Daddy Up-Do

As you can see to your left, my father tried to do my hair tonight. Due to 50% boredom and 50% curiosity I sat down by Dad on the couch and begged him to put down his coffee and braid my hair. After a couple tries and a question or two, here is the outcome. Tonight I stayed home with the parental units. We made a delicious dinner, drank coffee, discussed how unfortunate it is that the Islams are taking over the world, and are soon to bring to night to an end by watching the local news. My question to you, is this normal? An 18-year-old girl sitting at home all night in sweats with no make-up...by choice? To my defense, I didn't finish all of my (black) coffee, I dazed out a little during the Islamic discussion and had to ask some questions to catch me up at the end, and I'm watching the news out of guilt to be the "perfect daughter". Advice to readers...when all else fails, make it a spa night; ask for a daddy up-do.

I hope your weekend has been worry-free (make-up free) and full of smiles.

Until tomorrow,

Kat

Sister

On this beautiful sunny day I refuse to be sad! My big sister is moving in 4 short days and believe me I could write pages of mushy stuff explaining how my world will come to an utterly pathetic end on Friday. HOWEVER, again, I refuse. Instead I will reflect on what my crazily fun 26-year-old sis has taught me over the years.

1. an organized list = an organized life (hence the reason I'm using this format)

2. never get a dog larger than you...unless you have an excessive amount of love, patience, and strength.

3. there are no dumb questions.

4. everything needs a little volume..including hair AND body.

5. plan ahead, but smile at the unexpected.

6. take chances, be adventurous.

7. almost always add caramel macchiato creamer.

8. "never hover in heels"

9. set goals... then reach them

10. love to the moon and back

She will be missed, but life is about removing the filters, exceeding expectations, and stepping out on a limb, hoping it doesn't break... knowing that if it does you have someone to catch you before you fall. Good luck sister!

Love,

Kat

tearful treasures

Perhaps I shouldn't have worn mascara today. The highlights of my day seemed to be equally shared with laughter and a quivering lower lip. First, I picked out my prom dress. Now, this has been quite an exciting and difficult event! However, I may have teared up a little when I picked the dress that my best friend said "doesn't do anything for me" (when referring to my appearance). After looking at the clock I realized I didn't have time to wash my two black eyes, created by smeared make up, because I was late for practice. After loyally listening to my somewhat cheesy God music, hoping for a bit of inspiration, and spending 30 minutes driving around town trying to find keys and my soccer uniform, I made it to practice. I endured the trainers queries about my "tired" appearance, but then I was on the soccer field. I will admit I almost encountered a moment of weakness when a girl younger than I bluntly explained everything I was doing wrong, in the middle of our scrimmage. But, I remembered I had played more minutes than her and could therefore smile...then kick the ball at her...really hard. To end my night, well, my sister picked up where I left off. She broke down about her quickly approaching move, to which my dad exclaimed from across the room, "someone hug her". It has been a roller coaster of a day, but the tears are gone and now the treasures remain.

1. I have found a prom dress I like (I think) and get to attend my senior prom with all of my best friends.

2. My first soccer game is less than 2 days away. Scrimmages are over and a winning season is about to take off.

3. I have an endless amount of sunny, warm, adventurous vacations with no fee living quarters. ahh the countless beach/mountain hours I anxiously await.

My life, full of treasures! But first I must go protect my dear sister from the bogey (spelling?) man so she can safely make her way to North Carolina in the next week.

Safe journeys to you and your loved ones in the days to come:)

thanks for reading friend,

Kat

Guess What?!

I get to go to college with one of my closest friends. does life get much better? don't think so!

Satisfied with Settling in

Tonight I had a plan. In as many words as it took I was going to describe in great detail my excitement about going to college next year. Not just any college, but Truman! But, I can't write about that tonight. As much as I'm ready to get out of this town and find new adventures, this week I've rediscovered the importance of family. It sounds cliché, but I'm in this small town, with my small family, and for now there is nowhere else I'd rather be. My grandpa died Tuesday night. It was unexpected...I thought he was the healthy one in my family. I've never watched anyone die before. When the medicine stopped being administered we were told that it would only be seconds before he passed...but my grandpa fought for 45 minutes. Watching his gaze fixed on every family member, I knew what kept him fighting. After flat lining multiple times, he came back with a deep breath if even a hand was laid on him. He held on for his family. He waited for everyone to come and say goodbye.

Maybe tomorrow I can write about my adventures to come with college in my near future. For now I'm going to cheese it up and love every moment of being surrounded by my family because I'm not ready to say goodbye.

Celebrating Mediocrity!

Today I heard a wonderful quote..."celebrate mediocrity". While our young generation is encouraged to "shoot for the stars", I think it's the mediocre moments in life that show potential and deserve complete celebration. For example, at this very moment I have by my side a bass guitar. For about the past 2 hours I have been trying to learn how exactly to rock this bass like the kids on School of Rock. The goal was to be an instant star, but i'm not even, well, good. Instead I've found a quick and easy way to get calloused fingers and a sore wrist. BUT I have become something completely new..and mediocre...and in that I am completely satisfied. Shall we celebrate?

I want to go to college

My half days at school continue to seem longer and looonger everyday. I'm usually picking Zoe (my sister's dog) hair off my shirt/jacket 1st hr...2nd hr I doodle...3rd hr I stare at a Spanish speaking teacher and classroom (often i can't even remember the ENGLISH words to "can I get a drink" aka "I need to escape")...4th hr I sit and discover Pryor's new gadgets in the chaos of her corner/desk/shelves...5th hr I simply want to weep. I play cello. love it. but orchestra..the songs can only be described as brutal. One of the pieces is called "Summer" and that only depresses me because I start to dream of summer then look out the windows and see brown slush mush stuff in the parking lot..the remnants of once white flakes falling from the sky.

ALSO, my parents forgot I was in the house this morning and failed to wake me up for school. Just forgot, like poof, I was erased from their memory. I awoke to "Bruce what about Kathryn?" "oh, she's in there (referring to my room)" "Yeah, I know..we didn't get her up!"

My sister is leaving, my parents mentally think I'm gone...so why am I still here?

OH AND have I mentioned i'm going to TRUMAN? Oh man am I excited. I'm pretty sure college is gonna be the shiznit