Thursday Afternoon Insight

I don't know why I feel the need to start every blog with, "I know it's been a while since I've written."  Yes, we ALL know.  So let's skip that part and get to the good stuff.

Did you guys watch Frozen Planet?  So awesome.  I love me some reality tv, animal style.  Great programming.  I decided that maybe being a seal out in nature isn't so great.  Sure, you are cute as can be with your big eyes and whiskers, but everyone wants to kill you.  And you have short little arms, so it's hard to get away.  And the orcas work like a gang of bandits to knock you off the ice.  All in all, I think the best place to be a seal would be the zoo or Sea World.  A seal in the wild is a marked man.   My other observation is I really love penguins.  At this point, it's a total toss up as to who I love most: otters or penguins.  They are both hilarious.  I would like to have a group of penguins as pets.  I would make them wear bow ties and fill my living room with ice.  Good times for all.

Along the same lines, who else loves the new Prius commercial that is a parody of the Game of Life?  I can't quite figure out why I think this commercial is so hilarious, but I literally can't hold it together when the Asian guy twists his pretend mustache and says, "When I do this, it means I'm a chef!"  When I see commercials like this, I feel a  little sad that I didn't stick with Advertising, my major in college, and go work for an agency.  How fun would it be to sit around a room and bounce ridiculous ideas off each other?  I would be very good at that. 

Instead, I've someone become the head of HR at my current job.  This is what you call "I work at a small non-profit, so I technically do eight jobs."  We are hiring a new events person, and applicants are supposed to send their resumes to me.  I was wondering if it was okay if I throw out the applications addressed to Kathie.  I mean seriously, MY NAME IS NOT KATHIE/KATHY. I have thought about responding to said applicants and saying, "I'm sorry to inform you that you are no longer being considered for this position because you called me Kathie and that's not my name.  Best of luck."  I don't though.  Because as I've learned as the head of HR, you just have to rise above.  Act like a freakin' professional.

And finally, I would like to take this time to apologize to Husband.  Last week, he made delicious jambalaya.  And even though the bowl was seriously steaming, he went ahead and shoveled a big ol' spoonfull into his mouth.  His eyes grew quite wide and he said, "oh, oh, oh, oh, that's one hot tomato."  There was a cuss word in there too, but I'm a lady and don't repeat such things.  He didn't spit it out, he just look horrified.  I, of course, couldn't control myself and burst into laughter.  I guess when people burn their mouths, they don't like for other people to laugh at them.  Who was to know? It was so funny though.  And every time I think about it, I start laughing.  And I may or may not have been imitating him since then.  So, I'm really sorry, Husband.  I should be nicer.  I promise I'm working on it, it's just so hard.  I, am, however positive that I wouldn't laugh at/mock Husband if I had a pet penguin.  I could focus all my laughter on him. Problem solved.

Sincerely,

Kathie
Director of Communications/Head of Human Resources/Problem & Riddle Solver Extraordinaire

There's Probably a Story Behind That...

Today has been a very strange day. I mean, my days are usually pretty strange, but is just a little out of the ordinary. Please let me share with you how the day has transpired.

7:30 am -- I wake up because Husband ran into the bed. I found this super annoying. I stated, "You don't have to run into the bed!" He apologized. And rightfully so, because I think we all know he did it on purpose. I think I was actually more upset about the dream I had just woken up from. In my dream, Husband, myself and my mother were all out some where. A person approached us and told us he had a free trip to Costa Rica to give away, but it was only for one person. We all agreed that Husband is most deserving of the vacay, so off he went. Feeling a little uncertain about sending my better half on a random vacation set up by a random man, I decided to check with airline as to when he was returning. They had no record of Husband. And so, he was gone. I hope that the dream version of my husband didn't choose to leave me. Because let me tell you something, if Husband ever fakes his own disappearance, Kathy's gonna be pissed.

8:15 am -- As I collected my belongings and self in the kitchen, Husband said, "You look cute today. But I don't usually see you fix your hair like that." It was in a very messy bun on the top of my head. Me: "Well, this isn't how I'm wearing it, I haven't fixed it yet. Does it look terrible?"
Husband: "No, not terrible, just not fancy."
Me: "Fancy? It's usually fancy?"
Husband: "Yes. You're a fancy girl."
Me: "Oh my, God."

I'm curious if "fancy" is code for high maintenance. We've been together for more than seven years and married for almost five, and he's never called me fancy.  Frankly, I just don't trust this compliment.  I'm almost positive there's more to the story.

1:30 pm -- As I got lunch today I found an animals' toenail in my car. It resembles an eagle's talon, but smaller. I would put a picture up, but it's gross. This nail did not come from Mr. Bojangles. His claws are black and are never pointy. So, how in the world did another animal get in my car and lose his toenail? What is going on? Did a small bird land inside and try to claw his way out? Did it hurt? Because if so, this could be an angry bird. Do I have ANOTHER angry bird after me? I mean how much can a girl take? I just want to know WHY there is an animal toenail/talon/claw in the backseat of my car. I'm so beyond disturbed I can't even explain.

This kind of crap does not happen to fancy girls!

No Girls Allowed? Kathy don't play that.

Hey, hey people!  I hope this blog finds you well.  I am currently suffering from "it's so nice and pretty outside, I just don't think I can motivate myself to be productive" syndrome.  When it's 76 degrees on the first day of March, there is very little one can do about such circumstances.  Don't you worry though, I have amazing will power, I've accomplished a lot today.  *Pats self on back*

But let's get down to the nitty gritty, shall we?  As I watched a Twitter interaction unfold today between several people I follow, I got more and more annoyed.  What you'll read below is what I like to call a rant.  I shall warn you, I'm a tad braggadocious, but that's what one has to do when standing up for themselves.

 Frankly, I'm a little fed up with the blatant sexism that exists on Twitter at the  moment.  There are three Oklahoma State "bloggers" I follow who are constantly talking about OSU related topics.  I won't name them directly, but their handles involve guns, riding for free and Pokes.  From what I can tell, they all seem very knowledgeable about OSU and the goings on with my alma mater in regards to sports.  They tweet a lot, and I can only assume they get a lot of responses.  Now, while I do not run an OSU blog, I do think I have some credibility.  Yet, when I tweet responses, comments and/or questions, I'm often unanswered.  Oddly enough, they answer each other, and answer most men, but not Kathy.   The only one who regularly answers me is @CowboysRFF

So what gives?  Is it that I don't know what I'm talking about?  No, I don't think that's it.  I'm a member of the Football Writers Association of America. I don't know all of these bloggers' names, but I know one in particular who almost always ignores me isn't a member.  I work in sports, I help choose one of the top college football awards in America, and most importantly, I've been attending Oklahoma State sporting events for 25 years.  I'm at football, basketball and wrestling every season.  I also attend as much baseball as I can manage.  I'm a fan.

Is it that I don't run a blog about OSU?  Because if that's the case, you should put a disclaimer up that you only respond to media members or people who have OSU blogs.  Save the rest of us some time. 

But I honestly, I think I'm being ignored because I'm female.  I've run into this for years.  How can she know about anything?  She's a GIRL!  She has a pony tail and wears high heels and likes purses.  She can't know ANYTHING. Usually, on message boards, I don't identify myself as a woman, I keep it gender neutral.  Idiots on message boards only respond to men, and apparently such is the case for Twitter.  To all of this, I say: It's 2012.  I know what I'm talking about.  I'm too proud of a person to get into a conversation unless I know my facts.  Ask all of the poor souls I've left in my dust with my random sports knowledge.  And yes, I'm a girl who likes pretty things and puppies, but I also like a dominating three-and-out performance, a fade-away jumper, and cussing at basketball officials.  This isn't freakin' Mad Men.  Answer my questions, let a girl sit at the table...you might just learn something.

I'd like to remind you that you run your blogs for the fans.  And there are, if you can believe it, female fans.  Women are allowed to be sports fans.  We're also allowed to vote, speak before spoken to, and wear pants.  Times, they are a changing!

And that's all I have to say about that. *Steps off soapbox*