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Ricky wants me to keep blogging even though I am clearly a little tipsy (one margarita on an empty stomach) and am having trouble spelling things properly. I already failed at my first attempt at a post in which I recounted how I blew-out the power in our apartment by simply making breakfast. (I over-estimated our old buildings electrical abilities and used the microwave, toaster oven, and electric kettle at the same time. The result? Luke-warm waffles, turkey sausage and tea, plus no internet for four hours.)

I am instead going to show these vanity pictures I have just taken of myself.

So. Attractive.

May I reiterate the fact that the reason I am staring off into the distance is less about good angles and more about the fact that six months after I bought this computer I dropped it on the tile bathroom floor at my parents house and broke the screen? Because it is. In fact, I now can only use this computer when it is hooked up ghetto-style to a huge desktop monitor. But, on the plus side, my macbook now doubles as an intriguing modern art piece. 

Which is why, after almost two years of torture and suffering, I am buying a new computer next month. 

So. That's it. I'm too inebriated to write anything else even remotely coherent. (This sentence originally read "I'm too inmebreaited to write anything else ieven remotnles xob=ehernt." Proof.)

I promise I will be back with vigor and witty-ness tomorrow.

Boom boom pow

Blog blog blog
Busy busy busy
Stress stress stress
Cookies for breakfast.

Full disclosure: writing this in the bathroom in between getting ready and waiting for cake to cool. This cake to be exact.

Happy Easter, Zombie Jesus Day, Passover, Rainy Seattle Sunday to one and all.

I have more scheduling conflicts at work and it's making me angry because I have been nothing but accommodating. Argh.

Ricky bought me my favorite cookie ever from Specialties Cafe and bakery as a surprise. Let's review: my boyfriend is the best.

I have not a lot else to say.

Internet Killed the Video Star

Sad news. I'm not getting a camera this week. I was going to buy a pretty nice one off of a friend, but things didn't end up working out, so it looks like I won't be getting one for a month or two. Getting a new computer and car are the first things on my list, so I'll have to make do with taking pictures on my phone for a little while longer.

Bummer.

In happier news, check out this video Ricky made me. I was working late last night and would be home after he went to bed, but he wanted to wish me goodnight anyways. So he sang me a song, posted it to youtube, and I downloaded it onto my phone and listened to it on repeat on the drive home (oh the wonders of technology!). My boyfriend is dreamy.

Feeling a little snarky.

Quick post today. Just the important stuff, guys.

I finally figured out some pet peeves (See April 11th, letter "p"). They include people who refer to their medication, or medicine in general, as "meds". I believe I find this annoying because no one in my family ever used this term, so I heard it for the first time in late elementary school. Hearing this new slang for something that I had been using for the occasional head cold and stomach flu my whole life made it seem like they were cool with medicine in ways that I weren't. They took their meds every day. For really awesome things like ADHD and allergies. They were almost cooler than the kids with broken bones (casts!) because their ailments were permanent. They were worldly and hip and were on a nickname basis with inanimate objects. They made me feel dumb. They made me look clueless. They needed to shut the eff up about their meds already.

Also, people who begin statements about themselves with the phrase with "I'm the type of person who...". For obvious reasons.

That's about all I gots for right now. I'm going to to continue my recent streak of posting totally unrelated pictures from my facebook profile because A.) I like having pictures on my blog and B.) I'm not getting my camera until next week so this just has to suffice.

I'm just the type of person who needs meds, okay?

P.S. I'm not actually, nor have I ever been, pregnant.

Winners!

I'm happy to report that my first giveaway was a big success. Not only did I feel super loved, but I now have the fun task of creating beautiful art for the following five commenters:

Geneva
Monique
Monica
Melanie
Stephanie

If you are one of these people, please e-mail your mailing address to katemosbarger@gmail.com so I can send you your prize!

Also, as an extra special bonus in honor of the "Stop Being A Creepy Lurker and Say Hi to Me Giveaway", I'm posting my favorite picture of yours truly being - what else - a creepy lurker.

You're welcome.

Here's What's Up and a Giveaway

I have some exciting new features for my little blog in mind. In addition to me blathering on about God knows what, I'll be featuring recipes I cook, fashion spreads, and interviews with people I like/find interesting. A new camera and computer are in store for me within the next few weeks, so things are about to get fancy. And kind of girlie. But mostly just fancy.

I'm currently wrapping up the show I'm choreographing, so with only two other shows on my plate plus work plus voice lessons, I'm CLEARLY in need of a new project. (That was originally meant as sarcasm, but it's actually true. I'm a workaholic.)

SO. What does that mean for you? Well I'll tell you. A normal post here at Blatheration gets zero comments. Zero love. However, according to my blog stats, I'm averaging about 20 pageviews per day. Not record numbers, but obviously SOMEONE IS READING. You guys, I know you're out there.

In an effort to get my readers to stop being creepy lurkers and say hello to me, I'm doing this new thing. It's called "Stop Being Creepy Lurkers and Say Hi to Me Giveaway".

The first five readers to comment either here or on facebook get a personalized art project made my me. That I will mail you in the mail. It will be pretty and you can frame it and it will smell like me you can cuddle with it. Sound good?

Kay.

Go.

Tax Day

I had to pay taxes this year.

I am angry.

I honestly hesitated when I saw the amount I had to pay and thought somewhat seriously about not paying. But, in the end I decided I should probably be a responsible adult about the whole situation. However, when I think about the frustration and crying and angry phone calls and storming into Kent School District headquarters I had to do to even get paid in the first place (and by "storming" I mean timidly going into to talk to the financial ladies and then more crying), it just seems all very futile and hopeless. This is the problem with being somewhat self-employed.

I realize I shouldn't really be surprised that I had to pay taxes on my choreography income since I had to do it last year. And the year before. But, you know, it's never a pleasant thing to do. Also, I choreographed the most shows in a year this tax year than I ever have before, so naturally I owed more than ever before. Blerg.

*A note on the crying: I am normally not easily moved to tears about these sorts of matters, but the lack of payment occurred about a week after Three Days of Torture '10 that I posted about a few days ago. I had no car, plus a ticket from the accident and tow truck fees. I didn't even have enough money to buy food. These were trying times.

This was a very interesting blog post about my finances that I'm sure everyone was really excited to read.

Here is a picture of me, my mom, and Maggie in Italy last year. Why the date says 2004, I have no idea.

I wish I was there right now.