Facebook

I really like the concept of Facebook. I can keep up with what is going on in friend's lives, reconnect with old "friends", and Timeline will actually be worth it in 10 years when we're suffering early onset dementia (from a host of current day bad habits) and want to try to fill in the gaps in our memories.

Shit got pretty monumental on Facebook this week. They went public and it was one of the most popular IPOs of all time, I posted less than 5 status updates, the Harvard Boys Baseball Team went viral, and I was solicited by someone I'm pretty confident I met once but remember zero details about.

Message: "why you gotta be so damn pretty and a memory of mine I will never forget reallllllllllllly hope youd consider going out with me sometime hope to hear from you ya babe 555-555-5555" (obviously I'm not posting his real number)

After some hardcore investigating (i.e. texting our only mutual friend) and him deleting his facebook profile this morning, I'm no closer to solving the mystery.

I'm slightly concerned that the first thought to come into my head is: Coyote Ugly.

Crack the case or let it be? Thoughts? Opinions? Another viral video that I'll love nearly as much as those Harvard boys?

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Fulfillment

I've given a lot of thought lately to what I want to be "when I grow up". I'm a hardworking, well compensated, well appreciated consultant. I'm proud of my work ethic. I'm proud of what I've poured into my job. I'm proud to say that I have identified the steps I need to take to become part of the senior management. And, I'm being encouraged by the right players in that direction. The question is... is that enough?

I've always been free spirited and had a boundless, curious mind. Having had 2 orthopedic surgeries in the past 3 years and looking down the pike of a potential 3rd surgery, I've opened my eyes to understanding the workings of the human body. And let me just tell you, it's fascinating. Growing up, I changed my mind about my future career like most people change their underwear. Note: That means at least once a day. If you are shocked by that sentence, please open your eyes to personal hygiene. I wanted to be a paleontologist, a concert pianist, a psychologist, a car saleswoman, a sports marketing agent for the Dallas Cowboys, a forensic pathologist, a CEO, a professional singer, and most importantly, insanely rich for having accomplished nothing (see: Paris Hilton). Should I now add orthopedic surgeon to the list? The common thread in all these ideas (aside from the fact that a LOT of them start with the letter "P") is that they were fleeting thoughts to which I applied no effort. I never sat down and planned out the steps to achieve any of my dream jobs. And, here I sit, in my cubicle. I'm completing the tasks set before me and feeling more and more detached from the creative, inquisitive mind that I've nurtured for so many years.

When discussing this with great friends last night I received some simple but meaningful advice: "Take at least an hour a day and do something that interests you." And, that's exactly what I plan to do. It may shift from day to day but I am going to learn the code needed to write the next top grossing app, pursue starting up a company, brush up on my piano skills, and continue learning about the human body. I'm finally going to apply effort to my "dreams" and see where it takes me because I don't want to grow old, look back at my life, and realize that I held myself back from being the best "me". Will any of these ideas really take off? Maybe. Maybe not. I might find that my sense of fulfillment comes from generating the ideas as opposed to implementing them. I'm sure I'll find a lot of things out about myself along the way and that is paramount in my journey to lead a fulfilling life.

I challenge you to spend an hour of your day engaging in introspection. Do you feel like there are aspects of your life that could be revamped? Are you headed down the path you want to be on? Are you fulfilled?

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Jawdropper

I am currently in a state of shock.  I'm in the middle of sending out a barrage of work emails when I see that I have a new gmail message from OKCupid.  I get a number of OKCupid emails every week. *I know, I'm so popular...haha!*  I figured it would be like all the rest.  The "suitor" would be anywhere from 4'9"-5'5", 40+ years old, unemployed, and speak/write English as a third language.  I'm incredibly desirable to the loser/reject demographic.  The message:

"Hey You!

What have you been up to? I was hoping to see if you had a pic with your stright hair. so what are you up to this weekend.? Heading to WVA for mother's day?

Pete"

**Unfamiliar with the Pete saga?  Catch up here (2nd half) and here.**

WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT???????????????

The first thing to run through my mind was "my family doesn't even live in WV!"...and then the second thing to run through my mind was "motherf*cker" as my jaw hit the top of my desk.  This shit is "stright" up ridiculous. 

I feel that I should pass along a couple gems from Petey Poo's profile:

#1 - Dear Petey, please meet the comma.  Additionally, please say goodbye to the word 'and' (which I just learned you are only supposed to capitalize every other time you list something).  "What Petey is doing with his life":

working for my future. and loving my job. And learning about everything. and other languages and cultures. And being in the best shape of my life.

#2 - Top 3 favorite things that Petey said "I'm really good at":

1. learning the Kalimba from Africa

2. learning the Native American sprit flute

3. Drinking water

I shit you not.  He actually said he's really good at drinking water.  We clearly would never work together considering when I read that for the first time I spit water all over my computer monitor.

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I'm clearly lacking material for this blog so I'm considering responding.  Thoughts? Opinions?  Prescriptions for antipsychotics that I can pass along to him?

Big Hug and Kiss,

KatieBug

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