Books. My first love. I could physically be in a suburb in Ohio but mentally in a colonial town in 1776 or on the Oregon Trail. Anywhere but there. I’ve always been one to dogear pages and highlight passages. Not destruction of property but rather the personalization of it. Like making mini time capsules for myself or others who will read it at a later date. When I close my eyes and envision my best self, I’m in a papasan chair, sipping hot tea, curled up with a blanket and a book.
Part of my many, likely unattainable, resolutions for 2016, is to read more books. To finish more books is probably a more accurate statement. So here is my initial list of books for the year – mostly based on books I have started to read or bought and then never read. I am determined. Continue reading
I’m officially on board for my third full season journey with the Bachelor franchise. First, The Bachelorette, then, Bachelor in Paradise, now, The Bachelor. It started innocently enough. Just an hour each week to forge a promising friendship. Kaitlyn is lovable. She has tattoos and doesn’t take anything too seriously. There’s not much about this show to take seriously anyhow. Watching it in the company of a girlfriend is major key, too. Especially when the two of you don’t take it too seriously, either. Just to make it a little more interesting, we decided to make a contest of it…
I’m a lemming. I’m that girl. I’m one of those people. I’m making some New Year’s Resolutions involving diet and fitness. So sue me.
Last year’s resolution was stellar. To drink for stouts and porters. It went well. Was more enjoyable than challenging. While I’m a more well-rounded beer drinker, I’m not sure it made me a better person.
I’m not really going to get into it. There’s so many more interesting things than diets and exercise programs. Besides. I just want to post something. I’m pretty sure it’s been 1,000 years since I posted on my darling blog. My sweet little piece of the internet. Continue reading
And I’m apparently not into capitalization.
You Make Me Sick- Pink 5:22 p.m. – Tuesday, Nov. 11, 2003
cheerleading is better than last season, thank god, or else i’d go nuts, shoot myself maybe? nah. I hate being sick, and i’m the poster child for dry skin, yippee…
i got an 85 on the huck finn test, wow, couldn’t believe it, for having not read the second half of the book, i’m pretty happy with a B. We have to write a 6 page essay on it now, BLECH, and include 10 freaking quotes, i may as well photocopy the novel and hand it to her. good god. Continue reading
To be clear, this is more about personal record keeping than anything else. I have this blog. I love this blog. I want to use this blog. For thoughtful essays, for frustrated health and wellness crap, and whatever else my little heart and my fingers on the keyboard may desire.
Katie vs. The Cleanse. [part I]
I’ve been wanting to try a juice cleanse since last week. Since before I was sick. Then, after I placed the order, I got sick. Weird sick. Shooting stomach pains. The inability to keep food down, yet the ability to keep water down. Tried to eat some pretzels today and the result was shooting stomach pain. I give up and I’m starting my three day cleanse now. Like, in the afternoon. So even though it’s a three day cleanse, I’m breaking traditional and will start now, on a Wednesday afternoon, and finish Saturday afternoon. I think that actually sounds kind of good. Continue reading
Written 10/14/15 @ 8:20-ish p.m.
Today marks the ten-ish year anniversary of Elizabethtown, the movie. I’ve never seen it until just now, even now I’m perhaps five minutes into it; seems fine enough for Wednesday background noise. I had hoped to catch the new Modern Family but by the time I realized it was on, the episode was halfway through. I’m still getting used to central time in that way. This film seems brooding, and that’s fine by me.
Life as I know it has finally settled down. I’ve been in Nashville for a month straight – a feat that has not be done since March into April. Quite amazing really. I’m working full time hours in an office. I meal plan and grocery shop once a week. Bedsheets are changed every Sunday. It’s a really unique feeling when those motions are extraordinary.
We’ll be headed to Jamaica for the Thanksgiving holiday. Our first beach vacation together. With my best friend in husband. It sounds like paradise, and it’s less than 40 days away.
This movie is teaching me how to say Louisville. LOU-a-VILLE.
I’m working on building habits. I’ve been a particularly anti-habit person my entire life. This has usually served me well. I’ve taken pride in not being attached to any one routine or daily necessity. I don’t need coffee in the morning, or a nap in the afternoon, or a bowl of ice cream before bed. I don’t need or want for anything. Continue reading
Sometimes I get so mad at the things I read on the internet that I can’t even. What did I say before I said “can’t even”? I get mad because I feel so unable to control any of the crap that infuriates me. I sometimes probably contribute to it indirectly. Or directly. Is that what being an NFL season ticket holder means? I CAN’T EVEN. Continue reading
What should I write about when I don’t want to talk about my weight, diet or exercise. What could I pontificate on if I don’t want to put negative vibes into the world about shitty customer service or low self-esteem. What if I don’t want to write about what I ate or what restaurants I’m dying to go to. What if I don’t want to gush about my relationship or lament how poorly I’m staying in touch with those I love. What if the news I find interesting seems too depressing, or I know my thoughts about it won’t be a value-add. What if I want to be edgy like Hunter, but lack the gull to do so. Or to be inspire like Maya, but lack the sincerity.
Few things make me happy like Cheddar Bay has, over the past few years. I’m not here to explain what Cheddar Bay is. I’m here to rationalize why I’m going to do it again this year; if you’re a sports masochist like me, then this is why you should too.
- There is a football world outside of the Cleveland Browns. Really. And thank goodness, because before Cheddar Bay, I’m not sure I paid attention to any other pro-football teams. Now, instead of just fighting the tears, week after week, for another Browns season doomed to go up in flames, I can distract myself with other teams and watch what it’s like when football is played the way one would expect it to.
- The Cheddar community is full of lovable reprobates. Much to my surprise not all of the participants are located in the Cleveland area. I’ve enjoyed imagining what they look like in real life, or how a novel written by them would read, or what their drink of choice would be at a proper tailgate.
- I’m indulged every week knowing at least one, if not more, poor soul(s) are reading my 100+ words on a football game of my choice. Sometimes I write about actually footbally stuff, but more often not. I highly doubt I could make any observations or assessments that aren’t glaringly obvious and redundant. I’d much rather be honest about my evaluation, which is mostly influenced by where I’ve left a trail of booze-fueled trail destruction before and what I think the weather will be like in that region.
- I cannot do as poorly as I did last year. At least, I don’t think so. Statistically speaking, as most baseball people are saying at this time of year, it would be incredible for me to do worse. At some point last year, I was losing to someone who had given up on playing three weeks prior. The virgin lobsterita calls to me in my most haunted, lucid nightmares. I’m playing for claws this year.
- The All-Plays are usually a kick in the nuts but we’re all in it together. I make a few simple rules for myself to follow at the beginning of the year and the weekly all-plays unmercifully unravel my basic wagering principles until I’m a knotted thread of a woman who doesn’t know who she is anymore. I will not pick against Peyton, I will not pick for or against the Browns, I will avoid the MAC at all costs. I will not get involved with Ohio State. No, All-Play, noooooooooo.
On the third day of our trip, we actually entered a national park; Glacier National Park, to be precise. I have to admit, I did not rise and shine. It was (what I considered to be) the first day of my vacation and that does mean sleeping in a little bit. Nick was up in arms about getting parking for some of the trails we wanted to hit but I was all, “it’ll be fine, we’ll make it there by the time the first wave is leaving.” I’ll save you the anticipation. He was totally right, and my theory was incredibly wrong. Who knew parking was its own sport at Glacier?