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Lou’s also a lobster!
My representative fantastically is Representative Diana Degette who has spoken in the media against the passage of the Stupak Amendment. They must have been getting a lot of calls about this amendment, because when I finally got through to the DC office and I told the aide that I was calling about the Stupak Amendment, he just chuckled. I simply said that I wanted to thank Representative Degette for so vocally standing up against this amendment and wanted to encourage her to keep doing what she’s doing and push others to defeat it as well.
I don’t know if I’m actually doing anything to help, but it certainly can’t hurt.
As an avid supporter of organ donation (In the 9th grade I made it the topic of my “debate” presentation for Multimedia & Public Speaking), I absolutely love this xkcd comic.
For those of you who believe in organ donation, PLEASE take the time to talk to your parents/spouse/whoever is your next of kin to make sure they know your wishes to ensure that they are carried out in the unfortunate event of your passing. No matter what you mark on your license or intend to do with you innards, unfortunately a living person has the actual final say.
(YO MOM AND DAD - MAKE SURE YOU GIVE ALL MY GUTS AWAY IF ANYTHING HAPPENS. Especially my eyes. Let’s be honest - they’re too pretty to waste.)
In far more important news, however, I just sat with a friend while she got a tattoo and I’m jonsing like whoa. Now, I’m not saying I want to get the Cabbage Patch Kids Xavier Roberts signature tattooed on my ass, but that is what I’m saying.
Is it weird that I would TOTALLY get this tattooed on my ass? And it would seem completely appropriate to me? Have I mentioned here before my love of Cabbage Patch dolls? And that my niece has taken to appropriating my dolls at home which is just fine by me because EVERY little girl needs a Cabbage Patch baby? And that I still sleep with mine almost every night?
POINT: I would very much so get this tattoo, and I’m pretty sure the only thing stopping me would be the embarrassment of farting in the tattoo artist’s face sitting on the table with my ass exposed for so long.
This is how I wish I could spend all my mornings..
I woke up when Lou started rustling, checked the time on my phone, and groaned, wondering why my alarm didn’t go off. I got up, hunted around for some clothes to wear to take Lou on a walk when it hit me - today was Saturday. I didn’t need to be up at 6:50 AM, and THAT’S why my alarm didn’t go off.
It worked out though - Lou and I had a nice long walk around the neighborhood. I love this neighborhood - there are so many interesting hidden gems and fantastic architecture.
DUMPSTER DIVE.
Yeah, that’s right. I was taking Lou out for a last walk before Jahna and I met Amy for happy hour and when I went to toss the poo bag in the dumpster I accidentally tossed my keys/wallet (they were in the same hand as the poo bag) in as well. Did I mention it was dark? And I THREW MY KEYS AND MY WALLET INTO THE DUMPSTER?! And I can’t even get back INTO my building let alone my apartment without my keys?
It was awesome.
I rang the bell like a crazy lady until Jahna answered the door, then explained to her what happened as she was just like, “Really? My new roommate is insane.” And then I made her hold the flashlight, the dog, and keep the dumpster lid open while I climbed in (THANK GOD IT WAS EMPTY) and fished my keys/wallet out. This was after I changed into a dumpster diving outfit of ratty jeans, the polo I wore yesterday and rain boots. In case you were wondering, it’s harder to climb OUT of a dumpster than it is to climb in. Spider Woman legs + years of pushing out of a pool = PERFECT DUMPSTER UNDIVING FORM.
The good news of tonight? I left Louie at home by himself for the first time. We were gone for 4 hours and he didn’t have any accidents or flip out. Totes makes up for DUMPSTER DIVING.
and I was fairly certain that once she got to the letter K, she would post on either Katherine or Kate. They’re common enough, and a lot of lovely actors are named Kate. I’ve always been over the moon to share the same name with Kate Winslet, for example.
Anyway, for some reason I’ve always been incredibly vain about my name. My given name is Katharine, spelled that way purposefully after a great aunt, but my parents always intended to call me Kate. I am NOT a Katie. I’m just not. In my head (and this has no grounding in reality or what women and girls named Katie are really like, as if there were one homogenous type), Katies were always preppy, popular, pretty, and common. I was the only Kate in my class…and in any school I attended as a child or teenager, come to think of it. I liked being distinguished as the only one. I also thought of my name as being very plain, like my appearance, which I thought was appropriate and fitting. Kates are more serious and less beautiful than Katies. They are not more intelligent, but they are more creative and sensitive.
I think growing up in a small town in the south as the only Kate was just an anomaly. When I moved to the midwest with my husband, years later, suddenly I was one of many Kates. It’s a common name for someone my age. But I’ll always think of myself as being a little special because of it, regardless.
Funnily enough, Dominic has rarely ever called me Kate, and if he does, it’s because he’s upset with me. He calls me Katharine, enunciating the -thar-, because just like Kates are not always Katies, Katharines are not Kathryns, and vice versa.
Anyway, like I said, I am vain about my name. I suppose it’s a good thing to like what you go by. And we haven’t even gotten to my middle name, which is awesome.
My parents did a good job when they named me.
It’s interesting, and I was about to write on this. I’m a Kathryn who goes by Katie and is rarely called Kate. I have a constant struggle between changing my name from Katie to Kate, because as much as I love being a Katie, I feel like I’m growing into a Kate - and yes, there’s a difference. I know I’m still young and youtful and I look like a teenager and am cute and can be preppy, yet I’m getting my life together and losing patience with a lot of bullshit and am sharpening the edge that “Kate” has to it. I think I would enjoy being a Kate now, and I feel like it’s more professional and more people would remember it and connect me with it. Half the people at trade shows call me Kate to begin with.
Maybe when I start my next job I can make this transition, because I feel like it’s a name I’m finally growing into.
Reblog…Because I will always be a science geek at heart!
(A love for musical theatre and organic chemistry?! It is a wonder I didn’t get my ass kicked more often.)
Dear lord, Emily, I thought I was the only one!
(Can someone tell me why I’m a lawyer again?)
We just got back from subrogation conference and AT LEAST half the vendors were forensic engineers - meaning they analyze accidents and figure out why they happened. I spent most of my time talking to them instead of the attorneys I was supposed to because it was SO INTERESTING. And yet I work in marketing. As a copywriter. Second career?
