burying the lead.

I had this text conversation with Mr. KK this morning:

Oh, and I started my novel.


(finally!)

some emails just need to be written.

Yesterday, I sent this email to Mr. KK:




From: KK
Sent: Tuesday, May 29, 2012 4:47pm
To: Mr. KK
Subject: your wife knows shit


Remember when I was in my wallpaper phase A YEAR AGO, and I wanted to hang it in our bedroom? Well, check out this pic from Target's Home catalog. THAT WAS THE PAPER!

love,
your awesome wife




btw, you should check out Target's Home Catalog, it's totes fabu.

what's trending now, in kk's world

You know it's bad when you call your grandmother at 7:27pm on a Monday and she says,"Wow! You're home from work early!"

And that's the kind of two weeks I've had, folks. There were a few days when I had breakfast, lunch AND dinner at my desk. Glamorous, right? Well, if you're one of the 16 people watching AMC's The Pitch, then YES! It's TOTALLY glamorous! That's what the cut-throat world of advertising and marketing is all about.*

All of this is the finish for the unspoken sentence 'I haven't written a blog post in a while because...'

But I've thought about writing blog posts every day. (Does that count?)

So here's what travels through my mind, but doesn't always make the blog, but sometimes makes Facebook, or at least an IM to a coworker.

My musings:

On Adele

If I hear "Set Fire To The Rain" one more time on the radio, I just may set fire to myself.

On my guilty pleasure song for the summer


"Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen. She can't be more than 14, and she's into guys wearing ripped jeans. But, oh, is that tune catchy. 

On the Fifty Shades trilogy

Admittedly, when I first heard about the books, I didn't want to read them. A coworker described them to me as, "Soft porn for middle-aged women." Immediately I wrote them off as modern-day versions of the Fabio novels my mother reads. BUT, I was going on vacation, and thought I'd give them a try.

Verdict? Guilty. I plowed right through them (golf clap for my subtle sexual reference right there). And I liked them. WARNING: they are not 'literature'. But I found myself strangely addicted to them. And not because of the sex. (I'm sorry, but any woman having THAT MUCH action in her hoo-ha would be on permanent UTI medication.) I craved the 'story', their demented conversations, his control issues and 'wounded past'. 

The rights have been purchased (for a cool $5MM I think) for a movie. My thoughts on who will play Christian and Ana: Bradley Cooper and Anne Hathaway. (They are a little on the old side, but Bradley Cooper would be an awesome Christian.) Now, if they can just figure out a way to keep it R-rated; perhaps they eliminate the scenes with the silver balls? (teaser! now go read the books!)

On it almost being June

Hey, 2012? Can you slow down for a hot second?

On suburbia

Next weekend marks a year that we've been in the new house. I can't tell if it feels longer (since we were renovating for a year before moving in) or shorter, because we're still living with naked walls and a basement full of boxes that haven't been unpacked yet.

What I don't know if I'll EVER be used to, is our crazy neighbor and her animal kingdom. 


These lovelies have made themselves at home in our yard.

You might wonder, "Do they wander into your yard at 6am on Saturday and Sunday mornings and quack right outside of your bedroom window?"


Why, yes! Yes they do!


On getting old


Over the last few weeks we've gotten a bunch of messages from this older gentleman Jim, who's looking for his friend Henry.


He calls during the week, during the day, when we're at work. The messages started out something like this:


#1: "Hi Henry, this is Jim. Can you call me today? Thanks."


#2: "Henry, Jim again. Did you get my message? Can you please call me back?"


#3: "Why aren't you calling me back, Henry? It's rude. Call me. It's Jim."


Then one Saturday, Jim called. And I was there to answer.


KK: "Hello?"


JIM: "Hello."


KK:  "Who are you looking for?"


JIM:  "Henry. Is he there?"


Now. I have to imagine that Henry is as old as Jim. When Jim normally calls Henry, does a lady who is probably 40 years Henry's junior answer the phone? Does Henry keep company with young ladies?

KK:  "No, I'm sorry. You have the wrong number. You've left a few messages, but not at the right house. You have the wrong number for Henry."


JIM:  "Oh. Oh no, I'm sorry."


Two days later, we get another message for Henry from Jim.


And then another one.


Yesterday's message sounded like this: "Henry, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Can you please call me when you get up? You can't be THAT busy!"


We had to tell this poor man that he's still leaving messages at the wrong number. So I did the right thing and had Mr. KK call him.


On all of my favorite shows ending at once


Say it ain't so! I'm totally going to check out Dallas on TNT.

*Oh that poor show. Could it be more boring? If they could find a way to translate the energy and non-stop pace of what an agency feels like during a pitch into each episode, then they've got something.

shut up so I can read, por favor.

Mr. KK and I just returned from a mini-vacation in Puerto Rico.

I say 'mini' because it was only 5 days, and I'm already home sitting at my computer.

We flew out Sunday morning, on a crowded Jet Blue flight. The funny thing about flying to Puerto Rico? Almost everyone on our plane was FROM Puerto Rico. I'm not sure what they were all doing in Connecticut (sitting in traffic? sightseeing...something?), but they were headed home. And we were going with them.

I was deeply engrossed (and laughing my ass off!) at Jenny Lawson's "Let's Pretend This Never Happened", and annoyingly interrupted by the flight attendant who felt the compulsive need to keep talking to us...twice.

First, he'd interrupt me to say his spiel in English. Then I'd settle back into my book. Then, I'd be dragged fro my book again when he'd repeat the whole thing in Spanish. 

Upon landing, the pilot's voice crackled overhead. "Welcome to Puerto Rico!" And the plane erupted in applause. Applause! Mr. KK and I were all 'wtf is this? a Vegas show???' while the people around us cheered and clapped.

And, of course, the flight attended HAD to repeat everything the pilot said, in Spanish.

"Just thing, when he's done, they'll all applause in Spanish this time." I said to Mr. KK.

See? Isn't it comforting to know that I packed my sense of humor for the trip? And good thing, since we had about 6 hours of sunshine the whole time, and a whole lotta rain.

Side note: Don't you love it when you're on vacation in the Caribbean, and it's raining, but you're still wearing your bathing suit anyway because the downpour might pass and the sun just MIGHT miraculously pop out of the black cloud over head, and you're at the hotel bar having too many mojitos because really, what the hell else is there to do??, and you're complaining about the rain on your first vacation with your husband alone in FOUR YEARS and the waiter overhears you and says with a smirk, 'Well, we ARE only 30 minutes from a rain forest' and then looks at you like you're crazy because the sun isn't going to come out tomorrow...or the day after that.

Clouds and rain aside, we had a great time. And I did manage to capitalize on the sun we did have, so I have a slight glow to me and my skin's no longer the color of winter.

We stayed in Old San Juan with its charm and cobblestone streets, away from the chain hotels and beaches. It's a beautiful place, with delicious food and friendly people.

the architecture was amazing (vacation nerd alert!)

our hotel, El Convento. big thumbs up!

a typical street in Old San Juan.

look! quickly! it's sunny!

there are cats EVERYWHERE. and signs not to feed them. 

because apparently they want San Juan littered in dead cats.

there I am, learning on vacation. check out those clouds!