Owning Some Crazy

Morning, folks! 

Grab some coffee and settle on in, cause today we're owning some crazy. 

I did a few of these posts about a year ago, but decided I had a little more crazy in me to share.

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 Word. I mean I'd rather be a Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but you get the point.

Alright - let's get crazy.

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You know when you're listening to the radio and the bits come on with the famous people's introductions? Like "this is Miranda Lambert," "hey it's Luke Bryan," "this is Carrie Underwood." Yeah well 99% of the time when I'm in the car alone, I always say "this is Katy Reeves" at the end. Like outloud. Is that weird? Don't you just want to know how you would sound saying your own name on the radio? I've found that I sound like a dodo who doesn't enunciate well. 

I ugly cry every time Rachel gets off the plane. Like I know she will get off the plane. Why does that still affect me? Oh but it does. But I guess I also still laugh at Chandler's jokes even though I've heard them 20+ times. 

Speaking of ugly cry - unless I'm a good solid 5 on the emotional scale - I'm usually crying. Happy? Crying. Sad? Crying. Overwhelmed with emotion of any kind? Crying. Am I proud of it? NO! It's quite an inconvenience. On Idol I used to cry harder than the contestants when they visited their hometowns. I teared up when Eric got into Pennbrooke (yes, I'm referring to Boy Meets World). I just have all the feels. In fact I already feel bad for my future self at my wedding. My ugly cry is going to ruin all my pictures. 

Whenever I need to go to the gym but don't want to - so like 85% of the time - I put on my bathing suit and stand in front of the mirror. 

...it usually gets me to the gym within the next 15 minutes.

I always always always lose the remote in my comforter. Like why are remote controls a neutral color? I need me a neon remote with blinky lights. You know that cool "fast forward through commercials" thing? Yeah - can't much do that when you can't find the blasted remote. #firstworldproblems #justletmebe

I booty dance in the dressing room when I try on clothes. Always have. My mom says she could always tell which room I was in from the feet that were dancing a jig. It doesn't matter what I'm trying on either. Like will I actually be dropping it like it's hot in my pencil skirt for work? Probably not. But my instincts are to make sure I can do the wobble.
Anytime. Anywhere.

When running late for work I've been known to wash the body and then just blow-dry the sweat into my hair and add baby powder. I don't even have children and I can't find time to fully hygiene myself. I'm doomed. PS - ensure your hair is dried completely before adding baby powder or one will create a white..."paste."

Speaking of hair. Once in high school I was out of shampoo, so I ran downstairs before school and borrowed some of my mom's. I started drying my hair - and it would.not.dry. It was like I put waaaay too much coconut oil in my hair or something. So then I go downstairs, complain to my mother, we look at her shampoo, and the genius bought shampoo for women "of" color, rather than women "with" color. I had to miss first and second periods just to get my hair back to normal. 
#shegethercrazyfromhermama

I'm freakishly afraid of the ocean. I haven't even seen the movie Jaws, but even thinking of swimming in the ocean gives me the willies. Like being surrounded by nothing but water and not being able to see sharks until, oh I don't know, they're chewing on your leg!? No. It's not okay. And my pits are sweaty just thinking about it. Jeff wants to visit the Great Barrier Reef in Australia and I'm staying in the boat. What I can see from the comfort of safety will be enough for me, thanks. #sorryboutchanemo #catchyaonthebigscreen

I have a "sleeping position." Like a sure-fire way to fall asleep. If I am slightly restless, I crawl into this position and I'm out within a couple of minutes. I lay on my stomach, push my head into a (man-made) hole between my pillow and the mattress (my bangs look good the next morning), and put my hands above my head on the pillow. I have the ability to fall into the world's deepest REM cycle within 3 minutes of turning my light out. It's my favorite quality about myself. 

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There's a little crazy. 

To read Crazy - Round One, click here. 
To read Crazy - Round Two, click here.
To read Crazy - Round Three, click here. 

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Until next time,
Katy

Still Owning Crazy

This is my third post attributed to owning my crazy. 

Sometimes it's just good to make fun of yourself. Don't take yourself...or life...so seriously. Be a complete nut job. You don't see boring people complaining of having too many friends :)

Word. No one tells it like it is better than a cat in a striped top hat. 

SO - I have ten more reasons supporting why I'm a bit off my rocker. Let's discuss. 

When I have to stop and put gas in my car - I become irate. There is really not much that annoys me more than having to stop for gas. And I know I need to get over it because - hello, 13 gallon tank - but I just haven't yet. It's beyond aggravating. I'm waiting for the future car that runs on solar power. Texas summers are all kinds of ready for that. 

About 5 years ago I legitimately thought I was going to marry Zac Efron. It was right after I kicked cancer in the hiney and I thought anything was possible. I fervently prayed to marry that boy. I dreamed about it. Y'all, we were SO cute together. But then it just didn't work out and I realize God knows a thing or two thousand more than me.

When I trip while walking, whether in front of a crowd or just in front of my dog, I yell something to the effect of "oh my gosh I just tripped!!!" really loudly. It's like I'm vocally supporting the fact that I just looked like a fool and want everyone (or lack thereof) to know that I am a-okay with it. So if you're walking in my neighborhood and hear someone notify you that they just tripped......hey. 

I HATE things that stick to me. Like in baby ballet I explicitly remember running past Miss Keely so I didn't have to have a sticker put on my hand after class. That category also includes.... oh sweet mercy I can't even say it. I'm shivering. I'll give you a hint. "I am stuck on ____-___ brands cause germs don't stick on me." EW. So gross. I can't stand those things. People just take them off and leave them places. As my dad would say, it makes me want to P&V...."puke and vomit." I mean if my kids scrape their knee I'm just going to wrap them up in paper towel and saran wrap because those things will NOT be in my household. (gagging)

My closet? Color coded. By attire type (dress, pants, tops, etc.) and within each attire type by category (tank top, short sleeve, blouses, sweaters, etc). If I find a blue tank in the red sweater section there's gonna be a throw down.

On that OCD note, I am obnoxiously organized when it comes to most things. My Erin Condren planner is like my third arm. BUT - can't believe I'm admitting this - I have 11 thousand unread emails in my gmail account. I KNOW. It's awful. I'm one of THOSE PEOPLE. But it's like one day the advertisements overwhelmed me and it's been a downhill slope ever since. Soooo if you need me....text me. 

Sometimes when I need a break at work, I just go sit on a toilet. Just sit there. And breathe. And not talk. And play on social media. People probably think I'm doing the poo but in reality, I'm just escaping. 

You know how I love to bake, right? Pies, cakes, brownies, etc - I love to bake it all. Well, my baking arch-nemesis is the slice and bake sugar cookie. I've tried SO many times to slice and bake and they end up burnt and brittle every time. The last time it put me over the edge and I literally went and had an ugly cry breakdown in Jeff's room. For 30 minutes. Over a sugar cookie. Poor sweet boy, he signed up for some crazy. 

When on a road trip, I'll sometimes drive Indian-style cross-legged (isn't that the PC way to say it now?). I know it's not really that safe but it's way more comfortable. 

And finally....

Last weekend I was talking to my dad, and somehow presidents came up and I legitimately asked my dad if we had ever had a black president. ((crickets)) Sometimes my mind seriously scares me. 

And those are my recent crazy realizations! See the other batches here and here. 

Peace, love, and Dr. Seuss. 

Until next time,
Katy

Owning More Crazy

Happy Thursday everyone!

This morning I'm linking up with Christina and doing another rendition of Owning My Crazy.  To see my first confession session last month click here. 

Word. 

I would encourage each of you to 'own your crazy.' You don't have to publicize it anywhere, but next time you're sitting in traffic, taking a bubble bath, or just have some down time....think about all the things that make you, you. I promise you'll get a chuckle out of it. And you'll likely have a new sense of pride, too!

So here we go!  Ten more crazies.

Everyone I meet thinks I'm uninhibited and outgoing. 85% of the time that is true, but when that 15% of shyness creeps in, I literally have to give myself a pep talk. When my friends say things like "oh Katy will do it - she's not shy," I have to take a deep breath, pep myself up, and let my extrovert take over. And I'm okay with it - it pushes me out of my comfort zone. 

I absolutely prefer cold cake. Room temperature cake is okay. But put a cake in the fridge and I'm all over it. When I was in high school, my mom made a cake and put it in the freezer to use a few days later, and I ate half the cake. Straight out of the freezer. Cold cake is my kryptonite.

I think the perfect of coffee has one and a half splenda/stevia/truvia, whatever. Not one, not two, but one and a half. I've tried to adapt, but it's just not the same. Which really poses a problem when I make coffee in the morning. Save the half splenda packet or throw it away? It's a struggle. And I"m totally that girl who orders 1.5 splenda in her Starbucks coffee.

I mentioned this in my original post, but I sleep with my heating pad every.single.night. Winter or summer, spring or fall - I have to have the heating pad. My mom and sister are the same way. It's a Reeves thing. 

Similarly, I absolutely hate being cold. Heat makes me happy. The other day I got a slight chill in the car so I turned the heat on high. Then I looked at the outside temp and it was 89 degrees. High heat inside and 89 degrees outside. That's how I roll.

When I work out on the cardio machines (elliptical, crosstrainer, etc.) I choreograph dances. I have done this since high school. I pretend I'm on DWTS or SYTYCD and choreograph countless dances in my head. The thing is, choreography makes me happy, so I often smile while I'm doing this. So to the other gym members, I probably just look like the girl who's having the time of her life on the elliptical.

If there's one thing I hate in life, it's raisins. I love grapes, but the dried version is just nasty. .....but I love dried cranberries and blueberries. Tell me how that makes sense.

Sometimes my mind wakes up before my body and it scares the bejeezus out of me. I'm awake, but can't move, and so it's this terrifying paralyzed feeling. This happen to anyone else? No? Okay maybe I should get this checked out.

I think odd numbers are ugly. If the stars align to where I'm supposed to get married in an odd year, I'm likely going to have a super short or super long engagement. Give me all the even. 

I wear my shoes into the ground....and can't part with them. I get a lot of compliments on my shoes, and in my head I'm like "please don't look too close." Chances are they have holes in the soles, teeth marks on the heel from when Char was a puppy, or they're tearing from overwear. I know. It's a problem. 

Whew! That's enough crazy for today. I'm so weird. Have a fantastic {almost} Friday everyone! 

....and OWN IT, PEOPLE.

Until next time,
Katy

Owning the Crazy

On this Thursday we are owning all the crazy. 

I'm a quirky person. Hey guess what, you are too. That's what makes people-loving so fun. We all are unique individuals who enjoy the common and laugh at the uncommon. 

Never be normal. Never be boring. Be you. We love you for you. People love me for me and I am here to tell you that it ain't always easy :) I'm a little crazy. But that's okay...cause today I'm owning the crazy :)

-- Every morning, I check to make sure I've turned off my curling iron/straightener/coffee maker about 5 times before I walk out the door. I've even been known to take pictures for peace of mind. I'm terrified of burning the house down.

-- Similar to that above, Kelsey's dog, Gatsby, is a smaller dog who tends to like to escape out an open door every now and then. One day last week I circled around the block and came home three different times to make sure he was still in the house. Needless to say I was late to work that day. 

-- At the workplace I am very much Type A, but in my personal life I have so many Type A friends, that I like to kick back, relax, and just let them take care of me. I can go from Type A to Type F real quick.

-- I only will drink water out of water bottles. It's due to no reason and is not a personal preference. But I promise you if a bottle of water is on my desk, it'll be gone within 10 minutes. If a glass of water is on my desk, it'll sit there all day.

-- If someone makes me mad/sad/anything but happy, my world will instantly fall apart. I don't have the ability to separate my emotions from....well anything. BUT, in about 30 minutes I'll be pretty much over it. I have a short fuse, and insta-tears, but I can't hold a grudge to save my life.

-- I am extremely incapable of making a decision. Like I just can't do it. Unfortunately, Jeff can't either. The majority of our little 'tiffs' are centered around our inability to pick a restaurant. No joke.

-- I don't wear jeans. But I really want to. I seriously think I'm scared of them. I just don't think there are jeans out there for my body type. So yes, I have a fear of wearing jeans. 

-- When I'm on long car rides alone, I'll turn on some good female country and pretend I'm in a music video. I'll even turn on the AC full blast for the windblown effect. And yes I just admitted that.

-- I've never (ever) successfully completed a diet/cleanse/challenge. Not exaggerating. I have no will power. If I want the ice cream, I will eat the ice cream.

-- If I think about an awkward or uncomfortable moment/situation, I'll say "NO" out loud. It's a problem. It's happened in meetings. No idea why. It's like my subconscious doesn't want to relive it and needs to make it known to the rest of the body.

So there's ten Katy crazies for you. For those of you who don't know me, well, I hope I didn't scare you off and you'll continue to 'keep up with Katy.' (See what I did there?) For those of you who do know me, I'm pretty sure you all just chuckled and nodded in agreement. Thanks for loving my crazy :)

Until next time,
Katy