kate+speaks

Me, lampin’ to “LOST.”

Hipstamatic is the shizzz.

Last night the husband and I ended up having one of the most embarrassing spectacles of a (somewhat) public fight in our entire history together (Don’t ask. Won’t tell.) I feel as though I need to hang my head in shame around the three people who witnessed it. Cause no matter how well you know either of us, you gotta just ask… how can two people who love each other so much, act like complete enemies?

We’ve come lightyears from being 18 and stupid, and I honestly mean it when I say we rarely fight these days, but when the shit hits the fan…. its really a fucking case of manure. They say that taurus and leo have to work for their compatibility, I couldn’t agree more. The husband is probably the most stubborn bull you could ever come across, and here I am, a proud ass lion that doesn’t back down. Every now and then it gets completely volatile.

I found this excerpt from about.com, and although Catholicism is against almost everything except Catholicism, I still believe in astrology (NOT everyday horoscopes for that matter, but the general idea).

“…they’ll discover that what doesn’t kill their bond, makes it stronger. Here you have two notoriously stubborn types, and there are showdowns throughout this relationship. Tensions flare with Leo gets haughty and Taurus pretends not to care. When Leo feels consistently dissed, like their needs don’t matter, it can become a fundamental problem. Taurus finds Leo demanding, and taxing on their mellow nature. Here’s a couple that may argue all the time, but still end up side-by-side in rockers on the porch. It doesn’t always work, but friction can be a refining force in relationships, too. It’s love with an edge, and that keeps them wedged in for life.”

Ride or die. Still down. 143-710.

We spent last weekend in Reno celebrating the 25th birthday of a good friend (yay Jen).

I came to the snow with a mission and I’m glad to say I didn’t p*ssy out this time. Me and the mountain are good friends now, we’ll at least we’re tryin’ to be. I got in some good runs, and the lesson did me well. Third time will be the charm, next season… next season…

- Work was ridiculously lax today that I spent most of my time downloading mixtapes (and still got my work done). Free + beautifully crafted mixes are sometimes better than food. Get it right, I said “sometimes” only.

- If “mixtape” was a genre of music I would claim that as my no. 1 in an instant.

- Have you ever thought to yourself, “Shit, we planned to have sex tonight.” Then you check out the clock and its too late? Don’t tell me thats TMI, I’m fugging married, and its not news, married people have sex (probably less than the rest of the population, but whatever…). AND DON’T TELL ME IT HASN’T HAPPENED TO YOU!!!

- I set my alarm an hour before I’m really supposed to get up in the morning. Fugg I wish I was a morning person, and this is is exactly why I am typing this shit at midnight.

- This gorgeous weather is ridiculously distracting.

- I’m snow-bound this weekend and boarding for the second time in my life. The first time was a pitiful experience and I seriously wanted to give up on life. I want to know if I’m supposed to bring a flask this time around. Why do people always bring booze to the snow? Considering my abilities after a drink, I’m not sure its a good idea. Then again, I will be down as fuck. Which means I could die. Please pray for me. Also I realize I’d have to pee on the Mt. if I do end up drinking… so I guess this idea isn’t going to work out, since I don’t have the convenience of a penis. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

- My three day weekend starts now….

Thanks to Vince for this one.

I think I’ll pretty much luhhh anything that comes from the SV camp. Cross my heart. I can sing along to all the songs, but I will suck at telling you which album its on.

Personalized “Carrie” (Bradshaw) necklace to read “Mrs.” NOTE: I’m posting this on my blog cause I’d like it as a gift (ahem ahem AHEM, Mr. Husband) ALSO NOTE: The photo is a link… ask me for more info when you actually order. Yeah… no subtlety here. I really want it.

Pants that aren’t jeans. I would love it if I could stop wearing jeans. I’ve come to the conclusion that the best dressed people rarely wear jeans. But I’m lazy and I live in jeans, so this is probably never going to change.

Need to find pleated trousers that don’t end up making my ass look like its 5x bigger than it already is.

Jeffrey Campbell “Marsha” Rainboots They are rain boots that are constructed tall and thin so that from a distance they don’t look like rain boots at all, but they are… I don’t want to pay full price, I’m hoping the $60 price tag drops soon because winter/spring items will be on sale any minute.

[My interpretation of who the husband would pick, and my girl crushes as well]

…Is a mixture of all of these men. Its a good thing he doesn’t exist, cause panties would fall as he walks by.

AND CAUSE I’M ALREADY MARRIED TO THIS ONE….

As you all know I’m married and have been with the same man for at almost a decade, so you may think that I know nuthin’ about the following I’m about to speak about, but I’m gonna talk anyway… I’ve heard friends and co-workers talk about the single game and I am SOOOOOOO glad I’m not in it. Even while just growing up, in high-school, I was turned off by the opposite sex very easily, its no surprise that my outlook hasn’t changed.

My top 10 dealbreakers:

- Smoking: No. Fucking. Way. I’m hard-headed and will not tolerate a smoker. Once the man took a drag off a cig at his holiday party and I GAVE HIM HELL when I found out. Its unacceptable, I really have no other opinion on it. My dad used to smoke when my sister and I were growing up and we did everything in our power to get him to stop. We used to throw away his cigs in the trash cause we knew where he kept them, luckily pops gave up the nicotine on his own accord.

- Lacks ambition: I’m not saying a dude has to graduate from a university magna cum laude. He just has to have direction in his life, whether it be a constant hustle, vocational school, etc. etc. What I don’t understand are dudes in their mid-twenties who only work unstable part-time jobs AND live at home with mom & dad, rent-free. Dude has to check himself and look five years ahead.

- Living at home: OK and lets say I was single… I would expect a man to be living on his own, not at mom & pop’s. Maybe this is unfair because I’ve had the same room mate since 2003 and he just happens to be my man. But howwwwwwww do you take someone home??? Not even just on a one-night-stand-level, but even in a budding relationship, how do guys (who live with their families) take a lady home? How does that work? Is breakfast awkward? I just know… if I still lived at home, I guy could NOT come home with me, ever. I’m just confused about where “the sex” (yes, I’m using quotations) happens.

- Beef with the fams: I was lucky as hell, mom & pop’s dug Jepprox since day one, so I don’t really know what the opposite feels like. Hell, sometimes when I get into a fight with the man my parents are on his side, not mine. They even ask me what I did wrong…. WTF. From personal experience, my fam really loves the husband, I just couldn’t imagine it any other way.

- “Man up”: If a woman gets disrespected, by a man, with her man present (sorry, terrible phrasing), then her man better be ready to squabble. I still believe in chivalry, and a dude has to hold it down and be ready to fight for his lady. Ohh and trust me, I’m not talking about “damsels in distress,” I’m talking about Bonnie and Clyde getting each others backs. I’m a pacifist myself, but as soon as the man gets into hot water, I’ve stepped in and ran my mouth.

- Zero sense of humor: No explanations necessary. The funnier the better, but not Jim Carrey funny… I like Michael Cera & Jim Halpert funny.

- Bad taste in music, or no knowledge in music: I would probably produce a test just for this one: Name three hot producers in the last year. Name three of your favorite djs. Name three songs in your personal soundtrack of life and explain when they play.

- Not “down as hell”: I’m not sure if I can even explain this one properly. Like “lets get breakfast at 3am—down,” “lets go to NYC lets month—down,” “you’re the best fucking thing that happened in my life, lets get married—down.” “be the future daddy for my babies—down.” [LUCKILY I HAVE THIS ALREADY =)]

- Bland palate: As insignificant as this may seem for some, this is HUGE for me. If thai food is too exotic, thats a dealbreaker. Period.

- Aesthetics: I don’t want to say too much here cause I will sound like a shallow beezy. But, aesthetics.