And the winner is…

So a couple of weeks ago I said that anyone who commented on that specific blog post about why they were “Odd, but Nice” would be entered into a draw for some OBN swag. Well, I finally got off my lazy ass and decided…

In case you’re wondering how I decide on a winner, I do it completely impartially. Truly. Let me show you the process.

So Brett – congrats! Please e-mail me at missoddbutnice@gmail.com so I can get your address and mail you some awesome Odd but Nice stuff! And if you’re awesome and send me a photo of you over the moon with your winnings, you could be featured!

Thank you to everyone who commented and continues to support this blog – its such a great way to relieve stress and share my humor all over the globe! This marks my 120th post!!! And over 23,000 hits! Thanks so much for the continued belief that I am marginally funny guys!

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.

A day to celebrate Mother’s, mother’s in law, stepmothers, friends who are mother’s, grandmothers who are mothers, aunts who are mothers… Okay, you get the idea. Mother’s come in all shapes and sizes and races and creeds and ages and relations. But most of all, Mother’s are those people who celebrate and love you for all you are and all you want to be.

But this blog entry focuses on one special Mother – MINE! My mother is not only one of the funniest people alive, she is also the most supportive, the most loving and the unique mother out there. Below highlights just a few of the things she does that makes her dear to me because if I had to make a cartoon for every way she is awesome – I would never be done.

Reasons why I love my Mother (in no particular order)

 

Her sick sense of humor.

I know this seems an odd thing to love about a parent, but I do.  She once at all the insides of the oreo’s and then put them back together just so she could cackle when we went to eat one. It sounds awful, but it was hilarious. And who could forget Halloween growing up?

That she is ridiculously supportive of my blog

My Mom put money towards my t-shirt making machine for this blog (sorry Mom! ) she also gives out my business card to anyone she can and best of all- manages to promote my blog internationally – like when she’s on vacation in Mexico.

That she always tries to build me up

My mother is the parent who is always trying to support and encourage her children. Sometimes it pays off and sometimes she let’s me go out of the house dressed like an idiot.

That she still creates fun Christmas/Easter scavenger hunts and games.

Even though I have two brothers and the youngest of us is 21, my  Mother still is coming up with original ways to make the holiday’s fun for us – in a childish way. I love it. Plus, I ALWAYS WIN AT EVERYTHING. Lesson learned brothers.

 That she is always there for me when I’m feeling down…. with rationality.

Sometimes I can be very self indulgent in my sorrow. Sometimes to the point when I am having major pity parties for myself. My Mom manages to be loving, but realistic.

But most of all, I love my Mom for just being her. For never apologizing for being herself. And for being a constant loving support to everyone she touches. She is an amazing individual and I feel so blessed that she is my Mother.

So go out and share some love with your Mother or Mother-figure! Happy Mother’s Day!

The day I met Lou Ferrigno

I wanted to earn a little extra coin for May long weekend coming up this month and so I was looking for some extra work.  My friend gave me a head’s up for a little organic food expo that was going on.  Truthfully, I eat like a 16^th century pirate – lots of junk, very little vegetables. Scurvy is a constant worry.  So me at an organic food expo try to sell health foods was pretty much the funniest thing that any of my friends had ever heard.

This expo was being held at a city convention center – and at the same time this boring organic expo was going on – FAN EXPO was going on at the same time! Which is pretty much like a baby Comicon! THERE WERE PEOPLE IN AWESOME COSTUMES EVERYWHERE. If there’s anything you need to know about me, it’s the following:

I had heard on the radio that minor celebrities were going to be at this Fan Expo – like Adam West and Lou Ferrigno. Needless to say, I was hoping to glimpse him as I went to my shift. I did not. My friends working with me knew of my desire and promised to help me out.  And so I went onto my job of hocking various health foods and trying to be excited about it.

This was a weekend guys. A weekend of selling foods I would never eat. Except they had organic potato chips that did not suck! They were actually pretty delicious. But, you have to know a weekend of standing for 8 hours at a time trying to be excited about coconut water is pretty tiring. And dull as hell.

All of a sudden during my lunch break, I heard my friends calling my name. I looked to them confused. They were calling my name but I couldn’t understand what they were trying to say. They kept pointing at something but I was bewildered.

All of a sudden I looked over from my friends and into the large figure that appeared before me just as I ran into it. And I was pissed – this giant guy didn’t even apologize for walking right into me! And so I looked up with my angriest face.

This is apparently what happens when I meet minor celebrities.

After my embarrassing screaming of his name in his face – (and his bodyguards laughing at me and going, “That was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen” to one another) I , shaking his hand, proceeded to accidentally put my head against his pectoral in embarrassment of the situation.

Understandably, Lou was mollified and tried to extract himself from me as soon as possible. He was already a few feet away from me when I suddenly found my voice again and proceeded to SCREAM the following at the top of my lungs.

And then, Lou did this:

Finger guns. Minor celebrity finger guns.  There’s something about someone famous using such an archaic and cheesy form of connection that it immediately makes me giggle like a schoolgirl at a Jonas Brother’s concert.

So, after all was said and done – I was still stoked about meeting him.

You should know that there are two school of reaction when it comes to Lou Ferrigno.

You either get over the top excitement.

Or confused apathy.

But in the end, it doesn’t matter.

Wally’s World I

So, let me introduce a new Guest Post that will be popping up every now and again. As you have seen through video and cartoons, I have a stepfather. What you may not be aware of, is that he’s off his freakin’ rocker. I totally love him for it, and so when he asked if he could be a part of my blog I said,

“I love you, but no.”

But then he drew a little doodle to put on here, and I couldn’t resist because he’s adorable and treats my mom and us kids great.  So now, every once in a while I am going to do what I call a story from…

Because trust me. This man lives in his own world.

It’s going to be random and bizarre. But I hope you like it.

If you don’t, jog on.

So without further ado- the first instalment of Wally’s World that was originally delivered to me on the back of a used napkin after buffalo wings.

Why I am odd but Nice Part 1

So, let me start out this posting with: I am SO sorry I’ve not been updating more often! I swear I am trying harder to keep on track with it! I am not abandoning this beautiful but awkward blog I have created. Sometimes the stories just don’t come as quick.

Secondly, can I just say I LOVE everyone who comments? I mean, I still love those of you who support and view the blog and don’t  comment, but I especially love those who take the time out to comment – especially new people who I don’t even know in real life!

Anyway – as you know, I always get sick. I blame this on the fact that I am going through slurpee withdrawal. That and I have the immune system of an 80 year old woman.  But I digress. As I was laying in bed last night with a fever of 102, I won’t lie… I think in my over dramatic state (that I never get into normally… *shifty eyes*) I thought I was going to die. Then I thought of all the stupid stuff I had yet to share on my blog and thought…no, this cannot be the end.

So after my Husband came home from work, forced me to eat soup and took care of me my fever came down to a respectable 99 and I decided to keep my deathbed promise and return to my blogging more regularly. Interesting to note: I also had THREE bottles of pop in my fridge. Random ones I never get, like Diet Pepsi. My husband didn’t buy them. And I didn’t remember purchasing them.  How then? Turns out in my fevered state  I wandered through Safeway like a wayward street urchin wearing the following outfit grabbing crap literally left right and center.

 

When I finally found my receipt days later my list comprised of the following:

*  THREE bottles of Pop that I don’t drink

*  Cough medicine (Yay! Go semi-coherent Katelyn!)

* A giant bag of potato chips (that I had to throw away because I don’t trust myself and chips)

* A GIANT box of cookies that I think I feverishly bought because I know my husband likes cookies?

*  Shampoo and Conditioner; a brand I never use

* Pop tarts

So I think a part of me was like: “Woah, I really need cough medicine” and the other part of me was like “Bitch, you’re gonna die – you better live it up while you can.”

I’m getting away from my point. My point was, as I was laying there in bed I was thinking of all the funny crap that makes me odd but nice. Hey, I know it’s self centered but guess what? It’s my blog. You can write your own blog about what makes you awesome. Go ahead. I’ll read it. I’m supportive.

Anyway, without further ado – here are some glimpses into what makes me me….  And if you don’t mind, I’d love to know what makes YOU odd but nice. If your comment is randomly picked, you will be getting a surprise in the mail!

What makes me Odd but Nice

The fact that I KNOW when my cat is staring at something out of the blue for a REALLY long time, he’s obviously communicating with the dead.

That when I took off my wedding dress on my wedding night, underneath was a HORRIBLE black skirt that I’d forgotten to change out of when we put my wedding dress on. Yep. I walked around in that ALL night.

That this is what happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear ‘The Cat’s in the Cradle’ on the radio.

That when I was working in a factory type setting, I would practice putting together pieces blind so that if there was a disaster, I would still be able to work.

I’ve seen the Odd, you’re thinking. But what makes me nice, do you ask?

How about having this question about a billion times with my brother Matt and not murdering him?

Why I am a total wuss

Okay, so I did something rather daring last weekend. I got my nose pierced! It was one of those things that as soon as it got into my head, I HAD to do it before I talked myself out of it.  My husband was not thrilled- but hey, it wasn’t HIS nose getting a needle through it!

I got my awesome friend Laura to film it (what a trooper!) and I won’t lie – I made a tons of comics for this blog and then realized… nothing explained it quite like the video. And so, I give you an OBN exclusive -  a glimpse into my life!

In case it scares you too much – here is the Before and After!

 

 

Why I hated going to class in University

So, at my old University Alma mater there was a Canadian geese problem. And when I say problem, I of course mean infestation.   They were everywhere, creating havoc for students between classes. You see, these stupid geese would lay their eggs around campus. And geese are very territorial. You can probably see where this story is going.

I was heading towards one of my psych classes, sad that I was actually attending courses instead of going to the movies like I usually did.

I suppose that as I daydreamed, walking along the path towards my class I went too close to a nest of geese eggs hidden in the grass.

All of a sudden there was a rustle to my left and I felt my heart stop. My eyes began to dart back and forth madly.

And suddenly it came slowly into view.

And it looked ready to devour me. As most animals look when defending their young.

As you can well imagine I almost voided my bowels as this carnivorous goose ran at me, wings flapping and a look of anger in its eyes.

And so I did what any rational person would do.

I threw a textbook at it.

And I never went to another class again.

Just kidding!

I did go, I just barely paid attention.