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Change @ The Weymouth

2011-08-09T20:31:00.004-05:00

The Weymouth suffered the biggest change to date this past April. My Neighbor moved. Not the outside ones that I wave at as the sun rises and the sun sets, but the one that lived inside The Weymouth. Let me explain.

In 2005 (or maybe 2004), while living in The Cottage (not an apartment, but a rent house I named The Cottage) the gal next door to me moved out due to an unfortunate string of events. Not sure she was ever a fan of mine. She called me The Homecoming Queen from day one...let's just say I did not shed a tear when she moved away. Anywho, my landlord asked me if I knew of anyone I'd want to move next door to me. The Cottage was an older house that was divided and made into a duplex. The Cottage Duo share a very, super thin wall. Getting someone to share that wall with me was very important. After 5 long minutes...it came to me...my dear friend Andy Duty.

And, so it began: The Neighbors at The Cottages and all our adventures. Andy termed me Neighbor as I did him and it stuck.

Just blocks away from OU's historic Campus Corner, The Cottages became home to many of game day parties, post wedding receptions after parties, DG Founders' Day dinners, and a thousand more events. Each side around 950 sq feet, together a lovely place. My own Mother would say on Andy's side since he used his other bedroom as an office/guest room and mine was a formal dining room. Doesn't every 26 year old have a formal dining room table?!? Keep in mind that table and chairs moved easily over for a blow up bed and house guests! More people stayed with us at one time, then The Weymouth has ever handled. Oh, youth.

In 2007, I found the courage (as a single) to buy The Weymouth. Andy was finishing his PhD, and neither of us were ready to separate, but I really needed a tax right off. So without ever seeing the inside of the The Weymouth, Neighbor became the man under my stairs (The Weymouth is a one story), my housemate, my flatmate, and made home ownership that much easier with his companionship. Like The Cottages, our socialization, stories, parties, and house guests followed us 3.1 miles north to The Weymouth. Moving from The Cottages to The Weymouth gave us a couple of things: a pool, more space to decorate for the holidays (Neighbor loves Christmas), ovens that didn't smell the house up with gas, bathroom storage (big need for Andy's 68 skin products), a dryer that could dry clothes in less than 60 minutes, and a beloved dishwasher and disposal! The Cottages were oh-so quaint, but quirky. Such wonderful memories.

With a PhD on his wall, research galore, experience, and a passion for a big city, Neighbor accepted a position in The Big Apple. His commute would have been too long to continue living at The Weymouth, so Neighbor moved his belongings north, but not his heart. His heart will always be in Oklahoma.

Oh, I cried. I cried so hard my eyes were puffy in the mornings and the evenings. Poor Mother got one of those calls where I just sobbed (sorry, Mother - that can't be fun 187 miles away). The day after Andy moved out, I hosted a party (for a community organization)....nothing like hosting a party looking like you know what, an empty room (I'm not one for things to be out of order) and on the verge of tears every moment. One of my best decisions. Ever.

Change. It is so inevitable, so needed, so right, but can be so painful. I'm so grateful to Neighbor for living here those 44 fun filled, memory packed, laughter wrapped months. The Weymouth isn't the same since Neighbor left, but it has a new guest room (another post). Decorating sure did help this Southern Bell recover. Shopping always does make change a little better.

Just me and The Weymouth. And, my 1000 friends and house guests. We are doing pretty fine.

Four years and a day ago...

2011-07-26T21:01:00.006-05:00

...I closed on The Weymouth. I was 30 years young, single, and giddy that I was becoming a home owner. And, not just any home...but a beautiful one. I'd be lying to say I wasn't nervous, uneasy, and wondering what stories I would add to this dwelling's history.

See in my world homes are not simply structures. They carry a story of a family. Become part of our hearts and souls. Memory keepers on top of that.

And, although The Weymouth is not home to a traditional family, it is home to me and the many ways I define family.

My traditional family is quite stationary. Not in a couch potato way, but in a plant deep roots, live there forever (it seems) way. You know those neighbors that could tell the street history, known on the block, and watch the others come and go. That's us.

Doesn't surprise me one bit that I'm sitting here (in The Weymouth) 4 years and a day later. The four years have been good to me and that of my sweet investment. This past year has been a good, story filled memory packed one. With a cherry on top of a first home insurance claim. Bound to happen in hail country.

Since I've been MIA in the blog world, I think it's only right I tell you the stories of The Weymouth the past 5 months. To give you a taste of the coming post titles: (Is this what JK Rowling felt like writing the last chapter of the 7th book? I bet so.)

Change. History Making. Celebratory. Firsts. Surprises. Makeovers. Storms. Smiles.

(picture taken during Winter Storm 2011. This kind of temperature is a blurry, flurry memory compared to the current heat dome.)

Half. My. Life.

2011-02-02T20:24:00.007-06:00

I can remember it like it was yesterday. My first sister, Kim, was driving as I sat in the passenger seat. We were driving from Dallas to Bedford. Most likely, not more than 25 miles from our parking spot to our destination. However, Kim could have driven from our Dallas location to the keys of Florida before I would have said anything. For two Alpha female siblings six years apart in age that would have been a lot for me to go along with her; and more so for it to be so quiet in her blue '92 Corolla.

I don't remember the temperature, but I remember it was a sunny Wednesday. A big bright February sun that spilled all over our North Texas sights. Not a cloud in the sky. There was no music in the car. Not a lot of talking or for that matter crying. Just her breathing and my breathing. The loudest of all - our thoughts. What would life be like from this day forward?

I can so perfectly remember thinking, "At 34, I will have lived half my life without him." Half. My. Life. Him is Dad. And, he had died. It was February 2, 1994. I was 17.

Why I thought about adding my age to itself and thinking about the year 2011 is beyond me. However, I always liked math, and I've always been a forecaster. Call it the leader in me. Perhaps I was preparing myself for the next scene of life. Possibly, I was looking so far ahead to a time that I thought it wouldn't hurt. Youth is so innocent. It always hurts. It just gets easier to breathe.

17 years. I voted for the first time the year he died. Since then, I've graduated three times. Lived at five addresses. Flown to Europe twice. Served as a bridesmaid eight times. Traveled to Mexico three times. Received three business card titles from OU before this one. Held new life. Experienced The Rose Parade. Fell in love. Received awards (funny, I only thought pretty girls won Miss BHS.) Started a DG chapter. Attended 100+ weddings (not kidding). Hosted 29 wedding/baby showers (again, I don't kid). Recovered from love. Watched the coverage of OKC Bombing, 9/11, and every other needless tragedy in our world. Danced the night away (shoeless - sorry Mom) in NYC. Served as a maid of honor/best woman twice. Named a Godmother. Danced in the rain. Bought a home (a beautiful one if I say so). Became an aunt. Ran for a plane. Attended and celebrated 5 DG Conventions. Witnessed a group of young people grow in their faith (over three years) and receive their Confirmation. Planted bulbs in my own flowerbeds. Lived. Everyday for 17 years.

I couldn't be more grateful for the past half of my life. Even the tearful moments - the ones that had me calling Mother, Kim and my "steel magnolias" balling. Even those Lifetime worthy moments made me into the me I am today.

It's all my 34 year young life. And, because of him (and Mother) I have life. 17 years later I'm more grateful for Dad and more thankful than I ever could've imagined. I had no idea how beautiful my life would be at 34. I can only pray that 68 is this great.

With all this said, thanks be to God Dad married Mother. I'd be nothing without my Flo. She taught me how to wrap gifts and a set a fine table (and pages beyond pages of other life lessons)....be sure to never miss a chance to tell those you love how you feel. I don't. And, you can bet I didn't 17 years ago today....just half my life ago.

Love Your Singles!

2011-01-20T13:51:00.012-06:00

I'm asked many times a month (not kidding), "Why aren't you married?" I usually reply back, "I have no idea." In all honesty, I do know why. Haven't met the right one. Thought I have one or two times, but thankfully the Lord above pulls me back to Single Street. Thank God.

Now why Jesus is delaying such...cause when it's right it will be more than right. I've picked up the line and I'm sticking to it: "I have a great life. Blessed beyond measure. If someone can make it better, lets go out." Some say "too picky"...as if I'm picking out fruit or the perfect outfit. I'm not picky. Just know myself. I simply have the beauty of insight, reality, and a lot of HOPE for my 34 year young heart.

In honor of Kelly's "Love Your Singles" Day, I thought it would be the the most fun (of course I did) if my friends wrote a little about me - as if they were each posting on their make believe blog about their favorite single: me. I asked six friends to write a paragraph describing me. That's all I said. Promise. And, here is what I received back:

Andy claims...
The phrase the "best the world has to offer" was really meant for Kate. This is no cliche in describing her. She has drawn from so many experiences and so many people that she herself is a testament to world class. A daughter of a Chicago and New York City native, and raised in Texas, she brings about the electricity and the stature, the class and wit, and the charm and beauty of those respective places in such a way that truly not many can compare to what she has to offer. Through all these experiences though what echoes through and through, no doubt represented by her scores of friends, her dedication to her Irish Catholic roots, and her cherished family bonds, are her beliefs in the aspects of life that truly matter-faith, family and friends. I think so much can be learned about someone by what kind of surprise party is thrown for that person. Kate has had several surprise parties, but to give you an idea of what those parties look like and in turn what kind of person she is: the evite list is long, the venue is always big, the decorations are always exquisite, the number of volunteering hosts is overwhelming, her guests are of all age groups, her family is always there, the party has plenty of food and spirit to accommodate all people and all tastes, a dance party always breaks out with great music from the 70's and 80's, people never want to leave, and for days, it is the talk of town. In that describes who Kate is. She is beloved, respected, honored and cherished. She gives so much to others that they always want to give back. She knows how to have a good time, and relishes in living life in pure joy over any kind of cynicism or despair. She is an optimist and a fighter, and very much values the sacrifices that have been made for her and the people that have made her who she is. In turn, she has been the a guiding light for so many others. Everyday is a holiday with Kate; she makes life worth celebrating because she is worth celebrating.

Blake believes...
The stories I could tell about Kate! Every one of them represents a quality we all love about her, chief among them her ability to make everyone around her feel at ease, her spontaneity, her sense of humor, and her compassion. These qualities are apparent to everyone she interacts with, from her closest friends and family to people who may have only met her once. One of the things I admire most about Kate is how well she balances so much in her life, including making an impact on young lives with her full-time job working with students, teaching her church confirmation classes, and serving her national sorority organization. Yet, most importantly, she always has the time to be there for the people in her life…and host a party or two (or twenty-seven).

Kim writes....
In the 1965 musical The Sound of Music, the exasperated nuns at Nonneberg Abbey sang, “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?” I am just as bewildered when asked “how do you describe Kate Stanton?” How do I describe someone who is unlike anyone else? It would be easy to say Kate is beautiful, smart, successful, has a wonderful sense of humor and more stamina than the Energizer bunny, because she is all of those things. The problem, however, is we all know beautiful, smart, funny women in our lives, so talking only about those traits doesn’t due her justice. I believe what sets Kate apart is how generously and cheerfully she gives of herself and her time to others. Kate is always doing something for someone else. Period. Whether it’s volunteering for her sorority, her church, her community, or taking McDonalds to a child at school on his or her birthday, Kate gives like no other person I’ve known. The nuns were frustrated with Maria because they felt she had too joyful a personality for abbey life. Although Kate is a devoted Catholic, I think the nuns would have had the same issue with her: they wouldn’t be able to catch a cloud and pin it down.

Nick thinks...
Kate is a drop of sunshine. She brightens your day she warms your heart. She is a steadfastly positive person but never so much that it offends reason. Kate sees the world clearly. She’s a woman of strong character and is a talented professional. Kate strongly embraces her faith. She is a woman of culture, intellect and great taste. Kate is a treasure to those lucky enough to call her a friend. She is a delight to her acquaintances. If everyone acted every day with Kate’s warm, friendly, loving, unselfish, giving spirit, the world would know more friendship, community and true love.

Kami says...
Kate and Kami. That's how it's always been since we became roommates in college and best friends. Kate is an amazing friend, sister, daughter, aunt, teacher, leader and so much more. Her endless drive to do better and to give to others inspires me and I know so many others. She truly has a servant's heart whether she is dealing with family, friends, co-workers or strangers. Kate can easily go from sipping champagne at a gala to having a cold one watching the Sooners. She loves to laugh and find the joy in everyday things. She has never met a stranger but if she did she would be fast friends with them! Celebrating life's moments no matter how big or small is a passion of hers. Kate will no doubt be an incredible wife and mother someday.

Lori states...
Hi Everyone! I would like to introduce to you, the one, the only, the amazing, Kate! We all have that friend who we look up to and admire. Kate is that friend for me. First, but not most important, she has great hair. Her bangs do the most perfect swoop...and her natural curls are way better than mine. Don't get me started on her long eyelashes and clothes. I met Kate in 1995 at the University of Oklahoma at the Delta Gamma house on Bid Day. Later, I became her Big Sis (or Anchormate as we were called). In the 16 years we have been sisters I have seen how this woman has not only enriched my life but EVERYONE around her. Kate has been blessed with a FUN family. These people know how to have a good time. They travel the world together, have beautiful traditions, wild holidays and endless love and smiles. Kate loves celebrating...not just special days on the calendar, but everyday. It could be a hand written note or a sweet gift or throwing you a party. She can throw a beautiful party. Every detail is perfect in a Collin Cowie/Martha Stewart/Barefoot Contessa sort of way. Kate is a giver. Her devotion to service is unmatched to any other person I know. She gives to her community, her church, her friends, and much more. I don't know how she does it. Kate is a strong woman of faith. She loves the Lord and it shows. Kate is just simply put...FUN. She has an energy about her that is contagious. People are just drawn to her. Her ability to make a connection with others is remarkable. I think there may have been a time someone had started a Kate Stanton fan club. Maybe I should start a Kate Stanton Fan page on Facebook....hmmmm. She is warm, funny, a touch of silly, put together, sparkly, confident, smart, successful, gracious and wonderful. When I grow up, I want to be her....and if you knew her, you would too! I just cannot say enough about My Anchormate. I love her. I'd like to raise a toast. (hold up your diet coke) Here's to Kate! Cheers!

People ask what I want....this is the kind of love I want. This kind of heart. This level of passion. This level of dedication and treasured hope for one another. Please pray for this sweet couple... that they may be granted many, many years. May each of us know this kind of love. (stop playlist music - so you can enjoy this beautiful video.)

Please leave a comment if you know a Mr. Wonderful or better yet, Mr. Wonderful is welcome to leave a comment.

Blog Challenge Day 10: recent picture of you

2011-01-19T07:44:00.005-06:00

Me and my dear friend, Sam.

Met Sam at The Delta Gamma House in 1995.

Date of Picture: the last morning of 2010.

Location: Camelback Mountain, Phoenix, AZ

Photographer: talented Tamara Pullin

We were in town for the OU Fiesta Bowl and naturally the trip was made that much better with our Sam! Hiking was a blast, great exercise, and so therapeutic for the soul.

Blog Challenge Day 9: my worst habit

2011-01-18T07:35:00.004-06:00

My name is Kate, and I crunch ice.

I know. I know. Not good for your teeth.

I know. Not lady like.

I know. Annoys others (especially my best friend - I've learned to do so quietly.)

I know. Not good for your jaw.

This is why if the world had Sonic Ice - I would be better off and so very happy. It's the little things.

Blog Challenge Day 8: A photo you took

2011-01-17T07:26:00.002-06:00

April 30, 2010.

Westminster Abbey.

London.

I stood beside my dear friends, Kristen and Blakers, and looked up to the sky...this is what I saw.

One of those times I call forever moments made into a lifelong memory.

Blog Challenge Day 7: A photo that makes you happy

2011-01-14T15:59:00.005-06:00

Circa December 1968.

My parents departing from Christ the King Catholic Church in Chicago.

I am so grateful they met and loved one another so much to bring my sister and I into this crazy world.

Because of them I have known love every day of my life, been warm in the winter and cool in the summers (like a good house), fed (some days too much), and have celebrated life (from one ocean to another).

I love their smiles more than anything in this picture. Could they be any more gorgeous and handsome? Not in my book.

Blog Challenge Day 6: A photo taken of you 10 years ago!

2011-01-13T10:45:00.003-06:00

Well peeps this picture is far from 10 years old...try 16.5. Taken the summer of 1994, by Hallmark Studios in Hurst, Texas. Not sure they're open for your business. I know, bummers.

Yes, we had to wear that ruffle wrap. It was the "look" in our yearbook senior formal pictures. Heaven knows why. Seriously, look at that royal blue taffeta.

Why is my head hanging over? Well, I've been always known for a little head tilt - but this is more than normal. All I can think it was the photo journalist's attempt at creative shot? Knowing my hair had never been treated nor thinned, it could be the weight of that mane.

When I see seniors' pictures today I just shake my head. You know the ones today that are taken by cool old doors, in front of a great building downtown, in a cool sun dripped wheat field, on a funky blue couch, standing on campus corner, or in the door frame of a red phone booth...why wouldn't they want this to show their kids?

Blog Challenge Day 5: Favorite Quote

2011-01-08T22:37:00.005-06:00

This is so hard. I love quotes. I'm always writing down a quote (last night I wrote down two), googling a quote from a movie, or saving something I read that touched my soul. I have oodles I could list that have stuck with me along the way. Here is my top 5...no order of preference.

"Wine is constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy." Benjamin Franklin. Picked this one up as I left Rise in Dallas. Rise is this amazing restaurant that gives you thoughts for the day when you leave. This quote really has me thinking giving up red wine for Lent is not orthodox.
"There is a choice you have to make, In everything you do. And you must always keep in mind the choice you make, makes you." Anonymous from 2007 Mary Englebright calendar. I use this quote ALL the time in my line of work. We are always telling students it is their choices that will map out their lives.
"Life goes on." My Dad...days before he died. I hated what he said then. Those words made me so angry...cause they are true. Life does go on - but not without pain, happiness, beauty, Jesus and precious friends.
"It is what it is." Whoever crafted these words - bless them. I used this line a billion times in 2010. I used this line so much - I'm retiring it from my lips.
"Always remember a place called HOPE." My Mother gave me a piece of art with these words in 1999. No author noted. This has hung in each of my OU offices always reminding me of what tomorrow brings...HOPE.

And three more from this past week...

"A crisis is a terrible thing to waste." Ken Komiske, Utilities Director, City of Norman
"With privilege comes responsibility." Cindy Rosenthal, Mayor, City of Norman
"There are no ordinary moments." Bartender at Abner's

I'll leave you with one I've said for years..."If I had owned a Chi straighter in High School, I'd be married by now."

Blog Challenge Day 4: Favorite TV Program

2011-01-07T21:17:00.004-06:00

Oh, Television. I was that kid - loved to watch TV. Eight is Enough, Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, Love Boat (I always wanted to be Julie - the Cruise Director) are just a few of my favorites from those days. I was also that kid that believed, remembered and dreamed about whatever I saw. Very impressionable. For the good and the bad. If I saw a movie on babies being switched at birth I would make Mother tell me my birth story. If I saw a show about kidnapping, I would get so mad at Mother if she wondered away from me. Please note this still makes me mad today.

We never had TVs in our rooms as kids. It was rough. Kidding. I can remember Mother and Dad saying, "if we can't decide what to watch in the Family Room then we don't need to watch TV." Waugh. Waugh. Shocking I made it thus far.

I love to fall asleep to that box of noise and pictures. Naps or bedtime. I can remember anytime I stayed in a hotel, or a guestroom that had a TV - it was such a treat to fall asleep to the TV. Now, I'm addicted to such.

Favorite Morning Program: I welcome the Today Show each morning into my bedroom, and appreciate Matt, Meredith, Al and Ann's commentary as I prepare for the day. Sadly I gather most of my news from The Today Show and talking points for the day based on the stories I gather from my NBC mornings.

But, if I had to pick an evening favorite - the show that I hate to miss it would be ABC's Brothers & Sisters. I love Sunday nights at home that allow me to watch the drama of The Walker Family. I will admit I think they argue much, much more than anyone should. I am so in love with Nora's kitchen I often think of myself sitting at that island, drinking wine, and working to make their dinner gatherings less argumentative and more fun.

Blog Challenge Day 3: Favorite Movie

2011-01-06T21:07:00.002-06:00

This is hard. Favorite all time movie. The one you could watch any day, anytime, all day. One that can make you laugh and cry. You know the kind when you come across it while channel surfing, you seriously consider canceling plans or tasks in order to watch that movie. Like you don't have it on beta, VHS, and DVD.

I have to choose two: Steel Magnolias and The Sound of Music. Absolute favorites. Hands down.

Blog Challenge Day 2: Favorite Song

2011-01-05T18:24:00.005-06:00

Coming off the Christmas Season (as my tree remains in the living room) I'm going to pick "Celebrate Me Home" by Kenny Loggins. It is the first song playing on my play list: turn on your speakers, turn off any other music, pour a diet coke (or drink of choice), listen to the words and you won't be sorry.

I heard this song many, many moons ago...and have always liked it. Just one of those that stuck - you know?!? I'm a lover of piano music. I love the simple instrumentals in the song. I love Kenny's voice - pure, real, and I secretly pretend he is singing to me and my beloved (where ever he is). I love the words of the song....CELEBRATE....one of my favorite actions in the world: celebrate someone, something, or simply celebrate life. HOME.... my favorite places in the world: the home I pay for and the true home I've always known 187 miles from my garage.

For me as a sassy single, my holidays have always included going to my Home, Celebrating at Home, and being surrounded by so many I love and those that love me. I do celebrate the Home that has given me so much, and most importantly the woman behind that Home. I know I'm a lucky one...not everyone has a home, memories from their home, or is presented with enough time to spend as much time as I do. I've always known Home to be a place of celebration. I love walking thru that black door and hearing Mother say, "Hellloooo." I treasure it each and every time. I have a black door, too.

Even without a family of my own (as in one for my very own Tiny Prints Christmas Card), I've celebrated so many in this home. I've wanted The Weymouth to be just that ...a place of celebration for others, me, and for those to come. Maybe that's why I go party crazy at Christmas (if you were wondering - I hosted SEVEN from Nov 30-Dec 18), jump at the chance to celebrate someone within these walls (bridal shower coming for LAB in April), or love a get together for no reason at all other than life itself.

I also love the length of this song...over 4 minutes. You know when you really love a song you just want to keep hearing the chorus and medley to go with it.

I'll end this post with one of the Hallmark Hall of Fame moments I create in my head: I can just imagine this song playing as a handsome someone (who "she" thought wasn't coming) comes thru the door of the Christmas Eve Celebration and meets eyes with her. He hugs her and they start dancing forgetting anyone else is at the celebration surrounding them. The End. [note: this comes from YEARS of Lifetime Movies, Romantic Comedies, and Hallmark Hall of Fame viewings - not healthy.]

The LYRICS
I'm going home today,
i believe me I've missed each and every face,
get there and play my music,
Turn on every love light in the place

It's time I found myself,
Totally surrounded in that circles
Oh,my friends

Please, celebrate me home,
Give me a number,
please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song,
That I'll always remember,
I can recall
whenever I find myself too all alone,
I can sing me home.

Uneasy highway,
Traveling where the Westerly winds can fly,
Somebody tried to tell me,
But the man forgot to tell me why,

I gotta count on being gone,
Come on mama, come on daddy,
Be what you want me as
I'm this strong, I'll be weak

Please, celebrate me home,
Give me a number,
please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song,
That I'll always remember,
I can recall,

whenever I find myself too all alone,
I can make believe I've never gone.

Please, celebrate me home,
Give me a number,
please, celebrate me home
Play me one more song,
...
Play me one more song,
Hey,
somebody said,
celebrate me home
i cant, wait to see ya,

i can't, wait to hold you,
you know i miss you, yeah.

come on and,
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate me home,
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate me home,

Well you know I'm finally here,
And you don't have to worry,
no,no...
no no no no no no

So come on and celebrate, celebrate, celebrate me home.

Blog Challenge Day 1: 16 Randoms

2011-01-04T11:39:00.008-06:00

Hello Blog World! I think rather than explaining my whereabouts or promising to be better...hello 2 mths? I'll just hop right into posting land. I'll catch you all up later on KateLife. Don't get too excited, no need to lend me something blue.

I'm following this 30 Day Blog thing (seems much easier than PX90), and today's challenge included sharing 16 Randoms. Why 16, I haven't a clue. But here goes my abandoned readers...

1) I love my name. I don't mean like to say it. I LOVE it. Always have. Always will. My first, middle, last are all good components. Looks good monogrammed, embroidered, in print or cursive and many other fonts for that matter. I even like my initials.

2) Escalators scare me. I ride them, but the whole time just want it to reach the end of the mini horror ride. It would help if I could hold onto the rails....but think of how dirty?!? I would much prefer use stairs or a lovely elevator fit for eight.

3) All my bodily injuries have occurred on my right side: right pinkie (kickball 5th grade), right arm (horse 6th grade), right hip (track 8th grade), right breast (partial mastectomy 26 years young), and right toes (darn ottoman 30 years). Not kidding.

4) I write a thank you note ALMOST every workday.

5) At the end of the day, when I walk in my house I say, "Hello House!" I know I'm healthy cause it doesn't talk back to me.

6) I've never been to Florida. Traveled to England, Scotland, Ireland, Mexico and more....but never Florida. With family in Chicago and New York when summer vacations came around we headed north and rightfully so. Florida is still there - grandparents aren't.

7) I have naturally curly hair that I have fought for most of my life - if not all of it. Now at the age of 34 years and 4 months, I'm almost in love with my curly hair. Everyday I'm getting 20 minutes back in my life. Beautiful. And, to that boy my sophomore year in college who was mean to my hair - I have forgiven you.

8) I'm pretty sure I've gone on more first dates than anyone.

9) I have 25 first cousins. True blood first cousins. Blessed.

10) I lived in the same house, attended the same school district all my K-12 schooling. Could not have been more blessed or proud of my Mother for working so hard to maintain such for me and my sister. I have no doubt part of my ability to build foundation with others comes from the foundation I always knew and know on Spring Forest.

11) Every moment of my life can be found in a scrapbook - acid full ones (the chemical not the drug), acid free ones, and ones yet to be made. And, because of this my friends have asked for my scrapbooks in my estate planning and I can remember what everyone wore throughout my life.

12) I'm a walking calendar. I can tell you dates, times, and memories all the time. Read #11 again - I can also tell you what you had on within that memory.

13) I love to dance. I could go to a dance party weekly and never tire of the experience. You can always find me on the dance floor at a wedding. I'm known to dance alone at home as I clean, empty the dishwasher, and prepare for parties. I have the best music line up for my wedding. Just need a dancing groom. Well, a groom at that. One note of Earth, Wind & Fire's September and I'm looking for space. I'm even a car dancer....my niece thinks it's "FUN" to car dance.

14) I can theme anything. I love to theme out a project: showers, parties, celebrations, meetings, trips, you name it...I like to theme it. It's almost a challenge to see what I'll come up with for the theme needs. I'm not saying I'm the best at it...but goodness I appreciate a themed out event.

15) The first thing I do when arriving to my hotel room is to check out the fire escape plan. Mother made us do this as little tykes and its stuck. I also sleep in the middle of the bed at a hotel, but only on one side at home...why? Cause I make the one at home. I also always travel with a candle for my hotel room.

16) I'm known to travel, appear, and party with cocktail napkins. I bring my own. Share them and receive them from many folks. Started as a joke in college and stuck for many, many years. I'm pretty sure I could have bought a bigger home if it wasn't for this napkin hobby.

Sigh. 16 randoms on ole' me in 2011. Get excited my peeps....this is going to be a GREAT year. I feel it.

What she didn't say

2010-10-27T23:49:00.006-05:00

Heading to The University of Oklahoma in 1995 I knew a couple of things for certain. One, I wanted to make friends. Myself and one other LD Bell Blue Raider headed north to OU - thus, it was vital we meet new people. Two, I wanted single beds. No bunk beds. Never slept on a top bunk, didn't want to sleep on a bottom bunk. Believe it or not bunk beds were a near deal breaker for me when I moved in for Rush (now, Recruitment) that hot August day. Oh, yes Rush. Third, I wanted to be in a house (they are not houses - they are chapters) so bad, I could taste it. However, like most 18 year olds who know everything, I knew nothing. But, what I really, really wanted was to have those pictures with the white boarders and party captions printed in blue. Furthermore, I wanted t-shirts with greek letters on them. My sister gave me a party shirt from her college days when I was in high school, and it was a treasured piece of clothing between my Espirt sweatshirt and Units. The pictures were in fact Party Pics...and I went on to own 100s. And, the house I ran to on Bid Day was the one with the anchor....The Delta Gamma House.

Eight weeks later myself and my 46 pledge sisters were initiated into the Alpha Iota Chapter of Delta Gamma. It was a Friday. The date was October 27th. I had much darker hair than I do now. My eyebrows were longer and wider than my birth state, and I weighed so much less than today's ugly scale reveals and sadly I thought I was a bigger girl back then. Crazy perceptions. During Initiation, I can remember sitting on the floor of the living room and hearing a loud senior say, "look around. these ladies will be your best friends." I smiled and most likely winked to the gals sitting around me.That senior forgot to add in a couple more sentences after her last one. She should have said this:

When a Grandma dies your junior year, three of you will sit up all night helping you pack, do your homework, and cover your office hours. When your heart breaks, your pledge sisters wont tell anyone until you're ready to share. Hey you, on your 25th birthday when you are sad, your pledge sisters will let you sleep the whole drive to Colorado, and back. When your sister gets married, these girls will want to hear all about it although they weren't invited. When your DG sisters get married, you all will throw great showers including themes worthy of a book. When one of you is told (at 26) the mass in your right breast is highly suspicious of cancer, a pledge sister will plan to come up and sit with you for THE call. When you buy a house, one of your sister's and her husband will come paint all the wood work and the walls. You'll make lots of jokes about blue carnations, poppyseed chicken, and "on is the alarm." Oh, yes when you all get married you'll be bridesmaids for one another. Yes, all of you. You'll celebrate your 30th birthdays in Vegas, at surprise parties, and in Austin. Plan on destination weddings with lots of dancing. Don't even think about wearing linen. You'll take lots of pictures at The Mont, love to go to OU/texas weekend, and make up a secret group off of a tacky fashion show at Founders' Day. Oh, Founders' Day will become a treasured weekend termed Weekenders. When you all have babies, you'll be godmothers, aunties, and organize meal trains even from a state away. When one of you has a baby at 25 weeks, you'll fly in to just sit and hold the Mama up. Every year on November 1, your pledge sister will call you and wish you Happy Benign Day. When one of you becomes an aunt per adoption, some of you will gather at the airport with glittered signs, video cameras, and tears of joy. Later that year, that beloved niece will suffer a horrific seizure, one of you will bring dinner to her family and just sit. Don't worry, the niece will be just fine in time for one of you to go to London. You'll also attend birthday parties for your future kids....but thankfully there will be spirits. Lastly, all of you have been given membership into the finest women's fraternity in North America....do good and at all times be your sisters' champion.

15 years later I remain dumbfounded what I found at that house with the anchor, in those Party Pics, and that I still wear some of those XL greek letter party shirts to bed. God bless every Delta Gamma...especially those of 744 Elm Avenue...you asked me to join your forever sisterhood, little did I know I was about to meet my champions.
Happy 15 years pledge class 1995!

$100 to see today....

2010-10-13T00:18:00.007-05:00

kate advisory: get a tissue and a diet coke.

Every summer childhood memory I have includes a visit to my maternal grandparents' English Tudor home (Grandma and Grandpa) in Chicago. In the summers, we'd stay weeks at a time. Naturally over the "I forgot we had rules" stay it would rain. Buckets that is. Of course it would rain on a day filled with a forecast of fun for outside play. (pop up reminder: early 80s here....kids could be outside playing w/o a cell phone or fear of getting taken).

One day in particular stands out of all the summers. Little 'ole me stood at the Traditional Home magazine worthy door, and whined "it is such an ugly day," to the beat of the rain drops pelting the stone walkway. From his green chair with a newspaper held over his face, Grandpa stated, "a blind man would pay $100 to see today." Even before the sun came out, the day wasn't so ugly anymore.

I use that 80's line in my world a lot. From raining days in Oklahoma City to ridiculous complaining amongst young people, I use Grandpa's reality check statement more than he probably did.

Over a week ago, I came across (per Kelly's Korner) the story of Leslie Joy (Bond) Evans: 28 year old fighting for her life after giving birth to 21 week old twins who both made an immediate trip to Heaven. Leslie became a wife and a mother the day she married Mark Evans in June 2009 to his children: Marli (9), Marcus (6), and Manning (3). Mark lost his first wife, Melinda, to breast cancer in August 2007, leaving three kids longing for maternal love. After complications from an embolism, Leslie died on October 7, 2010 as a mother, a wife, a daughter, and a legacy.

For some reason (I really can't explain), I attended Leslie's funeral (down the street from my house) today. I wanted to sing (I hum) with her family, pray with and for them, and thank them for sharing this beautiful soul with the world. I have thought SO much about these families: Melinda's parents who have to watch their grandchildren lose another mother; Leslie's parents who mourn their daughter and grandchildren; Mark who buried his second wife and two babies today; and Leslie's brother who buried his bride in June to a brain tumor and now his only sister 3.5 months later. And for those three kids...who loved Leslie from day one, I just hurt for them. All of them.

You'll need a few more tissues to watch this video tribute from today's service. And, yes the sweet voice you'll hear in the second song is Leslie's.

I walked out of the church to a beautiful, October sunny day. No rain drops or Grandpa quotes needed to remind me... everyday is a beautiful gift. Every moment. Each breath. We are not promised a darn thing other than He will give us refuge from the storm. Boy, it is raining in so many hearts tonight. Even in this stranger's heart.

Pray for the Evans, Bond, and Watters families to find God's umbrellas of strength, rest, and peace as I know they would pay so much for Leslie to see today.

disclaimer: I didn't take any one's seat today. I made sure there were plenty of seats for those who needed one.

When will my name be in the middle?

2010-10-06T20:32:00.014-05:00

While I haven't blogged in some time, while reading Kelly's Korner message today to check out Amy's post ...that good ole' blogging feeling came back to me. (Sigh. Sorry, peeps it's been gone for a long time.) Amy's post shares her "Wow, God I get it" moment and encourages others to post theirs. At 34 years, 1 month, and 6 days...I've been blessed with more than one of these "hit me in the middle of the eyes; am I dreaming; God, why are you screaming at me" moments.

Anyone who knows me - knows I believe God whispers, speaks and screams at you with His word (aka: "to get it"). The choice lies within us to either listen at the beginning or when it becomes so painful He is all we have for refuge. Truly. And, then we hear Him so clearly it's almost as if He took out a billboard on the interstate. I'm trying to limit billboard moments from God to a minimum in my 30s. Sigh.

Example 1: After serving as a bridesmaid for the EIGHTH time (not kidding), I asked Mother, "when will my name be in the middle of an invitation?" You see along with serving as a bridesmaid for eight times you also host 29 showers (not kidding), you must attend more events than your fridge can hold invites for, and must make your family believe you really have to leave the family reunion for this upcoming around the clock shower. If that wasn't enough, your name has been located at the bottom of so many invites as the hostess with the mostess you really start to believe it will never, ever rise to the honored spot of the middle of the paper. Sigh.

Mother said, "I can't promise you'll marry, but I can promise your name will be in the middle of the paper someday." And, as only Mothers can be (especially mine) she was right. Since that conversation, my family of friends hosted a fabulous 30th surprise party for me with invites that included my beloved name in the middle of the paper (whisper). A year later I put my name in the middle of the paper as we celebrated my Masters graduation with invites and a big diploma (speaks). This past summer, 30 college students wore shirts with my name, and another 170 chanted my name as part of OU's orientation programming (screams). Although my name might (swallow hard) never be in the middle of a wedding invitation - I am loved and my name is honorable. I get it.

That story was the cake part, this is the icing: My sister and brother-in-law longed 4+ years to adopt their daughter. Holiday after holiday we waited for that baby. I told my sister so many times "He has the perfect baby for you" that I would simply start to say the line before my sister could cry, share, or type her sorrow to me.

A glorious year has passed since I held my niece, V, for the very first time on September 20th, 2009...but not a second passes that I don't think, look, or kiss that picture perfect face that reminds me "He can do immeasurably more than we can imagine." V is immeasurably more than I could have ever imagined.

And, yes V's name has already been listed, enlarged and printed in cursive in the middle of a party invitation. I made sure of that early on. And, my name on that same invite....printed at the bottom ...exactly where the hostess with the mostess, who loves to celebrate, especially her "God, I get it" niece belongs.

Summer Journeys

2010-07-31T21:58:00.002-05:00

My journeys have been many this summer season and I couldn't be more thankful for the time, the experiences, and the rest. Glorious rest by a pool, sleeping in, and long naps on my white couch. Nope, red wine has never been spilled on it.

I live a full, hectic, and wonderful life. By the end of the school year, I am more than ready to vacate the normal (and the abnormal) demands and doings of my days.

For me, the summer is just a slower time. Not that my to do list isn't long (IT IS)...it just doesn't have an urgency that August until April bring about. Most folks enjoy some time away, e-mails don't have to be answered as fast, Sundays at the pool are a norm, and my Southwest Airlines points pile up at a quicker speed. And, that they did. Denver. Chicago. St. Joe. Phoenix.

Over a 30 day period this summer, I spent 17 days out of my zip code. During the days in my zip code I've spent regrouping, earning my paycheck that I'm so grateful for, and loving on some precious souls. But, I'm back peeps. I've enjoyed the break, but missed sharing, writing, and journaling (not a word) this life chosen for me. I remain blessed beyond measure and forever hopeful.

I hope your summers have been more than wonderful and full of lots of watermelon, hugs, and lazy days by the pool...mine has. One more thing that has made this summer unforgettable...LOTS of time with a 34 inch little lady that says my name pretty darn perfect.

picture credit: kate in oxford - may 2010.

Kate's Ivory Keys

2010-06-16T05:27:00.004-05:00

As I've said before one of my favorite roles in my life is being "Aunt Kate."

I take the role of aunt to the highest extent - just as my dear, dear aunties have.

I've thrown the baby showers, went to the hospital to see the little ones, organized meal trains, and happily attended first birthdays. Now, it's onto the really good stuff: recitals. From morning school assemblies to art shows to eating birthday lunches at school ... I love sharing in these moments with my collected nieces and nephews. In mid May, my namesake, Kate, performed at her first piano recital.

I couldn't miss this moment in time as she tickled the ivory keys.
Actually, if you blinked you might have missed it. Kate's moment in time was 1.4 minutes. The whole recital (of 14 kids) was 33 minutes long. Beautiful. Not that I've been attended many piano recitals, but in my imagination they are much, much longer. I have enjoyed 2.5 hours of dance recitals...so I was prepared to enjoy a night of puttin' on the hits. Not so much.

I did giggle thinking of how much Kate's mother, Sunny, and all the other parents worked so hard for THIS moment...and in a moment...done. Life is just too fast.

I remember the night this little girl came into the world. Her parents called me and I raced up to the hospital to meet baby Kate. How can that be over eight years ago?

Sweet sisters: Abby and Kate!

I love these ladies so much!

I can't even begin to tell you how much this sweet family means to me.

Always there. Always including me. Always helping. Always sharing in this beautiful thing called life. I am so blessed by their love and honoring me by naming me "Aunt Kate."

Camp Ali

2010-06-09T08:46:00.000-05:00

Monday nights on ABC continue to entertain me. One hint: Roses.

While I do consider myself a moderately intelligent person, this show is addictive to my human behavior habit. This show draws me, my brain, and my friends into their made for TV lives. If only life could be lived in a world where I believe a man on crutches pulled himself 2+ miles to talk to the hottest camper. Rated R needs to rate himself a zero for his actions. Lying never wins. Helloooooo Wes?

Camp Ali has been in full operation since May 24 as have my Monday night gatherings to laugh, scream, and sign in unison to Chris L and take me out to the ballpark, Roberto. Mark my words (and I don't read spoilers), Chris L. will be a finalist and/or next bachelor choice. A sick mother is going to get every waterproof mascara wearer. Can't even go there.

This last episode was painful. As in, my peeps spent most of the show with our hands over our mouths and squealing. Not squealing with "Ed is at the door for Jillian" happiness, but squealing "7th grade boy singing about a girl in the class who doesn't like him" awkward. The MORE than public displays of affection mixed with hot tubs makes me hope anyone watching this can drink legally and rent a car.

The campers ...

Chris L....precious. You will be a finalist and/or the next rose giver. I'd really like to see his home town date. Knowing his parents raised him to be as caring and respectful as he is and instill a devotion back to thy parents. It's a commandment folks.
I hated to see Steve go home...loved his creativity of bringing out the blanket and candles. Speaking of home on the range, sweet Hunter. I knew he'd be huntin' something else sooner than later....he just looks like the guy that would mow your side of the lawn.
Chris N....who are you?
Frank...I hate this line: Calm Down. But, you need to. Has he ever worried about anything that matters in his life?
Jesse...I think he borrowed my denim shirt I wore to Beta Barn Dance in 1995. Okay, I didn't go to Beta Barn Dance...the girl across the hall did. But, that is the same shirt.
Jonathan...the producers let you on for one reason: entertainment. Between the speedo issues to the Library whispering...WOW. I'm pretty sure Canada man had good reason to want to beat you up. And, I don't hit.
Craig R....you come off to be so normal. I can see you tailgating in Norman, America.
Justin....Done. He is Wes take two.
Roberto....you are swooning hearts from one coast to another.
Kirk...lust is not a reason you can tell your kids you married.
Kasey and Ty: I don't have anything.

Until Monday campers.....

London - Day 2

2010-06-07T14:29:00.015-05:00

Needless to say we fell into bed on Friday evening, and crawled out of bed Saturday morning. Little did we know, the latest morning we would have of the whole trip would be Saturday...which trust me was not late. As my Grandpa would say, "you can sleep when you are dead." That we will. The Today Show wasn't even in the second hour and we were off to experience a Saturday in London...a Saturday of markets that is.

First, we were off to Jubliee Market. Imagine vendors, classy vendors, lined up with amazing, organic tasty delights presented for your sampling and purchasing. If grocery shopping was even close to this magic, I would be a happier shopper. From Jubilee Market we headed to the famous Burrough Market.

The Burrough Market is made up of Cafes and Restaurants serving their sensational creations. For those from Oklahoma, consider it an upscale Arts Festival. After eating a little of this and a lot of that I walked back over to the Jubilee Market to fetch items for our Hyde Park picnic.

Here's what you do....Arrive at Jubilee Market.

First, you pick out your slice, square, block of cheese....

then you pick your olives...
...then pick your marmalade...
....pick out some bread...

...select more carbs...

all fresh and delightful. And, you go eat your fresh wonders in this church park....

Simply fabulous.

After we stuffed ourselves silly, we were off to a place I heart...

Notting Hill...yes, just like the movie. Would you believe we saw Hugh Grant?

We didn't. But it was just like the movie.
In the movie, Hugh Grant is shown walking along an outdoor shopping market through the seasons. This is it.

Hugh Grant walked Portobello Road as he shopped and his heart grew...just makes me want to go watch that classic romantic comedy.

A must do in Notting Hill is Hummingbird Bakery...and their red velvet cupcakes.

Kristen seconds away from her cupcake Hummingbird happiness....

Our friend, Max, and I enjoyed the best cupcake...just look at our smiles.

We did SO much shopping along Portobello Road...thank goodness for Blake's bag handling and patience...I needed my hands for picture taking and umbrella holding...the rain comes and goes in London like the wind in OK....there one second gone another.

From Notting Hill we were off to South Kensington...people, I belong in South Keningston.

Street vendors sell gorgeous flowers straight from Holland.

I would be a poor English madame with all these flowers in my constant gaze.

After picking up flowers and some spirits, we were off to Max's Muse House to enjoy our picnic. The weather was cold and rainy....no outdoor picnic for us.

The Muse House view....Muse Houses were the living quarters for the help.

Today, Muse Houses are remodeled and fit for a queen. No wonder I felt at home.

Blake and Kristen enjoying the warmth of a great fire...

....Max cooking up a storm for our picnic....

...and I took pictures to help make my visions forever memories.

...I took a lot of pictures

Dinner consisted of cheese, bread, apples, grapes, and wine....what else would you need?

Sweet Max.

Saturday was a true delight...from sun up to sun down.

In some ways, I didn't want to wake up on Sunday knowing our trip would be on it's way to half way over...little did I know the best was yet to come!

Double Wedding. Double the Celebration.

2010-06-06T16:10:00.000-05:00

On May 15, I headed east to attend a first for me. A double wedding. Yep. Two sisters getting married at the same time. Not DG sisters (well, one is), real life biological sisters.

I knew when the invitation arrived to The Weymouth...I would be in for a good party. I heart this font...big time. Most of all, I adore Bride Emily and couldn't miss her celebration.

I have to show you all the paper from this wedding. Look at the program....loved how it coordinates so beautifully with the invite.

Hotel guests received this lovely box (with the wedding logo) full of treats as we checked into the hotel. I love the pallet of colors used on their special day.
Wanted you to see the coordination of design used...a gold/champagne wedding has always been one of my top three choices if/when I become a bride. Lets pray for when. A soon when.

You might be asking what does the logo sKp represent?
S and P are the grooms' last names and K is the brides' maiden name. Beautiful.
The brides and their grooms grew up in The Fort of Arkansas. Thus, the church was filled with their people. I love a full church...all promising and witnessing to God's beauty.

Each couples' wedding party stood on their side of the alter. If you are asking how many were on the alter...38. I loved to see so many people so happy for their friends.

All the bridesmaids wore the same beautiful gown, earrings, and shoes and men in the same tuxes. From what I understand, the brides have such similar taste that made the selections truly easy.

Tables at the church were wrapped with long clothes and GREAT ribbon.

I love the amount of ribbon used for this celebration.

Details. I appreciate and notice them.

Logo used on the sides of the "church to reception cars."

The Brides! Per the Father of the Brides, the girls always wanted to have a double wedding when they were younger. Getting engaged three days of one another, set the scene for this picture perfect evening.

Loved how they displayed the exit fireworks!

The flowers were all white...and beautiful.

Again, the paper details.

Outside the Country Club a huge white tent was set up to welcome the guests.

Middle of the tent!

Emily and her prince, Wade, and their cake!

The brides even wanted the same cake...so they just went with a bigger one!

Tables in the tent...I love these gold chairs.

Me and Bridesmaid Ashley - Ashley was Eta O's founding president.
I knew the moment we interviewed Ashley - I knew, just knew she'd be our first president.

Ashley is just a love and I treasured having time with her and her prince.

Bride Emily and Me. Can Emily be any more gorgeous? I love how she had her hair down for the ceremony and then up with a fun feather for their party!

Emily is just one of those collegians I connected with...I've worked with so many, but Emily was just different. Her spunk, her attitude, and her spirit...I just adore her.

Ann and Bride Emily

Great spread of food and again, just look at the white flowers!

I loved the flower girl dresses...so simple and elegant.

Ann, Robyn, and Erin. Erin currently serves as president for our Eta Omicron Chapter in Fort Smith, AR...so proud of her. I'll get to see ALL these ladies next week in Denver for DG Convention...can't wait!
Double bridal toss....double the beauty!

They did not wear the same dress, but the dresses complimented one another.

Delta Gammas: Emily and Emilee

I consider it a gift to my life to watch sisterhood take off from a moment on Bid Day to asking someone to stand beside you as you marry the love of your life. Sweet girls.

Something Blue...seriously can Emily be any cuter?

I pray for Emily's walk as a bride is just full with happiness and all things wonderful.

Fireworks!

I just LOVE fireworks, of any sort, at the end of any event especially weddings We held sparklers and big ones hit the skies as the couples drove off...magical. I loved being part of this double celebration of love...such a blessing.

LONDON - Day 1

2010-05-25T21:25:00.001-05:00

Our trip across The Pond was smooth as silk. In fact, I found it quite amusing.

I've been delayed many o' hours to simply fly from my state to one bordering mine....but to travel across the Atlantic was a solid, safe, and relaxing eight hours. No delays.

Flying for me is relaxing. I know, a little unique. First - I'm limited on what I can do...and can truly sit. Sit, without guilt. No errands, no "what ifs" AND it's acceptable to just sit and do nothing. Second - it doesn't make me nervous. It is what it is. If it's my time...it is. I say my prayer "Jesus, Mary, Joseph, we pray; be ever with us on our way." I always call Mother to tell her "I love her." Bases covered. I was especially put at ease when Mother randomly asked what seat I would occupy. These details are never one I check...I could care less where I sit on a plane - just that I'm on it to get where I want to go. Didn't surprise me one bit to see my seat assignment selected by the agent in March.... 38. Of course. To understand more of the number's significance: check out this post.
Call it what you want, but it does this 33 year old heart good.

Crossed The Pond with zero challenges.
Blake found us at "the meeting point" and off we were for six sensational days.
First tube experience of the 857 ahead.
Blakers was so wonderful to meet us with our Oyster Passes (aka: these amazing cards used for travel) pre-loaded for our ease in London life. Off to Stanwick Road...
to put our bags down and get settled.
From Stanwick Road in West Kensington, we were off to Victoria Embankment Gardens.

Blakers looking oh-so European.

Victoria Embankment Gardens....

enjoyed my first Fish and Chips (aka: French Fries) of the trip.

Off to Trafalger Square...

A view of St. Martin in the Fields from the National Gallery

From there we headed to Downing Street (where the Prime Minister lives - we didn't meet him), Parliament, Big Ben, and the River Thames (pronounced Tims).

Parliament

Big Ben

I loved taking close-ups of the sights! Still to this day I'm amazed by the "zoom" of cameras.

Kristen and Blake with Big Ben!

Westminster Abbey, founded in 960. I didn't forget a one before the nine.

Kristen and I stood in wonder at the sights of things so much older than our nation, not to mention our infant state.

Close-ups of Parliament

A Royal Park...everything is royal.

I felt at home.

Enjoyed Evensong at Westminister Abbey ...similar to Mass without communion adding in the most beautiful voices I've ever heard.

More of The Abbey...

From the Abbey, we headed off to explore Coveant Gardens for shopping, eating, and touring.

Each meal became a tour of another deliquescent...for our first dinner we visited the Greeks!

A great first day in London!

Yes, this was ONE day.

My plan is to toss in a London day review as I catch up on the Flow.

It's been a crazy couple of weeks...good ones that is.

Three Weeks....

2010-05-19T16:19:00.001-05:00

It's been three weeks since I've blogged.

Some might ask what on earth have I been up to?

It makes me exhausted to even think of reliving the last three weeks.

For one, my loVe bug was very sick. Very sick. But with a trip to the E.R, ICU, and every test under the sun (and moon)...
she kicked that horrid fever, bug, out to you know where.

Our prayers were heard...and this precious life I love more than my own is as good as ever.

And, wouldn't you know I would have a small DG reunion.

Sure enough the nurse that delivered the most wonderful news in the world "MRI is clear" would be a Delta Gamma. Even more so...one of my new members when I was New Member Educator at Alpha Iota Chapter. As I have said before, the world is "this" small and in the middle of "THIS" is an anchor. To all the men and women at Dallas Children's...thank you for what you did for my loVe bug and all the others that need your skill and talent and the Grace of God.

I headed back at 5 am April 29th for one long journey.

to my dear friend, Sunny, waiting to help me prepare and pack for L.O.N.D.O.N.

Along with my DG sister, Kim, who prepared travel packs of goodies...I would have never made it w/o them...and the grace of the Holy Spirit. I'm silenced (almost) by Him.

A very sweet husband drove his bride, Kristen, and me...

to Will Rodgers Airport to start our journey of a dear lifetime....

On April 29th, one of my dearest friends (KP) and I took a plane to London for a trip of a lifetime. And, that it was. I will share each day of our journey sandwiched between a typical day in the life of me. So much has transpired....I think I may live a life even tooooo fast for blogspot...can you imagine? I can. I'll say it once...and a million times over. I am so thankful for this life, this plan, and the blessings over me. Even tonight as I wonder why I haven't found Mr. Wonderful, I am reminded all in His time. Not mine, in His.

The Art of Living

2010-04-28T21:32:00.000-05:00

I received the below from a girlfriend...and I had to share! As I prepare to leave for a week long trip to LONDON, and conclude a horrific 36 hours at Children's Hospital for my sweet niece...yes, my loVe bug was very sick...but now much better...Life is a gift. And, it is always worth living...with fine wine, monogrammed towels, and pretty napkins. I promise.

If there were one gift I could give to you, it would be the gift of living. Not the one-foot-in-front-of-the-other kind of living, but the kind that comes with a connoisseur's appreciation for everything it has to offer, from one colorful, exotic end of the spectrum to the other.

LIFE, savor it, with gilded frame painted perspectives by masters in any medium or crayon colored canvases that freeze shapshot impressions of innocence.

LIFE, drink it up, in cut crystal, not-just-for-company goblets glowing with crimson, velvety vintages that bathe the palate in luxuriance or in hand-thrown pottery mugs teaming with steamy, creamy chocolaty goodness, each sip more precious than the last.

LIFE, embrace it, swathed in the softness of textiles and trimmings that comfort and caress it, like the touch of the gentlest, loving hands

LIFE, revel in it, with no-occasion parties and for no reason in particular except for the sheer joy of it presents you, give to yourself.

LIFE, bask in it, illuminated by the light of one, exquisite chandelier or the flame of one flickering candle whose rich scent envelopes you in tranquility.

LIFE, bathe in it, with tubs of iridescent mountains of crystalline bubbles and fragrances, potions and lotions that intoxicate at the touch.

This is my wish for you; delve into, don't just dabble in, the art of living and create a masterpiece life that's framed in joyfulness, laughter and love.

Weekend Update: April 23-25

2010-04-26T13:04:00.001-05:00

All my weekends in April have been crazy filled with a plethora of activities. I haven't even had time to blog about them...cause there is that much going on. This past weekend was no different...here's the rundown...try to keep up.

Me going to the first event on Friday evening! I always like to take a quick pic of myself to see what I look like for the night. Is that odd? Don't answer that.

First event Friday evening: Birthday Celebration for President Boren!

My crazy boss, his bride, and Me!

All the ladies!

All the boys!
Such a lovely event celebrating one very special man! I am forever grateful for him and Mrs. B and all they've done for our flagship university.

After the gathering, I darted over to meet my hysterical friend Kim and her groom! Kim is just one of those gals that you meet and it takes a happy hour, and a lunch to realize you were made to be dear friends. I am so blessed to have Kim's friendship.

Saturday morning....Speak at OU Junior Day 9 - 11:30 am Errands: Trophy Shop (not for beauty pageants - for name tags), pedicure with my mentee (prom night), Sunny's to see the girls' outfits, Hobby Lobby, and then to one precious birthday party!
Prince Parker is ONE!

Sweet party favors for Parker's pals!

So many presents!

By accident, I deleted pics of his cookies and his sweet shirt....does anyone know how to move pictures around after you upload them into a post? It used to be so easy to upload, now I can barely get a pic to move a centimeter.

After the birthday party, I was off to to take prom pics of my mentee and for an evening wedding...are you tired yet?

Prom pictures took a bit longer than I planned, thus I made it to the reception....

...the beautiful reception!

Sweet Claudia and Aaron!

Neighbor and his parents!

KP, Rachel and Quy!

The Mrs., Jorge, and Lisa!
So much fun to dance the night away with such sweet friends....

and take such beautiful flowers home to The Weymouth!

...and the Kitchen!

...and the Dining Room!

....could we arrange for fresh flowers to be delivered weekly to The Weymouth?
Nothing like fresh flowers.
Nothing like a Sunday to recover.

Celebration: OU Bosses!

2010-04-25T20:22:00.000-05:00

Aside from my own celebrations (aka: clueless me going to award ceremonies - only to leave each one with a certificate in hand and a swelling heart), I've shared in the celebrations for many others this crazy April. March might have been truly maddening, but April is just simply crazy.

The University of Oklahoma Board of Regents deemed April 15th...Paul Massad Day for his 50 years of service to our dear OU Family. Paul Massad was my FIRST boss at OU while I worked as a student assistant in Alumni Affairs from 1996-1999 for Mr. Paul. In May 1999, it was Mr. Paul who so encouraged me to stay just a year after graduation to work for OU. I couldn't be MORE grateful for Paul. Neither could our University Family.

Paul has touched SO many lives...always living the OU mission.

Thanks to Paul, I have so much of what I have today.

The celebration also included my SECOND OU boss, Catherine!

Catherine just celebrated 30 years of OU service!
I worked for Catherine from 1999-2002 in our Special Events Office.
Truly some of the hardest work I've ever done (outside of that Dallas based Bakery I treasure) - and the most educational as well. I learned a great deal per Catherine...I continue to rely on so many of those lessons today.

I gave each former boss a bottle of champagne to toast their years.
I lift my glass (currently diet coke) to both Catherine and Paul.
Both of them were preparing me for my OU service long before I knew what business cards would wear my name. I thank them both for the reality I know today...I am blessed beyond measure by the University I call my alma mater, my employer, and my family.

Surpise II...

2010-04-25T19:28:00.001-05:00

Yet again, this crazy month of April tossed me another surprise.

A good one. One that made my heart swell.

As most of you beloved blog readers know, I am a Delta Gamma. Loved my collegiate years, but it is these years as an Alumna that find me enjoying and treasuring my beloved fraternal membership even more than ever. Our Panhellenic system at The University of Oklahoma is top notch. Our groups support one another, thrive on working alongside their fellow Panhellenic sisters, and form friendships that reach beyond the greek letters they share. I benefited greatly from our system back in my day and strive to give back to the system that has given me so much!

A few weeks back the current chapter adviser asked me to "go with" the girls to their Awards Ceremony. I have a hard time saying "no" anyday, especially when the letters "D and G" are involved. After racing home from a long day (one of those that you put your makeup on at 5:30 am), I tossed on a jacket, some lipstick and hurried to pick up our collegians. As I wrote programming notes on my program and a to do list for London (I leave soon, people!), I suddenly heard my name as a finalist for Panhellenic Outstanding Alumnae...and I won.

Our chapter nominated me as an outstanding alumna...and I went home with the award!

I thought I was there to support the women and see one of our collegians win Top Ten Greek...

[cute blond - second from the left!]
...of course, these smart little ladies worked out a plan to have me hook, line and sinker.
I do what I do because I believe in the opportunities we provide and give to our students. I love the possibilities that are born from the creative energy and excitement in our chapters...and most of all the sacred friendships we form. This award is the icing on this sweet piece of life I treasure so. I just had to include a portion of the nomination letter which was read at the 2010 Greek Awards...

"Kate has many accomplishments in the fraternal world but it is her bubbly personality and desire to better our chapter that makes her a valuable alumna. She gives of her time to benefit the women and truly seeks to build relationships with the members in the chapter. She volunteers at the international level and helps Panhellenic every year with recruitment. Kate played a vital role in our chapter’s 90th anniversary and the Panhellenic system’s 100th anniversary. We are thankful for her service to our community and chapter. Please join us in recognizing Kate."

Surprises! I do love them!

2010-04-13T13:35:00.000-05:00

Two Thursdays ago, I experienced one great, fabulous surprise.

I do love them....to a point. Surprises that is.

My dear partner at work (and Lucy's Daddy) guilted me into attending an Awards Ceremony for Norman Campus Faculty. This time of year, we have awards ceremonies around each and every corner. Thus, you make the ones you need and want to be at...but other than if you are the University President (and the photographer) one really has to keep these events in check. I balance attendance at events for both our Norman (Main) campus and my beloved HSC campus. Thus, I can't attend everything...but I come close. Little did I know I was receiving Outstanding Instructor for Freshman Seminars at the event!
I was shocked. Had no clue. Didn't even know they gave such an award. The minute I realized it was me, I apologized for being "difficult" in getting to the event to my dear friends and slapped on some lipstick. Relief: I had on an above average outfit.

Sadly, my nails were anything BUT manicured...so I curled them under in this picture so no one could see their look. Fast thinking Kate...they call me.

Some of my sweet (and funny) friends were there (to support and pick up their own awards) as well. Something about being totally surprised for something you LOVE to do, and didn't even have to fill out an application....deep breath...humbling and so honored.

March Madness: Super Saturday

2010-03-31T17:54:00.000-05:00

I haven't enjoyed a Saturday in Norman since February 27th....which from this past Saturday...was ONE month ago. I know what you are thinking: madness. With all this madness in mind, it was DUE time to be at home, wake up with no alarm, and a minimal to zero task list at my fingertips not to mention a talk with my Fairy Godmother . "A fun day with girlfriends wouldn't be bad," I explained to my Fairy GM.

And the Fairy Godmother said, "Your wish is granted beautiful Kate."After starting my day with donuts and playing with really cute small children - which isn't all that abnormal for this single white female, Lori (aka: Big Sis in DG land/Anchormate) and I headed over to Mitchell's Jewelry to work on Kim's to-good-to-be-true (but are) wedding rings. The Jewelry Lady was so nice...and let me try on lots of rings my Fairy Godmother tells me are in my future.

From there, we were off to Iron Star Urban BBQ...which is simply fabulous.

If you are ever in OKC/Norman metro...it is a must. Mac and Cheese. BBQ Ranch for your salad. Cornbread. Croutons made from the cornbread. Wear forgiving pants when you go.

After lunch, we flew (on our magic carpets) over to Holmberg Hall (Reynolds Performing Arts Center) to judge OU Sooner Scandals. We made it look easy to serve as esteemed judges. It wasn't. These students work so hard on these 12 minutes musicals...some ready for Broadway...some not so much. Nevertheless it was the most entertaining.
Upon leaving Scandals it was freezing. As in late November freezing.
The wind. The drizzle. The dropping temps.

But we made it safely to The Mont - home of the Sooner Swirl.

I know you were worried sick.

Sitting on The Mont Patio was OUT of the question.

NO worries...we had a delightful time in the first booth on the left.

My second favorite booth in the place I've been coming for 15 years.

Such a SUPER Saturday. Such SUPER girlfriends.

March Madness: Life as Aunt K8

2010-03-29T20:41:00.001-05:00

After returning from 6 nights in Chicago and 5 nights in Dallas, it was 'bout time I return to my favorite role in Norman, OK (let alone life)....Aunt Kate!My "nieces and nephews" just couldn't handle their excitement when they saw me. Screams. Jumps. Smiles. Hoorays. I loved every minute of their crazed welcome greeting. (Note to Jesus: Why can't I find a 35 year old (heterosexual) male to be this excited to see me?)
It was SO nice to see these little people that I treasure and adore.
Their parents made a lovely dinner and listened as I recounted the madness of March...and that was only March 15th. My Norman family of irreplaceable friends is truly one of the blessings in my life I'll never understand why I'm so lucky to have.

After four nights at The Weymouth and time for me to reintroduce myself to my office team, it was time to head south. Again. Baby Brooks continues to eat, grow, and be a very good NICU guest. While Brooks and his parents began kangaroo care, big brother Duncan and I decided to make the most out of his Pottery Barn chair box.
Yes, at 33 years young I sat in a cardboard box.
What we'll do to entertain a 19 month old.

March 20: Duncan had the date of this lifetime...
with Aunt Lori....

and Auntie Kate!
Can you hear this little man saying "cheeeessseeee?" Can't tell you how this little man warms our hearts as we pray our hearts out for Brooks. Bless be the day I get to take both of these little men to lunch! Even better....when they take me to lunch as their beloved Aunt Kate!

It took me nearly 4.5 hours to return to Norman that March 21.
Typically, I travel that same distance in 2.5 hours. I was fit to be tied. Whatever that means....I was it. As I feel asleep that night I was thinking why. Why did it take me SO long to get home? After 15 years, I've never been on the road that long. The next morning it hit me. The challenging roads we travel are not (usually ever) by our choice, but how we handle the road is. My friends and their little prince have a long road....but blessed are we to walk it together with one another, and most importantly Him.

March Madness: Excuses 5-9

2010-03-28T22:23:00.001-05:00

My March Madness continues with more excuses of

where I've been and what I've been doing which include everything but blogging!

No worries...March is almost over and so are these darn excuses.

Excuse#5: Time with DG sisters

While in the Windy City (for the conference - see post: March Madness Excuses 1-4 for initial explanations), I had time to catch up with just some of my dear, dear Delta Gamma sisters including: Liz, Beth (DG President), and Emily!
More sisters: Jen and Carm!
Sister Liz and her adorable anchorman. Sisters Megan, Rachel and President Beth!

A Sunday night gathering of golden anchor badge lovers! ...and a finale gathering on Tuesday night!

Next time will be Convention 2010 in Denver!

As you can imagine what free nights occurred in Chicago,

I spent them playing with these A-mazing women.

Excuse #6: Dr. Rice

The keynote speaker for the conference was none other than former Secretary of State,

Dr. Condoleezza Rice.
I enjoyed her words of hope, encouragement,

and thanks for working in higher education soooo uplifting.

I sat there amazed...here was a woman who wasn't able to order a hamburger in our country...yet has gone on to serve our country. I also liked the fact that she is 5'8...so am I.

Excuse: #7

I did not starve during March. At all.

Especially in Chicago eating these crepes.

Excuse #8: Shopping

I splurged. Totally. Bought my first Coach purse.

Funny I bought a home (alone), before I bought a Coach purse...

but now I have a safe place to house my fine bag.

Excuse #9: Early Arrival of a Blessing

My dear friend/college roommate, Kami, gave birth at 25.5 weeks to one precious prince named Brooks David. Weighing in at 1lb, 14 oz and 13.5 inches long, Brooks is one heck of a mirco preemie fighter. After arriving home from Chicago, I jumped in my car and spent the next 5 nights in Dallas caring for my friend and her sweet family.

Looking at Brooks in his new NICU "home," I saw a new definition of survival and HOPE.

I can't even begin to explain how small everything is...his diaper in the palm of my hand for one.

Brooks' parents know and believe this is all part of life....we must trust in it and thank Him for the blessing of baby Brooks. I know I do.

Most of my time in Dallas, was spent caring for

Brooks' big brother, Duncan, which is a dream job.
Thankfully Duncan is no stranger to social, dining situations and loves to be out on the town.

Aunties Lori and Shea at lunch!

Auntie Hollis, Baby Ellie, Mama Kami & Duncan. I love that these two kiddos are looking at opposite sides of the restaurant. Classic attempt at getting a 19 and 13 month old to look at the camera. We giggled trying to get these four looking the same way.

Humor. It is a God sent as we ride this journey as a village of friends.

I beg of you as you make your prayer lists to remember a sweet baby named Brooks and his parents. They need prayers of strength, peace, and HOPE. I will continue to give Brooks' updates and ask for your prayerful consideration and thoughts. Brooks has a very, very special role to play in each of our lives and I can't wait to celebrate him each and every day.

March Madness: Excuses 1-4

2010-03-26T12:35:00.000-05:00

I promised I would explain (aka: attempt to give excuses) for my March blog absence.

Like so many other bloggers, my blog is my virtual diary.

Thus, I just can't move forward into the latest happenings -

I must go recount the madness of March. No orange ball included.

Excuse #1: I went to the Windy City.Yep. Me and two office mates attended the NASPA (Student Affairs Administrators in Higher Education) conference March 7-10 in Chicago!
Historic Water Tower Plaza in downtown Chicago.
It was a great conference in a town that I adore.
Will show those pics later in the post.

Excuse #2: Grocery Stores and Cooking

My community of friends host "meal trains" for new families.

I've coordinated and participated in SO many

meal trains....I've lost count.

Much like my count in hosting showers, wedding attendance, and number of gifts wrapped.

One must keep a few things in mind when bringing meals...a) deliver in containers you don't need back b) don't mix items that won't "keep" c) write your own thank you note. Who wants to send a thank you note when you are exhausted, a milk machine, and hormonal? I bring my own notes to the new parents...just fill in the blanks...and send. Congrats to the Stevens Family!

Excuse #3: Reconnecting with my 8th Grade Algebra Teacher

I had lunch with Mrs. Trussell!

For 7th/8th grade math I had the privilege to learn the importance of x and y from the one, the only Mrs. Trussell at Bedford Junior High. I was a secret Mrs. Trussell nut. I loved her nails, her hair, how she dressed, and her handwriting. Can you imagine my excitement when she asked to babysit her angel, Alli, in 1991?

Can you imagine my shock when that baby became an OU freshman?

I babysat the Trussell girls for five years and sadly just lost touch.
No more of that! Early March allowed for me to reconnect with Mr. AND Mrs. Trussell, enjoy lunch at Fancy That (a Norman must do), and see the baby debut in the role of Shelby in Steel Magnolias. I let Mrs. Trussell know I continue to be a whiz at math thanks to her and those pretty nails on the overhead.

Excuse #4: Additional time in Chicago (March 4-7)
Naturally, I had to add a few days onto the beginning of the

NASPA conference to see my ever so precious, fun loving family.

Sweet Cousin Jenny with her adorable boyfriend, Johnny Mac!

Me and my beloved Aunt Margie!

Cousin Annie and her first born, Boo.

If you sense a correlation between Annie and Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)...go with it.

Cousin Annie and her handsome boyfriend, John!

Me and Uncle Bill!

Aunt Margie hosted a super fun family gathering while I was in town.

Of course with the Oscars days away, she went with a Hollywood/Oscar theme complete with sunglasses for everyone! My addiction to a theme centered party is not only by nature, but also nurture.

Aunt Margie is the one who taught me to wrap

silverware w/napkin for a buffet event.

It does make picking up essential dining items easier.

Cousin Sean, Cousin Megan and Aunt Bette (they go with Uncle Bill).

Aunt Mary Kay, Uncle Mike and Cousin Kerry!

...in their party glasses.

Uncle Bob and Aunt Bev and Uncle Tom and Aunt Pat

also came...but I failed to take pictures with them. Bummers.
It meant SO much that the family rolled out while I was in Chicago.

Cousin Katie with sweet boyfriend, Mike.

My cousins are dating the nicest men...so happy for each of these darlings.

I hated to say goodbye to Aunt Margie and the whole family, but thank goodness July is only a couple calendar pages away! I am SO blessed with a fabulous fun loving family.

There you have it....a sample of my March madness...more to come!

I'm alive!

2010-03-23T21:08:00.000-05:00

I'm alive! I'm alive! (Did you all think I was too depressed to write after Jake proposed to Vienna? I'm not. I actually think they are happy. I just don't want to be a bridesmaid or in the house party.)

I am so sorry my dear blog world for my absence.
Since I started the Flow, not sure I've ever been opposite of present for 22 days.

Although I don't believe in excuses and truly believe we all make time for what we want to do....I do have some good excuses. And, believe it or not for the past 22 days I've been accomplishing what I needed to do for my friends and family.

No. I haven't fallen in love. That would be a darn miracle and a real, real good excuse. Simply....I've been living this beautiful, challenging, filled to the max, sometimes heart wrenching life of ours to the hilt. I've occupied three states, only spent FIVE nights in my bed since the beginning of March, and as always remain hopeful in the gift of tomorrow.

What is even more amazing, I bought these flowers on February 26 from none other than Sam's ...and they continue to bring life to The Weymouth. I'm sorry, but what fresh cut flowers ever live this long. It's as if these sweet buds knew I needed them to remain fresh, bright, and strong these past three weeks. Arriving home to fresh flowers...thats for the movies.

I will list all my excuses tomorrow...until then...know that I'm back and can't wait to share the Flow of Flotrude with all of you!

Jake's Wings of Love V...Sugar or Spice? Or Cinnamon?

2010-03-01T13:02:00.001-06:00

Before I give you my scenario hopes for tonight, lets discuss Ms. Rozlyn "I have issues" Bachelorette. Why is the world shocked by her textbook definition of defensive behavior? I will say I expected a lack of emotional intelligence from Roz, but she blew my assumption (which we know what assuming does!) out of the bachelorette RV windows.

Back to Roz...This is a woman who LIFTED her leg while taking pictures on a group date and the magic TV people had to "beep" out her you know what. I know not everyone can grow up with my Mother, but in the Book of Life - Chapter #324 - they do state to not lift your leg so high that one would be led to think you are not wearing unmentionables. And, let me mention this will not be acceptable to any Junior League in Texas.

So we have a woman who is willing to do a little Sharon Stone Basic Instinct redo on a 7 pm Monday night reality show, and we think she can handle being prosecuted against by a 23 female member jury? Of course, she is going to use her child's life to claim her innocence. I don't think she should wait by the phone to be the next cover model of Parents Magazine.

I will be using the Roz clip in my next Business Etiquette presentation. Roz takes the defensive "I tried to be good girl" to a new level of "I'm lying and this is the only thing I can think of to do" to an entertainment level that will rule for years. And, my Mother used to think I was defensive when I was a tween...I'm stinkin' Pollyanna playing the Glad Game compared to this one.

Chris, you handled yourself beautifully. Then again you did attend an Oklahoma institution of higher education. Your Oklahoma class showed off by your "not going to go there" response. Isn't it true in life... less is more?
Except when we are talking tulle, dishes, and iced tea.

Tonight (deep breath). What is going to happen people?
Let me break it down for you....think of me as your Olympic commentator. Four scenarios....

1) Jake chooses no one. He will throw himself over the railing, only to live to pop-up on the next season's MOST dramatic rose ceremony. Ever. Does Chris know we don't trust him anymore when he says that? Back to scenario 1. It will make Days of Our Lives' characters resurrections look like nothing compared to this amazing fight for love. Jake will have the original rose in his pocket from that night waiting all this time to give it to her. It wont be for a year until we realize the thorn did protrude his skin and he'll be a forever patient in Pine Valley, General Hospital, or Salem General. ABC could go far with this.

2) Jake chooses Vienna. The lights blink, the earth splits, and windows break due to the screams. It just can't be. Jake will no longer be a pilot, since he'll have to join his Mermaid of a wife under the sea to protect her from Tenley's dance instructor.

3) Jake chooses Tenley. Tenley would give her life to be his favorite flight attendant, co-pilot in life, and first officer of love. I do want her to be happy...you can just see it through her bones (I mean eyes) she loves him.

4) Jake burns both red roses. He charters a flight to San Francisco, He lands the plane just under the Bay Bridge and swims to shore. While updating his Facebook status "I left my heart in San Francisco"....Aly, Facebook's number one employee, sees the status and jets off to meet him. But, she is hit by a trolley (An Affair to Remember) before she can take him back. It won't be until next season that these two hearts become one.

Will it be Sugar, Spice or a fight for Cinnamon?

Gramma's Birthday 2010

2010-02-28T21:54:00.000-06:00

Something very, very wonderful happened just a few years back on February 20! Give up. Mother was born! My Mother that is.. My favorite person in the world. Me and the Birthday Girl! But this year was very, very special. While every year is special...this year was just a bit above the rest. The reason? Well, the reason is just about 32 inches tall...
.....and her name is V!
My niece, Mother's granddaughter, and the most precious child.
Oh, her parents are pretty wonderful too.
Gramma and V...two of a kind I can promise you.
V is either telling Gramma to hush or I believe this is baby sign language for something very important...cause she does this sign all day long in a series of pictures. Brilliant child.

Happy Gramma. Hungry V.

Same Sign from before....she could be telling us all to be quiet since Gramma was just about to open her card and artwork. Does anyone know what this sign is? (No, she is not picking her nose...she is too classy for such.)

Gramma immediately started crying when she opened her card.
If only I could get away with this as my card?!? This was V's FIRST artwork...are we on our way to the art classes or what? Talent for sure.Speaking of talents...guess who is walking?

I specifically asked V's mother (my sister) to halt all developmental milestones (healthy) until I'm around for the weekend, but V continues to develop.

She walks in squeaky shoes.

She laughs and walks.

She laughs, walks, and talks. Don't get me started on ALL that she can speak.

Our attempt at a picture together....

She just couldn't take her eyes off me....most people can't.

Love this little lady more than I could ever imagine.

Yet again, V is the best gift ever.

From Christmas to Mother's Birthday, V is just the gift that keeps on giving!

Happy Birthday Mother...I think you are the best gift, too!

Jake's Wings of Love IV

2010-02-22T07:51:00.001-06:00

Monday's (February 15) show just kills me. Not a fast death. A slow, can't keep my eyes off of it death. Like the other one million viewers, I continue to watch this "they want me to think this is realistic" human behavior. I know it's not. I'm an intelligent woman. People come to me for advice and counsel. But I can't stop watching this two hour block of life.

I wish I could talk to Jake. He needs my advice. Did you know I was an advice columnist in OU's student newspaper? It was pre e-mail, pre-facebook, pre-text. How did we survive? I know my following would be better today. Any who, I am going to write Jake an open letter. What would you say to Jake?

Jake,

How can you STILL (hate that word) not be IN love with Ali? She just left. She left 7 hours before you taped that phone call. We all know this show takes place over 6 weeks. I said it weeks ago, if Ali goes she'll be the next Bachelorette. Thanks to US Weekly, our thoughts have been confirmed. We'll see Ali at the next most dramatic rose ceremony. Jake, I hope you have someone to sit next to on the couch while you watch Ali's season.

Vienna is not good people. She isn't the type of neighbor that would mow that side of the lawn that touches your grass. I bet she doesn't return her carts at the grocery store or holds doors for people. She is that girl who wouldn't let you borrow something of hers for a special date. I bet she doesn't "split" a bill...but itemizes it. She probably would take wine to a party and then take back the opened bottle. Jake, she has mermaid hair. Make it stop.

Tenley. She couldn't have looked any more beautiful on Monday night. That flower (I'm shaking my head with envy). If I had a flower in my hair - people would think a leaf fell on me. Seriously, I did think the dancing to Canon D was a BIT too much (the week before). Her laugh and voice is a BIT too much...but she wants to love, has the capacity to love, and is classy. I'm not at all jealous of her body or lack of cheeks (the ones on her face). Jake, she will make sure you have cute Christmas decorations in your home. Vienna would put up fake poinsettias. Shutter.

Gia. Very classy send-off. For a swimsuit model who had not impressed me, your final impression was a good one. Like all of us searching for love, Gia deserves to be treasured. Good job leaving her rose-less to find her one true love.

Jake, don't let me down. Mother and I believe the Vienna rumors are just that...rumors. Please say it's true.

Yours Truly, Rose-less in Norman, OK

Love the one you're with....

2010-02-22T05:59:00.000-06:00

...and that I did this Valentine's Day 2010.

With Mother up from my birth state, this Single Awareness Day wasn't as depressing as originally thought. With a lazy day in store mixed with a morning snowfall (seriously I've never seen so much snow fall in a winter), topped with Lifetime's "Lovers Lane" movie line-up ... we enjoyed a lovely February 14. (no pun intended. honest.)
I did clean for the Queen's visit. What is it about someone coming that inspires us to do SO much? The Weymouth hadn't experienced a formal visitor in some time. Shocking.

It was Mother's first time to see the "new" rugs. Can you see the new one under the kitchen table? I found it on clearance at Tuesday Morning and it has the perfect colors. I just wish it was a tad bigger...and I was a bit smaller. Dreams.
Tulips. $5 a bundle bought at Wal-Mart on the 13th and looked great until the 19th...you can't get that out of flowers that are delivered to your door. Again, fresh flowers bring about a natural high for me.

We never left The Weymouth on Valentine's, so we never put our "faces" on. Everyone needs a day at home from time to time...where you order pizza, stay in doors, and live in your pjs.

I wanted a picture of Mother on Valentine's...so there's her sweet head and the tip top of her beloved Snuggie. She loves that zebra decorated "My Mother" embroidered fleece backwards robe. She doesn't leave home it.

Don't these Tulips look fake? They were that gorgeous.

In honor of this holiday that makes every single spirit wonder a million thoughts (we wont go there)...I'll leave you with a few of my beloved movie quotes that make me take a deep breath and trust in His plan, His timing, and His ways knowing my provision IS being prepared for his lifetime Valentine with the initials KBS.

I want the fairytale. Pretty Woman

There is the HOPE of someone. You’ve Got Mail
There is nothing better than you. Where the Heart Is
I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. The Notebook

Throw me some Beads! (Norman Style)

2010-02-15T07:00:00.000-06:00

Norman, America was better on Saturday with the arrival of my dear Valentine, Mother.

Mother no sooner put down her bag, we were out the door for a kick-off to Mardi Gras Celebration on Bingham Place. Assigned to bring an appetizer, I decided to bring something from my non-cooking light recipe drawer. Bread + butter + cheese + poppy seeds + green onions =yum. Over a year ago, I stole this from another party....one of my best dishes to ever steel.

Neighbor and Me
I thought we would both put on masks...one of us is not like the other.

The Little Lady and Nickster

The Chef

... who created this Mardi Gras menu masterpiece.

We weren't on Bourbon Street, but from the laughs and fine food...ya would never know.

The Cake Lady (aka: Sunny) and Me!

Sunny and I met at a baby shower in 1999, and today people ALWAYS ask us if we are sisters - even if we are not together. Something about our hand motions, antics, and stories.

Mother and Neighbor...a pair made in heaven.

Little N and Nickster

Anna and (baby) Kate

King Cake (Norman Style...thanks La Baguette)

Abby found the baby. The teeny tiny baby that is!

It was such a fun night and I loved giggling with Sunny and Mother as we ended the night. Granted we are a LONG way from the crazies of Canal Street, but we did celebrate. In Norman style that is. It's been a LONG time since I've said, "throw me some beads!" Oh, the memories.

Jake's Wings of Love III

2010-02-14T22:37:00.001-06:00

Before we board that addicting plane for hopeless love, thanks to ABC, I headed west through yet another winter storm last Monday. As I said on Facebook, what is wrong when Canada has to fly in fake Olympic snow and we wake up to more mornings with snow on the ground than without? This is what I envision Connecticut like. Pretty all over, but you can drive on the streets.

A snowy goodbye to my little sis, Ann, and one wonderful weekend!
Don't ask me why...but I love off centered pictures.
Jake, oh Jake. If I hadn't invested in soooo much, where would we be? I do not approve of you asking for hand(s) in marriage when you do NOT know what hand you want. I also thought Ali was over the top, pre-teen, pull my hair dramatic. And, I like Ali. Who was that little boy in Gia's family dinner? I wonder if that is her son and that will be the next big moment in "most dramatic rose ceremony ever." I'm really starting to have a love/it's killing me relationship with this show.

Following the episode, Mother sent me her thoughts. I couldn't have said it better.
From the keyboard of Mother...

Who do you think Jake will choose? Gia is too hands-to-her-mouth and tilt-her-head wimpy. Tenley seems sweeeet which may appeal to the all American boy now nice guy. As the song goes, Vienna is his strength when he was weak (at the bungee jump). Oh, please. He certainly rallied after Ali left (a little rhyme there). But if she didn't want him then why not? Wouldn't it be a show stopper if he threw out the three remaining roses and went after Ali. Ah... the drama of it all. But you girls are right. Ali will be the next bachelorette. Jake may be engaged but he won't marry "on the wings of love."

Last Weekend: Sunday.Kelly.Saints.

2010-02-14T22:28:00.000-06:00

Are you tired of my Arkansas weekend, yet?

I'm telling you...I am a weekend warrior.

I live up my weekends...especially ones outside my zip codes.A trip to Fayetteville is that much better (which is hard cause I always have a good time in that sweet town) when I get to meet up with Kelly. From lunch at Mimi's Cafe to walking around an outdoor mall (reminds me of Texas' Southlake Town Center) to chatting away the afternoon, I'm so happy to have a treasured friend in Kelly.

From lunch it was back to Ann's for the pre-game celebration for their beloved Saints.

Ann's son, Edward, was soooo excited for the Saints he couldn't break his concentration even for a picture. It just might have been the 100 Saints colored MM's he consumed. This little man is such a hoot.
King Cakes. Beads. Flags.
One Saints Super Bowl win....simply fabulous!
I'm a new fan of that cute Drew Brees. Even I, tiny NFL fan, teared up when Drew held his son during the confetti downpour. I love a good sports tear-up moment better than folks would think.

Last Weekend: Saturday.Runway.Winners.

2010-02-14T20:47:00.001-06:00

On Saturday morning, I headed east towards Fayetteville for my final destination of the weekend. The day light hours included lunch with my favorite 15 year old in Fayetteville, a wonderful, to die for, this must be what Heaven is like, 90 minute hot stone massage at East Meets West Spa and a few Sephora purchases to make my pictures better at the Fashion Runway Style Show.

I wasn't in the show, just an audience model of fun.

Can this woman be any more beautiful?
At our "reserved" table for the Starry Night Event benefiting Sexual Assault Recovery & Prevention Agency. Loved the chargers, the hydrangeas, and long clothes.

My dear friend and DG sister, Ann. Native philanthropist and lover of fun times, Ann gathered a hysterical line up of fashion forward sisters to line the runway.

Some tables centered on beautiful white hydrangeas, others had diamond trees of sparkle. I can't tell you how bad I wanted to replace my earing with one of these strands. Take note. Very few chairs can be left naked at elegant events.

I heart chair covers.

Ann, Chelsea, and Lydia....sassy Runway smiles.

The two reasons everyone was looking at our table.

The two reasons we were served wine so quickly.

I met Mia over three years ago and it was a DG volunteer connection made in heaven.

I adored working with this sweet sister. Believe it or not...Ann won the grand raffle.

It was her last ticket. One number later I'm not sure we would have laughed ourselves silly.

Upon walking into the event, my sweet sisters alerted me to a lady in my one of a kind dress or so I thought. Of course this lady would be the one who assisted us gathering Ann's loot. We both toasted our beloved designer, TJ. I had to gloat that she paid $18 more than I did. I tell ya..I can make a connection with just about anyone.

A group pic with the night's emcee. My dress buddy mistakenly left her mic on the table...I had to pick it up and use it as a prop for a picture or five. I love a real mic.

The loot. A home entertainment system.

Getting it into Black Beauty (a Honda Accord), was You Tube worthy.

Ending the night at the famous Fayetteville Sunrise Cafe (aka: heart attack on a plate).

Don't you just love a night when you close your eyes and you find yourself STILL laughing? I do.

Last Weekend: Friday Fun

2010-02-11T07:01:00.000-06:00

Honestly, I don't know where last week went. Do you all ever have such weeks? Seriously peeps, I have no children, no husband - not even one in the making - I still manage to fall behind in my blogging. But never my diet coke levels.

Thanks to my picture folder, Outlook calendar, and my memory bank...I will roll out a few posts to catch you lovelies up on this beautiful thing called KateLife.

On Friday, Feb 5, I headed to Tulsa, America to see my sorority sisters, one cute baby, and one loving house boy (husband) who made this...

and chocolate fondue for us! Please note the rice krispie squares laid out in none other than an anchor. I love all anchors, especially sweet ones.

Most impressed (nice word for "I wanted to take them") with the Valentine decor at The Tulsa Home.

During college, the Mrs. of this home didn't own a bed skirt ...until I stepped in. Now I stand in her home j.e.a.l.o.u.s of her heart fillers.

Baby G has grown way too much. He was unsure about my flash...he'll learn. They all do. I failed to snap a picture of G's parents, but they're real cute.

Bride-to-be Jessica hogging beautiful Baby G.

I had the MOST fun looking at Jessica's wedding binder...can't wait to celebrate her and her prince in May. Nothing like a wedding with your college (and still today) friends. Nope, nothing like it. I'm also looking forward to attending a wedding for someone over 30. Helps relight my candle of marriage hope.

Sweet Cindy (another baby hogger) with Baby G!

Such a fun night in Tulsa with treasured friends.

I've known these women for nearly 15 years...unbeleivable.

Best of all we continue to share in our lives and celebrating one another.

If only on collegiate bid days we could explain what is ahead of you as an alumna. If only.

Feet up....

2010-02-05T16:06:00.000-06:00

and just about to close down for the weekend!

But, before I go and play this weekend I have to tell you something...
These precious flats are $14. Not kidding.
Available in brown, lavender, and black.
They are literally slippers made for work.
Go to Wal-Mart. Shoe section. You will leave happier.

Please note I do not typically sit with my feet up at work nor on my desk.
These images were done for dramatic effect and Lucy's Daddy wanted to appear on my blog.

OKC Chocolate Decadence 2010

2010-02-05T14:46:00.000-06:00

For a gal that prefers a fruit dessert over a chocolate dessert I have been living a chocolate lover's dream world. From Norman's Chocolate Festival to Oklahoma City's Chocolate Decadence, the need for me to fill out an application to the Biggest Looser is just around the next table of chocolate goodies. Neighbor and I met up Thursday night in OKC Automobile Alley for the intake of unneeded calories, I mean the OKC Chocolate Decadence. A slew of our best (to die for) restaurants met up for a night of pure chocolate goodness. Actually, it's a real fancy (hate that word) bake off. But, with wine. Smile.

Complete with a commemorative glass. Two more added to The Weymouth's glassware inventory.
Who knew chocolate was so good in Mexican food?
As if I needed Mexican food to taste any better?
A Live Auction by a few of our local DJs.
I actually am not a fan of this radio morning show as they always go there.
When there doesn't need to be brought up while my Honey Nut Cheerios are still digesting.
Loved the decor. Very fun. Very retro metro.
The place was sooo dark. My best light.
Our friends at Iguanna (my beloved eatery in OKC) had the signature cocktail, chocolate martini shots.
Neighbor wasn't sure at first....

...but as always he rose to the occasion.

It's just in his blood. Our chocolate blood that night.

ps..the necklace in the top picture will be making LOTS of appearances. It was a huge hit amongst these OKC peeps and then later with my Norman peeps at another event. Wearning it this weekend for an event...it might by my signature necklace this season.

Final Rose

2010-02-05T13:29:00.001-06:00

As most of you - my beloved blog readers - can attest I'm a HUGE fan of Jillian Harris from the Bachelorette/Bachelor. Just to prove myself, I've cited some posts from my yet award winning blog of passion, interest, and kate life.

When she was on the Bachelor with Jason, I wrote her a note of encouragement. I also wrote a VERY telling "p.s." I might add.
In March 2009, I exclaimed my excitement and thrill in upcoming Rose Ceremonies with the announcement of the year.
I talked about her trade offs to find love on this post.
When Jillian's season on the Bachelorette began, I started decorating for my Monday night gatherings!
And for the most dramatic rose ceremony ever (I'll borrow a line from Chris), we had an all out blast, only complete with Mother asking us to vote on secret ballot, when Jillian and Ed became official.

Soooo imagine my excitement when I got wind of Jillian at a local hotel in Norman, America. You can't. You just can't imagine how excited I was to even think of finally meeting someone who I think is super fun, so cute, and a delight. Well, guess what?

I met her. Totally talked for an hour.

Jillian, my new best friend, was in town filming Extreme Makeover: Home Edition as a guest designer. There she was at the hotel bar hanging out with the cast. I couldn't miss my moment. With my heart pounding, I casually walked over and introduced myself as if we went to high school together. She was the nicest. She was fun and extremely personable. She had to go to this surprise birthday for the executive producer, and explained she'd be back to become our best friend.

In the mean time, we saw Xzibit. But, I didn't know who he was. He did compliment my boots and we all admired his big, peerrty watch. Who knew he was famous? I'm not all as good on the current rappers as I am the stars of ABC's reality (right) shows.

Lea Ann, Me, JILLIAN, Kari, and Stacy!

Jillian gave us the behind the scenes stories on soooo many topics. Yes, the producers assign roommates on the Bachelor. Yes, she kept those precious clothes from the Spain trip. Ed is auctioning off his famous green shorts at a charity event. Her ring is stunning. 100% stunning.

Honestly, she was so much fun. She laughed with us. She let us take pictures even with no make-up on. She also is teeny tiny. I mean maybe 95lbs. Wet. But, I still like her. Just will never take another picture with her. Well, maybe at the wedding. We did talk about her wedding. She is unsure if she is going to do it public or private. However, she thinks she has found her dress. Don't you know she will look beyond bride beautiful. We said good-bye. I gave her my card. You just never know. I never thought on Wednesday morning my day would include Jillian Harris. Such fun...and honestly I wish her and Ed the very best. Good job ABC.

We also met this designer from Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. He was a bit over the top and wasn't that crazy about my beloved city and state. Hopefully he can get back to LA sooner than later. With all the rain and snow we've had, we can't help him keep up his tan.

Out of the stars we saw/met, my final rose still goes to Jill! We are on nickname level.

Sweet Sixteen.

2010-02-04T17:23:00.000-06:00

There are days each year that stop me in my shoes (okay, tracks) reminding me of something life changing from that day listed on my Mary Englebright calendar. Some are more life changing events than others. Nevertheless, life changing. My Birthday. Pretty life changing if you ask me. Especially for Flo & Joe. Skip 18.9 years. August 18 - Delta Gamma Bid Day. October 27 - Initiation into the finest women's Fraternity in North America. July 12 - OU work anniversary. February 3 - Gramma born into eternal life. August 14 - HSC anniversary. January 11 - Grandpa born into eternal life. February 28 - Day of Honesty. July 25 - Closed on The Weymouth. September 20 - V came home to her forever home. February 2 - Dad died. And, from that Groundhog Day in 1994..my life would never be the same.

My Dad died a horrible death. I've spent many moments thinking about his death, the events leading up to his death, and his choices that led us to his death. Honestly, not a thought of him, a smell of English Leather, seeing a man with silver hair, the scent of pipe tobacco pass over me without leaving a mark, of some kind. The mark is bittersweet. As sweet as it is to have a memory, it can feel like salt on a paper cut. Even, sixteen years later.

Last year, I wrote a letter to my dear dad. I wrote it, and I still cry when I read it. This year, I want to say how thankful I am. Well, and a few other things. I've been working, praying, and hoping to concentrate on what I do have, not what I don't. I'm failing some days, but others I do better. I know. Shocking. I'm a work in progress.

Along with Mother, Dad gave me life. A life that is so blessed. A life that I know is not without pain, growth, and a search for forever peace. And, always hope. One that I wake up and typically am very happy to live. One that allows me to help others, enjoy a luxury (or 72 of them), and laugh. My Dad had a loud laugh that he never apologized for. I laugh loud...and I'm not apologizing anymore for it. Life is too short to not laugh whenever you can. And, however loud you wish.

This sixteenth year brought my family the best gift ever. The gift is about 32 inches tall, blows bubbles in the water, says "hello," and has taken her first few steps of life. I asked Dad over and over again (and all my grandparents, every priest I meet, and all my Facebook friends) for my niece to come home to our family. That she did. While February 2nd might be bittersweet, this sixteenth year has been a sweet one with my loVe bug in our arms. I know V was picked for us by both our Fathers in heaven. For that and so much more, I am thankful this bittersweet February 2nd.

Jake's Wings of Love II

2010-02-04T15:51:00.000-06:00

I can't believe we are on our way to home town dates! Where has the season flown off to (pun intended)?

I will tell you. It has departed for craziness. And, arrived at "the spoilers just can't be true" ville, America. If Pilot Jake picks Vienna to be his co-pilot - I will from now on (mark my word) be checking all cockpits to ensure he is NOT the pilot of my wings of life. If his flying skills are anything like his choice in mate skills...this precious cargo can not fly the friendly skies with him. But like you, my life stops for 120 minutes each Monday to watch the drama. As promised, my thoughts for each gal this week.

Ali - you are real. I know you are competitive and have no patience for you know who...but remember this show will be around for.the.rest.of.your.life. Your kids will see this. Hate to say this, "but if you can't say something nice," well just don't say it on camera. I also can't believe you ran into the water with those boots on.
Gia - go back to New York and your swimsuits. And, that laugh...won't miss that at the next rose ceremony.
Tenley - sweet. look up Tenley in urban dictionary and you will see her mug shot. Just sweet. I sense she is in this for love. Not sure she is going to find it while flying The Wings of Love.
Vienna - as my pal Allison said it best, "Vienna is Jillian's Wes." I just hope Jake finds his Ed. Well, you know what I mean.
And, to the one that got out, Corrine. Classiest lady on the show. Talk about values, honorable, a mentor, and a lady of character. I LOVE that she assured Jake she would have her own apartment while they were engaged, and would not be "sleeping" with him until marriage. I could say she burned her rose at that moment, but honestly we all know as passengers of this love flight...she is a survivor. I have no doubt our good Lord has her provision waiting for her on bended knee. Corrine...I would buy you a wedding gift when you marry your pilot of perfection!

Until next week ladies, sing it with me...."On the Wings of Love..."

Winter Storm 2010 | Day Three | Saturday II

2010-01-31T16:24:00.000-06:00

And on the third day...they went to a Chocolate Festival.

What do a bunch of Sooners do on the third day of a governor declared State of Emergency?

They go to a Chocolate Festival

benefiting their Firehouse Art Center.

Folks throw down $30 (for the premium tasting), to sample area businesses' chocolate creations. We are talking 20+ businesses gather to give you more than should be sample size tastings of milk, dark, white, fluffy, creamy, nut, semi-sweet chocolate! Thanks to my friend, Kim, she had an extra ticket (her friend couldn't come up for Texas for the same reasons I couldn't drive down), and she doesn't mind to drive in this Mother Nature craziness. Score.

Me and my chocolate colored box....very impressed with this sweet box. Perfectly colored, by the way. Festival goers receive a box to carry/store/pack their samples in. Some goers bring their own containers. As in metal pans you cook a 17 lb turkey in. Not sure anyone needs that much chocolate. Even during a State of Emergency. Only thing I would have changed...bigger ribbon on the corner of the box. Go big or go home.

Just not as big as those metal pans.My favorite table at the Festival was Amy's Cakes.

All chocolate. Thank goodness I took in no calories by staring at these cakes. Such a talent. So is cake decorating.
The "other" cake exhibit, Sugar, was my second favorite. This display sign was the true theme of the morning. Lots and lots of sugar. It even smelled like sugar. I told Kim I should have starved myself Friday to allow for the upcoming caloric intake. I think the Biggest Looser will be calling soon. Thankfully I wont be able to answer since I'm back at the YMCA come Monday.

This was much prettier in person...it looked just like bamboo in person. Not sure what party I would schedule this one for...but good to know in Norman, America we have such options. No Neimans, but plenty of cookie/cake shops. Sadly, I've tasted them all. Not my fault I get around in a shower/invite/social way.

Another table with pretty flowers...it was so nice to see such spring colors in this winter zone.

After leaving Diabetes alley, we headed to lunch and just happened to drive by our first home (post dorm life) in Norman...our beloved chapter house and Fraternity.

Love those women of HOPE.

From lunch we decided to take a stroll around icy Historic Campus Corner.

My favorite gift shop in Campus Corner, Tulips. Closed. Probably a good thing...as if I need anything.

Without our trademark wind, it wasn't that cold walking around...just slick.

We took it slow and giggled as we resembled 50 year members of our beloved Greek organization, rather than the 20 and 14 (respectively) year members we are.

After lunch and shopping it was time to head to The Weymouth to gab, nibble on our chocolates, sip a red wine, and regroup for dinner at Iron Star. Such a wonderful day.

I am so thankful for the friend I have found in my DG sister, Kim. We met this past summer thru volunteering (it is a lifetime oath, peeps) and she is just a delight. So fun. A great conversationalist. Hysterical. Great taste. Dynamic and insightful. I am so thankful when God brings people into our lives at His perfect time. Especially a great girly girl to browse gift shops with...a good browser is hard to come by. Amazing how chocolate, a gift shop (or two), white cheddar Mac N' Cheese, and a dear sister...can make a State of Emergency livable. And, some wine.

Winter Storm 2010 | Day Three | Saturday

2010-01-30T08:39:00.000-06:00

Before going to bed, I took these moonlight shots early Saturday morning!
It was so beautiful to look at, but I hate knowing so many are without power or shelter. I continue to lift up prayers for those needing warmth find it. Another example why we must support local United Way agencies, your shelters, and outreach services for the elderly.
This morning I ventured out (bless those rain boots) to hammer open (break the ice) the mailbox. To my surprise and delight, I had mail from Thursday most likely....hopefully today the post person will leave my goodies. Please.

That spring wreath doesn't really fit?

Across from The Weymouth

The east side of The Weymouth!

I'm so glad I'm not a plant. If these turn green come spring...wow.

My poor tree. This will be its last winter. Sniff. Sniff. Buying The Weymouth, everyone commented on this big, beautiful, shady tree. But thanks to the Winter Storm 2007, the arborist told me its been "compromised." Part of the roots have moved to the surface, the limbs fall with a wind gust above 10 mph (thats sitting still wind for Oklahoma), and any life it had is now frozen, gone, done. I am so excited to use my tax return on tree removal, grinding, and replacement. Sniff. Sniff.

A reminder of the ice that hides under this pretty powder sugar snow.

With that ice reminder on my house and on the driveway, my trip to Dallas for a major V-fix and a birthday party for one sweet Miss Ellie...is cancelled. Just not smart. Although the travel into southern Oklahoma says "slick in spots"....it only takes one spot to hurt my car, me, or someone. I couldn't live with myself if my want to drive in this mess, hurt someone that had to be out in this mess. Must think like an adult. No fun.

Thank goodness I sent Miss Ellie's party hat to her this month to celebrate all month! My loVe bug will be so excited to try on her new slicker in a few weekends! Love to my beloveds in Texas...see you in mid February! Thanks to a dear friend...I'm getting 1) out today and 2) attending something I've wanted to attend for a LONG time in Norman, America. Hold please.

Winter Storm 2010 | Day Two | Friday

2010-01-29T21:17:00.000-06:00

My eyes popped at 8 am. No alarm. No Today Show (crazy news casters think they need to talk the whole morning - as in we need to discuss the cold anymore). No jumping out of bed to hit the shower. Just me and those 500 thread count sheets (thanks Mother). Not a (true) problem in the world. I live a life beyond measure, I tell ya.

A little snow art...I've written my name in sand, but I fail to remember a time I did so in snow. 'Bout time for the name I love to become one with snow. Check that off the bucket list.
A Winterised Weymouth!

View from checking the mail.... of which I couldn't open the mailbox, again.
Why I thought there would be mail in there is beyond me and my cabin lovin' self.

6 inches of snow layered on an ice rink formally known as a driveway...

The scene to the left....

...the scene to the right.

The view from my front porch looking OUT...

Easily 5-6 inches of powdered sugar over everything.

More of my winter landscaping.

From my back porch looking OUT....

thought the back porch furniture would be safe...but snow has a way of landing on everything and anything.

maybe I should have put up those pillows for the winter?

My bathroom window...does it not look like State Fair Funnel Cake went nuts outside the window? I love that tree and the sweet little birds who call that tree home. Come home when it warms up little birds.

An alternative to chilling wine...and measuring snow fall. Not a ruler in this house...so just know we are half a bottle of snow around here. Back to that chilled wine and the only movie on television, Along Came Polly. If I owned a network, I would schedule really good snow day movies all of January. Movies like Pretty Woman, The American President, Steel Magnolias, Beaches, Stella, You've Got Mail, Sleepless in Seattle, and Sound of Music. Or a marathon of Little House on Prairie, The Waltons, and Brady Bunch.

And, could we just consider writing the movie, Along Came Kate? And who will play best male actor? God only knows. At least I really, really pray He does. I know He does. I know.

Winter Storm 2010 - Day One | Thursday

2010-01-29T19:18:00.000-06:00

As promised our dramatic weather forecasters told us straight up.

A storm was a brewin' and that it did....straight for The Weymouth's county (and surrounding 76 counties). Thankfully the snow day angels let us out of work/school at Noon on Thursday (in time for a beer lunch with friends), AND called off task lists for Friday as well...SWEET! I don't care how old I get....I love a snow day better than any "high school student with a project due the next day that hasn't started needs an extra day" snow day!

Arriving home to The Weymouth....

iced tree is not as cute as iced cookie.
Frozen shut mailbox. Frozen beloved brick mailbox.
Pretty sure if the postperson who won't deliver mail if a car is parked anywhere near my mailbox, would never try to deliver my mail even if an act of God froze my mailbox shut.
My postperson is not on my Valentine's Card list.
As the dramatic weather team communicated to us we had "2 Days to Prepare" in 48 point font scrolled across the outline of the state...I prepared. Nothing like scared tactics to get me to the grocery store outside of throwing a party.
While nearing a plateau of preparedness, I decided to help the economy as we enter into no-spending snow days. I slid into Tuesday Morning only to find the 6 foot circular rug that matches the 3 foot one I picked up for my master loo two weekends back. Doesn't everyone buy a kitchen rug before a winter storm sets in?
I'll have to post pics...I'm afraid it's too small for the space.As I opened the front door to take a pic of the front yard...I did find sent love.
Of course not from The Weymouth's postperson, but from the UPS person. I love UPS. They always work to deliver my packages/surprises.
Trees hanging, crunchy grass, and this horrible sound of breaking limbs bring back the memories of Ice Storm 2007...so don't want to revisit that Memory Lane.

Black Beauty's newest winter accessories.

Please keep in mind this was from being out for a few hours.

The Weymouth's front ice rink...an inch of ice.

This is all ice with a dusting of snow.

The view from my bathroom window...one sad, cold tree.

So with my pile o' blankets, handed down hoodie sweatshit from Neighbor, slippers from Mother, "borrowed" pajama pants from a former caller (who hasn't called for 11 years ago), I settled in for a cozy night. Only made super cozy by the glow of my rose bowls' candlelight. I love to light my candles...even just for me and one winter storm.

On the Wings...

2010-01-29T18:04:00.001-06:00

of cheese. But, I'm addicted just as much this season as any other.

I'm so addicted to this silly reality show,

every Monday night I host a group of women...

and one teeny, tiny bachelor-in-training...But huge in cuteness, and doesn't talk (or cry) near as much as Jake. Little bachelor was with us for Jillian's season...we just couldn't cuddle him.

Actually the first time I heard of this little guy was Jillian's first night of her season! One season later, we have a baby!

When I say "host," please know I mean "invite over, move the couch to face the entertainment box, set out matching napkins, make score sheets and ask each of the Bachelor passengers to bring a healthy dessert." This was my attempt to keep everyone warm with a selection of hot chocolates and shortbread Girl Scout Cookies...who scout out my healthy eating every January those sweet girls. I was impressed with the impromptu stacking of my mug collection.

Speaking of sweet girls...Ali is my choice. Number one. Hands down. While I wasn't too impressed with her mouth at the end of the last two shows...I can't blame her for being ticked. While Jake is a bit of a chatterbox spread with cheese (not even sure expensive cheese, yet), I give him LOTS of credit for letting go the women he knew were not for him. If only more men could be as honest as he is...I'll save the rest of those paragraphs for another post.

My favorite two lines from last week: 1) Tenley asks Jake about his feelings for her and if he likes her, blah, blah...Jake replies "I have my head in your lap." Classic guy response. 2) Kathryn telling Jake he isn't showing her attention, doesn't understand him...and Jake responds (as if this was going to make it all better)..."I'm sorry. I'm just trying not to get lost in your beautiful eyes." Never heard that one. For once, I'm thankful I haven't.

Now, that we are down to a final five...I'll give my thoughts each week.

Ali - if not Jake's bride...she'll be the next Bachelorette. Yellow thread makers should invest in her cause she looks gooood in the sun's color.
Corrie - she reminds me of a dental hygienist....super sweet, super young.
Gia – her profession is "swimsuit model"...I might be jealous (and am), but that is not a profession. Her laugh is something Jake should consider living with for 50+ years before the next rose ceremony.
Tenley - she is my "runner-up" to Ali....I think she should had a date between her x-husband and Jake. Then again, if Tenley can't get a date this might explain my challenge.
Vienna - she is the director's keeper....They let Jake give Michelle the black rose...they are making him keep Vienna to help ratings. This woman would not be my friend. She would never let you borrow her favorite pashmina for your date or use her perfume...she is that girl.
I know this show is silly...but it makes Mondays more fun and a perfect excuse to gather, giggle, and eat dessert.

Gold Diggers

2010-01-28T21:21:00.000-06:00

Have you ever heard of a Gold Party?

You heard me...a Gold Party? You bring your gold. You know the stuff from the"thought I couldn't live without them" in your past life, the stuff you received as a Michael Jackson/Espirit wearin' teenager...or better yet born in my Mother's era and you have lots of this stuff.

Let the gold men check, weigh, measure it out.
And, write you a check. Yes, you leave this party with a check.
Made out to you. Yes, you. I feel as if I'm writing an advertisement for the 3 am time slot where I tell you - you can lose 10 lbs in a day or become a millionaire if you sell this one house.
One of my favorite friends, Tracy, told me all about the
"dollar is down, gold is up" party theme over my Catch-Up Tuesday and I simply had to look into the truth of such in the Sooner State. Upon my return to OKC, I checked out some gold buyers...and set up a party for my

sterling silver-platinum wearing pals.

Even before checks were written...these two (Kim and Sunny) were all smiles

with their shared birthday realizations. Instant best friends.

Kristen and Neighbor all HOPE before the check writing!

A couple high-five as they (I mean she) receives

a check that could cover airfare to see a best friend, just because!

Gymnastics and excited little people, couldn't keep these Mamas from coming.

His mama took home a check to pay for a big treat!

And her mama could pay for the Starbucks whole drive-thru of cars. The excitement rose to such a level...

we simply made a circle of watch over the gold men.

We would wait for the men to read out some one's total...

and all scream with excitement! Seriously, you can't make this up.

One happy gold party attendee!

It was as if we won cars...or were going to Oprah the next day.

This smile doesn't even match the couple's smile

I gave a check to the next day for nearly $1000.

Not kidding. Just stuff they didn't wear turned into a grand.

A grand party that is for all gold bringers.

Everyone left with a check, even me, and I didn't even sell any gold.

A fundraising idea: Gold parties.

The company I worked with gives 15% back to the hostess.

(this is SO much better than a jewelry, pajama, Tupperware party)
I split my "return" with the United Way of Norman.

This is by far the easiest, minimal overhead, low drama fundraiser ever. Ever.

If you need any more information, leave me a comment and your e-mail.

Remember When...you V-sat for 32 hours?

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My V-sitting journey began at 9 a.m. on the last day of 2009!

Gramma cooked TWO scrambled eggs

(with garlic and pepper) for "Gramma's Girl."

Auntie Kate cut blueberries, filled the water cup, and took pictures.

She can't be any funnier. I couldn't be any less objective. 11 a.m. She loves to "walk" these days. She also loves to open and play in cabinets just like her Auntie.
1 p.m. The Suchala boys came for lunch and a play date. Playing store in Ms. Flo's pantry. Sweet Godson, Joseph, playing "get you." 3:30 p.m. V and her crazed sitters offered to keep the Rockstar overnight. Her first overnight stay. Her first overnight away from the parents. 3:40 p.m. Getting the instructions of behavior from mama and dada.

Remember that? Calling your parents if you

could stay overnight and being reminded of how to act? Then, running home to get your overnight needs or borrowing everything from your buddy.

Luckily we had all of what V needed and a bit more.

6:30 p.m. Dinner Tricks

8 p.m. Post dinner-bath-lotion-rub-down, a little play time with her FAVORITE toy...Learning Laptop courtesy of Gramma. Smart kid to really like what Gramma gives her. Always more of where that came from.

8:15 p.m. Last playtime of 2009

I HAD to get out Mother's box labeled "NYE noisemakers." Don't we all have that storage box?

Funny some of these are from 2000.....the year V's parents would marry!

Playing peek-a-boo

That face.

I just don't think I could ever get enough of it.

Happy New Year my loVe bug.

This is her last picture of 2009.

Will this child ever, ever know what she means to me?
Weird as it sounds...putting her to bed, kissing her goodnight, and wishing her the best in the New Year was a perfect New Years for this Auntie.

Happy 2010 V!

V and I walked to get donuts (the new year diet hadn't started)...

Gramma wanted her wrapped up...snug as a bug.

She was wrapped up sooo tight...I had to monitor her happiness

by the happy feet kicking away as we strolled.

11 a.m. The interest in ten year old blowers continues.

1 p.m. Black Eyed Peas...for good luck.

Parents return.

Playing with Gramma.

The Happy Family on their way out the door in 2010!

As V walked out the door, she was signing/saying "all done."

The party/fun was all done....all 32 hours of FUN. V-Fun. My favorite kind of fun.

The proud parents told us V was so tried she fell asleep within minutes of leaving Gramma's.

My babysitting techniques remain in success mode: play with baby so much...she sleeps soundy, eats well, and smiles when she sees her parents. Check. Check.

I could easily take 32 hours with V once a month.

Once a week, really.

Love that kid.

Remember When...December 30!

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Highlights from the second to last day of 2009....

Lunch with Blakers at Bayley's...my favorite spot for brunch in Bedford. Showing Blake my pre-OU places of education. Thanks HEB ISD, I was well prepared for years 13-18 of school.
Hitting Target sales with Blakers...he needed ear phones...I needed a tree skirt for V's future Christmas tree ...a pink one at that. Needed...key word.
Sending Blakers off for his second semester of law school. Love seeing friends so happy.
Meeting DG sister Julie for a spirit in Highland Park Village...I love the white lights in the trees!
Connecting with a friend of my father's ...from nearly 50 years ago. Thanks blogger.com.
Meeting DG sisters (Sam, Lori, Kami and Sam's brother) for dinner at the original El Fenix.
Wasting hours of my life watching Nine, but enjoying the time being with my sisters. The Kate Hudson scene was the best part.
Returning home to My Mother and that couch I rest so well on.

Remember When...RM & CUT

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Return Monday

On Monday (December 28), Mother and I headed out for what would evolve into "Return Monday." After we cleaned for the cleaning lady to come (yes, we do that too), we headed to my VERY favorite spot for lunch...Celebrity Bakery. I can't tell you how happy (in that non-Alli way) this place makes me. Iced Tea with Sonic size ice. An orange, lemon, lime fruit bar for your iced tea. Dill and Cucumber finger sandwiches. Autumn Pumpkin soup. Sugar cookie to bookend my stomach smiles. I wish you all a Celebrity Bakery stop when you visit the DFW area. You will not be disappointed. I ask one thing...please get me a caffeine filled ginger peach with 2 orange and 1 lemon slice, 2 pink package iced tea to go (send to The Weymouth). I've been known to order like a baby in Starbucks, but she knows what to do at Celebrity Bakery.

Mother organized our returns in the most delightful order and drew a map for us...as if we would get lost in our own area?!? Made me giggle then...and still does in a NEW year. To make this post worthy of the title...I've included the stops for that day and one random thought per stop I had while being Mother's legs on 2009's Return Monday.

Walgreens (amazing how much Mother can pick-up here)
Stein Mart (Mother paid way too much for my scarf...she is such a giver)
Wal-Mart (lines too long...delay return)
Target (mad they don't recycle their bags)
Macy's (could get lost for hours...so many sales. so many things.)
Bath & Body Works (love me some sensual amber)
Jarred's (hate that commercial...LOVE my Pandora bracelet)
Apple Annie's (local store....kind people...love the smell of this store)
Tuesday Morning (Bedford has such a good TM...I LOVE TMs.)

Catch-Up Tuesday

As Tuesday (December 29) unfolded, the day truly became "Catch-Up Tuesday." One of my favorite parts of the holiday break include catching up with many of my beloveds. (I had to carry on the bullett theme.)

Lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Cummins! I met the Cummins in 1990 (swallow. 20 years? shaking head.) via their dear son. I'm so blessed to have these precious folks in my heart. Both of them have supported, cared, and given to me since day one. Both of them came up for each Dad's Day I had in college. That weekend was always so hard those four years...they made it a treasured time for the three of us.
Dinner with Tracy! I met Tracy in August 1999 (swallow. 10 years? shaking head and taking a drink of my wine.) via Public Affairs at OU. Not sure I've ever (or will ever) laugh at work as much as I did those years we worked together. Tracy has a GREAT sense of humor, beautiful handwriting, creative talents, and magazine worthy taste. I was a diet coke virgin until we met. Don't ever ask to "split" something with T. She can move belongings SEVEN times and continue to set-up shelves and table tops better than anyone. Yes, I've been to all seven homes. Treasured friend that one. And, one funny hubbie and three gorgeous kiddos.
Hot Chocolate with Blakers! While dining with Tracy, I received a shout out from London bound Blakers stranded at DFW airport. I was SO excited to show Blakers the metropolis of Bedford, I forgot to say "sorry you are being delayed on your way to London." It was the most fun to bring Blakers to my forever home. What a fun surprise to catch up on the holidays before he headed back to Parliament.
Sorry for the no picture post....my camera was taking a break over at The Gantts. Waugh. Waugh.

Remember When...Boxing Day

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Remember when we celebrated

Boxing Day (December 26) with the "best gift ever?"

Sure do.

We made her sit in the noisy paper.
We put bows around her neck.
Took a million pictures of that face.
Explained to the gift that her shirt spoke the truth...
BEST GIFT EVER!
From her Mommy's mouth to her ear....

...and she knows it. Feels it. Believes it.

She will always be the BEST GIFT EVER this

Australian Boxing Day...anyday...anywhere.

Holding V this Christmas was honestly the BEST GIFT EVER.

We've opened our family gifts on the 26th for two, maybe three years now.
It is so nice to reserve the 25th to preparing
for the family dinner, enjoying one another,

and remembering the gift of Christ given to us this season.

Not a second went by, that I wasn't thanking our Father for this child given to us.

The best gift ever.

Remember When...Christmas Day 2009!

2010-01-12T16:32:00.001-06:00

Remember when....V arrived at the door on Christmas Day.

Her drivers, those loving parents, came too!

After hearing a friend explain it...parents truly are Roadies (of the show) and the baby becomes the Rockstar, if you will the Star (of the same show). It is the Roadies job to pack it all up, move it all in, and bring the Star. Once they bring the Star in, no one wants much from them. And, when it is time to go the Roadies arrange the next move. V is our Rockstar. Period.

Dressed in her "casual" outfit...costume one of three planned.

Of course Auntie Kate does....She could never forget. Never. V's parents knew we couldn't wait any more to see that face. I could kiss the screen.

It's almost as if V knew how exhausted we all were...the wrapping, the shopping, the cleaning, the planning, the decorating, the driving, the packing, the unpacking, the cooking, the putting up, and more. Makes me tired just thinking about it all. Makes me smile just remembering it all.

She now sits on stairs. Such a big girl. I can't stand it.

V likes to host a stare down of those around her, the space she is

in, and studies it all once she arrives to a new location.

Once she warms up...there is no stopping her.
Costume change #2....candy cane dress from The Hartwells.
Cousins Ellen and Claire pose with Gramma and V!
Sign of pure exhaustion...my only pictures the rest of the night are of V, the table, and more V....we had 14 loved ones for dinner....but you would never know from my camera scroll.
Gramma and "Gramma's Girl"
Auntie Kate and my loVe bug....one tired loVe bug that is.
The 2009 table!

Pictures just don't do it justice....

the flash really takes away from the elegant black and sparkly red.

Mother buys and creates a vision....I arrange and set.
Good team. Great table.

Christmas 2009 was more special than any other Christmas cause....

this couple became a family....

and I found the little girl who put the V in love!

Remember When...12|24|2009

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Remember when you left Norman at 6:30 am on Christmas Eve (in a lot of rain and thought the snow predictions were crazy) to make it to Dallas by 9:50 am in time for a baptism?

Of course I do! And little did we know Blizzard 2009 was on its way! If only each time I arrived in Dallas, to a church, or anywhere for that matter a boy (THE RIGHT ONE) as sweet as this greeted me....life would be near perfect. Couldn't warm my heart anymore than to be greeted with "kiss for Godmother Kate, kiss for Godmother Kate" from my godson, Joseph, in from sunny Arizona.

What a treat to see this little lady who is approaching her first birthday super duper fast. Too fast. It was just last year I met Miss Ellie here. Could she be any more of a mini-me of her pops? Sans the skirt.

On to the main event of the day...of course other than the eve of our Lord's birth.
Third heir to their thorn. Third prince in the house. Third precious boy to bless his parents.
Meet Walt. Laid back. Cool. Cute as a button. Beloved. Just smile at me, Walt. Yes, he is that third baby who simply can be looked at and smiles.
Blessed with the Sacrament of Baptism.....some folks will ask why are babies baptized?
Click here for official thoughts.

Two big brother candle lighters....turned holders.

I loved the light glow from the wall....

when two or more are gathered in His name..and that we are. That we are.

Walt's Godparents and loving family!

From there it was off to a yummy brunch at The Harris Home.

Aunt Kate with Duncan....while I'm showing three necks...it was just too cute of this little man. Yes, that is how much I love this kid...put his smile over my neckS. Hello YMCA 2010. Aunt Kate with the newest member of the Catholic Church....Mr. Walt.

Walt with the number one woman in his life!

With so much navy blue, scary monsters, and trucks....another picture of

Miss Ellie just brings a new level of pretty to any blog post!

When Ellie talks she reminds me of Pebbles voice from Flintstones. Exactly.

Could my Godson be any more of an organizer?

He made a trail for the mouse to find him....his imagination is that good.

And, so is his Mother (my treasred friend) to encourage such.

I did make a short visit to see my niece V and her parents. But I failed to take any pictures. I know. I know. I was going to come back after getting us food and take a few hundred of her...but that joke of the weather blew into North Texas...and it was time for me to blow home.

A snow covered car, a trunk full of presents, a

10 day break from reality and time to celebrate the gift of Christ....priceless.

A white Christmas in Bedford Falls (sans the Falls)....

It was sooo cold and I couldn't wait any longer for Mother to open up a gift...I have a hard time once it is time to give gifts for people not to open them....she did. She loved it.

A true Snuggie with "My Mother" embroidered on it....what else would she want?

Mother's back porch...I haven't seen snow like this since I was a tween...

circa Michael Jackson's good days.

From a safe drive in (Thank God), to hugging young precious lives, to witnessing the presence of the Holy Spirit welcoming new life into the Church, to celebrating with friends turned family, to getting a mini V fix, to arriving home to MY Mother....to hanging my hat in Bedford Falls (you know what to do)....It's a Wonderful Life.

Just as Clarence reminds us,

"No man is a failure who has friends."

Couldn't said it better myself.

Remember When....12|23|2009

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Because of my vacay (slang for vacation) from blogging...I'm introducing my "Remember When" series. If you will...a look back at Holiday (said in a British accent) 2009 days, moments, and memories. Don't think for one moment I haven't thought about just picking-up with the new day in front of me....BUT, then I wouldn't have this blogging journal of pure 100% authentic memories. Can't do that. When Mr. Wonderful FINALLY arrives...I know he'll want to go back and read post by post to catch up on the KateLife he has missed. Of course he will my fairy Godmother whispered to me.

Remember when you kicked off December 23...at Panera to bring HOT BAGELS (why do they scream that?) to the office family? Not only did I enjoy hearing HOT BAGELS a few times (they always seem to go into a chant when I'm there) I ran into this couple from Gap Kids.

I ended up sitting down with these Santa dreamers,

when I heard "miss, will you sit down and eat with us?" Cross off thirty more minutes of working in 2009. But these two won't always be interested in eating with me nor will they talk to me about their hopes, wishes and dreams...a moment with the mouths of babes. Their beautiful Mother reminded me of dinner at their home that evening...before the annual (5th by the way) Bar Crawl in Norman, America. I'm sure you've read about it in your local society pages.

7 pm....Arrive at The Gap Kids' beautiful home...I've been in this home so many times and each time I visit I'm amazed by the beauty, the warmth, and the stinkin' talent their Mama has.

Please note Neighbor modeling the left couch.

My picture does not do this justice...but this black backdrop is so rich.
How folks decorate big spaces marvels me...I'm a little space gal. Just wish I was little.
Of course real garland. Smells like heaven would.
Take a million crosses, garland, and a candle....done.
Magazine worthy.

The Mama showing off her 47th talent...making natural soaps, lotions, and scents.

Neighbor has an addiction to such. His line for the evening, with his four degrees in his brain, "Sam, I will work for products." I'm thinking: Call A&E.

We have a contestant for their show that begins with an I and rhymes with Convention.

Santa even rolled out for this dinner party....

of which The Gap Kids were BESIDE themselves.

Didn't take long for these darlins' to eat their din-din and get off to sweat dreams making Santa night one night away!

Speaking of off on a sleigh....I was too. Off I (and many others) headed to Bar Crawl 2009.

Rest assured while others became spirited, that was not an option as I had to report to a baptism strike 10 am on Christmas Eve morning (South of the Red River)....so this was going to be a picture takin', pass out hugs, and cheers a time or two with friends before I head off for the 10 day stay south in my very own Bedford Falls (sans Falls).

Brothers....who had YET to begin their shopping.

I guess they don't like to look at their paper as I do.

Most of the night was spent "joking" about the crazy weather folks dramatizing the approaching weather. Little did ANY of us know the joke would soon be on all of us...or should I say snow would soon be all over us?!?

A wish for 2010!

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'May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.'

Sorry for the LONG break...I've been doing this, that, and everything...but blogging. With 256 pictures from a fabulous holiday break....I'm back in the saddle. Posts coming to a computer near you very soon.

Top 25 of 2009

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I made Parties Extra top 25.

Well, my Sip and See did.

And, honestly can't blame that talented Helen Wallace...it was my best party for my best girl.

What was your top moment or two of 2009?

When I return back to my main computer, I think I will do a top 25 in pictures of my 2009.

Sorry for the TEN day blogging break...I have some high points to keep your taste buds sparked.

1) Not sure where Dec 21 - 23 went...yes I do. I was finishing up being the Elf ...far from any shelf that is.

2) Dec 24...6:30 am three hour drive, a baptism, a brunch, a V fix, three grocery stores, and a Winter Wonderland Christmas Eve in the real Bedford Falls....sans the Falls. Are you tired yet? The marathon was half way over.

3) Dec 25...serving as Mother's Elf...which is soo far from any rest time on a shelf, I can't even explain. No other elves have ever survived this role. No other elves would apply.

4) Dec 26...opening gifts with the new family...I was too busy hogging V to ever think about blogging. Pictures will come. Promise.

5) The 27th found me lunching and mani/pedi-ing the afternoon away. I left my camera at a pretty house on the 27th....I feel naked. Which is not cute I tell you.

6) Come the 28th...."Return Monday"....8 stores later Mother was pleased and I could see the bottom of my trunk. And, blogging was not possible.

7) Turn the page to the 29th...Lunch with loved ones since 1990 and dinner with a friend I met 10 years ago...and after a FOUR hour dinner I think we MIGHT be caught back up. Miss that TGF so much.

8) 30th...I'm back.

Taste buds....hold please. Will return. Happy 30th.

Speaking of 30th days of the year...I've been 33 for FOUR months. I'm 33 and a third. Aging.... hold please.

PS...after reading this to Mother she asked why I didn't talk about the pretty table, the lovely gifts, or how nice it is to be home....it goes without saying peeps that I'm right where I belong and love it at my real home with Mother.

Let my paper rip...

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While I say I LOVE to look at my wrapped packages, I adore giving them to those that will open with excitement, squeal when their eyes meet my purchased wonder, and immediately pose for a picture with the newest asset in their world.

Miss G loved her new G tote...as did Miss A. (Thank you Sam Moon Santa - Ft. Worth branch)

Miss A entered into a repetitive state of song that went like this....

"I love my bag. I love my bag. I love my bag."

Does this giving (chapped, paper cut from wrapping) hands, shopping heart good.

Love this kid. Always have. Always will.

Side note...a middle son did love his gift as well. However, posing for a picture with his Lego's activity would have interrupted the work of the master, and even Aunt Kate wouldn't ask that.

Round two of gift opening from Aunt Flo....Christmas Nightgowns!

I tell you kids who pose and get into the moment for Aunts Kate/Flo,

profit from their "play along" attitudes. Can I say we love THE moment?

Watching them race to put on their new night ware, made me think of those Christmas mornings that allowed me to change my Christmas Day outfit, cause of THE must have, must wear gift. Spoiled special little memories.

What is even better before all this opening of surprises began, we talked about their day at Church. From angels to songs (enter in Miss A singing three songs) and what this time of year is truly about. I asked Miss G, what is an angel as she explained she had been one earlier that day in a play. Horrified that I didn't know what an angel was (she knows I was kidding as only Aunt Kate can), Miss G shared, "They are all around us. They do good. They watch over us and keep us safe. Like right now, one might be right here. Hug it." Freeze that moment.

Done. I was ready to let that precious perfectly wrapped red n' white Hobby Lobby proud, lined back for easy wrapping pleasure, with the tulle on top paper rip.....let her rip!

The Finale...

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Finally. The Finale arrived.

The Finale of our Christmas parties was

by far the best of all parties.

Let me set the scene for you.

With e-vites sent out six days previous, and knowing

Saturday was the last shopping Saturday

before the big day...you just never know.

But a party at The Weymouth can not be missed...

and it was the MOST fun. If I say so myself.

Let me set the scene:

35+ people. Wine. Sweets. Dips. Treats. Beautiful Weather.

One Mother from Texas. One friend turned bartender.

Candles. Dancing. Forever Friends. Priceless

#5...Office Night In

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Friday night found me hosting the FIFTH Weymouth gathering this beautiful Christmas season!

Our entire office team/family and their guest of choice came over for dinner, treats, and merriment. It was so nice to be at home with the people I spend so much time with...but this time with wine!

Some folks gathered around the dining room table!

This is exactly why I wanted TWO eating areas and one living room in this house at this phase in my life. I love entertaining and having folks for dinner.

Forgive me for the tables not being set to the T...I started to not feel well at this point in the week. However, the parties must go on...so they did!

Sweet Amanda and Carlos (aka: Lucy's Mommy and Daddy) at the kitchen table!
Creative Claire and Terrific Teresa

Rad Rocky and Stellar Stephen

Victorious Victoria and Jolly Jill

We ended the night with my annual "ornament presentations." Since I became the Executive Director (2004), I give an ornament to each member of the team representative of their year, personality, special trait, or most recent achievement. Some are as lovely as Holy Family in honor of a new baby joining a family or funny at a fat cat on a chair for one of my treasured team members investing (big time) in a funny, beloved cat. I wish I could give them all so much more, plus raises, and lots of days off...but hopefully this ornament will carry them over until I win the lottery or invent the next Snuggie.

LEAD

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On Thursday, my sweet class of 18 freshmen presented me and Clarke (co-teacher and Boss) with these adorable wooden, banana pudding colored letters. Each one signed with their words of thankful joy for the past semester. Such a keepsake.

The title of our class: Lead Your Way @ OU..get it?!?...LEAD...they did! Leadership can be taught...and that we did.

We talked, discussed, argued, and laughed our way thru the syllabus...knowing that leadership is influence (for good or bad - depending on the leader that is), your biggest asset as a leader is your attitude, and you are only as ever good as the team you lead to their own successes. Plus a spectrum of thoughts from who's who in Norman, Wal-Mart, books, and a slew of others!

I never expect anything from a class or a group of student leaders that I work with...but I will say when they give something it makes my heart do a cartwheel of smiles. Just a little something to remember these special souls by...but nothing will ever equal the impression they've made on my heart!

Visitors, Angels, Birthdays...oh my!

2009-12-16T19:54:00.000-06:00

Do you all remember what it was like to have a visitor come to see you at school?

Better yet, a visitor bring you lunch?

And one step better...a McDonalds Happy Meal for lunch?

I do too. And, I loved it.

With my grandparents and uncles/aunts all living far away...it was a BIG deal when they came into town, which always included bringing me lunch at good ole' Bedford Heights Elementary!

I love being THE Aunt Kate that can do the same for some very special (not to mention very cute) little people.

with two very special Mavericks...
one kind, loving, considerate 2nd grader...
and her smart little bro were so happy for Aunt Kate to bring chicken finger happy meals with chocolate milk and french fries (of course) and LOTS of ketchup! I was in for lunch and out with the "computer check-in" all within a fast 23 minutes. I was dizzy.

I brought lunch last year and promised to eat lunch this semester. I must say seeing their smiles and getting those special hugs is worth a million dollars to me.
My favorite part occurred when I introduced myself as Kate to another kiddo at the table, and the "toothless wonder princess" said, "That is MY Aunt Kate!' Yes, I am and proud to be.

After running into four stores (JCP, Ross, TJMaxx, Hobby Lobby) and getting gas (which has to be the most disgusting thing ever)...it was off to soak my throat in the age old remedy (for sore throats) of Chili's Enchilada Soup. While checking my list twice, I made a few phone calls, secured a glass of Iced Tea for the road...but not before I glanced at the bill.

To be reminded of my angel. Always. 8.30.

Right there. Always. My Dad. Just a hug from above.

I explain these numbers here.

After three more stores (Tuesday Morning, Home Depot, Christmas Expressions) and one pharmacy...off to celebrate one very special lady!

These three little people worked sooo hard on a sign for their Mama's big day!

And, one handsome husband worked soooo hard on dinner for his bride!

Precious friends made family!

My best buddy these days when it comes to pictures...Anna!

Even with a casted-up arm, she loves to take pictures and be in pictures.

A also LOVES to take pictures...this one wasn't too bad for a mere three year old going on 25!

I know little A won't always want to sit on my lap and spend the night taking pictures and giggling with me...but thankfully I'll have these memories when she is upstairs texting!

From daylight to moonlight, my day was filled with one VERY special family and I couldn't be more grateful for their forever friendship and for the birth of Nan who has shared her beautiful family with me from day one of our 13+ year friendship! Happy Birthday Nan!

Office Night Out!

2009-12-15T15:05:00.000-06:00

One of the results from working at a University is becoming part of the "University Family." For me it is much more than just a statement or a feel good commercial line...it is a reality. Since my family lives 180+ miles from me, my OU family is my family.

On Monday night, the OU Division of Student Affairs Directors (and spouses) went to dinner at Legends in Norman. Two reasons I love Legends....salad bar and mushroom crepes. But I didn't get to eat either. Set menu. Two new things I love about Legends... whipped garlic mashed potatoes and Rum Cake with ice cream.

Honestly, I adore the people I work with, for, and beside...such dear, dear peeps.

Kristen and Casey
Nan, Nick, Laura and Clarke (our crazzzzy boss)
Norris, Diane, Amy, Lee & Cordell

The Annis and Weaver Duos

Susan, Abe & Andrea

The Doctors Barker & Dr. Wayne

Dr. Wayne & Me taking a party pic!

Mrs. Wayne and The Ringers

Brynn and Me
Clarke (our crazzzzy boss) and KP! Such fun times and dear people! Working in higher education allows for all of us to truly enjoy the holidays with our families and I loooovvve it. I can't imagine "working" over the holidays. I never have. With so many people out of work in our world, it reminds me even more than ever to be grateful and even the "10%" of my job that gets old to GET OVER it. FAST. Here's to wishing everyone a happy work life.