Why there’s been no cartoons!

Hello to all my lovely readers!
You’ve probably been going, “Where the heck is Katelyn? I was promised badly drawn cartoons with a humorous slant!”
I promise I will be back with those shortly!

My husband and I moved out of our condo at the end of May. Our new townhome wasn’t ready until the start of July. So we spent the month of June staying in a bedroom at my Mom’s place until our new home was ready. As a snapshot of what living with my Mom and Stepdad is like, here is some photographic documentation.


Yes. My mom did this to every box of cereal we brought into the house. Then she went out and bought some just so she could write more funny things on them. It was awesome.
We moved a few days ago into our new bigger place (I HAVE MY OWN ART STUDIO GUYS! FOR REAL!) As soon as we are settled in, the cartoons will be back I promise! :) In the meantime, I thank you so much for your patience and your continued support of the blog.

With affection,

29 things that strike me as Odd or Nice PART 2

A continuation from my PREVIOUS ENTRY Part 1. I hope you enjoy it! Even if you don’t, just pretend!

29 things that strike me as Odd or Nice Part 2

11. Leaving one single bite of food on my plate [Odd]

I never knew I did this until my husband and I went travelling with our Travel BFF’s and the wife randomly noticed my odd eating habit. Plus she would find random pieces of food (like the bottom of a muffin, or a half-drank soda) and just shake her head because she is a true friend and loves me despite my many food-based shortcomings. SHOUT OUT TO FRIENDS WHO DON’T JUDGE YOUR BAD LIFE DECISIONS.



12. Being Nice to Others [Nice]

One of my jobs involves working with a fellow with a disability. He is hilarious and sweet and needs help with some things you or I would take for granted. Last week we had a major breakthrough during our shift and I was literally on Cloud 9 for DAYS. I was overjoyed for my client and it spilled into my everyday life. I found that in those days following I had so much more love in my heart I would just start doing nice things for random people everywhere I went trying to spread this joyful feeling around. People I helped noticed and were touched (and some, afraid). Spreading joy feels awesome. If you haven’t done it, I suggest you do.



13. A desire for Snappy Comebacks [Odd]

You know my pain. I know you do. Someone says something annoying, offensive, etc and it takes you by SUCH surprise that you cannot even fathom what you would say in response until two hours later when you are replaying the conversation over in your head as you drive, gesturing wildly as you coast down the freeway getting angrier by the second. I wish when people asked me dumb questions I could have something witty to retort on the spot.


14. Things that are on sale [Nice]

When I find something that I like or really want and it is marked down in price, I get a feeling like my heart is doing the can-can. When a sale comes up and I don’t even know about it until I get to the till, I can barely even contain my glee. Once I walked into a store and didn’t know they were having a 50% off sale until I went to pay. It was the BEST SHOPPING EXPERIENCE EVER. It’s the little things in life.


15. Not having Dairy [Odd]

Okay, I know there are worse things in the world. You don’t need to tell me. But for real, I MISS DAIRY. It’s only been two weeks since I cut it out of my diet (KINDA) because know what? DAIRY IS IN EVERYTHING I LIKE!


They sneak it into stuff that you wouldn’t think about! Even salad dressing! And going out for dinner used to be one of my favorite things but now when we go everything I like has dairy so I get really bummed out.




16. Feeling Young [Nice]

At my other job, I work with seniors. Like for real seniors, some over 100. They are the sweetest people alive and in a really selfish way, they boost my ego on a daily basis. Every time I walk down the halls they say to me; “Oh you are so beautiful!” and “Oh you’re so young you have so much time!” or “Look at that hair! Gorgeous!” Even on days when I look like garbage that’s been left out for days. They are so genuinely sweet and kind and I bet they don’t even realize how much their words brighten my day (even though I tell them!)

On the other hand, I guess it’s sad that I need seniors citizens to make me feel young.

17. My weird attachment to Authors [Odd]

There have been two times I’ve missed work when I haven’t been sick. Once was when JD Salinger died and once was when Ray Bradbury died. These are authors whose work has genuinely touched my life at different times. When I read Catcher in the Rye I am 17 again, going “Holden Caulfield GETS me” (like most people at 17 believe). I believe that books partly shape us into the people we become. Authors are like magicians, they can weave this amazing world you can get lost in. That holds a lot of nostalgia and tenderness for those books and times. So when they die, I guess I feel like an old friend is suddenly gone. Please don’t ask me why I thought missing work would help, because all I did was lock myself in the bedroom, read their books and cry because I would never get to meet them. Yeah, I definitely believed I would meet them. What would we talk about? Good question. All I know is that when Stephen King dies, I am going to be a WRECK because those books WERE my life for a really long time!

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18. People who still use the ‘R’ word. [Odd]

If you use this word on purpose, even as a joke, I hate you a little bit.

It’s 2015.

For real. Get your life together.

19. Being too Sensitive [Nice]

I was going to list this under Odd, but you know what? I think it’s nice that I’m sensitive. And sentimental. I think it’s nice that I have a box of movie ticket stubs and mementos from my years with my husband. I think it’s nice that I have the agenda my Dad used to write in for work. I like that I am there for my friends and sensitive to their needs. I think it’s because I have a tender heart and I don’t think a tender heart is a bad thing at all!

Unless a tender heart is a sign of congenital heart disease. Then I’m screwed.

20. When people don’t find the same things funny as me [Odd]
You know when you show someone something on YouTube that you literally almost died laughing from and then they don’t laugh and you are simultaneously embarrassed and also super pissed off and also want to punch them super hard? No? That’s just me? Oh okay.









Okay, I know I still have to go to 29 but you’ll have to wait for Installment 3 for the rest! I like installments. It means I’m not rushing through, plus it’s like a series! Fun! Speaking of donating (see how I snuck that in?) if you are enjoying my blog and are feeling generous, I am just gonna leave the donate link HERE.

It goes to operational costs and to me because I do all this for free JUST to make YOU laugh! Aren’t I nice?

Why I am miserable (kind of)

So, this title is pretty misleading because as I type this I am not miserable. I am tired and cranky, but if I’m real, I’m tired and cranky a lot.

But some miserable things happened this week (which are complete First World Problems) and since blogs are about letting out inner thoughts and feelings, that’s what I’m gonna do.

Firstly, I SUCK at returning facebook messages and I feel like a HUMAN GARBAGE PAIL about it. Like, someone messages me a month ago, I forget about it thinking ‘I will respond to this’ and then I forget and I look like a HUGE JERK-FACE.

Secondly, we are moving into a bigger place. Our move-out/move-in dates didn’t coincide, so my husband, cat and I are living with my Mom and Stepdad for a month. They’re literally the COOLEST parental units. I am just not stoked at commuting, paying the toll every day and genuinely being away from a ton of my friends and social contacts! Plus all my art supplies are packed away so I feel weird.

And everyone goes, “It’s only a month!”

Uh, yeah. I can read a calendar. Still not stoked about it.

And if I’m honest, I am a VERY sentimental person! I keep looking at our little condo and getting super sad that we are leaving. Its full of memories -and a lot of them good! I look at the threshold that my husband carried me over on our wedding day. I look at the artroom/office/everything room and remember hurriedly making a ton of orders for Christmas. Everywhere I look holds memories of the life we have built so far and I get sentimental about it.

It doens’t mean I don’t want to move – it just means I have emotions.

But everytime I try to just tell people how I feel, everyone jumps on me and goes: “But you know you’ll LOVE you new bigger place! That will feel like home in no time!”


Of course I will.

But I’m really bummed I’m leaving what was my home for 5 years. Let me be sad about it. Its okay to be sad for five seconds. Its called being a non-robot. Seriously, try it once in a while. Its okay. Its like people are not comfortable with any emotion that isn’t jubilant elation. I don’t get it.
And now a bunch of our furniture is gone so it looks less like our home and more like where a serial killer lures his victims.


Then because we won’t have our kitchen for much longer, I decide I want to make RUM BALLS because YES, they are in fact the BEST THING EVER.


So I get all the ingredients together and start and then realize..oh right. I need to grab Rum. You know, the INGREDIENT THAT IS IN THE TITLE? And even though rum and cokes are my favorite drink, guess what’s not in our cupboard?



(I warned you. First World Problems).

Then I Netflixed binged on a bunch of my favorite cancelled shows and I went to a really dark place.


And then on Sunday I decided to NOT be a lazy slob and my husband and I did a lot of walking. We had dinner plans that evening with friends so we rushed up to the apartment. And the following happened as we were getting on the elevator.



So the entire night was garbage because a.) I was REALLY excited about having dinner with our friends b.) We have to wait a bunch of weeks to even get the keys BACK from the elevator shaft and c.) . Even though the locksmith was really nice and has a semi-famous daughter (which he proudly showed me on his phone) I was not stoked that we blew $150 bucks to have someone let us into our condo to grab my back up set of keys. Because for real. I think it took him like maybe 3 minutes but we had to pay the weekend rate.

And I think if I’m really honest with myself, I think the thing that made me most miserable is that I’ve been having a lot of digestive issues and my new doctor (that was 30 minutes late for our first appointment and didn’t even acknowledge it) told me to cut out dairy. And I think my look when she said that was something akin to this:

Guys. I live for cheese. Like, it’s a problem.

I went to the grocery store and PANICKED because I do NOT know what cooking is without dairy! Its in EVERYTHING! So I just left my grocery cart in the middle of an aisle and walked home crying because I was imagining a future without cheese and I could NOT deal.
So between lack of rum balls, moving, premature show cancellations, husband dropping keys down elevator shaft and NO EFFING DAIRY I am feeling less than chipper.

So that’s my miserable post. I hope it made you smile and not miserable! If it DID make you miserable, I promise that my next one won’t! (I hope) It will be Part 2 to my epic; 29 things that strike me as Odd but Nice.

Lastly but MOST importantly– There is a very bright spot in my miserable week: I have had a BUNCH of new followers and subscribers to the blog which makes my withered blackened heart jump with joy! Thank you to my loyal readers for enjoying the horror that is sometimes my life!

Why my cat is a terror

Hey guys, my husband and I are now officially the owners of a 4 bedroom 4 bathroom townhome. I know what you’re thinking – FOUR BATHROOMS?! THAT IS THE PINNACLE OF LUXURY. And you know what? You’d be correct. In fact, the first thing I thought was; “Gizmo will have a bathroom all to himself!
If you are just starting to read this blog, Gizmo is my 5-year-old toilet trained cat and if I’m honest, I talk about him a lot.I bolded the words ‘toilet trained cat’ so you’d sort of know the person you’re dealing with.
Gizmo was adopted from the SPCA, he was the runt of the litter and the cutest little peanut I had ever seen in my entire life. I could hold him in one hand and he fell asleep EVERYWHERE. He was in a foster home at the time and I fell in love instantly.


My husband, not so much.

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You have to know that I get attached to some things VERY quickly. Like, weirdly so. We had seen Gizmo TWICE for about 15 minutes each time and I was already weirdly devastated that my husband wasn’t on board. So much so, that I felt like I needed some closure.



So of course, my husband being who he is could not stand to see me so heartbroken and immediately gave in. (Note: I was not trying to cry and get my way! I was legit just really sad I had to say goodbye). So we brought him home and in no time, my husband was just as adoring of him. One day he stopped by Granville Island and brought Gizmo home a little fish shaped toy. (I should note, he did not bring ME home anything.)

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It was precious.
We were a happy little family of three.


We noticed certain little idosyncrasies later on as he matured. He had been so affectionate towards my husband and I, but with everyone else he was NOT. In fact, he was rather aggressive.
Its true. Somewhere along the lines, Gizmo got so used to it just being the 3 amigos, that he started getting weirdly protective about us. Like, Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction weird.




And it was never a huge issue, until we put our condo up on the market a couple months ago. Please understand, to sell a condo in this day and age, you have to have open houses. Where you leave and strangers go through your place and decide if they dig it and secretly judge your designing skills. We left Gizmo in the condo during the first open house, assuming that with all the people he would likely hide or just chill on his cat tree.
We were wrong.
We came back after the first open house to find our Realtor waiting.



Imagine coming into a condo and having an overweight cat STALK you from room to room hissing and likely meowing in that creepy was he does that sounds like bigfoot looking for its mate. Its horrific.
So we decided we would just put him in the carrier and take him with us during open houses.
He was not stoked.


We tried taking him to the park. My husband had gone off somewhere and I had opened the cage for Gizmo because he seemed stuffed up. He was not planning on going anywhere. Instead, he sat there, GLARING at everyone who passed us.


Suddenly these two obnoxious little tweens walked by us.

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I had to agree with them. Gizmo looked like a demon in a carrier case. I tried lightening the awkwardness.


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So we decided a new approach. A leash.
I literally don’t know which one was worse.


I feel like the following photo pretty much sums up exactly what walking Gizmo in a leash was like.



One day we had an open house happening but I was working late. So I put Gizmo in his carrier on our balcony for an hour top. When the showing was over, our Realtor went to let him out of his carrier to have free reign in the house. Of course he was a holy terror.


This just shows the dedication of the woman. If I were affronted with a MANIC cat, literally growling and trying to bite me through the cage, I’d be like, “Yeah, you’re owners are home tonight, bye!” Nope. This woman dug around to find a POT HOLDER, to open the cage.


And instead of being grateful, of course Gizmo literally turned on her. Since our Realtor is familiar with cats, she pushed the open cage towards the center of the room to give herself time to BOOK IT OUT of our condo! OUR CAT IS A MONSTER.


So truthfully, Gizmo was just bugging the crap out of me. I would literally stress out every time we had a showing because I’d be going, “What are we going to do with Gizmo?!” I would look at him angrily, shake my head and say dumb stuff like, “Gizmo, This behavior is unacceptable!” like he could actually UNDERSTAND me while my husband laughed at us from the couch.
So yeah, my cat sometimes really sucks. Sometimes I wish he was like other cats and would stop being a creep.




It’s been a year, Daddio.

For those of you upset by sad things, this is not the blog entry for you. Next week will be better, I hope.

This Friday it will be one year since my Daddio passed away. I hate every word that is associated with death. Pass away, left us, died, gone. I hate all of them. There will never be an okay word that says, “My dad’s gone and he’s not coming back.”

It’s been a year and lots has happened since you “left”.

– I got accepted into grad school! Can you believe it? I loved it! But I only stuck around half a semester. I really did enjoy so much about it, but I was not 100% sure it’s what I wanted to do with my life at this point. That’s okay. You taught me I could do anything, Dad. You told me my big heart was an asset and that it made you proud. I’ll figure it out one day. Meanwhile I am using my big heart every day that I see someone who needs it.
– We took my little sister to Disneyland, just like you asked us to. Most of the time it was really great. I love spending time with her (how she thinks and takes in the world astounds me sometimes) and I think the magic of Disney was pretty neat. But, during the World of Color show they showed the part in the Lion king where Mufasa dies and Simba is going, “Dad? Dad? C’mon, you gotta get up” and we were not okay. I started crying in the middle of Disneyland during the fireworks because you couldn’t see them. I’m sad you couldn’t take her yourself, even though I know you HATED crowds.
– I started a side art business; And especially during Christmas time, it did SUPER well! I was so proud thinking that these pieces I had made would be hanging in people’s homes! I remember you coming to my high school to buy the ugliest print I’d ever made in art class. It was of a pink sparrow or something. I remember feeling so grateful for you that day, that you would spend your money on one of my ugly pieces! You hung it up on your wall with pride and I remember going, “Dad take it down!” and you chuckling and refusing.
– Hubby and I went to Hawaii. Mom says you guys went there together when you were young. But we did the big Island, I think you were more into the resort-y type areas like Maui or Oahu. (Turns out, I am too! Lava is not my thing!). Some days when it was especially beautiful, I cried because you weren’t here to see it.
– We sold our condo – and it was very stressful for me!!!! I know I would have texted you like I always did, asking for sage advice, because you always gave the BEST advice. On the phone, in person, over text. It was always the BEST advice. And I know you would have said something that would have made me realize how silly I was being freaking out about something I couldn’t control. Good news is, it’s sold so I’m freaking out a little less (but hi, I’m Katelyn,  I worry about WORRYING).
– We bought a townhouse. It is wonderful and has 4 bathrooms, which to me is the pinnacle of luxury and something I know you would appreciate. When I saw the guestroom I felt my heart twinge a bit. Whenever I had envisioned my own guest rooms in the past, it would be you coming down for a visit and occupying them. My heart still hurts when I think of the things you won’t be here for.

I’m still mad at you a little bit. I’m still mad at the doctors for being so slow on acting on your deteriorating health even when I had mentioned months before that you weren’t looking well. I am mad that you didn’t take your health seriously. I am mad at all the people who told me that “it gets easier” because they lied. It doesn’t. You just get better at managing when you break down. I am SO mad that if I ever get around to having kids, you won’t be here to see them or give me advice on how to be a good parent because I KNOW you were full of amazing advice. Who will be my children’s ‘Papa’? That was supposed to be you! I’m pissed off that without you here I feel like I’ll never fully enjoy things that my friends with parents still alive will. I’m scared sometimes because you’re not here and I guess it’s because I felt like you were one of the few people who knew me, the real me. You saw me.

Friday is going to be so hard. Actually, if I’m honest this entire year has been hard. Normally I don’t work Friday’s, but I picked up an extra shift because staying home alone would make it harder. I always think of how hard a worker you were. I remember your boss had to force you to take vacation because you LOVED what you did. I love that you loved to help people, Dad. You were so good at it. You helped me so many times I thought I was lost.
Some of the people you left here are big jerks. I wish you were here to straighten them out in only the way you could. Gently but firmly. I miss that about you.
I keep going to text you or call you and then remembering.
Whenever I hear Patsy Cline, I sing along for you and Grandma because you both loved her and you’re both gone. I sing my heart out, imagining you can hear me. I pretend you are both sitting there listening and smiling at me. Then I open my eyes and not shockingly, you are not there.
I used to beg and pray that you would haunt me. I would have taken a ghostly version of you over nothing any day. But no matter how much I look, I still haven’t seen you. There have been many signs of you watching over me, but I dismiss them. I want to see your face. I want one last hug. I know I will never get those things but I can’t stop wanting them.
I saw a guy who looked like you at Starbucks the other day. Like, a LOT like you. He dressed like you, his hair was like yours, he even did that crooked way of leaning that you used to do when he was putting cream in his coffee. I watched him, mouth agape as he went about his business. I wanted to rush over and hug him. I wanted it to be you so badly, Dad. I felt myself shaking and I bolted from the coffee shop leaving my poor husband bewildered.
I walked behind an older guy with cowboy boots when I was grocery shopping last week. I found myself going closer and closer to him, watching his boots hit the floor. I know how much you loved to cook too. I bet you liked grocery shopping. I never asked you. I wonder if you did. I remember the pair of your cowboy boots that I kept after the funeral. They sit in my closet, looking sad because you’re not there to wear them. I was sad that the man at the grocery store was wearing boots like yours. I think I will always get upset when I see the kind of cowboy boots you wore on someone other than you.
I’m trying to be a good big sister to my three siblings. I feel sometimes like I need to be better, be stronger for them. I try to give advice you would give. I try not to get frustrated so easily. I try to tell them how much you would respect and love their choices and their successes because I know you would. A few months ago they all called me at separate times during the span of several hours upset and missing you and it made my heart break all over again because I couldn’t do anything to help them. I ended up sending them trinkets off of eBay to hopefully brighten their day. I see they are changing too. In good ways, I see you influence in all of them. They are all good, kind, loving people you helped raise. I am proud to be their sister, I am proud to be your daughter.
I am sad that I get to be alive and you don’t. I feel guilty every day I don’t enjoy every second of life because I feel like I am living for you too, a life you didn’t get to finish and I am wasting it. I know that I have changed since you left. Sometimes I think it’s good, when I do something I’ve been afraid to do or show patience when something would normally upset me. Sometimes I think it’s bad when I can’t sleep because I am afraid any of my loved ones will be taken from me.
I don’t really get the point of death. I guess it’s so we enjoy the time we have here, right? Thing is, I could have enjoyed my time on earth with you still in it. I’ve realized after a year that I am unsatisfied with not knowing what awaits me for sure. I am upset that you haven’t come to me in some Mufasa-in-the-clouds type of way to let me know all is well. I know that this is the mystery of death and something we all must face alone, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it or even agree with it.
We are all going to go visit your brother, mom and sister (and our many cousins) in Ontario this summer. You would be amazed and humbled at how your brother has welcomed us into his home for our stay and just how supportive he has been since you “left”. (I don’t like left because it makes it seem like you had a choice). We are all very excited to see your old stomping grounds, see where you hung out when you were a kid. We are all so excited to have you alive in more stories I guess.
You taught me a lot when you were alive, Dad. You taught me a lot when you died too, just in a different way.
I don’t know how to end this letter, so I guess I’ll just say: Until we meet again, Daddio.

My Dad is the adorable guy in the middle. That's his older bro and younger sister on either side of him.

My Dad is the adorable guy in the middle. That’s his older bro and younger sister on either side of him.

My Dad with his horse and me! Circa the mid 80's. Even then, you can tell I was not a fan of horses.

My Dad with his horse and me! Circa the mid 80’s. Even then, you can tell I was not a fan of horses.

I have no idea what this is from. All I know how much  love it.

I have no idea what this is from. All I know how much love it.

Back when Dad thought that black hair was a solid idea. I liked the salt and pepper personally. We had lots of talks about his hair over the years. :)

Back when Dad thought that black hair was a solid idea. I liked the salt and pepper personally. We had lots of talks about his hair over the years. :)

And lastly, Daddio doing what he did best. Making people laugh.

And lastly, Daddio doing what he did best. Making people laugh.

29 things that strike me as Odd or Nice PART 1

So, I see a lot of these lists: Things I wish I’d known before I was thirty, 27 things you NEED to know before 27, etc. This list is sort of like that, but more odd but nice things I’ve come across in my 29 years on earth. So actually not like those lists at all. This list will not help or guide you in any way….unless you aspire to be me, in which case, HELLO YOU’RE AMAZING.

29 things that strikes me as Odd or Nice now that I’m 29

1. Loving Pizza. [Odd].
Guys, it’s WEIRD how much I love pizza. And the weirdest part is – I am almost 30 and I love it EVEN more NOW then when I was a kid! When I was a kid, I was like, “Cool, I like pizza” but now if I know we are having pizza, I literally LOSE it with joy because I LOVE PIZZA SO MUCH. I think it’s because I do the majority of the cooking at my house, so when we order out it’s so exciting because it means I don’t have to cook! Point is, I love pizza. A lot.


2. Being Friends with Neighbours. [Nice].
Guys, I have only had insane neighbours. Like the ones that do weird crap and you pretend not to notice them because nothing would be worse than having to talk to them. So, when I got a note under my door inviting my husband and I to our neighbour below us, I was suspicious.


Turns out, I literally have the BEST neighbors. My other neighbour just bought me an exercise ball because one day during conversation I mentioned that I needed one. Seriously. These people are GEMS. I always thought that being friends with neighbours was lame and something right out of a 50’s sitcom. But know what? It’s GREAT having a wonderful relationship with neighbours! I recommend it! Introduce yourself, you’d be surprised at the possibilities!

3. Skin changes [Odd].
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I cannot eat ANYTHING without it showing up on my face the next day. I used to have such clear skin and would eat like a teenager who just discovered sugar and my face would remain blemish free. Now if I accidentally drink something with too much sugar, my face looks like a moon crater. BUMMER TIMES A MILLION. I never hear anyone else talk about this, but I feel like I can’t be alone. (If I am, lie to me.)


4. Friend Time [Nice]
I’ll be honest, I used to hate hanging out with people all the time. I was usually good for one solid hang out every couple of weeks if the timing was right and the weather was nice. The following LITERALLY happened after I flaked out on dinner with friends because IT WAS RAINING.


Lately however, I’ve been pushing myself and making lots of plans with friends (I have my weekly coffee dates, movie nights, dinners out etc) and I actually really enjoy it now that I’m older. It’s also nice that I have friends where we look at each other and are like, “So… I’m gonna go.” and there’s no bad feelings, you just know the other person is spent. I definitely recommend trying it out and seeing if it’s for you. If not, no worries.

5. Being Weirdly Attached to your pet [Odd]
This is a new one for me. I’ve always had pets, but because of where we lived, they always escaped and got hit by cars. Plus, they were always ‘family pets’ which means they like everyone but me. I won’t lie, for the longest time I believed that cats only lived 5 years (because that’s how long mine would live before being hit). So, I guess I never got super attached to a pet. I’ve had my cat Gizmo for 5 years and I love him to the point of detriment. For real, just look at my instagram. There are more photos of Gizmo then there are of my HUSBAND. I’ve taught him to use the toilet, he is a guard cat for any strangers and even though he bugs me, I love him SO much. This is a new feeling for me to have for a pet. Sometimes I sit and think about the day that I will find he is gone and my stomach churns and I get teary. I guess getting older will do that to you. Turn you maudlin.


6. Not Caring What other people think as much [Nice]
I literally walked out of the house like this. On purpose. Know what I’m doing in that photo? Shrugging because I don’t care that my fashion sense is plummeting. I sort of dig the whole striped sweater over a dinosaur t-shirt topped with a giant Russian hat. It works. It was ridiculously comfortable! I find with every year that passes, I care less and less what people think. In some ways bad, in most ways it’s AMAZING.


7. People asking me why I don’t have kids. [Odd].
I am continually struck dumb in shock when people ask why I don’t have kids. It’s such a personal question I find it completely bizarre that everyone noses their way into it so casually and often! This is a real pet peeve whenever strangers/acquaintances (aka, NOT my close friends or family who get a free pass) ask me when I’m having kids – or last month when I was aggressively interrogated by a couple who had just had twins, wanting – nay- demanding to know why I didn’t have kids and why I should. This is what happened.








Okay, the last two panels didn’t happen because I hate confrontation, but I WISH I would have told them to piss off. What I did was awkwardly excuse myself and pretended I was getting a call on my cell.  I felt like they had made a decision and because I wasn’t doing it too, it made them insecure. Which bummed me out because shouldn’t you be having a baby because you want to? Not because everyone else is doing it?
My husband gets it on his end too, but he’s much more chill about it. But it makes me personally MAD. Know why it makes me mad? Because there are SO many reason people DON’T WANT or CANNOT have kids. And you pushing it in their face is INSENSITIVE and RUDE. Plus, shocker- some people just don’t want them and that DOESN’T make them any less of a person. If I want kids, cool. Maybe I will one day. Until then, MIND YOUR OWN BUISNESS.
Okay, rant over.

8. Grey Hair [Odd]
Guys, when I thought of getting grey hair as a kid, I was stoked. And want to know why? Because I was deluded. I was convinced my grays would come in one awesome stripe that would make me look fabulous and the cool kind of mature. The kind of mature that drinks martini’s in the afternoon and goes on yachting adventures on a whim. My grays make me look like the cliché cat lady that doesn’t realize her hair is come up grey in sparse clumps. I HATE IT.


9. Self Improvement [Nice]

I have a bad temper. But if you’d met me 8 years ago, it was SO MUCH WORSE. I also ate nothing but McDonalds, hated saving money, flaked out on everything and generally hated lots of stuff. Eight years later, I’m far from perfect, but I can see the strides I’ve made and it’s kind of awesome. I go, “Hey, I eat vegetables now!” My old self would have seen changing as some sort of defeat, but my new self sees it as improvement.

Realistic perspective baby, its good.

10. A Weird Love of Cooking [Odd]
Guys, am I alone here? Did the world suddenly start to love cooking and I got left behind? I see these amazing healthy, beautiful meals all over my instagram and facebook feed with people happily exclaiming, “Can’t wait to dig in!” and talking about how much they love the cooking process. Meanwhile, I’m like:


Why a free potato is better than nothing

Firstly, you need to know I LOVE free stuff. I feel like it’s pretty obvious considering what I’ve written in past entries. Mama likes free SWAG. I accept it. I also accept that I reference myself as Mama and free stuff as SWAG.
I won’t lie, when I started this blog I was hoping for free merch. (My young hip sister frequently references merchandise as such, so I’m definitely going to pathetically cling to my youth as long as I can and try to stay relevant with lingo). I follow a lot of fashion and humor blogs and I swear, all of them talk about the free stuff they get on a daily basis. They talk about shows and give-away bags and everything they get for FREE! Trips! Clothes! Hot Sauce!

My greedy little mind went straight to blog + internet = Free stuff! I LOVE FREEEEEEEEEEEEE.


Secondly, my life is not that exciting. I definitely do fun stuff, but if I’m being real – it’s a pretty average day-to-day experience unless we are travelling somewhere new or embarking upon a planned adventure.
I tell you these two things so that you can properly understand how and why my little heart raced when I logged into my e-mail and the following happened.




Yep, some guy from mailaspud.com contacted me to give me a free potato. No, for real. A potato.

And at first, I was REALLY excited. Like, what the heck – Someone is offering me a FREE THING BECAUSE OF MY BLOG. How cool is that?!


But then about two seconds later I was really sad. All I could think of was the cool stuff other people’s blogs were getting and I was being offered a potato.


So I got mopey for a second. A long second. Then i realized I was being a selfish little baby. Lots of blogs don’t even get the offer of a FREE potato! And here I was being ungrateful at the very opportunity.




So then I  figured, what the heck – I wrote Sean back about the now infamous potato. I kind of looked forward to opening my mailbox one day and finding a spud covered in stamps. It would make for a fun follow up piece to this. Then I got the following e-mail.

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I live in Canada.

And suddenly, this potato that I had been apathetic about moments before? I was suddenly crushed I wouldn’t be receiving it!  What a bummer.


So if you live in the USA and read this blog and want to mail a potato to someone for literally NO reason other than to confuse them. Then do it – maybe even tell them that Katelyn from Odd but Nice sent you so that I dunno, one day I get a raisin or something cheaper to mail to Canada.

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