January 13th, 2010 by Kateastrophe

Lately everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) in my office has been sick.  The flu and a nasty bronchitis that takes two rounds of antibiotics have both been circling.  My boss and I seem to be the only ones who were immune to the plague.

I felt pretty awesome about it.  I was like “yeah, I exercise and eat my veggies.  My immune system kicks your immune system’s BUTT!”

Well, my immune system can consider itself served because yesterday, after eight hours of feeling awesome and normal, at about 5:00, right as I was leaving to go home, I went from totally fine and healthy to “ohmagosh I think I’m going to die.” 

It hit me just that fast.  One minute I was chipper and happy and the next, I was ready to curl into a ball and cry.  My ears were popping, my throat was screaming in pain and the snot was a-comin’.  I went home, ate some dinner, took eight hundred vitamins, a decongestant and four advil, snuggled into the couch with a blanket and made it through exactly ten minutes of Scrubs.  Then I was out-ski.  I woke up for exactly ten minutes at midnight after dreaming of giant black sores on my throat (sssiiiicccck) to take more advil, a dose of NyQuil and get a cough drop.  I slept until 7:15 this morning.

I decided to come to work for one (well, sort of two) superficial reasons.  I’m getting my hair dyed today.  My blondish roots are starting to make me look pretty white trash.  Normally, I would just reschedule the appointment but not this week.  Because next Tuesday?  I have an appoinment for a haircut with a hair GENIUS.  My boss is married to a celebrity hair artist and he has agreed to cut my hair.  AND I AM SO EXCITED!  He was the stylist for Melrose Place back in the day, and he continues to work wonders on Heather Locklear and a bunch of other uberfamous peoples.  My haircut with him is absolutely contingent on the fact that I get my hair dyed prior to my appointment with him.  The only time before Tuesday I can get in to get the color done is today.  So I’m pretending, whilst unable to breath and swimming in Jell-o brain, that I’m not sick AT ALL.

So, to sum up, I’m so sick I think I’m dying but I’m at work because I’m superficial enough to be worried about getting my hair dyed.  Sickness: 0 Kate: 10.  If I’m dead tomorrow, I have my beauty to blame for it.

January 5th, 2010 by Kateastrophe

I really hate the days I wake up on the “wrong side of the bed.” 

{Begin Tangent}  Why do people say that?  Only once in my life have I literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed.  My head was where my feet should have been and I even had a pillow.  I woke up because I kicked my husband in the face.  For reals.  And it didn’t make me cranky, it made for an awesome start to my day because I kicked him in the face and laughed for like an hour. {End Tangent}

Today is one of those days. 

I stayed up late last night waiting for my husband and some of his friends - both of whom I’ve never met - to come home from the Fiesta Bowl, and I had to give up at midnight.  Then of course they came home shortly after that riiiiiight as I was drifitng off.  Matt came in and got in bed and proceeded to wiggle for what seemed like ten years.  At first I just heard his foot slooooowwwlllyy rubbing across the sheet.  Then he itched his leg.  Then his arm.  Then what seemed like his whole body.  He was trying to do it gently but it was causing wiggles in the bed.  Then he rolled over, which in Matt land is sort of like a walrus THROWING himself off a rock into the water.   The man doesn’t slowly roll, he flails around, bounching me off the bed as if we’d been playing trampoline games.  Then his phone vibrated on the bathroom counter and he absolutley HAD to get out of bed at 1 AM to see what it was.  Then he got back in bed (felt like jumped) and proceeded to do the whole wiggling thing again.  Finally I couldn’t take it and yelled “GOOD HELL MAN!”  He meekly apologized and said his skin was “crawly.”  In my half asleep grumpiness I explained that I didn’t care and he needed to HOLD STILL FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY.  This apparently meant “put your hand on my butt” because that’s how he responded.  I was annoyed until I realized that doing that apparently causes immediate paralysis in “crawly skinned” husbands.  (I’ll note that for later.) I was finally able to drift off to sleep.

Until about ten minutes later when I remembered a huge work project we have to get started on and complete in two weeks.  During my busiest time of the month.  And we have a regional meeting here the day before it’s due.  AND I have Jury Duty the day after.  So then I was wide awake going over the details in my head.  For about two hours.  GAH!

Needless to say I pushed snooze for an eternity this morning, causing me to be late to work as well as be smack dab in the middle of the worst part of rush hour.  Shoot me now. 

Now I’m here and I’m alllllll sorts of grumpy-pants.  I am so grumpy I have no desire to eat the delicious Sprinkles Red Velvet Cupcake sitting on my desk.  Yeah, it’s bad.  I have no idea how to get out of the grumpy funk.

How do YOU guys do it?  Any great ideas?  Help a grumpasaurus out!

July 11th, 2009 by Kateastrophe

Ah the evolution of technology.

I remember finally convincing my Mom that I NEEDED a pager.  I needed it so SHE could keep track of me and get a hold of me and get me to come home. 

Yeah right.  I really needed it so my friends could page me when something fun was going on or text me secret messages like “143″ and “43770″ and other such SUPER IMPORTANT THINGS.  I mean, hello!  In high school we really had such important things to say.

My pager was awesome.  It was see-through purple plastic and, as we all did, I kept it tucked into the front pocket of my jeans, clip on the outside.  It vibrated.  

Then we eventually evolved to cell phones.  My life long best friend Sheila and I got our first cell phone together when we were sophomores in college because we were working for CollegeClub.com and needed it for work.  Uh, yeah, that job lasted like a whole five minutes.  Eventually the cell phone was willed to me when B (as she was better known to me) got engaged and moved on to bigger, better things.  (Hi, Andrew!!)

Oh how great my little pink phone was.  I loved that my friends could get a hold of me whenever and I never missed out on anything good.  The bill was a little annoying but I was making $4.75 an hour at “The new location of Christensen Dodge Chrysler Jeep” and I could afford it.

Now, of course, we’re past actually speaking to one another and on to texting.

I remember when texting was introduced.  I didn’t jump on that bandwagon for a long time because HELLO, it cost EXTRA.  I’m still not a HUGE texter . . . I mean I text and all, but I don’t have four hour conversations via text message.  I try to keep it short and sweet.  Partly because I’d rather just talk on the phone but on the other hand . . . texting and I have a love/hate relationship, but it’s mostly hate.  Let me ’splain.  It’s my entire purpose for this ridiculous post.  Stay with me.  I think you’ll think it’s worth it.

I HATE.  HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE ohmygosh HATE IT when people text in movies.  I feel like grabbing their phones and chucking them as far away from their stupid little texting fingers as I can.  I mean really?  REALLY?  For two hours you can’t shut the damn thing off?  I have total movie ADD and if anything distracts me or, oh I don’t know GLOWS from anywhere in the dark, dark theatre, BAM my eyes move there and I’ve totally lost track of the movie.    I always somehow manage to sit next to the texters.  Last weekend I went to a movie with my girlfriend JoAnne and the two guys next to us texted the whole time and, at at least two points in the movie, they answered their phones.  SERIOUSLY?  I really think people should be kicked out of movies for that.  Sadly, I’m too afraid to miss something in the movie to get up and actually DO something about it.  But I think about it often and one of these days one of those guys will get booted because of me.  One day.

Just a side note, pertaining to my movie ADD, last week when I saw Transformers 2, the cute little six year old next to me had a Transformers t-shirt that lit up EVERY TIME HE TOOK A BREATH.  I don’t think I saw a second of the movie because I was so mesmerized by the red lights of death.  I’ve had similar problems with those light-up shoes.  Those things should be outlawed.  Along with light-up-when-you-breathe t-shirts.

Another reason I love/hate texting is because of how distracted people (including me) get.  I have walked into people, walls and poles.  (PS - I have stopped texting while walking.) Without fail, every time I go to the mall, some tween in her skin tight skinny jeans will come to a screeching halt right in front of me, in the middle of the hallway because ohmagoshigotatext!  I never have the required amount of time to stop and there is always a collision.  It’s like we need a texting lawbook.  “If you are texting in a crowded area or in the middle of a thoroughfare, you must slowly veer to the side of said thoroughfare and stop to complete your texting transaction.”  Or maybe I should put it into text speak for you.  “Muv ovr.  Ur n teh way.  4 rls”  I mean, someone could get hurt! 

Wait, what’s that you say?  It’s already happened?  Surely you jest!

Surely I do not.  A teenage girl in New York fell down a manhole into four inches of raw sewage because she was texting and didn’t see the wide open hole.  Check it out for yourself.  My favorite part?  (Besides the fact that she FELL INTO FOUR INCHES OF CRAP) is that her mother is mad at the city.  I tell you what, if my kid falls into a manhole full of crap because she’s NOT WATCHING WHERE SHE’S GOING, I’m going to OMGLMAOBBQROFLPIP.*  And then I’m going to take pictures for her scrapbook.

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Translations for those of us who don’t speak “Text”

*Oh my gosh you’ve got to be kidding

**Yah, I’m not really even sure what this means.  Something about a barbecue rolling around on the floor peeing in my pants?

December 9th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Woah there. It’s getting a bit serious around here! Yikes! Sorry I’m Debbie Downer (wah wah wah)! I’ll try to drink my Diet Coke and perk right up and present you with . . . random thoughts, ala Kate. YAY!

• The mat sensor (the who-be-what?) in my car is broken. This means that it thinks people are in the car when they’re not and vise versa. This is all well and good when someone is in the car who refuses to wear their seatbelt (*coughPETEMYCOWORKERcough*FATHERINLAW*cough) and the dinger forgets to go off, but it’s NOT all well and good when someone ISN’T in the car and the car thinks there is. Then the dinger goes into hyperdrive and there is NOTHING I can do to make it stop. Lucky for me this happens randomly so getting in the car is always a new experience. Will it ding? Won’t it ding? Will the airbag decide to be on or off? It’s like a tasty surprise, only not usually tasty and mostly annoying.

   

• Said mat sensor is being repaired right now and the dealership gave me a Yaris to drive for the day. Is it just me or do those cars look like a Hershey squirt? Well, I think they do, and I sort of feel like I’m driving a fake plastic clown car compared to my hunk-a-burnin’-German-metal. Maybe for fun this afternoon I’ll see how many co-workers fit in the car . . . interesting idea.

   

• I am on the edge of a sinus infection. This sucks for many reasons (can’t breathe, can’t hear being two of them) but the MAIN reason this sucks is because my girlfriends and I are supposed to be recording some of the songs we’ve sung over the years this Friday afternoon. Where’s my prescription pad when I need it . . . anyone have an extra Z-Pac they want to send me? No?

   

• We got some painting done in our house yesterday!! Our master suite, family room and powder room all got a much needed make-over. That builder standard white flat paint was giving me a condition from all the vomiting it was making me do. The family room has one dark, luscious, rich red wall and tan everywhere else, and our master is these two cool shades of palm green. Now, this was a stretch for the Tuscan-leaning decorator in me, and brighter than I would normally go, but with our distressed black furniture and ivory linens, I’m LOVING the way it looks. Our neighbor calls it the Kermit room, but he can eat it. Matt and I both love it. I’ll post pictures tomorrow. We don’t have our wall art and stuff up yet, but at least you’ll get the idea. Oh and if you hate the green, I hate you. Ok not really. Mark my words, I’ll never paint my own house again. I woke up, went upstairs and worked a full day and when I was done working, the house was done. Oh the bliss.

   

• I think I might still be high on paint fumes

   

• My girlfriend Rhonda and I went to Celine Dion this weekend and OHMYGOSH she was so good. I know many of you will mock me for loving her as I do, but I swear to you that was the best concert I’ve ever been to. EVER. And I’ve been to some amazing concerts. If you have a chance to see her, TAKE IT. Seriously.

   

• The Ohio State Buckeyes made it to the Fiesta Bowl! Now, for those of you who hate them for this, know that I understand. They probably shouldn’t be there over some of the other schools that got screwed (seriously, Boise State I’m so sorry. Truly.). I think the BCS is broken too, but that doesn’t mean I don’t LOVE the fact that the Bucks are going to a big bowl game AND that that bowl games happens to practically be in my back yard. I will be there with my nuts on. (Can I say that in public? Haha.)

   

• The Buckeyes coming to Phoenix will most likely bring many of the Kateastrophe Clan with them. I’m hoping for lots of cousins and maybe a brother or two as well as my Dad. Party at Kate’s house!

   

• We are getting our tree tonight!!! I am so very excited. The rest of the house is almost finished and while I’m lacking a lot of fun Christmas décor for my pad, the tree is always a sight to behold. My gift from my Grandma last year was this UNBELIEVABLE tree skirt that I cannot wait to put to use. Crushed red velvet with gold beading? Stopit.

   

• I did most of my Christmas shopping in China, which is good, but what is not good is the fact that I have no motivation to do the rest of it. I did a little Black Friday online this year (so great. You should try it) but now I’m stumped. What does one get their father, who buys himself everything he wants? I mean really that’s not very nice of him.

   

• I go to Utah this weekend to see my idol, Brian Stokes Mitchell (I realize since I’m a girl I can’t be just like him, but if I was a boy, trust me I would want to be) sing with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I get chills just thinking about it and I CANNOT WAIT. Oh and we’re going to a fancy pants steak dinner at Ruth’s Chris afterward. My joy will be full. Plus I get to see my friends and my Mom and snow and those are all VERY good things. The only downside is that it’s going to be very cold. Like colder than the 50 degrees I think is cold in Phoenix. Yeah. I’m a pansy. Shut up.

   

And now this list is getting very long so I’m just gonna quit while I’m behind. I need some more Diet Coke . . .

June 2nd, 2008 by Kateastrophe

I’m posting so late that most of you won’t even see this until tomorrow . . . because I suck.

I honestly cannot remember the last time I was as exhausted as I have been for the past few days.  I’ve been a WRETCH to live with.  Poor Matt felt the brunt of my tired attitude as I went full on ape-s**t on him not once but TWICE this weekend.  While I feel like I was somewhat justified in my meltdowns, he didn’t deserve the insane woman who jumped out of my body and attacked.  Did I say insane?  I mean OH MY FREAKING CRAZY PSYCHO.  If I thought he read this here blog I’d write him a huge apology, but I’m pretty sure he’d rather rip out his eyeballs than read my ranting, sooooooo yeah.

I HATED almost every moment of performing in the musical (I, the person who chose musical theatre as her college major because I love performing more than almost anything on earth.).  I couldn’t wait for it to just be OVER.  Saturday we had a matinee followed by a cast party (complete with MEXICAN FOOD.  Who’s lame idea was that?) and then another evening performance.  We were told we needed to add a matinee because every performance would sell out.  Matinee?  1/3 full.  Final performance?  Maybe 1/2.  It SUCKED.  The director kept coming backstage during the final performance to tell me my energy was way down.  YA THINK???  I didn’t even stick around to say goodbye to anyone after the show. I  just left.   Then attacked my poor husband for a good half an hour.  Good times.  I publicly declare that I will never be in a church musical again.  And if I do?  I deserve what I get.  Goodbye, Dolly.  And good riddance.

I need a pedicure.  I need to wash my car.  I need to go to the gym (Matt has told me that my attitude improves so much when I work out consistently that he’s making it mandatory and putting it in a post-nup.  Hahah) and I need to sleep.  Hmm, that’s a lot to do in an evening.

Tomorrow I FINALLY get my hairs did.  I asked around and think I found someone good.  His name is Scotty and his girlfriend manages the Crack (or M.A.C) counter at Nordstrom.  She has FAB hair so I’m giving him a shot.  I’m also getting my woolly mammoth eyebrows waxed tomorrow, thank heaven.  I’m scaring myself whenever I look in the mirror.

Wednesday, my girls come to town for our annual soiree!  I cannot TELL you how excited I am.  Julia, who is a goddess, sent out our Diva Packets last week and OHMYGOSH.  Last year the theme was Diva University (so great, check out the diva packets here), but this year?  Even better.  This year we’re rock stars in a band called Fallen Angel and Phoenix is the final destination of our world tour.  DO YOU SEE how cool the stuff Jewels did for us is?  Holy crap.  We even have rock star names.  GENIUS I tell you.   I can’t wait to see my ladies, we have SO MUCH laughing and shopping and eating to do!!  This trip is the best part of my year I tell you.

And with that, I’m off to take a nap under my desk.

May 19th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Um, so I WROTE a post last night.  It was short and sweet and about my new Wii . . . and now it’s gone.  I’m a little confused because I even got comments from it . . . and now everything is gone.   That is so weird.

I should have just lied and said my SOS post disappeared so I could be off the hook.  Now I’m stuck.  Ha.

I promise I’ll write it today.  I think.

March 20th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Men, look away.  This post is not for you.  GO.  Save yourselves.

Girls, we need to talk.  My boobs are growing at an alarming rate.  I’ve gone up THREE cup sizes in less than a year.  Every time I go to buy a bra because the other one is oh my gosh driving me so crazy I want to light it on fire the nice lady at the bra store tells me “well of course it’s uncomfortable, hon!  You’re wearing a full size to small.”  This has happened THREE TIMES.  NO, I’m not pregnant.  I swear.  I have irrefutable proof.

I have the birth control that rhymes with “spaz” to thank/blame for this.  I love the stuff but this side effect, while nice at the beginning, is getting a little out of hand.  One more growth spurt and I’m going to have to shop at the “big lady” stores.  Either that or find out where the strippers shop.  Meow.

My husband isn’t complaining but my clothes are.  Oh yes they are.  Everything is SO tight! And see I’m losing weight everywhere else but having to buy bigger shirts . . . that are then baggy around my waist.  It is so stupid!  Also, today I tried on my temple/wedding dress to make sure it still fit and I RIPPED IT.   People, my huge knockers RIPPED MY WEDDING DRESS.  Before anyone goes into extreme panic, never fear, I have two wedding dresses.  One I wore inside the temple for the actual wedding and the other for the fun reception stuff.  The other, gorgeous dress is safely preserved in a window box so I can gaze at it adoringly.  The one I wore in the temple isn’t as fancy but is very special to me.  Also, I was SUPPOSED to be able to wear it whenever I go to the temple . . . so I could like, wear my wedding dress many times.  Get it?  WELL I get it no more because it’s RIPPED.  In two places, where my ta-tas are.  It fits everywhere else, just not THERE.  And I have to go to the temple on Saturday and I doubt the temple is going to dig me showing up with peek holes in my dress.  Start.panicking.now.

Do you think they’ll pop if I take a pin to them?  No?  Damn.  It was worth a shot.

March 17th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Hi, hello, hi. I’m like . . . 3/4 Irish and today is like . . . MY HERITAGE DAY. And, as I stated there in the title, I’m the worst Irish person ever.

I’m wearing green, I’ve got the reddish hair and green eyes to go with it, but I don’t really CELEBRATE on St. Patrick’s Day. I call my brother (Patrick) and ask him “Who’s your Paddy?” My shirt says “Everyone Loves an Irish Girl” (and should then have the disclaimer “but hates their temper”) and all that stuff. I’m just not very good at being Irish, what with the whole not drinking beer or liking corned beef and cabbage thing.

Now, I’ve had my run-ins with beer. Just a few of them. I may wear the stuff, but I just don’t drink it. In fact, I would rather drink pee than drink beer. I’m so not kidding. I think it smells like rear and, from the few random drops that have touched my lips thanks to people who can’t stop spilling beer on me, it takes like rear too.

So, as you can see, I don’t do my Irish heritage justice . . . the only Irish food I really like is potatoes. I think the amount of love I have for potatoes might make up for the other stuff, but I doubt the average Irishman would agree with me.

So, on the day of Irish drunkenness, I encourage all of you who aren’t Irish to celebrate my Irish heritage in my place. Just because I don’t drink beer doesn’t mean you can’t. That is, if you like the taste of rear. ENJOY!

August 9th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

So, apparently there’s some big-ace storm that hit the east coast and all the planes are either cancelled or delayed. Luckily, I am on the delayed end of the spectrum rather than the cancelled end, but either way, I’m stuck at the airport.

I have no real reason to post, no true coherent thoughts, but I thought I would pass the time by posting.

So, we all know I live in Phoenix, the hottest freaking place in the US. I was in DC this week for work, and while I realize the area gets very humid in the summer time, the temperature isn’t usually unbearable. I was looking forward to a much needed break from the heat.

I must be cursed. Because this week in Phoenix, it apparently barely rose about 101 and 25% humidity. This week in DC? Where I was in stead of Phoenix? Oh yeah, 102 with like EIGHT MILLION PERCENT HUMIDITY. I felt like I was stuck in Hell’s sauna. Seriously. I usually love me a little humidity and what it does for my hair and skin. This morning, while trying to see some sights, I was basically a giant walking ball of sweaty stickiness. I was DRENCHED from head to toe. I was, naturally, walking everywhere and I started to notice that if I stopped walking for any reason other than to enter an air conditioned building, I could feel the heat throbbing through my body. So, I just.kept.walking. Forever, it felt like. However, it was totally worth it.

I’ve never been to DC, despite flying into Baltimore at least once a year for the past ten years to visit my Dad and Step-mother. In spite of the horrendous weather (and now horrible airport conditions) I LOVE DC. I love pretty much everything about it. I love the beautiful green parks. I love the way the city is situated. Most of all, I love the history and the symbolism of the city. I was in absolute awe all morning while walking around. I’ve traveled quite a bit, and the only other place I have felt this much awe was in Rome. Around every corner was another amazing building or special memorial.

I was lucky that I woke up at the crack of dawn and was able to see most of the amazing things to see without crowds.

I got even luckier and had someone traveling with me who was willing to go to the Washington Monument by 6:00 AM and wait in line for tickets to go to the top. I loved it. LOVED it. I loved the view of the city and how fitting that monument is for the amazing man George Washington was.

I was the ONLY ONE at the top of the stairs at the Lincoln Memorial this morning. It was a pretty special experience, honestly. I have always loved Lincoln and his attitude and persistence, and I’m glad that his memorial is so incredible.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the founders of the country as I read the original Declaration of Independence, Constitution and the Bill of Rights. I am in awe of the challenge that those few men took on in order to do what they thought was right for their fellow men and for generations to come.

My favorite part, however, were the war memorials. I have mentioned before that my Step-father Mike, who passed away a few years ago was a Vietnam Vet. I believe I have also mentioned that my brother Sean served for several months in Iraq at the beginning of the war. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned that my Grandfather is also a Veteran of Korea. I know I’m not alone in my respect for our troops and all they have done and continue to do for our country and I also know I’m not alone in feeling a special bond with any veteran because of my family’s personal sacrifices.

I was very emotional as I walked through the new WWII memorial, which is absolutely amazing. I saw one lone old man, obviously a WWII veteran, sitting on the side of the Field of Stars wiping tears from his eyes. I can’t even imagine what he must have felt to see this amazing memorial to the men and women he served with who did not make it home as he did. There is one star for every 100 people who died. There are 4,000 stars. That is a number of lives lost that I cannot even begin to comprehend.

The Korean War Memorial wasn’t one I had heard much about or seen too many picture of, but I loved it was well. I love the look and feel and felt almost haunted by the faces of the men on the wall behind the bronze statues.

Then, my very last stop of the day, was probably the most special to me due to my relationship with my Step-father. At the Vietnam Veterans Memorial I was again moved, this time to tears, watching a man in his early sixties, wearing a plethora of Vietnam Vet gear, find a name on the wall, step back, and with tears streaming down his face, salute.

I have always been a very patriotic person, a person proud to be an American, but today, I think I changed. Today, I was hot, sweaty and verging on miserable, but I was humbled and grateful and prouder than I have ever been. I loved every minute of my hot sweaty day, and now I sit here in the airport for hours, verging on miserable again, but my heart is swelling with pride for the country I am blessed to have been born in. I am grateful beyond words for so many people sacrificing so much, be it time, energy or even their life, to ensure that we have the freedoms we have.

I didn’t really mean for this post to turn so sappy, but I guess that’s just what happens to me sometimes. And now, I say goodbye, because a small miracle has occurred and my plane has just arrived and I will be boarding soon.

Thanks for putting up with my sappiness! I’ll make it up to you, because the second installment of Soap Opera Sunday is already written and ready to be posted!!

July 20th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

I’ve alluded to this before, but I want to make it VERY clear that I am not a fan of people who take themselves WAY too seriously.

Yes, there is a long story behind this, but unfortunately, feelings might get hurt if I share too much, so, let’s just say I know this person who can’t seem to find the humor in anything, and while all around people are laughing hysterically and poking harmless fun at themselves and others, this person becomes frustrated and tries to explain why NOTHING about the situation everyone else is laughing about is funny in any way. Then, this person gets insulted when said group of people are laughing too hard to hear what they’re saying, even though, by my estimation, they were laughing FIRST.

I know that there are times to be serious, but let me tell you, if you choose to go out and about with a jovial group of people, you’d better freaking be prepared to at least TRY to have a good time.

Also, for the record, when going out with a jovial group of people, it might be a good idea to stop talking and listen long enough to realize that there is some FUNNY CRAP going on around you.

Just saying.