And yet another sleezy dog bites the dust.

When in the world did it become commonplace to cheat on your spouse? I'm not blaming just men, because it's women too. But, this is out of hand.

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20214898,00.html

If you are a public figure you will get caught. Seriously?!?!

I do like his apology.... especially where he admits that, "In the course of several campaigns, I started to believe that I was special and became increasingly egocentric and narcissistic." http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20218004,00.html

John, you're a lawyer.... no one is really surprised that you're egocentric and narcissistic, but thanks for admitting it.

Yo Puddin'

I have been staring blankly at my screen for the past 10 minutes (atleast 10 minutes, 10 may be an understatement). I have tried all morning to place an order for some work stuff, and trying not to have a tiny little stroke because welcome week is right around the corner - which is affectionately known as hell week by those of us who have to deal with it (it's when all the students come back, and there is something for them to do EVERY minute of every day).

I decided to write to clear my mind, but everything I wanted to say felt lame and undescribable this morning - religion, religious nuts, people who take themselves too seriously.... BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. You can read any of the thousands of other blogs about those topics today if that's what you want to read about.

But, as I was staring blankly at my computer screen, I saw my small Hunt's snack pack pudding cup on my desk, and was reminded of a story.

When I was in undergrad I lived in an apartment with 2 other girls. One of them, was randomly placed with us because someone else backed out last minute. We had this whole list of rules in our apartment, that were intended to stop conflict before it ever started - because you hear horror stories about that kind of stuff. An example of our rules were:

1. Don't do anything in the communal living area that you wouldn't want your mama to see
2. Don't bring anybody else's laundry over here
3. Don't touch the thermostat unless you ask
4. Don't eat anyone's food without asking
I came in one night to find that rule #4 had been blatantly broken.

The second I stepped foot in the door I saw my very large, vary loud, random roommate with a pudding cup in one hand, and a spoon half stuck in her mouth with the other hand.

She just looked at me and said,
"I eatin' yo puddin'"

I just looked back at her with a look of bewilderment and said, "ok."

Looking back, I really didn't know what else to say. I guess I could have said something like, "Just don't eat me."

So, to all of you who are getting to move in with your roommates... GOOD LUCK.

I Katie kills herself, my bad......

So, the SM has been under some stress lately (please see: http://www.emkaysteele.wordpress.com) and often threatens to:

drive off bridges, gouge her eyeballs out, jump out of windows, slit her wrists, run her car into a tree, get het by a train going very fast (it can't be slow bc that would put you in a very bad catatonic state)

You get the point. But I may have pushed her over the edge this morning...

The SM has been trying to talk me into getting pregnant. She has recently done a bit of research to back up her feelings as to why I should get pregnant.

This morning the convo went as follows:
SM: Last night Billy and I were talking about what you are going to name your first child.
Me: Why were you guys talking about that?
SM: I don't know. But I said you were going to name it Katie, and he said you were going to name it William.... after it's father.
Me: Hahahahahahahahaha.
SM: Oh, but clearly now since I have researched this whole pregnancy thing you have to name it after me.
Me: Well, you know seriously I had thought about naming our child William. But, you know I don't think so. Actually though, for real, if one of you were to die in a car wreck or something I really would name my firstborn after you.
(Momentary silence)
Me: I probably shouldn't have said that.
SM: Well, it's been nice knowing you...
ME and SM: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

Why my next hypothetical marriage won't last a year

So, I've been married to the hubs for a year today!

I made the decision yesterday that I never want to have another one year anniversary.

Year old wedding cake is NASTY.

That's just food for thought.