My To-Do List is officially a novel.

I've always been horrible at finishing things but lately it seems like it's gotten a million times worse.
Here are some examples of my procrastination at it's finest:

• It's been almost two months since I finished reading a book.  
• I haven't finished going through and editing videos from my vacation....in October.
• I have three boxes of clothes to post on Poshmark.  They haven't been touched them since November.
• There are no less than 13 half-finished drafts saved for this blog.
• Most importantly, I still haven't finished the Lego Movie Game.

Basically, the only things I've finished lately are tv shows on Netflix.

Sunday Confessional - Give 'em kale.

Hi, my name is Katrina and I'm an addict.  My 'drug' of choice: Kale.  I don't know how it happened.  I used to think I could stop whenever I wanted but now...now, I crave it constantly.  It doesn't matter the form: chips, salads...anyway I can get it, I'll take it..

Sunday Confessional

I've never really thought of myself as one to get star-struck.  I've worked enough concerts and conventions that I've met some really bad ass people, but at the end of the day I knew they were ordinary people doing what they loved.

Meeting the author of one of my favorite books, on the other hand?  Cue the geeking out.

Side note:  I met Michael Jackson when I was little.  My parents took me up to him, he said hello, and I got so scared that I cried.

Sunday Confessional - Texas, I've missed you.

I'm fiiiiinally home for a while.  I spent as much time out of town as I did actually home in October.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.  I just got back from 8 days in Oahu.  I'd move there in a heartbeat if I could.  Acai bowls and shark diving 24/7?  Yes, please.  I am super glad to be home and able to cuddle with Stella, though.

Except for one thing.

Holy crap, the mail.  I feel like our postman must hate me.  I came back to countless magazines, catalogs, bills, and junk items PLUS 9 subscription boxes.  Needless to say, I'm a bit behind.

I hope Stella's prepared to cuddle me through the writing of all these blog posts to come. ;)

Sunday Confessional - Just not feelin' it.

This morning, I wrote a long, heavy confessional for today.  I couldn't bring myself to click Publish, though, so I'm starting over.  Basically, I just haven't been feeling it this past week.  I don't mean blogging, either.  I mean everything - work, socializing, etc.

Thursday marked 9 years since my mom passed away, which kind of just added extra emotional heaviness to an already stressful week.  I kind of just want to sit in a comfy chair and not talk to anyone for, like, three days.  Okay, maybe Stella.  I'll talk to Stella.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go finish my cuddle therapy.  :)

Sunday Confessional - Terrible

Two tiny confessions for the week:
1) I've spent all week trying to plan some sort of beach vacation.  I've gotten so stressed out over planning this vacation (on which I will mostly live in a bikini) that my stress eating has driven me to eat Cheetos for breakfast.  Logical.

2) I just made a little kid ragequit CoD.  I can't express the amount of amusement I got from it.



I'm a terrible person.

<3

Sunday Confessional

I would make a terrible spy.

Not for reasons you think, though.  I'm quite good at manipulating people (which I usually use for good and not evil, so hush) and I'm a pretty awesome liar.  (The lying thing I don't always use for good.  Because - No, officer.  I didn't see that speed limit sign.)

The real problem is that I can't keep secrets I *HAVE* to keep.  I mean, sure, if my friend comes up and says "Don't tell anyone I said this but..." then those words will go with me to my grave.  Usually because whatever follows that is really not that interesting, but even still.  I have kept many a pregnancy/affair/eloping under wraps too.

The very second you make me sign an NDA?  Oh man, I want to tell EVERYONE IN THE WORLD.  It doesn't matter what I'm signing an NDA for.  I had to sign an NDA for something work related that was totally boring and nobody would care about, ever.  For some reason, though, I wanted to post/tweet/gossip about it everywhere.

Now that I think about it, maybe my problem is less that I'd make a terrible spy.  Maybe it's something else.

I hate being told what to do.

Yeah, that sounds more accurate.

Sunday Confessional

Last night I had an "I AM GOING TO EAT ALL HEALTHY FOODS FOREVER!!1!" moment.  I sat down with a couple cookbooks and made a nice long list of groceries.  This morning, I decided to use my phone to take a picture of my grocery list because usually I wind up leaving my lists on the counter.

I got to the grocery store and realized....

Oh, hey, my phone is still sitting on the couch.



Also - I went to a grocery store I usually don't go to and spent 3x as long as normal just wandering in circles.
Grocery shopping clearly just wasn't what I should have been doing today.


PS- After finishing my grocery shopping, I came home and sat outside to enjoy a 3 Musketeers bar and a Root Beer.  I'm totally winning at this healthy lifestyle thing.

Sunday Confessional

I'm starting to think that J and I have a serious problem.

In the past week or so, we've been to the library twice.

On one of those trips, we spent at least 30 minutes digging through the little used book store area.  (How cool of an idea are these mystery grab bags?)

We've also been to Barnes and Noble once...

Our usual Half Price Books twice...

And a new (to us) Half Price Books once.

Obviously, by "been to" I mean "gotten something from."  It's impossible for either of us to go into a book-oriented place and walk out empty handed.

At this point, all of the books we've purchased are just piled in front of our bookshelves.  I'm afraid if I start putting them up, I'll realize I have to go to Ikea and buy a new bookshelf.

...or a new house just to hold the books.

Sunday Confessional

I have anxiety problems.  By that, I mean that the silliest things send me into a whirlwind.  I've had panic attacks before going somewhere new over where I'd have to park.  If I might get somewhere any less than 15 minutes early, I feel like it's not even worth going because OBVIOUSLY I'm going to be late.

My current source of irrational anxiety?  I have a hair appointment Tuesday.  Since I've made this appointment, I've been driving J up the wall fretting over it. In the back of my mind, I know that the girl I go to is rad and whatever I wind up getting done will be awesome.  That still doesn't keep me from feeling like I'm going to come home with a stark black pixie cut.

Sunday Confessional

This post will probably destroy any geek-cred I have.

I have never seen Jurassic Park.
I have never seen any of the Matrix movies.
I have never seen Pulp Fiction.


Finally, I have never seen any of the Star Wars movies in their entirety.  All I've seen is random 20 minute sections, and those were in Spanish class, and I was focusing more on trying to translate the dialogue to English than I was the actual movie.

(Obviously, there are millions of movies I haven't seen, but for some reason people act like they're ashamed to know me when they find out about these.)

Sunday Confessional

I could not care less about the Royal Baby.  I don't care what they named him, how much he weighed, or how cute you think he is.

Actually, that last part I care even less about than the rest of it.  Babies all look the same.  When people say "OMG THAT IS THE CUTEST BABY EVERRRRR." they clearly mean "Oh, I think all babies are cute, so this is the cutest baby I will look at in the next fifteen seconds."

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for anyone who just brought life into the world, but I'm over seeing a billion posts about a baby whose parents I don't know.  I barely tolerate the number of babies filling my Facebook feed as it is.

Basically: I suck at being a girl.

Sunday Confessional

I am absolutely 100% obsessive when it comes to package tracking.  If I get a tracking number for something, I leave it open in a tab at all times and refresh it at least 4 times a day.  Why? It's not like it makes it get here any faster.  And don't even get me started on how I feel when a package is stuck on this for days.

If UPS or FedEx were to offer a service where you could watch a live webcam feed of your package while it's in transit, I'm pretty sure I'd watch it.  Nonstop.

Sunday Confessional

Warning: This one's sappy.

From time to time, I get worried that I'm missing some sort of friendship-keeping gene.  This seems to be particularly true with females.  I left college with no lasting friendships (other than J, but that's different.)  I have one awesome friend left from high school.  Aside from her, I have a couple fairly "close" girl friends, but no Sex and the City, omgbffl type relationships.  Last night, I finally made peace with this.

So I'm not usually a girl's girl.  So what.  I would much rather sit around playing tabletop games and talking shit to each other than wander around the mall talking shit about strangers.

The good, genuine, lasting friendships I have may not be vast, or normal, or even logical...but they are mine.  And they are awesome.

Sunday Confessional

When we're doing house repairs or shopping for big purchases, a very small part of me silently wishes that something will go awry.  I don't mean horribly, life threateningly awry.  I mean awry enough that it's inconvenient but still easy to fix. Awry in a way that will make for a good story.

For example, when we were first moving into our house a year ago, the cable company was incapable of setting us up and cancelled 3 appointments without explanation.  I finally called them and they said that it was because the address "wasn't a residence." He then repeated my address, which I confirmed.  He then asked "Is this a house?" After I replied "Yes" he came back with ".....are you sure?"  Frustrating and mind blowing at the time, but hilarious to look back on.

So, yes.  Anytime we do something I secretly hope it will turn out to be a great story.  Because, after all, "We hired a plumber to fix our shower" is totally boring. "We flooded the bathroom trying to fix our shower" on the other hand? Hilarious.

Sunday Confessional

I've tried so very, very hard not to like this song.

Everything about it, I should hate.

There's a stupid amount of autotune.

The video is horrible.

I'm not fan of the singer as a person.

But, oh. my. god. I can't stop singing Miley Cyrus's newest single.

Sunday Confessional

Guys, I have a confession.  I have a problem.

All last weekend I was working.  This weekend, I took a mini road-trip up to North Texas.  These are both good things.  However, I am going through withdrawals.

Gaming withdrawals.  I've had so little time to play lately that I was *almost* as excited to get home to my Xbox as I was to get home to my dog.  Almost.

There. I've admitted that I have a problem.  Now, if you need me, I'll be on the couch for the next five hours with either a mouse or a controller in my hand.