The things that get you through the day

A brief email conversation between some really bored girlfriends...

kctl: Okay, ladies, job interview call back...Do I? Don't I? It's such a catch-22, some say check in right away, because it makes you a go-getter; some say don't check in right away because it makes you too eager. ARRGGHHHH!!!

Kathy: It's been more than a week. I'd say you're good to call.

kctl: Okay, I'll call. Man, this is more nerve-wracking than asking a guy out!!!

Chris: That's only because you have much less practice with interviewing. :)

Tina: Daaammnn... you are on a roll today!

Kathy: So harsh! How is it that I have more practice with interviewing than asking a guy out? That's just freakin' sad.

kctl: No biggie y'all, Ms. Chris simply speaks the truth. And it made me laugh. That's a big plus right now. Okay, okay, I'm calling, I'm calling..

Chris: Worry not, Kathy. Terri is a trail blazer. We could all stand to learn a little from her when it comes to asking men out.

Kathy: Terri, will you be my Jedi master?

kctl: Ah, Grasshopper, I have so much to teach, so little time... Okay, now I’m really calling...I swear!!!

kctl: GRRRRR!!!! Voicemail. I left a totally dorky message. I asked about the status of the job. Who talks like that?! Dorks, that's who...

Kathy: Good job calling. Can't win if you don't play (at least that's what they tell me). And who doesn't sound like a dork in this process. It's cruel and inhumane.

Tina: Inhumane and humiliating... God, I think I would rather ask guys out. Really, much easier.

kctl: Well at least when you ask out guys it's okay if you're drunk, job interviews, not so much. Which I think should change, posthaste.

Tina: Just think...how many jobs could we be hired for if drunk? I can be a verrrry charming drunk. It's quite possible that I could be running Microsoft.

kctl: Although if you're drunk, wouldn't it be 'Micro-schoft'?

Tina: True, but it would be charming. I could totally get a way with it. Drinking in the workplace is underrated.

kctl: I totally agree! Think of the ways it could revolutionize business. Drinking games during board meetings:

outside the box = one drink
networking = one sip
go-getter = one drink
downsize = chug

It'd be fuckin' great!!!

Tina: Sometimes your brain really freaks me out.

kctl: You and me both, sister.

Tina: God help you in that thin mountain air.

kctl: Hmmm, hadn't thought of that. Coming soon: New Mountain Air Terri, 20% less oxygen, 100% loopier!!!

I'm coming out...

In light of Lance Bass' brave announcement earlier this week, I finally found the guts to make an announcement of my own. While some of you may be shocked by what I'm about to say, there are others who suspected this all along...*AHEM*

I, kcterrilynn, am a heterosexual. I've known this about myself for quite some time, probably as far back as John B., my 1st grade crush. Then, in 4th grade, after kissing Danny V. on a dare, I was certain I liked boys. I never hid the fact that I was attracted to guys, but it was something that just wasn't discussed. I want to be perfectly clear that I am not ashamed of my heterosexuality, it's simply part of who I am.

(Disclaimer: The above is my (drunken) attempt at satire, not a dig at Lance Bass or homosexuals)

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Why do people care so much who other people are sleeping with? Especially famous people. Did going public really change anyone's mind about Lance's music? Did it make a hard-core N*Sync-er rip down posters or torch CDs? Or maybe upon hearing the news, a previous non-fan suddenly couldn't wait to download 'Bye, Bye, Bye' to his iPod. Of course not, so why the big deal? In the mid/late 80's I had a thing for George Michael (what...you gonna make something of it?!), the 5 o'clock beard, the bad ass cowboy boots with the silver tips, the artfully torn Levi's...sigh. Um, right, so yeah, George Michael... Since I thought he was hot before he came out, I still thought he was hot after. In fact, I still think he's hot ( yeah, I said it) and I own several of his CDs.

Personally I think straight people should be 'outed' as well. Put a few heteros on the spot and ask them to justify their lifestyle, ask them when they first knew they were 'that way,' ask them to live in a country that denies their relationship legal acknowledgement, ask them to explain the risk of coming out: risk of losing a job, risk of losing family and friends, ask them to accept being targeted for hate crimes simply because of who they love...ridiculous, right? Bet your ass it is, yet our society expects homosexuals to do all of those things and more.

So still I wonder: why do some people care so much who other people sleep with?

From the 'No shit, Sherlock' file

Today Lance Bass of N'Sync announced he's gay.

Ummm, no shit, Sherlock.

Couldn't help but wonder

I stopped at Sonic the other day to grab a Cherry Limeade, and I noticed they have handicapped car stalls. Why does Sonic need handicapped car stalls? It's a drive-in fast food place. The food comes to you...you don't go to the food, so does it really matter if it's a handicapped stall or not? I couldn't care less one way or the other, really, I just couldn't help but wonder...

Are we there yet?

Last week, I spent just over 19 hours driving to and from Denver...alone. Yep, roughly 9 hours each way. By myself. Alone. In the car. 9 solid hours on I-70. Each way. Alone.

Synopsis of the trip out:

Hour 1: excited as hell; essential roadtrip munchies strategically placed within easy reach; due to an email received just before leaving, the refrain of Eddie Rabbitt's "I Love a Rainy Night" is stuck in my head; extreme care spent choosing the right CD to provide perfect cruising soundtrack (heated debate with self: Counting Crows Greatest Hits or Garden State Soundtrack...but in a surprising turn of events, a dark horse entry, The Killers' Hot Fuss, came from behind to win it all); forgot to go the the ATM, start hoping I have $2 in change for the toll.

Hour 2: still excited; lost Eddie Rabbitt somewhere before reaching Lawrence; steered with left knee while using both hands to open BBQ Corn Nuts; 5 minutes, teeth usage, and one unintended lane change later, the bag split down the middle and it hailed Corn Nuts somewhere west of Topeka; can't help but notice the rental car is running weird, feels like it needs to shift to a higher gear.

Hours 3-5: excitement starting to level off; tap into lead foot genes passed down from maternal side of the family, set cruise control for 80 in a 70 zone; out of nowhere "windshield wipers slappin' out of tempo" caught up with me; decided to slay the Rabbitt once and for all with my ultimate roadtrip CD, Bob Seger's Greatest Hits; able to open a small bag of Peanut M&M's without incident; as always, noticed how different crops each had their own shade of green; pit stop at Grandad's for dinner and catching up; reminded several times by Uncle Harry that in farm-speak, 'supper,' not 'dinner,' is the evening meal; reminded Uncle Harry that I am a city girl and in city-speak 'dinner' meant 'supper;' he blamed my mom for my lack of country education; mentioned the lack of shifting on the car and Grandad checked it out; discovered Drive and 3rd gear were on the same spot as you shifted into gear, one click left you were in 3rd, one click right you were in Drive; guess where I had it for the first 4 hours of the trip; was glad it was a rental.

Hours 5-9: excitement? What excitement? Whose idea was this anyway? Was surprised by bright yellow acres of sunflowers; tired of CDs now and searching limited radio stations; found myself wondering why country stations are always crystal clear, regardless of where you are; somewhere between Hays, KS and the Colorado border, I discovered something disturbing about myself: I was purposely seeking out country stations; oddly, though, it wasn't newer country I was looking for, but the good ol' down home Haggard-Jones-Cash-Lynn-Jennings-Twitty-Wynette-Parton-Nelson music of my childhood (I blame my mother); found several and loudly sang along; eagerly watched as the mountains slowly grew larger; excitement level higher than ever.

Synopsis of the trip home:

Hours 1-9: Holy fuck, this is a long drive!!!!!!!!!!!

Totally random randomness

A theory discussed at happy hour tonight (over very potent margaritas): people tend to grow into their clothes; therefore, pants with elastic waistbands should not be worn more than two days in a row...

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100 degree heat + good ol' fashioned KC humidity x 7 days = 1 crankypants kcterrilynn

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Most bizarre dream ever: last night I dreamt I was interviewing for a job as a Rick James impersonator (don't ask me, I truly don't know...). Strange enough yes, but just wait: I lost the job to Mr. Potato Head; I'm not talking about a life-sized or more humanized version but the regular, bug-eyed, 70's 'stache sportin', brown plastic potato shaped Mr. Potato Head. Although, instead of the green beanie, he was wearing a braid wig. And he did a killer rendition of 'Super Freak.'

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Finally got to see my apartment in Denver. It's still under construction, but at least I was able to get the gist. Fireplace, new everything, huge master bedroom, den/guest room and great balcony with a view of the mountains. Well, if you look past the parking lot and between the two buildings across the way, you can see a mountain. That's totally enough for me.

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kcterrilynn's new motto (Bronze medal): "Wine a little, you'll feel better"

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kcterrilynn's new motto (Silver medal): "I think I'm allergic to being sober"

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kcterrilynn's new motto (Gold medal): "If I don't get laid soon, somebody's going to get hurt"
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Update...

Alright, so the interview went pretty well... They want to see me before I leave town on Wednesday morning...so that can't be all bad.

(In the interest of full dissclosure...I should probably tell y'all that right at this moment ( 7:55pm MST) I am completely drunk (sorry, Mere) sso any and all typos will be left in jusst to verify this fact.)

Anyway, although the hjob is exactly what I've been looking for, they will expect me to actually work while I am at the office. Of all the fucking nerve!! I'll have to become one of thosse bloggers who actualluy post from home. I know!! They don't know what they're asking...but for the pay raise, the experience, and the career possiblilites, I will totally accept that.

Hope eveyone is having a great week...

Back in the day...

It was one year ago today when I first entered the blog-o-sphere. Wow, time sure flies. Here is that first, groundbreaking post:

I love the smell of a new blog in the morning...

first posted 14 July 2005

Believe it or not, I've not got much to say. I know! Hard to believe. Me, the girl who has an opinion on everything. Actually, I'm in a great mood today, which I will attribute to the great girls night we ladies had last night. Nothing crazy, just me and two of my best friends hanging out with two bottles of wine, some great pesto, and lots of girl (read: sex) talk. Very cathardic, as I've been in a bit of a self-imposed drought lately. And truthfully, don't get me wrong, I miss sex, but I really miss kissing, you know? I miss the feel of a guys hand on the back of my bare neck as he leans in for a kiss, starting off soft and almost hesitant, then getting more and more passionate because you can't get enough. I miss resting my hand high on his chest and as the kiss deepens, exploring further. I miss sucking on a man's lower lip before gently nipping it and then sucking on it again... Ahem. 'Scuse me. Got a little carried away...where was I again? Oh yeah, I miss kissing. Let's just leave it at that.

And, just in case you're wondering, yes, I still miss kissing.

Anyway, I'm outta here this weekend; off to Denver for a job interview...wish me luck!!

"...And the memories never fade away..."

The countdown to the move is making me all sentimental and shit. Driving to work today I heard 'Purple Rain' which almost brought me to tears. Hearing it brought up all sorts of memories of my friend Deanna, that song was the end all be all in junior high for us. With that in mind I thought I'd post a pic she recently sent me...good times, my friends, good times.


Jeffy, Ter, Deezy

Seriously?!

There are people out there who adopted lost pets after Katrina that now refuse to give them back once their owners are located?! I mean, seriously? What kind of person refuses to give a pet back to someone who has lost everything? There is a special place in hell for those selfish assholes.