My Tattoo

Okay, before anybody starts freaking out and thinking, "Omahgosh, Kate got a tattoo?!"

No, I did not get a tattoo.

BUT, if I ever lose my mind and get one, this is what I want:

חֶפְצִי־בָּה

It's the Hebrew word hephzibah which means "my delight is in her."

And I want it on my foot.

Which is why I'll probably never get my tattoo, because it would hurt like the dickens.

Anxious

Yeah, I am. A little.

I have a lot more acute tension in my upper back and shoulders this morning. Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I could not get my brain to shut up about everything I still have to do to be ready for grad school auditions. I'm beginning to feel the lack of two very significant resources: time and money-- apparently in my upper back and shoulders.

I was lying there in bed, the thoughts just whirring through my mind, and I started feeling that tightness in my chest and the beginnings of the overwhelming "omygoshI'mgonnadie" that accompanies panic attacks, so I had to get up for a minute before crawling back in bed.

When I finally did get to sleep, I started having bad dreams about going back to school. It was just the usual stuff: not being prepared for exams; realizing I was enrolled in a class I'd never attended; mid-term grades with averages between 61 and 71 (except my choir and voice classes with averages of 98).

Last night's not the first night I've had those kind of school-related dreams.

I've got to get over this. Today. I have a voice lesson (for which I haven't done any prep work).

Thankfully, Russell Brand, candy corn, and yoga offer some help against the anxiety.

Thank you, God, for small favors. May I never cease to see them and appreciate them.

Right here in River City

Trouble, thy name is Boy.
Spent the entire afternoon with Schroeder. I feel a bit like Ogie from Waitress, but I guess I'll get over it.

silent sweet nothings
silky dark hair and blue eyes
i am in trouble

I'm in deep smit.

Trouble, thy name is also Busyness.

I should be in bed right now. I'm getting up early and taking a day trip to Mobile to get my Karen. I am so excited to see her!!

And Richard comes home Wednesday night for a long weekend.

I'm not going to get ANYTHING done this week...

Which is not good, because I'm already behind as it is.

Capital T, my friends...

Which rhymes with "P,"
and that stands for "pool."

Homesick: A Haiku

childhood memories
the familiar fragrances
i want to go home

Facebook stalking my cousins makes me homesick.

I'm still perusing the three albums of pictures Megan posted from Artprize 2010, but I had to pause and post when I came across these pictures (lovingly stolen from one of said albums).








www.missacoffman.com

Go check her out. Be sure to read her artist statements.



And be prepared for more haikus from me. Ü



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Orange

Being an Alabama fan necessitates that I (at least) dislike the color, although unadulterated hatred is more acceptable.

Being a red head also dictates that I should not be partial to this color (Or pastels. Or pink. We'll discuss my love for those another time...). It does not look good on me, despite the argument that it "matches" my auburn locks.

And for the most part, it's true. I don't like the color orange (Sorry, Nenna...).


So, could someone please explain to me why my diet this week has consisted primarily of eating orange?

Goldfish crackers, vanilla sugar wafers, carrots, and passion fruit juice.

That's pretty much all I want to eat.

(With the exception of Chick-fil-A. There's always room for Polynesian sauce in my diet.)


Ah, well. Dragonheart is on, and Sir Sean Connery and Dennis Quaid take precedence over a silly blog post.

Back to the kitchen for more carrots!

I miss you...

Mamaw
Richard Wilson Hebert
Karen Christine Killion
Lindsey Wade
Dan, Jana, Micah, and Alana Hillen
Lori Ann, Jenna Lyn, and Megan Elizabeth
Ava Kelley
Jacob Smith
Katie Hicks
LJ Allen

I'm SO stinkin' glad I have you here...

Molly Page
Amy Lea
James Seay & Mabs Nolen
Schroeder
Brooklyn & Heidi
Papaw
Momma


I am sickly today, but still trying to practice a grateful attitude reflective of this truly, truly grateful heart.

Lovin' life

We have a brand new DQ on our end of town. It opened Wednesday, and I have been there once a day since. Nice thing to help offset the calorie intake? I got my corset for the show last night. (Let the games begin.) The general response to Kate-in-corset went a little something like this:

"Whoa! Nice rack!" ~Herr Direktor

"It's like breasts on the half shell." ~der Musikdirektor

Then the random bottom-related quote for the evening:

"I know you hear this all the time, but I need to measure your ass." ~The Tech Director

I would explain, but I think the ambiguity is MUCH more fun. ;)
(Sorry for the li'l bit of vulgarity, younger eyes. 'Tis a part of the biz.)

Spent today with Momma running errands and such, which was nice. Got a free meal and sunglasses plus the time catching up with her.

This weekend is gonna be *ballin'*! I have rehearsal tonight, then I meet up with people to listen to my favorite local band play, and then midnight dollar sushi after.

Have I mentioned that one of those people is a boy?
No?
Well, one of those people is a boy.

Actually, more than one of those people are boys, but there's one boy that's special because I like him. Like, LIKE-like him.
From here on out, liked boy shall be referred to as Schroeder.

But, I digress. Back to this weekend!

Tomorrow, I work till 4:00, and then I get to go to the game with Schroeder and friends.
Sunday looks a little something like this: Church, meeting, rehearsal, work, crash.

Then it's a brand new week with all kinds of possibilities for adventure and mayhem.

Just the way I like it. :)