After the weight of a busy busy to do list over the past couple of weeks, here is a to do list of fun things for the summer that will be more relaxing than taxing:
Go to the
beach!
movies!
Hollywood Bowl!
desert!
forest!
Aunties and Uncles!
Make
a blanket!
wind chimes!
songs with dances!
mango sticky rice!
Read
poems!
novels!
my bookshelves!
You know what? I'm on my lunch break, and someone just brought hella cookies to the coffee break area. I just had a
My to-do list took over my life the past couple of weeks. That's okay... productivity is one of the best things ever. Sorry, friends, for the radio silence, and thanks for checking back in!
I feel I'm full of paradoxes. I'm a herd of paradoxen
wondering when I'll find the phlox in bloom.
Do oxen eat phlox in the meadow? Is that my lotion smudge on the window?
I feel the paradoxes like this:
Cold sweats. I googled today, "feeling hot and cold at the same time." Cold sweats. duh. I'm like, sick again, or something. Working really hard makes me feel calm and peaceful, then I'm like whoa, then I feel good that I did work. First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
Rapid cycling. Avid recycling. Bananas. High-heels and tarmac: hiking. An inkling of focus, a crinkling of locusts. Not locusts, crickets. A bike walking: it's crickets. Blinking, thinking, sinking. Winking. Wink wink! But at least I'm not drinking. Bring it on home, Amy, Wake up Alone: "stay up clean house, at least I'm not drinking. Run around just so i don't have to think about thinking... "
No, but for real, I decided--happy hours everywhere and not a drop for me to drink. I notice that even one glass of wine has me low the next day. Lord knows I have no reason to despair! With all my blessings, there is no fathomable place that can come from but from toxins that wear my body out too much. I can't even have a cookie without getting way too hyper then crashing an hour later. You'd think, with the amount of health articles I read, I would have some really specific terms for this. All I can say is, it just seems like every other time I eat something, I start to feel weird. "All I can say." Ha. Who am I kidding? I always have more to say!
On the last day of class, the teacher brought grapes, and I felt like I got a wild look in my eye as soon as I ate three. Outbursts, trying to contain myself. Those times, it's easy--I've got the smile that will make them forgive me!
I am blessed with being self-aware in this regard, but the flip side is that I feel paranoid whenever I start to get hyper or low, I wonder, what did I eat to make me feel like this?? I also stopped drinking coffee...
My hope is that without coffee, alcohol, or sugar, and with minimal carbohydrates and maximal vegetables, I will feel better. It pretty much has worked until I started feeling sick on Friday. That is probably stress related though.
Oh wait, are you not my doctor? Why am I telling you this? Beats me! What I'm trying to say is that I'm fine, but I've had some spells today. That usually happens when I get sick--the little things build up more quickly, and I have less cushion of whatever it is that keeps things from getting to me. What do we call that cushion? My brain isn't working. I woke up in fog.
Moving right along. Nah, for real, I'm sharing because this is the overwhelming question of my life. How can I even out without some kind of medication?
I'm pretty sure the answer is lots of walks, and even more Beyonce. Tell me if this doesn't make you feel better:
I wish pop music could solve all my problems. Actually, now that I think about it, what situations' resulting moods aren't improved by a little pop music? I'm going to sleep on that one, and let you know what I come up with.
I'm sure you're all dying to read that post, but I have something even more exciting to share with you in the near term. I plan to recite some of my poems to my computer's webcam and post them on my YouTube channel.
The trouble with poetry is (this could also be its own post--or series of posts--troubles of forms, of genres, etc). Ahem. Sorry. The trouble I've had with poetry is that it's hard to get people to read a poem. But people like watching YouTube videos!
"Because you, you're the one I need, you're the only one I see... Come on baby it's you-ooo!"
Warning: I feel a rant coming on. I really hate when people say "ignorance is bliss." I'm like wtf is wrong with you? That's how people get really sick. To achieve health and avoid toxins, knowledge is power.
In what situations is ignorance blissful? The definition of bliss is "extreme happiness; ecstasy." I get that bliss is a temporary state, and maybe it would be nice to not know the saturated fat content in a piece of cake, but is that bliss? Ignorance allows for bliss? Which then makes you feel like anchor about an hour later?
Anyway... I'm frustrated with myself for only now going to the Environmental Working Group's site, Skin Deep, which rates personal care products' toxicity levels. Turns out my "nail growth treatment" is more like a cancer growth treatment. It's going to be a trashcan-growth treatment now! I can't believe I didn't think to check on what those chemicals did. Oh well. Now I know better.
Right now I'm thinking, to hell with beauty products but I know I will find some good organic products eventually... Good thing I haven't been wearing much makeup lately--it was 100 degrees for the last week, so I drank about two gallons of water a day, and my skin cleared right up. Today it is cooler, and in the evening, I think Ryan and I will take a long walk.
I walked to Rubio's for lunch and am eating a veggie burrito, which I like, but I forgot to specify no sour cream, and no cheese. It's hard avoiding toxins.
Luna and Sola in a rare moment of cuddling. Too cute not to share! And a love song to accompany the photograph:
I heard this song on the radio--KCRW I think--and the Shazam app notification just reminded me about it... something about it was news... whatever that means!
This week has been a little intense for me. Nothing weird happened--but my brain chemicals are adjusting to hormones or something, and then when I listened to this Sam Smith song on the way to work this morning, I actually got really teary. Like, it's so sweet.
And then I pictured playing it at my wedding, and thought about how beautiful love is... and how much more is possible with good friends because TEAMWORK RULES.
I have so much love and faith in humanity in my heart.
Also, I had two different salads for dinner last night, and when I woke up, I felt amazing. Like I can do anything! Salad One (starring heirloom tomatoes, basil, greens, and kale) had a standard balsamic vinaigrette, while Salad Two (starring red cabbage and carrots) was, well, fancy cole slaw.
Did you know that red cabbage is amazing for the brain? It's probably amazing for everything. Skin, eyes, energy... I love cabbage.
Hey, by the way... while I've got your attention here, since I'm sharing my favorite song of the week--let me know about your favorite song(s) of the week, please.
This weekend is going to be terrific. Tomorrow morning, Ryan and I are going to check out an apartment together, then go to Izzy's birthday party, then go to his friend's birthday dinner. On Sunday, I will probably make granola, and something with beads!
Today at work I took the DISC workshop, which identifies default behavior patterns in people. DISC is an acronym for Dominance, Influence, Steadiness, Conscientiousness, which are drawn in quadrants. While all people have qualities in each quadrant at some point or another, generally, people have strengths that fall in just one or two.
I just pulled this little image off the internet. My star (adapted style--what I try to be, for others) and my circle (my natural style) are both on the bottom, in the middle, in section #17. My traits are oriented within Steadiness and Influence.
Steadiness means I value stability, predictability, thoughtfulness, listening, a moderate pace, systematic work, cooperation, and sincerity. The limitations are that I can be overly willing to give, putting my needs last, and can seem indecisive when I need to take some time to figure something out. Per the workshop, when I'm stressed or in the middle of a conflict, my go-to reaction is to comply, because what I want more than anything is harmony. If I can't do that or it isn't working, my next default is to avoid--but then it just simmers and I can explode.
Influence as a trait emphasizes sociability, and I scored nearly as high here as I did in Steadiness. Influence means shaping the environment by persuading others. I like to be involved with other people, and make a favorable impression, with charm and enthusiasm. I love social recognition, and am afraid of rejection, losing influence, and being blamed. I can be impulsive, disorganized, and lack follow-through. But I am optimistic! Having a tendency toward Influence means that in situations of stress or conflict, I need to express myself and gain acknowledgment. I need to be heard. But I hate conflict, so my secondary reaction is to comply, or accommodate.
While steadiness is dominant, I really think my conflict style comes out more in the Influence quadrant. I am really trying to express myself when something doesn't feel right, rather than try to avoid it or go with what someone else wants.
Overall, this was a useful workshop, and I'm glad to have spent my morning there, learning about types of human behavior, and the needs and patterns that accompany those styles.
I also looked at this chart and wondered about my relationship. I think Ryan is more C/D than I am. He is very goal-oriented, likes to be challenged, and asks tons of questions, wanting facts. He analyzes, he moves quickly, and he's all about deadlines. Opposites do attract!
I felt very quiet at lunch time, like I had to make a lot of room in my head to lay this all out for myself and let it sink in. I think as time goes on, I'll be able to use this information to help me better see the world through other people's eyes, and adapt my communication style to meet their needs.
The lenses are so thick that my legs, in my lower peripheral vision, just scared the crap out of me. I vow to become better coordinated before going downstairs! The walk upstairs tripped me out. Whoaaaa I'm at the top now? Freaky.
Tonight I will submit my short story revision packet to my instructor of ENGL 608: Seminar in Narrative Writing, which will conclude my first year of graduate school. I have worked hard at school this year, and I am proud of myself.
The problem is: I know I could have worked harder. I felt like I was putting in the minimum amount of effort to get an A. Of course an A is an accomplishment but I wanted to spend more time in my studies and really delve into the material so I can work hard and make it stick. I wanted days to work each sentence, revising them perfectly. Instead, I spent time doing Other Things.
The bigger problem is: although I filled the course requirements, Other Things still felt like they slipped. My number one priority is my full-time job, and I'm not certain that it got my 100% effort this past year. I think I did the best I could, but I often felt distracted. I think if I had less time to spend on schoolwork, and more time to daydream at home, I might have been more focused in the office.
I cannot overstate the importance of increasing my focus at work. This has been an ongoing issue. I had taken some medication to help me with this, but decided to drop the dosage to zero. I need to summon the strength from within. I hope I've got it!
So this week, I'm going to try to go easy on myself--meaning, work as hard as possible, but don't beat myself up over staring blankly at my computer screen every few minutes, imagining what I can make with beads, what I can crochet this summer, or eventually planting a garden with a three year old.
Stress can cause problems with memory, concentration, judgment, mood, temper, happiness, physical comfort, appetite, digestion, sleep, and so much more (thanks, HelpGuide).
Here is what I've been doing to help mitigate these issues: eating breakfast before work, stretching in the morning, blogging (always makes me feel good!), taking short walks, taking deep breaths, laughing as much as possible, eating brain food that won't make me sluggish and distracted, and trying to get a good night's sleep.
I am grateful that summer vacation is here--so grateful that I'm thinking about not continuing with grad school at this point in my life. Sure, someday, it would be nice to have a Master of Arts degree in English, but it's not necessary right now. What is necessary is taking care of myself and working hard at my job. Being an excellent employee will get me further than an MA, but I'm more concerned about right now than the future. How can I care about who I will be in the future and before ensuring that I'm doing right by myself and my commitments right now?
Okay, so that is the "stress" part of this post. Now, onto summertime!
Since I will have all of these evenings and weekends without homework, I amplanning some major crochet-with-audio-book time, and also lots of time for beading and embroidery. Those are my three favorite crafts.
I also just put on some Hawaiian Tropic sunscreen because it will be like 97 degrees today, and I still aim to clock a 3:00 walk. Right now, at 7:35 am, it is 76 degrees.
Also, this summer, I am just going to read lots of books. Terri lent me The White Album by Joan Didion right as I started grad school, and only now do I feel like I will have time to finish it! World, take note: don't lend me books unless you don't need them for a year. Sorry, Terri. I am still excited about this book!
Time to brush my hair, etc.
With love and a peaceful heart and a deep breath and a smile, Katie
Grad schools is pretty cool but man I cannot wait to have time to myself to read what I want to read! And bead what I want to bead! I investigated sea glass jewelry this evening. Frosty blue, wire, shiny green, bumpy things.
This morning: languor; this evening: vigor. I languished, I viguished. I extinguished a sandwich, expanded lavish language.
I had a lot on my mind today. Thinking of moving again. Since I graduated college in 2009, I've moved nine times. I thought I would stay in this cute little apartment I'm in for at least a couple years, but since I've fallen complete head over heels, I think this lease will not be extended past September. That's okay. My strategy for moving is to tackle all the little things with little shopping bags and marathon it. I probably walk miles back and forth with small loads. I leave the heavy lifting up to stronger muscles than mine, but I still have gotten into better shape each time. Where to move? Sherman Oaks? North Hollywood? Culver City? We'll see.
What else is on my mind? It is no secret that I look forward to having a family someday--I think I've only mentioned it on this blog in every single post (I'm thinking of Christa's shirt: "Hyperbole is the best thing ever!" which she told me about when I said it would be funny to have a shirt that said, "I hate irony."). I say it's no secret, but I still feel like, maybe other people think it should be. Am I oversharing? Anyway, I figured it's never too early to start reading up on parenting strategies.
I just finished listening to an audio book called How to Talk so Your Kids Will Listen and Listen So Your Kids Will Talk. Shout out to my Mama and Papa: they never read this book, but they pretty much nailed it on modeling respectful communication. What I liked about this book is that it uses tons of examples of scenarios in which a kid is upset or doing something undesirable and the parent can help the kid adjust to a needed change.
There have been a few times when I've been out and I've seen really upset children and parents at their wits end, and think, "Do I really want this?" How to Talk has given me great confidence that I can deal with what comes my way. Plus, I've read that most parents have no idea what they're doing, but you figure it out as you go.
I'm looking forward to moments: Seeing what crazy things make a baby laugh. Seeing applesauce on the kid's face after failed attempts with a spoon. Car dancing. Practicing how to read and write. Doing art together. And I keep thinking that someday I'll have two long-haired teenage boys eating everything in the kitchen and joking around with each other. I love those boys. I have all of these moments and dreams floating through my head, and it's wonderful. I think sometimes that there will surely be points when the dreaming is more fun than the reality. Still, I also know how good I feel when I work really hard, and when I'm doing something I love.
Those thoughts preoccupied me this morning, but when I came home, I was able to do just what I needed to do: cleaning, resting, cleaning, writing. And now, here I am, sitting in bed, smiling, yawning, good-nighting.
Got back from
the Bay Area last night and whew! It was a marvelous weekend. Lots of driving,
but that was okay.
Ryan and I
stayed at my apartment on Friday night and both did some work. He worked until almost midnight, and I
stopped trying to revise my short story at some point and went about my
housework. We left around 7:30 in the morning, and on the way to the Grapevine,
we saw a very odd cloud. It looked painted—a two-dimensional circle with brush
strokes across it, perfectly horizontal. For a little while, I added photos from my
phone to my various Pinterest boards…
We also
stopped at the Apricot Tree restaurant to use the restroom, and I got a slice
of apricot pie to go. I liked it, and I must have eaten it in under a minute. I had had a little blueberry muffin from
Starbucks when we left, but I should have brought real snacks! We thought we
could make it to San Jose, and then eat lunch, but a half hour away, in Gilroy,
we stopped at In N Out. I’m glad we did that. I happen to like French fries
more than I used to. Sometimes I wonder if my taste will change back!
I visited my
family for about fifteen minutes—enough time to gobble down a tray of pretend
cookies that Violet served, and show my Mama a picture of my new gafas
(glasses) that I’ll pick up this week—then hit the road to Yountville.
My Grandma Kay
lives 100 miles north of my parents. I went up to see her and had to stop on the way for coffee because I was feeling drowsy, and we all know that's dangerous. I think I will have to cut back on caffeine and focus on getting to bed on time! The past two nights, I hadn't done so. I arrived at 5, and we went out for sandwiches, then visited at her place. Man, was it good to see her! I told her all about my life and every desire of my heart, and listened to her insights and stories. I vowed to not let another year pass before seeing her again.
On the way home, I met up with Ryan at his cousin's house, and met some more of his family. I also made/ate a s'more. You all know how I feel about marshmallows.
Then on Mother's Day, Violet and I woke up and laid on my parents' bed with them and chatted. Violet gave her a card, and my mom and I watched these cute mama and baby seals on TV for a minute... the "nature moment" of Sunday Morning, which is a show I didn't know about.
Ryan and I went to visit my Grandma Mare, and we sat around eating strawberries and he played the piano a bit. I wondered if my Dad was impressed! Prior to this visit, they had only met for a quick handshake. I know my happiness is important to him, and I'm the happiest ever, so I'm not worried about it.
Then we went to Grandpa Ross and Marilyn's house. Fajitas, an apple cake, silliness... got to see my sister Hannah and my Uncle Nathan. Left at 1:30, home in LA at 7:15.
When Ryan and I got home, we were pretty wiped out. I didn't think I could do anything but sleep, but somehow, we got ourselves together, and I finished the rest of my homework! That's another reason I love this guy. He believes in me more than I believe in myself sometimes. He holds me to a higher standard, and somehow I end up doing better than my best, when I would define my best on my own.
Sola has her tail draped over my arm. Cuuuuute. I hope you all had a happy Mother's Day too!
I learned yesterday that Izzy calls cat videos "kitteos." Amazing. She was all tucked in at 8:30, and prior to starting my homework, I read through a book that Tom and Gale had been putting together called "My Quotable Kid" and I was laughing so hard that I wasn't just tearing up with the hilarity, I was crying! It was beautiful. It made me want to have a child. I just love this girl. Today she is seven!
So this is for you, Izzy!
We had a little dance party to the first half of this song before bed. Then she read me a book called, "If Kittens Could Talk" and she said about one kitten photo, "It looks like this one is dancing to 'Birthday!'"
Also, now that I've mentioned this song in like, three posts this week, I should say that, no, I am not listening to this song exclusively--it's just so catchy that I can't help that it is stuck in my head.
I am excited that I will be visiting with my family this weekend. I like the road trip too! I don't think I could live in LA if I didn't like driving as much as I do.
Just this quick one this morning--and back to work. I'm not as hyper today. Less breakfast must be the culprit!
It was another Katy-Perry-on-the-way-to-work
day plus I did my hair (with my
straightenerrrr) so I am feeling good. Birds know how I feel. Walking on walking on airrrr!
Tonight I will babysit my cousin who is turning
7 tomorrow. I love her. Izzy is hilarious and sweet. Together, we paint nails,
draw pictures, watch movies, tell stories, read books… fun times with Izzy
Jean! So I’m excited about that.
Yesterday, I was productive, like, all day.
This is an applejack. I mean a rarity. That was a My Little Pony joke! I mean,
I try to be productive all day all the time, but I do get caught up in a few
distractions a day. Then yesterday, I was like No. So today will be muy similar, I hope/plan/intend. I need to portmanteau
this: I plantend. Smirk smirk.
Okay, I may be too hyper right now to write a
coherent post without alienating people over seven years old. Deep breath in
and hhhhuuuuuu. Okay.
So anyway, now I am at work, about to get
rolling on some excellent proyectos (projects). The Digiteam has some really
exciting content to publish! But I won’t say anymore about that. You will just have to poke around the sites
to see how cool they are. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes. (Beauty and the
Beast reference).
This coming week will be sort of crayfish for
me. I have to submit my final work for
my class, so lots of study time is needed. I will attempt to balance this with
a visit up to the Bay Area this weekend to see my llama, I mean my Mama. I am
part llama—did you know?
Last year on Mama day, my mama and I visited her
Mama, Grandma Kay (aka GK), in the North Bay. And I haven’t seen her since. So
this year, I am going back to see her. I
will bring my arts and crafts and it will be totally great and we can discuss
love and hope and sorrow and children and time and philosophies of happiness.
Plus maybe also get manicures or something.
She’s a cool, smart lady.
The other day I was going to tell you all about my boyfriend and why I'm so crazy about him. Here are just a few things, before I get back to business:
He has always been there for me when I needed a friend (and I've known him since Nov. 2004).
He has always looked out for my physical and emotional well-being.
He is funny. He makes me laugh all the time. He is just as silly as I am!
He is smart, and he makes smart choices.
He is stable.
He is kind.
He takes initiative.
He works really hard.
He's one of those left-and-right brain people who is very good at problem-solving and being analytical but is also very creative... His singing and piano playing are beautiful and he dances with me. Plus, his photography is terrific.
He is healthy--eats well and exercises regularly
He is direct, forthright with what he thinks and wants.
He is super cute.
He loves my cats
He is clean. Really, really clean!
He loves and is good with kids.
He is a great cook.
He is all about equality and teamwork.
I find his interests interesting.
He is patient with me.
He appreciates me for who I am.
This list is not intended to be exhaustive but, that covers most of it. Maybe I'm bragging a little bit; please forgive me. Hopefully this can help you see why I cannot stop talking about this guy or about how happy I am.
All the way home from work yesterday, I smiled. The day was ordinary in terms of my tasks, but I just felt really good. This wasn't the manic euphoria either--it was serenity. Probably because of my good breakfast, my veggie burrito lunch, a good night's sleep, and high productivity early in the morning. That is a really good combination. Also, I had "Birthday" by Katy Perry stuck in my head all day, so I put that on when I got into my car, and how can you not smile with that on? I will have to listen to it again today!
I am content with the present and really looking forward to the future. My heart is full of happiness in this moment. Plus, texting my boyfriend about our future together is really exciting! Anticipation is so powerful.
This may be the best month of my life. When I was visiting my family at Easter, my grandma asked me how I had been. I thought about it, and I said, honestly, "I'm actually the happiest I've ever been in my entire life."
That's not to say that I don't have my mood swings, that I don't get upset. I do. I definitely do. But when I zoom out and think about my job, being in school, my little apartment with my two kitties, and my man, I'm like wow. I'm a lucky lady.
It makes me think of the last line of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the movie). Charlie, do you know what happened to the boy who suddenly got everything he ever wanted? ... He lived happily ever after.
I would love to end this post on that note, because I'm an ultra-romantic (duh), but I also don't want anyone to think that I'm silly enough to believe in "happily ever after" as a result of getting what you want at a certain age. I think "happily ever after" is continual work. Sometimes it's really hard to remember gratitude or forgiveness when things are going wrong all over the place. Still, I think it can be done. And I plan to do it.
Enough with the food pictures for now, right? But with the bowl of berries, and the basic salad, you now have an accurate picture (pictures!) of my diet staples. This isn't going to become a food blog, though, insofar as I can look into the future of my heart.
The future of my heart is more family than food. Of course we all need each other, but I mean, in terms of my writing focus. So let me tell you about my future heart and family.
I'm totally in love with this guy named Ryan. I am going to marry him and have his babies. I'm not saying this impulsively, but with the certainty of gut feeling. I've been thinking this (hoping this!) for months, and it only feels more right, the more time we spend together.
Do you want to hear about him? And how I know this love is different? Or do you want to hear about my weekend?? Ahhh I have so much to say before I leave for work. We'll see what we get to.
Weekend first. On Friday night, we just relaxed and watched Midnight in Paris. His choice and I LOVED it. So good. He knows me well, to put that on.
Saturday morning, we hiked through Griffith Park, looking out over Los Angeles, Glendale, and of course tons of plants and dogs and hikers. I was actually sort of depressed at first on this hike, because it made me realize that I need to exercise more, which made me feel weak. But then Ryan reminded me that, hey, we can do this every weekend! And it was beautiful and fun. And hot, but fine. Back at his apartment, we cleaned up, then headed out of the LA heat and up to Ventura, where we strolled and went into antique stores and thrift stores. We sat and had a cup of iced tea at Palermo (pineapple green tea yummm), and I showed him my Pinterest board of wedding decor. Maybe because of this conversation, or maybe not, we strolled up the street after that, then he suggested we go into a jewelry store. This place, Fox, has really nice engagement rings. We talked to the woman about what to consider, and I was asked about what styles I liked.... When we walked out of the store, full of information, I was like, "Wait, can we just stop for a second?" And gave him a big hug. It felt momentous. Unforgettable. Talking to a jeweler about rings, and hearing my man say he wanted to buy me something that fancy made me feel really good, you know? Maybe some women would take this for granted. Like, yeah, aren't they supposed to do that? Well, maybe. But I also know that fine jewelry is a luxury, and it is a gesture of colossal love that filled my heart with deep gratitude.
Sunday morning, from his apartment, we walked to the Farmer's market. I got blueberries, and honeysuckle-scented soap. I was/am astonished at how closely the scent is to real honeysuckle. I felt like I was at my great-grandmother's old beach house, when I was a child, when it existed, where honeysuckle grew up these trellises in the front. Behind this place were the blackberries. I still feel close to these plants. Anyway, our excursion was about a two-hour walk, overall
News break: My cat, Luna, hopped up on the counter and was sniffing at the apple cake I made last night (no frosting). Cute. There was plastic wrap over it, but still I moved the cake to the stove, and put Luna on the floor, where she is actually allowed to be.
Ryan came home with me in the afternoon, and we had dinner. Then, he read; I baked: granola and apple cake.
In recounting my weekend to you, I feel like I have not done justice to the wonderment wrapped up in each moment. There is this magic, this gratitude and awe that I have this love that is so funny and kind and smart. He looks out for me, and makes fun plans. We believe in each other. We love each other. He is stable and will be a good father when we have a family someday.
So that's what I've got on this Monday morning: a heart fluttering, in love, a bowl of berries in my belly, these two super cute cats, and a drive to work ahead.
Ryan is just finishing up playing the piano along to the new mj and justin track and I have this awesome salad and I'm totally thrilled. We have had an amazing weekend... More on that later! Xoxoxo -kt
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