Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Let Me Bitch A Minute

Because sometimes a girl just needs to vent.

I think I'm getting a cold.

I have not gotten a decent night's sleep in two nights.

I just fought off a wretched case of heartburn.

My vacuum cleaner doesn't work.

My landlord hasn't turned the heat on yet.

I've gained two pounds.

I have an annoying piece of popcorn stuck between my teeth and my permanent retainer.

A friend of mine in Colorado just sent me an e-mail telling me her newborn baby is basically fighting for her life.

I will officially be 30 in 51 days.

I hate all my Fall clothes and shoes.

I switched my blog over to Blogger Beta (I know that means nothing to you non-bloggers) and I don't know how I feel about it.

In light of the baby situation listed above, I really don't have much to bitch about.


Light at the end of the tunnel:

I am finally getting off the morning show (again). My two/three week stint has turned into an eleven week extravaganza (thus far), and I am starting to really feel it. The bouncing back and forth between evening meetings and all night productivity is taking a toll on my mental clarity, my energy level and my general passion for life.

I have become reacquainted with that boring friend apathy.

Anyway, I should be back to my dayside newscast around the first full week of November. Yippee.


The Cincinnati Ballet had a great, new performance running at their studio on Central Parkway. I volunteered as an usher Friday night at their New Works Festival. The series mixed contemporary and traditional music with innovative, never-seen-before choreographed pieces of ballet. I don't know a plie' from first position, but I really really enjoyed it.

This week I am volunteering on a Junior League project called Bargain Box (no jokes here, Double Platinum). Basically, all of the members rifle through their possessions to find stuff to donate. Then the League hands out these vouchers to various organizations and inner city schools to give people the chance to "buy" second hand stuff.

You can check out the sale at the Hamilton County Fairgrounds this weekend if you're interested in buying my Barry Larkin bobblehead or 12 Beanie Babies I donated for the cause.


Keeneland. Pictures should be on the way. I basically came home a winner, covering all my drinks and food for the day and making it to Cincinnati with an extra 13 bucks in my pocket. It helps that some old, Hispanic man bought me a beer. I didn't feel bad - he was betting thousands of dollars per race.

Gosh, sometimes I wish I could lower myself to marrying for money.

Oh well.

I am such a sucker for romance and true love.


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

-Mark Twain


The Notorious N.A.T said...

The upside is that you look smokin hot in that picture...

Kate The Great said...

Why, thank you, Nat! I found an ol' pair of glasses I haven't worn in quite a while. The frame shape does wonders for makin me look like one of those naughty librarian types. Who says it's just a look?..

Jeregano said...

If you switch over to beta blogger is there a new address? What makes it better? I am curious, I am thinking about the switch.

You're right, the baby situation is by far the worst of the above problems. Hopes and prayers be with them.

Like the pic.

You could marry for money the first time and then find romance and true love after the divorce. Romance is so much easier when you have money ;-)!

Kate The Great said...

J- I am still discovering the benefits of Blogger Beta... One cool thing is you can add a little tag (family, money, bitching are three of mine)that links common posts together. No new address - you just need an email address. I am using my same yahoo account...

Yes, the baby story is awful. My heart really goes out to my friend. It's those kinds of situations that make you realize how good you have it...

Marrying for money: I just couldn't do it. I've dated rich guys before. I was so repulsed by them - the fleeting thought to stay with them because of their (or daddy's) money was an awful proposition. I'd rather be living in a one room shack with a dirt floor with my one true love than in the Spelling mansion with someone miserable...

Michael Hickerson said...

Sorry to hear about your friend's baby. I'll be praying for them.

And, Kate the Great, turning 30 is just a state of mind...:)

Kate The Great said...

Michael - sometimes I feel barely 20. I suppose that's a good thing from time to time...

Denae said...

Let's revel in the fact that you are giving yourself one of the best 30th b-day gifts a gal can get, a trip to London! Sorry you are feeling down, sweet. Remember - it's all part of the shitty cycle. You look GORGEOUS in that picture! Luv, D