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QotD: Happy Father's Day

What important life lesson did you learn from your father?

How to make a martini!

daddy's girl

It's father's day and i'm 34 and still just as smitten with my dad as ever.  We get along, so well. we like the same things, have a hundred things in common and the things that aren't in common we can agree to disagree and a hug is still a hug.  I'm pretty sure my dad's never been mad at me. Or maybe he has but got over it, and maybe he was sooo good at keeping it under wraps it was as if it never happened.  I know i've never been mad at him.  I know it's unfair because divorce is polarizing and one parent is always the good cop.. but dad is the best good cop ever.  he's never resented me, and i am pretty sure he likes me as a person, i'm pretty sure we'd get along in any other incarnation.  

Thank you God and Gaia and the Annunaki for the blessing that is my daddy.

lots going on.. and not going on..

Still haven't made any friends in seattle.. which is no surprise really because i haven't actually tried.  maybe i'm 'nesting'.  Or maybe i'm lazy. in any case, the sun is up 22 hours a day here, and my bike tires are freshly aired, but here i am watching ion television. The fugitive is on. (harrison ford, who is yummy, didn't kill his wife.)

C is at the Brian Jonestown Massacre concert at neumo's.  The BJM is a killer band. last time we saw them play, i was a RAGING bitch, due to a knot in my back and an accidental 6-day-cold-turkey-quit of antidepressants.  While I would heartily suggest the BJM, I would avoid cold turkey quits of prescribed head-meds if you can help it.  

But the BJM is good and our love is stronger than anything withdrawal can dish out.  and here we are.

So, it's saturday night, and i ain't got nobody. i got some money cuz i just got paid.  

I may walk next door and get chinese (and cocktails. ahem) at the place the Yelp insists doesn't suck..  and i have some dvd's.  and i have a cat. and a scary movie is playing at the mall...

alright not so bad :)

love.

why am i the worst blogger ever??

one word: Hulu.

also: Lost. ok that's two words.

I changed jobs... i work in redmond, washington now.  I don't know where everything is yet, and every day is chaos.  i could easily work 18 hours a day and never finish.  I hate being reactive.

also, family, i got married! i am now a kat by a different last name.  Find me on facebook and see my pics :) or whatever.

ok that's it.  i'll baby step back in... promise.

who keeps having a foamy pee in the ladies room???

There are only two of us in the office, and neither of us is capable of the aggressive frothing which generates pee foam.  SO WHO IS IT??

west-siiiiiide

 I'm moving to seattle area in 2 weeks. also: bringing my True Love and the kitty too.

i'm too tired for elaborate detail but in short: same job, same company, different city.  this should provide for a very interesting spring, and hopefully, a promising future.

VIVA LA PACNW.

it is so on.

gnite.

dear diary

i am literally sippin on gin and juice.

I feel kind of alone today, diary.  I spent today with my sweetie, but it's never enough time. and i don't have the friends here that i had other places. and i'm never going to have kids and my cat will die someday.

and they're still showing that commercial on hulu, the one with all the city people drinking water the brought back in jugs, from the lake. apparently a lot of people are without clean water in this great, prosperous world of ours.

is this what growing up is like? sporadic periods of happy just floating in the sick of everyday sadness? what do i do? how do i fix it? can it be fixed?

by the way.. a note goes out to a friend who didn't know he was a friend. You're too good for her, you always were. i've been lurking your blog for a couple years, to see if she was treating you right, to see if she was capable of treating someone right.. she didn't.  she isn't. but you didn't deserve this, and you have done basically everything and then some that a guy should do for a woman he loves.  you rock and i'm sorry, and there's a beer waiting for you in nashville if you ever need it.

the world is a vampire,

kat

So you want to get me a wedding present?

Here's what I need:

Money.

or a House.

Or both!

;-)

i am feeling particularly in love and it only has a little maybe to do

with the fact that i'm having my first g&t in a week because 

I AM OFF-CALL, BITCHES

I take on-call very seriously. as some of you know, i work for a cell phone provider, and i tend to think of every dropped call as a potential 911 call. aka: EFFING SERIOUS. so my on-call is serious sit around and not drink, not have fun, not distract, not be unavailable, not fuck up time.  just be time. always have a phone, a laptop, and a pen time. always know a guy to answer the hard questions time. always ready at the speed dial time. 

so anyway... just know someone's looking out for you. i'm not unique; there are people out there who care as much about their work as i do.. i promise!

i had a great dance lesson last night. we played around, made stuff up, challenged ourselves and our expectations.  those are my favorite, because there is no win, or fail, it's just play. it's the journey ( i like the journey.. the one they're always talking about)...

then i went to work and made particularly amazing things happen. the sort of thing i read about when i was a wee little girl.  the sort of thing i never thought i'd be involved in building..... Ok it's not all that, yet, but it's a start.. it's a start.

you have no idea, really, how far technology is going to advance in the next decade.  this is where things start happening that you only read about in books, or saw on tv. or never read, never saw, never dreamed.

anything is possible.

I am in love with the best guy in the world. (and i have known some guys).. i've known guys i loved a lot, i've known guys who loved me a lot, but i've never had the number one of both of that. I love him and he loves me, and we are each other's number one, and we are the whole world.  we're getting married soon.. 

off to bed. I love him. I love gin. i love the whole goddamn world.

twitter is ridiculous

Ok so i originally signed up just to score my handle, which isn't a handle, it's just a twitter name (whatever). but recently i met some twitterdorks at a friend's party, and it seemed like twitter might be the place to Meet New People and Develop Interesting Friendships.. but what I'm starting to sense is, the kind of relationships you might develop would echo the medium's content: bountiful, but small and superficial.  

I guess i'm gettting ahead of myself. I've never even met a Nashville twitterdork.. i can't even find any I want to subscribe to.  I've searched all morning, and there's just nothing about those 140 char tweets (or strings of them) that make me want to delve any farther in the content of their lives.  I added a few, to go thru the motion, but it seems so oddly voyeuristic and intrusive, just watching their everyday without any specific interest in any of what they're doing. 

I feel creepy.

WHAT is the appeal?? Obviously I'm doing something wrong...! 

If you, twitterdorks, had to write a paper: 0-to-tweety: 10 steps to understanding and loving your twitter... what would you say?