For the past semester I thought I was a good cook. I would find a recipe on Pinterest or who knows where and then whip out the dinner. Done. I would offer it to the guys and they would eat it up and tell me I was great. But after this semester, my entire life as I knew IS A LIE...
Girls make the most amazing food. Or if they make the food, they like to share. Which is awesome when it comes to food. Literally I'm sitting playing on Pinterest and Rachel asked if we want chocolate pudding. CHOCOLATE PUDDING. Hell yea. No one says no to chocolate pudding.
Living with guys, I was the one who offered to share my dinner most of the time. It was a real confidence booster when they would eat it in minutes. (I'm sure that was because they were hungry, not because the food was editable.) With the guys we had a family dinner night a couple times. I would have to thank Alec for that (aka roommate of the month five months in a row). He's a real crowd pleaser (and girls-he's single). Though the main dish after Thanksgiving was left in the fridge for over three months...it's safe to say that those leftovers and the dish (for a safety precaution) where thrown away.
While with girls, there's sharing of little food here and there:
"Hey Katrina, want some carrots?" "Yea, thanks!"
"How about some homemade macaroni?" "Obviously, gimme some."
"What about some chicken noodle soup?" "YES."
Ok I'll admit, these were all said from my roomie Rachel. So maybe it's just Rachel feeding me, SOMEONE has to to since I'm apparently not a good cook.
I also hate touching raw meat and cracking open eggs. The second I do, it is a must to wash your hands. Otherwise, the disgusting germs from the uncooked food could get from your hands to the counter, onto someone else's hands, where they touch the doorknob, and I-after I had washed my hands-now touch the doorknob, and then eat cheese curls, then lick my fingers. I could get salmonella poisoning or some other disease!
SO I will leave you with two simple ideas:
1. Next time you happen to be butchering some raw meat think about the cheese curls!
2. If you happen to visit me, ask Rachel for food, your tummy will never be happier! (:
with luv,
katrina
Monday, March 10, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
New Vocab Terms
Girls
Kardashians
noun
1. rich short girls with big butts. They are famous because the dad is a rich lawyer. And they have lots of drama and they think people care. Really we just think it's stupid that you would name a child North West.
"The Kardashian with a butt just got married. Oh wait, now she's divorced. I wonder how insane they are to not be able to keep a solid relationship?"
Wine
noun
1. drink of classy girls
"Mmm that Barefoot moscato was some great cheap wine."
verb
1. when girls get mad at each other and complain...drinking is also involved.
"Lemme get my wine cause I'm about to whine about this b**** who did something I don't like. And I'm the sh** so whatever I say goes. Toast to me."
E! Channel
noun
1. a television station that has literally nothing on 24/7 but reruns of rich girls acting like snots and more rich girls complaining about how poor they are. This channel should be forever eliminated from the television for the amount of brain cells I have lost just glancing at the dumb people "acting".
"Excuse me, I have to go to the hospital after I just watched E!'s #Richkids of Beverly Hills for 5 seconds. I need to make sure I can still think and function like a normal human being. Too late, my IQ just dropped."
Coupon
noun
1. Pieces of paper you get when you shop at a store that save you money.
"Score-just bought stouffer's macaroni and cheese and they gave me a coupon to buy more and stuff myself with deliciousness!"
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Boys
Netflix
noun
1. heaven at the click of your XBox controller. TV show marathon-NOW
"Let's watch all Parks are Recreation episodes on Netflix instead of going to class and doing homework!"
Beer
noun
1. The drink of choice by the typical teenage male.
"Beer. I'm a boy. Yum."
Franzia
noun
1. The drink of choice by a guy who tries to be classy.
"I don't know anything about wine, but I know b**** like Franzia."
ESPN
noun
1. The television station that has sports 24/7.
2. A television station that is left on during the day, but on one watches it.
"The Seahawks won the Superbowl, duh. Yea I saw that awesome play they did like 20x on ESPN."
-with luv,
katrina
Kardashians
noun
1. rich short girls with big butts. They are famous because the dad is a rich lawyer. And they have lots of drama and they think people care. Really we just think it's stupid that you would name a child North West.
"The Kardashian with a butt just got married. Oh wait, now she's divorced. I wonder how insane they are to not be able to keep a solid relationship?"
Wine
noun
1. drink of classy girls
"Mmm that Barefoot moscato was some great cheap wine."
verb
1. when girls get mad at each other and complain...drinking is also involved.
"Lemme get my wine cause I'm about to whine about this b**** who did something I don't like. And I'm the sh** so whatever I say goes. Toast to me."
E! Channel
noun
1. a television station that has literally nothing on 24/7 but reruns of rich girls acting like snots and more rich girls complaining about how poor they are. This channel should be forever eliminated from the television for the amount of brain cells I have lost just glancing at the dumb people "acting".
"Excuse me, I have to go to the hospital after I just watched E!'s #Richkids of Beverly Hills for 5 seconds. I need to make sure I can still think and function like a normal human being. Too late, my IQ just dropped."
Coupon
noun
1. Pieces of paper you get when you shop at a store that save you money.
"Score-just bought stouffer's macaroni and cheese and they gave me a coupon to buy more and stuff myself with deliciousness!"
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Boys
Netflix
noun
1. heaven at the click of your XBox controller. TV show marathon-NOW
"Let's watch all Parks are Recreation episodes on Netflix instead of going to class and doing homework!"
Beer
noun
1. The drink of choice by the typical teenage male.
"Beer. I'm a boy. Yum."
Franzia
noun
1. The drink of choice by a guy who tries to be classy.
"I don't know anything about wine, but I know b**** like Franzia."
ESPN
noun
1. The television station that has sports 24/7.
2. A television station that is left on during the day, but on one watches it.
"The Seahawks won the Superbowl, duh. Yea I saw that awesome play they did like 20x on ESPN."
-with luv,
katrina
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Super Bowl 2014 Update
SUPER BOWL 2014 UPDATE
Every year when the Super Bowl comes on, I feel very awkward. I don't care enough about football to watch it like a guy would, nor do I care enough to be a girl and pretend to enjoy it when I watch it. I think it is such a stupid American tradition to watch gigantic men push each other and throw things.
So far today I made chocolate chip pancakes and eggs this morning, did the dishes, and camped myself out in my room doing homework because that is important to me. (And I'm also eating homemade apple chips because those are also important to me.)
I stepped out into the kitchen and what did I see? Three women being dutiful in the kitchen. They all are bring at least two dishes to this Super Bowl party we are going to. I felt a little left out that I wasn't had rolling pigs in a blanket or preparing a 7 layer dip that took a year to prepare, but then I was like nawww who wants to try for an event that excites me just about as much as starting a stamp collect does? So instead I'm nomming on some apple chips and writing this blog.
I'm not staying it's bad to prepare gourmet meals for this, but I know that guys aren't all about making this some fancy event and probably won't even notice the hard work you did in preparing it. My old roommate, Ben, is just going over to his friends and eating chips that they had lying around in the apartment. And the people who are coming to this Super Bowl party will probably grab some half-eaten chips as well before they come to say they brought something. I'm taking a page out of this book and bringing super easy just-pop-it-out-of-the-container-and-put-it-in-the-oven-and-wait-10-minutes muffins because 1) I'd feel bad if I didn't bring anything and 2) I gotta look like I tried to be a woman today instead of giving no cares about this.
Is anyone on the same page as me about this?
I feel that we are in a society where if you don't watch the Super Bowl, some outside force deemed you uncool. That's the only logical, but stupid reason I can think of.
I guess guys actually care about sports to an extent, but I know growing up I used to pretend to care about one team or another to try to appear all sporty or whatnot. Now the sports I keep up with and actively participate in are ping pong and competitive napping (those are quite enthralling, you should try it sometime).
So I am going tonight to socialize and just nom on munchies and maybe try to sit in every seat in the apartment to find out which one is the comfiest to watch the commercials that are sexists and stupid, but extremely funny at the same time, while also trying not to look like an idiot when I didn't even try to dress in one of the teams colors. Yup, that's America for you.
Ok, I'll admit this was just a rant about the Super Bowl, but I hope that it gave you some insight on a girl's opinion and the idea that girls-and guys-shouldn't have to watch it because everyone else is. You can do your own thing. Being original is even better than boring yourself for a couple of hours.
with luv-
katrina
Every year when the Super Bowl comes on, I feel very awkward. I don't care enough about football to watch it like a guy would, nor do I care enough to be a girl and pretend to enjoy it when I watch it. I think it is such a stupid American tradition to watch gigantic men push each other and throw things.
So far today I made chocolate chip pancakes and eggs this morning, did the dishes, and camped myself out in my room doing homework because that is important to me. (And I'm also eating homemade apple chips because those are also important to me.)
I stepped out into the kitchen and what did I see? Three women being dutiful in the kitchen. They all are bring at least two dishes to this Super Bowl party we are going to. I felt a little left out that I wasn't had rolling pigs in a blanket or preparing a 7 layer dip that took a year to prepare, but then I was like nawww who wants to try for an event that excites me just about as much as starting a stamp collect does? So instead I'm nomming on some apple chips and writing this blog.
I'm not staying it's bad to prepare gourmet meals for this, but I know that guys aren't all about making this some fancy event and probably won't even notice the hard work you did in preparing it. My old roommate, Ben, is just going over to his friends and eating chips that they had lying around in the apartment. And the people who are coming to this Super Bowl party will probably grab some half-eaten chips as well before they come to say they brought something. I'm taking a page out of this book and bringing super easy just-pop-it-out-of-the-container-and-put-it-in-the-oven-and-wait-10-minutes muffins because 1) I'd feel bad if I didn't bring anything and 2) I gotta look like I tried to be a woman today instead of giving no cares about this.
Is anyone on the same page as me about this?
I feel that we are in a society where if you don't watch the Super Bowl, some outside force deemed you uncool. That's the only logical, but stupid reason I can think of.
I guess guys actually care about sports to an extent, but I know growing up I used to pretend to care about one team or another to try to appear all sporty or whatnot. Now the sports I keep up with and actively participate in are ping pong and competitive napping (those are quite enthralling, you should try it sometime).
So I am going tonight to socialize and just nom on munchies and maybe try to sit in every seat in the apartment to find out which one is the comfiest to watch the commercials that are sexists and stupid, but extremely funny at the same time, while also trying not to look like an idiot when I didn't even try to dress in one of the teams colors. Yup, that's America for you.
Ok, I'll admit this was just a rant about the Super Bowl, but I hope that it gave you some insight on a girl's opinion and the idea that girls-and guys-shouldn't have to watch it because everyone else is. You can do your own thing. Being original is even better than boring yourself for a couple of hours.
with luv-
katrina
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Magic
A girls' apartment is magical. Literally. I have never believed until now that a thing called magic existed.
I'll give you an example:
I don't know if it's a ghost or some mysterious greater power, but it's there, in my apartment.
For dinner I decided to eat cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal for dinner (I am a cheap and lazy college student, don't judge). I know how much girls don't appreciate dishes lying around the house, so after I finished eating I picked up my dish from the table and filled it up with water in the sink, and waited to let the oatmeal particles loosen so it would be easier to wash. I used the bathroom and less than 5 minutes later-the oatmeal bowl in the sink had disappeared. I kid you not.
And this happens all the time. Just walking into the kitchen, one minute there is a dish, the next-it's gone. Crazy.
Guys don't care about cleaning. Dishes piled up sky high because we were always busy doing work or more important things. That's when the flies started coming. The amount of fruit flies that lived in our apartment was stupidly high. And they wouldn't just stay in the kitchen-a ton migrated to my bathroom like I was keeping a stockpile of bananas back there. So Alec (who was nominated best roommate 5 months in a row and counting) got some fruit fly tape. I am more of a natural girl and prefer to use home remedies, so I found this great recipe for trapping those pesky critters: all you need is apple cider vinegar and dish soap (breaks the surface tension of the vinegar) and a container (I used both a cup and a plate, but the plate work wayyyy better).
It goes like this:
Pour about a cup of vinegar into your container of choice.
Add a couple of drops of dish soap (I do 3-5)
And wha-la! In the next 24 hours, all the fruit flies will flock to this concoction.
I would leave it there for closer to 48 hours or 72 just to make sure I got all the suckers. The only downside is that the room that you put this in reeks of vinegar. I put mine in the shower and didn't take a shower for a day or two, but that is the price I will pay for a bug-free apartment. I'll just put a ton of body lotion and spray, so people would assume I live in Bath and Body Works.
As a girl in an all-guys man cave, it was my dutiful job as a woman to do the dishes in their eyes. (And the boys did the trash and recyclables.) Surprisingly, even though I embody many feminist and liberal ideas of women equality/power, I didn't mind doing the dishes as much as I thought. It's not hard putting a dish into a dishwasher. Nothing was washed by hand. Simple. And surprisingly calming. Even dishes I'm pretty sure were supposed to be hand-washed, nope, they went straight into the mouth of the cleaning machine.
What I don't understand is that girls like to hand-wash everything. Apparently it's "therapeutic". I did not get the memo. This lazy butt is putting spoons and cups in the dishwasher. Why wash something when a magical machine does the work and make it effortless for you?
But all in all, this girl prefers the magic to the flies any day.
-with luv,
Katrina
I'll give you an example:
I don't know if it's a ghost or some mysterious greater power, but it's there, in my apartment.
For dinner I decided to eat cinnamon roll flavored oatmeal for dinner (I am a cheap and lazy college student, don't judge). I know how much girls don't appreciate dishes lying around the house, so after I finished eating I picked up my dish from the table and filled it up with water in the sink, and waited to let the oatmeal particles loosen so it would be easier to wash. I used the bathroom and less than 5 minutes later-the oatmeal bowl in the sink had disappeared. I kid you not.
And this happens all the time. Just walking into the kitchen, one minute there is a dish, the next-it's gone. Crazy.
Guys don't care about cleaning. Dishes piled up sky high because we were always busy doing work or more important things. That's when the flies started coming. The amount of fruit flies that lived in our apartment was stupidly high. And they wouldn't just stay in the kitchen-a ton migrated to my bathroom like I was keeping a stockpile of bananas back there. So Alec (who was nominated best roommate 5 months in a row and counting) got some fruit fly tape. I am more of a natural girl and prefer to use home remedies, so I found this great recipe for trapping those pesky critters: all you need is apple cider vinegar and dish soap (breaks the surface tension of the vinegar) and a container (I used both a cup and a plate, but the plate work wayyyy better).
It goes like this:
Pour about a cup of vinegar into your container of choice.
Add a couple of drops of dish soap (I do 3-5)
And wha-la! In the next 24 hours, all the fruit flies will flock to this concoction.
I would leave it there for closer to 48 hours or 72 just to make sure I got all the suckers. The only downside is that the room that you put this in reeks of vinegar. I put mine in the shower and didn't take a shower for a day or two, but that is the price I will pay for a bug-free apartment. I'll just put a ton of body lotion and spray, so people would assume I live in Bath and Body Works.
As a girl in an all-guys man cave, it was my dutiful job as a woman to do the dishes in their eyes. (And the boys did the trash and recyclables.) Surprisingly, even though I embody many feminist and liberal ideas of women equality/power, I didn't mind doing the dishes as much as I thought. It's not hard putting a dish into a dishwasher. Nothing was washed by hand. Simple. And surprisingly calming. Even dishes I'm pretty sure were supposed to be hand-washed, nope, they went straight into the mouth of the cleaning machine.
What I don't understand is that girls like to hand-wash everything. Apparently it's "therapeutic". I did not get the memo. This lazy butt is putting spoons and cups in the dishwasher. Why wash something when a magical machine does the work and make it effortless for you?
But all in all, this girl prefers the magic to the flies any day.
-with luv,
Katrina
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Ellen vs. How I Met Your Mother
I'm a busy person. I go to school, do homework, hang out with friends, and of course watch television. I'm not very good at multitasking, at most I can sleep and breathe. Forget walking and texting, I run into things. But when it comes to watching a show or movie, I watch when my brain hurts and I need a break from the every day hustle and bustle. I put it on, grab a snack and watch. Food and tv go well together: making dinner and watching tv; eating dinner and watching tv; cleaning up after dinner and watching tv. Even then I watch a show I'm interested in or the news so I can be informed. Other than that, I don't want my entire life to be engulfed in this seemly "magical rectangle".
When I was with boys, I would come home for dinner, make some nom nom, and turn on Netflix. We went through:
American Horror Story, season 1
Digimon, season 1 (focusing mostly on when they ultimate digivolved)
How I Met Your Mother, all the seasons on Netflix
Heroes, season 1 and 2 (after that, it just get's bad)
and multiple documentaries (I recommend Happy, Craigslist Joe and Miss Representation)
We would get obsessed with a tv show and watch it to watch it. I wouldn't even have to ask if they would want to watch it. The conversation would go:
I walk into the apartment.
Ben: "Heroes?"
Me: "YES!"
Ben: "Cool."
Turn on tv and Netflix and watch episodes on episodes.
TV was such a social activity as well. When it was on, we would all leave our rooms like we were zombies interested in eating someone and navigate ourselves onto the couches. We'd watch and talk about our days.
But alas, as guys, they leave ESPN on ALL THE TIME. Who is watching that recap of the Cowboys vs. Eagles? No one. Or the highlights from yesterdays game. No one is in the room. I've seen this clip for the 100th time. Boys and ESPN are like girls and HGTV or reruns of classic shows (Boy Meets World, Full House, etc.). The girls who I'm living with now are pretty good about turning the tv off when they leave the room. Mostly I think it's because they all have one in their rooms.
It's not as social anymore. At night when everyone is cooling down from the days work, they all go to their rooms and watch their tv shows. Already I've needed a tv watching buddy and have jumped into Kayla's bed (1. because it's comfier than mine and 2. because I feel that I need someone else to laugh at all the stupid jokes the characters make on tv).
So of course, I caved: I'm borrowing a small tv in my room this semester. Now that I can watch episodes of the Newsroom and Girls, I may never leave this room. Possible I'll bring back slumber parties and make forts cool again so people can come to me and I don't have to leave. I'll get the best of both worlds: socializing with the pals while experiencing it all from the comfort of my bed and snuggling with my stuffed animal squirrel.
Perfect.
-with luv,
katrina
When I was with boys, I would come home for dinner, make some nom nom, and turn on Netflix. We went through:
American Horror Story, season 1
Digimon, season 1 (focusing mostly on when they ultimate digivolved)
How I Met Your Mother, all the seasons on Netflix
Heroes, season 1 and 2 (after that, it just get's bad)
and multiple documentaries (I recommend Happy, Craigslist Joe and Miss Representation)
We would get obsessed with a tv show and watch it to watch it. I wouldn't even have to ask if they would want to watch it. The conversation would go:
I walk into the apartment.
Ben: "Heroes?"
Me: "YES!"
Ben: "Cool."
Turn on tv and Netflix and watch episodes on episodes.
TV was such a social activity as well. When it was on, we would all leave our rooms like we were zombies interested in eating someone and navigate ourselves onto the couches. We'd watch and talk about our days.
But alas, as guys, they leave ESPN on ALL THE TIME. Who is watching that recap of the Cowboys vs. Eagles? No one. Or the highlights from yesterdays game. No one is in the room. I've seen this clip for the 100th time. Boys and ESPN are like girls and HGTV or reruns of classic shows (Boy Meets World, Full House, etc.). The girls who I'm living with now are pretty good about turning the tv off when they leave the room. Mostly I think it's because they all have one in their rooms.
It's not as social anymore. At night when everyone is cooling down from the days work, they all go to their rooms and watch their tv shows. Already I've needed a tv watching buddy and have jumped into Kayla's bed (1. because it's comfier than mine and 2. because I feel that I need someone else to laugh at all the stupid jokes the characters make on tv).
So of course, I caved: I'm borrowing a small tv in my room this semester. Now that I can watch episodes of the Newsroom and Girls, I may never leave this room. Possible I'll bring back slumber parties and make forts cool again so people can come to me and I don't have to leave. I'll get the best of both worlds: socializing with the pals while experiencing it all from the comfort of my bed and snuggling with my stuffed animal squirrel.
Perfect.
-with luv,
katrina
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Let's start from the beginning
Lemme give you a little background about where I live...
Last semester I lived with three guys. I'm going to repeat that because it's not normal for a typical girl....THREE GUYS. And surprisingly I loved it. I barely even knew them before I moved in, but after I left, those boys are my brothers and I would do anything for them.
This semester I am living with three girls. Definitely a change of pace. I've only been living with them for a week and everything from dishes to everyday activities to tv is different. I feel like I am living on a totally different planet.
Throughout this semester, I'll be posting all about my experiences, so sit back, read, and feel free to laugh out loud.
-with luv,
katrina
Last semester I lived with three guys. I'm going to repeat that because it's not normal for a typical girl....THREE GUYS. And surprisingly I loved it. I barely even knew them before I moved in, but after I left, those boys are my brothers and I would do anything for them.
This semester I am living with three girls. Definitely a change of pace. I've only been living with them for a week and everything from dishes to everyday activities to tv is different. I feel like I am living on a totally different planet.
Throughout this semester, I'll be posting all about my experiences, so sit back, read, and feel free to laugh out loud.
-with luv,
katrina
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