Thursday, August 27, 2009

Good News! I'm Normal!

Psychologists have discovered that the manner in which people eat Oreo cookies provides great insight into their personalities.
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Choose which method best describes your favorite method of eating Oreos:
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1. The whole thing all at once.
2. One bite at a time
3. Slow and methodical nibbles examining the results of each bite afterwards.
4. In little feverous nibbles.
5. Dunked in some liquid (milk, coffee...).
6. Twisted apart, the inside, then the cookie.
7. Twisted apart, the inside, and toss the cookie.
8. Just the cookie, not the inside.
9. I just like to lick them, not eat them.
10.I don't have a favorite way because I don't like Oreos.
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Your Personality:
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1. The whole thing:This means you consume life with abandon, you are fun to be with, exciting, carefree with some hint of recklessness. You are totally irresponsible. No one should trust you with his or her children.
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2. One bite at a time:You are lucky to be one of the 5.4 billion other people who eat their Oreos this very same way. Just like them, you lack imagination, but that's okay, not to worry, you're normal.
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3. Slow and Methodical:You follow the rules. You're very tidy and orderly. You're very meticulous in every detail with every thing you do to the point of being anal retentive and irritating to others. Stay out of the fast lane if you're only going to go the speed limit.
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4. Feverous Nibbles:Your boss likes you because you get your work done quickly. You always have a million things to do and never enough time to do them. Mental breakdowns and suicides run in your family. Valium and Ritalin would do you good.
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5. Dunked:Every one likes you because you are always up beat. You like to sugar coat unpleasant experiences and rationalize bad situations into good ones. You are in total denial about the shambles you call a life. You have a propensity towards narcotic addiction.
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6. Twisted apart, the inside, and then the cookie:You have a highly curious nature. You take pleasure in breaking things apart to find out how they work, though not always able to put them back together, so you destroy all the evidence of your activities. You deny your involvement when things go wrong. You are a compulsive liar and exhibit deviant, if not criminal, behavior.
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7. Twisted apart, the inside, and then toss the cookie:You are good at business and take risk that pay off. You take what you want and throw the rest away. You are greedy, selfish, mean, and lack feelings for others. You should be ashamed of yourself. But that's ok, you don't care, you got yours.
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8. Just the cookie, not the inside:You enjoy pain.
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9. I just like to lick them, not eat them:Stay away from small furry animals and seek professional medical help - immediately.
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10. I don't have a favorite way, I don't like Oreos:You probably come from a rich family, and like to wear nice things, and go to upscale restaurants. You are particular and fussy about the things you buy, own, and wear. Things have to be just right. You like to be pampered. You are a prissy.
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So, how do you like your oreos?
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Love, K

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Guess What???

So, I'm getting ready to go here...


And if you don't understand that, then click here, and then here. Heck, I even blogged about it before...but, I digress.

Needless to say, I want to be here...
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Aren't they cute? That's my dad and son.

And then, of course, I don't tend to go many places on the weekend with out my faithful sidekick, Yolanda (I didn't name her).


Isn't she a bathing beauty? She LOVES the water. You have to keep an eye on her when we stop, because she's been known to do this...

OK - off to work!
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See you soon!
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Love, K

Thursday, August 13, 2009

She's a Star!!!

It's been stated here in the past that I'm from the Cincinnati area.

It's been stated here in the past that I have the most beautiful niece ever.

It's been stated here in the past that I am a HUGE Indianapolis Colts fan (sorry Bengals).

It's not been stated here in the past, but it is in my dreams, that I will someday marry Peyton Manning. Yes - my husband knows this, and he accepts this fact (fantasy).
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Isn't he just dreamy?!?!?!?

However....

My sister is a HUGE Bengals fan.

My brother in law is a HUGE Bengals fan.

My sister and brother in law announced their pregnancy, by presenting each of us with a different Baby Bengals onesie.
As a side note, you should see my mom's jersey onesie. She had TJ Houshmandzada on a 3-6 month old baby onesie. The name was in like size 9 font!

Sorry. Moving on...

Even if I'm not a fan of the Bengals (or especially Chad Johnson/Ochocinco), I do think it's super cool that he only gave only one autograph at training camp on Monday.

Isn't she cute?!?!?! Notice the jersey...


Just for the record, he was very nice and I should probably take all the mean things back that I've said about him in the past.
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Ehh - we'll see ;).

That's all for now!

Love, K

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My New Dishwasher...

Anyone that's anyone knows that I am in the middle of the never ending kitchen renovation from hell.

Well, we are actually making some progress. Of course, I may run out of blog material when this is finally finished. Maybe I'll move on to the outside? Ehhh...probably not!

This weekend we hung 2/3 of our cabinets, brought the plumbing up through the floor and bought a dishwasher.

Isn't she pretty? (It is a she, by the way)


No sooner had we put the dishwasher in place and my son pounced on the box.
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Before I knew it, he had a door and windows cut into the box, a welcome sign, and "indoor" lighting (a la two flashlights that he hung from the ceiling). He played in the box all afternoon.

And he ate dinner in the box.


I'm pleased to say that he didn't actually sleep in the box. Only because he fell asleep and I carried him to his bed, although I'm sure he'd rather be in the box.
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The next day, was a pretty lazy day. After church, we came back home and relaxed. I happened to look over at the box and saw this site...

Apparently, he locked himself out of the box (now known as "Fort C" - you can see the added decorations). By now, he has added his plastic handcuffs to the inside of the box door to keep intruders out. Don't ask me how he did this, but for some reason, he needed to go through the window of the box.
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(Note: I apologize for the grainy picture, because #1) I'm from Kentucky and we tend to say please and sorry a whole lot; #2) the light was off in this room; and #3) I took this picture with my iphone)
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Later on that evening, I came into the room to see even more of the family enjoying the box/Fort C.
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I know people talk all the time about how fun the box is, but now I'm a believer!
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That's all for now!
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Love, K

Monday, August 3, 2009

An Ode to my Honda...

So, I was sort of thinking that I would join the Fellowship of the Travelling Smarty Pants for their Twitter Ho-down. I've always wanted to join the Ho-down, but these people put me to shame! My piddly 6 or so Tweets a day, just doesn't hang with them!

Besides, it's now Monday. So, here now is my Life is Funny carnival entry, supplemented by a few of my tweets! If you want to join, you can find the rules over at Wendy's blog.
I seriously love my car. It's a very cute 2006 metallic moss Honda CRV (read TOTAL mom-mobile). I've never been one to get too wrapped up into the whole car thing, but she definitely stole my heart.

It all started back in October, 2005. My fiance bought the car and showed up to take us for a ride. While we were all driving around, he showed us all of the features - back seat cup holders (for my 4 year old), 4 wheel drive (for all the ice we get in Kentucky), and surround air bags (to protect his future family). Wasn't that last part sweet of him?

Then, he ended up hurting himself and could no longer fit into the car. You see, he was in a hip to ankle cast and couldn't bend. I have wedding pictures to prove this! The CRV sat up too high (what a pity). He ended up driving around in my 2001 Impala for the next few months until I bought him a new truck. And to be clear, I bought him a truck so I could keep the Honda :)!

All was well. Then this happened!

Someone hit me in our garage at work. This is only my second car accident in 36 years, and I wasn't happy about it! The good news, was that the other guys insurance offered to pay for everything (including the loaner car, while my precious was getting fixed). I love Amica, by the way (and they aren't even my insurance company). I figured since it was on private property, we would each have to pay for our own vehicles, but hey...who am I to argue?

Sadly, I must have done some very bad things in my previous life. Because this was my rental car...

Day 1:

It was useful in the sense that it got me to and from work, but otherwise not feeling the whole "cool" thing. Yeah, um, no!

It's official! I have the ugliest loaner car on record....a cherry red Chevrolet HHR. I'm channeling my inner mob gangster.

Man! This car is seriously ugly! I even tried to make my husband drive it, and he wouldn't go for it. But my 8 year old thinks it's cool (in a Hot Wheels sort of way)!

And for my next trick, I will drive my mob car through the posh streets of Ft Thomas! #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

For those of you unfamiliar with the Northern Kentucky/Cincinnati area, just think of Ft Thomas as the O.C./Beverly Hills of the area. UGH! This is where my son goes to school and I am the President of the PTO and chairman of the Hullabaloo (the big fundraiser for the year). I do all of this in my spare time ;).

HELP!!!!! I'm in my mob loaner car at the gas station and can't figure our how to get the gas tank open! #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

So, on my way home, I needed to get gas. At least I thought ahead at my last stop to check what side the gas tank was on. Then I did what every normal person would do.
#1) Sit in your car and try to look cool while you're looking all over for the tank button.
#2) Call your dad
#3) Tweet about it. Cuz you never know who might be following right then!
#4) Google it on your iphone
#5) Call your mom, who then tells you to look it up in the user manual
#6) look it up in the user manual. Thanks mom!

If anyone cares, I’m home. App there isn't anything special to opening the gas tank hatch on mob loaner cars. You just push. Go figure?!?

Day 2:

Taking my mob loaner car to work to get laughed at... #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

It just somehow did not fit in (so sad...so sad). Let's all take a minute to take in the "red-ness" of this car. It's apparently called "Victory Red". I think it should be called "You can see me coming from 5 miles Red".
I'm taking my ugly mob loaner car home for the night! #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

Day 3:

GOOD NEWS! My Honda is ready to be picked up! BAD NEWS! Enterprise closed at 5:00. AWFUL NEWS! Mob loaner car is going home one more time!

So, when I talked to Enterprise about this unfortunate turn of events. They first told me that since the other guy's insurance was paying for it, I should keep the car as long as I wanted. Once I pointed out that I wasn't too fond of that plan. The nice man on the phone proceeded to laugh non-stop something like "Dude, you even got the red one...yeah, man that sucks". Thanks, Mr. Enterprise, that makes me feel better.

People are staring at me!!! #beingpunishedforpasttransgressions

Day 4:

On my drive in today, another Chev HHR pulled up to my ugly mob loaner car and waved. People really buy these and choose to ride in them?!?

2 Hours and some change until I can take the ugly mob loaner car back where it belongs! #nearlyfinishedbeingpunishedforpasttransgressions

I actually got "Congrats" tweets from @weightwhat and @helenatrandom at this point. I'd like to think because they were so happy for me. But it was probably because they were so ready for me to shutup about the car!

So guess what time it is?! It's time to take the ugly mob loaner car back:)! Woohoo! #nearlyfinishedbeingpunishedforpasttransgressions

Bye bye, ugly mob loaner car!!! Sayonara!! See ya!! Ciao!! I think it misses me already!

Hello, love of my life. How I've missed you! I love your pretty new bumper sans-bugs! You (and red swedish fish) complete me!

That's all for now!

Love, K