it's {just me} and my fashion faux pas...

The other day my sister Kim posted this lovely piece of reminiscing. And it got me thinking. This, plus a late night closet cleaning extravaganza, lead to the following:

I asked Jake if it would be okay if I wore the orange number to church. He didn't quite like the idea. But he did follow through with a slow dance stepped to the beat of his Linkin Park Pandora playing in the background. Touching. 

Isn't it funny how your tastes in fashion change in just a short matter of time? Burnt Orange and Hot Pink? Really Kate? 

And even better? The Orange was worn for my Junior Prom. The Pink was for my Senior Prom. I was able to squeeze [really, I don't think I even took a breath while wearing it] in the orange one. But the pink refused to zip even a little [I had to hold it shut so I didn't give you all a show]. 

Even worse? ...

This thing was so tight I could hardly breathe. It took a lot of tugging and pulling from both of us to even get the zipper up. Promise it used to be white. Ignore the grey shade it now adorns from all the mud I dragged it through. 

I dug a little deeper in the closet though and found something that still fits over my bulging hips. It gave me a little bit of my lost confidence back.

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What?? It sooo counts. 

Moral of the story? I have the worst taste in dresses. And I have definitely added my share of "badonkadonk" since I said "I Do". The end. 

all about {him} and his new job...

Guess what I did today?

Slept in. With my husband. On a SATURDAY!

Guess what else I did today?

Went to breakfast at Ihop. With my husband. On a SATURDAY!

Guess what I did last night?

Went to a movie. With my husband. On a FRIDAY!

Okay, let me give you a little background. Since we have been married, Jake has worked every Friday night until midnight. Then he would wake up every Saturday and go to work at 9:30am and wouldn't get off until midnight. Needless to say, I would hardly see my husband on weekends.  

Well, NOT ANYMORE! 

Do we love his new job? YES! 

Jake on his first day. 

Okay, I lied. His first day required him to be ready by 7:30am. And I was not waking up that early on the ONE day I get to sleep in. So I insisted he try on his new work clothes the night before. I know. I am such a mean wife. 

 I had to force him to sit still for a picture documenting his new wardrobe. He was super enthused with the idea, obviously. And apparently, my treadmill assists in making the perfect pose. And his golf clubs really add to the ambiance of the picture. 

Either way, I am loving the fact that he comes home from work looking like this rather than smelling like burnt, old food. Yay for me. 

Adios...

Here's to a new chapter in our lives.

Jake's days as the Assistant Service Manager at Texas Roadhouse are over.

Are we excited? Yes.

Is Texas Roadhouse excited? No.

Who knew his coworkers loved him as much as I do.

Proof?

Here go you.

Names and faces [plus mild language] have been deleted to protect the innocent. Er, something like that.

Too bad I didn't get a picture of the two "going away" cakes that were bestowed upon him.
And, oh my goodness, so sad I miss the picture perfect moment of all pre-adult girls shedding tears on his behalf. [yep]

What can I say, my husband rocks. 

And in Texas Roadhouse tradition, those who leave get doused with... disgusting mixtures of disgusting food.

Adios TR. Thanks for all the free food. 

2022

you know those nights when your mind runs a million miles a minute.

when you start thinking about tomorrow.

which leads you to think about tomorrow's tomorrow.

and somehow you end up thinking about the tomorrow of ten years from now.

yep, it is definitely one of those nights.

sleep, how you elude me.

darn you crisis of 2022's tomorrow.

go away.

you are pointless to me at the moment.

much like this post.

the end.

The One Where I Profess My Love...

Valentine's Day. 

Even the title makes me cringe a little. Valentine's Day and I have a love/hate relationship. You could say we are not huge fans of one another. It's awkward. It's commercialized. And it's way too "on display" for me. 

Usually, I completely and utterly boycott it. Last year, I don't even think I said the words "Happy Valentine's Day" to my very newlywed husband. 

But this year I tried to have an open mind. I mean, c'mon, I am an old married lady now. And I have one heck of a cute husband. So I tried a different spin on it this year. A spin that included chocolate covered strawberries and homemade cheesecake [like from scratch. I know ... way out of character for me]. 

The husband even followed through with pink roses and all the chocolate a girl could ask for. 

This made for a gosh darn pretty good day. But my viewpoint on the dreaded V-Day didn't change until that night...

...Oh my goodness, get your head out of the dirties. Perverts. 

What I mean is that night when Jake offered our family prayer. And made me cry. Guys, I have a great husband. 

I have been having a hard time lately. School is taking over my life. Work has been stressful. And it seems I can't even get a good night of sleep with silly nightmares plaguing my dreams. 

But Jake has a way of putting everything into perspective. Even through a short "end of day" prayer. A prayer that makes me feel his love more than some sappy day filled with chocolate covered strawberries, homemade cheesecake, pink roses, and all the chocolate a girl could ask for.

So here I go. Professing my love. Ready?

I love my religion. I love my husband. And guys, I love Valentine's Day [well, at least for now].

I hope your Valentine's Day brought with it your own "professing of love". 

it's {just me} and the mommy of Max...

High School graduation is a funny time. You make promises to all your friends that you will never ever forget each other.  You make plans for future “reunions” and promise to stay in touch.

Those promises last about a year.

It has been five years since graduation and I still think of my high school friends often and miss the fun times we had. But let's be honest here, the promises we made have faded.

Except with Tallie.

Tallie and I were best friends all through high school. And we promised to stay best friends. Even though we have not seen each other in years, I still consider her one of my closest friends.

Tallie just had the sweetest bundle of joy enter her home. I can’t wait to squeeze his little cheeks. I also can’t wait to tell him the adventures his mother and I had.

So little Max Flint, get ready to meet your Auntie Kate and hear all about the time your mom and I:

got suspended and had to hang out in the abandoned boys locker room half of the day // made a movie inspired by Charlie’s Angels for Chemistry class // jumped the red truck over the dirt hills behind your mom’s house // memorized the entire script to How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days and quoted it often // drove on the wrong side of the road in Burley and spilled our entire carton of fries out of pure fear // sang “From This Moment On” on the top of our lungs at the playground // shared secrets we would never admit to anyone else // ate our Bake Central pizza on the basketball court at the park // walked around the track a bazillion times gossiping about anything and everything // rented a million movies from BC just because we could // tried on prom dresses at state basketball // went to BC for lunch every day for pizza and Dr. Pepper and Mountain Dew // made overly cheesy cards out of poster board for each other // dyed your mom’s hair in the bathtub of a hotel room // decided to be the boys basketball managers and all the fun times this job brought with it // would help each other with our duties at the big BC // drove to Almo for movie nights almost every weekend // had a sleepover in the basement next to the “dirt room” // went tanning to improve our whiteness and both ended up blistered from head to toe // would go to Dairy Queen or Arby’s every time we visited Burley // would write each other at least 2 or 3 notes a day just because // talked on the phone for hours upon hours after we moved away from home // and so. so. so. much more.

Welcome to the world little Max. You have no idea how special your mommy is to me. You are the luckiest little man in the world to have her. And your daddy isn’t too shabby either.

I love you Tallie, Dixon, and little Max. Come visit soon! 

Checkin' In & Checkin' Out!

Hi guys. Seems like my life is moving in slow motion and fast forward... at exactly the same time. Basically, I only have a minute to check in. But I just had to stop by and gloat. Lookie what I just finished filling out. 

The last five years of my life finally feel like they might be worth something. I am almost done, guys. Almost done. Phew. A few more months and I will officially be checked out of school! Uh, yay me!