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?

7 thoughts on “Why I am odd but Nice Part 1

  1. I have a crippled friend. He had his feet amputated, so he doesn’t move very fast at Wal-Mart. We spend a lot of time together. A few weeks ago, he asked me, “Do you know what I haven’t done in a long time?”

    I took a guess, “Hurdles?”

    Our conversations make me a bit odd, but I am also nice to him. Last weekend I took him to the emergency room. I told him to get out so I could go park the car. He reminded me that he couldn’t walk. I suggested that he just lay on the sidewalk until I got parked.

    He did, and being the nice guy that I am, I rolled him in when I got back.


    I must say we’re in the same “blind” boat!

    When I was 13 my sister and I had a dance school (J & E Dance Academy – for the record), and we made up a dance to the Xena theme song. What made this dance better than all the others was that there was a part in the middle that we would (AND COULD) perform with our eyes closed!
    I swear it was a difficult feat to pull off cause we had to do a few spins and meet in the middle and throw fake chakrams.

  3. HA. Let’s put it this way, you know where I work, and that in itself makes me odd. BUT at least I’m nice about it. Well, most of the time! Now, RANDOMLY (ha-ha) choose me for the mail out!

  4. Okay. So I’ve been hearing The Cat’s in the Cradle A LOT on my morning drive to work and I always think, “Does anyone actually enjoy this song? Does this song ruin anyone else’s mornings?” It is soooo funny that you posted this. Also, I am exactly like you when I am sick. Manfriend has to wait on me, because even a little stomach ache makes me act like I am on my death bed. It is all very dramatic, apparently. I wouldn’t know because, obviously, I am dying.

  5. YOU make me smile. I love your honesty, and your odd but nice attitude. What makes me me is me. I love scrapbooking, reading blogs, being nice is just who I am. Love you and am so glad I get to know you in REAL life. Keep up the great posts. I love reading your blog and your art makes it so entertaining and fun.

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