Category: Challenges

“Everything”

My confession-

“Everything” by Alanis Morissette

I can be an asshole of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it’s going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes

I am the wisest woman you’ve ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you’ve connected.
I have the bravest heart that you’ve ever seen
And you’ve never met anyone
Who’s as positive as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here

I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I’m terrified and mistrusting
And you’ve never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I’m ashamed
There’s not anything to which you can’t relate
And you’re still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go

I’m the funniest woman that you’ve ever known
I’m the dullest woman that you’ve ever known
I’m the most gorgeous woman that you’ve ever known
And you’ve never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything (you see everything), you see every part (you see every part )
You see all my light (you see all my light) and you love my dark (and you love my dark )
You dig everything (you dig everything) of which I’m ashamed (of which I’m ashamed)
There’s not anything (there’s not anything) to which you can’t relate (to which you can’t relate)
And you’re still here

(You see everything, you see every part)
And you’re still here
(You see all my light and you love my dark)
And you’re still here
(You dig everything of which I’m ashamed)
(There’s not anything to which you can’t relate)
And you’re still here…

Thanks for being here!

-Kat

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A Long Time Ago

Teen Kat is taking over to share an embarrassing moment. It took place 30+ years ago and she remembers it much better than I do.

HI! Teen Kat stepping in here. Last time you saw me I was giving the performance of my life in my basement but for today’s post, I dropped the microphone and I’m hanging out with a guy I think I like. He’s an old school bad boy. Think dark wavy hair, almost covering impenetrable brooding eyes, long and lanky in faded levis and a snug shirt. He is not my type and how I ended up here with him is another story. 

We have been walking around the mall and getting to know each other. He is doing more talking than me and he’s very patient with my awkward social skills. I can’t understand why he’s wasting time with me because I can see by the looks n the faces of passing girls that they would trade spots with me in seconds flat. And yet here I am. 

He buys me and ice cream cone and we go outside to sit on a bench to enjoy the beautiful day.  I’m trying to lick my ice cream in a lady-like manor and because I’m so worried about looking silly or getting ice cream on my face, I’m going about it slowly. Really, really slowly. 

So slowly that just as you would expect, the ice cream begins to melt. And now I’m trying to discreetly control the drips sliding down the cone, my hand, my arm……. and doing the most inept job of it! At the time he says nothing and pretends he doesn’t notice the glorious mess I’m making. I am a walking disaster that one crumpled ice cream drenched napkin cannot fix!! 

At that point, I have decided that I like this guy and I’m pretty sure I will never see him again because look at what an awkward mess I am! I wish for the ground to open and swallow me up. I want my ice cream cone to disappear because yes, believe it or not, I still have it! I want to cry. Oh man, this is not my finest moment. Most of all, I want to forget it ever happened. 

While Teen Kat scurries off to clean up, I’ll take the post back. I let Teen Kat tell the story because it makes me squirm to even think about it. It was that embarrassing. What makes it rank up there in my top 10 embarrassing moments is that bad boy ended up being present in my life to this day as a good friend and whenever he’s feeling feisty, he will ask me if I would like to get ice cream, reminding me that he was witness to such a fiasco. (And yes, it was that bad!!!)

How about you? Do you have an embarrassing moment you would like to share?

-Kat

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Hidden Talent

Day 26 of the 30 Day Blogging Challenge- Your Hidden Talent

This calls for bringing attention to myself- something I would rather not do. And not bringing attention to myself is something I do very well. In fact, at times I think I’ve perfected it to the level where I’m completely looked over in a group. I’ve noticed that when I want to be heard, I have to fight harder to get people to listen. While other people might clear their throat or make a gesture indicating they have something to say, my attempts at those same cues are ignored.

An unforeseen consequence is that I’ve had time to hone my observation skills. Somewhere along the way, I realized that I had the ability to read people. Sometimes it’s as easy as watching the expressions on their face or their words or body language. Other times it comes across as a vibe. I can’t put my finger on it but if something is off with a person, I can usually sense it.

You would think that this skill might come in handy when interviewing people to fill a position. Unfortunately, I found out early on that others don’t value this “talent” or trust a feeling. If I can clearly “see” that someone is going to be inflexible and opinionated  (whether based on their behavior or my less-trusted-by-others vibes), there are others who won’t believe it until they are in a meeting watching the person fight everyone at every turn and it’s too late.

I’ve learned to express my opinion and give examples supporting them, and then letting it go. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying. But at least I know that when push comes to shove, I gave everyone fair warning and I won’t be personally caught up in the melee.

So maybe it’s not a talent. Maybe it’s me being obnoxious and overly opinionated. Who knows? What I do know is that since I wear an invisibility cloak- not of my choosing- most people won’t be subjected to it. 🙂

Have a great day!

-Kat

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Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Fire Prevention

This week’s topic for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Fire Prevention is right up Beej’s alley. He is our resident authority on the subject, being a fire fighter in training.

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Thanks for stopping by!

-Kat

Regrets? Nope

After what ended up being a very long week for both of us, I found myself holding Beej and rocking to a song that has been soothing him for most of his three and a half years. We were in his room, formerly known as Kris’s. He was overtired and wanted me to read but my gut told me that holding him was the right way to go. I told him, “I need to remember why I’m doing this.” In true Beej fashion he gave my words some consideration and decided that this worked for him.

He rested his head on my shoulder as I sat down on Kris’s bed. The room was still Kris’s when they came home so it was a mix of both Kris and Beej. Having to be Beej-proof, it was more three year old than adult Kris. It was the room we had chosen for Kris when we first moved in over twenty years ago, although it would be a few years before Kris actually slept here. Having shared a room with big brother Michael for four years caused Kris to be scared of being alone and missing their brother. This resulted in a musical chairs game of rooms and Andrew spent some time in the pink room surrounded by Kris’s belongings.

While we listened to Beej’s old “rocking to sleep” playlist, I remembered moving kids around from room to room until everyone landed where they belonged. And belong they did! Although none of them have lived at home full-time in four years, they have staked their claims on their rooms. Wrenching Kris’s room from their tightly clenched fists has been brutal. Kris is always welcome to stay in their room but they understand that if Beej is spending the night, Kris will have a roommate.

As I sat there, it seemed a bit surreal to be rocking a grandchild in a room where one of my own kids grew up.

Those days when I was kept busy non-stop seem so long ago and yet there are so many times when I’m in the middle of a day with CJ and Beej that an overwhelming sense of deja vu strikes and it’s the most familiar feeling in the world.

This isn’t where I thought I would be but I know it’s where I’m supposed to be.

So in response to today’s (2 weeks ago’s) blogging challenge prompt- Biggest regret- I have to say- No regrets.

Have a great day!

-Kat

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“I was in the middle…”

I spent weeks thinking about “what attracts me (in love)”- today’s (Sunday’s) prompt. I did not have many serious relationships before I got married. I didn’t have many so-so relationships either. Thinking about all of them, and by all we are talking less than six if you combine both serious and not into one not so big group, I tried to locate something this rag tag group of guys had in common. I removed the so so guys from the mix and focused on the big three. All I succeeded in doing was removing any common threads that strung the group together. Finding myself at a dead end, I looked at my favorite quotes. And this is what I found-

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”  -Jane Austen

There you have it- Mr. Darcy’s explanation of how he fell in love with Elizabeth.

I can’t give you a list. I don’t seem to be attracted to any specific quality, or maybe it is that I’m unaware of what attracts me. Either way, Mr. Darcy says it best.

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