Online Dating

So don't tell my mom (how many times am I going to start my blog with this), but I signed back up for eharmony on Saturday. I really wasn't that psyched to start again, not because I didn't have a good experience last time, but just because of the work that it was going to entail.

I know half of you are married who read this blog, but dating sucks. There are so many bad dates. And those of us who are single longer have to go on more bad dates than those who are married, some how that doesn't seem fair, like a double whammy.

Anyway, I did it because I felt I should. I was in a dry spell and needed to water that flowers if you know what I mean, he he. Hey we've all got needs!!! Okay that makes me sound....needy.

That's not it, the truth is I'm not getting any younger and have made a lot of bad choices in the dating department, in no particular order: selfish asshole, chubby funny guy, old guy, okay made that mistake a few times. Yes, thank you for all of the "I told you so...s". (Side note: I'm now old enough now, that I even like some guys my age, ha!)

Anyway, what I really want is to find a best friend, partner, compadre, pal to do all the fun things I want to do with the rest of my life, maybe kids, travel, movies, dinners, sailing, gymnastics, zip-lining, etc. Ahh..... the world is my oyster.......sorry where was I?

Back to dating. After 3 days and 30 matches later, I've already got three possible potentials, a pediatrician, meterologist and financial analyst. Now I'm psyched! How quickly my outlook turned and now my thoughts are "am I ready to settle down?". AHHHHH! I'm screwed.

Look for future dating stories to come....

In the meantime, for those of you who actually read this, let me know what you think about my blogs. I'm trying to find a subject to write about, but haven't thought about anything yet. I'd like your suggestions.

Happy Tuesday!

My Promotion

Hello,

Good News, I got promoted on Friday to Senior Compensation Analyst. A goal I had set out for in 2012, so check! Bad News I wanted to celebrate with all of you, my friends and I couldn't. So I'm doing it through a blog because it is the 21st century after all and how else do you celebrate with your friends from all across the country.

This is my second time being promoted in my life. First time I think I was around 24/25 and I was promoted from the Assistant Account Executive role to Account Executive role on the KFC account at DraftFCB. Gosh that seems like an eternity ago, doesn't it Jacks? Anyway, since then I've changed career paths, worked for four different companies, moved across country for a job and been laid off twice. So I would say I've come a long way and this is a sort of milestone for me. I just want to thank all of you for being such supportive friends through it all. I wouldn't be here without all of you in my life.

Now, I know Senior Compensation Analyst doesn't sound all that grand, but it does feel good. I'm not great at receiving positive recognition, I get kind of embarrassed, but not in front of people that I care most about like you.

So how did I celebrate, a couple of beers with Kate Wodder, Conor, her boyfriend and my boss, Keith, the guy who promoted me, I had to reciprocate with something. Then a whole bunch of couch time this weekend, boy am I getting old.Anyway, I wanted to share the good news.

Also, another one of my goals this year is to write in my blog at least once a month. I missed January, but I didn't write them until February, so hopefully, I will find some great stuff to write about. I look forward to chatting with you this year.

XOXO,
Kate

Wow it's been awhile

This is an FYI, more blogging is coming. I know I only have two followers, but for some reason it is important to these two individuals that I write and divulge the strange life that I live. Well, I'm hoping to make it strange because that's why people read it. Anyway, more to come. I am excited to start writing again. Still trying to figure out what to write about, so through blogging I'm going to figure it out. Watch out. Flatch is back!

Lucy

I am watching Julie and Julia and it along, with my friend Megan, have inspired me to start writing in my blog again.

Lucy is my cat. For those of you who know about her, stay with me, I will try to make this as enjoyable as any blog I tell can be.

My roommate, Kate, has never lived with a cat and it has been an experience so far. She cannot stand my relationship with Lucy. Every time I feed her, I hear a grown from the other room. Kate calls her french names that I will not mention. She once called me at work concerned because Lucy was eating her own hair.

Lucy does not have the full facilities of other cats like her; she is not the smartest cat around. We live in a town home and she will sit on the stairs and I will stand at the bottom of the stairs and throw one of her toys into the dinning room on the first floor. Lucy runs up the rest of the stairs to the second floor, looking for the toy.

Lucy has a beautiful coat, when she is healthy. I know this because every plumber who visits us always compliments it. The most highest regard. It's gray and white, mostly gray with white underneath and a little white spot on her behind. She has beautiful aquamarine eyes.

Well, now it's time for me to feed her, my gourmet rice and tuna combination. It's no wonder Kate moans.

Another Co-Worker Story

I went to the Cubs/Rockies game with my team from work and after a few beers, our mail room man told us a story about his attempt to start a healthy lifestyle. He went into 24 hour fitness to sign up for a membership and they told him he was fat. Another co-worker leaned over two laps to say, "I hope you didn't pay for that advice". Of course not, why pay for that when she could tell you that for free.

Co-Worker

There are 10, count them 10 people in my office that are pregnant. So jokingly I told me boss, "ahh, hate to break it to you, but I'm pregnant (as a joke)" She replied in fear, "you better not be or I will get inside and scrape it out, ha ha, just kidding, but seriously, you better not be pregnant."  Good times, good times.

"The Ugly Truth"

I just got back from seeing the aforementioned movie with my friend Liz Cox, yes it is pronounced how you think it's pronounced, and it got me thinking and so I've decided to share....all apologies.

So the basic debate in the story is, does the guy want to marry the stripper/porn star or does he really care about who a girl is and do girls really want to marry the checklist or really fall in love. The truth is for the first time in my life is that I've started to ask myself this question, "what do I want?" Something most people are probably saying "dahhhhh" to and also maybe "aren't you dating someone?". Yes, you are correct. But isn't that what dating is? I just figured out what the purpose of dating is, besides procreation. I learn something new every year. This year is "How to Keep a Job".

Anyway, what is the purpose of putting together a list if you have no control over it. A checklist and falling in love are contradictory. We've all seen enough movies or chick flicks to know that. Besides it's not like all of those actors demonstrating how lasting relationships start actually stay married. Except for "Mark Harmon" and Pam Dawber. Best Hollywood Couple Ever! Until I break them up...he he. Great transition to my favorite TV Show, NCIS in which Mark Harmon is the star and really super hot for a gray haired man.

A couple of weekends ago I was waiting in the JFK airport for my Pork Ragu when I noticed none other than David McCallum, "Ducky" from my favorite TV show NCIS (check it out this fall - it's awesome). Some of you might remember him from his earlier days in U.N.C.L.E. Anyway, I took a large gulp of Valpolicella and walked over and introduced myself. I was so nervous. I told him I was a huge fan of NCIS and he replied, "I am too!" We sat and chatted a little bit, he was visiting his wife in NYC for her birthday and asked me what my travel plans were. I even told him that I had dressed up as Abbey Scuito, the forensic scientist on the show for my Halloween party and won first place (thanks friends). I think he was a little weirded out by that and so I didn't ask him for behind the scenes passes to taping. Darn it I should have. Then we parted ways and in the words of Stacey Hall, "I had a perm-a-grin." for the next week. Moral of the story: go up and introduce yourself.

Thanks for listening to my ramble!