Guilty Pleasure

So I have this new little guilty pleasure...it's just a song...by a guy who I'm pretty sure 7th graders are stalking...but it's been advantageous. Fine. I'll let it out. The song by Jesse McCartney *GASP* called "Leavin'". Really, I can't help it, he tells me not to stress. "Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress, girl you deserve nothin but the best". I totally thought it was Chris Brown or something when I heard it on the radio. I'm completely addicted. I say it is advantageous because when I was running at the gym the other night, I found this was perfect tempo for a quick jog to a slow run (my haunts). I must have listened to it 4 times in a row... When I listen to it while I'm walking to the bus stop or in the car, or while I'm in the shower, doing homework, whatever--my brain is consumed with the beat, and I do awkward (there's that awkward stage thing Katie)things. I realized yesterday, that I shouldn't listen to it when other people are around, because I look like a fool. I get this silly little grin on my face, and my neck just starts bouncing side to side, and then I get this bouncy step thing going on. I was listening to it yesterday morning when I walked into work, and since no one was around, I allowed myself to "bust a move". I was applying techniques from my Body Jam class at the gym in real life. I was doing that "krumping" thing (Make fists, elbows out to the side, and pump your fists in toward your chest, and back out, but really fast.) Oh, and by the way, I just did it right now (people are in the office now...) so I could describe it to you. I was almost discovered, but luckily the guy that came walking down the hall was looking somewhere else (though he was totally facing me...whew!!)
Anyway, I realized yesterday, that everytime I hear the beat (downbeat and third beat) I sorta saunter...there is a lingering bend in the leg I'm standing on at that point (a rhythmic walk). So I either look like I have a gimp (because of course I take a step every beat, and since it beats every other, it means the same leg always does the bendy thing), or I think I'm so fly. Look--I just said "I'm so fly", methingks I have indulged a little much! Seriously though, it consumes my brain. I grin, I bob my head (not the weird chicken neck, but more of a sharp side to side Egyptian-ish thing...but really, is either one better than the other??), and as I'm typing this, I realize I sorta type in rhythm...

On another note, I've become completely obsessed with making a fabulous cake for Josh for his birthday on Thursday. I finally know what I'm going to do, but you'll have to wait until Thursday. I've also been trying to figure out what I can make for Josh for his birthday. We are starting a tradition (stole it from my sister Kristen :D It's like Mom said, I only copy you because I want to be just like you!) where one present (birthday and Christmas) has to be homemade, and no, food/cakes/cupcakes etc. don't count. I went to Michael's yesterday looking for projects. Most were so super girly, it was difficult. Then I decided I would knit him an Afghan (btw--I pronounce that word with 2 syllables, not 3...;) ). The book I was looking at said I could learn how to do it in 10 hours. Mind you, I have never knit anything in my life, and I haven't crocheted anything since 3rd grade...and those were just single strands of yarn, I never actually made anything. So I asked the closest sales associate for some guidance. She literally laughed in my face. Not joking. Busted out laughing. I thought she was going to fall over. "You want to knit an Afghan for Thursday??!!!". I retorted, "It said I could do it in 10 hours!". Well, her sister who does blankets all time takes over a month to do one. Fine! So the book lied. She suggested potholders, but, umm, I don't really like those...so then she took me to the kid's craft section. She suggested I make him a necklace or a bracelet out of beads. Umm...NO. Did I mention my husband is a MAN?? That was awkward because she told me she made one for her husband and he wore it all the time until it broke...I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to offend, but Josh does NOT wear beads...I think she used the term "manly beads". Hmm. (Don't worry Josh, that's not happening). So anyway, I'm basically back to square one, and I have 2 days. So, suggestions anyone??? Please??? (Oh, and boondoggle is not an acceptable suggestion)