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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>May
20 is a special day. 30 years ago today my adoption was finalized and I went
home with my new family. I was 16 days old, so I can't recall much of those
first 16 days. I'm sure my activities were quite typical of most babies: eat,
poop, repeat. I was healthy, but things took time to go through, so I stayed in
the hospital. Mom says that the nurses there felt bad for me (waiting to be
adopted and all) so they fed me every time I cried. She says I was eating a ridiculous
amount of food by the time I went home with her and that I was a diaper-filling
machine (cloth diapers- because I'm the asshole who had to be allergic to
disposable ones that might make it easier on my parents). </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But
that's really all I've got about my first 16 days. We got a little file of
information about my birth family (nothing to identify them, just basics like
height/hair colour/eye colour and some interests). About seven years ago, I
started making contact with my biological mother and we email back and forth
and send cards and gifts at birthdays and Christmas. It's a wonderful thing and
I'm so happy I chose to contact her! </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Adoption
can be a difficult thing to deal with and I certainly had a bit of an issue
with it as a child. I saw a counsellor for a while as a small child because Mom
thought it was important to discuss our feelings. I had to mature a little
before I realized that adoption has nothing to do with abandonment and
everything to do with making a difficult emotional choice. Mom always made sure
to tell me this, but I had to discover in my own time the gift of adoption. And
there are some wonderful things about being adopted- well, they are things <i>I</i>
love about being adopted. </div>
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<b>1. I chose my own cultural
background</b></div>
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"What's your family
background?" is a fairly common question asked in school. Sure, in the
beginning I said, "Well, my adoptive family is French Canadian so I'm
French Canadian." As I got older, I realized that I could give any answer
I wanted. No one challenged me when I said, "My biological mother is
Cambodian," or "My family is from the Ivory Coast of Africa,"
because no one wants to call the adopted girl a liar. But when my biological
mother and I began talking she told me her family is Scotch-Irish. My
reddish-brown hair and freckles seem to fit with that. Sadly, it seems unlikely
now that I am of Asian or African descent.</div>
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<b>2. Finding out things you have
in common</b></div>
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My life is kind of my own adoption
study- you know, where you study a child brought up in a different environment
and see any common points. And there are common points. Sure, there are the
small ones, like my biological mother and I both love Stephen King and we're
both short on patience. But there are big ones too. I was the only girl in all
3 of my high school auto shop classes and my maternal biological grandfather
had his own garage. Nifty, eh? And then there's my two half brothers: one has a
round face and one wears glasses. If you put them both together, they look a
lot like me! </div>
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<b>3. I never have to fill out
"medical history" questionnaires at the doctor's office</b></div>
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Well, I have some of that
information now and I fill that in, but mostly I put a big cross through the
section and write, "I'm adopted." My body is kinda like an unlabelled
can from the supermarket: you never know what's going to be in here! Hey, where
did that thyroid cancer come from?</div>
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<b>4. I can make many people feel
super uncomfortable just by saying "I'm adopted"</b></div>
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People just don't know where to go
with this. Most people apologize as though they've brought up a sore point.
It's not a sore point to discuss! If I were a religious person, I could
paraphrase John 3:16: "For Bio-Mom so loved the world that she gave her
only daughter." I think people are a little oversensitive when it comes to
adoption- sure, some people would prefer not to discuss their adoption, but
those people aren't likely to tell you they're adopted... or write a blog post
about it. Ask away!</div>
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<b>5. I have an instant connection
with clients not raised by their biological parents</b></div>
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I spent nine years working with
clients in residential care who could not be cared for by their parents for one
reason or another. I never hesitate to discuss my adoption with clients because
I get the chance to talk about love and responsible choices. </div>
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<b>6. Brother</b></div>
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One of the best parts of adoption
is building a new family- and Brother, adopted 2.5 years after me, was a
wonderful gift to our family. He and I do not share any biological ties, but he
is my brother- not "adopted brother." Brother. It was sheer chance that
brought him and I to the same family and I can't imagine having any other
sibling in the world!</div>
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<b>7. I've got two moms!</b></div>
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Sure, we're talking two completely
different mother-daughter relationships, but I still have two moms and they're both
wonderful! That makes me pretty freakin' lucky in my books! </div>
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<b>8. I get to quiz the men I date
about their family histories</b></div>
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There's always an awkward moment
early on when I'm getting to know a man when I have to ask some interesting
questions about male family members. You know, to ensure I'm not starting a
creepy soap opera "I didn't know we were siblings!" relationship.
It's always a little uncomfortable to set up, but it's usually good for a
laugh. </div>
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<b>9. "I was chosen!"</b></div>
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Kids can be cruel. I was always
very open about being adopted because it was never a secret in my family- Mom
told us from the time we were little, so there was never a heartbreaking
conversation where I learned I was adopted (best way to do it, hands down!).
Kids would tease me and Mom would tell me, "Your biological mother didn't
get rid of you, she gave you to us. You were chosen." Well, that gave me a
fat head. The next bully who told me my biological mother didn't want me was
hit with, "Well, I was chosen and your parents got STUCK with you!" I
know that wasn't the ideal way to make that child feel loved, but you gotta deal with bullies.</div>
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<b>10. I know two sides of maternal
love</b></div>
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It's true. I know the love of a
mother who raised me, not as if I were her own but because I am, adoption or
no. I also know the love of a mother who gave birth to a child and made the
best decision she could to give that child the brightest future possible. Those
are two pretty freakin' amazing gifts! It's almost as if the best part of being
adopted is not feeling adopted at all, but feeling as if two families came
together to make and raise a baby, despite being separated by genetics and the
law.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It's
part of who I am, but it's just a part. I can't imagine growing up any other
way. I'm so lucky to have two moms and a whole, big family of great people. I'm
lucky to have such a great sense of humour (no doubt inherited from my
biological mother and cultivated by my adoptive mother!) because there's no way
I get through anything without it! Today is a great day to remember how
fortunate I am to have the family I have. Unfortunately, Hallmark doesn't make
a "Happy Anniversary of Your Adoption" card and it has yet to be
recognized as a gift-giving holiday. I'll keep hoping.</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-45713643365800244092013-05-19T17:31:00.000-07:002013-05-19T17:31:09.638-07:00Sunday Snapshot #2: Pizza Buns<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A
co-worker of mine said it best: he said that something magical happens when you
bake. You begin with a bowl of basic ingredients that often do not taste good
individually. Mix them up, put them in the oven, and suddenly you have a
delicious treat. Now, you may say that's chemistry, not magic, but I say it's
both. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I've
really come to love cooking and baking. I search out new recipes to try and
think of things I've never made that I'd really love to try. There has been a
lot of time for that in the past six months as I search for a new career and
it's been great to have my mom as a guinea pig (though she's a little less
adventurous when it comes to food, she's always supportive and willing to try a
bite!). I found out I love lentils. I've made a delicious dish with broccoli
rabe and polenta. And last night I made pizza buns.</div>
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boy. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I've
been a huge fan of pizza buns since I worked at a supermarket bakery when I was
in high school. Pizza buns were always one of the first items to sell out- and
often, they were bought up by the stock boys and other store staff while they
were still warm. They are a bit expensive when you think about it- we're
talking about $1.75 per bun. And it is just a bun with a little sauce and
cheese. But it's a magical bun with a little sauce and cheese. <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
found an amazing recipe on the amazing <a href="http://www.seasonsandsuppers.ca/homemade-pizza-buns/" target="_blank">Seasons & Suppers blog</a> and they
turned out perfect. I mean these were bang on. I made eight and they were gone.
Sure, it takes a bit of time to make the dough, let it proof, and bake them but
it's worth every second. Look at these- look at them! Try them. Use homemade
sauce (lower in sugar) and low-fat cheese if you must. I'll definitely be
making these again! </div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-71653752876001247262013-05-17T08:58:00.000-07:002013-05-17T08:58:19.846-07:00Fifty Word Rant Friday #3<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'd make a helluva 50's housewife.
Yesterday I made a delicious brunch, baked 4 dozen chewy lemon cookies, did
three sets of dishes, and then made a roast chicken dish. Where's my 50's
husband with his pat-on-the-behind-for-a-job-well-done? I'd do it all in pearls
and heels, too. Independent woman, 50's style.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.patentandthepantry.com/2010/12/05/chewy-lemon-cookies/" target="_blank">Delicious chewy lemon <span style="font-size: large;">cookies</span></a></span></td></tr>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-57684847099005598962013-05-12T12:06:00.001-07:002013-05-12T12:06:44.135-07:00Sunday Snapshot #2: A Very Special Mother's Day Edition<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'm one of those lucky kids who has
two moms. Sadly, it's not a fashionable lesbian couple like Ellen and Portia,
but a biological mother and an adoptive mother. They're both fabulous women who
are strong, intelligent, caring, and wonderful. Mother's Day is a holiday that
leaves with me two great women to be thankful for, both of whom have played a
huge part in the woman I am today. This special Mother's Day edition of
Snapshot Sunday is dedicated to the woman who has raised me from 16 days old
and she's the woman I call Mom. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My mom is wonderful. All my friends
think she is adorable and hilarious- and they're not wrong. She's not always
intentionally hilarious. So often, it just slips out. It's not always what she
meant to say, but it's usually freakin' gold. In honour of Mother's Day, here
are just ten of the hilarious things my Mom has said and done that have brought
such joy. There are in no particular order because there's really no way to
rank the hilarity- just enjoy!</div>
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<b>1. "<i>I'm</i>
the adult!"</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This one Mom said to my
twenty-seven-year-old brother and I at Christmas. We were discussing sleeping
arrangements in her tiny one-bedroom apartment and Brother and I wanted her to
sleep in her own bed and not on the pull-out couch. She exclaimed, "<i>I'm</i>
the adult!" in an attempt to win the debate. Well, Brother and I lost it.
She tried to clarify by telling us, "No, I mean it's <i>my</i>
apartment." It was too late. The hilarious damage was done. Even now, if
Mom asks me something I sometimes respond with, "Well, <i>you're</i> the
adult."</div>
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<b>2. Birthday
flowers... from my cat?</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I got a delivery on the morning of
my birthday. It was a beautiful bouquet of orange and yellow gerbera daisies-
signed from my cat. Mom played that coy, adorable, "I have no idea who could
have sent these!" before telling me the whole story of picking them out-
without the cat's assistance, of course. Adorable.</div>
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<b>3. Her
obsession with "How's It Made"</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mom loves this TV show on Discovery
channel where they show viewers how various objects are made. It doesn't matter
if it's blueberry turnovers or Tiffany-style glass lamps, Mom cannot watch the
show without making sounds of awe. It's all, "Ha." "Hmm."
"Ooh!" "Neat!" She also wants to make sure that I don't
miss anything exciting, so she'll call my attention to the TV to ensure I see
how that Inuit snowshoe is laced with hide.</div>
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<b>4. Food
Network colour commentary</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mom makes comments while watching
Food Network like it's her job. It's like watching football. "Ugh, I hate
cilantro!" "Pfft, you think that's eight cups of arugula?"
"Those potatoes look awfully lumpy!" "That portion is just too
large!" </div>
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<b>5. "If it's
meant to be, it'll happen."</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Also known as, "If you're meant
to get that job/puppy/dress on eBay auction, you'll get it." Infuriating,
because she also says, "If you want something, you have to ask for it/pray
for it/etc." There is no use explaining to her that these two ideas are
contradictory- and more importantly, they make sense to her. I smile and nod,
and Mom rolls her eyes because she knows I disagree. It's a thing we have.</div>
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<b>6. The
Christmas Turkey</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I did all the shopping for Christmas
dinner this year and I've never picked out a turkey before (I usually buy a
boneless turkey breast since I'm all about the white meat when it comes to
poultry). I asked Mom which one to buy and the following conversation ensued:</div>
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Mom: I've always bought a utility
turkey.<br />
Me: What's that?<br />
Mom: Well, it's a turkey that might be missing a wing or a leg.<br />
Me: You've been feeding us handi-capable turkeys? Do you think our turkeys were
veterans?<br />
Brother: I'm not comfortable eating turkey that had a limb amputated due to
illness. Mom and I need to discuss the difference between frugality and
cheapness.<br />
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<b>7. The Penguin</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
fell in love with penguins when I saw <u>Billy Madison</u> with Adam Sandler.
To this day, I still receive penguin-themed gifts (you'll remember the big,
round stuffed penguin that Brother gave me for my birthday this year!). If I
imitate the Adam Sandler "Penguin" voice, Mom belly laughs. I used
that voice to get pizza takeout back in high school. "Mom, the Penguin
wants pizza for dinner." And it worked. Mom still asks me to do that
voice- as recently as last week.</div>
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<b>8. "South Park"</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Do
you know who took Brother and I to see <u>South Park: Bigger, Longer, &
Uncut</u> in 1999?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That's right. She
regretted the decision during the first musical number, entitled "Uncle
F**ka." She covered her eyes and Brother and I roared with laughter. She
was a great sport about it- and she loves Cartman so much. It was definitely
not her taste, but she took us, suffered in silence, and later told us that was
a terrible movie for her to take her children to see (I was about 16 and
Brother was about 13). It's a great memory.</div>
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<b>9. Her interesting taste in TV
and movies</b></div>
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<b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></b>I'm
quite aware of my questionable taste in TV, movies, books, etc. I stick to
pretty neutral TV shows when trying to pick a show to watch with Mom. Mom is
different. She would really like us to watch a TV show together now and then.
Like the night she wanted us to watch some old west movie featuring Patrick
Duffy. Or the 8-DVD Christian love story set on the prairies. Or the finale of
"The Bachelor" even though she hadn't seen a single other episode
that season. Or the Hallmark TV movie that she watched through her fingers when
a man injured himself with an axe (it's not <u>Saw</u>- there's no
gore...sadly). We can agree on Food Network, "Jeopardy," and <u>Seven
Brides for Seven Brothers</u>. That's enough, isn't it?</div>
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<b>10. "Katie, what's
___?"</b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
love that now I get the opportunity to share my knowledge with Mom, as she did
when I was a kid. I'm teaching her different things than she taught me, though.
We were watching "The Talk" one day with guest Margaret Cho and a
word came up that Mom was not familiar with. She turned to me and asked,
"Katie, what's camel toe?" I died. And I explained it to her. And she
responded with, "That's terrible!" It was gold.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>See?
I live with The Unintentional Comedienne. She has no idea how funny she can
truly be until we crack up. I'm so lucky to have a great relationship with Mom!
As tough as it can be to not have my own place right now, it's wonderful to get
to spend some time with Mom. She's certainly getting spoiled today and she
deserves every bit of it! Mom has already enjoyed a wonderful breakfast and now
we're watching Il Volo's concert DVD <u>Il Volo Takes Flight</u>. I'm going to
make a beautiful roast beef dinner and a tasty dessert later. It's the least I
can do for her- not only for raising me, but also for giving me tons to laugh
about.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Happy
Mother's Day to my favourite reader!</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-86136850595691930992013-05-10T08:40:00.000-07:002013-05-10T08:40:17.914-07:00Fifty Word Rant Friday #2<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When contestants buy a vowel on
"Wheel of Fortune," I get angry. Every. Single. Time. It <i>costs</i>
you money! You're doing the other contestants a favour! Just spin the wheel,
guess a consonant, and solve the puzzle. "Jeopardy" would eat you
alive and Trebek would shame you and your mama.</span></div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-9720534471574493862013-05-06T12:20:00.000-07:002013-05-06T22:14:29.905-07:00The Award for Best Brother Ever Goes To...<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
got a box in the mail today from my brother for my birthday and could not
believe what was in the box! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're jelly, right?</td></tr>
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1. Candy: My favourite sour candy
ever- Fuzzy Peaches. A big bag. Huge. Mom thinks I'm going to share them with
her...</div>
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2. Umbrella: It's purse-sized and
it's zebra print. I love zebra print stuff! </div>
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3. Dr. Seuss book: <u>Fox in Socks</u>.
I freakin' love me some Seuss and a good rhyme.</div>
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4. Stuffy: A huge, round, stuffed
penguin with big doe eyes. It's hilarious! </div>
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5. Lego: I still have my Lego table
from childhood- not because I'm saving it for potential future children, but
because I use it as an actual piece of furniture.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It's
awesome that a person can feel like an adult on Saturday at a mature afternoon
tea and still enjoy the fantastic fun things from childhood. And I love that my
brother, who is two-and-a-half years younger than I am, fully supports this
playful, fun side of me.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So,
if you're looking for me this afternoon, you should check the floor in the
living room where I will be passed out, snuggling with a penguin, after a sugar
rush, Lego playtime, and a storybook.</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-14087018682284982582013-05-05T21:20:00.001-07:002013-05-05T21:20:29.171-07:00Sunday Snapshot #1<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'm
a bit of a strange bird. I'm silly and playful. I own a Wii and play "Just
Dance" for fun by myself (well, for fun and exercise- the sweat challenges
on those games are fantastic!). I still dress up for Halloween. I wear pajamas
when I'm at home. I've never liked coffee. One time I was at a friend's house
and her six-year-old son was showing me a game on the computer. He wanted to
show me a YouTube video, but told me he had to get an adult to use YouTube. It
didn't even occur to him that I am an adult. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sometimes
I don't feel like much of an adult. I mean, I pay my own bills, I've lived on
my own, and I finished school. I owe a big 'ole student loan. I turned 30
yesterday. I am an adult, but like that cliché, sometimes I feel like I'm just
impersonating an adult and barely getting away with it. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Yesterday,
I felt like an adult. Not because I turned 30 (well, partially that, I
suppose). Not because I didn't spend the night drinking with friends and
hitting a club (I would have loved to do that too!). Not because I went to a
specialty cheese shop and bought a sun-dried tomato and garlic sheep's milk
cheddar and some smoked salmon (but I did, and I can't wait to have that for
lunch today!). I felt like an adult yesterday because I went to the afternoon
tea at the <a href="http://www.vintage-hotels.com/princeofwales/default.htm" target="_blank">Prince of Wales Hotel in Niagara-on-the-Lake.</a><br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It
was beautiful! Antique furniture, clotted cream, matching china- just amazing!
Ladies sitting around, chatting politely, and I didn't curse or use toilet
language even once! We drank tea, ate tiny sandwiches, cooed over cute little desserts, and I felt like an
adult. AND I ENJOYED IT! That is pretty impressive! It usually takes income tax season to make me feel like an adult and certainly not in any enjoyable manner. It was a wonderful afternoon and a fantastic
birthday surprise. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>What
makes you feel like an adult?</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-44788405997994129352013-05-03T10:40:00.000-07:002013-05-03T10:40:17.039-07:00Fifty Word Rant Friday #1<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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could." No, people who are gay/lesbian/transgendered/etc. don't choose to
be so. I can see how you might have a tough time believing this since you
choose to be ignorant. Quit judging and root for love and acceptance in all its
forms. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wV1FrqwZyKw" target="_blank">#bornthisway </a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/WeAreSBNN" target="_blank">#straightbutnotnarrow</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLGWyfGk_LU" target="_blank">#loveisallyouneed</a></span></span>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-59640668049641135902013-04-28T12:11:00.003-07:002013-04-28T12:11:51.806-07:00 My Most Awkwardly Hilarious First Date Ever<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
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</xml><![endif]--><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sometimes something happens to you
and you wish that it could be documented in something other than your memory.
You just know that when you tell the story to your friends that words just
can't do it justice. The people who hear the story will not understand the
depth and importance of this very moment you experienced. That does not mean
you don't tell that story over and over. You can't help but share these moments
because they are unbelievable. I had one of these unbelievable moments at a
Boston Pizza on a first date. I've probably told the story a hundred times and
it just never gets old. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I can't remember the man's name, so
we'll call him Joe. The fact that I can't remember his name but I can remember
every ridiculous thing he said is just one more thing I love about this memory!
Joe and I met on Plenty of Fish, a dating website, and exchanged a few messages
before making plans to meet at Boston Pizza one Saturday night at 8pm. Joe sent
a few text messages around 6pm telling me he might be a little late because he
was out of town, but that he would text me when he was in town. No problem.
Until it's 9:30pm and he finally says, "How about 10pm?" I was
dressed and starving by this point, so I called a cab and met him at the
restaurant. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He looked relatively normal and had
even worn a dress shirt for the occasion. We had the initial conversations
about our jobs and gave our drink orders. When the server came back to take our
food orders, I ordered an appetizer and he ordered nothing. "I ate on the
way back into town around 8pm," he said. So here he was, drinking a glass
of water and I had a strawberry margarita and cactus cut potatoes. I told
myself it's fine, but I still picked at my appetizer so his first impression of
me did not involve watching me hoover down a plate of fried potatoes. A
delicious plate of fried potatoes. The best part of the evening, aside from the
hilarious things that came out of Joe's mouth.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Joe asked me about some of my
interests on my dating profile, including my love of cooking. "I don't
even know how to cook," he said. He told me he mostly eats take-out or
convenience food at home. I talked about some of my favourite things to cook
and told him I preferred to cook at work because of the larger kitchen and
great kitchen utensils. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Oh, I have a wonderful kitchen
in my condo," Joe said. "I may not cook, but I always buy the best of
everything. All my pots are Paderno and I have chef's knives and
blah-blah-blah. You would love to cook at my place."</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Sure," I told him.
"It does sound wonderful." I tell him about my hand-me-down pots and
pans from my mother and grandmother. They work great, but I really do enjoy
cooking for other people so preparing meals at work is fun.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"So you could do all the cooking
<i>for me and my roommate</i> and I could clean up! I love to clean," Joe
explained.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Roommate?" I let the part
about being a personal chef to a man and his roommate go. That shit was just
too much.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Yes, I bought my condo and my
45-year-old friend needed a place to live. He moved in and pays rent- almost
pays my entire mortgage!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"You don't split the
bills?" Nice guy, this Joe, ripping off his friend.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"No, he doesn't know. He's a
good guy. I don't have a car so he's going to pick me up tonight."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"That's really nice of him.
Sounds like a good guy," I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"So, I want to try something
different tonight. I'm just going to lay everything on the table and see how
you take it. Is that okay?"</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Sounds interesting. I'm
game!" I said, terrified at what he was going to say but also intrigued,
like a driver slowing down as he passes a car wreck on the highway.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Well, I have O.C.D. Are you
familiar with this?" Joe asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I explained to him that I had worked
with clients with O.C.D. and had studied it.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"I've got a real issue with
things being clean and neat," Joe explained. "Like, the blanket on my
bed has to stay on my bed. I would never take it out to the living room and use
it on the couch. And my walk-in closet. Everything in there is clean. I can't
have anyone go in my closet."</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Fascinating. There doesn't
happen to be a locked crate full of knives in your closet like on
'Dexter?'" I asked facetiously. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"No, I just don't want anyone
in my closet," Joe laughed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>At this point, I want to mess with
that closet so freakin' much. I imagine cooking him and his creepy old roommate
a delicious meal just so I could sneak into the closet to see what's in there
and then poop on the floor in the closet. I mean, I would never poop in
someone's closet, but you know my mind goes strange places. I'm really curious
at this point and I want to see this closet. Is it really just a closet, or is
the pole to the Batcave in there? Is it really just a closet, or it is a panic
room like in that Jodie Foster movie?</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Any other things you are
particular about?" I asked, still smiling about what I would do to this
man's closet.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Can I just say that you are
curvy like Katy Perry and I really like it?" Joe replied.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Katy Perry, if you're reading this,
I'm so sorry about this comparison. We are not shaped anything alike and I'm
sorry he went there. It made me laugh out loud. I didn't gently blush and say
thank you like a lady because that is the last thing I am.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Bwahaha! What?" I
exclaimed.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"No, really!" Joe said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"Well, thanks," I said, trying
to get a hold of myself. "So what else are you particular about,
Joe?"</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"I don't like cats, and I know
you have a cat, so we would never spend any time at your apartment. I hate cat
hair getting on my clothes. I always have to have the best of everything. I
told you about my pots and pans- I spend money and get the very best. I buy the
best clothes and the best shoes. Your engagement ring would be the biggest and
most expensive of any of your friends' rings," Joe smiled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No shit. Not "my future fiancée's
ring." <i>My</i> engagement ring. Most bizarre comment a man could come
out with on a first date which, quite honestly, is awkward as hell so far. He's
not eating, was two hours late, won't let me in his closet, and wants me to
cook for him and his roommate. I responded the only way I knew how.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"This necklace I'm wearing I
bought at Wal-Mart for $9. I'm not the kind of girl who wants the best of
everything," I told him.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Joe was genuinely bothered by this
statement and tried to explain why I deserve the best. We fumbled through the
rest of the conversation and though he called the next day to make plans- and I
<i>really</i> wanted to see his closet- we did not see each other again. It was
for the best.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'd have terrorized that man-
intentionally and unintentionally. I would never have pooped in his closet, but
I would have left things in there, like an orange or a box of tampons. I would
not want to hang out at his condo and cook for him and his roommate, even if
Joe did the dishes. I would buy cheap flip-flops and those items from the meat
department that are 50% off because the "best before" date is
tomorrow. And the cat hair- oh, the cat hair. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While I respect his method of laying
it all out, I've got to say I prefer the usual way of dating: where you're both
on your best behaviour on the first date and not plotting ways to explore and
defile his walk-in closet. This is the only first date I've ever been on that I
wish had been videotaped- I'm sure I didn't convey even 50% of the awkward and
hilarious nature of this date with these words. I sometimes wonder if he was
even serious. Maybe he took one look at me, decided I wasn't a candidate, and
thought, "I am going to give her a great story to tell her friends!"
I've never thought this way on a date, but I've often thought it a great public
service to do something so funny or odd that strangers go home and tell stories
about me that start with, "You won't believe what this woman did at the
gas station today!" </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Wherever Joe is today, he should
know that this was, hands down, the weirdest first date in my dating history. I
still wonder what's in that damned closet.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>30
is one of those landmark ages that you either can't wait to hit- or more
likely, you dread. I can't say I'm dreading my 30th birthday two weeks from
now, but I'm certainly not planning a party either. It's a time to take stock
of where you are in life and determine where you want to be. We all
occasionally feel the pressure to keep up with the people around us. I've felt
this. You see your friends around you moving along quite nicely with their
lives and you may feel like you're always getting ready to live your life, but
not really living. Then you come across ridiculous online lists of things
people say you simply must do before you turn 30, as if 30 is some door that
closes out things you can no longer do. </div>
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<i>1. Find a life partner</i></div>
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It's never even been close. Unless
my cat, Sweet Pea, is my life partner, in which case I found her in January
2011. Maybe this one is yet to be determined.</div>
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<i>2. Start a family</i></div>
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And thank goodness for this one,
actually. While science and my biological clock tell me my childbearing years
are dwindling as I approach 30, my brain tells me I'm not quite ready for
someone to call me "Mommy."</div>
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<i>3. Buy a home</i></div>
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What do I know about mortgages and
plumbing disasters? I'm a liberal arts student! Renting is where it's at.
Sleeping on other people's couches- not so much. Working on that.</div>
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<i>4. Pay off student loans</i></div>
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Geez, I graduated at 29! Barring a
lottery win there's no way I could have paid this off in a year. My statistics
professor always told me that the lottery is a tax on stupid people, so I just
can't bring myself to buy tickets. My mom says, "You can't win if you
don't buy a ticket." They're both right.</div>
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<i>5. Get in peak physical
condition</i></div>
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Not yet. I'll never run a marathon,
but I'll keep trying to be healthy. It does seem a shame to get in shape and
then consider having a child. That must have sucked for Jessica Simpson, but at
least Weight Watchers paid her to lose weight. I'm doing this shit pro-bono. </div>
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<i>6. Go backpacking somewhere
exotic</i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
I'm not a backpacker. I'd move to a
lovely country and stay there, but I've seen all the <u>Hostel </u>films and
even though my rational brain tells me they aren't real there is no way I can
convince myself it's safe to backpack. Yes, tell me I'm missing out. I'm all right
to miss out on this one.</div>
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<i>7. Go blonde</i></div>
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Oh man. If I could go Gwen Stefani
blonde and have a hairstylist take care of it for me I'd try it. I wore a
blonde/pink Nicki Minaj wig last Halloween and I sort of loved the blonde on
me. Sure, it might look a little bizarre with my freckles, but my makeup artist
would take care of that (if we're going to dream, dream big). </div>
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<i>8. Find my dream job</i></div>
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I've worked at jobs that I have
really enjoyed in the past ten years. I haven't found my niche quite yet, but I
know I will. I don't have to have it all figured out by the time I turn 30. I
should probably have a handle on this by 35, though.</div>
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<i>9. Become fully bilingual</i></div>
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"But you had 12 years of
French language education and did very well in your courses!" Yup. But you
should know that French classes in Ontario don't get you anywhere near
bilingual. You need a French word search done? You want to conjugate irregular
verbs? Sure. You want me to read a recipe written in French? I can muddle
through. You want me to have a conversation with someone in French? Nope. I
wish. I'd have an upper-level government job by now.</div>
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<i>10. Get a Masters degree</i></div>
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Technically, I could be finishing
up a M.A. right now. I did finish my B.A. a year ago. I wasn't ready for grad
school yet. I'm still not. My Latin professor told me not to do my M.A. at any
school that wasn't going to pay for it for me and I think that's wonderful
advice. I certainly can't afford any more student loans (see above!).</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Who
needs the pressure of a list of someone else's priorities? Yes, these are ten
pretty great goals, but why would I live my life according to someone else's
timeline? <i>My</i> life, <i>my</i> timeline. And you know what? Most
importantly, there are a number of things I did do before I turned 30 that I am
so glad I've achieved. </div>
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<i>1. Lived on my own</i></div>
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Yes, I had roommates in college,
but I've lived on my own for years now. I've enjoyed years of watching what I
want to watch on my very own couch while not sharing Doritos with a roommate or
partner. I love my space. There's only a short number of years when you're
young when you can sit alone watching TV in your underpants and I worry about
people who don't know that simple pleasure.</div>
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<i>2. Fell in love</i></div>
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I didn't think it would happen for
me, but it did. And it ended. And I survived. Most boring romantic comedy idea
in history, but a realistic love story.</div>
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<i>3. Moved across country</i></div>
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There's nothing like an exciting
1000-mile move to bring you new adventures and new friends! It was terrifying
initially- I can't lie- but it was one of the best decisions of my life.</div>
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<i>4. Took belly dance classes</i></div>
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One of my very favourite hobbies- I
know everyone says it, but it's easy to fit in active time if you love what
you're doing. I love to shake my groove thang. I love Middle Eastern music. And
most importantly, I love the jingly sound of a beautiful hip scarf. </div>
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<i>5. Adopted a cat from the SPCA</i></div>
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I wanted a kitten, but you fall for
the one meant for you. She's outlasted two relationships- she's not going
anywhere. If you have cat allergies you can't handle, find another potential
girlfriend. </div>
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<i>6. Took two vacations to the
Caribbean with my best gal pals</i></div>
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I went to the Dominican Republic
once and Cuba once. I never thought I'd like lying on a beach all day (I'm way
too fair for sitting in the sun!), but give me a shady spot, a few great books,
and a bucket of SPF 30 and I'm set. </div>
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<i>7. Obtained my B.A.</i></div>
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I never wanted to go to university,
but after working for a few years I realized that I would need a B.A. to affect
any real changes. I've now realized I'll probably need more than that, but this
is a good start and I loved so many of my classes and professors.</div>
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<i>8. Studied Latin</i></div>
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A philosophy professor once told
me, "If you want your argument to sound intelligent, insert some
Latin." I loved my Latin classes and I had a wonderful professor. Plus,
Latin helped me whoop an ex-boyfriend's brother at Cranium (I'm not a
competitive girl, but when someone underestimates me I have to feed it to them)
and really helps with my "Jeopardy" playing.</div>
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<i>9. Mastered making a killer
risotto</i></div>
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After being inspired from a
wonderful college friend and her delicious risotto, I had to try making my own.
<a href="http://blackheartsandraspberrytarts.blogspot.ca/2013/03/how-to-look-like-highfalutin-chef-with.html" target="_blank">Nailed it</a>. It's a new favourite! </div>
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<i>10. Got a tattoo</i></div>
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I went with two college roommates
and we all got one. It was a great experience and I've been wanting another
tattoo for the past 10 years- lots of ideas, but nothing concrete. Every time I
watch one of those tattoo shows I worry about ending up with something hideous
and hopeless. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Most
important to me is my list of things to do before I turn 31: find a wonderful
career, rent a great apartment, and be happy with a consistent routine of work,
sleep, healthy activity, and social outings. That's my timeline. Don't feel
pressured to take belly dance classes and I won't feel pressured to get
married. I won't rag on you for not taking Latin and you don't give me trouble
for not being able to carry on a conversation in French. I'm doing things in my
own damn time and you should too.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I've
moved a few times in the past five years and I've got friends all over. None of
them live where I'm staying right now during my job search and I'm missing them
terribly! When I was messaging a friend on Facebook the other day, I mentioned
that I was missing my social life and imagining celebrity BFFs (best friends
forever) who would love me if we just could meet. To be clear, I could never
replace my actual friends with anyone, male or female. But from time to time, I
discover a celebrity with whom I feel a certain kinship. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Actually,
I'd love to have my own <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqLNIF_bszI" target="_blank">Paris Hilton type BFF reality show</a>. I know we've talked
about my wish to have a new version of "The Bachelorette" with people
who aren't lame and boring, but this is a much better idea. I would start with
ten celebrities and each week we'd do all sorts of best friend activities (of
my choosing, of course!). Maybe one week we would go to Clay Cafe and paint
piggy banks. Another week we'd go to my favourite bar in Toronto- Crocodile
Rock- and see who could get <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgI2Bs779ns" target="_blank">"Jook Gal"</a> played for me first. There
would be a big twist at the end where the final two contestants would both be
my new BFFs and then we'd get a TV contract for our very own sitcom. You know
you'd watch the crap out of that. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But
first, you should know that narrowing down this list to just ten celebrities
was a daunting task. There are so many great people who could make this list,
but I think I've got a pretty fine group here. The series premiere would be
freakin' amazing. We'd get Alex Trebek to host because he would announce little
interesting facts through the episode and this would be my "in" for
"Celebrity Jeopardy," which I would rule as long as they didn't put
me up against James Franco or Natalie Portman or something (those two smartypants did not
make the list, but not for any specific reason). Without further ado, here's
the list of celebrity BFFs in no specific order (you know, assuming they agree
to be on the show and I can't imagine anyone not wanting to be on the show).
You can click on their names and see what I consider to be their audition- it
was all I needed to see to know they were right for my BFF show!</div>
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<b><u>Lovely Ladies</u></b></div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXHuB9CKq1M" target="_blank">Mindy Kaling</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
missed her once she left "The Office" and just discovered "The
Mindy Project" last week. I watched every episode within a few days and
couldn't get enough. Her character is saucy, funny, and a mess. Mindy has mad
comedic writing skills. We could write our own sitcom if she wins and save so
much on hiring other writers who would be way less funny than she and I put
together. We would hire amazing actors and have hilarious adventures.</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UptSQsreL-Y" target="_blank">Rebel Wilson</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She
steals the screen with her amazing comedic talents in <u>Bridesmaids</u>, but
it was the trailer for <u>Pitch Perfect</u> which really made me realize how
perfect she and I would be together. The accent is killer too- and anyone who
knows me knows I love a good accent. And she has mad flow. I'm pretty sure we
could be the new Salt-N-Pepa- and we'd be even more awesome than she and Ellen
because we'd go with "Push It." </div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndvd_MowIZE&list=PLA538379058C8BC04" target="_blank">Sarah Silverman</a> </b></div>
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<b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></b>Filthy
and hilarious. She says things that make me giggle and worry that if there was a
hell that I'd be going there. Of course, she'd be there too so we could hang
out. She taught me one of life's more important lessons: you don't need two
reasons when doody is involved. We would say inappropriate things that make my
mom roll her eyes and exclaim both my first and middle names. Plus, she could
show me the fountain of youth because that woman is gorgeous.</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBjNoZGSJOo" target="_blank">Nigella Lawson</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
woman is a food goddess. I'd make her confess how she eats such rich, delicious
foods and keeps such a trim figure. We'd cook together and raid the fridge
after everyone else is in bed. I don't know so much about her comedic timing,
so if she wins we would consider doing a cooking show instead. (In the video
linked to her name, she makes a chocolate cloud cake- I made my own at Easter
and it is delicious! You should definitely make this!)</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ThRVUcmSa0" target="_blank">Zooey Deschanel</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
love that there is an adjective that was created just for her: adorkable. And
she is. We both have bangs and blue eyes. She could help me find that perfect
polka dot skirt. We would make up funny songs together while wearing matching
flannel pajamas. We'd talk about kissing Will Ferrell and how she is definitely
the hottest Deschanel sister even though I love "Bones." And I know
she knows all about me. In the second season episode of "New Girl"
entitled "Katie," her character says, "Katie knows how the
sausage gets made" and "Katie's got some pretty dark needs." She
already knows me.</div>
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<b><u>Genial Gentlemen</u></b></div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mu-oobRhesU" target="_blank">Guy Fieri</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>He
was the first name that came to mind when I started this list. It might be
because I've watched about a thousand episodes of "Diners, Drive-ins, and
Dives" on Food Network since I moved back to Ontario, but it's also that
adorable spiky hair , his sense of humour, and the thought of taking to the
open road in his convertible and eating amazing food. He could also introduce
me to real Mexican food since Taco Bell does not count (sorry guys, it's
delicious, but it doesn't count). I bet he'd be blown away by my pulled pork!</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aJ-EMl8ktg" target="_blank">Russell Brand</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Raw
stand-up, yet can be tamed for an Adam Sandler movie for kids- that's pretty
much exactly who I am. I mean, he has the history of addiction and romantic
entanglements that I do not, but that's neither here nor there. He's funny, he
wears tiny pants, and that British accent again- am I right? I'm pretty sure
any show that he star in would have to be on HBO. Imagine us bumping elbows
with the cast of "True Blood," "Girls," or "Game of
Thrones." Classy.</div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_MvHyAZ7xE" target="_blank">Conan O'Brien </a></b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Conan
has the late night show I have always wanted. Of course, I'd do things a little
differently. Conan would be my sidekick, we'd wear flannel pajamas, and every
celebrity interview would take place in my bed. You're never watching Conan
from a desk wearing heels after midnight (prove me wrong- pics, or it didn't
happen). Celebrities would love coming to our show, getting to wear comfy
pajamas, and just lounging in my bed. Conan, of course, would still have
rocking hair. I would style my bangs exactly the same as his. </div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuWGVmlkLKo" target="_blank">Hugh Laurie</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>"House."
<u>Stuart Little</u>. "Fry and Laurie." Yet another hilarious Brit
makes the list! My Monday nights just aren't the same without "House"
and I can only imagine the shenanigans Hugh and I could get up to writing funny
little sketches and walking around with canes saying terribly mean and
sarcastic- but true- things. </div>
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<b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6w-75p5XRvE" target="_blank">Seth Rogen</a> </b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alas,
the only Canadian on my list! Seth is funny, sexy, and real. He can write and
he can act. Most importantly, he can make his hair do that crazy, curly, messy
thing. I wish we could go back in time and get Seth Rogen from <u>Knocked Up</u>,
though. Health be damned, chubby Seth is where it's at. Maybe Guy and Nigella
can fatten him up during the show. He and I would play hours of "You Know
How I Know You're Gay" and our sitcom would be the hilarious true story of
how we fall in love on a BFF show and get married in Vegas.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
haven't worked out the logistics of the show quite yet. I mean, how will I get
this show off the ground? Twitter is a great tool for reaching out to
celebrities. I tweeted John Catucci of "You Gotta Eat Here" on Food
Network last week and he actually responded. I felt super excited and he
immediately became one of the alternates for my BFF show, along with Snoop
Lion, The Lonely Island, and Lindsay Lohan (the girl seriously needs a
straight-up BFF who will kick her ass and love her enough to put her in one of
those serious rehab places- I could do that). Finding a celebrity BFF isn't all
about the celebrity perks, you know. It's about finding a serious BFF and being
real friends. Or, finding two celebrity BFFs and getting my own sitcom with my
own not-so-celebrity friends as guest stars. I wouldn't forget about all of my
favourite people just because I'd be hanging with my hilarious new BFFs. Oh
yes, "Katie's Celebrity BFF" would be just the beginning.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Who
do you want as your celebrity BFF? Who would you vote for to be my celebrity
BFF? Join the conversation here, on Facebook, or on Twitter- look to the right
of this post to find the links! </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Susan Patton from the 1977 class at
Princeton <a href="http://thedailyprincetonian.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/opinion-letter-to-the-editor-march-29-2013/" target="_blank">wrote a letter</a> to <i>The Princetonian</i> student paper explaining that
the best advice to Ivy League women is to focus on finding a fiancé before
graduating. To be fair to Patton, I want to emphasize that she says this is
important because well-educated women are at a disadvantage in finding mates
because men tend to marry younger women who are less educated than they are.
She worries that educated women may end up settling for husbands who do not
challenge them intellectually. She suggests that smart women have "priced
[themselves] out of the market."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We may have.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sure, I'm not Ivy League educated,
but I was educated at two Canadian universities. I'm a pretty clever girl. I've
dated men from different educational backgrounds, but never a classmate in
university. Here's the thing, though: I'm pretty sure I can find intelligent
men outside of my alma mater. I mean, there are even super clever guys who
didn't even go to university. Steve Jobs and Bill Gates both dropped out of
college. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Patton got some things right,
though. I can't imagine dating someone who isn't on par with me intellectually.
It's so important to me that I meet a man who will watch "Jeopardy"
with me and not get all pissy when I call out the answers. I would definitely
want a life partner who could challenge me intellectually.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But here are the problems with Patton's
advice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>First off, it's not 1977. Advice
that she wishes she had received more than 40 years ago isn't necessarily
advice that today's young women need. Sure, there are lots of professional
women who lament not having a family, but for every one of those women there
are hundreds of young women who put relationships first and skipped higher
education. You only have to watch one episode of "16 and Pregnant"
(oh, don't judge me!) to see young women who struggle with prioritizing
education and raising a child at the same time. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Women aren't marrying as young as
they used to- if they choose to marry at all. We travel, live on our own, buy
homes, and live single girl lives longer than ever before. We have
relationships, but we're not rushing into marriage because we can take care of
ourselves. When I was 18, I dated a 23-year-old man who told me, "Well,
I'm done college, my grandparents are giving me their house, what do you think
about marriage?" Ah, no! I hadn't moved out of my mom's house, gone to college,
travelled, or lived yet. I was nowhere near ready to settle down (and certainly
not with him, but that's beside the point!). </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'll be 30 in a month (a
bone-chilling thought!) and I'm still striving for some of those single girl
goals. University was not a time to be looking for a fiancé- it was way too
early! If it happens, it happens- but it's not 1977. We're not limited to
dating the people in our immediate social/professional circles. We're not
marrying the boy down the street- we're dating people we meet at work, at
social events, and online. We are meeting people we never would have met
pre-Internet. I can narrow down my search by looking for university-educated
men or look for a witty profile of a man who I think would challenge me. So if
I'm looking for a man who is my intellectual equal I don't have to hop in a
time machine and head back to university. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And I wouldn't want to head back to
university. When I enrolled, it was after 3 years of college and another 3
years of working full-time. I was 24-years-old. My freshman classmates were
mostly 17 or 18-years-old and I can tell you that that six year gap is a big
age gap. I was not looking to attend social events with people the same age as
clients I had just finished working with at the group home before starting
university. I was too old for that crap. I wanted potluck dinners and quiet
nights at a classy wine bar. I lived in a nice apartment by myself because I
could not imagine living with roommates in student housing once again. I worked
full-time to pay for that nice apartment. I was busy with very different things
between classes than my classmates. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Patton discusses age as a barrier to
dating in university as well. She states that since men tend to date women
younger than they are, freshman women must begin the search immediately since
by fourth year they will have only one class of potential fiancés to choose
from. Now, barring the issue that a woman couldn't possibly date a younger man
(J.Lo and Casper?), age can be a bit of a factor. I certainly felt way too old
to be dating classmates the age of former clients. The man I dated for most of
my university career was older than many of my professors. Of course, dating
professors is against the rules. (Wait, what about former students? I may need
to Facebook some former profs!) </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To put a four-year expiration date
on dating is a scary thought to a nearly 30-year-old woman. Is Patton
suggesting that since I didn't find a suitable mate in university that I'll end
up having to settle for a slack-jawed yokel? Her target audience, current
Princeton women who are mostly between 18 and 22, don't need this sort of scare
tactic. There is no way a woman at age 22 in 2013 needs to feel as though
she'll never find her future partner because she wasted her university years
studying, volunteering, working, and making lifelong friendships. You have way
more than four years to find someone just right for you. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And who is to say that the person
who is just right for you has a post-secondary education? I mentioned above two
super clever men without degrees: Jobs and Gates. Doesn't Patton's letter sound
just the slightest bit elitist? Of course, by "slightest bit" I mean
"Holy shit." I've been to both college and university here in Canada
and I can tell you I studied with idiots from all the institutions I attended.
A fancy, framed piece of paper does not indicate you are an intelligent person,
just that you attended and passed. We all know this but somehow we still buy
into this credential society idea. Yes, there are certain careers in which I
would prefer a person to have a degree- like my doctor. But does my degree in
philosophy tell you I'm intelligent, or does it just tell you that I wasn't too
focused on a specific career path after graduation? </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>We all know there are different
kinds of smarts. We tell this to children when they fail a math test or can't
hit a baseball. "Oh honey, but you're so good at telling stories!"
It's not a silly consolation, but rather a matter of fact. If you eliminate from
your dating pool everyone without a higher education, you'd eliminate great
people like Abraham Lincoln, Jay-Z, Walt Disney, Lucille Ball, and Drew
Barrymore. (The fact that three of these people are dead is neither here nor
there!) Patton fails to understand that there are so many types of intelligence
and the only thing you'll achieve with this elitist attitude is a pared down
dating pool filled with Ivy League snobs.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>CTV News in Canada introduced her
story by saying something to the effect of, "Patton states that women in
university should be looking for a husband <i>instead</i> of focusing on their
studies." That isn't what she said at all. She suggests that women
multitask, prioritizing finding a relationship right alongside getting a higher
education. I think that the general message is a good one: all people should
strive for a well-rounded life. Patton didn't exactly support her argument well
(and for me, as a philosophy graduate, it's all about a well-supported
argument) and that is where this message fails. She's right to say that it's
never right to settle for less than you want in a relationship, but she's wrong
to assume that your university is the best place to find what you're looking
for. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My advice to Princeton women would
be to take in the spirit of Patton's message, but don't look too closely at the
specifics. Get your education, get to know lots of people, and don't stress
about finding a fiancé by age 22. You've got some good years left in you yet- I
know this because I do too.<br />
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-40326159994558132302013-03-30T21:18:00.000-07:002013-04-13T17:40:44.263-07:00Reader Questions #1 Who doesn't like interesting questions? My favourite game show, "Jeopardy," is all about the questions. A good question will tell you as much about a person as a good answer. Philosophy is all about asking questions, but it's also about douchy answers. I prefer to stick with non-douchy answers. I'll try to do so below with our very first set of Reader Questions. It's very exciting to have questions to answer since I'm always so filled with questions to ask. I'm one of those strange people who enjoys filling out forms and questionnaires. I love being asked questions! Once, my aunt asked me over the phone, "An M.P. [member of Canadian parliament] used a term the other day and I didn't know what it meant. Katie, what's a MILF?" Yup, amazing, right? I love a good question! I can't share them all at once, but I've chosen a couple of good ones to answer below in our first ever Reader Questions. <br />
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<b><i>Do you like people taking pictures of you? <br />Signed, Posing in Peterborough </i></b><br />
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You know, I love posing for pictures. I love the idea of having a forever-frozen memory of a great moment. I take hundreds of pictures. I like to share cute pictures of my cat, pictures of food I've prepared (as you've seen in previous posts), and pictures of friends (though I often forget to actually take pictures when I'm out with friends!). <br />
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Here's the thing. <br />
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I'm not terribly photogenic. It's not that I'm not cute- I'm definitely cute when I put a little effort in. Pictures of me just don't accurately convey that cuteness. A guy I worked with once asked me why 50% of my Facebook pictures were of my cat. I told him there were two reasons: my cat can't take pictures of me since she can't operate the camera and she's far more photogenic than I am (except for one picture which makes me laugh every time I see it). I make weird, rubber faces without realizing it (I do this in conversation as well, but no one regularly documents my conversation in photos, thank goodness!). What can a girl do? Embrace it and remember that every one of these pictures documents a great moment and a wonderful memory in rubber faces, crooked eyes, and hilarious body language. I'm a party in a photo. So yeah, snap a picture- and be sure to post it on Facebook and tag me in it. <br />
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<b><i>What book are you reading right now? <br />Signed, Reading in Regina</i></b><br />
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I just finished Of Matters Great and Small (1975) by Isaac Asimov. I'm only too aware of how few things I really know- especially since I'm a liberal arts major- so I love reading non-fiction books to learn new things. I tend to have these strong urges for learning when I'm out of school for more than two weeks, so I try to keep a small stock of pre-loved books on my bookshelf. When I moved to Ontario, I didn't pack any books. I got a few for Christmas, but they were fiction and a cookbook (all wonderful books!). Luckily, there is an amazing used bookstore downtown and I visited a few weeks ago. Even more fortunate, the bookstore was having a 50% off sale for the entire month of March! Since I'm on a tight (almost non-existent) budget I bought five books for $12.50: three Asimov essay collections (I've got a couple of these in storage and I love them!), one Carl Sagan novel, and one Stephen Hawking novel. <br />
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These wonderful, affordable finds should keep me busy for a while. I can't devour science and mathematics quite as quickly as a Stephen King novel. Next up, I'll be reading the Sagan novel The Dragons of Eden: Speculations on the Evolution of Human Intelligence (1977). If I ever go back to school, I'd love to study science, perhaps evolutionary biology. I should choose some sort of technology, but the brain wants what it wants! Clearly, I've gone with this sentiment before- check out the philosophy degree in the box in the storage closet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asimov makes science fun!</td></tr>
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<i><b>How do you motivate yourself to keep writing when no one is leaving comments or sharing the links? </b></i></div>
<i><b>Signed, Curious in Calgary </b></i><br />
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This one is easy. I like to write. I enjoy coming up with ideas. I like having that spark and having an outlet. It's great to have a place to share my ideas. For most of my adult life, I've written things that I had to write: papers for school and reports for work. I've enjoyed this writing, but it's nice to choose my own topics and write for myself. <br />
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I also thought that this blog might be a great tool for me someday. I've looked at job ads that have asked for a writing portfolio and I never had that, aside from school papers. I think it would be pretty interesting to have a whole array of posts with different topics to share with a potential employer. Right? I mean, if you want to read my Bataille paper I'll send you a copy. I can write a mock incident report or Plan of Care to share. This blog is a demonstration of a more generalized writing style- not to mention that I don't get to share my sense of humour in school papers or work reports very often. <br />
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So, if other people are reading (and you are reading- Blogspot tells me how many reads each post receives) that's a bonus. If people were to love my blog so much that they feel a burning urge to comment and share my blog with their friends, well, that would be the icing on the cake. Imagine this blog is a delicious chocolate cake- and remember that chocolate cake always tastes best with icing. Don't be stingy with the icing. <br />
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I hope the Reader Questions keep coming so we can all share in this- feel free to post them right here on the blog or on the blog's Facebook page. Remember, you can post them anonymously on the blog! If you've got a question you've been aching to ask me, send it in!<br />
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<span style="background-color: #741b47;"></span>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144576450877975571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615153617475093744.post-76316688660468537312013-03-23T19:15:00.000-07:002013-04-13T17:40:32.679-07:00How to look like a highfalutin chef with a delicious and easy risotto recipe<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></b>Risotto is one of those dishes I
always wanted to make but I thought it was impossibly difficult. It sounds
fancy- there's no way to say risotto and not sound like a fancy pants. I went
to dinner at some friends' house in January and they served me a delicious
dinner of roast chicken, green beans, and risotto. I knew I had to have it
again! I came home and began to do some online research to find a recipe that
sounded right- and not too difficult. And you know what? It's not that
difficult. It is, however, time consuming. You can't walk away from the stove.
Risotto, like my cat, commands your full attention on its own terms. Chef
Michael Smith gave me the <a href="http://chefmichaelsmith.com/recipe/risotto-with-parmesan-peas/" target="_blank">basic proportions</a> and I've added my own flavours, as
he encourages on his television cooking shows on Food Network.</div>
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<a href="http://chefmichaelsmith.com/recipe/risotto-with-parmesan-peas/" target="_blank"><b>Chef Michael Smith's Risotto (a la Katie!) </b></a></div>
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different types of chicken broth, but I'd suggest you always stick with a
low sodium broth- you could use veggie or beef broth too!)</i></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;">2 <span class="recipeunit">tablespoons</span> <span class="recipeingred">oil </span><i>(I used canola because that's what's in
the cupboard)</i></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span class="recipeqty">1/2-3/4 cup minced onions </span><i>(about
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can mince it)</i> </li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;"><span class="recipeqty">2</span> <span class="recipeunit">cups</span> <span class="recipeingred">Arborio rice <i>(you'll
find it in the rice section of the grocery store, I swear!)</i></span></li>
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used white cooking wine from the grocery store because I'm on a budget,
but you use whatever white wine you like!)</i></li>
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used provolone or Parmesan and they've both been incredible)</i> </li>
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Use a giant pot to bring your
chicken broth to a simmer. You want it to be hot when you add it to the rice
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In a deep skillet, sauté the onions and garlic in the olive oil over medium
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garlic and cook, stirring constantly, for about three minutes. The rice will go
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cook off the alcohol because you want the wine flavour, not the alcohol taste!
(Unless you do, ya boozer, but don't say I didn't warn you!) Feel free to swig
a drink of wine from the bottle, but I wouldn't suggest this if you're using
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Now, you can start adding the broth, one cup at a time, to the rice. Make sure
you stir the rice and allow each cup of broth to be absorbed before you add more
broth. Yes, this is the time consuming part. Don't leave the stove. Stir, stir,
stir. I chose to stir while I talked on the phone and that kept me entertained.
But seriously, be patient. Stirring and slowly adding the broth is what will
make the risotto creamy and delicious. If you don't want to stand over the
stove, make Minute Rice instead. On second thought, don't ever make Minute
Rice. Ever. Microwave a package of Uncle Ben's rice if you must. That Minute Rice stuff
isn't even real rice, you know. This risotto is the real deal, and the real deal
will take about 20 minutes from the time you add the first cup of broth. Taste
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When the risotto is cooked, take the pan off the heat and stir in the cheese. I used a cup of
grated Parmesan cheese here- actual Parmesan cheese, not the stuff in the can.
But I'm not snooty. That stuff is tasty, too. Use a cheese that makes you
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Michael
Smith says this recipe makes enough for four main dishes or six to eight side
dishes. I've only ever used it as a side dish and it definitely could serve
eight people! You can refrigerate leftovers and enjoy the risotto for a couple
of days.</div>
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enjoy it you will. I promise. You can take the basic proportions of rice to
liquid and switch it up however you like by choosing different broths, cheeses,
and stir-ins. If you've got a fantastic idea for a delicious stir-in, please
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flavours! Let me know what you think when you try out this fantastic recipe
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<b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></b>So, I can't say I'm unfamiliar
with "The Bachelor," but I can say that I have never watched an
entire season of it. I can't say I've ever chosen to watch it. Mom hadn't
watched any of the current season, but she wanted to watch the finale last
week. So, I snuck disgusted peeks at it while watching my <u>Bridesmaids</u>
DVD on my laptop. I am the first to admit that typical romance and chick flick
nonsense makes me ill, but I can't be the only one who thinks "The
Bachelor" is the anti-romance. There are so many things that make a sane
person scratch his or her head, but some people just lap this shit up- and call
me unromantic!</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Yeah, I'm pretty intolerant of the
typical romantic bullshit that so many women fall for, but that just means I
have different taste. I want to know a person before I begin my courtin' (yeah,
I went old school there). I'm no prude, but I really don't think you can date
double-digits worth of prospective partners concurrently and expect to really
get to know a person. There are way too many problems with this set-up, but
people are still watching. How could it go so far off the rails? Wait, are we
starting with the assumption it was ever on the rails?</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Before the finale was even over,
there were promos playing for the next season of this reality TV show. The
voiceover asked, ""Are you the best choice for the new bachelor or
bachelorette?" The problem is that, at this point, they had not even
announced who the next bachelor or bachelorette was going to be. How am I to
know if I'd be a good match for a person I don't know? I mean, the confident
part of me wants to think I'm perfect for anyone (of course, it's not the case
that everyone is perfect for me- I'm choosy!). That's ridiculous. Not everyone
would enjoy my love of cheesy horror films, how I always wear pajamas if I'm at
home, or my crazy cooking/baking exploits. If you're sitting at home watching
"The Bachelor" and think, "I don't know who this person is, male
or female, but I know I'm perfect for him... or her," I have to wonder
about you. Imagine showing up, as the person chosen as the next bachelor or
bachelorette and knowing that people applied before even knowing who you are.
Can you honestly believe that you're going to find the love of your life in
this pool of people chosen for you by a stranger? </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sure, you might point out that the
producers of the show likely interview the new bachelor or bachelorette a
number of times to get a good idea of what he or she would consider a good
romantic match. I can only imagine, from seeing the pool chosen this time
around, that the bachelor asked for conventionally attractive women with fairly
boring personalities and a love for crappy reality TV. Clearly, that's why I've
never received a call back from the producers of "The Bachelor"...
kidding! You guys know me too well for that! I'd be far more likely to audition
for "Flavor of Love" because Flavor Flav is at least entertaining (I
wonder what slightly degrading nickname he'd give me...). </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Speaking of degradation, what is
romantic about being one of 25 people dating a person simultaneously? Sure,
"The Bachelor" isn't a typical dating situation, but how do you
really get to know a person in a pool that large? Sometimes I think adopting a
second cat might make me worry about spending enough time with the first- how
did the bachelor know he was eliminating the right people? How did he know he
was getting to know the women well enough before eliminating them- and
proposing to just one- in the six weeks it takes to film the season?</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now we should acknowledge that many
people believe you can love more than one person at a time. I'm not going to
throw myself on that grenade right now, so let's stick with the concept of the
show: that a man is searching for his ONE true love. In six weeks, he whittles
a pool of 25 women down to just two. He takes them both home to meet his
parents, takes them both on romantic dates, and tells them both how he cares
for them- up until the final episode. I know it's a show and it really wouldn't
be good TV if you knew who he was going to pick, but you'd think he has got to
know which girl he is going to pick when he's making out with both of them the
day before he proposes to one of them. Where is the romance in that? Either he
really isn't sure who he is going to marry or he does know and he continues to
make good TV by having his cake and eating it too. This can't be the romance
that people dream about their whole lives, can it? </div>
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<i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Bachelor: </i>I want to marry you, not
that other girl.. But if you ever watch this season on TV, just know that
kissing her meant nothing even though I said I was falling for her. It's just
good TV, baby.</div>
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<i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Contestant: </i>This has been the best
six weeks of my life, having gone on only a handful of televised dates with you,
only some of which did not include other women. I'm sure our love will last forever. Get
yourself tested before you touch me, though. Who knows what you did with the
other 24 girls!</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Now, I may have left you with the
distinct feeling that I hate romance. This is not the case. You want to know my
favourite romantic moment on film? The scene in <u>Stranger Than Fiction</u>
(2006) when Will Ferrell's character brings Maggie Gyllenhaal's character, a
baker, a variety of flours. It's so real. He brings her something that shows he
knows what she needs and would love. That is so much more romantic and real
than a generic red rose. I once dated a guy who brought me a vacuum cleaner and
it was the most romantic gift I've ever received. He knew my vacuum was broken
and that I couldn't afford one immediately. Sure, he could have brought a
bouquet of red roses, but that isn't going to clean the Doritos crumbs off my
carpet. I'm romantic- just in a real way, which is why "The Bachelor"
is so off-putting. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>If I created my own reality TV show
to showcase my search for love, I can tell you I'd be choosing the group of
men. No producer is going to be able to choose a proper pool of men for me when
I haven't even been able to choose a proper pool of men for myself yet. Maybe
I'd have "American Idol"-type auditions where men need to impress me
with some sort of talent. I wouldn't be giving out roses- they'd be the one
bringing gifts. And cheap red roses wouldn't cut it for this bachelorette-
they'd better get creative! You guys should nominate me for the next
bachelorette because you know if you're going to watch reality TV you'd want to
watch someone who would actually keep it real- and you know you can always
trust me to do that! I'll be waiting for my call from the producers of
"The New Bachelorette." You know my schedule is completely open right
now.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'm pretty sure my minor in
psychology makes me uniquely qualified to delve into the female psyche and
tackle one of the most puzzling questions about young women. We're not talking
about jeggings, why we choose such horribly wrong partners, or Channing Tatum
(I'm sorry, ladies, but I just don't see it!). I want to talk about why so many
single women choose cats as pets. You may want to challenge me on this and say,
"Katie, not every single girl has a cat." Well, there are enough of
us that "crazy cat lady" is a phrase and phenomenon we are all
familiar with. Why is this? </div>
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<i>A friend of mine identified this photo as the moment I became a crazy cat lady- for the record, I'm in my Cheshire Cat costume</i></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I wasn't single when I adopted Sweet
Pea. I was in a nearly three-year-long relationship, but I was living alone,
going to school full-time, and working full-time hours. I went to the SPCA more
than a couple of times before finding Sweet Pea. Two months later, I ended my
relationship and became a single woman with a cat. Sweet Pea has outlasted two
relationships now and a cross-country move, so it's pretty clear that we're
inseparable. But why? Is it the unconditional love? The emotional support? The
non-judgmental company?</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Not bloody likely.</div>
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<b><i>But Katie,
my cat is so loving!</i></b></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
have used this very same justification to excuse the scratch and bite marks on
my forearms. "She just likes to play!" I've also told people that my
cat prefers to adore me from a distance. It can feel like you're trying to
justify a less-than-perfect romantic relationship when you explain this to
friends and family. "I know s/he loves me- s/he doesn't have to say it! I
can just tell!" I'm not saying your cat doesn't love you. I'm sure mine
does. She just has a terrible way of showing it. But we single women accept
this. We've likely dealt with it in relationships and been unsatisfied. We
might have ended relationships with people who don't love us the way we need to
be loved. I have. Love is about compromise, but in a single woman/cat
relationship, it's all one-sided. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i>Single Woman: Cat, let's snuggle.
Come here and curl up on my lap.</i></div>
<i>
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<i><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cat: *walks over towards you, stops
three feet in front of woman, and flings self onto ground, just out of reach*
Nope. </i></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There's only so much of that we'd
take in a relationship before giving a partner his or her walking papers.
Somehow, cats get a free pass here and are free to love us as they choose- and
when they choose. This leads nicely to the next protest from single women cat
lovers.</div>
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<b><i>But Katie,
my cat is always there for me!</i></b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nope. Your cat is always there for
him or herself. In general, I'd say that cats are some of the least supportive
pets. I had dwarf rabbits in high school that were more sensitive to my
feelings. When I'm feeling sad, Sweet Pea watches from a chair across the room,
looking at me as if to say, "I could care less, sugar. Is it time for
breakfast yet?" In general, cats don't go out of their way to cheer you
up. You know when my cat wants to snuggle? Around 3am. She'll wake me up to
curl up on my arm try to suckle on my earlobe (I know, weird right?). Cats are
not terribly considerate- of anything. At the last brunch I prepared, Sweet Pea
sat next to the table and licked her butthole in front of the company. Yes, my
cat is always in my apartment but I'm fairly certain that's only because she
can't open the front door on her own yet. Cats are like the completely
self-absorbed friend you love, but who makes everything about themselves when
you really need a shoulder to cry on. They're not the ideal company.</div>
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<i>Yes cat, your flexibility is impressive, but this is just impolite.</i><b><i><br /></i></b></div>
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<b><i>But Katie,
my cat is great company!</i></b></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Are you sure about that? Living with
a cat can be like living with a terribly inconsiderate roommate. I was lucky
because I had pretty amazing roommates in college but I lived in residence long
enough to see the potential pitfalls.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cats don't hesitate to wake you up
for food, creeping into your room like drunken frat guys wanting you to drive
them to McDonald's at 4am before they start serving breakfast. Sure, cats may
put a little flourish on things with cute meows and little nuzzles, but the
result is the same. You're in the dead of sleep, dreaming about David Duchovny
in "The X-Files" (or Channing Tatum, whatever!) and you're woken up
by your furry roommate for some kibble. I never feed the cat at this point
because I know all about positive reinforcement: if I feed her when she wakes
me up, she'll keep waking me up. The only problem with this? She wakes me up
anyhow, two years later, psychology minor be damned.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Cats rarely contribute anything to
the household. They can't hold jobs or clean up after themselves, but it would
be nice if they could do something. Dogs often act as a deterrent to burglars.
Cats only act as a deterrent to potential boyfriends. They get hair everywhere and kick litter all over the place. My cat doesn't even kill the occasional bugs she finds. She corners them
and meows, indicating like a drug dog, until I come and take care of them. Like
a bad relationship, the bar is set low. Couldn't s/he just do the dishes once? </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Thankfully I have never experienced
this one because Sweet Pea is an indoor cat, but how about those weird gifts
that outdoor cats bring home, like dead animals? It's like waking up in the
morning to find the strange dude your roommate brought home from the bar the
night before and having that odd morning interaction outside the bathroom.
You're wondering, "Why the hell would you bring that home?" in both
instances. To be fair to the cat, it has got to be easier to clean up after the
dead animal than deal with an awkward morning encounter, not to mention that
the cat brought that dead animal home for you. I've never had a roommate bring
home a strange dude for me. Thank you for that, old roomies.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I can only conclude that single
women subconsciously choose cats as furry roommates to prepare them for the
compromise of relationships. They are willing to overlook the slightly
asshole-ish qualities of cats in favour of their great qualities. This is great
practice for remembering to have reasonable expectations of your future
partner. Your cat might not come when you call his or her name, but they are
fairly independent and can stay alone for a weekend without blowing up your
phone with, "Where u at?" texts. Your future partner may dress
terribly, but he or she may watch cheesy horror movies with you even though
they hate them. Cats aren't perfect and neither are people. You bring home a
cat knowing it is going to shit in a box in your home, but you accept that
because it's way more convenient than 6am dog walks. Why would you meet a
future partner and expect that he or she would never pee with the door open or
clog your shower drain with hair? We're all assholes sometimes. Cats, better
than any other domesticated animals, remind us of this. If you really love
someone, you have to love them for their eccentricities- not in spite of them.
I'm a single woman and I love my cat.</div>
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<i>* I truly love
my cat. Please don't send me hate mail for bashing cats. They're awesome- but
they're assholes, too. But since she loves me for all my eccentricities, like
taking hundreds of pictures of her, bothering her during her naptimes, and
decorating her e-collar with a mustache, so we're good.</i><br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There are times when you get
discouraged. Times when things just aren't going the way you want them to.
Maybe your plans to eat healthy aren't going so well. Maybe you're not hitting
the gym as much as you would like. Maybe your whole life plan seems to be
stuck. That's where I'm at. I quit my part-time job (where I worked shift-work
and crazy, full-time hours) to move 1000 miles away to search for a job in a
bigger centre. I'll accept pats-on-the-back for this ballsy move, but in my
mind, this ballsy move would be rewarded in short time with a job offer.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No such luck.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>People tell me that three months
isn't a long time to be searching for a job and I suppose it isn't. Three
months is a long time to go without money coming in. Three months feels like an
eternity when you're used to working crazy hours and always having things to
fill your time. Three months feels longer than an eternity when you're staying
with your wonderful, loving family while you search for a job. These extra
challenges to the job search are things you might expect, but I didn't count on
how much they would contribute to that desperation and increase the pressure to
find a job- any job.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Sure, I wasn't raking in the big
bucks at my last job. I had enough to pay my bills, buy groceries, and
occasionally treat myself to a sushi date with a friend or a trip to the local
pawnshop to get some four-for-ten-dollars used DVDs. I was doing just fine. I
didn't have a car. I was renting a tiny apartment. I had what I needed for the
basics and a teensy bit extra. I'm missing that right now. Three months with no
income means no sushi dates. It means no new shirt for a job interview.
Severely limited visits to the used bookstore to stock up on some non-fiction
with which to educate myself (I love those Isaac Asimov books where he explains
complex scientific concepts using great examples and clear language!). It also
means that my meagre savings are being used up pretty quickly to help buy
groceries, pay for my toiletries, buy bus tickets, and get new glasses (those
suckers nearly drained me, but glasses aren't exactly something you can go
without!). I'm not one of those people who enjoys being taken care of by
others, so not being able to contribute financially the way I would like to is
extremely difficult to deal with. I try to compensate by doing everything I can
in the home: planning and cooking all the meals, doing all the laundry, and
keeping the house clean. It helps a little- at least I feel a little less
useless. It also helps kill the time that I'm not searching for a job or
watching episodes of "Doctor Who" and wondering when The Doctor will
come and take me away for an adventure.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>And there is a lot of time. I
understand exactly how retirement can kill a person. I went from working 40-60
hour work weeks, going to school full-time, and having a decent social life to
job searches and daytime television in my pajamas. There is a good chunk of
time I spend every day searching the regular job websites, writing cover
letters, filling out applications, and emailing resumes, but it's not an eight
hour affair. I watch way too much Food Network which means I've done way too
much baking. I search for new recipes and plan new meals to try out (I made my
first mushroom risotto last week and it was amazing!). Home manicures and
pedicures happen weekly. I started one of those memory boxes that you keep
little slips of paper in and write down good things that happen all year before
reading them all on New Years' Eve (the box is pretty empty right now, I've got
to tell you). So I've learned something very important. I don't think I'm
looking forward to retirement as much as I previously thought. I mean, if I'm
independently wealthy and can spend my time in the Caribbean on a beach making
people uncomfortable because I'm the 65-year-old lady sunbathing topless that
would be great. If my retirement life involves knitting, baking cookies, and
waiting for my grandchildren to visit I think I'd rather stay working as long as
I can. I need something to fill my time other than family time.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I'm getting plenty of quality family
time right now since I'm staying with my mom. I need to stress the point that I
am STAYING with my mom. I don't want to be the person who moved home- and I'm
not. It may seem like a tenuous distinction, but it isn't. I have an amazing
family: my brother, living far away, calls all the time and is so helpful with
job application stuff since he's a professional type. My mom is so supportive
and I know she loves having me around to cook and help her out with things. My
extended family is always calling with suggestions for new fields to look at or
organizations to contact. It's tough going from living on my own, alone, and
suddenly having my mom as a roommate. We have all the usual roommate-type
squabbles, only with a twist. We have different taste in many TV shows. We sort
laundry differently. I use too many dishes making delicious meals and she
occasionally comments on this when she does the dishes. But we also have some
great laughs. We watch Friday Bride-Day on TLC (yes, we love "Say Yes to
the Dress" and "Something Borrowed, Something New!"). She has
even come to love my cat and she has never been a cat person. The cat and I are
both looking forward to having our own space soon, though.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I know I will find a job, but
patience is difficult to hold onto sometimes. That desperation sets in. The
little voice in your head tells you, "Just take anything!" and you
apply for any job. You get depressed when Wendy's doesn't call you back for an
interview (I'd make a mean Baconator and you all know it!). I'm there. I'm at
that point. I'm so ready for income, responsibilities, and personal space. I
want it tomorrow. I keep reminding myself that there is a difference between
taking your time to find the right job and passing over jobs. I've turned down
one job offer since I've been here because it wasn't right for me. Taking any
job isn't a solution to all of this. It has to be the right job. I hope the
next offer that comes in is the reward for that ballsy first move I made when I
moved back here. I'm ready to finish this quest and begin a new one.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It might seem odd that I've admitted
to having questionable taste in movies and now I'm going to suggest some films
for you to see. I may have questionable taste when it comes to movies in
general, but I have excellent taste in cheesy horror films. I'm a bit of a
connoisseur. I've got a reputation for it. A friend and her husband were
flipping through Netflix when they came across <u>Rubber</u> (2010). I got a
Facebook message from her which said, "Katie, we saw this movie about a
telepathic tire that kills people. That's your kind of movie!" I haven't
seen that one yet, but I keep hoping I'll find a copy somewhere. For Christmas
last year, my biological mother and her husband sent me a copy of <u>The
Capture of Bigfoot</u> (2005) with a note stuck on the front of it which says,
"Katie, it's really bad. Enjoy!" So, you can see that I have
extensive experience with cheesy horror films.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There are so many ways a horror film
could be cheesy. It could be playful or silly, both of which I enjoy. It might
be low budget or perhaps it has cheesy special effects. Or it could be
masterful, serious, and overacted. I love cheesy horror films like I love
cheese: I love them all. There are some that you really must see and they're
all so unique. No spoilers ahead- just the key selling points, I promise!
They're in no particular order- I can't rank my favourite cheeses and I
couldn't rank my favourite cheesy horror films!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364376/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank"><b><u>The Gingerdead Man (2005)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gary Busey. Need more? Gary Busey as
an evil gingerbread man run amok. And there are two sequels so watching this
trilogy is a whole evening of family fun! Well, it depends on the family, I
suppose. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0399934/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank"><b><u>Zombie Honeymoon (2004)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A lovely, quirky vegan couple get
married and tragedy strikes on their honeymoon. Love and zombies- I haven't
seen Warm Bodies (2013) yet, but love and zombies are an interesting
combination. I hate chick flicks, so this is about as close to sap as I can
get! So if your partner wants to watch something romantic, you can feel good
about suggesting this film, I promise you. It's a perfect relationship
compromise. But I am single, so perhaps I shouldn't be doling out relationship
advice. Nah, you can totally trust me on this one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Vincent Price, in all his wonderful,
talented, creepy glory. Skip the 2005 Paris Hilton remake. This one is
theatrical, artistic, and creepy. I love gore, but you don't miss it here.
Sure, there are no boobs, but there are old timey costumes, a masked
psychopath, and fight scenes. I almost feel bad for calling it cheese because I
know the connotation attached to that, but I mean Mr. Price no insult. He's
great in this, as in all of his films. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No, this is not the heart-warming
Michael Keaton film. An evil snowman bent on revenge stalks the people of a
small town, including Shannon Elizabeth. Hilarious death scenes. I watched this
on a first date once (his choice, since he knew I loved cheesy horror films).
We never went out again, but I love having great things to take away from
dates. This man, whose name I can't even recall, gave me the gift of this film.
Now, I give this gift to you and you don't even have to buy me dinner. But it
would be a nice gesture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069994/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank"><b><u>Don't Look in the Basement (1973)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A nurse starts a new job at a mental
health facility with some apprehensions. 70s cheese at its best, but also a
little scary. Not the film itself, but it's scary like <u>Orphan</u> (2009)
because it makes me think, "What if?" I had a job interview where I
seriously wondered if I was walking into a similar situation. I assume, since
nothing scary happened, that my overactive imagination once again got the best
of me, but nothing keeps things interesting for me like imagining weird things.
There is a 2012 remake that IMDb lists as being in post-production and I can't wait
to see it and tear it apart. I can't imagine it can be any better than this 70s
gem!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1127180/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank"><b><u>Drag Me To Hell (2009)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gross. Just disgusting. In all the
very best ways, of course. Gore, eyeballs, a curse, bad things happening to a
pretty girl- all the good stuff! This film is directed by Sam Raimi, the genius
behind <u>The Evil Dead</u> (1981), so you know what you're getting into. You
could also watch it simply for the devastatingly sexy Dileep Rao because his
voice and his beard are both awesome. Go on. Google his picture and then check
him out on YouTube to hear his voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Thank me later.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098143/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1" target="_blank"><b><u>Puppet Master (1989)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While I only named the first movie,
I really mean the whole <u>Puppet Master</u> series. There are lots of films
and they greatly vary in their cheesiness. The puppets are sometimes evil and
sometimes heroes. They're adorable. They battle the Nazis. As the series goes on,
more puppets appear and the history behind the puppets creation is revealed.
I'm not a collector of movie merchandise, but I would love to own the whole
collection of puppets. And yes, I would command them to do my bidding. And yes,
you'd have to remind me they're only toys. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0310357/?ref_=sr_2" target="_blank"><b><u>Willard (2003)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>A good-looking, socially awkward
Crispin Glover makes friends with the rats in his house and plots revenge on
those who have wronged him. And not just any rats. These rats have personality
and pretty impressive intelligence. Like Master Splinter before the ooze
mutated him, only a little evil. It's fun, it's gory, and it features R. Lee
Ermey, who I love. This is a remake of a 1971 film of the same name, which I
have not seen, and that fills me with sadness. I have a sudden curiosity about
filmmaking with rats in the 70s. I wonder if the Humane Society was on set for
the 70s version.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0960890/?ref_=sr_1" target="_blank"><b><u>Zombie Strippers (2008)</u></b></a></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The title tells you exactly what
you're going to get in this movie and you won't be disappointed, I assure you.
Adult film star Jenna Jameson stars as a stripper at a club that is infiltrated
by zombies. This film also features Robert Englund, well known for playing
Freddy Kruger in the <u>Nightmare on Elm Street</u> series from the 1980s, as
the sleazy club owner. The gore is entertaining and the final fight scene is
incredibly amusing. It's entertaining, hilarious, and attempts to be
thought-provoking, which is wonderful. I was a zombie stripper a few years ago
for Halloween and I'm happy to report that the makeup effects in the film are
much better than the job I did on my own face!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Okay, it may seem as though I've got
a lot of non-human killers on here, but so often that's all it takes to make a
movie cheesy. This movie features a murderous, talking turkey. It doesn't
matter if the movie is <u>Schindler's List</u> (1993). If Oskar Schindler had
been played by a talking turkey instead of Liam Neeson, we'd have cheese. Spray
cheese, even. The turkey is hilarious. Like <u>The Gingerdead Man </u>(2005),
there are just so many wonderful, cheesy lines. And boobs in the first second
of the film- you know, in case they forgot to put some boobs later in the film.
Sadly, this wonderful film is not a part of my DVD collection yet, but my
birthday is coming up in May! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I suggest you print out a copy of
this list and head out to your local store to purchase copies of these DVDs.
No, wait. There's a very good chance that you won't find any of these films
available locally on DVD. Try Amazon or eBay. Check local pawnshops and the
like that sell used DVDs. Watch a few and let me know what you think of my
suggestions. Or maybe you've already seen some of these, so feel free to
comment with some suggestions. I'm always interested in hearing about cheesy
horror films I may have missed out on!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I graduated from university in May
2012 and I always thought I'd find an incredible full-time job immediately. I
thought that my Bachelor of Arts would be a beacon to new employers and that I
would instantly qualify for a whole new array of exciting, if entry level,
positions. Sure, people asked me, "What are you going to do with that
philosophy degree?" I smoothly justified my choice of major by explaining
that one should not get hung up on the content that I studied, but understand
that I have earned a degree in critical thinking and those skills can be
applied to any content. People are often impressed with that answer, but it
really is a non-answer. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my philosophy
degree, besides keep it in the $20 frame in which it sits inside the storage
closet at my mom's apartment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Google tells me that I am right to
explain to naysayers that a philosophy degree is a great liberal arts degree in
critical thinking. It also tells me I am in great company: Bill Clinton, Martin
Luther King, Jr., and Woody Allen all studied philosophy. Sure, these are
pretty famous examples, but why shouldn't I aim for the stars?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Perhaps a career in politics is in
my future. Let's put aside the fact that so far I know too little about
politics to become Prime Minister (my Canadian citizenship, naturally, making
me ineligible to be POTUS). Of course, no one just becomes the PM. I'd have to
have some semi-prestigious job, like lawyer or economist. This would mean more
education for me, and I'm a little hesitant to go back to school. I've spent
seven years in college and university and it always makes me think of the
hilarious movie, <u>Tommy Boy</u>:</span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <i>Tommy (played by Chris Farley):
You know a lot of people go to college for seven years.</i></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> Richard (played by David Spade): I
know, they're called doctors.</i></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I love school
and if it led to something great like being the leader of the country that
might be worthwhile. But diplomatic is not an adjective anyone would use to
describe me. I would be a terrible PM. No, scratch that. I wouldn't even get
that far. You have to get elected to lower posts first and I can't imagine that
happening. But Rob Ford was elected Mayor of Toronto, Ontario, so I suppose
anything can happen. But this kind of crowd schmoozing isn't really my thing.</span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> I like to whip up a crowd, so Martin
Luther King, Jr. is much better role model for me. I can't say I've ever given
a speech anywhere near the level of his "I Have a Dream" speech, but
I do speak pretty well and my friends could tell you that they are constantly
surprised at the stuff that comes out of my mouth. I can captivate an audience,
but more on the level of a comedienne than a social activist. I do have minors
in criminology and psychology, but only because my university didn't offer a
minor in comedy. But if we're talking in the abstract about someone who can
move an audience I could be the risible man's ML<span style="font-size: small;">K:</span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>I have a dream and in it a person
goes to work with no pants on and no one judges that person for the content of his or her nonexistent
trousers, but for the content of his or her<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>character,
which is highly questionable. I mean, we all hate pants, but you've got to wear<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>something. No one approaches
the pant-less person wandering around the bus terminal- not for a date or a job offer. Just to slip on the
handcuffs. I have another dream that<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>involves
handcuffs and no pants, but not the bus terminal. Those places are filthy.</i></span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I suppose it's a
less moving speech than one on racial equality. Perhaps aiming for MLK-type
speaking engagements is too lofty a goal.</span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> If we're talking funny and
philosophical but a little less social activism, Woody Allen seems like a great
career exemplar. Intellectual, hilarious, and a great filmmaker. Allen is
quirky and awkward, and I am certainly both of those. He is an amazing writer
and does stand-up. I could do that! I think many people who know me might
question my ability to be a great filmmaker. Anyone who has ever seen my movie
collection might question my taste in general. My two most recent movie
viewings were <u>Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter</u> and <u>The Capture of
Bigfoot</u>. I think it's safe to say that my love for B-horror movies (and so
many horror movies with ridiculously low scores on IMDb.com) might colour any
screenwriting I would attempt. So it's likely I would be a cheesy filmmaker
rather than a great filmmaker. That's not really an issue for me, though. I own
my love of cheesy horror films. Watch for a future blog with my cheesy horror
film suggestions. This isn't a bad idea, but it is tough to break into the film
business and I couldn't afford Allen's 30 years of psychoanalysis for
screenwriting material.</span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Of course, I could stick a little
closer to my philosophical roots and be an actual philosopher. I mean, I enjoy
a good philosophical discourse and I can write a mean philosophy paper. Maybe
it's only the philosophers I know, but so many of them come off as douchebags.
I'm a lot of things, but a douche isn't one of them. Yes, I read philosophy
books for fun, but I also have an invaluable tool that so many philosophers
lack: I can read a person and know immediately if they really want to hear
about Kierkegaard's ideas on personal identity. More importantly, because I'm not
a douchebag, I don't continue on, explaining Bataille's theory of expenditure,
when people's eyes glaze over. Further, I'm no drunk. I enjoy an occasional
alcoholic beverage, but I still have three of the six vodka coolers my brother
purchased for me in December. Great philosophers drink. They just do. But
moderate drinking and not being a douche aren't what keep me from pursuing
this. The desire to eat keeps me from becoming a full-time philosopher. Well,
that and a doctorate. You've have to have the Ph.D. these days and I'm not
quite ready to go back to school.</span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> So what the hell am I going to do
with my philosophy degree? I probably should have spent the four years I was
studying making a career plan. I just figured things would fall into place. But
since companies aren't beating down my door right now, I'll probably do what a
lot of new graduates do: take a job that isn't exactly what I studied for and
create my own niche there. This actually sounds pretty exciting to me. I'm so
ready for a new adventure and a new challenge. I think the fact that I was
willing to gamble on a philosophy degree shows I am willing to take risks and
try new things. The fact that I received a philosophy degree shows that I'm
damn smart, have amazing critical thinking skills, and can probably support any
argument. That'll get me somewhere great.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
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