This is my confession

I don't know if this is the forum for this....but I think it's time. 

My sweet little friend Whitney moved to China a few weeks ago....so naturally my office needed to have a PD-Day.  You know, professional development, aka "hang out and get to know each other during the work day"  You know what I'm saying?  How else would we send our girl off, but a trip to the fun park.  We did a round of lazertag and while waiting for our bowling lane, we decided to take advantage of the arcade.  Naturally, we got addicted to playing this game where you hit this button while it lights up a section and the section gets smaller and smaller as you go, and obviously the stakes get higher.  5...10...25...50....and jackpot.  The jackpot was sitting at over 1,200 tickets.  After spending a good 20 minutes and $10 on this game the majority of my office had wandered off, only to hear Whitney start to scream!

SHE HAD HIT THE JACKPOT!  And 1,200+ tickets started spewing out of the machine.  See, look at all those tickets!

I got so excited that I started jumping up and down and screaming.  I then ditched my round of skee ball and started running over to her, and something happened.  I don't know if it was the shock, the jealousy, the excitement, the blinking lights, but whatever it was, it forced me to pee my pants.  I'm talking full on.  How? Hey, I'm just as confused as you are. Obviously I didn't have a change of clothes and I knew if I told my office they would NEVER let me live it down.  So, I did what any 28 year old girl that just peed their pants would do.  I picked myself up by the boot straps, walked to the bathroom, did as much damage control as I could, called Lisa to laugh about it and continued on to my game of bowling.  What other option did I  have?

How am I 28 and still getting that excited about 1,200 tickets? Agh, it feels good to come clean.

In the Jugle....

I have been thinking a lot about my trip to Thailand recently.  It's weird to say it, but I miss it.  Truth be told, sometimes I feel homesick for it.  I know I was only there for 2 weeks, but I fell in love with it.  So, don't be surprised if I start sharing random stories as I think of them.  Mostly I feel like it's a once in a lifetime vacation and I want to semi-document the stories.  If you know me at all you know I would never fall under the category of "awesome record keeper"  Sorry about that posterity....

When Lisa and I were getting ready for the trip and people would ask us what we were doing there we always said, "get massages, lots of shopping, and riding an elephant."  Aren't we retarded?  But seriously, those were our 3 goals of the trip and I'm happy to report, check, check, CHECK! 

This video says it all doesn't it?  Let me set up the clip for you.  Imagine us asking this man a million questions to which he doesn't respond due to a language barrier.  Lucky for us,we discover that he sings English, yes, just doesn't speak it. I got the camera out just in time.  Imagine, lots of laughter and smiles passed around by the 3 of us.

Lisa sounds like an Angel doesn't she?  It was a little pitchy dawg.

I still smile and laugh everytime I watch....

Guess Who's Back....

Cue the Eminem....cause Guess Who's Back?

I don't know what happened, but that's neither here nor there.  But.....let's catch up shall we?

TRAVELED TO: 



NYC 2011, did I mention we won the lottery for Broadway

 


Thailand 2011

 

Cancun 2011

 



Australia 2010

BUCKET LIST ITEMS COMPLETED:


 

Ran one of these....





Rode one of those....

PURCHASED:

  

A tax refund well spent am I right?





A little bid one eBay, a quick trip to AZ, and it was all mine....



REALIZED ABOUT MY AGE...



I'll never be too old to "Bounceback" to Lagoon...





I'm too old to fully enjoy a T-Pain Concert.....





I'm NEVER too old to celebrate my birthday at Classic Skating


IN OTHER NEWS:

I cut off these luscious locks.....



Added another little nugget to the family, isn't he yummy?



And got this old girl married off, AKA, my very best friend.  Wasn't she a pretty bride?



In summary, I'm happy. I'm still in SLC. I'm still addicted to Diet Coke.  Some good things never change. XO.

Who's Your Mommy!

This is my facebook profile picture right now. This is my friend Christin and I. I love this girl, her and I have been friends since college and for quite some time she has been my college bud, my travel partner and concert companion. We have been EVERYWHERE together. So naturally, everywhere we go everyone asks if we are twins/sisters/cousins etc. We usually go with it because its more fun than explaining that no, we are just friends that look alike. Honestly, we do kind of look alike, same coloring, she's 6'1'' I'm 5'10'', be both have blonde hair, apple cheeks and blue eyes...you know very Arian nation if you will. A few weeks ago I got a friendship request from someone I don't know staying:

"A mother-daughter shot, I assume. Though, you seem to be carbon copies. Lol. Hi, I might be moving to Utah and just getting a head start on making friends. Cheers, Dany."

So, if Dany doesn't know me....and he doesn't know Christin....which one of us does he think is the mom of the mother-daughter shot? Please don't be me....

Massage Parlor?

Well, I'm back. I'm so lame. I have had so many funny things that I didn't document since the candle ordeal and now it's been so long that I don't think they are funny anymore. Lame.

Anyways, in other happier news, Lisa got the postcard for this weekends 2 for 1 at Utah College of Massage Therapy, so naturally we signed up. I know you are thinking, Kate, you work full time and your are single, don't you just pay to go and get real massages? Nope, I'm too cheap. So off we went at 8 am to go stand in line with the other trashy/cheap people of SLC at UCMT. While we waited we were talking about if you would rather have a male or female and Lisa decided males because they are stronger. Luckily, fish got her wish and Lisa ended up with a male.... he was a tiny Hispanic man that couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs sopping wet. But don't worry, he assured her he could do a good job because he "has 2 months of experience under his belt." Perfect, no need to worry then. I ended up with Erica who looked like Sharon Osborn with the hair of Kate Goslin. Erica did a nice job besides the fact that she was really stingy with the lotion so at points I was worried my skin was going to come off the bone, and she kept doing this weird move on my legs where it felt like she was trying to scrape water off my calf and feet, like a quick sweeping motion. It was weird, I didn't like it. But for $12.50 for an hour massage what can you really expect?

I got done first and as I was walking to the lobby feeling really good about my $12.50 experience when this random guy (he graduated from the program a few years ago and now does laundry for UCMT....not sure if I am putting a lot of stock into this program) asked if me and my friend wanted to go again. Apparently they needed more people....so it turned into a 4 for 1 situation. Naturally I signed Lisa and I up for a round 2. This time I ended up with a great girl (who was liberal with the lotion) but my massage was extremely hard to enjoy due to the man next to me. If you have never been to UCMT this might be hard to understand, but you aren't in rooms. You are pretty much in a giant room with curtains dividing. AKA, no talking. He was asking the girl, where she was from, how long she had been with the program, what do you want to do after etc.....and not whispering. Also, it was extremely distracting because he made lots of noises, noises I would only expect to hear at a place called "Happy Ending Massage Parlor." Honestly, there couldn't have been more moaning, heavy breathing, and on several occasions he said, oh yeah, it hurts so good. It was gross. Then to top it off, he said, "Sorry about my belly noises, I had Greek for breakfast." At that point I opened my eyes and made eye contact with my massage therapist and she had to stop massaging because we were laughing too hard.

All in all a quality experience.....and FYI the 2 for 1 goes again this weekend. Think about it.

I'm not myself

I really pride myself, I'm not a klutzy person. I don't trip on stuff, I don't break stuff, I don't run into things. Well, I didn't used to. I did the dumbest thing last night. Lisa and I had just gotten home from spinning and we were about to make dinner when I noticed the limes that I had forgotten that I had bought. In my excitement I reached over and grabbed the bag....which was underneath the candle warmer. As you can imagine the candle was which was completely melted went everywhere....and I mean everywhere.... I tried to catch it, but just wound up making it worse. It was all over my body, the floor, cupboard and door. Awesome.

































Luckily this was the second time this has happened so we were able to get right down to business. And since we had just gotten home from spinning we were in the best mood so we just scraped the wax off with pancake turners while singing an EXCELLENT rendition of "Shoop" By Salt and Peppa. "Here I go, here I go, here I go again....girls what's my weakness? Men! Ok then chillin, chillin, mindin my business....."

I think it's time to find a new spot for the candle warmer....

PSA

Last night when I was driving home from the movies I saw a disturbing license plate cover. On the back of the Nissan Sentra it read, "Who needs a man when I have cats?"

Please don't let me turn into a crazy cat lady....please!