Dear Melissa,
So I thought I would start writing this blog to you since I think you may be my only reader. Sonny is asleep and I am too keyed up to sleep with him so I decided to blog. I have loved reading your blog! Graham already looks so different! What a difference a few weeks make. I am very excited to meet him but I am mostly excited to see how you are managing, as I will (once again) be using you for my model. I think Jesse is starting to get a little nervous about being able to handle things as Sonny can be quite a handful, but I am looking forward to the challenge. It is mostly the sleep I am worried about. I will have 3 months off of work so that can be done, but once I go back to work I am praying our new tyke will sleep through the night.
I am still sick. Last night Jesse made these bitchin taco/rice thingies and I was so excited but after a few bites it became obvious that things were not sitting right. I was going to be eating the shit out of those things but baby had other plans. Good days and bad days but I am really tired all the time. I feel so bad for Jesse. I am so lethargic I don't want to do anything so Jesse has been picking up a lot of my slack, bless him.
I watched Dead Calm the other night and thought of you. Sam Neil was very nice looking in his prime. And currently on in the background is Never Been Kissed. I remember when we went and saw that and swooned over Michael Vartan. Silly Jamie thought she would inherit all my husbands when I got married but she was a foolish sucker.
We are thinking Early November to come and see you (Karla too), but if that is too soon or if there is a specific time that would be better let me know.
I hope the clothes are working out, there will be more soon.
Katie

Stop Stealing My Beauty!

So...
It only took about 2 years, eh? Better late than never. I wouldn't say that I was particularly uninspired for a whole two years, I have just been a little...busy. At the time I wrote that last blog I was just out of a rebound relationship with a Mexican convict Peanut Butter M&M. I write this now as a married woman, wife of a felony-free Hawaiian Dark Chocolate M&M. I am a mother to a 15 month old son, Sonny and another one is on the way. I own a home and a Car and I guess you could say I am living the dream, but please don't because I really can't stand it when people say that.
I work at a struggling county hospital. I am the assistant nurse manager on the 9th floor of an Ortho-Neuro floor. We hate the company that bought us. It would appear from the way things have turned out that they hate us too. I love my job and I need the money so I stay there and pray things will get better.
I agreed to start this blog up again in hopes that I can post things on here that will keep you interested and not thinking, "wow Kate doesn't have one important thing to say". If this becomes the case then just let me know. I will cease immediately.

I am about 7 weeks pregnant at this point. I am very nauseated all the time. I haven't actually harfed yet but I kinda wish I would as it is less wimpy then this silent dry heave thing that is very embarrasing. Carrying around plastic bags all the time is also demoralizing. I only feel better sometimes when I eat. Sometimes I do not. Also it is extremely difficult to shove something down when you feel that bad, nothing sounds edible. My wonderful husband still tries, bringing home all sorts of goodies that require little to no prep time. Just pop it in and see if you hurl. So far that is working fairly well. It is quite a bother at work though. I don't want to help patients. Especially if there are body fluids involved. But I do. I am hoping for a girl. There is a wives tale that you feel very sick and do not feel pretty when its a girl because they steal your beauty to grow cute in your womb. I would almost prefer to have a homely child, but I suppose I will endure this in the hopes she is a bombshell. She better be.

I am going to go lay down. Try to convice my body that 5 hours of sleep is simply not enough.
Til next time...
Katie

Put a leash on that child!

I don't like seagulls. I don't . I know I get yelled at for feeding them and I hate that I never know if one is going to drop a bomb on me at any minute. Does that mean I want them to die by way of stoning? UMMMM NO! I would never hurt an animal even if it is annoying seagull. So today at the beach I am watching these children throw rocks and large pieces of driftwood at these seagulls and literally hitting them mid-air. At first I just think they will grow bored of throwing things and go swimming but they don't. My anger grows with every time they hit a bird. Have these birds endured worse? Probably. But it still irritates me that these children, and mind you they are young, have no concept that they might be hurting the gulls and a well placed stone could kill one. So after sitting and watching for a while. I yell at them to stop. I know that their parents are sitting right behind me. I know that they probably wouldn't appreciate some one yelling at their kids but COME ON! So I yell at them to stop again and I say "knock that off, quit throwing stuff at the birds. You are going to feel really bad if you kill one of those birds." So one of the boys stops. He actually tells his little brother to stop too. But then they go back to their parents and tell them they got yelled at. Their parents seemed entertained by this and the children go back to throwing stones at the birds. DO THEY NOT CARE?! Is there a moral switch turned off in their sadistic fucked up brains that tells them "Oh they are just gulls". Horrible. But I know those kids are in for the worst of it. According to the Humane Society "If allowed to harm animals, children are more likely to be violent later in life. Animal cruelty, like any other violence, should never be attributed to a stage of development." And why should I expect the parents to speak to the kids when their indifference is probably what caused those children to be so cruel in the first place. Also according to the Humane Society "Researchers say that a child's violence against animals often represents displaced hostility and aggression stemming from neglect or abuse of the child or of another family member."

JOHN WAYNE GACY MOTHERFUCKERS! I will read about those kids being serial killers someday. Mark my words.

Peace!
Kate

Why men are like M&Ms

Hello. My name is Kate and I am 25 and recently single. I have been thinking a lot in shitty metaphors lately, and I have come up with the following. Please feel free to read and enjoy.


Men are like M&Ms. There are many different flavors and varieties but sometimes you can't be sure just what type of delicious candy you are dating until it is too late. Allow me to explain.

For example:
Regular milk chocolate M&Ms: These are the least dangerous of the lot claiming only 240 cals per serving, 10grams of Fat and 6grams saturated fat with an only slightly daunting carb count of 34grams. Not bad, eh? These plain M&Ms are tasty and always there for you when you need them. They are generally safe and can potentially be marriage material if stability is what you desire. I do sometimes get sick of eating plain M&Ms but truthfully I would be grateful to end up eating these for the rest of my life. But before I settle down with my party bag of plain M&Ms I would like to sample a few other types.

Peanut M&Ms: These candies are only moderately dangerous but beware they will break your heart at least once. At 250 calories, 13 grams of fat, 5 grams of sat. fat and only 30grams total carbs these candies allow you to indulge a little. They aren't that much worse for you than the plain M&Ms but every once in a while you get a shitty peanut. You know what I am talking about, too. Even decrepit, nasty peanuts need a place to go and it is occasionally right into your life. These peanuts may come in the form of a lie, or a wandering eye. Or perhaps it's just a plain old lazy, uninspired, good for nothing, unappreciative peanut. But when it is good it's good, and it is almost tasty enough for you to forget the awful taste in your mouth when you had that shitty peanut. The people who choose this candy as their M&M of choice have to be very patient and have good metabolism.

And Finally Peanut Butter M&Ms: These ones are the best tasting but hell on the hips, ass and thighs. Does that make sense? The ones that are usually the worst for us always taste the best. The forbidden crunchy candy, if you will. Topping the charts at 240 calories, 14grams of fat, 9 grams of saturated fat and a tasty 26grams total carbs these are worst for you inside and outside. Even as you eat these colorful confections you keep saying to yourself, "I need to put this bag down, these are really bad for me." But yet we eat. And even when our friends and family tell us that "Those M&Ms are clogging your arteries and making you unhappy," we eat. And even when you swear you will never eat another peanut butter M&M they call and tell you "It's alright. You can eat me and it will all be okay," and so you try again. So why do we eat these fucking candies? I can literally feel my stomach turn at the thought of a certain peanut butter M&M. I know I don't want anymore but the temptation is always there. Why?

I don't know what to make of my shitty metaphor. In my head it makes sense and I am sure the people that know me know all the different M&Ms I have dated. I wonder if you can put a face on all the M&Ms you have dated.

So here is for the conclusion of my very first blog and hopefully the first of many to come. I am 25 and single for the first time in a long time. I know that I need to learn to be okay with being by myself and getting to know who I really am without some idiot M&M by my side to help form my identity. But when I am ready I will know, and at that point I would like to have me some of those...

Dark Chocolate M&Ms: At 240 cals they have a common trait with all the other M&Ms but these ones are different. They have 33grams total carbs so they are the sweetest by far, and they only have 11 grams total fat which is the lowest of them all. They are little high in saturated fats but what girl doesn't like to live a dangerously at 7 grams per serving. Every M&M has it's faults after all. But dark chocolate is good for your heart and not every store serves this flavor so they are a little harder to find. But worth it.

So there you go. I am at home with the me and I am rooted in the me that is on this journey. Wish me luck in my quest for my dark chocolate M&M.

Peace,
Katie