The Low Point

My bossed just asked me, in the middle of a conference call, if I was sexually frustrated. Why pray tell, simply because I was twirling my hair. Again, I say Low Point.

The Shock

They are certain moments in life you just can't be prepared for, such as being robbed. Last Thursday our beautiful home was broken into. At the end of my work day, I got a frantic call from my roommate... Our house was broken into. Now we live in a nice area, but don't have an alarm system so I suppose not nice enough.

Before I took a breath all I could think about was Sukie, did they hurt her, take her, did she run away? Luckily, she was fine and my incredible roommate Amanda went into the house to find her hiding upstairs. During crises you learn where your priorities lie and possibly to a fault mine are with my dog.

All of our laptops were taken and some family heirlooms of Amanda's, jerks... Oh and one of Power 90 DVDs. But no one was hurt and the place wasn't trashed too badly. So whats done is done.

Maybe I'll just tell myself that the money they got from our stolen goods went to somebody's kids for basic needs and maybe a little Christmas joy. It doesn't justify the action, but it sounds better than it went to feed someone's drug addiction.

The Disappointment

Alright, I gave it time before writing. I was afraid of what I might say in the heat of the moment, but I was NOT happy with the movie version of Twilight. Did we learn nothing from McCain and the Republicans, play only to your base and ignore outer parties... you lose.

Twilight was not only made for 13-year-old girls. It was like it was made BY a 13-year-old girl. I can handle the melodramatic perspective, we are talking about a story based on a high school aged love affair, vampire or not everything is dramatic when you are 17. However, I am under NO circumstances OK with directors and screenwriters who think they can write the story better. Look, I don't even think as a whole the series is written all that well, but that doesn't mean you should chop up what is a story about a relationship into a series of fragmented scenes based on famous lines taken out of context and poorly formulated action sequences.

For instance, in the book Edward blocks Bella's car to sit and watch in amusement as every guy in Forks asks her to prom. In the movie this scene is blown through and loses the humor it is originally written with. Now movie adaptations will always involve cutting for time. However if you chose to include a moment from the book in the movie... FEATURE IT AS IT IS WRITTEN.

I feel better, thanks. The strangest part of this rant is despite all my frustrations with the movie and I promise this is only the tip of the iceberg. Every time I see a trailer, I want to see the movie again. So, the movie managed to appeal to the 13-year-old in me who just wants to see a gorgeous guy fall for an awkward girl and save her from danger.

The Big Moment

So I don't think, at least for the time being, it should be difficult to know what my post is about today. Yes tonight at midnight, I along with my obsessed sister and her friend Leslie, am going to see Twilight.

So tomorrow or possibly later (I will be very sleep deprived) I will let you know how it is. I admit I am a tad bit nervous. I am not playing the expectations game appropriately. I, thanks to my sister, am pretty entrenched in this series. It is difficult to not have high expectations. And I know by some of the casting choices the director has already taken some leeway with the book. We will see. I love these characters... so here's hoping.

The Onesie

The onesie in all its glory is finally in season!! For those of you who don't remember onesies also known as footsie pajamas. It is a one-piece, full-bodied suit all the way down to the feet. Target's new age name for these classic piece is "Blanket Sleepers". Not a bad description considering in essence it is like walking around in a blanket fitted to your body.



Granted, these particular night-time garments are made for those still in elementary school meaning due to my 5'8'' frame I will be buying a children's XL (Super Sexy). None the less I am thrilled by the breadth and range of this season's options. Target alone has 13 styles to chose from. Which will make choosing by far be the hardest part. Luckily there are literally 5 targets within a 5 miles radius. Meaning I am confident Ashleigh will finally get her hands on that elusive Glow-in-the-Dark space ship onesie.

The Amazement

I realize I am at least the millionth person to blog about this but I can't help it..... President Barack Obama. I'm still in shock. It's one of those things that you prepare for and talk about for such long time that when it actually happens you some how can't process the reality.

I'm thrilled, I know the US political system isn't designed for rapid and significant changes and the only times when that occurs us during times of crisis (which well face it we are close to). However, even though I am fully aware the Obama stump speeches won't magically be turned into reality overnight. I so excited that it happened at all.

Knowing that the motions happening around you will forever be a part of history is a surreal and incredible thing. I've experienced history-making moments before, but not ones I view as positive. Nov. 4, 2008 I pray, hope and believe will be a moment in history I look back on with pride and enthusiasm. I saved my GA vote sticker which I plan to keep forever and to show to my kids one day (if I ever have any). So they can take it to school with them when they do a project on the election I just lived through and voted in.

The Relief

There is absolutely nothing better than when Friday comes early. That's right kids after 5:00 this afternoon I am done for the week. I am heading, to what I pray is a SUNNY, St. Simons for this year's battle of the titans, Georgia-Florida. This one is destined to be a doosy. Both teams have one loss, two of the best QBs in college football and a crowd full of jean shorts and frilly dresses.

I would like to spout about how the Bulldogs are simply going to pulverize the gators. But my roommate Ashleigh and I have learned to play The Expectations Game, even with college football.

The Expectations Game is quite simple: Keep your expectations low for outcomes and upcoming events and there are two possible outcomes:
A.) You receive the satisfaction of being right if the outcome/event is less than stellar
B.) You get the extra bonus of things being better than you anticipated
I realize this may seem like a negative out look on life. But we have found it is actually an essential part of the positive train Ashleigh and I have been riding lately. This way we are rarely to never disappointed.

As usual this post has gone of track, though I think the expectations game is important lesson. I simply wanted to reveal in my early release from the working world. Undoubtedly considering the well known theme of the Georgia-Florida game "The World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party". I am positive I will have fun stories from my long weekend (hopefully not too fun...)

The Good Days

Alright the boyfriend did good. I am not at all difficult to figure out. I have a handful of things I really enjoy. Therefore, provide me with them in tandem and it'll will probably work out quite well.

For instance, due to my stint studying abroad in Italy, I love no other cuisine as much as authentic style Italian. Might I highly recommend Sotto Sotto for special occasions. The food was incredible. Our waiter was precious, with what I think was a Scottish accent. I asked for a suggestion...he then described the grouper dish as "Italian Comfort Food"... I was sold.

Not to mention the "chocolate soup" which is as delicious and simple as it sounds. A bowl of melted chocolate with croûtons and hazelnut whip cream, need I say more?

Now to what made our night truly spectacular.... Wicked. A show I tried to see both times I went to NYC and failed to do so.

Unprompted boyfriend knew taking me to see a mucisal, full-proof plan.


There is nothing better to me than political commentary guised in fantasy, particularly when you add a little song and dance (It's like Harry Potter meets musical).

The voices=incredible, the costumes=breath-taking, The acting=hysterical. So obviously I hated it.

Truly though, and I have heard it is a good bit different than the book, but I loved how they fit in all the elements of the original story. I can't help but feel for the righteous, social-outcast... taken down by politics and propoganda for standing up for what she believes in!





You go Elphaba!!







To wrap-it up... Thanks boyfriend.

The Realization

I love those moments when reality hits you like a ton of bricks and says.... "Are you listening to yourself????" Completely inspired by my best friend Ashleigh Nicole Speir I have decided to take this blog back to its a original purpose. A place for me to process growing up and share positive insights I discover along the way, not whine and complain.

On her blog Ash started the thankfulness project, which simply involves her writing about what she is thankful for everyday. Simple but effective due to the fact that we love the same things in life and she is so darn witty.

Thanks to Ash, the 3 people out there reading this will no longer have to deal with my "dribble", as my Mom would call it. I am not exactly where I want to be professionally but I have an incredible life. I'd much rather brag about how good I have it than try and pretend like life is so rough I need to post my miserable existence on an online diary...No Ma'am.

So look forward to a new approach back to my roots: an over-analytical, sarcastic and surprisingly positive view of the world.

The boyfriend and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight (and yes, just the idea of me having an anniversary is unexpected, and flat-out weird). However, I have a feeling I will have a fun story or two from this evenings festivities.

The Never-Ending Questions

I never liked math much. I was always decent at it, but found it boring. However, lately what I wouldn't give to deal in a world absolutes... 2+2=4. The subjective world of trying to figure out what will make you happy in life and balancing the good with the bad is exhausting.

I have this problem, to be blamed solely on my parents. I think too much. A part of my personality that is both a gift and curse. And I promise you, it is a family trait, check out my sister's blog "A Heart on a Wire" if you don't believe me. She is cursed with an over-analytical mind as well but luckily for her, she has the writing abilities to turn it into an art. I however just babble and vent. The unattractive symptom of this family trait that my friends, family and boyfriend have to suffer through...daily.

I promise there is a point to this blatant example of my problem.

I am currently working in public relations for various clients in the housing industry. Not a job I particular enjoy or feel remotely satisfied by. After about a day in my new job, I decided I hate PR and I want to teach. I want to feel like I am doing something in my job, making some type of an impact.

Also (and I realize online may not be the best medium to announce this) I don't like computers and the digital age of communication. At least not enough to sit in front of a computer for 8 hours a day mastering the use of Ctrl C and Ctrl V. I want to be up and moving, interacting with people. I want my job to be about the things I'm passionate about; people, politics, education. Therefore, day one into my first real PR job I decided I want to teach.

Now the only thing plaguing me, (besides finding a teaching job on a provisional basis in the middle of the semester) is do I want to teach because I'll be good at it, enjoy it and may even manage to do some good or am I just running away to what seems easiest? Everyone in my family teaches, another symptom of out over-active minds I suppose. Is that why I go straight to teaching, because its the quickest answer? I'd like to find a formula to simplify matters. Why doesn't life present it self in mathematical terms?

Teaching=Happiness... maybe

The Learning Process

Every life change comes with it's lessons and every new adventure comes with those early awkward stages when things are little confusing and perhaps a bit overwhelming. And that is where I am right now.. a tad bit confused and overwhelmed.

As a part of my quest for a career in nonprofit work. I thought I'd take the obvious step of volunteering. I am officially a member of the PR committee for the CFF Atlanta Wine Tasting coming Nov. 19 I'm pretty sure this is going to be quite the event. Major Atlanta restaurants and wineries, the Atlanta social elite and a fancy new venue, Exciting Right?

Along with that excitement comes the realization that I am far from the social elite and up until the last few weeks had only been to one restaurant in Atlanta, Two Urban Licks (so good, by the way). Though I live in a house full of socially savvy PR girls rocking the world of restaurant and hospitality PR I myself know little to nothing on the subject. I have to go to my lovely roomies for ideas on what to do in our city when my bf makes it into town. Personally my idea of a thrilling night is Festivus... a night of fort building, bad movie marathons, crafting and possibly sliding down a tarp covered in paint (for instance).

This long soliloquy of complaints is really more of a declaration that I have got some learning to do. I have to dig down deep and see if there is a trendy social girl hidden under my layers of political geek who prefers to stay at home with her neurotic dog and awesome roommates.

The Original

I suppose I should introduce myself, I'm Kate or Katie for those who have a preference (which seems to be everybody but me). I just graduated from UGA, meaning, like many I'm currently in a state of bewilderment and confusion....But I kind of like it. I am without question a geek and I say that only because I cried twice last night during the Democratic National Convention. I promise not to continue with the boring details of who I am. Hopefully, my quirks will subtly lay themselves out in the process of blogging.

However, those of you actually reading this... Hi Mom! Will have to handle one more life story update. I am job searching a long and painful process that I hope one day will end in my favor. I want to work in nonprofit communication/development (I cry at political conventions it's not that far of a stretch) and I'm determined that though I may take a non-traditional route in getting there, one day I will be able to align myself with those out there working too hard, getting paid too little, and loving every second of it.

That's it for today just an overview. My plan isn't to talk about myself this much, but I figured a little narcissism the first time out would be therapeutic. Please feel free to comment on whatever I say. I'm sarcastic and a tency-bit stubborn so I could probably use a little constructive criticism.