Look At All Those Idiots

Day: Three Hundred and Thirty Five

Photo taken on Saturday, July 2, 2011 in Friendly's in Levittown, NY at 1159pm. (Pictured from me back and around: Me, Steve getting kicked in the face by Jenn, Mike giving a two thumbs up to that, Jeanette, Paul, Jess, Brian, Heather eating my head, and Justin pointing at the Shenanigans.)

It's a spur of the moment ice cream craving so I send out a bat signal to anyone in the vicinity and many heed the call. The hostess sticks us in the back-away from the quiet customers-and gives us a funny waiter who gets most of our ice cream wrong but eats his mistakes with us once the order is corrected. He even gives us cool bendy straws that change color when they get cold. Then he doesn't stop us when we want to take the selfer but all of us are on a sugar high and can't sit still for more than a second. It takes awhile to get situated and by the time I snap this, our waiter has left because his shift is over.

Peach Fuzz

Day: Three Hundred and Nineteen

Photo taken on Thursday, June 16, 2011 in the downstairs bathroom at 531am.

One day, as I am minding my own business, Pher comes up to me and places his finger on my right cheek. He then begins to sing happily as he traces little triangles between my three moles that reside there.

"Connect the dots on Katie's face! La La La! Connect the dots! La La La!"

This may have been cute if he wasn't a teenager.

There was a time when I used to be self conscious about them, especially when the biggest one started to sprout a lone dark hair every week and I even asked about getting them removed. I found out that the biggest one has a deep root and it would leave a scar anyway so I resigned myself to having moles on my face.

Back when I am a teacher at Genesis, one of the kids in the middle of a conversation with me exclaims and points, "You have a big mole!"

All conversation in the classroom literally stops. People hold their breath for my answer which is, "I most certainly do." Later as the child leaves the classroom with their aide, everyone turns to me and asks me if I'm okay, like as if someone pointing out the hideous brown splotch on my face is new to me. I've had them my entire life; I hardly even notice them until it's time to pluck and honestly, I prefer the right side of my face anyway. The only thing that bothers me is that two little ones have appeared in the triangle and I don't like that. I might get the little ones removed but then again, Pher might enjoy having new dots to connect.

What do tigers dream of?

Day: Three Hundred and Thirteen

Photo taken on Friday, June, 10, 2011 at 812pm in the upstairs hallway.

Two days ago I start coming down with the common cold. Knowing my birthday is around the corner and not wanting to spend it lying in bed, I begin to take action against the common cold. The vitamin C injections, extra sleep during working hours, and eating chocolate seem to do the trick so by Thursday morning I only sound a little stuffed up. But then last night happens.

Dad wakes me up two hours after I finally fall asleep (I spend about two hours dry heaving into the toilet hoping that would make the room stop spinning...it doesn't) and I can barely move off his couch. He hands me his spare key, telling me to come to the Surge whenever I'm ready. I don't think I am ever ready. I spend the entire day eating foods I think will cure the hangover (it doesn't) and then I have to battle the raging cold that has returned in full force. I sound like I smoked 15 packs of cigarettes last night and then ate the carton they came in. My coworkers also keep engaging me in conversation just to hear my voice crack like a prepubescent teenage boy. Somehow I magically make it through 8 hours and crawl through the door of my home and into bed...but not before coloring in my face with a brown eyeliner that is broken.

Jurassic Park

Day: Eighty Nine

Photo taken on Friday, October 29, 2010 while watching CSI on Asuma Awesomo at 1014pm.

I'm a HUGE fan of Hodges so who better to take a self portrait with while he himself is taking a self portrait?

Nudie Kadoody

Day: Eighty

Photo taken Wednesday, October 20, 2010 on the living room floor at 734pm.

This is what I wore today. That's pretty much it.

*Side Note* Moma always called us nudie kadoody when we would get out of the bath as children so I Googled it and had the hardest time finding a way to spell it since it's not a real word. Steve suggested spelling it with a K and low and behold! I got a hit! Thank you, Sarah Silverman!

Lucky #17

Day: Seventeen

Photo taken in the our bedroom on Wednesday night, August 18, 2010.

Every time I go down to Virginia to visit mom, Kim, and Preston, we always take a trip to the used book store, The Cracked Book (which dad likes to call the Crap Book and Kim's BFF, Mel, refers to it as The Cracked Spine). Each time Moma treats me to one book which sometimes turns into three and then on two separate occasions turns into an entire 12 volume yaoi series. On my last visit I pick up Memoirs of Geisha and it takes me a week on transit to read the novel because I absolutely love it and do not want it to end. Tonight I watch the movie version and even though I feel the story is stuck on fast forward, I can't help but be swept away in the beauty of the women and the Japanese culture I am so very fond of. I wish that one day I can portray the elegance of some of these characters I observe in this film.