"Party Voice"

On several occsasions when my dad has to travel for work, my mom will accompany him and leave me to take care of the home front. They of course call, nearly every day, to check in. On their most recent trip, my mother called and when I picked up she informed me I didn't have my "party voice" when I had answered. I responded that I didn't know what the hell a "party voice" was and she laughed it off. I guess I missed that joke. Then she preceeded to tell me my friends could sleep in the living room, in the event that they are unable to drive home. I raised an eyebrow to this one. I don't recall anyone I have over being unable to drive home. So now I'm curious to see what they think is happenening when they aren't here. I'm also curious what a "party voice" is if anyone can help me out.

I've always wanted to paint on a building

A friend of mine came across this website; so I encourage you to go and set the little artist in you free. With tools like a paint ball gun and a Jackson Pollock paintbrush how can you resist.

http://www.wetpaintpleasetouch.com/

k-k-k-Katie

I was standing by a shelf full of assorted coffee roasts and an array of travel mugs with the all too familiar Starbucks' logo imprinted on each. Waiting for my early morning pick me up; made on this foggy winter morning by a fellow Katie. Often the barista will sing along to either the music playing overhead or to the music in their heads; but Katie is known for sing-songing everything from general greetings to describing herself making your beverage. That was the first time I heard the very homey and nostalgic "k-k-k-Katie" song or rhyme that my mother's Uncle Ted used to say every time I saw him. Granted her version was much more humorous and a little erratic due to the unknown number of espresso shots she'd had by then. But still, the very same little tune. At first I was slightly upset by this occurrence, the idea that uncle Ted sang that for me; created a rhyme all for one little girl..gone. But then as I got in my car and headed out of the lot the initial disappoint faded. So what if a friend of mine knew about the little diddy of my youth, so what if it's not the big secret I told myself it was. I was still the only "k-k-k-Katie" in my family and I still had the sound of him replaying in my heart.

This seemed easier than listing a bunch of artists I like..