent me BEFORE I even started!
Yeah, you know things are going to go well when they're assuring me from day -1 that I'll be achieving all I can imagine. Please note the very professional snowman pen that I intend to use to fill out my paperwork. I am NOTHING if not professional...
Then, I went ahead and opened the folder to find the the CEO of this 140,000 employee strong company took the time to write me a personal, individual unique letter of welcome.
As you can see I was very touched.
I may have dabbed the corner of my tear-filled eyes with a dainty lace handkerchief.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
This week I had the chance to go on an awesome Mis-adventure with one of my favorite bloggers, K. We've been reading about each other's lives for almost 4 years now. If you like to read someone genuine who just puts it all out there, hers is the blog for you!
K asked: What will you miss the most and the least about your old job? How does your new job compare?
Katie answered: The first and foremost thing I'll miss about my old job is the people. I made so many great friends there and learned so much from each of them. They threw me a big going away lunch and I was touched I teared up a little bit. Second, I'll miss the support I felt from upper management. I was so lucky to have people high up in the company watching out for me and sincerely caring about my career and the direction it took. I think that's pretty rare and I doubt I'll ever get that kind of personal attention at any other company. Third, free tampons in the ladies bathroom. It's the small things in life. I don't know how the new job compares because I haven't started it yet. All I know is I'll be working with one of my best friends from grad school so I think that'll be a blast.
K asked: If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life what would it be?
Katie answered: Hands down, my mom's meatloaf and mashed potatoes finished with a huge helping of strawberry shortcake. I know it may sound a bit country, but this meal is simultaneously so nostalgic and delicious I can't get enough! I actually had a boyfriend in college who called my mom for the recipe so that he could make it for me for a special dinner...that's how much I love this stuff.
K asked: When you finally buy your first house, what color will you paint the walls? (And when is that finally going to happen?? It is a tease seeing all these cool houses every week!!)
Katie answered: Hmmm...good question. Depending on the light in the space, I imagine the main living space a kind of putty gray, the kitchen almost all white with honey colored wood accents. The master bedroom will probably have slate blue/gray and somewhere will be a nice earthy green. I'm always drawn to those colors. Oh, and we probably won't be actually buying a place until the fall. We haven't even set up any real meetings with Realtors, but when we do I plan to fully document the entire house buying process here....so STAY TUNED.
Katie asked: As someone who is so athletic, which would you rather loose, your arms or your legs?
K answered: Without a doubt, my arms. The things I love to do - ski, run, hike, would be hard with no arms, but even harder with no legs. When I tore a ligament in my knee last summer and was out of commission for 4 months, I realized just how important the use of my legs was to my life. I was absolutely miserable during my entire recovery because I wasn't able to do my favorite activities. Not only was I physically injured, but there was a huge mental impact as well. Daily life would probably be harder without arms, but I don't I could handle the reduction in mobility that would accompany the loss of legs.
Katie asked: If you were mistakenly thrown in jail, who would get your single phone call and why?
K answered: My mom. I talk to her more than any one else - and her phone number is the only one I know by heart, so I think I'd have no choice but to call her. Also my mom is probably the only person who can decipher me when I am sobbing into the phone, which I would certainly be doing if I was thrown into jail. She also has experience with the whole phone call from jail thing - my brother and I are very different people...
Katie asked: Do you fantasize about having a really big blog sometimes? Why or why not?
K answered: No - not really, for a couple of reasons. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my current little piece of the internet. I think it could turn something fun into something that was a lot of pressure. I feel like the big bloggers out there have a lot of haters (on top of all their lovers) - I don't think I could handle the inevitable criticism. Also, I like the semi-anonymity I have here. I think the bigger a blogger becomes, the harder it is to keep that. All that being said, I am going to start working on actually posting on my own blog again on a regular basis.
Monday, June 08, 2009
THE SECOND SIGHTING OF BIZARRO KATIE AND EAR DOCTOR!
There we were minding our own business when, lo and behold, there they were. There was no mistaking the long red hair of the wife or the impeccably groomed facial hair of the husband. It was our alter egos. Our other half. I was so excited and overwhelmed that I almost fainted just like scene in Back to the Future 2 when Jennifer sees herself as a middle-aged woman in the future.
Luckily, I was able to keep it together long enough to snap a candid for you all to see.
Please ignore the huge tampon end cap....I am not sponsored in any way by feminine hygiene products.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Priced at $210, this brick 4 bed, 2 bath is 1876 sq ft and pretty much move-in ready. It's the cheapest house on the block by far and just ready for the ear doctor and I to come in and do a few touch-ups (building a garage, giving the kitchen some personality).
About 5 chairs away from us on the same row was a dad and his teenage son. They were both enjoying slurpees and texting away. Kind of a strange movie choice for a father/son outing, but, who am I to judge.
3 rows behind us and to the left were a couple of guys. I would understand if they were there on a date, but they way they acted toward each other they were deeply in the closet or straight as can be. What would 2 straight teenage boys be doing at a chick flick on a Thursday night? It baffled me.
Then, there was the predictable gaggle of teenage girls all sitting together way at the top of the theater. This group I understood. This group gave be deja vu a bit.
Just before the lights went down the gaggle let out their siren call. Loud, unstoppable, giggles. Probably quite similar to the sound I myself made upon seeing Leonardo Di Caprio's (I'm not sure if that's how you spell his name, but I'm too lazy to look it up right now) moody face in Romeo and Juliet. As I rolled my eyes, gripped my fingers and prepared myself for 2 hours of that annoying cackle, the boys from behind me called out, "hey, what grade are you girls in?"
Straight teenage boy attendance explained.
But then, before the guffawing girls had a chance to answer, the middle-aged man piped up and said, "one of them is my daughter"
I've never seen to scraggly headed boys whip around and sit up straight faster in my life. Their Volcom brims practically launched off their heads with the shear force of the twist.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
This week the beautiful, talented, stunning, blog-queen Leslie of A Room Somewhere stopped by for a little chat. I've been thinking about this woman a lot and had some pressing questions to ask. So I did.
Leslie asked: As a mother of three redheads, I am immediately drawn to others with red hair. My daughter, in particular (the reddest of the three), hears comments about her hair pretty much daily. Does that continue through adulthood? How many times have you answered the question, "So where does the red hair come from?" because I'm thinking of having a pillow made with that question upon it. Also, I feel like redheads kind of are expected to have a gregarious personality. But what if you are shy and don't want attention? Did you have a hard time with it as a child? Do you love it now? Do you sometimes wish you were just a brunette? :)
Katie answered: Great question! And it shows that you really understand the plight of us redheads. I regularly get comments about my hair even now, as an adult. When my sister and I were little and people asked us "where we got our hair" my mom taught us to answer "I'm not sure...I think it just came with my head" I still think it every time someone asks.
Being a red-head people often lump you into a personality type. You are either obstinate and feisty or really really nerdy. I do feel bad for the shy reds out there because, with flaming hair they really don't have the option of blending into the background. I had a hard time with it as a kid because when I exercise my face turns BRIGHT red...kids called me tomato face after gym class.
But I adore it now. It is, hands down, my personal favorite physical feature by a mile.
And I've never wished to be brunette.
Leslie asked: You and your Ear Doctor seem like so much fun. One of the reasons I love your blog is that you are so playful and always seem happy (even at work!). I like happy people. Are you really as much fun as you seem to be on your blog?
Katie answered: Jeez, I hope so. One of the major reasons I married the ear doctor was because he brought out the kid in me. With him by my side I feel free to just do whatever grabs me. Together we've decided that this year, 2009 is the year of happiness and so far, it's working.
Leslie asked: You have had some fun cooking adventures on your blog. What's the best thing you've made for dinner in the past month? I want a recipe.
Katie answered: I'm not sure if this was awesome because we were both starving, or because it takes about 15 minutes to pull together or if it really was just that good, but this dish blew my mind.
California Chicken Salad
Here's a funny side note. Every time I make dinner about half way through the ear doctor will raise up his hand and demand a celebratory high 5. We both love food and rejoice together over a slam dunk.
Katie asked: Alright, so this is 4 questions in 1 but I just have to ask: have you always lived in Texas? How do you stand the heat? Would you ever consider living somewhere else? Where?
Leslie answered: I have lived in Texas for eight of the past ten years. I grew up in Southern California and went to college in Utah, where I met my husband. He is from Texas, and was still a Texas resident when he applied for Dental School, so it made a lot of sense for us to move here when he was accepted. To be honest, the South Texas heat was really difficult for me. I have a hard time being sweaty and happy at the same time, let's just put it that way. They say that Southern Women don't sweat, they glisten, but glistening for 6 months out of the year can be tiresome after a while. I do love all the rain created by living in such a tropical place, though. I can't ever get enough rain! The weather in the Dallas area, where we live now, is a bit more my style. It's not quite as hot or humid, there's almost always a breeze, and the kids can play outside in the summer without fear of heat stroke. So I love it! (That being said, I could never live in Colorado! Way too chilly for us!)
I happen to LOVE everything else about Texas. The people are incredible, the food is amazing (BBQ and Tex-Mex), the schools are wonderful, and the cost of living is low (no income tax!). I feel very much at home here and we don't plan on leaving any time soon. It's fun to live somewhere that has "personality," and Texas has a big one. Could I picture myself living somewhere else? Oh yes, all over the world. I'd love to live in a big city at some point. I spent some time in college in London and thrived on that energy. I think it's important to find something wonderful about each place, though. An optimistic outlook can take one very far. At this point in my life, suburban Texas is perfect.
Katie asked: Does it sometimes bum you out to have a blog that is so dedicated to awesome pretty things and not be able to buy them all? How do you avoid feeling that way?
Leslie answered: It never bums me out to blog about pretty things I can't have. Because in the end, they're all just things. I feel like I have my head on straight when it comes to the important things in life. Sometimes I feel like I'm encouraging other people to buy things I put on my blog, and then I feel kind of bad. I don't want anyone to get caught up in the race for acquisition because you can't ever win. I like to use the ideas I find to inspire creativity with what I already have. If there's a gorgeous room full of designer furniture, I don't long for the designer furniture. I may take one element and recreate it in my own (cheaper) way. There are lots of ways to have what you love without spending your life away. Truthfully, my only real joy comes from my family and the love we have for each other. (Sappy, I know, but true.)
Katie asked: What is the most rewarding part of writing your blog?
Leslie answered: The most rewarding part of writing my blog is the way I feel like the world has opened up to me. Although I stay at home with my kids and love that part of my life, it can, at times, feel isolating. Through my blog, I have made connections and friendships that validate a different part of my personality. I feel like I've found something I'm good at and maybe one day, when the kids have moved on, I'll be able to put what I've learned to further use.
Monday, June 01, 2009
5 years to the day.
5 years ago I'd been living in Colorado for a year. All of my friends were single. My car was almost brand spankin new. I hadn't met the ear doctor. I hardly ever called my parents. My sister wasn't married and didn't have either of her two awesome kids. I bought new clothes at the mall because I didn't want to do laundry. I didn't think that lowering some of my personal standards was that big of a deal. I wore a lot more capri pants. I ate out almost once a day. I had a job that I barely knew how to perform.
And today? Well things are a bit different.
I've learned to LOVE living in Colorado...a place where probably 98% of my friends are married...most have kids. My car has a cracked windshield, huge scrape in the rear bumper and ripped off ground effect. I'm in love with my amazing husband of almost 2 years. I call my mother religiously every afternoon. I've made a personal goal this summer to not buy a single article of clothing (except for a dress to go to a friends wedding...that doesn't count). We hardly eat out at all except for a special occasion because I love cooking.
And my job? Well, today is my last day. On to bigger and better things.
What a difference a half decade makes...