Monday, July 28, 2014

Don't try so hard

Today I'm meeting some girls so that we can all talk about not trying so hard. No, not when it comes to our jobs, families, or things of that nature. I'm talking about not trying so hard when it comes to your own "beauty". There are a lot of different thoughts when it comes to defining a beautiful person depending on who you ask. To me?

To me a beautiful  person has nothing to do with looks. It has nothing to do with their face. It has nothing to do with their body. It has nothing to do with their hair. To me beauty comes from the inside. It comes from the way that you treat people, and the way that you carry yourself. I don't care what you look like as long as you are a good/decent person. Because that's beauty!

Yesterday I wore absolutely no make-up, I didn't brush my hair, I just pulled it into a bun, and I had sweat capris and a baggy t-shirt on. And yes, I went out into public like that. I got a lot of different feed back from people, but mostly I heard that I looked tired, sick, one person asked me if I had been beat up on account of my black eye (Don't worry, I'm anemic and I have really dark circles because of my lack of Iron), and some people just simply snarled their noses and walked right passed. Some people didn't seem to give it a second thought and smiled.

You said center stage, right?! 
#NoFilter Just kidding....so much filter.

I'm very comfortable in my own skin. I didn't used to be. And even now I'm a bit self conscious. I could stand to lose some weight. My face could clear up and perhaps I could have my scars lasered off. I could have my hair done every week and I could get my teeth bleached. And you know what, when I want those things done, I get them done. Not for anyone else, but just for me.

If I want to put on make-up and fix my hair, I do. If I want to wear dressy clothes or sweatpants, I do. If I want to spend a little extra time in the primp department, I do. However, if I want to simply brush my teeth, wash my face, and pull my hair up, I do. And I do all of it for me. Why do I do all of it for me? Because I'm happy. I may not be thin, I have curves, and extra hips. My skin isn't perfectly clear, I have scars and acne on occasion. My hair isn't perfect, it's naturally wavy and most of the time unmanageable. My teeth aren't perfectly white or straight.

But you know what? I'm happy. And with happiness comes beauty. I usually always have at least a little bit of make-up on, because I like to tone down my red cheeks and nose, but my Momma caught me in a completely naturally way when she was in the hospital back in April, and for some reason, it's become one of her favorite pictures of me. Sorry that it's an Instagram one y'all, but I just don't have the original. I promise though, besides Instagram, it's me completely and one hundred percent natural. 

Linking up with The Florkens, Jade & Oak, and Treasure Tromp.
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Thursday, July 17, 2014

A Tennessee girl living in an Indiana world

Anyone that knows me knows that I love Tennessee. That's where I was raised for the majority of my childhood and over half of my adult life (you know, thus far). However, I was born in Indiana and I live here now. Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking- "Well Katie, if you love Tennessee so much, why would you leave it?" And that's a very valid question. The answer is simple. The answer is- I needed a change. I was in a very bad place in my life and I needed to remove myself from it. I just needed to leave. So, I did. I was already on leave from work so I wrote my letter of resignation and turned it in, I broke up with my awful boyfriend, I said goodbye to some of the best friends that I had ever known, and my mother and I packed everything that we owned in less than twelve hours, my cousin and two uncles drove down to help us load up, and by the the next morning we had packed the truck and were gone. Yeah, it was that fast.


As we were driving out of the town that I grew up in and will always consider my home, I looked around and for the first time in a very long time. I looked at everything completely different. It was no longer the place where I felt suffocated and sad. As we drove through it I rolled my window down and looked around at all of the things that I had once loved.

I drove by the park that my friends and I had snuck down to when we were fifteen so that we could hang out and be away. I drove by the station that wouldn't seem like much, but that had provided me sustenance, because I was working such long hours that without their Dr. Pepper, sausage biscuits and energy coffee I may have never made it. I drove by the hill that climbs to the school that holds so many memories.

The memories of the football games that I would go to every Friday night to cheer my brother and our friends on, and yes we went to every single game no matter how far we had to drive to get there. It holds the memory of one of my favorite teachers that not only taught me about economics, but also taught me about life and how to jump into something without fear. It holds the memory of my first kiss and the first time that the boy that I liked, but was to shy to tell, grabbed my hand and held it. It's where we had all of those fun and hilarious field days, it's where I learned the words to- Froggy went a Courtin, and where I fought with a little boy in third grade for pulling my pigtails. He pulled my pigtails, I pulled his ears. Fair is fair. I drove by the nursing home that I worked at for five years and pretty much learned so many things about life. I learned from the people that I took care of, the ones that I worked with, and even from myself in those five years there. When I started I thought that it was just going to be a job, but I very soon realized that it was so much more than that. While there I laughed, cried, lost, gained, and grew up. Even though I had been working for about four years before I started there, I was still a kid and realized very quickly that in order to be able to deal with what you have to you have to grow up. So I did. I've always been told that I'm an old soul, and I believed it after I started there.

I tell all of you this, because I want you to know about the town that I was raised in. The one that I don't live in anymore, but will forever be considered my home. In my heart, I will always be a small town girl that grew up in a little podunk town. In the middle of Tennessee. I will always be the girl that was chased out of the church, because she laughed at the preacher for talking about whores in Gomorrah. I will always be the girl that talks a little hicky with a change. I will always be the girl that chooses boots over heels. I will always be the girl that talks too loud and speaks her mind, because she has absolutely no filter. I will always be the girl that prefers to be called by her full first name, but still introduces herself as Katie. And I will always be the girl that jumps up into trucks that are far too tall. In other words, just because I've changed states doesn't mean that I changed myself. {I've also lived in Alabama and Florida}.
But now, where am I? Well, I'm in my birth state. I'm in Indiana.


I'm not exactly sure what to tell you about this state or city that I live in. I was born here, but moved when I was still a very little girl. In case you're wondering, because apparently I got off subject up there {I'd say that I was sorry, but we all know that I'm not} I live in Indianapolis. Why did I decide to move here when I left Tennessee? Well, like I said- I was born here. My family is here. I moved here to be around them and to change the surroundings that I had. I wanted to get away from certain people. I succeeded. I'm not a very big city girl, so I can't tell you a million different places to go and things to do. I don't know what you just have to see when you come. So, I will tell you what I know and think that you should do if you were ever to come here. Sorry, I know that there are more, but I just ate lunch and now I'm sleepy and want icecream.
  • You must go to Las Margaritas in Fountain Square, have a beer, and eat their guacamole. It's the best thing- ever!
  • You can go downtown to see our Batman building (Batman is afterall the best superhero, you know, along with Captain America). And if you're here in the winter for some reason, you should go down town to see the Lights on the Circle and perhaps take a carriage ride around to see all of the other lights. They're all usually very pretty. 
  • Take a trip to the Brickyard. Not only do we have the Indy 500, but you can catch a race and some awesome performers too. Here in a few weeks Brantley Gilbert, The Band Perry, and many others are coming.
  • If you're not a hater, and you're here in the summer you should go to Pride. It's one of the biggest pride festivals in the country and it really is something amazing to see.
  • Also, if you come in warm weather you should check out all of the outdoor concerts that we have here. We have many amazing bands and performers to come and let's face it, who doesn't love listening to some awesome music? Jamey Johnson and Lynard Skynard on the 31st of this month!
  • We have Gencon. That is all. (Also, check out one of our museums and aquariums).
  • If you come during football season? Definitely go to the stadium and check out how many Colts fans there are. You have never seen so much blue in your life! People actually paint themselves blue. It's great. It's like having 800 football crazed smurfs running around. Even though I'm very much a Steelers kind of girl, it is all fun to see.
  • Go to Ritter's and eat some of their frozen custard. Immediately. Like, as soon as you get here.
  • Also, go to Watermans Pumpkin Patch. It's a little bit outside of Indianapolis, but if you like pumpkin picking, hayrides, walking tacos, and karaoke, it's your kind of place.     
  • Holler at me if you're ever headed this way. I'm sure that I'll be able to think of a few more things that I can't right now for you to do! 
Linking with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Ode to an inanimate object

My Dearest DVR,

Where do I begin when it comes to a love like this? Where do I start to tell you how I feel about you? I guess that I could start at the very beginning of our love affair you saucy little minx.

I've always been a small town gal and had never heard your name until I moved to the big city. In other words, I never knew how amazing life could be. The options that were open. The love that could grow. Before you, life was just an endless pool of waiting and dealing with the fact that if I missed out on things that the opportunity might never arise again. And then I met you and my life was changed. You showed me that there were so many more options out there for a girl like me.

I lived in fear of missing something that I had been waiting for weeks to see. But then, oh but then, you walked into my life like you were Jude Law riding a unicorn, covered in chocolate, holding a bottle of wine. And my life was complete. It's a love that I have never in my life experienced. I know this is love, true love. And how do I know this? The answer is simple.


You understand me DVR. You don't judge me for binge watching a million different shows at the click of a button. You don't feel the need to ask me why I need to record every single show on NBC while also recording re-runs of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Criminal Minds. You don't wonder why I record new episodes of Sons of Anarchy while I'm watching it, and you don't have the desire to change the channel. You let me watch and record as many shows as I want, and you record the movies that I want to see on the channels that we get free on the weekends that I don't want to pay the extra forty dollars for every month.

You don't tell me that I need to put on a bra or pants, and you don't raise an eyebrow in my general direction when I crack open my second bottle of wine in less than 1.5 hours. You don't care that I watch The Night Shift the very next day and you don't mind that I save countless episodes of The Mindy Project that eat away at your storage space soul. In other words- To me you are perfect. You are my soulmate. The one. You complete me.

Love always and forever,
Linking with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.
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Monday, July 7, 2014

We got lost at midnight

Hey y'all! Look who showed up for class today. Whoot-whoot!! I bet y'all didn't see this one coming. Of course, that also means that I've convinced my self that you put that much thought into me. Narcissistic, much? Kidding! They redid our bathroom on Sunday, but they started it Saturday, so needless to say this girls hair is a mess! We could wash everything else, but my hair is extremely thick and weird, so washing it in the sink is quite the feet. However, if our shower isn't up and running by today I'm gonna go over to Aunt Poot's and take one. Because, well, I just will.

Did y'all have a good weekend? I reckon it was alright. Probably would've been better if I wouldn't have come down with something on Saturday evening. Go figure. But Friday was pretty awesome. For the most part. I don't usually celebrate the 4th of July. I haven't in about five years, because as some of you know, that's when my friend Amy passed away. So, every year since then I have stayed at the house, and distracted myself. However, this year I realized that Amy wouldn't want me sulking around. So, we (Momma and I) went to a cookout/to watch fireworks. We didn't get home until after midnight, because there was so much traffic, and then we got lost. Oops. We had a great time. I have pictures to show y'all too. They're really grainy and Momma managed to not have her picture taken. She's a sneaky one. But before I do that let me tell y'all some things that make my heart happy. Some of them are probably pretty strange.
    Allieology
  • Swirled waffle cones from Rally's
  • My Momma (yes, I am a big ole Mommy's girl- and I don't care)
  • Watching all of the LOTR movies consecutively
  • Crown Royal and pineapple juice (WATER MOCCASINS!!)
  • Seeing a soldier reunite with his/her family
  • Candy
  • Stopping on page 260 of TFIOS
  • I bet you just looked or remember what was on that page, huh?
  • Hearing Danielle read internet articles out loud
  • Getting letters (not bills) in the mail
  • My face clearing up
  • When I do math correctly
  • When someone runs their hands through my hair/scalp massages
  • When my toes are painted red
  • There are a lot more, but I'm running out of time here:), so I won't make you look at pictures of the fireworks, but I do want to show y'all a few 'gems'.
{{I'm only smiling, because I'm gonna eat that kettle corn Aunt Poot is holding.}}
{{See me throwing up my pimp hand back there?! That's what I'm going with.}}
{{Another angle of my happy/kettle corn eating face, I guess?}}

Linking up with Juliette, Faith, and Allie.
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