Happy Birthday, Vito!

I can't believe my little pupperoni is 7 today!

Today calls for extra birthday belly rubs and kisses!


Happy Birthday, sweet boy!

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE email

(what I'm doing right now: eating calamari salad from the market down the street. The verdict: mine's better.)

Isn't it so fitting that after a gloriously beautiful weekend we are greeted with a rainy, crappy Monday?

My mood today has gone from great, to bad to indifferent. I got an email from someone and I didn't like the tone. We're writing about some big, important stuff, and I just didn't feel the love in the email I got back. So it put me in a bad mood. That's the trouble with email. It's hard to interpret sometimes. Maybe the email wasn't super nice, but it wasn't super mean either, and I'm totally reading too much into it. I don't know. I just expected more...words. And warmth.

So, to cheer myself up, I went to the grocery store during lunch.

On to some fun. Here's a random weekend recap:

• Babies. We visited my friend J this weekend who is so beautifully pregnant I could not help but envy her complete and utter content with life.

• Grapefruit. To make my life easier, I bought a grapefruit spoon this weekend. You know the ones with the serrated edges? Love it!

• Vacation. We found one we loved last week. Didn't book it. Now it's $200 more. Crap.

• Gram. My super-cute grandmother left me this voicemail yesterday: "KK, it's your grandmother. I just wanted to tell you that I love 12 pounds last month. I couldn't believe it and had to let you know." I didn't even know she was trying to lose weight. I mean, I WISH I was her age so I could finally stop fighting with myself and eat whatever the hell I wanted and just not care anymore if I had to wear track suits 24/7. How did she do it? The Special K diet. Seriously.

• RSVPs. I was tasked by my father-in-law to plan a surprise 65th birthday party for my mother-in-law (in all my spare time). Invitations are out, and Mr. KK and I have bets as to when/if the delinquents in his family will respond. (Hint: they had to be called to RSVP to my bridal shower, our wedding and the anniversary party two years ago. Not RSVPing? Is my PET PEEVE.)

To use my favorite oxymoron of all time: Happy Monday!

We Should Start Hiring 6 Year Olds

Today a coworker of mine came to work with "office rules" written out in crayon on a piece of construction paper from her 6 year-old daughter.

They are brilliant.

1. NO throwing garbage.

2. NO yelling in the office.

3. NO breathing fast.
(I'm not quite sure where she thinks her mother works...)

4. NO jogging.

5. NO sweating.

A girl who bans jogging? She's my kind of boss.

I was an only child and i watched a lot of TV

Does anyone else remember a 70's TV show called "Madam" that featured a paper-mache-esque puppet?

Anyone else old enough to remember this show?

Perhaps this will help:



(oh, and speaking of being old, the other day I was chatting with Mr. KK – who is 2 years my junior – and I happened to mention Shrinky Dinks. And he said to me – and couldn't be more serious – "what the hell are Shrinky Dinks?")

I want to be next

It seems everyone is going on vacation.

My friends T and L just got back from a glorious Caribbean cruise where they swam with dolphins.

Last week I picked up my in-laws from the airport from their 10-day Miami adventure, which included many mojitos, a bar crawl in Key West and a cruise to the Bahamas.

Fellow blogger Muffy just got back from a jaunt to Mexico (one of my top 3 favorite places on the planet) where she consumed 7 trees-worth of avocados.

And even my parents, who had to cancel their original vacation due to Dad discovering a stubborn and large kidney stone, are already planning a new and improved getaway.

So add all that to a super stressful work environment, a foot of snow and a large tax refund, and you have one little girl who is desperate to get away from it all.

And once I get something in my head, there's no stopping me.

On to expedia...

take a letter.

Dear Healthy Choice Cafe Steamers™,

I only bought you because you were on sale.

I know it's a new product and maybe you're still ironing out the kinks.

So here's a friendly consumer suggestion: rename your product: "Healthy Choice Cafe Salty".

Because, good lordy, each bite was like licking a salt cube. And by "each bite" I mean "all 4 bites". Because minus the carrots I was able to easily pick out (thank you), that's about all that was left. In order to trick myself into thinking I was eating a full meal, I cut the meat and potatoes up so small that an infant could gum them down with no problem. So it took me – the slowest eater in the east (family and friend awarded title) – under 5 minutes to eat lunch. It took longer to microwave the meal than it took for me to eat it.

And while I appreciate your unique design to steam the veggies and meat separate from the sauce, it's just not enough to make me buy you again.

Parched and hungry in CT,
kk

I've been a naughty girl

I'm doing my best to save money. And not buy things that I don't technically need.

And while there's a foot of snow on the ground, and the stores are all filled with vibrant and fun spring clothes and accessories that I want (read: kill for), I have held my ground.

I haven't made a single purchase in months.

But then I saw these amazingly-wonderful-I-have-to-have-them shoes:



So I brought them.

And it felt awesome.

Next, I'm booking a vacation on which to wear them.