Three Years

Corey and I had our three-year anniversary last weekend. There was never a day when he said, "Hey wanna be my girlfriend?" but Halloween was kind of a jumping-off point for us so we just count that. We didn't do anything for the anniversary, but you better believe we celebrated Halloween!

2006: Cochese from Beastie Boys and a Geisha


2007: Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgewick (although Corey was out of town on tour)





2008: Where's Waldo and a Bumble Bee



Drumroll please...

2009: Leeloo from The Fifth Element and a person from the future



And a waist-up shot with Leah



Happy Anniwersary sug.

Tight

A few weeks ago I was at a wedding and a bunch of people were waiting in line to sign the guest book. This could've been fashion week the way people were dressed. A very fashionable couple=very fashionable friends I guess. In front of me in line was a girl with black lace and teal tights and they were so cute. I wondered where she got them and then it dawned on me, they might be two separate pairs of tights on top of each other and even if they weren't you could probably create the same look by doing that.

So the ol' hampster wheel in my head got to a'turnin'. A have some full-length hot pink tights and calf-length teal tights. So I went to Kohl's and bought some black lace tights. Today I put the pink ones on first and the black ones over the top and am quite pleased with the results!



The photo was taken on my phone so the pink isn't as vibrant here as it is in person. So far so good. No snags. A few compliments. But people probably think I'm taking a #2 every time I go to the bathroom b/c it takes so long to get two pairs of tights up!

Baby Just Say Yes

In December, my dear friend Kristen is getting married and I'm going to be a bridesmaid.

Meet Kristen



I'm super excited because I love Kristen and everyone in the bridal party. It's going to be so much fun. Not like one of those weddings where you dread being in the wedding party because you don't even feel close to the person getting married, need to spend a ton of money and don't know a single other soul in the bridal party.

Kristen just sent out a link today for her and Casey's The Knot wedding profile.

Meet Casey (4 years ago)



Here's what the proposal page said:

How we got engaged
We had been planning a trip to San Francisco for about nine months and when the eve of our big trip arrived, we received an e-mail that our flight had been delayed...3 days! We thought that there was nothing we could do since the weather in Denver had effected so many flights, but Sam and Casey thought that if they went to the airport, they could figure something out. Why Sam was so worried about our vacation, I(Kristen) had no idea! After about an hour at the airport that night, we were out of luck. The next morning, we woke up and Casey decided we should take our bags to the airport and give it another try. I didn't know what Casey said, but he got us on a flight out 30 minutes later. We got to San Francisco on time and went to dinner at a great restaurant. As we were talking about how unbelievable it was that we actually made it to San Francisco, Casey shared that the only reason we got on the flight was because he told the flight attendant he had dinner reservations and was planning on proposing to his girlfriend!

Now, ask Katie how it happened and she will tell you a beautiful story about how Taylor Swift came out of the kitchen with her guitar, singing "Love Story"... but that's a story for another day!

Meet Taylor




Well folks, another day is today. I'm not changing the story. I'm just adding on. So! Where were we? Oh yes. Casey shared he told the flight attendant he had to propose to his girlfriend. AND THEN...Taylor Swift came into the room (up until this point her song Love Story was playing on the overhead speaker)softly playing the guitar and singing, "'Is this in my head I don't know what to think' he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring..." And while she is singing this Casey is getting on one knee and reaching into his pocket for the ring.

Back to Taylor: "Marry me Kristen you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad (he really did at the Crescent Moon), go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby just say yes." And of course Casey is saying all of this while Taylor is singing it.

Of course Casey knows Taylor Swift. I introduced them.

Congrats you two.

The Leaves are A'Changing

Isn't autumn a lovely time in Nebraska? I think so. I don't mind the rain or the cool weather. And I love watching how the leaves on the trees on my drive to work are different every day I drive by.

I've been thinking a lot about getting old lately, probably due to some of the melancholy songs on my new Avett Brothers cd, and I've really been trying to take in everything each season has to offer before my life passes me by.

My free time is extremely limited these days, but last Saturday Corey and I took a day to have a totally Autumn experience. I woke up at noon (yes!) and we started heading south. We ate a late lunch at Amarillo in Bellevue--the best BBQ in the area. After lunch we stopped at Starbucks to get two pumpkin spiced lattes and headed toward Nebraska City to the Arbor Day Farm.

Arbor Day Farms is like a pumpkin patch, apple orchard, nature adventure all in one. We took the nature walk where we made it a contest to see who could find the most "birds". I found the most, but he found the one squirrel first and we decided the birds were only worth one point and the squirrel was worth 50 points. So I guess I lost.



We both picked out pumpkins from the pumpkin patch. I picked an apple. We did the wine tasting, but I didn't really like the wine. We bought pumpkin butter and apple cider and called it a day.

We finished off the evening at the mall, enjoyed some nachos at Clancy's and spent the night at home. It was nice and needed.

Maybe this weekend we can get to pumpkin carving in between work, plays, brunches and life.

Oh autumn. You're kind of a sad season, but I love you.

Muse

Being part of the wide world of Twitter, I come across so much information on an hourly basis-some of it interesting, some of it pointless, some entertaining. Last week, I came across a blog with an interesting interactive post. I love interactive posts! The challenge of this post was to write whatver you like with these points as a jumping off point:

Word: Muse
Phrase:"You were the first."
Image: A rain-soaked cobblestone street.

As you can imagine, there were a lot of love stories. Check out the blog to see them all. I decided to play along and commented with my own short story below. This one little post reminded me how much I like writing and how I need to dedicate more of my time to writing for fun.

What would you write?

Katie said...
He had been watching her for weeks. She had a routine. 9:30 p.m. every Wednesday she would visit a gray door marked #435 1/2, just around the corner from a small Thai restaurant. In her hand she clutched a small, embellished, antique pill case that was her great grandmother's. Upon entering the pill case was empty. Upon exiting it was filled with the only substance that brought her joy anymore. Her life source.

It was evident she used to be beautiful. Full of life. Full of promise. Most likely someone's muse. The inspiration of beautiful creations. Creations that echoed love.

Now she was his muse. They had never met, but she was his life source.

This night was different than the other Wednesdays when he would watch. This night they would meet their destiny.

He watched as she walked on the rain-soaked cobblestones, rounding the corner past the Thai restaurant. As she approached the gray door, he approached her. He gently grabbed her from behind, his gloved hands moving up her body, to her neck, to her head. With a quick, purposeful movement, he twisted her head sharply to the right. She fell limp into his arms.

"You were the first," he whispered into his dead muse's ear.

He walked off with an eery joy. A joy that would become his new life source.

September 30, 2009 1:00 PM

Terribly Sorry

Hi Internet,

Remember me? I'm that girl who used to write to you about things that mostly just interest me. I haven't forgotten about you. I think about you often. I think about the things I want to write to you. But the time just isn't there. I'm barely keeping my head above water right now. But once someone throws me some arm floaties, I'll start writing to you again.

I still love you, you know. You're still my main squeeze. Don't forget that.

Love,
Katie

Snooze Control

It's no secret that I'm not your typical sleeper as mentioned here and here. I have never been a morning person and for some reason it's my life's biggest challenge to drag my ass out of bed every morning and try to make it to work on time. And I rarely do. No matter what time I go to bed, it is so hard for me to wake up before 9 a.m. It used to be so hard for me to wake up before noon, so I'm at least making progress.

I hear my alarm clock. I wake up to my alarm clock. My challenge? I am a champion snoozer. I attribute a lot of this to my active dream life. I'm always in the middle of a dream when I wake up in the morning and have to get back to it. I could snooze for hours. HOURS.

The other day I was on Twitter and someone posted this article. How to Become an Early Riser. The article mentions the best way to become an early riser is to get up at the exact same time every morning and DON'T SNOOZE. You can go to bed whenever you're tired, but the key is to rise at the same time.

Sure...that's a good THEORY, but who can do that!?! Why in the world would I get up at 6:45 a.m. on a Saturday or Sunday morning just because that's when I need to get up during the week? Well, I think it's crazy talk, but I think I'm going to have to do it. I started thinking of all the things I could do in the morning: work out, clean the apartment, watch the news, eat breakfast at home (that's just crazy talk).

I think I might try this crazy, new-fangled experiment. I don't want to, but if I'm ever going to make it to work on time, I just might have to. But I can'thalf-ass it.

This makes me want to puke just thinking about it. The world would be a nicer place if it catered to night owls.