April 30, 2012

be prepared.








this is happening.
i just hope you're ready for it.
...and that i actually have it in me to remember to do this every day for an entire month.


love,
kate.


lyrics: the tide is high but i'm holding on.

April 28, 2012

my new biffle friend.

do you ever hear those facts about how much time we spend doing something in our life?


like this:
the average person spends one third of their life sleeping.
the average woman spends 2 years of their life shopping.
and maybe you've seen that tic tac commercial that states the average person spends as much time in the bathroom as they do on vacation.


personally, i love stupid, pointless facts like that.
but that's not what this post is about.
it's about the fact that i'm certain one day someone will calculate how much time the average person spends watching youtube videos.
and i'm certain i will exceed that average. and i feel like i shouldn't be judged for that. because if people didn't put awesome videos out there i wouldn't spend all day watching them.
so judge charlie for biting fingers.
and judge david's parents for filming him after the dentist.
and judge rebecca black for being rebecca black making her own music video.
and judge the grape lady for falling off that platform and howling.
(i literally just started laughing so hard out loud. by myself. just thinking about her.)
and judge antoine dodson for speaking in rhythm.
and judge tracy for trying to creep on peter a the perk.


i could keep going. but the whole point of this post was to show you my two new obsession videos.
i have miss lauren over at busy bee lauren to thank for these bad boys. she posted them and i haven't been able to get enough of them. they're a combination of three of my favorite things
1) music
2) the hunger games
3) awesome
 what's up, trifecta?


first came this video:



and just when you think it couldn't get any better...





so there they are. feel free to watch them for the rest of the night so that i can judge you and tell me what your favorite parts are. if you can stop laughing long enough to pick one. and on a final note, the girl who made these videos might not know it, but she and i would be bffl friends. biffles.
love, kate.
lyrics: i don't think they're necessary. just watch the videos.

April 27, 2012

triple A friday? i don't know. probably not.

sometimes i have a lot of thinks and i don't know how to make all of those thinks flow into one, pretty packaged blog post. and i'm fairly certain that if i just typed them all out as they ran through my brain you would think me to be a mental patient.
i had mental patient bangs once. it wasn't pretty.


do you see what i'm talking about? it could get ugly.
so rather than be a mental patient, i've decided to be a copy cat (i seriously don't understand that term. could someone do me a solid and clarify where that came from) of so many other blogs and to categorize my thinks into some groups.


those groups being:
1) awesome
2) awkward
3) are you serious?


i've seen the awesome/awkward ones done a lot. but i feel like i hear the words "are you serious?" come out of my mouth way too often to not make that a category.


so. drum roll, please.
actually, no.
the drums cause me anxiety and tension head aches.




awesome:
 -making cake pops that didn't blow and also didn't commit everyone who ate them to a life with type two diabetes. something about my first batch was just way too sweet. like the yuck kind of sweet. the i'm-judging-you-for-eating-those kind of sweet. but don't worry. i'm not judging you nearly as much as i' judging myself for making such crappy cake pops.


-finding out that the light at the end of garrett's schooling tunnel is not only real, but it's sort of even close and there's an actual date attached to it. and that is sort of beautiful.


-having tan lines.  i realize that by having these tan lines i have also increased my chances of melanoma, but for cereal--does it get better than tan lines around your neck? no.


-sleeping in a bed alone. yes. i said it. but before you begin fashioning my crown and dubbing me the worst wife ever, i just want you to think about the days before you shared a bed, when you got to star fish and sleep at a diagonal and your REM cycle was never interrupted by the body heat of another person and you never were woken in the middle of the night by the sound of grinding teeth/man snores/your blankets being stolen/dragon breath being breathed on you and then i want you to look me in my blog eyes and tell me if i really deserve that crown. i don't.


-having air brush makeup. for cereal. every day i'm in love.


awkward:
-answering the door and talking to my land lord for some significant amount of time and then realizing i'm not wearing a bra. oops.


-seeing a big lady wearing a tube top (and also no bra--hey we much be twins!) that had gone south...i pray she hadn't noticed and she wasn't just making a fashion statement.


-trying to get dressed/shower/brush my hair/do anything with a wounded wrist. so i mostly just haven't done anything since the surgery.


-having a dog that just doesn't know how to resist the urge to sniff a crotch. sorry. so just fyi: if you come to my door/walk in my house/walk by my dog she will sniff your crotch. not my fault.


-having a phone that calls the wrong number sometimes, despite the fact that i am calling a set contact in my phone. some girl in california has been getting phone calls from me when i attempt to call my husband. poor girl got a phone call at 6:30 this morning. but truth be told, i'm not really even that sorry. because she was sort of a witch to me the last time this happened. but i may or may not have accused her of being a mistress home-wrecker. but come on! a girl was answering my husband's phone!! (or so i thought. she was actually just answering her phone. and my phone was calling the wrong number.)


-being able to quote an entire episode of The Office.


are you serious?
-trying to go for a good solid work out kind of walk/run and only being able to go a quarter of a mile because the mosquitoes and sand gnats consumed  a quarter of my body.


-having the wii fit tell me i had the body agility of a 52 year old.


-wearing the gosh darn cutest shoes in the world and not getting a single compliment. i'm so vain.


-my eye brows growing in like bamboo chutes but the hair on my head not growing since 2008.




i think that's all i have for now. do you see how mental that would have all sounded if i had not categorized?
i just realized it's the weekend. happy weekend everyone!
i need to go feed my dog.
her whining is beyond my ability to remain sane.
it's a good thing she's so darn cute.


love,
kate.


lyrics: so come on let me in. i will be the sun. i will wake you up.

April 25, 2012

the doctor is in.

i like to talk about the weird/painful things that happen to me.
like the bruise i had that was so big mcdonald's and walmart were both inquiring about setting up shop.
















it was roughly the size of my palm.
and it hurt something fierce.
and you can bet your bottom doll hair that i talked about/showed this bad boy to everyone i knew.
and occasionally those i didn't know as well.


but that was a while ago.
so i can't really talk about it unless someone else is telling a bruise story.
but this week i seem to have a slew of weird ailments.
so obvi i'm going to blog about them.

first, there's my back.
remember that time i had to get an MRI because i hurt my back opening my freezer.
like an old woman.
well, that actually ended up being an annular tear.
and that mostly just means that a lot of crap makes my back hurt.
and that i can't lift over 15lbs.
or bend.
or twist.
or move.
because that's not an inconvenience.
last week, i hurt it real bad lifting groceries out of my car. 
i'm fairly certain i'm living my 80 year old life.


second, my wrist.
for some years now, both of my wrists have been housing what i think to be the same ganglion cyst.
(i'm more than positive that's not medically possible, but seriously-what are the chances of one person having a ganglion cyst in both wrists but never at the same time? i'm just saying..)
anyways, i think it prefers my right wrist because it's been chillin there for a while now. and it just kept getting bigger. like disturbingly bigger.
oh, what? you don't know what a ganglion cyst is?
well, that makes two of us. 
i don't know what it is made of exactly, and i don't know why i have it.
i just know that it's not totally uncommon but it is pretty painful and sort of looks really creepy.
in my completely non-medical terms-it's a lump. 

as a side note i would like to mention that my sister, jackie, firmly believes i have a horse hoof growing inside me. apparently, the hoof horses have now is the result of years of evolution.
according to this picture, horses used to have feet like chickens. 
 












through the years they've lost the toes and developed what we now know as the hoof. 
naturally, my sister believes this to be occurring within my hand.
and honestly,it wouldn't be surprising.
this is what i have so far.




















foul, right?
well, it has been super hurty lately and on sunday i had pretty much had it. 
and i think my dad had pretty much had it with me talking about it.
because out came the syringe, the lidocain and the gauze. 
(another sidenote: my dad is a licensed medical doctor. just so we're clear.)
and he proceeded to stick and poke and aspirate that cyst to an oblivion.
i would like to interject here the fact that my pain tolerance is pretty darn high. 
i could list off a number of reasons that would make you believe me, but i'm just going to need you to take my word for it.
also, i'm not afraid of needles. like at all.
 



















so none of this really bothered me. 
especially since i had a butt load of lidocain in my hand. i couldn't feel anything.

i swear an hour passed and nothing was happening.
he was trying to suck out the innerds of the cyst out but it seemed to be full of nothing. because nothing came out.
until it did.
and i don't have a picture of it. but basically it looked like clear jell-o. which only solidified my sister's belief that it's a horse hoof--being that jell-o is, in fact, made of horse hooves. 
and it was probably the grossest thing ever. and since i'm not normal, i laughed at it and hoped for more.
 but unfortunately not much more came out. and now i have a super hurty wrist and an angry cyst. 
(and a rhyme.)
because apparently aspiration/this method only works for new cyst and i have an old one.
typical.






















i know. it's glamorous.

on to the next one.
my forearm.
yesterday i was taking a nap.
because i love naps.
and i woke up to a bug bite on my forearm.
i tried to go back to sleep but i kept feeling like a bug was on me and the thought was driving me nuts. after stripping the blankets and my hoodie off, i found no bug. but a visible mound of bug bite.
then it was itchy and i had no hopes of going back to sleep.
i cursed that bug.
and i continue to do so since that "bug" wasn't a bug after all.
it was a spider.
i hate, i hate, i hate spiders.
and now that is has seriously begun to swell and my forearm has a fever of sorts, it is very clear that it is now infected.
fab.
























the picture does no justice. it's real swollen. and it's real hot to the touch.


i can't wait to see what awesome ailments tomorrow holds.
if i'm lucky i'll just kick it loony toons style and an anvil will just fall on my head.
here's hoping!


love,
kate.


lyrics: so sick so sick of being tired and oh so tired of being sick.

April 24, 2012

i have a total crush on you.

happy tuesday everyone!
i hope you're ready for some fabulous jams.










today's tunes are sort of an extension of last week's tunes.
i had soo much stuff to do last week and i didn't have much time to think too creatively about the music.
i knew i wanted to share the playlist of songs that garrett gave to me in his desperate attempts to tell me he was in love with me. because come on. that's cute.
but i also wanted to share other songs that i've found over time that have made me feel very much in love.
for a long time i just had them in a playlist just so i could have them organized.
but now they're just the songs that make me feel very happy to be married and to be in love.


because here's the story.
i was in love before garrett.
honest.
it was different. it was harder. but it was love.
i don't deny that.
and when love ends, it's not always mutual.
in this case it definitely was not.
my heart was not just broken. it was shattered. destroyed, really.
i'll spare you the gruesome details of full force depression and just say this:
i was broken.
not just my heart.
every part of me was broken.
i didn't know how to think.
i didn't know how to act.
i couldn't remember anything except the pain i felt.
(sidenote: this isn't just melodramatic musings. this is the culmination of a really rough break up and a pretty severe case of depression that had not been treated or addressed yet. you see, i have a bleeding disorder, too. and this break up would have been like getting a huge cut before i found out i had the bleeding disorder. it was bad to begin with. but it was made worse by the unaddressed issues that were already present. make sense? i hope so.)
i wasn't in control of my life anymore.
i was numb to everything else in my life.
i knew i had family and friends that loved me but i couldn't feel it.
i cried a lot.
i hurt a lot.
(and yes, i have a playlist (that might trump all other playlists i've made) that fully depicts everything i felt at that time. )
(i just put a parenthetic comment within a parenthetic comment. that makes me awesome. or weird.)
years have passed, and i still don't know how to express everything completely.
the pain itself is gone, but on occasion, if i'm talking about it or listening to a certain song, i still cry.
not for the same reasons.
but because it's hard for me to think back to that time.
it's hard for me to remember just how much i was hurting.
it's hard to remember how capable i am of feeling that kind of pain.


anyways. i'm getting off track here.
the point is this: i was in love. i got hurt. i lost hope. i gave up.
i was certain that my one chance at happiness had just been ripped from me.
i was positive that i would never feel that way about someone ever again.
and i truly believed i would never stop hurting.
and for a while, that was all true.
months and months passed and it didn't go away.
i prayed and begged and tried so hard to do everything i could to move on.
but i remained glued, fixed in the same place complete with all the original hurt.
just as i would take a step to get better something would happen and i would take two steps back.
it was horrible.
and i was so frustrated. because i didn't want to be doing it anymore. i didn't want to cry. i didn't want to hurt. i didn't want to be stuck. but i was.


until one night in early september.
i was laying in the middle of my bedroom.
i was frustrated and angry and exhausted and sick of crying.
and then it happened.
i don't know how to explain it.
it was just gone.
everything was just lifted.
it was like i could take a real breath after 11 months of strained gasps.
i don't know how to explain it, but it was over.
like a storm had just passed.
there was still stuff to deal with, but the storm was over.


a month and a half later, garrett returned from his LDS mission in Perth, Australia.
when i saw him for the first time in two years i knew my life was going to change.
and that night as i sat across from him on his parent's couch i told him i loved him.
and in my mind, i flashed back to the past 11 months.
i flashed back to how much i feared i would be alone for the rest of my life.
and i felt so happy for the first time in so long. it was hard to believe that that was my new reality.
i wasn't just happy again.
i wasn't just in love again.
it was so much better than before.
because this time it was right.














so this playlist isn't your normal "love songs" sort of playlist.
(but we could definitely do that for a future tune in tuesday)
they're the songs that make me happy to know that i'm in love.
they're the songs that make me happy to know that i'm capable of loving and feeling love.
they're the songs that make me grateful to be with garrett.
they're the songs that make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have a husband that loves me despite everything i've done/do.


this is a playlist that's all about us.
all my bumps and wounds and faults and sad times included.
because that's what makes us us.
k+g
and it's actually a pretty fun playlist.


and of course it's all cheesy. that's love, right? cheesy and fun.
but i think you might like it, too. so listen and feel the love. and the cheese.
k+g by misskatieclaire on Grooveshark


love,
kate.


lyrics:  we should make a formal agreement to only kiss each other.


April 21, 2012

weird and disjointed thoughts.

thoughts for today:


- my dog is becoming more and more human every day. a couple days ago, we had a straight up conversation. (she's a very squeaky/whiny dog but lately it has become very conversational and i am not lying. we talked.) i asked her (in a very conversational, non-demanding, non-puppy talk sort of way) to go kennel up. she began to squeak and whine in protest. (i assume she was telling me that she was bored and she hadn't played all day) i said to her, "i know, gilly. but mommy has to go run errands and i need you to obey. so can you please go do it for mommy?" and she heavily sighed. then walked right into her kennel and laid down. i was sort of floored. today she opened the door. i watched it. again, floored.


- i'm sort of sick of clothing stores just assuming that every woman in this world (or at least the savannah area) was tragically born without a torso. because i happen to only be two eye balls and a torso. and i object, your honor.


- i may or may not be legitimately losing my mind. i drop everything i touch. i trip all the time. i missed my exit to my parent's house and i left a bunch of stuff i was supposed to bring with me at my house. this is miserable. a friend asked if i was pregnant. i'm not. but if this is what i have to look forward to when i am, then we should all just simultaneously brace ourselves for something tragic.


- i read a quote from shenae grimes about her weight. apparently she's been 100lbs since puberty. blah blah blah. whatever. i don't trust people who didn't have a rough puberty or a fat stage. but whatever. you're skinny. we got it. but get this, she responded to an article that said that she should be 120 at her height of 5'3" by saying "I'm sorry, but 120 on my frame? I'd be a little chunky monkey walking around!"

i don't even have words to fully express my thoughts on this. but if i were to try it would be something like this:
1) shut up. 2) that's not true 3) whatever 4) i'm legitimately pissed off by that comment. 5) i checked no less than 5 websites with height/weight charts and even in the "small frame" category-she is still under weight. if 100lbs is where her body naturally resides, then whatever. say that. but don't lie and put more negative, self destructive words out there for 12 year old girls to eat up (and then puke out).


- i think wanda sykes would be a fun friend to have around.


- one of the women on mob wives has pool floaties for lips..


- my clothes will be in style when the "2006 look" rolls around again.


- i cannot remember the last time i washed my hair. this happens all the time. i need to start documenting such things.


-  my friend just adopted a puppy today. and it is seriously making me miss the days when gilly was just a 
 little bitty puppet.

- i am attempting to make cake pops today. this could be an epic fail of grand proportions. 

wish me luck.

love,
kate.


lyrics: and i'll admit that I don't know, just where i'm going on this long and winding road that's taking me to what will be my home.

ps. seriously though--how cute was gilly as a pup?








April 18, 2012

public humiliation.

i don't quite know how to explain all of this.
one minute i was getting my daily hit of blog reading.
the next, i found myself loving the post over at two smuppies about how gloriously messy her car is and then reading that i, too, could join in on this link up and display all my car crap on the interweb.
and then bam.
there i was, standing outside taking pictures of the inside of Fritz.
i assure you this all happened almost entirely without me thinking about it.
that's proven by the fact that i didn't even have enough time/thought to change the lens on my camera.


and now here i am.
posting about Fritz and flaunting his filth (such lovely alliteration) with pictures that are way too zoomed in. (but again, i was a woman possessed and was not in the right mind set to remove my 50mm lens.)


please do not judge too harshly as you peep into my car.
my husband will be doing enough of that.
because he, of course, hates being in dirty cars the way i hate people ignorant spelling errors. (seriously though. i'm going to start a movement that is all to do with people knowing the difference between your and you're and there, their and they're.)

i'm procrastinating. let's get this over with
starting with the middle console. cue embarrassment.
















okay. so here we have a zoomed in, semi-artistic view of the middle console.
1) my birthday card from my mom. any birthday card that involves joking about taking anti-depressants gets an A++. because let's face it. if you can't laugh about depression then you'll just cry. and  i presume cards intended to make people cry don't sell. 
2) an ugly clip. i have nearly one million of these suckers and i use them while i'm doing hair-to keep foils in place, to keep hair in place while i'm foiling, to indicate which foils have color as opposed to bleach, to keep my bangs out of my face while i'm doing hair, etc. they're terribly ugly, but they hold my fine, silky bangs far better than bobbie pins and so yes, i do occasionally go out in public with my bangs pushed back in one. usually it's because i forgot.  sometimes i remember and i take it out really fast while i'm still in the car.
3) phone charger. because in my mind a dead phone=a dead kate.
4) a rubber band. it's a security thing. i also always have one on my wrist. i just. i can't not.
5) hospital bracelet from my MRI. it remains in my car because i'm deeply sentimental i've apparently been too lazy to even acknowledge it was there until the moment i took this picture.
6) gilly fur. it's practically the entire interior of my car now.






















1) Naked mango juice smoothie. delicious. and at this point, probably rancid. mmm..bottoms up.
2) empty cup of what once was water. i could take it inside. but then i would have to clean it.
3) there's not a person alive who ever believe me, but i swear i only get route 44 cups of water from sonic. yes, there was a time when i would get diet coke/dr. pepper and i would love every carbonated aspertame sip. but these days it's just water. but people judge me just the same...
4) you can't see it well, but it's anywhere between 2 and 4 pieces of old gum that have sat in my hot car for too long and have consequently begun to bubble. garrett, i believe, considers this foul. i consider it science. and who is he to keep me from learning?


 the door slots:















1) there are crumbs in there. and i don't know how to remove them. any suggestions would be lovely.
2) tithing slip. no clue how long it's been there, but probably a while.
3) insurance. i make sure to keep it in a place i won't lose it.
4) the jetta manual. it's full of pictures and german words and sometimes i use it to endorse checks or fill out bank deposit slips.
5) oh, look! bank deposit slips.
















1) pass along card. i'm pretty holy. i think that's fairly obvious by now.
2) another ugly hair clip i often forget is in my hair.
3) car wipes. note: they are not essentially the same thing as baby wipes. do not "wash" hands with them.
 oh, also-i got those when i first got my car. in 2006.


behind the back seat-passenger side.
 




















1) febreze home spray. i don't know why it's in there, but i use it when gilly gets gassy. and that happens to be every time she rides in the car with me. convenient, no?
2) tax crap. when tax business is over-it's over. and i stop caring the minute i walk out of H&R block and i don't care again until the next year's tax season. so i think it's safe to assume this envelope will remain in my car until next february-ish.
3) wal mart bran wheat thins. i may or may not have eaten the whole box in one day.
4) oh, what? you want a sweater knit out of gilly's fur. no problem. let me grab my loom and the entire back seat of my car and i'll just whip that up for you.


3 behind the seat driver's side:






















1) a gallon of distilled water. i bought it to use in cleaning my airbrush makeup gun with...but it was heavy. and i don't make two trips with groceries. it goes against everything lazy i believe in.


 the back seat:



















1) a pillow that i initially put in my car so i wouldn't have to sit on the cold, uncomfortable metal chair at work for a week while i was in training. that was in august.
2) my most favorite hoodie of all time. it was kind of cool the other day. and then i got hot.
3) the "leash" they gave me at the vet when i took gilly in for her rabies shot. i forgot her real one. but not to worry. they provided me with a leash that also doubles as dental floss. two-for!
4) more fur. i fear the interior of my lungs might look the same.


and behold. the trunk.
















1) an umbrella garrett and i borrowed from our landlord back in august. gilly peed on it. i'm still debating on whether or not i should give it back to him.
2) my book bag. (yes, book bag. not back pack. and most definitely not a pack pack. someone shoot me.) it is full of humiliating amounts of crap like 2 forks and a knife and a brownie pan.
3) hangers. and they're in just the tangled position that guarantees i will never touch them. i loathe hangers.
4) a loud air pump. i used it on a bike. once.
5) harry potter cassette tapes. because fritz kicks it old school with his tape-deck and i occasionally rock out to some HP.
6) christmas cards that never got sent. next year? we'll see.
7) some sort of particle board that smells for reasons i'm too nervous to investigate.
8) a vase. there were two. now there's just one and shards of glass.
9) my super cute pea coat. because you never know when you're going to need a fancy coat in april in the south. (actually, you do know. it's never.)


so there it is.
Fritz and all his messy innerds.
i do hope you enjoyed. and be sure to link up with Crystal  and let us peep into your car, too.


Two Smuppies




love,
kate.


lyrics:  seat belts and parking breaks are just obstacles on our course we'll have to get around somehow.                                                                       

April 17, 2012

two. epic. love.

today is a special day.
and i don't just mean because it's tune in tuesday.










(but i'll give it to you-that does make today pretty special in itself.)
today is april 17.
that means it's my anniversary.




















two years, people.
two yurrs i have been married to this cute boy.






















(excuse my face. i was laughing at him and i have never professed to having a cute laugh face. or a cute laugh for that matter. but i digress.)

two years.
a lot can happen in two years.
a lot has happened.
we've moved thrice.
we got a puppy.
garrett declared a major, got accepted to SCAD and has been on the Dean's List since he started.
he's also found something he loves doing.
and that truly makes my heart happy.

my at home hair and makeup business has really started to pick up and i really love being able to work from home.
and my hair has grown...a little bit in the past two years.
(but not nearly as much as it should have. curse these tresses.)

we've learned a lot in the past two years.
i've learned that living with a boy is weird and kind of difficult sometimes.
he's learned that living with a girl means living with gunky hairspray/zit remnants on the mirror.
i've learned that as much as i love the idea of having my husband sleeping next to me, i might love sleeping like a starfsh more.
he's learned to get used to sleeping squished to the side of the bed.
i've learned that at the end of the day it probably is going to be me that does the dishes (despite all the terms, agreements, threats and ultimatums i have set).
he's learned that i pretty much will never take out the trash.
i've learned that marriage is actually really difficult.
he's learned that he has a wife that struggles with difficult things.
 i've learned that there's no greater blessing than being married in the temple for eternity.
he's learned that no matter how rough the fight or how difficult things get or how frustrated i am-i'm not going anywhere.


we've learned a lot.
we've loved a lot.
we've been through a lot.
and we've got a lot to look forward to.

before i finish this post, here is a background to the music for tune in tuesday. 
this playlist is old.
in 2007, for my 19th birthday-garrett gave me two gifts.
one was a white prada purse that changed my life.
the other was a 2 disc cd of music that he wanted me to have.
at midnight on my birthday garrett sent me a text telling me to look out 4th floor dorm window.
i knew something was up because i could hear music before i even got the text.
i walked to my window, looked out and there he was-standing on his car (which was blaring music) and holding a poster he had made that said "happy 19th birthday katie".
(oh, what? perfect embodiment of the male specimen? yes.)

the two cds that garrett gave me were nothing short of spectacular.
it was sort of epic.
i listened to them often and loved them.
and because i am a total doof, i didn't pick up on the painfully obvious message he was sending.
the message.
the message?
well, it was something like this:
"umm..hi. i love you. and i think you're amazing and i don't quite know how to tell you this but i want to marry you and again, i love you."

i really was so ridiculously oblivious it's embarrassing to admit now.
but whatevs.
it all worked out.
i married him despite my not-so-temporary bout of dumb.


on with the post:

 dear garrett,
i love you. i know i'm not very good at saying it all the time or showing it all the time.
i am grateful for you. i know that you are wearing yourself thin working and schooling. and i don't think i ever tell you enough how grateful i am for all that you're doing to support us. i think you're great. you make me laugh and you make me smile and i hope you know and understand that my depression is what gets me down sometimes. it's not you. i'm proud of you. i'm proud of all your amazing grades and all your work. you're going to be a great graphic designer/_____________  someday. :) we'll figure that out later. you are my best friend. you mean the world to me. and now i'm crying. so i'm going to stop. thank you for these two years and all the love before then. and all the love to come. happy anniversary.

love,
kate.

lyrics: we should get jersey's cause we make a good team.

face lift.

i fear this blog may have a plastic surgery addiction.
it just got another face life.
and by face lift i mean a Swan worthy makeover.
(does anyone else remember the Swan?)

anyways. i've been working on it on and off for a while now.
i just now got it mostly done. but some things still need to be tweaked.
be patient, please.
kthanks.

love,
kate.

April 15, 2012

Jambo!

i should be doing like 3 millions other things.
so naturally, i'm blogging.

and all i really have to say is that i watched Mean Girls last night (by myself). 

and honestly, it never ceases to disappoint.
you know what else never disappoints? 
any other movie being incorporated with Mean Girls quotes. 

it used to be Harry Potter. 

like this:





























bahahaha. every. single. time.


but  a few days ago my friend Grace sent me a link to a website. 
upon opening the link, the first words i saw were 
 "Get In Loser, We're Going to the Capitol".
 and i knew it was going to be a good day.


yes, it's Hunger Games meets Mean Girls.
i had no idea life could be this good.


for example:

 
























get it? because his dad's a baker...
or this:


























get it? because peeta is awesome.
or this:




















































oh, buddy. it's too good. be sure to take a gander at the whole website. 
it will be worth wasting the time you should have spent doing the other 3 million things you ought to be doing.


oh wait no. 
that's just me.


anyway.
you're welcome.


love,
kate.


ps. be sure to see this frequently on the blog from here on out.










lyrics: every day is so wonderful. then suddenly it's hard to breathe.

April 14, 2012

oh, nothing. just losing it.

Right Now:

-my husband is on the couch (that's almost 3 whole days now) sick with "the S word". (i can't say it or i'll get it. it starts with an S and ends with a razor blade sliding down your throat. if you don't know what i'm talking about i'm jealous of your ignorance.)

-i am pms bloated beyond my ability to remain sane. this "cycle" of mine might be the death of me. if it's anything-it's inconsistent and if i'm anything-i'm bloated. 

-i am STILL working on a whole bunch of crafty crap that i have to teach about in a class on tuesday at church. i have been going at this all day now. what is wrong with me?! oh, and remember that time when i said (in this post) i hadn't yet had an anxiety dream about it? well scratch that. i did. and i woke up in a cold sweat.


-i have a tension head ache from sitting at my desk all the do-da day long. i need a massage like my dog needs a bath. (she really, really needs a bath, by the way. somehow she managed to dig a hole-that's not surprising- turn on our hose-that was surprising-and fill the hole with water-um..do i have a canine or a child or just a canine with a retractable thumb? anyway, she made a muddy mess of her paws/hands.)


-the amazing grocery store 2 for $5.00 sugar cookies i bought for my sunday school class are SCREAMING MY NAME. do you hear it? i do. but they're not screaming loud enough because...


-my ipod, which is on shuffle, will NOT stop playing freaking britney spears. for cereal? dear ipod, when i feel like shaking my booty, singing solely out of my nose or shaving my head bald, i will listen to britney. until then let's get back to shuffling.


-i am totally aware of the fact that i haven't washed my hair since Tuesday. judge me. i don't give a rat's crack.


- i wish i were on a cruise. (that's pretty much a constant though..)

- i wish i were watching Mean Girls on that cruise.


that's all. 
oh, and i would also just like to mention that since my husband has been sick he has had the refined taste palate of a 6 year old. 
grilled cheese and tomato soup
mini pizzas
chicken nuggets
macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up in it
and a startling amount of  blue gatorade. 


i don't know if i'm nursing him back to health or into morbid obesity. 
it's a fine line, i think.
but cross your fingers he gets better soon. i miss cuddling him.


love,
kate.


lyrics: well it's all right. take a deep breath. close your eyes and wish it all away.

April 12, 2012

because this seriously can't wait.

i realize i posted only some hours ago with some sweet lady love ballad tunes.
and if you haven't checked them out yet (and consequently begun to belt out the chorus of each one into a hairbrush/coke bottle/remote/spatula/dog bone) you need to get on that.
BUT WAIT.
not yet.
just give me a minute.
 it's all i ask and then you can go about wondering, along with Tina, what love really does have to do with it or how it is possible that Sinead O'Connor could have been so ahead of  the times when she repulsively replaced actual words with a number and a single letter. and then you can be moved to soft, soft sobs by the talent that is celine dion.


okay. so here it is.
i'm not going to beat around the bush.
i live in the ghetto.
yes, there are ghetto-er places.
but the house we live in used to be a crack house.
legitimately.
our neighbor threatened to kill us.


so no, i don't live on the most dangerous part of east st. louis, but i think it's pretty safe to say i live in the ghetto.


so i was feeling weird today. just super drowsy and kind of blah.
i fell asleep on the couch around 4 o'clock. ish.
garrett left for class at some point but i don't really remember when.
i woke up.
i fed gilly.
then let her out.
still drowsy and blah ish, i sat back down on the couch.
gilly began to bark a lot.
then she stopped.
and then i heard a noise in the little alley beside our house.
worried that it was gilly and that she had dug her way out of the back yard, i stood up from the couch


from here, the pictures will tell part of the story. i documented this all afterwards. obvi.



1) where i had been sitting/laying when i heard the shuffling in the ally.
2) where i peered out of the window to check on Gilly.
(the pictures pause here. why? i'll tell you.)
but it wasn't Gilly.
rather, it was a man.
PEEING!
yes. that's right.
PEEING!
practically on my house.
(your eyeballs are thanking me for not documenting this. i assure you. because oh..what? what's that noise, you ask? just my eyes screaming. that's all. no big.)
and yes, there may or may not have been eye contact made between me and the urinator perpetrator.


3) in shock, i went out to see if there was anything else sketchy going on.
4) i looked up to where i had peered out..and yes, the eye contact was inevitable. WHY DIDN'T THIS BOTHER HIM AS MUCH AS IT DID ME?!
5) there aren't even words.
6) what, pray tell, is it about this house that makes people think it is a suitable bathroom facility 


that's all i have.
i just needed to share.


go listen to some love ballads now.


love,
kate.




a good alliteration and a poor abreviation

hey hey hey!
how are my best girlfriends?
(name that movie and win a prize. just kidding. no prize.)














sorry i had to postpone Tune in Tuesday to Thursday.
things really did just get busy and weird and i never got to finish my post.
which is actually for the better since i decided to change the playlist completely and go in a different direction.
the one i was working on still needs some work and i don't want to post anything sub-par or lame.


but i assure you.
today's music is anything but sub-par or lame.


today's music is a sort of spin off of last week's music.


i was quickly going through my birthday playlist with my sisters and we were laughing at the lady love ballads that apparently were the thang in the late 80's and early 90's.


then my oldest sister told me that i needed to dedicate a Tune in Tuesday to just that-lady love ballads.
there's no real story behind it.
there's no particular emotional sway or experience.
it's just awesome.
and i think we could all use a little more awesome, a little more sap and a few more lady love ballads in our life.


(also, i would like to take this moment to point out that by definition, no, not all of these songs will necessarily qualify as an actual or literal "ballad". i am aware of it. but there's a certain alliteration about it and whatever. i'm over it. you're over it. we're all over it. kthanks. :)


 also, as another addendum, i would like to mention that the same sister that suggested this playlist also mentioned i could possibly acquire more followers if i began referring to Tune in Tuesday as just TiTs.


it might not be the best abreviation out there.
but admit it. you smiled.
that's all for right now.
i hope you enjoy your TiTs today.


love,
kate.




ps. i had to..i just had to put the Glee version of Alone on the playlist, too. because i can't say no to Kristin Chenowith. srsly.


pps. i had to..i just had to put the dialogue mix for My Heart Will Go On. because it makes me weep. every. single. time.


lyrics:  and i know i can't pretend that i won't die if you decide you won't see me again.

April 11, 2012

postponed.

you guys. 
yesterday was a total fail.
well, not a total fail.
but you get it.

i woke up with the conviction that it was early tuesday morning and i knew exactly what the lesson plan for Tune in Tuesday was going to be. and i was excited to start blogging.
also, i woke up to this. 





 (can your heart handle that? because mine hardly can.)
and then garrett came back into the room and mentioned something about going with him downtown to pick up some items he needed. and then he said we could go shopping for another (late) birthday present for me. 
and really, how does one resist this? 
tell me.
because i obviously don't know.
because i went with him.

but we decided we would come back in the afternoon and i would write Tune in Tuesday  and he would finish his project for class and all would be well.
and then my mom texted me and asked if i was available to do a trial airbrush makeup run for a girl we know who is getting married. this was business, so of course i was available. 
but that wasn't until 4. 
so i still had time. 

garrett and i went to downtown savannah (yes, we live downtown..but we went to the better parts. not further in the ghetto) which is really just beautiful this time of year. 
and i wore my new rainbows that garrett got for me to celebrate my day of birth.
and my feet we uncertain about that. 
because rainbows are like the epitome of bittersweet.
they start off awkward and uncomfortable and sometimes blistery. 
and then they turn into an annex of your foot and they are the most wonderful shoe/flip flop ever made.
anyways. my feet sort of hurt.

(but look how shiny and new they are.)

garrett and i wandered around Broughton street (which is, in my opinion, a fabulous place to wander as it is lined with old-school buildings which are occupied by fabulous stores. like marc jacobs. the likes of which i cannot afford.) 
and we wandered around different, less expensive stores. (sidenote: why does gap always have cute clothes that look atrocious on me? why?! end of sidenote) 
and then decided that we ought to try a semi-new restaurant called Subdogs Hotdoggery.
yes, hotdoggery is both the most seductive name in the history of restaurants and also a noun i feel i could use in a casual conversation. (ie; "The hotdoggery of the situation had everyone reeling with excitement.")

what is a hotdoggery, you ask?






well, i guess i don't have an exact definition, but that ^ is the fruit of a hotdoggery loom. 
that dog was called The Godfather. 
it was loaded with: marinara, mozzarella, pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, black olives and ranch. 
srsly?!
it was amazing. to say the very least.

we went home in a food coma haze and i began writing my post.
but then i realized the time and i had to rush out to my mom's for the trial run i had agreed to earlier.
i'll spare the details, but things didn't get started until about 7 or 8 o'clock.
and i didn't get home until about eleven.
and i was so tired. and i had a splitting head ache. and i just wanted to sleep.
and so i did. 
anyways, the point of this whole post is to tell you that Tune in Tuesday is being post-poned. 
to Thursday.
Thursday. 
everyone write it down. and be sure not to forget. 
i do apologize 

please find it in your hearts to forgive.

love,
kate.

lyrics: Lift your gaze from the pavement, trom the streets that we've crossed a thousand times before.