Monthly Archives: September 2009

The Reunion.

The Reunion.

 

The high school reunion that I waited 14 years for is finally over.

 
14 years? I thought it was your 10 year. Yes, it was. But while I was in high school I couldn’t wait until it was over and I could look back years later and say, “Wow, I survived that and look at me now.”
 
“Look at me now.”
 
I really, really learned nothing in high school. Okay, that’s not true. I learned about the social circles that are out there, the types of people there are in the world and how I compare and where I stand on the ladder of life. The only reason high school was even relevant is because it helped me relate to the social issues that the kids at the Non Profit are going through.
 
Our former class president/reunion planner for all of life stood up and made a speech. He said he didn’t want to do any of the cheesy stuff they do at reunions like pull the yearbook out and talk about all of the “most likely” statements from back then. I wanted him to. I wanted the cheesy. That’s what I paid 60 bucks admission to see! Instead, my $60 paid for a lot of other people’s well drinks and dry chicken kabobs. I had a coca cola. Well, maybe people took one look at me and thought I wasn’t drinking because I’m pregnant. It’s not true but it would be an acceptable thought for them to have to explain away my 100 pounds I gained. I could handle that. Good thing no one asked!
 
I had a great time talking to the few people that I knew who where there. In all of the pre-reunion photos I’m sharing with you, only one of the people from any of the photos was there. I grimaced when a certain someone came to our table to say hi to everyone except for me. Why you ask? Well, let me tell you a story.
 
Once upon a time when we were all freshman there was this girl. We’ll call her Meital. Why? BECAUSE THAT’S HER NAME! There were also two other characters in this story besides me; Brent and Josh. Yeah, no names changed because they are GUILTY! When I was a young, shy, impressionable, 14 year old freshman, I asked a boy (who was in all of my classes) named Josh to a dance called Sadie Hawkins. I had waited all week to ask him until Friday after our final class of the day. He said YES! I was elated! I was ecstatic! I was hyper with happiness.
 
The weekend came and went and I was just thrilled all day Saturday and all day Sunday. On Sunday night my phone rang. I answered it and it was a girl named Meital and a boy named Brent. They were conference calling to talk to me. Neither of these individuals had ever paid a single hair of attention to me in the past. I was really confused as to why they were calling me now and how they had gotten my phone number. Yeah, I was cool, I had my own phone line.
 
Meital and Brent proceeded to inform me that Josh couldn’t go with me to Sadie Hawkins because he had already promised them that he would go stag with their group. I asked why HE wasn’t the one calling me and telling me. She told me it was because he was on a ski trip. Classy, huh? I had worked up the nerve to ASK and he had said YES but he couldn’t take the time to work up the nerve to TELL ME he had changed his mind.
 
Never have I ever spoken to Meital or Brent since that day and the favor has been returned. However, in my heart of hearts I REALLY wanted her to finally apologize to me. Nope. Not a chance. It’s not that I expected that someone capable of being so terrible would actually have a heart enough to realize what a beast she was and apologize for her actions but it doesn’t mean that I wasn’t holding out hope. Instead, she ignored me as if I didn’t exist and wasn’t a part of her world. It’s not that I’m not angry with Josh too. He’s just a coward and cowards are harmless. People who control the lives of others and flex their powerful fists for all to see are worse.
 
Katy, why let this one stupid, sorry experience and group of people ruin your evening, your blog post, your high school experience? I’m not. I just hope that they didn’t make a habit of doing this to other people and that I was the one casualty of their small minds.
 
See? High School Reunions, cheaper than therapy.
 
I still need that therapy we talked about.

Holy High School Reunion, Batman!

Holy High School Reunion, Batman!




I had a really hard time getting up and out of bed today. And Friday. My body is ridiculous like that. When I have nowhere to be and I wish it would let me sleep, I’m awake at the butt crack of dawn. When I need to be awake and ready to go, my body revolts and says, “You’re not the boss of me” and takes control of my hands and my arms, making them press the snooze button once, twice, thrice and so on until it’s impossible to have time to take a shower and look halfway decent.

It was pretty important that I look halfway decent today. Tonight was my class reunion. It’s been 10 years since I’ve seen any of these people. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve NEVER seen some of these people so it’s been longer for some. I’ll pretty much be heading straight there after my convention tonight. There are some pretty helpful sessions being held late in the day that I really want to/need to go to so I have to be ready to pull on a dress and get to the reunion.
 
I really didn’t picture my 10 year high school reunion going down this way. My friends and I went to EVERY dance and event that our school ever held. We had a HUGE group of friends and we had such a great time. Generally our group of friends would rent out a bowling alley or an ice skating rink afterwards just to keep things going all night and keep things safe. Yes, then we went to a hotel and slept. Seriously. Most of us SLEPT.
 
My visions of my 10 year reunion included a bunch of us renting a limo or a trolley car and rocking the whole night away and enjoying our built in ride home. Instead, my mom is dropping me off and picking me up. None of my super close friends are going. Luckily I found a few companions that I can stand next to at the punch bowl and wish the night was over with.
 
Why are you even going, Katy? BECAUSE VISIONS OF REUNIONS WERE THE ONLY THING THAT GOT ME THROUGH THOSE FOUR YEARS! And the highway robbery of the $60 it will cost me to go to the reunion is still probably cheaper than all of the therapy I desperately need due to the scars high school has left on me…and I’m not talking acne scars.
 
I’m not bitter. There’s no one I can be bitter towards. Okay, there are a few witches with a B that really impacted the way I felt about myself back then and even hurt the way I might feel now. Sadly, I know for a fact that they didn’t get fat and ugly and move into their parent’s basement. They are still pretty enough and in great shape and live a wonderful life (thanks for that Facebook). At least I won’t be disappointed when I realize that the myths behind after high school life AREN’T TRUE!
 
Next week, when I get home, I’m so renting some awesome movies that still ascribe to those myths.

HyperColor !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HyperColor !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In the 5th grade I had a friend named Trevor who had these awesome shirts that I’ve always wanted since I first saw them. He wasn’t the only kid who had them, there were others. They were kind of a fad. I never got one (see why I’m so tortured?).

They were called Hypercolor. He had at least two of them; a blue one and a pink one. Yes, there was another time in fashion history where it was okay for boys to wear pink. It’s been over 13 years since then and I still want a hypercolor shirt. At the beach last month my best college friend had one that she bought at Kohl’s. I was reminded of how much my life has been lacking these 13 years since I don’t have one.
 
I found one on the American Apparel website a few months ago but the $28 price tag was a bit much for a fashion of the past. Yesterday, Malia and I passed an American Apparel store (that wasn’t there when I grew up here) and so I proclaimed that IF they had one in stock, I would be taking it home with me.
 
The girl at the front desk directed me upstairs. When I arrived at a display that appeared to be THE ONE, a sales girl was blocking me from what I thought was probably my treasure. “Are those the hypercolor tshirts?” I asked.
 
She looked at them and said in a snooty voice, “You mean, the monochromatic shirts? Yes.”
 
“No, I mean Hypercolor. They’ll always be Hypercolor to me”.
 
I grabbed one and tried it on for Malia right there over my shirt. If you don’t have any idea what Hypercolor shirts are, let me fill you in. Hyper color shirts are made with a special dye that changes colors with heat; if you breath into the shirt, if your underarm area is warm (who’s isn’t?), if you get really warm. Malia said they look like tie dye when they are activated.
 
She’s wrong. Katy Shumar DOESN’T wear TIEDYE!
 
There was onely one time in my life that I wore TIE DYE. There was this dance called groovy lovin’. My friends and I went, we tie dyed our own shirts and I wore one. Yuck. I don’t wear tie dye but I’ll wear Hypercolor!

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part Four: To the Beach

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part Four: To the Beach

Yesterday was the final day of my explorations. Today I start my all day conference schedule in Los Angeles. Of course I’ll share with you any sites I see or things I do but really, this is it.

After my dad’s birthday dinner I popped an Ambien to see if it might help me get a complete night of sleep. Sleep, I really need it. After the summer I’ve had, I’d really just like to go somewhere far away, all by myself and sleep for 3 days straight. I woke early again after 7 hours of sleep, I didn’t feel any more or less refreshed but I felt confident that I had slept as much as I needed since I was awake despite being drugged.
 
My best friend from High School came over and we drove down to the beach for a quick afternoon of (window) shopping, lunch and toe dipping in the ocean. We found a great FREE spot to park on the street and began to walk down one side of the street, stopping into almost every shop, even the scary looking ones with names like, “The Electric Chair”.
 
Along the way we saw a bike shop with this baby in the window. Yes, that is bright orange. Once you were in fourth grade, my school allowed you to ride your bike to school and park it at the bike parking lot (haven’t seen anything like that at the schools in Indianapolis). One summer my dad and I sanded down an old Schwinn bike that I have no idea where it came from. We took all of the old paint off and primered it then we painted it … DAYGLOW orange. It was much brighter than this bike but this bike brought back those memories.
 
I loved that bike so much! Orange has never been my favorite color but DAYGLOW adds a whole new dimension to color. If you asked me my favorite color, I would say DAYGLOW. This encompassed all bright colors in that family; orange, yellow, green, pink. It’s been interesting to see these colors make such a huge comeback this summer. However, I haven’t heard the word, “Dayglow” in a while.
 
 
After the DAYGLOW bike sighting, we continued down the street and at the same time declared we wanted to eat at this Mexican food restaurant that we happened upon. We sat on the back patio with the sun beating down on our shoulders through a canvas triangle shade. We drank water and our yummy salsa and HUGE burritos and tacos. Our adventure took us down to the beach where we watched surfers eat it and stuck our feet into the chilly water that lapped at our ankles.
 
And yes, we ended the day with a Slurpee: Banana with a small shot of blue raspberry for me and blue raspberry and cherry for Malia.
 
Other things that happened on day three: I got to see Malia’s new condo before she has even moved into it, I had a FAST dinner with another high school friend at one of my favorite places, Jalapenos (yes, Mexican for lunch AND dinner) and I had an interesting night with my mom and dad.

 

Happy Birthday Dad – If you read my blog, you’d hate this title but I think I’m pretty safe.

Happy Birthday Dad – If you read my blog, you’d hate this title but I think I’m pretty safe.
So this photo pretty much sums up my family and my dad’s ideal birthday.
 
We went out to eat at my favorite restaurant, Souplantation (of course my dad would want to eat someone for HIS birthday that is MY favorite) and then we ate at one of my dad’s favorite places, Coco’s.
 
In honor of my dad’s birthday, I lounged around the house, swam in the hot tub (yes, I do call wrestling with a floatie raft swimming) and went through a box of stuff from my childhood.
 
We had a wildly exciting dinner with my mom, my dad and my great aunt all in attendance. Of course my dad refused to open up his birthday cards at the table lest the server find out it’s his birthday and punctuate the evening with overly excited, overly phony birthday singing. On the way home we drove down a street a few blocks from our home and came upon the above treasure.
 
I wonder what the story is behind this painting? Scorned lover was my only guess, however it seemed to be placed at the trash cans with care, facing the street, begging a passerby to stop and fetch it to take home and hang in their living room. I’m not saying that my family will hang this in their living room but it will have a place of honor somewhere. Guests will probably look at it and say, “I bet that’s one of their daughters”.
 
Yeah, it looks nothing like me so they’ll totally think it’s my sister. I might help that assumption along a little. She is after all, not around to defend herself!

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part Two : 300+ Miles

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part Two : 300+ Miles

Yesterday I woke up, chatted with my little sister in England, sent her photos of my rugby sweater and my dad with a bird nose on, got in the car and drove over 300 miles and collapsed into bed just before 1am.

 
I hate driving so you KNOW I didn’t drive 300 miles just for the sake of driving 300 miles! Within those 300 miles, a lot of magic happened.
 
The first little stand out spots on my trip were San Onofre and San Clemente State Beaches. I didn’t stop there but I did take note and spent almost the entire trip reliving the weeks I spent there the last few summers that I lived in California, including the last two summers of my high school career. It was in these two places that I fell in love for the first time and the second time. Real love. Well, love as I knew it back then. It was also here that my heart was broken one summer as I said goodbye to one of my loves. That’s a whole other Oprah so perhaps another time?
 
For lunch I met up with my friend Sarah and her husband. We went to a little Greek place called Spinners. It was delicious. Their secret ingredient is cinnamon for sure! We spent the afternoon cruising around San Diego and checking out her awesome apartment. Sarah and her husband moved to San Diego to start a new Lutheran church.
 
On my return drive to Orange County I stopped in to Camp Pendleton Marine Base to visit one of the kids that was in my program at the Not For Profit I worked at in the OC. His name is now preceded with “Lance Corporal” and I’m really proud of him. I think that the last time i saw him he was 13 years old and now he’s 21. Next year he is marrying another one of the kids from my program. I’m so happy for both of them!
 
Before I got back on the 405 to battle rush hour traffic, I stopped at a 7-11 and picked myself up a Slurpee. I had so many choices!
 
Rather than select my original mix of 2/3 cherry flavor and 1/3 cola (but put the cola in slowly so that it doesn’t shoot down to the bottom and poison the cherry flavor), I elected to get my new favorite (discovered on last weeks Chicago trip): 4/5 full of BANANA flavored Slurpee with 1/5 cherry on top (again, careful to not allow mixing). In this particular 7-11 there was an excellent buffet of choices!
 
While waiting for my best friend Sean to get off of work, I stopped by the old Not for Profit and said hi to two of my friends from there. They were so surprised to see me. That was a nice visit. Afterwards, I made my way over to the childhood home of my best friend and chatted with her dad for a while. 
 
Finally, Sean was done with work and I had an awesome dinner with Sean and his mother at the Huntington Beach Beer Company. I’m pretty sure we were at the restaurant more than four hours. We shut the place down and left around midnight. I finally crashed into bed around 1am.
 
What a beautiful 300 mile day.

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part One : Dinner with Friends

Katy’s Kalifornia Tour – Part One : Dinner with Friends

Last night I had dinner with one of my close high school friends, his wife and his one year old daughter. We went to California Pizza Kitchen (which I have never been to) which is located in this giant shopping center that is home of two of my former places of employment. When I was 18 I worked as a hostess and eventually a server at Red Robin and when I was 16 I worked at one of my favorite jobs, the movie theatre!

 
I loved working at the movie theatre because I got to see free movies and bring friends along with me all the time. After a short while, someone started stealing from the theatre so they nixed the free movies. Somehow minimum wage wasn’t really worth the job without the movie perk. I began to loathe it.
 
During Christmas break my whole family drove cross country to Viriginia to see my grandparents. I couldn’t go otherwise I would lose my job. I was 16 years old, a junior in high school! Isn’t that a terrible choice to have to make at that age? My parents were awesome and paid for very expensive tickets that would put me in Virginia for Christmas day and get me back in time to not lose my job.
 
When I returned home to work I was abused because I had taken two days off of work. I was forced to do disgusting things that someone handling popcorn shouldn’t have to do; clean vomit up in the bathroom, scrub toilets, etc. From there I went back to handling food. Of course I washed my hands but what about all of the vomit fragment on my clothes!?!? Several of the other concession workers and I started planning a revolt. Remember, we had lost all of our perks and were being grossly mistreated during a HOLIDAY time. Oh, and we’re only in HIGH SCHOOL!
 
We all had this plan that we would walk out as soon as the big rush started. Generally there was a time each day that about three or four movies would start and so the concession area was a zoo. We all talked and planned. It wasn’t MY idea but I was totally willing to do it. Remember, I had vomit and crap fragments all over my clothes and body.
 
Scott, my boss, walked up to me, leaned on the concession stand and said, “Katy, come talk to me” and walked away towards the elevator. I walked around the stand and over to the elevator. He pushed a button, it opened and he said to me, “Step in to my office”. We got into the elevator, the doors closed behind us and he sighed. “I hear you are going to quit Katy” he said.
 
“Scott, you’ve been really awful to me just because I spent time with my family. We made HUGE sacrifices to get me back here and then you abuse me.”
 
“Well, I’m going to need your apron and your name tag.” He stated. (Wait no! I want my apron! Why! Noooooooooooooo! Not! Gross. Here’s your crap fragmented apron. I hope you lick it.)
 
“Scott, I’m willing to finish the day…”
 
“No.”
So was the first and only time I was fired. Although, was I fired? No, I quit.
 
Anyway, dinner. It was yummy and the friends were wonderful! Their baby is adorable! She looks EXACTLY like her daddy. It’s so strange to me that my high school friends are parents. As of this summer, I have been married for EXACTLY half of the time that we have been out of high school. To the day.
 
I don’t have kids. When I see my old friends I still see them as they were when we were 18 so it’s so foreign to me.

Home

Home

Home.

That is where I am right now.
I had to travel about 2500 miles to get here but I made it.
I’m sitting on my parents couch, waiting for my mom to get home from work (so I can borrow her car) and doing dirty laundry.
 
Yes, I packed two whole suitcases of dirty laundry last night and brought them with me from Indiana to California. I never lived in a dorm or an apartment. I’ve never brought loads and loads of laundry home when I’ve visited on the weekends. Now that I’m almost 30, I thought I better try it. In the case of most people who do that, their mom washes it for them but in my case…I’m still doing my own laundry, just like back home. Same laundry, different scene.
 
Even so, I’m happier to do my laundry here and not just because my mom and dad pay the water and electric bill AND I’m using their detergent (costs I never considered until I moved out). Just the mere idea that I’m in California doing my laundry means that I am home!
 
Other things that I never realized were so expensive: toilet paper, paper towels and house cleaning supplies. We always had them so I never thought about it. Thanks Mom and Dad.

 

Sleepless in Suburbia

Sleepless in Suburbia

It’s now 5am on Saturday morning. I’ve been awake since 3:30am. Most people sleep in on Saturday…I do not. However, 3:30 is a bit crazy, even for me. I will be returning to bed soon but I cannot sleep because the following things are on my mind;

My little baby puppy Jolly is sick. Her food has basically been poisoning her since the day she came home with us. We slowly weaned her onto it and she got progressively sicker and I can practically see her ribs! Not good for a growing, developing puppy! Her illness hasn’t affected her demeanor; she’s still super delightful but it has made potty training a living poop hell! She’s had pudding poops almost every single day…inside!

I’m also thinking a lot about my new dishwasher. This long awaited appliance finally arrived yesterday! I really wish my husband had hooked it up before bed last night so that I could actually use it and get some dishes loaded into that baby to see how it works! We’ve been saving dishes for it all week. We paid a lot of extra money for this super duper power scour feature that cleans off baked on apple cobbler. I’ve never made apple cobbler but I might just so that this thing can prove it’s worth!

My high school reunion is this month. 10 years! I’m thinking about how ridiculous it is that the only form of communicating that we’re all getting together was via FACEBOOK! What kind of world is this? How tacky! I think that yes, this is one way but really! Not everyone is on Facebook. I know it SEEMS like EVERYONE is but they aren’t! Facebook wasn’t around when we were in high school and every year I end up seeing that more and more of my classmates ARE getting on Facebook but they aren’t ALL on there. This makes me really mad! So, I’m going home that same weekend for a conference for work but so far I haven’t bought my reunion ticket. Instead I’m having a get together at my parent’s house. Oh, and it won’t cost $60 to see that none of your friends knew about the party!

Chicago happens to be on my mind this morning. In 4 days, my best friend is going to be there. Since it’s only a few hours away I’m driving up to see her! We’re going to spend the night downtown and have a wild time on a Tuesday night!

Darn. I was hoping that writing would make me fall asleep since I am so tired. Didn’t work for me but it probably put you to sleep! :)