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
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