Actually I've decided to quit facebooking for a bit and that has freed up a significant amount of time. Why? Facebook can be a bitch. There. I said it. However, according to my blog "stats" (My new obsession) I realize that the majority of my readers access the blog through facebook. So I will make exceptions to post... and to comment on Debbie Gibson being on Celebrity Apprentice (Holla!)
I also received a lot of kind emails and posts and chats from you guys so I thought I'd keep it up. Plus someone found the blog by searching "CRUSH BOB COSTAS" so maybe there is someone else out there? We could make a two person support group.
My friend C.P. really liked the "That's just Kacee" idea... so in keeping with that theme here are some TJK moments that occurred just this week... and it's only Thursday.
On Phil Collins:
Yesterday morning I caught myself JAMMING to Sussudio by Phil Collins. Like bobbing my head, tapping my feet, eating cheez its to the beat. The sad part was that not only did I catch myself doing it. I mentioned it to my friend Figs- and then kept on chair dancing. Whatever. Phil Collins is awesome. I'm totally secure saying that.
On Jimminy Cricket:
C.P. also told me she described me to someone as “her Jimminy Cricket- except with fewer top hats.”
Kacee: I do have a top hat!
C.P.: This is not a surprise.
On The Two Year Old Ninja:
Kendall is Kristal’s 2 year old and she LOVES LOVES Jill. she likes me but loves Jill and so Tuesday night she was all about Jill- who brought her skittles- which Kendall called m and ms.Kendall just got a new kitchen as a gift and she was making "M and M soup." Well, she does this thing called Mad Ninja and she wouldn't do it and so i said I'll eat your m and m soup if you do it so she's like ok.... she does it... we laugh... and then I "pretend" to eat an m and m...granted they had been in her hands forever and the DOG had stuck its face in the bowl,etc. and she looks at me. SUPER serious. And says....
And everyone is dying laughing. And I am like uh... because it’s pretty nasty. And again she looks at me and says...
so I look in the bowl and try to find the shiniest one... that didn't look like it had too much wear and tear...
and i put it on the spoon with the two year old Ninja staring me down.... and I bit it. I believe photos were taken.
I had had a rough week but was determined to keep my spirits up. I was talking to Figs about this and began to sing the old 80s gem "Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride. Ain't nothin' gonna slow me down. Oh no!" And she replied "I got to keep on movin!" Which led me to remember that as a child I thought the words were "I got to keep my boobies"
What? That makes no sense.
On My Workout
Usually at work I try to do the basement workout. What is this? Is there a workout room in our building? No. I go down to the conference room in the basement and basically jazzercise by myself for about 20 minutes. I've been caught multiple times. In fact the last time the young maintenance guy walked in on me I just said, "What? You know I do this." Since it's been nice this week I've been walking instead. So yesterday I'm walking and listening to my Ol Dirty Bastard Pandora station. It was playing "Still D.R.E." which I like to think I can rap along to (I can't) but I'm mouthing the words as I go. I see this nice older gentleman in his yard and for some reason I think he's talking to me. I take off my headphones and we have a moment of severely uncomfortable eye contact.... then I just say "HI!" and keep going. I'll be taking a different route today, thank you.
On Slacker Radio:
There have been a few times this week on my Slacker “Favorite Songs” station that some weird songs come on and I think why did it just play "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul? Oh. Because I said it was a favorite. Also "Toy Soldier" by Martika. Clearly 13 year old Kacee was making herself a playlist unbeknownst to 33 year old Kacee who was listening to Phil Collins...