Wednesday, November 30, 2005

MASHER

So yesterday my good friend John informed me that he too loves to play the game MASH. Such joy! So through emails we played MASH (actually my favorite version: MASHER - includes an Estate and a Ranch)!

Here is my future:
Once upon a time, a young lady named Katy--from Dallas--grew up to become a very sucessful writer from her estate in Parachute, Colorado. When not sucessfully writing, Katy drives her two children around in her Toyota 4 Runner. When the pressures of Parachute get her down, she makes the short 1,000 drive north to her summer home in Missoula, Montana... where she recounts the romantic details of her wedding in Breckenridge, CO (a short 2 and a half hours east of Parachute) and her even more romantic Honeymoon in Maui (that's in Hawaii). Unfortunately for her, she was forced to marry John (of course, who doesn't want that?)... but the rest of her life is pretty sweet.
The End.

How will I ever break this to John's sweet girlfriend Miss Chelsey?

Hot Lunch

So I ventured out to Corner Bakery with my friend Erin. We are disheartened in the fact that this store is closing. I truely is our Bakery on the Corner. We've lunched there so frequently that everyone knows us by name. I mean, the tomato basil soup brings such comfort to the soul! So long dear friend.

While eating our delicious meals, we sat next to three fairly attractive looking men. This struck us as unusual there in the Corner Bakery. Not often do you see three attractive STRAIGHT young men sipping soup and eating bagels. We really didn't pay much attention until both of us heard the phrase, "yeah, she's gained like 20-30 pounds since I broke up with her." I was so aghast that I nearly spit the delicious tomato basil soup into Erin's face. I mean, did he REALLY think that it was because of him? huh? psshhh. wha? yeah riiiight! I really really really really wanted to say something in response. But then I realized that I was shoving my face with food.

Winter Tundra

CAPTAINS LOG

Starship 854. Today is our third straight day with no heat in the home. The residents are looking weak and tired. Communication went out to the Intergallactic Landlords. The response was negative. As of 1700 hours yesterday there was still no heat. The Intergallactic Landlords sent in reinforcements of three space heaters. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. These heaters give out as much heat as a candle. Tragedy also occured in that the maintenance crew erected plastic over the windows to block out additional winds caused by cracks and holes. Plastic was put over the blinds prohibiting access to the opening and closing of the blinds. NOT HAPPY. I might have to take retallitory action.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Thanksgiving



THANKSGIVING WEEKEND
Not even waiting 4 hours in an aiport to catch a flight back home to Dallas could get me down! Who cares if I was turned away TWICE as a standbye for an earlier flight? Who cares if I was just single digits away to arriving in the promise land of Texas 3 hours earlier? I was going home!

On the airplane I sat next to a kind gentlemen who I gently had to inform that I was a good 6-7 years older than him. I could see the crush building in his eyes and I wanted to spare him the agony that Thanksgiving Day. I was greeted at the airport by none other than the newlyweds and Cade, the greatest dog EVER! After filling myself up on the much missed Chic Fil'A, I saw the newlywed apartment which looks more like a home. So welcoming and beautiful. I went home to see the folks and was visited by two of my best friends, Beckles (newly engaged) and Katherine (newly married). I'm seeing a trend here. Becky and I stayed up late laughing and mourning the fact that she's getting married....that just means less slumber parties. It's so good to have friends and family that I can't wait to see when I go home!

We carried on our 27 year tradition of running the YMCA Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. For the first time in 5 years I didn't run the 8 miler. I really had high hopes that I could just crank it out. I think Becky and I happily talked eachother out of it and ran the 3 miler. I realized something that day....I'm prideful. Yes, it's true. I felt humbled that I couldn't cut the 8 miler. Yes I still had on the blue 8 miler racing number but I just couldn't do it. I have a motivation for next year. How on earth could I possibly still be passing walkers at mile 2? Too many people holding hands and walking babies to run a safe race. Do not get me started on this topic!

Then we went home and ate and ate and ate and ate! It was so gorgeous in Texas that we ate outside. Then I watched football (poor Cowboys) followed by a nap that nearly knocked me out for hours. Nothing like a turkey coma. I'm still sick from the amount of food that was eaten that day.

All in all, it was a fabulous weekend and could not have been more restful.

LOVE BIRDS
I must be PMS'ing. I sat in the back seat of the newlyweds car on the way home from a movie Thursday night. I found myself rolling my eyes and holding back loud sighs at the mushiness I was witnessing before my very eyes. There was baby talk, brushing the hair away from the other persons face, and just plain ol' lovey doveyness that just about drove me crazy!

It's not them, it's me.

MAID OF HONOR
It's official! I'm Beckles Maid of Honor! And it is definitely an honor. Last night she through a party for her own 30th birthday. She brought party favors for the 6 of us who she invited to the party. They were little boxes covered in pictures of us with her over the years. We each opened up the box and in it was a note asking us to be part of her wedding. She went on to honor us by telling us why she chose us to stand by her on her wedding day.

It's amazing how our friendship has grown over the past 6 1/2 years. She brings out the best in people and I've definitely needed her as a friend. Sadly, her engagement signals the end of MASH games.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
Today is the big 60!!! She doesn't even look it! I just want to tell her happy birthday and let her know how much I love her. She is exactly who I want to be when I grow up.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Quick!Paddle!!


I'm in mourning. There's no way to describe how sad I am that my I.O. 5b performances are over. Quick!Paddle!! has come to its end (at least for me this week). Once again we had a great show this Sunday. Other classes mentioned after the show that our class "always puts up a solid performance." I've worked with the most talented, creative, supportive and encouraging people through the I.O. program. I feel a great loss. It's almost like high school graduation; knowing that you love these people but you'll never all be together again in the same capacity. If I had my way, our class would be chosen as a team and we'd continue performing our steadycam form together. The great part is that I think we all feel that way. Who knows!

I've added a picture of our group. We're missing a couple of people and you may notice a tall bearded man that looks like a cross between Jerry Garcia and Santa Claus. His name is Thax Douglas and he is a poet that opens for bands around Chicago. He has opened for us twice and it always brings an element of sophistication and weirdness. I love it. We are the first improv group he has ever opened up for in his life! He's never seen improv. I'm honored.

I'm also honored that my group asked me to intro the show seeing that it was my last time to perform with them and that my dad and aunt were in the audience. Let's just say that openings are not my forte. I stuttered and stumbled but somehow made it through! People were probably wondering how I could ever perform improv. You know they got that nervous cringe feeling while I was up there. Oh well. They got over it after our fine performance.

This time around, our suggestion was "greasy monkey." We began in a restaurant that turned out to be the Rainforest Cafe. We had simulated apes and guides popping out throughout the show. Hilarious. I played a small part that ended up being mostly a game. But I loved being able to be someone small but energetic at the same time. I think that only made sense to me and the other people who may have seen the show.

So I'm mourning a bit tonight.

Friday, November 18, 2005

A New Look


I'm ready for a new look. I've curled my hair for the past two days and I'm just feeling the need for a change.

I'm introducing this change in my blog too. I'm computer illiterate and needed a template that would spruce me up a little. So here you go. My new blog! Notice it's the same name, just a different address. Just like I'm the same girl, but with a different hair-do.

So I'm going to post this and give it a whirl. I want to see what this whole thing may look like.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Deep Thoughts by Katy

I've had really deep thoughts this morning. Left to contemplate the issues of life, I've discovered the following:
This looks like a woman with big boobs lying down on her side:
o3:<
Save me from myself. PLEEEEEEASE!

Oh and I also had a dream the other night that I could harmonize with everything. It was one of the most awesome dreams I've ever had. I'm almost positive that I was actually singing out loud in my sleep. Even more awesome.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Sex in the City

This morning as I finished running with my old roommate and we were visiting a friend I began to feel like something wasn't right. Remnants from my dream the night before started sneaking into my thoughts. When all of a sudden I gasped and said, "ewwwwwwwwwww." They looked at me and all I could say was, "I just remembered my dream last night!"
It's one of those dreams that scares you a little. It makes you wonder, "what if this happened in real life? What would I do?!" I dreamed that I was getting married to someone that I really didn't know. He seemed nice and was definitely a good looking person but I just wasn't attracted to this person and the thought of spending the rest of my life with him scared me to death. Of course the process for getting ready for the wedding in my dream took forever. The razor kept slipping out of my hands as I tried to shave my legs. I couldn't find my clothes and people were running around everywhere. Then I found a pair of underwear he had given me to wear for the wedding (random! and ewwwwwww). I'm sure if I liked him I would have been more keen on the sentiment. Somehow we ended up getting married and the whole dream ended with me telling my mom I wasn't going to go on the honeymoon. Being the wonderful mom that she is, she just hugged me and told me, "I thought so."
SCARY! The thought of that happening in real life is just a little too much. Note to self: Be careful with who you date! And what possibly could have prompted this dream? An episode of Sex in the City at 10:00 last night. You know the one where Charlotte marries Trey even though she has major reservations? Yep, that's the one. Second note to self: No more Sex in the City before I go to sleep.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Weddings, Bouquet Tosses and More



Sorry I have been away and absent from updating my life stories. I have been a professional wedding attendant recently. A couple of weeks ago I read at my older brothers wedding. It was an amazing weekend and Patrick and Alicia were so happy and in love. I saw people who I hadn't seen in 10 or more years. What fun surprises! And yes, I was also the hot sister thanks to my dazzling and expensive dress. It did the trick and was well worth the cash.
Then last week I was in Little Rock Arkansas for my friend Katherine's wedding. Once again, I saw people I had not seen in almost a decade. It's wild to see old friends married with their kids running around. The marrieds and the few of us singletons sat around talking. We all agreed that sometimes, many times, the grass appears greener on the other side. The singletons want nothing more than to be married and the marrieds are jealous of the freedom that the singletons have in their lives. I walked away from that weekend happy for my friends and content in my life. I think that's a huge blessing. I also got to spend much of the weekend with my friend, Hannah, who lives in Summit County, CO. She's a rockstar. She is a ski patrol by winter, river guide by summer and apparently treks India in the fall. She'll put any of us so-called athletes to shame. She's also an amazing singer and guitarist. A Renaissance woman...if you will.
After my tour of weddings completed, I got news of my best friends engagement! Lucky me was in on the surprise. Her fiance, Russell, allowed me to see the ring before mailing it to him in Texas. GORGEOUS! It was an honor to play a part in the whole thing. I would be so lucky to have a guy and...of course a ring like she has! So it looks like the tour of weddings will begin again in the spring. But I don't mind. Who doesn't like to celebrate? She better make sure I look hot in that bridesmaides dress. And please no throwing of the bouquet. Thank you Kat and Patrick and Alicia for opting out of that tradition left best to kids just out of college. I don't like being the only 29 year old on the floor with 13 year old cousins. Seriously, why do people insist on dragging you out there and making a show of you being in your late 20's and still single? NOT FUN nor FUNNY! Soap box over.
I had my two shows for IO and Level 4 at Second City Sunday. I have to say that I was really pleased with the Second City show. We had 20 minutes to plan right before the show taken from suggestions made in class. It was wild and intense coming up with an improv set that included 5 scenes and 4 blackouts. There were quite a few laughs and definitely some scenes that needed to be nixed. But it was a first time performance of the improv set and I was proud of my class.
My IO show continued in it's weirdness yet I still liked it. This time I played a twin with Kristen and we talked at the same time. It got old for me after a while. Oh well.
I do have such a talented IO class. I wish we could all stick together and perform as a team. Not only are they talented, but they are wonderful people. Nothing but love gushing after the shows. It's a nice change from what my Second City class can sometimes be like. But from what I hear, that's normal. Tension in a class of debutantes is nothing new.
Whew! That's quite the update. I think I may be the only one who read through the whole thing.