Today at work I helped a man who bought a bunch of the Jingle Ornaments (little personalized snowmen things). There was a particular name he wanted and we were out of it, so I took his name and number and told him that I would call him when we got restocked.
A few minutes after he left, I had the idea to call one of our others stores on the off chance that they might have the one he was looking for.
Bingo.
I called him right away to let him know and before I could even finish my sentence, he launched into this speech about how wonderful I am, how I'm the best representation of customer service that he's come across in years, how great I handle myself, yadda yadda yadda.
I kept saying "thank you" and he just wouldn't shut up. I'm not used to such praise. I was almost embarrassed. Almost. *cough*
He tells me that he's going to tell the owner how great I am. I told him that she will be in the store next Wednesday. He tells me that he's going to make sure to call and talk to her.
Well, he better.
And she better listen.
I deserve a raise.
It's one thing to know that you are good.
It's another thing to have someone tell you that you are good.

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ASK YOU ABOUT SOMETHING INSTEAD OF SIMPLY CHECKING FOR THEMSELVES!!!!!
I HATE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT COLOR THE SKY IS, LOOK AT THE SKY!!!!! DON'T BUG ME ABOUT IT!!!

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Okay.
Moment of yelling is over.

I saw a license place today that read FIDEAUX.
The holder said something about a dog and cat outfitter.
How cute is that.

I'm considering dressing up as myself for Halloween.

Last night I watched part of my visit with Beca in 2002.
Man, we crack me up.
Bunch of silly girls, I tell ya.
That was when the New York sewer rat got my foot.
Not a pretty sight.
That was also the first time I turned to the complete stranger sitting next to me in the theatre and asked "IS HE REALLY DEAD!!!?????"
But of course, in Urinetown, expect only the expected.

I miss New York.
I miss my friends that live far away.
When I'm rich and shameless, I'm going to be bi-coastal.
Actually, I'll also be bi-countrial, because by then, I'll have my estate.
And you know what that means.....

HOUSE PARTAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!
Don those 19th century riding habits and come on over!
We'll ride the hounds till the cows come home!

I'm trying to figure out why I dream about completely utterly totally entirely impossible things.
It's very odd.
I try to squash it.
Maybe I need a Kathey-size fly swatter.

This is the funniest thing I've seen that is related to Statistics.
Yick.
Don't like that word.

Hah!

Taco Bell

Alright.
You know how you read those articles about so and so who lost a million pounds by giving up fast food?
I couldn't do it.
I love my
.
It's like a Sunday night tradition with me.
I go to Taco Bell after church.
It's just part of the day.
Those Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes.
Woohoo.
Love me some Taco Bell.

Choices

Hey!
It's almost that time!
Time for our you-know-what-ing on Halloween!
Who's coming?

I haven't decided what to be yet.
I thought about trying Jane again.
We'll see how that goes.
Hhmmmm.

People are nasty pieces of work sometimes.
Why are they so mean?
Why do they purposely antagonize someone who is having a difficult time?
Why do they feel the need to rub salt in the wound?
I do not want to be like that.

Yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you

The Gun Song

It takes a lot of men to make a gun
Hundreds
Many men to make a gun
Men in the mines to dig the iron
Men in the mills to forge the steel
Men at machines to turn the barrel, mold the trigger, shape the wheel
It takes a lot of men to make a gun
One gun

-Sondheim

Change

As much as I like this Byron theme, I'm feeling something else now.
Gotta go hunt.

The Bugs!

It's a lovely day today.
Kind of cloudy, kind of sunny.
I love California.
I do realize the sun and clouds make appearances in other parts of the world, but California sun and clouds are just nicer.
Take my word for it.
I love to travel and see different places.
But I'm a California girl.
Like, totally.
*flips hair*

So.
Just got back from Denise's wedding.
I left work early to get there on time.
It started 30 minutes late.
Bah.
I was practically getting stir crazy.
I hate it when weddings don't commence on time.
To any of you who will be there, I promise to do my very best that my wedding will be on time.

Today is my sister's birthday.
Yay.

Have I mentioned that I like California?

My favorite thing that Bethany said to me in her comments about going to Mississippi is...

OH, KATHEY - THE BUGS!!! THE BUGS!!!

Hah!

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh......
It's amazing how a little Christmas music can lift a girl's spirits.

Blast that Michael Buble for only giving us five measley songs.
Bah.
Very cruel of him.

This is for Derek Merek

Follow the link and click on View Video on the left side of the screen under the picture.

CLICK ME

I love Vermeer.

I love my cat.

I wish I was leaving tomorrow.

MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Cracker Jacks

Today I saw two people that I haven't seen in while...one of them many months since and the other not as many months since.

I knew that they were together (in a manner of speaking), but seeing them unexpectedly was hard.
It just made me mad.
Spittin' mad.
Any guy who would rather spend his time with *beeeeep* than me can have his cake and eat it.
And may it be stuck eternally in his throat.
Perhaps I should be thanking him for sparing me of his company.
I say that in all seriousness.

Bah.
People are eejuts.

Ya know, anyone can get the cheap little ring from the Cracker Jack box.

Not everyone can get the emerald cut solitaire from Tiffany & Co.

I'd rather sit in the window display for a while before being taken than to be had by the first loser that gets his grubby hand on the box.