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December 6, 2007

The holidays are upon us.

Silly Deer

There is nothing more exciting than knowing that the holidays are upon us.  I am sitting here typing to you while listening to KOST 103.5, Southern California’s soft rock station.  Through the holidays they play continual Christmas music, and I must say listening to both traditional and obscure holiday tunes songs that I grew up on is most comforting.  I’m sure all three of the kids are wondering why I’m listening to Christmas music, they will understand when they check their stockings and see that Santa has left them all catnip treats, crinkle balls and fun mice to play with.

Norad Tracks Santa

I’m pleased to announce that NORAD has begun its official 2007 Santa tracking!  You too can follow along by visiting their site.  There are lots of things to explore in the North Pole and on Christmas Eve following Santa’s flight, just make sure you dive into bed before Santa lands on your roof top.  *Note: You can click the Norad banner above and be whisked away to the North Pole to check out the going ons up there this time of year.*

I am headed home to Seattle for the holidays and am looking forward to the trip.  My nephew Andrew is such a darling.  The other day I called and spoke with him.  He asked me “Auntie Kat… when is your birfday?” I told him “It’s in August baby.”  Then he asked the one of those questions that men should never ask a lady. “Auntie Kat how old will you be?” When I replied “40”, he stated “I’m four”.  He knows that Christmas means we exchange gifts and he has a little trouble with remembering the difference between birthdays and the holidays.  Then the imp asked me.  “Auntie Kat what would you like for your birfday?”  when I said “Well, I’m not sure.”  he stated with great certainty, “You need a new car because your car has a flat tire.”  I had to smile, the things this little man remembers, I mentioned during the thanksgiving holiday that my car had a flat tire and darn if he didn’t remember that.

During my trip home we girls will be embarking upon one of our family traditions of sitting on Santa’s lap.  My mother can chronicle our lives by those photos.  This year she will have her 40th photo of me on Santa’s lap.  She loves to pull them out and we all enjoy looking at them and remembering when.Â

In the beginning it’s just me, then as the years slowly tick by you see the addition of my two sisters.  There are years my mom swears she wonders if we girls had a mother, due to impart the current styles in the late 70s and 80s and into the 90s.  Then we have those years where one of us looked stunning and the other two, well not so much, and on the odd year when all three of us beauties looked just that simply gorgeous.Â

I suppose if I ever bring home a fellow for the family to meet, instead of whipping out the obligatory Kat, as a baby naked on the bed, she will show them our life story in the holiday pictures.

I received a wonderful card from my moms God daughter Cheryl.  She and I have been pen pals since I was in 3rd grade and begged my mom for someone to write to.  She is the woman I shared all my hopes and dreams with throughout the last 30+ years.  She’s shared the trials and tribulations of my life and I hers.  She knew every time I had a boyfriend, a crush, or just needed to vent about life in general.  There is nothing like having a confidant like she was for me.  Since she lived on the east coast and I live out on the west coast, it was to expensive to call however at the time it cost nearly nothing to send a letter in the mail.  I used to wait for her letters and read them over and over.  To this day I have every childhood letter she sent me, they fill an entire box!  I remember the first time I talked to her on the phone, it was right before I married at the ripe old age of 19 and she called me to confirm that my wedding dress was indeed white due to her dream that I was getting married in an ORANGE dress.Â

In her note she sent along a picture, her three babies are no longer so little, her oldest is now 17, her middle is 15 and her baby is now 12, its amazing how time flies.  I’ve watched all three grow up through pictures, letters and heard about life on the occasional phone call we have now and again.  She to this day remains the one friend I’ve had the longest, with the one exception of my sister Becky.  I’d like to send her family warm wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years. *note: I’ll be sending a card snail mail too*

On that note it’s now 11:06pm and I’ve been sitting here singing songs along with KOST’s holiday songs and it’s time for me to retire to bed.

Here is wishing you and yours a very Happy, Safe and Wonderful Holiday Season!

Love Kat and the kids.

Jolly Holly
Filed under: Life,Love,Pursuit of Happiness by Kat at 12:24 am

May 24, 2007

Adventures In Painting

So I finally did it… I got this wild hair to paint my bedroom a new bright happy color.  I went up to my local home depot and pulled all those little cards, one by one I rejected each color until I found what I thought was the absolutely perfect light yellow color,  Moonlit Yellow.  Now my internal voice is saying to me Kat, this color will lighten up your room, bring a smile to your face when you wake up and the sun is streaming into the room.

Armed with my chosen color, I went to the paint counter, handed my card with its little swatch selection over to the paint guy and had him mix it.  He opened up the can afterwards and it was this innocuous yellow, little did I know what would follow.

I was on the phone with my dear friend John, asking him a gazllion questions, such as what size roller do I need?  Is 3/8 nap what I want or do I want this one that is sponge?  I think he is glad that he’s in Kentucky and I’m here in California so I couldn’t try conning him into painting for me.  All proud of my selections I walked over, paid for it all and walked out.  I should mention I also spent a good bit of time looking for “Just” the right curtain rod.  Yep, I’m all girl when it comes to this shopping stuff.Â

I spent the next two days cleaning out my bedroom.  Now I must say, I moved the bed out and I thought the dust bunnies were going to bite me on the ankles they were that big.  All I could say was DAYMN!  I also found out that Ace the cat is a kleptomaniac; he had a stash of toys, straws, socks, and other things I couldn’t find way in the back dark corner that I never saw before.

So it’s the big day, Saturday, and armed with my roller, paintbrush and plastic drop cloth I was ready to paint.  I started taping off the room with this blue tape that John told me to buy, then picking up the big one gallon paint can, I popped the top, poured out the paint and got going.  Rolling away I managed to drop the paint tray more than once, yes ladies this is why you use a plastic drop cloth or your carpet will match your walls for sure. I rolled and rolled, and when my friend Kevin called, he said “Kat, make sure you make big W’s so the paint will blend nicely” he also told me that while it looked light now, it would dry a touch darker than I might think and I’d see for sure if I missed any spots.  So I painted and painted until it late afternoon when it was so hot I had to quit.Â

Now the fun part… watching paint dry.  Amazing but true paint changes colors as it dries.  It went from this light sunshiny yellow to a color that we as adults all know and associate with one big Sesame Street character “BIG BIRD”.  Yes to my dismay, my charming yellow was BIG BIRD YELLOW. Now imagine I’ve painted 3.5 walls and I even managed to run out of paint and made an emergency run for one more quart, only to see that Sunday just HOW bright my room was.  Good Lord, Moonlit yellow, yes, the moon lights up my room like a candle now.

So it’s now a week later and so far the Yellow has grown on me.  I’ve even managed to hang drapes, add a few homey touches and I’m starting to really like this bright cheery room.  Would I have picked this color out on my own, that’s easy No, but am I happy with how it’s turned out, well I have to say, sometimes a mistake can turn out to be a heck of a cool thing.

Filed under: Life,Pursuit of Happiness by Kat at 11:34 pm

March 17, 2007

St. Patrick’s Day


So St. Patrick’s day is upon us and world wide there were be loads of people tipping green beer, wearing green and celebrating this day. But what exactly is the point of St. Patrick’s day? I figured it was time to explore my Irish roots (yes I’m a typical American, I have a little of this and that in me)

So this is what I’ve found out about this man and the holiday we celebrate…

From what little can be gleaned factually about St. Patrick, he wasn’t an Irish man, Patrick was born in Britain, probably in Wales, around 385 A.D. His father was a Roman official. When Patrick was 16, seafaring raiders captured him, carried him to Ireland, and sold him into slavery. The Christian Patrick spent six lonely years herding sheep and, according to him, praying 100 times a day. In a dream, God told him to escape. He returned home, where he had another vision in which the Irish people begged him to return and minister to them: “We ask thee, boy, come and walk among us once more,”. He studied for the priesthood in France and made his way back to Ireland. This information comes to us from the autobiographical Confession and a letter written to Crotoicus, who was a slave taking marauder.

He spent his last 30 years there, baptizing pagans, ordaining priests, and founding churches and monasteries. His persuasive powers must have been astounding: Ireland fully converted to Christianity within 200 years and was the only country in Europe to Christianize peacefully. Patrick’s Christian conversion ended slavery, human sacrifice, and most intertribal warfare in Ireland. (He did not banish the snakes: Ireland never had any. Scholars now consider snakes a metaphor for the serpent of paganism. Nor did he invent the Shamrock Trinity. That was an 18th-century fabrication.)

A good source of information regarding St. Patrick can be found in the Catholic Encyclopedia.

So as you tip a green beer and celebrate this St. Patrick’s day… remember there is always more to the holidays that we celebrate than meets the eye.

Kiss the Blarney stone for me!


Filed under: Life,Pursuit of Happiness by Kat at 10:48 am
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