Thursday, May 31, 2012

Summer-isms, Vol. 33

"I heard a big fat fart."

"I don't think anybody has any complaints about my infertility."

"I think I should know better by now not to buy a button-up shirt."

"I need to get Cancer Insurance before I get Cancer."

"I don't believe in telling people what not to do. I believe in telling people what not to wear after they're already wearing it."

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Motherly Love

I suppose if you're going to have seven kids you learn a thing or two about raising them.  Take my mom, for example.

She had an amazing ability to NOT play with us.  "Mom! Come here! Play with me!" (or whatever).  "I can't!" she'd reply. "I have a bone in my leg!" And then she'd make us feel her shin bone and we would feel so so so sorry for her with that bone in her leg.

Another thing she'd do is turn it around on the tattle-teller.  For example, if I came running up to her complaining that Pete had just hit me, she'd get super sympathetic and say, "Oh, poooooor Kaaaaady. Now you go and tell him you're sorry."  And I would!

And you know how when you hurt yourself, and you run up to your mom and say, "it hurts when I do this?" and then you bend your finger or whatever? She would always say, "well, stop doing that."

Now, THAT'S good parenting!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Hal-isms, Vol. 25

"The only goin' I'm doin' is takin' a leak."

"I only said some of the stuff in jest, it wasn't like it was reality or something. It's probably other people that act like this."

"I don't like to hear myself talk because I already know what I'm going to say. I just talk to keep the conversation going."

"You should be a therapist. I'd walk outta there feeling great."

"You only have 35-40 readers. They could be sending this around the world."

Monday, May 28, 2012

My Empty Womb

An Unsolicited Confession:

One time, when I was shopping for the 1,000,000th Baby Shower I threw for my 1,000,000th pregnant friend, I was standing at Target in the baby aisle and looking at the tiny little socks and feeling a little bit sorry for myself because I was single and childless and sort of fat that day.  I looked down at my belly...

"if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"

...then I rubbed it, like a pregnant woman should and continued caressing my unborn child while looking at the baby stuff.

Then I probably went home and had a beer.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Sunday Favorites: Advice for a Single Gal

New to A Lady Reveals Nothing? You've missed SO MUCH. Not to worry. Every Sunday, I dig through the archives to repost an old favorite. Mostly because I'm too lazy to come up with new content every single day. Enjoy! This story originally appeared on April 12, 2011, when I lived in Brazil:

Meet Jacina and Aldo. I am renting a house in back of their place but they invite me for dinner all the time.  I love them.  They speak no English and I speak no Portuguese.  Tonight I pantomimed a story about how my dad wipes his boogers on his pants, and then later wipes his hands on his pants to clean his hands.  Aldo pantomimed back that nobody will want to marry a girl who wipes things on her pants.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Funny Stuffing

About twelve years ago, my sister Kasey had her ovary removed because of a gargantuan cyst that grew inside of it while she was pregnant with my nephew Miles.

When they removed it from her body, it looked exactly like this photo I robbed from Google Images: (We do have a photo of her ovary being wrenched from her innards, but it's a Polaroid and I couldn't be bothered to find it and scan it.)

No joke.  It was THAT big.  We called it her dinosaur egg.

Shortly after the ginormous tumor removal surgery, we went to Lund's grocery store. She was limping around like a darn fool (wimp). I convinced her to take it easy and use one of those wheelchairs they have for customers' use. She was weirded out by it but I kept telling her, "that's what they're for! You just had surgery!"

Ever the selfish caregiver I pushed her around the store and when she would reach for an item on the shelf I would SLAP! her hand.

Oh, how we laughed.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Friday Blog Love

Do you play Draw Something? OMG I love it. Of course I am impatient and have a ton of games going so I like to take the path of least resistance and use stick figures and basic draw skills to get my point across. But some people really get into it.

This Friday Blog Love post goes out to Ignore Hitler. It's this guy who plays Draw Something in a more hilarious way. 

I, of course, had never heard of his blog until my friend McShash hipped me to it by doing an "Ignore Hitler" of her own in one of our games:

Pretty good, McShash, Pretty Good.

Click here to see lots of awesome Draw Something pictures where you're instructed to ignore ol' Hitler.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Super Moon

My mom told me I have to change my facebook profile picture, but I won't do it:

Love me, love my butt crack.


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Bad Bad Bad Religion

One night at the now defunct club The Quest (opened by none other than Prince himself in 1992) while watching a Bad Religion show, I made it backstage because the drummer from the opening band Pennywise happened to walk by me. I gave him a "great show" and he waived me on back. I ended up getting a bunch of autographs and got into a conversation with Greg Graffin (the singer of Bad Religion). About who knows what, that's not the point. It was probably smart stuff I'm sure, as he was much older than me, and had his PhD (and happens to currently be a professor at Cornell University). Anyway, at some point during the conversation he asked me what I was doing later.

I was surprised by this question for three reasons:
1) I was supremely naive. 
2) This had never happened to me before.
3) He was thirty-six*, and I was probably 23 years old.

So I laughed -- typical Kady -- and said, "Why would YOU want to hang out with ME?" and sort of rolled my eyes. We continued chit-chatting for a little bit. Later he said to me, "and THAT'S why people want to hang out with you Kady. Because you have a beautiful smile and a great personality and blah blah blah." He went on for a while about my amazing qualities and I thought the whole exchange was SO weird, because I had forgotten that I made that comment. Then I shrugged my shoulders and went home.

I didn't get it until the next day, when I realized that Greg Graffin from Bad Religion asked me what I was doing later and I said, "why would YOU want to hang out with ME?", which he clearly took to mean that I was a depressed little punk rock kid saying something more along the lines of, "why would anybody want to hang out with me?" And he was trying to make me FEEL BETTER. 

It still gives me a case of the LOLs.  I actually meant, "aren't you a little OLD to be asking little girls what they're doing later?"

"Jeez kid, I was just trying to be nice."

*oh Gawd, I'm almost thirty-six. Is this how my twenty-three-year-old friends see me?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Fishing for Hipsters

A few weeks ago, on National Record Shop Appreciation Day, (or whatever they call it), I met up with my buddy Cash and we hung out at his place all day.  He happens to live above Hymie's, a local Minneapolis record store.  

Hymie's. Photo credit: C. Moore

They put on some festivities with in-store shows and a street show too.  My new favorite local band Night Moves played and we chilled out, opened the windows and enjoyed the scene from his gross boy apartment, complete with chairs whose cushions hide mouse poop underneath and secret disgusting things I can't discuss here and will pretend I didn't see.

And then I guess the boys got a little bored.  So they decided to go Fishing for Hipsters, using a record as bait:

If you catch a Hipster, you have to remember to feed it vegan,-gluten-free-dairy-free sandwiches and give it plenty of Grainbelt Premium beer. Or Hamm's. Also acceptable: PBR. In a can.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Once Supposi-Story

My dad never goes to the doctor.  But when he does, he really likes to give the nurses a hard time.  Like that visit where he was given a suppository, and instructions to use it and return the next day.

When he arrived, the nurse asked him how it went.

He responded, "For all the good it did me, I coulda shoved it up my hind-end."

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Sunday Favorites: Dance Lesson

New to A Lady Reveals Nothing? You've missed SO MUCH. Not to worry. Every Sunday, I dig through the archives to repost an old favorite. Mostly because I'm too lazy to come up with new content every single day. Enjoy! This video actually appeared on when she and I lived in New Orleans back in September, 2011 when we worked for a company called Serco and traveled the country together:

Friday, May 18, 2012

Summer-isms, Vol. 32

"Does anybody love cilantro as much as you and me?"

"I want a headboard."

In answer to the question: 'What time do you go to work?' "Nine. But I'm gonna go at 14." 

"Turn that tree branch off while you're at it."

"He's got like no personality.  He's like a party clown that's been out of work for like a decade."

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Hal-isms, Vol. 24

"Did I ever tell you you're my Aurora Borealis?"

"How much more do you want me to say before I fall asleep?"

On therapy: "Like myself, for instance...self secure. Now people say that means you're not if you think you are. But I wouldn't go to somebody and say, 'I pissed on the grass. Is that OK?'"

"I want to be humble. But it's hard to be humble when everybody else is a dummy and you're the only smart one."

"It was one bottle of wine and two whiskeys. It takes all day to water the lawnd! <sic>  What do you think this is? I'm not a one-acre trailer house."

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

"Toughen Up."

Last night I went on my first training ride with my MS150 team. (Shamelessly soliciting donations for MS research here.) We biked 25 miles! I met a new friend named Laura and we rode together and got to talking about how expensive it can be to get into biking and running. Suddenly you need all this gear. Take, for example, padded butt biking shorts. I'm one of the few that has the good sense to cover up that shame with my famous pajama pants, but I wear the padded butt shorts underneath. Anyway, mine are actually "tri shorts", which means I bought them for a triathlon I did a few years back and they aren't as maxi padded as bike shorts, to make drying easier. Think mini pad. I was telling her all of this, and how I refuse to pony up the $50+ it's going to take to get the extra maxi padded butt shorts.

At that EXACT moment in time, we crossed paths with a man who had no legs, and was laying down on one of those cool bikes that is powered by a hand crank. I guess I was staring at him in sheer awe and pride as I told her all about my butt padding, and at the moment of contact as we rode by this man, and I was looking right at him, I concluded my story by saying, and I quote: 

"So, I guess now it's 'toughen up, old friend'", referring of course to my crotch.

I cringed when I realized what had just happened and how all this poor brave awesome athletic disabled man probably heard me say as we whizzed by each other was, 

"Toughen up, Old Friend."

"Not you, Sir! My crotch! I was telling my CROTCH to toughen up!"

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Another WIN

I haven't ridden my bike for two years and so when I realized I had no freaking idea what my bike lock combination was I was a little irritated.  I tried all the typical options: my birthday, my name spelled out on the phone, my nieces and nephews birthdays, etc.  Nuttin'.  Then I tried to google "I can't remember my bike lock combination" and after minutes (minutes!) of research I found the following two options:

1) watch a video and learn how to break into any bike lock in 30 seconds
2) start at 0000 and go all the way up to 9999

No joke.  A bike store employee said they have to do it all the time and it takes about 2.5 hours to get all the way through the numbers.

I couldn't be bothered to watch a video or to learn anything new, so I opted for number two.  I decided to just do it whilst watching a movie on my laptop.

I hunkered down.

0000. nope
0001. nope
0002. nope
0003. nope
0004. nope

0005.  YEP!!!  Thank goodness I didn't decide to start at 9999 and go backwards.


If you want to steal my bike, just remember...0005!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Sunday Favorites: Who Are We Kidding?

New to A Lady Reveals Nothing? You've missed SO MUCH. Not to worry. Every Sunday, I dig through the archives to repost an old favorite. Mostly because I'm too lazy to come up with new content every single day. Enjoy! This story first appeared when I lived in New Orleans back on September 10, 2011:


During the height of Tropical Storm Lee, when it stopped raining for six minutes, Summer and I got a little stir crazy and decided to get gussied up and go out of the apartment.  We killed a ton of time showering, combing hair, putting on makeup, the whole bit.  When we were all ready to go, Summer and I looked at each other like, "now what?" and she goes, "who are we kidding?"  Because we had been SO LAZY for SO LONG and we really didn't truly want to go anywhere.  So instead we took the following photos of ourselves.  We tried at first to get some cute ones...

(I can see that I only have three poses in life.  hmmmm I need to work on that.)

And then it went downhill, really fast:

I'm like, "Summer, let's look ugly!"  But I tricked her:

And then she goes..."OK, OK, let's look ugly!"  But then she tricked me:

So I go, "OK, let's look ugly!"  And I tricked her.  Again.

And then she tricked me.  Right here I died laughing at how I fell for the trick the second time, and how she fell for it twice too:

So then we both did ugly-face:

And then, we legitimately tried looking nice, no tricks:

And then we went to bed.  What a waste of a shower.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

This Week's Wins and Fails


My car has been squealing ever since I bought it brand new in 2005. I always figured it was the brakes, and so did the dealership everytime I mentioned it to them. Well it's been getting really bad in the last few months. While driving down the freeway. So I knew it wasn't the brakes. I mean I'm a dumb blonde female, but I know it can't be the "brakes" when the car is in motion. So I kind of made a stink about it the last time I was in for an oil change. I begged them to take it for a drive because it happens 100% of the time I'm in the car. Of course they heard nothing. Here's where I really embarrassed myself:
"Please. I'm telling you it happens EVERY TIME I'm in the car. It happens when I drive down the freeway and it happens when I'm going 30 miles an hour down the street. PLEASE PLEASE take it for a 20-minute drive and you'll see what I mean I promise." etc etc etc.

He was all, "OK whatever 'Crazy'."  But, he called me 20 minutes later. "We definitely heard the squealing (yes!). The bad news is it's your transmission-"
I cut him off. "Well THAT'S really annoying because I no longer have a warranty and this has been an issue the entire time I've owned the-"
He cut me off. "You have a warranty."
$3600 transmission job. Free. Plus I got to drive this 2012 Acura TL as a loaner for a WEEK:

So nice I didn't even want to fart in it.



You may remember that I had to get my house ready for an inspection so that I could obtain a Minneapolis Rental License. (Because of a couple of well-played loopholes researched and implemented by Yours Truly, I wasn't required to get it until now.) Anyway as I mentioned in the link above, I had to do a million things to get my house up to code.  I applied for the License back in January prior to my tenant moving in (as required) and they gave me a provisional license while I waited for the inspection which I was told would happen "in a month". The inspection costs $1000. YES. $1000. The inspection they do when you sell your house is $250, but I was told that the rental inspection is so much more thorough that it has to cost more. They're trying to protect renters, you know. Anyway I scoured the place and fine-tooth-combed it and got everything up-to-par. That consumed my life for at least three weeks in January. Finally three months later I received the scheduling and took the afternoon off to meet the Inspector and dressed up and everything.
She walked through my house for a total of six minutes, told me it looked great but I would need a Carbon Monoxide detector in the 2nd level bedroom and a minor plumbing fix under the kitchen sink. Re-Inspection required. In a month.




I lost my graduation ring at on Sunday. I took it off to put lotion on my hands (I know, mom, I know. The whole reason I have the dumb thing to this day is because I never take it off. But it must have rolled off my lap when I stood up. Everybody knows if they find a ring, it's mine, and I'm still really hoping to get it back--unless the vacuum found it.)

I loved this dumb thing.




While looking for my ring in the lost and found box, I randomly came across a sweater that looked a lot like the one I bought in New Zealand for $250 that I didn't even know I was missing. I thought it was in my winter clothes box that I sent up to my parents' place. Apparently I left it one day (probably three months ago) and didn't realize it. Who knows how long it had been there?

I don't deserve to have anything nice.


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Summer-isms, Vol. 31

"I think you forgot that you have a glass of wine."

"There's nothing worse than a weak chin."

"I thought that was poop!  It's a Lego."

"That's why you should always let a man keep talking."

"I can't stop looking at your face to figure out who's lonelier."

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Miyo-isms aka The Worst Kind of Turd is an Honest One, Vol. 5

Even though Miyo doesn't "want people knowing stuff" about her, I couldn't help but to record some of her little -isms throughout the day.

"You don't mess around, I mess around."

"Where's my eggs? I'm getting hungry over here!"

"I love your outfit! It's like a jogger!" (I was wearing my typical weekend attire. Sweats. Sweatshirt.)

"My mom said it would stretch but she was just trying to trick me because she hates me."

"The Hupiter tree! Always when there's something on the tree it's called the Hupiter tree!"

Then she found some poofy dandelions and started making wishes:

"I wish I could do everything Lexi could except not be bad."

"I wish I could find 60 dollars."

"I wish I could have 1 million bucks.  In one wallet."

"I wish I could swim and swim without a life jacket."

"I wish I had a million bucks and I wish my aunt was better than this but she IS better but I want her better! I hate to say that but I had to."

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Do-Gooding. It's What I Do. Gooding.

I signed up to ride a bike for 150 miles on June 9 & 10. That's 75 miles a day! The race is called the MS150 and apparently these "MS Researchers" can't even AFFORD bikes, so I'm including a link where you can donate money, get a tax deduction, cure a horrible disease, feel good about yourself and simultaneously make me look really good to the rest of my team. Everybody wins!

Click this link, choose my name "Kady Hexum" (duh) and for Gosh sakes give something to these silly researchers so they can get some food or something. Any amount is greatly appreciated, but if you decide you're feeling extra donate-y and give $50, send me an email at kady(at)aladyrevealsnothing(dot)com with your T-shirt size and home address so I can get you your own super awesome Cyclosaurs team T-shirt pictured below.

(If you hate puppies and you hate research...never mind the above.  I'm selling $50 T-shirts.)

Monday, May 7, 2012

"Mother Mary Blessed Ever-Virgin"

I love guest posts from my mom and her wicked childhood!  Please enjoy these two fabulous stories about her being a horrible sleepover guest:

We had 7 children in our family and my mother was very clean but not able to have many nice things. What we did have was nice to us but did not compare to what other people had in their homes, so it was nice to go visiting to see how they lived. One time when we lived in Bemidji I got invited to spend the night with a friend from school. It was very exciting to go because she was an only child. She had everything: her own room and everything in it was all pink and matchy-matchy. So we put on our pjs and hung out with no little brothers to bother us. She had a little pink suitcase with a filing system inside to store all her 45's, so we played all of them and yes, we sang into our brushes at the top of our lungs. In the middle of the night I got up to go to the bathroom but was afraid to turn on any lights so I went in the dark. I had to go bad so I pulled down my pants and sat. And peed. In that split-second, I realized I forgot to lift the lid and I was peeing on the lid. But it wasn't just the was covered in a pink and white chenille toilet seat cover. OH NOOOOOOO!!!! Needless to say, I was horribly embarrassed. I know they must have found out somehow, I don't was not discussed. I don't think I got asked back.

Then we moved to International Falls and I got invited to a really fun girl's house. They had 2 girls and so my little sister got to come too. We played Mother Mary Blessed Ever-Virgin. We put our white slips over our hair and knelt beatifically while we sang Catholic chants at the top of our lungs. That was  not fun for very we made tents and pretty much trashed the room. We all four slept in the same double bed. This time I had to go to the bathroom again but what can I say? I laid there and peed the bed. WHYYYYY??? But, what luck! My sister was lying next to me and she got all wet. So I blamed the whole thing on her and got very very mad at her for getting it all over me. I apologized for her to the mother and she comforted my sister and told her not to worry about it. I told my sister I would never bring her with me again on a sleepover. And I never let her forget it, either.

The Accuser (left) and the Accused (right)

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