Meet Oliver

This is Oliver, my orchid. A few months ago, I fell in love with orchids. Lillies have always been my favorite but the unique beauty and character that orchids carry...just captures the eye. Wow. I don't think I've ever been so deep on this blog before. But I digress. All that I had ever heard about orchids was they are VERY FRAGILE and VERY HARD TO CARE FOR. Which, in turn, scared me of ever owning one. I didn't want to be responsible for killing something so beautiful. But then, I talked to Sue. Yeah, you know Sue...the receptionist at SK+G and she told me "Oh noooo....just water every couple days....you'll be fine...." You see, Sue's father was an orchid grower so she TOTALLY knows.

So Pep and I were at Trader Joe's over the weekend and as an early birthday gift, she purchased the orchid for me. On Mother's Day and no I do not feel guilty. She WANTED to, Ok?? Plants live longer if you name them. Fact. So this is Oliver and he is a very handsome fella if I do say so myself. He sits on the mantel in front of the giant elephant foot in my main quarters (out of reach from Sir Gordon Snacks A Lot and Miss Sienna Miller).

And now that I think about it, he is probably going to live to be like 120 since I dedicated a whole blog to him. So thanks for hanging in there and so far, so good.

Saturday Night Shenanigans

One moment, you're sitting at your favorite little piano bar down on Freemont East (Don't Tell Mama!) talking to your favorite bartender, Phil. You're enjoying the sounds of the talented staff while slowly sipping on your favorite cocktail.

The next you know it, you're inside the Beauty Bar with some of your oldest friends surrounded by hipsters on rollerskates, having drinks spilt on your new dress and you're getting pulled into a professionally set-up photobooth.

These my friends, are Saturday Night Shenanigans. And these moments are what my 20's are all about.

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The Twouble with Twoy

My mother is a speech therapist for elementary and junior high children. It is a wonderful profession that she is very, very good at and is recognized for locally. Her specialty? The 'R' sound. Funny thing? Her own daughter has issues with it.

Now, I don't want you to think that I'm walking around with a speech impediment. It happens on occasion, in fast conversation and when there is an r/w sound approaching. This post will be hard to describe (I'm sure actually HEARING me slip up is much more amusing) but hopefully the spelling can do it justice.

When I was in junior high, all I wanted was to be on the Brinley Bruins' Cheerleading Squad. Our colors were a combination of red, white and blue. Try-outs were coming up and I practiced my butt off. Every night and every morning in the mirror, in front of the two friends I had, to my dog...you get the point. I had the routine DOWN and I was planning on dominating. They were probably just going to make me head cheerleader right then and there (take that Buffy!). On the big day, my pom poms and I headed off to the gym. I got up in front of the panel, cleared my voice and started....
"Brinley! Bruins! Go, Fight, Win!"
Great, I shined like a star. Then came the big finale. The color chant.
"Red, wed, wed, wed, white, white, white, white and blue. (clap clap clap) and blue."

I know what you are thinking...."WUT HAPPENED?"

I got nervous, guys. I was chanting and then I anticipated that W and blew the whole thing. Needless to say...I didn't make the team.

There are many other stories just like this one (like the time I was in high school History and asked a question about the possibility of a "Whourld Roar Tree") but I think you get the point.

I also could never date a guy named Troy. Or Twoy in my world.

Life at 25 MPH

I had one of those nights last night when you take a moment to take it all in, you think to yourself, "Am I in some kind of independent film right now?" Ever had one of those moments? No? Well try to get yourself one because that's the good stuff. I've been lucky enough to have a few, mostly all taking place over summer nights. And like I said, last night was one of those nights.

Where to begin? Well, if you know me and I tell you that I met someone...what are the first two questions you ask me?

Wait, I've got this one.

1. Does he have a job?

2. Does he have a car?

So when I started mentioning new boy, the questions started rolling in. The first one, YES. The second brought a little hesitation. "Well...um..." "KATIE!" "I know, I know. But he DOES have a mode of transportation. It's a moped."

That look on your face right there...yeah, that's the same one I tried to cover up when I heard the news for the first time. That changed last night.

I met the boy for some drinks at one of my favorite spots, Chicago Brew Co. We enjoyed a few microbrews out on the patio and the night was coming to a turning point. I could either go home or I could take up this offer..."Want to go for a ride on the scooter?" And you know what, kids? I was feeling a bit ADVENTUROUS last night so I said "Um, YEAH!" "Ok, but you're driving" "No, no." "Trust me, with two people, we're not going to be going much faster than 25 MPH"

So we decided to head west. But first, we had to stop for gas. As we approach the counter, he purchases some water and says, "$2 on 13, please." Which is now my favorite quote ever. "$2?!?," I asked. "For 90 miles." WOW. That's like a round trip to Green Valley.

I'm going to spare you my cheesy details about my hair blowing in the wind and the feeling I had like I owned the road for that ride up to Red Rock. But a few hours later, when we were coming back from Red Rock and the air temperature had dropped a few degrees, I thought to myself, "Who knew life could be so much fun at 25 MPH?"

Lost in Translation

So Pep couldn't stand it, she just HAD to know what yesterday's post said. She took it upon herself to copy and paste it into her own Google translator. Here is the result which is even funnier than I thought I was by posting in Spanish yesterday. Enjoy and good luck :)

For which today is 5 of May. In order to celebrating, this position is written in Spanish. That is funny, since is the class that have failed in my life. Almost it feels refreshing to write in a different language. I feel as if would be able me to say my deeper, darker secrets and nobody knows. Then I remember that the majority of the people really can translate Spaniard and they have not to use Google for that. For those of you that to Spanish spoken (cough cough cough Lauren and PY), I ask him excuses and I am sure that this no sense makes.

This night we celebrate this glorious one of holidays visiting the house of Eener with double L. And yes, this normally it signifies problems. We are going to take it with calm, although with a few glasses of draining, some Rockband and a pound or two of the chips and sauce.

You know what infects? You quote. Is true. Is very stressful. And I am sure that is supposed that is not of that way. You suppose that they enjoy to know to the others and to have all easy. But if they know me, I want all. Now. You believe that my lesson of the past has been learned, but of course that not. Each time that my telephone dings, I am as "oh!" And then it disappointed (unless the text me Spoon of Gold with an offering).

One of these days, HSCOOC, one of these days...

You know what is the most amusing thing on this message? A day I am going to read it again and I do not they have idea of what was speaking.
TEQUILA!

Feliz Cinco de Mayo, Amigos!

Por lo que hoy es 5 de mayo. Con el fin de celebrar, este puesto se escribe en español. Que es gracioso, ya que es la clase que he fracasado en mi vida. Casi se siente refrescante para escribir en un idioma diferente. Me siento como si me podría decir mi más profundo, más oscuros secretos y nadie sabe. Luego recuerdo que la mayoría de la gente realmente puede traducir español y no tienen que usar Google para eso. Para aquellos de ustedes que se habla español (tos tos tos Lauren y PY), le pido disculpas y estoy seguro de que esta no tiene sentido.

Esta noche celebramos esta gloriosa de vacaciones visitando la casa de Eener con doble L. Y sí, esto normalmente significa problemas. Vamos a tomarlo con calma, aunque con unos cuantos vasos de sangría, algunos Rockband y una libra o dos de los chips y salsa.

¿Sabes lo que apesta? Citas. Es verdad. Es muy estresante. Y estoy seguro de que se supone que no es de esa manera. Usted supone que disfrutan de conocer a los demás y tener todo fácil. Pero si me conocen, quiero todo. Ahora. ¿Crees que se ha aprendido mi lección del pasado, pero por supuesto que no. Cada vez que mi teléfono dings, estoy como "oh!" Y luego decepcionado (a menos que el texto me Cuchara de Oro con una oferta).

Uno de estos días, HSCOOC, uno de estos días ...

¿Sabes qué es la cosa más divertida sobre este mensaje? Un día voy a volver a leerlo y yo no tienen idea de lo que estaba hablando.
TEQUILA!