Tonight Tonight

After work I get to train it on down to Borders to meet IN PERSON none other than, Billy Corgan himself. I am so excited I can hardly contain myself. He has a book of poetry that just came out andhe is signing copies. Cory and I are each buying one because we each want to meet him.

Wow...sweet Billy. I have so many moments of my life that are captured by his music. And now I get to meet him and have him write, To Katy, my biggest fan ever, thank you for all your support through the years. I wish you could have my children. Yours always, Billy. Or something to that effect.

Anyway, I'm off to work. It's Pajama Day at the preschool. I thought about wearing exactly what I went to bed with, but...my off the shoulder, cut-off, somewhat see through shirt probably wouldn't be the best thing for the kiddies, so man pajamas it is. And I will of course be sporting my pink furry slippers.

-listening to Muse whom I will be seeing again in just 2 weeks!!

sometimes i wish i could go back to when i thought i had the whole world in front of me

I don't have a Halloween costume yet. Actually I don't even have Halloween plans yet! And I have this sneaking suspicion that plans aren't going to magically formulate between now and this weekend. I will carve a pumpkin though and toast the pumpkin seeds. Mmmmmmmm.

Oh last night I was watching the tele and found out that the Four Seasons Hotel serves cotton candy! For real. It's on their dessert menu. How kookie is that? I saw them prepare it- this HUGE mound of light blue cotton candy on a plate! Too funny. Then underneath it all they hide a little scoop of ice cream as sort of a surprise. Now that's my kind of hotel. They showed these filthy rich looking middle aged gents going to town on it. Hysterical.

I have 10 minutes to get ready and I'm still in my PJs. Ta ta.

iluvkk

It's Monday Again?

Well, Oprah is officially on my bad list. I guess I'll have to live without seeing Johnny Depp. (And Kate, and Kate.) But, Oprah...if you're reading this...just call me already!

I have to go to the ghetto mat now. Waaaaaa. But I am officially over my cold which is fabu. Final Score: 2-14-3

For the LOVE OF GOD, that was way too long.

-listening to I Remember You by Skid Row

No word from Oprah yet...

But I know they'll be a'callin'. I mean, if I can't be in a movie with Johnny Depp, I'm at least gonna see him in person somewhere- and the Oprah show seems to be as good a place as any- well, besides my living room.

Oh, and Kate too, and Kate too. I don't want to forget her. She is definitely one of my favorite actors. Have you seen the movie Heavenly Creatures? She's fabulous.

Ummmmmmmmm, I'm still sick, too. Not sure what THAT'S all about. So I guess my being sick ration stands at 2-12-? Let's hope I can fill in the ? instead of adding on to the middle number.

Work calls.

-listening to I ain't goin' out like that by Cypress Hill

From time to time I check the Oprah website to see if there are any "Last-minute available reservations," for some cool show she's going to be taping. Usually there aren't any, or I find something stupid like, "Are you a Page Davis fan?"

Well, today...I stuck gold! Real, live, Pirates of the Caribbean-gold. The show they have extra tickets for is featuring none other than the dashing, the charming, Johnny Depp. And to boot, Kate Winslet is going to be on too. Two of my all time favorite actors. So, of course, I put in my request for tickets. What's funny is that you have to add a little note as to why you want to attend this particular show. Let's see...whyyyyy would I want to see Johnny Depp? Hmmmm, boy that is SUCH a tough one. As you can imagine, I didn't have any trouble filling that part out.

I will keep you posted. Fingers crossed everyone.

-listening to What You Waiting For by Gwen Stefani

Camping Trip

I finally get to make smores and I was still so sick over the weekend that I couldn't even taste them! I thought for sure that by Saturday I would have shaken this cold...but it is hanging on like a pair of wet jeans. I've been so congested that I haven't been able to taste anything- which I've realized would be a good basis for a new diet pill, because if you can't taste, nothing sounds appetizing.

The wedding was beautiful and it was nice to see friends we don't get to see very often, but trying to sleep in a tent in 29 degree weather was about the worst experience ever. And to add to that the fact that I couldn't breath out of my nose what-so-ever made the whole night that much more enjoyable.

My friend Chris has this theory about being sick. It's a 3-3-3 system. You spend three days getting sick, three days being sick and three days getting over being sick. I thought it was more of a 2-5-2 ratio, but since I'm NOW on my 12th day of having this cold, I don't even know what to think anymore. But I'm ready to not be sick anymore. That I do know.

Here's some pics from the camping trip.

-listening to Woman In Chains by Tears For Fears

So just when I thought things coudn't get worse...

Wednesday night, I'm at home watching TV, drinking some tea, and my head starts to itch...and then my arms..and then my back...and so on and so on until I'm a scratching machine! I attributed it to our radiators now being on making the air extremely dry and in turn making my skin even more dry. I shower and lotion up and feeling much better, go right to sleep.

Fast forward to 3:20 in the morning. I am awoken by extreme itching everywhere. I feel like I've been attacked by the poison ivy monster. So I get up and walk into the bathroom to have a look and I am COVERED in this terrible rash! My skin has welted up everywhere including my eyes so obviously...I'm freaking out. I''m up for about an hour and a half researching online but to no avail, so I decide I'm probably not dying and I might as well just try to sleep.

I'm up by 7:30 the next morning and the rash is still there but has subsided quite a bit. By 12:30 that day, I find myself in the doctor's office. She tells me that I've had an allergic reaction to something- what that something is, we're not sure. The only new thing I had that night was that darn tea from a nearby cafe. I've decided it was the culprit because it had about 8 herbs and whatnot in it like hibiscus and rose hips and other unusual things.

My new pal, the rash and his friend itchy are now gone, but man! I am trying to get better here folks! I've got a wedding to go to this weekend in the big MO. My stupid cold is still hanging on-so lovely- and I need it to be gone pronto! We're getting ready to hit the open road here in about 45 minutes. It's a camping wedding and you know what that means...SMORES!

Have a wonderful and rashless weekend everybody!

-listening to 23 by Jimmy Eat World

Old photos

I have had it! I was just looking through some of my wedding pictures, something I don't do very often, and I just can't believe how, I hate the word fat, so we'll say...unthin I look. It was very disheartening and probably why there are zero pictures of my wedding day around my apartment.

And even though I don't weigh as much as I do in those pictures, I don't weigh THAT much less. So enough is enough. I am so tired of not being the size that I want. Granted, for 99% of all women, this is an eternal stage we are in: never happy with our weight. But I'm really not happy with it.

I was packing up some of my old clothes last night to send to the hurricane victims in Haiti- a thing we're doing at the preschool- and I found a stash of jeans and capris that were at the very tip top of my closet that were all size 6. Ha! Size 6! I haven't been a size 6 since I first moved back to Springfield from NYC! Wow...to be a 6 again.

So, why the heck are those clothes still in my closet?? Again, most women keep "too small" clothes because at some point they will be that size again! (Duuuuh!) At least, that's the theory. Usually, those clothes stay there forever collecting dust and moth holes. But every once in awhile, we are able to get rid of them.

And for me, sending them to people in Haiti who need them so much more than I do, was reason enough. (Thank you, thank you.)

Which isn't to say that I won't ever be a size 6 again. But when I do finally get there after hopefully not too long of a journey -which by the way starts TODAY- then instead of getting to wear a bunch of outdated old clothes of mine, I'll get to buy NEW ones. Such a better idea. So ladies, time to send some clothes to Haiti. And don't try to get out of it.

-listening to My Boo by Usher and Alicia Keys

P.S. And yeah, I'm still sick, which I guess I should be happy about because I can' t taste anything. And who wants to eat anything fattening if you can't even taste it? Not me.

still sick

i can't even believe it. Man, I hate being sick...becoming inseparable with tissues, not sleeping, coughing up your lungs...such a joy.

So that's all I have to say today. It's no fun being sick. But feel free to send me lots of flowers. Or chocolate. Or a new head.

Wall of Shame

We keep a Kids' Quote Wall up at the preschool that features cute/funny things that the kids say. I'll watch a parent read it and laugh at how adorable the quotes are. "Isn't so and so just so cute???"

Well, I've overheard quite a few things that would never make it up on the wall at school, but should make it up somewhere...so I'm starting my own Special Kid's Quote Wall here on my blog. Enjoy...

"Miss Katy!!! My privates don't hurt anymore!"
"I'm peeing myself." (and yes, he was.)
"I can hit him cuz my mom says I can."
"Nora (our school director) ain't gonna come up here to get me cuz she too fat."
"Shut up, you fu#king bitch!" (Luckily this was not directed at me, but at another teacher.) "You. Look. Ugly today." (And yes, this one was directed at me.)
"I don't want to be a good girl! I want to be a bad girl!"

I'll leave you with those, but I'm sure there will be more to come.

-listening to Pink Moon by Nick Drake

man oh man oh man...my throat is killing me right now. I woke up unable to swallow, always a good sign, and have already taken 2 day's worth of cough drops. I DON'T WANT TO GET SICK!
Two of the teachers at school have been sick and some of the kids have been coughing maniacs. I'd love to call in sick to work but can't..maybe I'll just call in sick to life. Wouldn't that be fun? I'd ring this special bell and all of a sudden get beamed to an island in Hawaii. A small man would appear to welcome me and come around offering me pina coladas every few hours. And I could just relax on my own private beach for the day...collecting sea shells, taking in the sun...

I think I'm onto something here.

Just another day at the office

So yesterday at school Mr. Reggie, one of my most challenging kids, was having one of his episodes and I heard him say to me, "I'm gonna pee on you!." So, I turn around and there he is with his pants slightly pulled down and his little weinus whipped out pointed right at me. Just what I always wanted!

I told him to pull his pants up immediately and he refused, so I had to pull them up myself and pry his hand away from his "weapon" and tell him how inappropriate that was. He didn't care...until his mom arrived and I had to tell her all about it.

And that was just a little part of my day...I guess I should just be thankful that he didn't fulfill his threat.

-listening to the Foo Fighters

Just learned this today

Prosopagnosia: a disorder that involves an inability to recognize familiar faces -- even, sometimes, your own face in a mirror.

Sounds like a good basis for a funny movie.

mmmm, bake sale!

ahhh, Saturday morning..I'm getting ready to go to the Evanston Farmer's Market to help with the preschool's bake sale. Cory and I are down for the 10-11:30 shift. Oooo, la la!

I also baked peanut butter cookies for the sale, too! Why peanut butter you ask? Because they are not my favorite, so I can make a whole batch and actually have...the whole batch left when it's time to pack them up. (Vs. choc. chip cookies where you end up eating 1/2 the dough..and then you have to try one or two or three when they come right out of the oven, and then one or two more one they have cooled down to make sure they are still tasty. And then others want to sample them...it never ends. Well, it does and then you have 5 cookies left.)

It is chilly in here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need to go put on some socks. Happy Saturday!

-listening to Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd