robots=danger

SO I just watched a movie that involved a robot gone wrong. When will we learn that we cannot give these robots too much power and intelligence? Have movies taught us nothing? These robots always end up coping an attitude, thinking they can do whatever they want, and take over all control. Usually, they turn against humans and try to kill us all. I think it is best illustrated by the flight of the conchords song Robots. Pretty much the song is about how robots have killed off the entire human race with poisonous gases because we worked them for unreasonable hours . If this doesn't scare you...I don't know what will.

So I guess I am just trying to tell you to watch your back, because you never know when a robot is going to turn on you....baaa! 

The Belly Button Song

I dedicate this song to Chris Taylor and his LOVE for belly buttons:

I gotta button and its not from my shirt, no,no,no,no

I gotta button and its not from my skirt, no,no,no,no

I gotta button its a part of me, its in the middle of my tummy

It's my belly button

and its right underneath my sweater

My belly button, and its holding me together

Better than a zipper or a safety pin, let's sing the belly button song again.

A name for food baby

I have been asked to name my food baby. After much deliberation I have decided that my food baby's name is Fuller. Why Fuller you ask. Well let me tell you. Fuller reminds me of the word full, like how those wonderful tacos filled my stomach with goodness. Plus, it gives me a little flashback to the movie Home Alone... with the cousin named Fuller ("easy on the soda, Fuller"). And that my friends is the name of my food baby. :)

My food baby

I am completely satisfied after having two wonderful soft taco carne asadas from Great Mex. Those tacos tug at my heart strings (and they like to play a little number on my tummy). None the less, I LOVE THEM. After finishing those delectable tacos I looked down at my bodacious abs and notice a tiny bulge where my stomach lies. I, Katie Kremer, have a food baby. I am stuffed to the max, laying (that's for you catherine) on my bed in hopes to stretch my stomach out to make my food baby less noticeable. But it looks as though I am going to have to wait it out. Until friday, my dear carne asada soft tacos ;)

"Be Yourself"

They say, "Be Yourself," like you know exactly what that is...like you're a toaster or something...like there's only one way to pop out you. Well maybe being me isn't just one thing. Maybe just searching for me is being me and not being them-being themselves...being toasters. Maybe being me is more like a breakfast cereal variety pack. Maybe that's what i'll be...today. but tomorrow, who knows? Maybe the blue plate special.

                                                                                                              -anonymous 

Why I take pictures of my feet

Now I know you are DYING to know why I have a picture of my lovely foot on my blog page. Well my dear peeps it is because its awesome. I mean take another look at this pic and really let it speak to you.... (pause for moment of deep emotional connection to the beauty of the pic)...ok now that you have absorbed the greatness of the foot picture let me tell you of its origins. There once (and still is) was a man named Loren, who grew up in the boonies of MN. He was a mischievous man, some might say "crazy". This man meet a beautiful woman and fell in love. They had a child, he was ok I guess, but they felt like they could achieve greatness if they tried again. Low and behold, they had a beautiful daughter who was greatness defined. Her name was Katie...yes ladies and gents... it is I. This man named loren thought it was funny to take pictures of his feet (one toe containing a corn whom we have named rudolph (long story)). This type of picture art became a joke between Loren and his daughter and it grew into a competition of who can have the best foot picture. Even though now they are parted my many many miles they still share photos of their wonderful feet. So, now I have a gallery of feet photos that have touched many many lives. I want to challenge you to really dig deep down into your soul and try taking pictures of your feet... think about it.

Is the 1st week of school supposed to be this hard?

Hello blogger buddies, I am writing again (twice in one day, lucky you). So classes started wednesday the 26th of august, which is grand I love school, but what the heck is with having a paper due on the same friday? I guess now being a senior means no more syllabus days. Its like "welcome back, now drop and give me 5 pages". it's like boot camp for my life...I am already stressing and it hasn't even been a whole week. The upside to this though....GRADUATION in 9 months. Hallelujah!!! I guess through perseverance I will have great reward at the end of these four years at VU. If you want, you can pray for saneness for this year. I would greatly appreciate it. 

My first Blog...woo hoo

Hey there friends?!?! Do I call people friends on here or my blogger buddies, bloggies, other internet enthusiasts,etc.? This is my first blog...can you tell? Hmm. Yeah I don't know what to say. I know this is a lame blog that doesn't really explain me or my life. so to spice things up. I am a chica from the midwest (the best) who loves fall leaves, caramel apples, double features (that's for you Jess), and speaks poor english (and that's for you catherine). My roomies and I like to make music videos on a consistent basis, we are pretty great at it and if you need back up dancers for your tour, I think we are available. Give me a post if you are interested. Welp, I am going to finish my first blog with a wink ;) and a smile :). Peace.