Sweetie-Pie Kitten

Warning: This post contains mushy, gushy, potential baby-talk because this just happened a few minutes ago and I'm still in shock.

Guys, Oz just jumped up onto my lap! He never, ever has voluntarily jumped up on my lap and right now as I type this he is curled up on my lap purring quietly as I type on my laptop that is situated on my knees.

Here! Proof!

Me looking goofy, Oz looking cute.

Oz thinking that Man, that chick sure takes a lot of photos. She should pet me!

He has always preferred sitting close to us, but never on us. (Exceptions: he will sit on mom's chest when she is wearing her fuzzy navy blue bathrobe with the moons on it. He will also sit on her laptop keyboard).

He seems to think it's a pretty good deal; he gets a warm cushion and also scritches. What else is there to want? Unless I were to start feeding him some of my dinner. (Hint: I totally have before).

I'm still excited! My sweet little smushy-baby-cutie-pie happy purring fluffy warm kitten jumped up on my lap and curled up and is now happily napping. Except . . . now I'm stuck. There's NO way I can get up.

I should probably stop drinking water, otherwise that tiny bladder thing will be an issue.

And start buttering up my brother to make a bagel for me. Maybe he could bring me a toothbrush. And my pillow. Maybe a book?

Thank God for the entertainment factor of the internet!

Guffaw

The funniest thing I have heard today was on the season 3 of "How I Met Your Mother" when a girl on a date on her way to the bathroom said "I have T.B."

The guy froze.

She grinned. "Tiny Bladder!"

HEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE.

Bikini Body Challenge Update + Gastritis

Beginning Weight: 152-153 lbs

Current Weight: 140.5 lbs

Feelings about Current Weight: YayBleaaaghhhhhWhateverHungry

People. I can fit into my Grandma's wedding dress. My teeny tiny Grandma's teeny tiny wedding dress. I think I'm ready to stop losing weight now.

The sad thing is that if I lost this weight by exercising and eating well, I would be ecstatic! In actuality, though, I am losing this weight because of gastritis, and heartburn, and acid reflux. I have cut caffeine, sodas, chocolate, spicy foods, spices in general, dairy, eggs, desserts, sugary things, fatty things, vinegar, and black pepper out of my diet. (You'd think the black pepper wouldn't matter, like who loves black pepper, but I have had some mondo cravings for Salt & Pepper Kettle Chips) (Also cravings for burgers, and fries, and cheese, and fried pork. Really, anything I'm not supposed to eat).

I am still taking Prilosec OTC every 12 hours. I am taking Align probiotic once a day. I take Tums and Rolaids and Pepto-Bismol as needed, which for the last week or two hasn't been that often. I'm also fighting a cold/sore throat that I was sweet enough to give to Nick. (You're welcome!) And now my mom has laryngitis and she's blaming me too. And my dad feels like he has heartburn right now too. Yikes!

Also! My jeans don't fit me as well. I'm wearing Cassie's smaller jeans a lot. My shirts are looking loose and my boobs are smaller. (CURSE YOU, GASTRITIS!)

In summary, my body is bikini ready.

Too bad it's winter!

Realizing . . .

. . . after 2 minutes of blind panicked fumbling around my nightstand to find my cell phone and silence the loud alarm, that I do want LASIK or something like that eventually. Not being able to see sucks! (Right eye = -4.75 and Left eye = 4.50 with astigmatism).

Wondering . . .

. . . How often the seats at college lecture halls are cleaned. The "yellow" is actually dirt-encrusted. Yick!

. . . If I should feel guilty for flipping out at Dad and Troy and Quentin for eating the last of the chicken pot pie, and my scones, and snacking on my muffins THAT I MAKE SPECIFICALLY FOR ME AND MY SPECIAL STUPID DIET.

. . . Why I started tearing up and had to bite my lip not to cry when my Micro neighbor told me how they ended up with their foster son.

. . . How sore my arm will be tomorrow from the H1N1 flu shot I got, and whether or not I will get any of the side effects from that and/or the seasonal flu mist I got today.

. . . If my parents will end up going on that 23 day cruise from China to Alaska for their 30th anniversary. I hope so! It sounds fabulous!

Craving

Cream cheese. I am craving a blueberry bagel with cream cheese, and instead I have to make do with margarine because I have been off of dairy for over three weeks now to see if that will help my stomach in case I'm lactose intolerant, and now I crave cream cheese. 

Suspicions

I suspect that when I yank up my blankets to cover my freezing shoulders, my covers are not moving at all and instead I am pulling myself down towards the end of the bed, due to the two loads of laundry and many different books tossed haphazardly on my bed, so that I am squished on the last twelve inches of bed available.

Chicken Pot Pie

I believe there is nothing in the world at this time that is as delicious as home made chicken pot pie. With ketchup.

Twilight Confessions!

My name is Katie, and I am addicted to Twilight. *deep breath* (ducks flying rotten fruits and vegetables from Twi-haters). 

I swear I've heard all the arguments against Twilight! People say that it isn't well-written (it's a book for teens!) and that it shows an unhealthy teenage relationship (whatever. So many worse books out there. Yes, it may be different because these are so widely read, but honestly. Heathcliff, anyone?) also, Edward acts like a freaky obsessive stalker (no snarky comment here, I actually agree. Him staring at her sleeping without her knowing it freaks me out). 

HOWEVER, these books rock. I dare you to start reading it and then try to stop. (I couldn't. Read the first book at night when I should have been asleep, but I couldn't stop, I JUST HAD TO KNOW!) I also love the movie. My worst complaint is that the actor for Jacob Black is freaking only 17, and I wish he was 20. (Shh!) 

Even though I have all this love for the books, I actually cannot read them anymore. I had to stop myself from rereading them, because too much of the "Edward--so perfect! thoughtful! Adonis-like! Perrrfect!" comments by Bella and then start to read about their fantabulously perfect relationship (misunderstandings and evil vampires aside, these two worship each other), I start to get irrationally angry at Nick. Seriously. My fabulous, sweet, thoughtful boyfriend, because he is not as perfect as a fictional character. I have absolutely no basis for it, because I'm so happy with him, other than we are not in a book, and our lives are not perfect like Bella's and Edward's are. And because I realize I am ridiculous, I've cut myself off. 

 . . . well . . . . . .at least for a little while. 

Catch ya later, Twi-hards!

PS JACOB RULZ!

Frenchie

Quentin discovered the joys of photobooth a few weeks ago! He has a pretty good sense of humor. (He doesn't know that I'm posting these, so we'll see how well that humor holds up when he does see). ^_-

His English is much improved from when he first came here: he gets jokes, he can be sarcastic, he uses slang, and he is getting better at watching movies in English instead of wanting to watch them in French. (Interesting side-note: did you know that the French audio uses "merde" for every single bad word?) 

He still doesn't pronounce "h" very much, and he calls our dog Kali "Kari" and Nick is "Nicky" my name instead of Katie is a cross between "Kitty" and "Kahty", but I think that it's funny and that he shouldn't change it. 

And here he is giving the French cheek kiss! (Not really, but it goes along with this being the end of the post.) He actually didn't do that when we first met him, because he's trying to be American, but his French friend Louis stayed the weekend and did the cheek kisses (I totally didn't know he was going to, and ignored him for a sec, but then was like oh! oops! okay.) 

And I'm babbling. 

Kiss kiss!