Wordless Wednesday

ABCs if KTC

ABCs of me!

A - Age: 23
B - Bed size: Queen. just like me :)
C - Chore you hate: its clear I dont like to clean my room.
D - Dog's name: Joe and Mollie
E - Essential start your day item:well of course I need my coffee.. and cereal.
F - Favorite color: Teal and purples and browns
G - Gold or Silver: Silver
H - Height: 5'5"
I - Instruments you play: its called the air guitar and also I sing
J - Job title: starbucks barista
K - Kid(s): None..
L - Living arrangements: a massive mansion I bought all on my own of course.. ok fine I like with my parents.
M - Mom's name: Karen
N - Nicknames: Kate, katie bug, katie batie.
O - Overnight hospital: ummm when I was born maybe.
P - Pet Peeve(s): Grumpy/rude people in the drive thru.. we will jus go with one..
Q - Quote from a movie: "Buudy the Elf whats your favorite color?"
R - Right or left handed: Righty
S - Siblings: I have an older brother, Drew and an younger sister Kelly. We are all 16 months apart.
T - Time you wake up: Whenever I want! or have to work
U - Underwear: Yes, thanks for asking.
V - Vegetable you dislike: I dont like peas all that much
W - Workout style: Running and or yoga
X- X-Ray's you've had: none besides for my teeth.
Y - Yesterday's best moments: Hanging out with some cool kid and watching the Broncos Game was pretty fun
Z - Zoo favorite: I LOVE THE ZOO!

Well there ya go! ABC's of ME!

Bands dont make you cool..

I will call this guy Bandly (get it band and ly.. like bradly..ugh dont judge).


It was a nice summer day out and I just got off of work when I decided to sit outside on the patio (I work at starbucks for those of you who have lived on mars and dont know) and read a book. I was totally enjoying the day and my book and also feeling a little anti-guy (yes I know I feel that way alot but can you blame me? if you do, read some of my other blogs) when out of no where this nice looking young man came up to me and said "I've been wanting to tell you that you are so beautiful and I would like to ask if I can get your number".. I thought to myself gees cant a girl just sit and read in peace????? but of course because I was at work and I HAVE to be nice at work I said well "thank you and sure.. its blah blah blah.." well he continued to come into work and we got to know each other quite well and he even took me out to dinner once.. which was a weird situation. only because he was really awkward and he kept thinking I was mad or something which got really annoying after I told him for the 100th time that I was fine.. reguardless of this awkward dinner and not to mention the awkward kiss (if thats what we will call it) we continued to hang out..(Im a real nice girl...) and the more time I spent with him it became clear he thought he was.. well the shit... and this is mearly why.. he was in a band... BUT it was not just a rock back or a tuba band.. no, a country band.. yes my friends a country band.. (no I do not have anything against country music). He seemed to think he was the hottest thing ever and he let me know it. He always talked about how cool he was and where his next show was (which was normally at hotel banquets or some stupid nonsense) and this was the breaking point.. (like I said Im nice and I am aware it took me like 1 month to kick his band ass to the curb) I swear to god he came up to work and said "I went to coyote ugly last night.. and when we walked in alllllll the bartender girls were all over us and we got to drink VIP all night, it was so tight... she thought I was hot.... and they were dancing on the bar and we were on the bar too... they were all dancing on us..... we were so cool....we are so hot..." I finally told him.. "you know.. Im just not feeling things between us.. Im reallllllllly sorry and I feel reeeeeaaaalllly bad and I hope you understand that its just not gonna work out.." he was mad (I think he even cried) and for the next 5 months he tried to make me real mad by coming into work and not talk to me...and make me feel like Im missing out on a real star by handing all my female coworkers his cd.. (yeah totally missed out)

just let this be known.. Bands dont make you cool...

Not Me!

Its that time again... Monday..


I did not freak out when I saw snow falling on the ground this past Wednesday. And I did not drive 20 mph the whole way to work because I was freaked out that snow was falling. And I did not get honked at at least 10 times either. And I definitely did not make a left turn on a street covered completely with Ice only to then Run into a curb. And I did not say a few choice words to the sky and to my brother who was not laughing at my driving skills.. or lack there of.. And I did not take it to a auto shop only to be told that I did not bend my control arm and ball joint and they did not tell me it would cost $785.. No way.. Not me.. I always drive great even when it snows. I did not dress up as Batgirl and wanted to go trick or treating on Halloween.. Nope Im to old for that.. What adventures can I get myself into this week???

A day Ill never forget.. October 30th 2004

Ill never forget the huge sacrifice that was made on this cold October day. I was sitting watching TV when I got the call from my brother.. That our good friend Andrew Reidel was killed in action in Iraq.. It didnt really hit me till we were all (and by all I mean most of Northglenn High School) sitting in that Church all faces soaked with tears.. He was such a tall guy and very funny.. I have very few memories as though the small ones have seemed to fade but the important ones have stuck in my mind pasted there with the glue his smile brought. I remember one night Tony Chad Andrew and the rest of the crew and myself were at the Ranch Roofs (a place where we would climb on the rooftop of this building and we would sit there and drink and watch the cars pass on 120th) This piticualr night the cops were called (could have been the fact that there was about 10 of us up there) and we had to book it off the back part.. we didnt really know how we were going to get down with out getting hurt but there was Andrew the only one tall enough to stay there and help all of us short people down and book it across the field.. I should have know then that he was meant for what he did. To help people. He is forever in my heart along with a bunch of us.. Its hard to believe its been 5 years, it seems like just yesterday. Thanks for what you did my friend.. A true hero indeed.

Wordless Wednesday

Not me Monday

This week I did Not secretly wish that I would either A: Get really sick or B: wreck my car so that I didn't have to go to work at least once this week. No way Not me I totally LOVE my job. Or This week I did not tell my boss that I was trying really hard to sell our new promo even though I didn't ask a single person, no way I always try very hard at work. And I surely did not wish that one of our shift leads at work got really sick so she wouldn't come to work the next day, no way I LOVE everyone I work with. And I did not wish that my best friends baby shower was next week instead of this Friday because I'd rather go down to my sisters, no way I am ALWAYS there for my friends, Always. And I most defiantly did not sleep through my alarm on Sunday and miss church, no way I ALWAYS wake up to my alarms. And I did not spend 3 hours searching the internet for the perfect Halloween costume only to discover its going to cost me an arm and a leg. No way I have more important things to do like clean up my room (even though I have not been avoiding to do so in over a month) And I did not spend my entire day off on wednesday on the computer looking at blogs, no way I mean like I said I have better things to do. And I did not sleep till noon on Saturday instead of getting up and driving 2 hours to see my sister, no way I'm up by 8 am every day. Man its tough being PERFECT every week...


This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. Come on, it's like free therapy

Dear Dater, (sent in dating stories from sisters like you!)

This was sent via Email from a fellow dater. We'll call her "BC". Enjoy :)

Struggling to comprehend the priest's words, I stood at the altar with sweaty palms and desperately clutched a fragrant bouquet. As I waited to state my vows, I flipped through my mind’s Rolodex searching for former boyfriends that could have potentially been standing next to me.
First, there was the "Let me check with my mom first" boyfriend. This guy would not venture anything without mommy's permission. Craig was an only child and was indulged by his doting, stay-at-home mother. His father was rarely around as his highly-paid job kept him busy trotting around the globe.
Every semester at State College, Craig changed his mind as well as his major. Being a professional student didn't pay but, rather, enabled him to continue mooching off his parents. Consequently, we ate at nice restaurants, caught the latest movies, and frequented the trendiest dance clubs. The funds came compliments of mommy's American Express card. The only catch was that he obtain her approval before charging anything. This way, mommy was able to keep close tabs on our whereabouts at all times.
Craig presented me with my first engagement ring: a beautiful diamond solitaire. He claimed he had purchased it earlier as an investment. I silently surmised that the “investment” most likely came in the form of a prior girlfriend who gave him the boot.
Although bestowed with a ring, Craig hesitated to set a wedding date or tell his family we were engaged. Eventually he followed his parents and their money when they moved to a different state. I gladly returned Craig’s “investment.”
Secondly there was the "I’m too busy for you" boyfriend. This guy’s workday was longer than Bill Clinton’s list of illicit liaisons. When the job was completed for the day, it was either paperwork that night or out for brewskis with the boys.
I, his girlfriend, appeared to be superfluous in his life. On the rare occasions when he would make an official date with me, I would brainlessly wait for him thinking, “he’ll show up any minute." When I began smelling perfume other than my own on his pillows, I gracefully bowed out of the competition.
Third came the "You must be up to something like I am" boyfriend. This guy was so busy scheming his next affair that he erroneously assumed my conduct was as disgraceful as his. This piece-of-work decided to slap an engagement ring on my left hand in hopes it would double as a chastity belt.
But the guiltier he was of indiscretions, the more he imagined I was doing the same. He then plunked the wedding band on top of the engagement ring, sans any official marital ceremony, while his left hand stayed jewelry-free.
When I discovered his trysts, I returned the rings and advised him, “tell the next sucker you give these to that they were an investment!”
Following was the "I've suffered a tragedy in my life and am therefore allowed to wallow in self-pity and be self-destructive" boyfriend. This guy’s first priority in life was drugs. He found me quite suitable since 1) I had my own place, and 2) I didn't partake in illegal substances. This way he didn’t have to be concerned with a rent payment and could spend what little cash he had on an expensive drug habit without the added worry that I might pilfer his stash.
I foolishly supported this bum because I felt sorry for the tragedy he had endured. And since he had my pity, he felt justified in sponging off me. I didn't fully grasp how absorbent he had become until after he was gone and I discovered he had supplemented his habit by hawking my watch and two cameras.
And let us not forget the "I'm too stingy with my money so we'll just spend yours" boyfriend. This guy was so tight that if you shoved a lump of coal up his derriere, a precious gem would emerge the following week.
"Stingy" had a good job working full time as a county sheriff's deputy, but the car he drove screamed "part-time Taco Bell lackey." Before long, he began spending the night on several occasions. When he started hanging his clothes in the closet and leaving a razor and toothbrush in the bathroom sink drawer, I approached him about moving in with me and sharing expenses. Surprise! He declined. But the real surprise was when after he rejected my offer more clothes were in the closet and more toiletries in the bathroom. Hmmm.
Fortunately for me, summer arrived. It was the time of year his mother made her annual trek from her city apartment to her home in the mountains. Deputy Dawg, no longer needing my domicile, quickly packed his things and moved in to mom's temporarily-vacated (and rent-free) apartment. But come September, Deputy Dawg was back a-knockin' at my door. Only I wasn't a-answerin'!
Last, but not least, was the "I'm separated but cheating on you with my wife" boyfriend. This man had left his wife after discovering she had been sleeping with another man. However, in his tale of woe, he neglected to mention that she was getting even with him for all the times he had cheated on her. He moved in with me ("only temporarily until [his] wife moves out of the house"), and I listened as he tearfully recounted his trials and tribulations.
Occasionally, I would wake in the middle of the night to find he hadn't come home. He would call the next day to apologize and claim he had fallen asleep on his mother's lazy-boy chair after drinking too much beer. It was later revealed that these were the nights he went back to his wife.
I soon grew bored with this routine and met my future husband at work. When I told "beer boy" to take a hike, the first phone call he made was to his estranged wife. He sobbed as he told her that if he had hurt her as much as I had hurt him, then he was terribly sorry. Regrettably, this conversation happened simultaneously with his fist violently puncturing my kitchen wall.
The memories of these so-called boyfriends sent macabre chills down my spine and my body shuddered. Trying to shake it off, I drew in a deep breath.
As I slowly exhaled, I realized that these boyfriends did serve a worthy, if not desirable, purpose. They were the steps necessary to teach me who and what I could live with and without. This way, when Mr. Right entered into my life, I recognized him just that much easier.
My attention focused back to the ceremony, and I turned to gaze into my betrothed’s eyes. I breathed easier, and a contented smile crossed my lips.
"I do."

Sassy Shoe Thursday

I saw this on a Lady from church's blog. :)
I love these shoes. they were on sale at Charlotte Russe for $10!

however, they are the most uncomfortable shoes I've EVER worn..

Ive maybe worn them twice.. if you look real close you can see a few scoffs on the heel and that was more then likely when I fell over and almost broke my ankle..

Talking Thursday

I thought Id take a moment to explain my wordless Wednesday. This is my bestest (and most favorite) nephew, (alright and my only) He is probably the best little man in my life and hes such a hoot! Hes learning how to finally put his words together and form sentences and hes is just so cute! And so far, he never lets me down, he never blows me off on a dinner date and he sure doesnt try any moves besides for maybe sneaking some candy, (does it count as sneaking if Im the one sneaking it to him?) Hes got the best mommy and daddy so he is always happy. AND he lets ME rock him to sleep for nap time and I get to sing my favorite song to him. I just tear up every time I get to sit there and watch him fall into a sweet somber.. What a great Joy this little man has brought to my life.. Hes sure worth living for. :)

Wordless Wednesday (going out of the norm today)

Awkward Allen Has Just Entered the Building Everyone!

This one is short....

I met a guy at work a few months back and we hit it off really well, well for the most part. We didnt ever really hang out outside of my work but regardless he got my phone number and I was exctied to actually met a normal guy. A few days past and he finally called and asked me to hang out (maturity was apparent because he called and not text me). I agreed to hang out and we decided on dinner at his place with his roommate and him, they were cooking a ham. Did I mention this ham was sent and I quote "from momma Smith" (please note last name was changed for privacy purposes) And did I also mention that "Daddy Smith" was a big time lawyer? Yes so far he had alot going for him, He was in school AND he had a job. All seems like its going great right? Right.. Kinda.. Except for when I arrived at his house to eat, he really didn't ask me any questions about me and I found myself asking most if, not all the questions.. even to his roommate.. So you know what ever I was relaxed and did most the asking no big deal.. we watched a movie.. he attempted to hold my hand.. Kinda.. All in All, there wasn't any thing bad that happened but there also wasn't anything.. well exciting.. at all.. I felt like I was hanging out with a cousin or something.. It was just really weird. So I left feeling... bored.. and went on with my life with the famous last words from his mouth Ill give you a call tomorrow proceed with awkward hug and BAM getting in my car and turning on the radio was the most exciting part of the whole 4 hours I spent that night. And Get this, I know totally Shocking, he never called.. And this is the sad part. I didn't even notice till 4 days later when someone asked me... Anyway I never really thought twice about him, he stopped coming into work so I figured you know there just wasn't chemistry right? And Not even a week ago he shows up to my work, sits down and talks about himself the whole time and then when he was getting ready to leave he says this "alright well Im leaving.. you still have my number right? and normally, and when I say normally I mean if I wasnt so bitter towards the naive-ness of the male species lately, I would have been so nice and made up some stupid excuse as to why I no longer have his number, but I mean I havent been normally lately so I straight up said.. No.. I deleted it... and his response? haha well it went like this wow... rude.. well ok... and I replied like this what? I havent seen or heard from you in 3 months and you expect me to keep your number?? and he said.. right.. well.. ill shoot you a text then with my number.. bye and I simply and so kindly (and with a smile) said.. Im sure you will .. and I felt so much better.

Downtown Dumbass

I was downtown the other night with a few girlfriends at cowboy lounge for ladies night when a strange man came up to me and said "Katie o my god hi!" .... who the hell is this? taking in subject... parted hair neatly combed and gelled, check.. pink button up shirt, check... sweater tied around waist... wait what? I know that sweater... I remember thinking this exact thought about what a queer this guy looks like sometime before... O my god.. this can not be. I met this guy like 2 years ago downtown at lodos on beer pong night. And cue my story...

It was a cold night in Lower Downtown Denver when my friends and I arrived at LODOS bar and grill to do the usual drinking and socializing when I met this guy, and Im sorry I cant remember his name for the life of me, when this special occasion occurred. And this is how this guy introduced him self to me.. Heyyyy we went to highschool, you remember me? WTF who is this guy.. takin in subject: neatly parted hair combed to the side and neatly gelled, check ... purple button up shirt, check... sweater tied around shoulders, check.. (which later became tied around his waist) me: uh hi.. no I dont remember you I'm sorry where did you go to school? Him: ummmmm northwest high right? me: rolling eyes no not even close. him: oh well hi my name is.. ___ I dont remember me: hi Im Katie.. Him: can I buy you a drink? (please keep in mind that I was a small little rookie of downtown denver and had no clue how to deal with creeper guys) anyway long story short (kinda) he bought me a drink and we ended up talking (I mean I couldnt be mean could I? *snorts*) and I swear he got so drunk he told me this 5 hour long story (exaggeration added for emphasis) about "him and his friend just moving up to town and meeting these girls who they hung out with all night and his friend was so into this girl he told her that he lived right next to her and would share a taxi with her but in reality he had no idea where he ended up at and didnt know how to get home" me:... Okkk wow great story dude. Well it was GREAT meeting you.. him: wait can I get your number? me: umm ( f my life) sure... *scribble scribble* ok bye :) well luckly he never really called me (must have been due to my accidental scribble of my number). But lucky me I ran into him the following week at the same bar.. (f my life again) and blah blah he bought me a beer or 5 (what? It was the only way to deal with this guy, whom I swear was wearing a sweater on his waist again) And I swear he got so drunk he told me the exact same story the exact same way with his exact same smelly breath and wearing his gay little sweater.. me: alright well that was an awsome story.. him: can I buy you another beeME: YES PLEASE!!!!!! me: ok well thanks for the beer have a good night. and I walked away hoping to never see him, again until 2 years later and dont worry when I saw him a few weeks ago (and much more experience under my downtown belt) I quickly ran away before he could tell me his amazing adventures..

And good night. xoxo

Mc PeePants

I just remembered this guy and man o man its a doozie!

I met this guy up in boulder from mutual friends (actually I think he was a friend of one of the guys I dated, Ill blog about that one later) Whenever I went to Boulder it was either Green Bean or this guy, Ill call him.. Mc PeePants, that I hung out with. This guy was way cute, good body, great personality extremely funny. When we went out it was always guaranteed to be a blast of a time because him and his friends were so much entertainment and they always paid for our drinks :o)
I remember this one night we took the bus from his house to the bars in Boulder which meant guaranteed wasted-ness. We went all over the town that night and Melissa and I had so much fun. Finally at closing time we walked all the way back to his house, which wasn't close. I really wanted to go home but I had had way to much to even think about driving home so it looked as though we were there for the night. I called Mc PeePants bed and Melissa called (we'll call his friend cheap) cheap's bed, Not really thinking that they would sleep in the beds with us (drunk=naive). I decided that I was done for the night even though they all clearly wanted to drink more so I said my good nights and went to bed, alone. Little did I know that when I called Mc PeePants bed he didn't seem to get the hint that He couldn't join (again drunk=naive), and was rudely awaken to the sounds of running water, almost like a calm flowing water fall.......... wait, what the deuce? I don't remember a waterfall when I went to bed! I appallingly looked to my right only to find a completely naked man.. brace yourselves, peeing the bed... Yes He literally got so piss drunk he pee'd the bed. I will let you all know that I instantly removed myself from his side so fast that even superman would have been surprised, mind you completely free of his... urine... and spent the rest of the night/morning sleeping in my car..

Fat Green Beans

I call this one Fat Green Bean..
I met him through my brother which was meant to be just a friendship kinda thing. I really liked hanging out with this guy mostly because he was alot of fun and he showed me around redluob town (changed the name of this town too, from privacy reasons ). We hung out quite alot during the summer and he was always really cool to let me crash there when I was to wasted to drive back home (which I mean, wasnt THAT often...) We really started developing a good friendship. And he was even nice enough to introduce me to his very handsome but all to young roommate :) Things seemed grand and this continued for about 4 or 5 months and one sudden dark day, he dropped the biggest green bean of them all on me.. and that was... the L word. Cue world stopping and jaws 3 music and bam! You've got a shell shocked drunk Katie on your hands. So lets emerge ourselves in this little bit in time shall we? "Katie I have to tell you something" -Fat GB "OK go" -Ktc "Well this isn't easy for me but I just gotta tell you how I feel" -FGB "...um OK...."-ktc "its just that.. I think I love you." -FGB "Um FGB no you don't you dont even know me that well other then the light surface you've skimmed" -Ktc "no I do I love you"- FGB "FGB Its just that I cant ever see myself with you and I like you as a friend nothing more so please don't do this"-Ktc "no I have to"-FGB " then I dunno if we can be friends because your feelings are much stronger then mine" -ktc " fine, I hate you, your a whore"-FGB (OK maybe that last text didn't exactly go like that but close enough) And he did proceed to tell everyone we hung out with AND my BROTHER that I was a slut and a whore who should die. Ill never look at Fat Green Beans the same...

Jumbo Jerk

We'll call this next guy ... Jumbo Jerk. I met him at Fridays and we totally hit it off great despite my extreme intoxication, He was even nice enough to make sure I got home safely (ok home to his couch) and he didn't even try to make a dishonest move on me that night. I got his number (although I don't remember much of the night) and later that week he asked me to dinner. I was way excited because this guy was very handsome and very independent and on his feet. Dinner and a movie was a huge success, he even paid for the whole evening (yes I offered to help pay for everything). For the rest of the week he invited me over every night to watch movies and eat dinner (he ordered pizza one night and cooked the next) and I was really starting to dig him alot. Although he did try to get in my nickers (sorry ma) he was very unsuccessful both attempted tries. All seemed grand and a couple weeks passed till one drunken mistake (on his behalf) when he text me at 2 am to see what I was doing. "Going home from downtown" I replied "Come over" was his.... "I cant I've been drinking and have no way there." "Your loss" was his next message.... cue screeching record and jaw drop MY LOSS? MINE? Is this guy for real? "UM no I'm pretty sure its your loss because YOUR the one texting ME and 2 am" was my bullet shot back at him. "Whatever" was his only response..... yeah whatever is right. Jerk. And then this is where you add stupidity to the mix: "So whats the verdict?" He so had the nerve to ask I say "on what?" and he so simply says "coming over" your kidding right? "No can do". And that was the last I ever decided to hear from Jumbo Jerk again.. yes note the decided because it was my decision....

Friday Night Hottie

I met this real cutie on Friday Night (as some of you know) and totally missed my opportunity on Friday to get his number. Then on Saturday night I ran into him again! totally weird and random cause downtown Denver is so vast that its not to likely that Id run into him again unless you know someone that knows someone to re-meet someone. So I asked for his number and made plans to hang out this coming Thursday and went home a happy lady. Then on Monday I get a text from him and we start talking and he asked what my plans were, I said none yet and he asked me if I wanted to hang out. I said sure. So we arranged plans to meet at his house and go from there.. Panic set in and my god I was nervous! But I swallowed my nerves (and a little beer) and headed to his house over off 120Th and Washington. When I arrived to his house he said "ok come in", I'm thinking you cant come meet me at the door? but whatever and walked in and holy hell I was so nervous I probably looked like I just shit 1000 bricks or something. But despite all that I calmed down and we started talking about baseball and things and I asked him what he does and he said he teaches special Ed at some elementary school and that he just graduated from CSU, hes originally from Boston and he tells me hes very close with his family and he has 2 sisters. It all seems so perfect I start to freak out more. Then he says Your making me nervous do you want a drink with me? I said maybe in a bit but go ahead, so he does. He starts taking shots of whisky and I'm thinking ok.. no big deal he just needs to calm down sure. And that's when it all started to take a turn for the worse... He stars getting a little drunk I can tell cause he just started getting that look in his eye that some guys get when they drink. And then I swear to you I felt like The Perfect Man that I just met walked away and let a retard come in his place instead. He started saying things like hes nervous and that he never asks girls to hang out and that hes only had one relationship before and it was for 3 months (my thoughts are ok so he must be a 1 night stand kinda guy) and that He thinks I'm the prettiest girl hes ever had over to this house (mind you he just moved in 2 weeks ago and I also thought this is bullshit as well) and Then he started saying things like I like you and I think I could fall for you and just started being really weird. And when I wouldnt say I liked him back he would get real mad and leave the room for a long time. If I had to describe it to you Id describe him as a guy with 2 personalities that tried to be a smooth guy and then tried to play it off like he has no idea what hes doing when it came to girls. And he also reminded me of a mental kid.. no joke. It was just way bizarre, and then he started getting mad when I wouldn't say I liked him back so that's when I said I gotta go and got my stuff and left... My luck with men has been quite random lately....