Globe Obsessed

Have you ever wanted something so badly
that it possessed your body & your soul
through the night & through the day?

That's how I'm feelin' about this here globe I spotted at Anthropologie today. I want it bad, and I've been thinking about it all day long. But it's 148 buckaroos and something that expensive needs approval from 'da boss, aka, mi amor.

So, at tonight's 9 o'clock showing of Diary of a Wimpy Kid (I heart Rowley), I popped the question. "Can I buy the globe I saw at Anthropologie for 148.00? It's on sale, half-off, a total bargain, and the only one of its kind!"

He took a bite of popcorn and a sip of soda and said, "N-O." Just like that, "no."

So that's why I'm blogging to you right now. I wanted to let you know that tonight I'll be dreaming about winning the Lotto. And when I win the jackpot, my first purchase will be...that globe. Pray for me.

P.S. Maybe I'll call mi madre and tell her about this globe situation.

P.P.S It's not against the law to take your kids to the movies on a school night, even when it's past their bedtime. Plus, when you take your kids to the movies at 9 o'clock on a school night you get the theater all to yourselves. Now that's what I call a memorable fhe. Or maybe that's what you call poor planning. It's a toss-up, really.

Back in Black

Have I been a flaky writer or what? I'm back, though, and stronger than ever.

So I'm three weeks into school now, and I'm loving every minute of it. On the first night of class, my writing professor gave us a series of writing prompts. Every time she'd give us a topic to write about, my mind would go, "You're too old for this, Grandma. Do you see all these sweet, young honeys around you, writing up bits of brilliance? Their minds are fresher, stronger than yours. Go home old goat; it's not too late to drop-out."

I walked out of that night's class thinking, "Katy, you're not letting your mind go there. Remember your step class at the gym? You used to be the worst, but now you're second to worst (sorry, Kevin). This time, you're not giving up. You're going to crank it up AC*DC style, and you ain't never looking back."

I'm Back in Black, Chicas!

Foxy Lady

Here I am, posing in a gas station, on our way home from Utah. I couldn't believe the amount of beef jerky that place stocked. I really wanted to buy the above pictured keychain, but I resisted and settled for a bag of Funyuns. Not so foxy.

Sun Devil

I'm officially a Sun Devil. That's right, sweet chicas; I'm going back to school on 1-19-10. Can you even believe it?

I'm nervous. Nervous like when I had my first real kiss or when I had to sing the National Anthem at my high school's track meet. Nervous like the first time I got pulled over for speeding. "My dad is going to K-I-L-L me!" I cried to the cop. My dad didn't kill me. I think it was because my eyes were swelled-shut from blubbering all the way home.

Tonight, as I loaded the dishwasher, I turned to mi Amor and said, tears starting to brim, "Do you think I can do it? Get my master's degree? Be real with me. Seriously. I don't want to fail, and then waste all our money in the process."

You know what he said? He said, "There's no doubt in my mind that you can do it."

I'm taking his word for it; and he'd better be right.

Now the question I have for you right now is: Do you think I should show my ASU Sun Devil spirit by redecorating our bedroom like the above posted picture. Too extreme?

It's All a Blur

That's me, on the left, doing my thang at a Nordstrom trunk show. The picture was taken two years ago, and it's the only tangible memory I have from doing the show. When I downloaded the picture, I was bummed that it turned out so blurry. I knew I'd have to squint to see all the hours I had spent on making those hair accessories.

I look at this picture every now and again, and for some reason this thought always comes to mind: Don't waste time on things that profit you little or nothing. My little tryst with Nordstrom wasn't unprofitable or a waste of time, but all the trunk shows took place during the holidays. As you could imagine, I was already up to my eyeballs with other holiday responsibilities and adding four trunk shows into the mix wasn't easy--at all.

I was a SWAMP WITCH from November 1st until January 1st. I cried and yelled more times than I care to share, and my kids got used to saying, "We won't bother you while you're making clips." I was making clips for three months straight, so they didn't have a mother until Christmas day.

Was it worth it?

Yes and no.

I'll always be glad to have the accomplishment. But every time my kids look at that picture, they say, "Remember all those clips?" It's a loaded question, so I always leave it alone, unanswered.

P.S. The girl standing next to me is the Kids' Wear manager. I got to know her really well, so well, in fact, I ended up giving her a BOM. While standing in between the kids' clothes and cases of Dior sunglasses, I bore my testimony about Joseph Smith and the restoration of the gospel. It was gutsy of me, I know.

So my point is: Maybe it was all worth it, just for that one little part.

P.P.S Behaving like a swamp witch is never justifiable, right?

Choppin' Broccoli

I laughed like crazy when I read my homie's essay, "My Least Favorite Food." He's such a lover of anything that will clog his arteries: bacon, sausage, chips, processed cheese food, logs of butter. I can never get enough fruits and veggies into his diet, so I wasn't surprised to read his loathing for anything green.

For your entertainment:

My Least Favorite Food

My least favorite food is broccoli. I think they should invent a broccoli deflector. Literally, it's that bad. It's super nasty, and I barfed the first time I had it. It looks like a rotten tree. It is horribly rotten and do you know what the color of poison is? GREEN! So I'm never eating broccoli again. I would rather race around the world than eat broccoli. If it were alive it would be hideous and taste hideous. So that's why I hate evil broccoli.

The End

P.S. I hope he goes on a mission to Taiwan. After he has a serving of chicken claw stew (talons and all), he'll never turn his back on broccoli again. Never.

Handel It.

I grew up listening to this version of Handel's Messiah. I love it more than a chocolate bar or a bowl of rocky road. I dare say it's one of my all time favorite things. Yesterday, on my way to picking up the kids from school, I blasted track 7, "And He Shall Purify." I sang along like I was the first chair soprano in the Mo Tab. (I know there's really no such thing, right?) I could only sing to about the middle of the song. Then I had to windshield wipe the tears from my face. Christmas isn't Christmas without a lot of, "And He shall reign for ever and ever..." You feelin' me?

P.S. Did you know Frederick Handel was down in the dumps financially and mentally when he composed Messiah? It only took him 24 days to complete the entire score. Amazing. That's what mi madre told me, anyway, and she's right 110% of the time.