kate+speaks

- Still on that slow jam mixtape kick, you’d swear it was 1994 by listening to my earphones.

- The husband and I are stuck on “Dexter.” Shit’s bananas. I seem to analyze what happens everyday on my commute or during downtime. I’d have to highly highly recommend checking out the journey of the vigilante serial killer. I seriously thought “Weeds” was twisted, but, “Dexter” is crrrrrrazy. I even come home with theories to discuss with the husband, yep I’m pretty deep involved.

- It amazes me how girl’s never seem to be satisfied with their bodies. I read a dozen of blogs written by super cute and stylish girls (not to mention petite) and even with their small frame, they still talk about how they’d like to drop an extra 10-15 lbs here and there. But maybe that’s the pot calling the kettle black, since I’m over here on a diet going through sugar withdrawls.

- Speaking of the diet, the cravings are killing me real slow. I kind of want to eat a bowl of noodles, a cinnamon roll, a churro, and drink a cup of chocolate milk (yes, all at the same time). However, I will wait until easter, cause I already dropped a few lbs and my jeans no longer give me the feeling like there is a rubber band at my waist. 8 days down, 6 to go… then I can look forward to whole grains and complex carbs. I’m counting the days until Easter. I already have plans to bake and I have a list restaurants and bakeries to hit up. My soul is a split personality between a very old soul and an obese child, tell me thats not the ultimate combination though…

- I’m making plans to knock items off my “Before I Get Preggs” bucket list. So far a Vegas trip has been postponed/planned for the end of August/Labor Day weekend. Its probably top three on my list. Formal announcements/proper notice will be given in case any one else is interested in joining. OHH, and its pretty much set that the Mr. and I are going to renew our vows in a Vegas Chapel, you guys should be there (again). We can hit the Wynn buffet after.

- Real ladies NEVER place their bags on the floor (indoor or outdoor, doesn’t matter).

- If I ask you where you want to eat and there are more places to scratch off our list because of your pickiness, then we really can’t be that good of friends.

- In the opposite sense, if you can show me a new spot where I can grab a good ass meal for a small amount of dough, we probably get along real well, bonus points if its dope ethnic cuisine.

- Men should always have EXCELLENT taste in music. Yes. This is a sexist generalization, call me out on it. I already know. BUT, when you’re late on that latest ______ mixtape and just now digging someone like The Vampire Weekend, thats a sad fellow. Be up on your shit. I’m just sayin…

- I HAVE NO IDEA WHY SOME PEOPLE ARE ADDICTED TO STARBUCKS. No clue. Its terrible coffee. AND NO, a frappucino with 1 oz. of espresso is NOT coffee.

- I think shopping feels better when you don’t pay full price. I’m sure thats not just me.

- Yes, I am a food snob (more of a confession than an opinion, sorry). No, that doesn’t mean I will knock a BK whopper or Pizza Hut pan pizza. However, if you decide to eat Sbarros in the middle of NYC, I will disown you. The same goes for Chipotle, DO NOT TELL ME YOU ARE A FAN. Dealbreaker.

- I will not add anyone on Facebook who has not hit puberty. That’s just wrong. I don’t know why parents let their kids wild on the WWW. I have pictures of me doing shots on FB, even though my boss can go ahead and take a peep (yep, I’m friends with my boss lady) I think its inappropriate to show off that kind of behavior to a 9 year old.

- A designer should look like a designer. Judge a book by its cover, yeah, I said it. I’m not saying this is an honest way to look at my peers and colleagues, but I’m 80% sure most of them think the same.

- When you come across a bitch or a dick, they’re a bitch or a dick, period. Its not because you caught a nice girl on a bad day or a guy having a rough one. No. Real genuine people are polite, considerate, and know when they do wrong. Bitches are bitches and dicks are just dicks. It took me a while to realize that one, but when I did it was a beautiful realization.

- See the world. Like I’ve mentioned before, I’m lucky moms & pops brought me and the kid sister everywhere they went. I plan on doing the same with the family of my own.

- I can’t believe how much technology and electronic devices have infiltrated the lives of so many kids. In other words, hot damn, I can’t believe how spoiled kids are these days. They cop phones, dslrs, Macs, yadda yadda, like they are entitled to such things. Times have changed. My dad made me and my sister share EVERYTHING, even food (not because he was shady this way, but because he knew our eyes were bigger than our stomachs). Pops was toughhhhhhhhhh, but he got all soft over the years and bought us cars and a second house so I could live in it. OK. I’ll STFU now, cause a kid getting a Rebel XT is nada compared to the house I got to live in Sacramento. (BTW, it was a real estate investment.) But seriously, I got jack shit when I was a kid. HAHA.

Disclaimer: My opinions are never hard and fast rules. I probably have a strong opinion on just about everything, but generally this is how I see things. When I come across a specific instance I always reconsider, troof.

I’d like to take a minute to thank everyone who reads this blog. I tend to think I only have a fistful of friends who check this beast out, but who really knows. I’m glad there are people out there who try to keep up with me and my shenanigans (or lack thereof).

\V/.

Just my type…

$20 on sale @ Urban Outfitters

I will forever be in search of shoes, especially ones I can find for a steal. I have so many shoes that they have to be worn in some rotational schedule these days, but really… I have no where to wear them to. I would never wear 70% of my shoes on a normal Monday-Friday schedule, its just too out of the ordinary. Plus, I get harassed every day walking to work (no joke), so I’d like to be able to haul ass if some creep gets too close. I failed to mention I commute from SF to Berkeley everyday, so 3″ heels aren’t exactly the practical choice.

(100 points to anyone who understands the title of this blog. ;-p)

It still trips me out it that it is 2010. It still trips me out that I am married and turning 27 this year. Holy fuck, really, where did the time go?

Gawd, a decade ago I was an unstable 16-17 year old girl in high school. It was the first time I got a D (jr. year precalculus, how the hell I ended up in precal—who knows), the first time a boy broke my heart, and the first time I tasted freedom by driving a car and breaking curfew (constantly). I thought I was so cool back then: the orange-tinted highlights, the thin eyebrows, the (poor) fashion choices, the sketchers, I thought I knew it all… [Insert me laughing right here]

My pager was my world back then. MY WORLD. No joke. It was my connection to the outside world, the girls who all became my bridesmaids (after all these years), the aforementioned boy who broke my heart, and my greatest ticket to social life. AOL just started up back then, but with one family sharing one computer on a 56k dial up, it was not my chosen method of communication. My pager was eeeevvvvrrryyything, sadly.

Every now and then I have fun reminiscing to myself about the life I lived a decade ago. Luckily, I documented it like a champ, back then the world was only set to analog.

Here’s a few photos to keep this authentic….

My senior year I.D.:

Me & the girls:

I wish I could eat a doughnut right now.

So its Lenten season and this is usually the time I give up ridiculously difficult things and make crazy sacrifices. Its not because I’m super religious, but because its really the only time I can take to discipline myself and no one else asks WTF I’m doing.

I’ve been slacking on the gym-time, because I have no time/refuse to make time (for now at least), and I STILL NEED to drop the excess 5lbs I’ve gained from since the wedding. Yes, it counts, it matters, and I hate the excess.

ONCE AGAIN… I am in South Beach Diet hell. But surprisingly I am so focused and disciplined that I am in awe of myself. [Clap clap, bravo] So I’ve decided to give up all carbohydrates for the first two weeks of lent, followed by no refined carbs for the rest (well, maybe an exception for the Vegas trip).

I’m gonna die from cravings alone.

Today I got lunch at a bakery and stood strong. This is WTF I ate for lunch today:

_ Lentil soup (this was actually tasty but ended up having potatoes, so I had to avoid those, crappppppp)
_ A hard boiled egg
_ A stick of pepper jack cheese
_ Sugar free jello
_ Dry roasted green peas
_ A cup of coffee (that I never got this morning)

FML. Ugh. I guess its all worth it.

I know it isssssssss.

Pump the brakes.

Again, NO, not planning on conceiving a young one anytime soon, I’m just the planning-type.

Recently I’ve realized that I’d still like to do a bunch of different big and small things before the Mr & I start a familia of our own. I figure I have about a year or two to kill these things on my list. I’m just trying to live it up while I/we have the time and/or cash money.

_ Re-visit Europe: It would be lovely to finally see London & Paris. HOWEVER, if all goes to plan, the husband and I will be hitting up Italy > Croatia > Greece this July to celebrate our first year married. It’d be nice to go grown-folk international for our first year anniversary.
_ Finally see Cabo, all-inclusive. Its paradise and you don’t even have to leave the Pacific time zone.
_ WIL’OUT in Vegas. I am by no means your run-of-the-mill-Vegas-type. I really don’t need to be stepping foot in the 702. BUT… I’ve never really had the Vegas experience. I’m afraid that I will regret never getting out there while I’m young, dressed like a skank, sitting VIP status, and walking barefooted at 3am (because I can’t stand in my heels anymore), is something I will honestly regret. As shallow as that sounds, and trust, I do realize how shallow that sounds. My 27th birthday is creeeeeeepin’ up and I’m trying to savor these last moments before I hit that dirty 30, holy shit. If anyone is seriously DOWN to help me cross this off my list PLEASE GET AT ME, friend or stranger, I do not care.
_ Leave the house at 3am, get breakfast at Ihop, and drive around and stay up talking until the sun comes up, then go home and sleep.
_ Finally read The Alchemist
_ Re-read Harry Potter Years 6 & 7 before the next two movies come out (yes, I’m a fugging geek)
_ Read The Bridges of Madison County (shut up, I know)
_ Buy the Mr. something dope and expensive. I have no idea what, but if anyone knows the male equivalent for a woman’s Marc Jacobs or Louie V’ then let me know, and NO it will not be an electronic device/Apple product/or a camera lens.
_ Buy a pair of Christian Loub’s, yeah right. I’m joking.
_ to be continued….

So folks, 2.5 years after graduating college I finally landed myself a full-time gig. At this time in my life I can honestly say I deserve this opportunity and its not just something I feel entitled to. A year ago I didn’t know what I do now, and I didn’t hustle this hard. I’ve grown and I’m prepared to keep it moving.

Yadda.

(Swear on my life there is a Drake song dedicated to each moment in my life… can’t help it, I have all his mix tapes memorized)