kate+speaks

Fact: To this day I still cannot understand all the rules of football. I completely understand the basic premise of the game, but I get lost when it comes to how a third-down can turn into a first-down and shit like lost yardage, and yadda yadda, and blah blah. Yeah, all this while the local team is 5-1. Regardless, go Niners, go far.

Fact: Baseball runs through my veins, so much that I will dedicate an entire post to my love for the all-American pastime—wait for it. I’m so serious.

Fact: Although so many (SO MANY) wonderful & talented artists/producers dropped albums within the last four weeks, my NUMBER 1 rotation, on repeat, love love is… “How Do You Do” by Mayer Hawthorne. I cannot express to you how much soul this white boy from the D(etroit)/Ann Arbor has, but it comes out of his pores and floods the building. I. LOVE. HIM. End of story. He’s fking amazeballs live. I can’t tell you enough, I can’t. He remixed “Just Ain’t Gonna Work Out” live, and I was ready to die.

Fact: Ryan Gosling is tops on my celebrity crush list. JGL has taken a backseat until I see “50/50.” Gosling in “Crazy, Stupid Love” is eye candy. Gosling in “Drive” makes you want to run away with his strong-silent-type-ass. He’s kind of cray in “Drive,” but I do not care. I have yet to see “Ides of March,” and unless he has sex in it—I might not… then again, I will probably watch it for the sake of seeing his face (and body). Don’t judge me.

I am too cheap to spend $143 on Jennifer Zeuner’s Gold Vermeil horizontal cross necklace.

So I found a knock-off design on Etsy, cause I knew I could still find a better deal than the one found on NastyGal (I promise that its safe to click “NastyGal,” its a women’s online store…. I know, I know. I’m always uncomfortable typing Nastygal.com into my browser window).

Petitor’s Sideways Cross Necklace: $26 w/shipping

I’m always proud of a good deal.

Life lessons are funny, you don’t realize how important they are until you stop for a second and find them staring directly at you—trying to drill a hole into your brain. They are slightly easier to catch with maturity and age, albeit—slightly.

When I was younger I tried my absolute hardest to be accommodating, easily-liked, and on my best (if not ass-kissing) behavior. Its a bit pathetic, admitting to having such low-confidence back in the day, but its true. I used to chase people down to get their attention when I was never on their radar in the first place. I used to go out of my way to do people favors only to realize that my kindness would never be reciprocated. I used to pull compliments out of my ass just so I had something nice to say to someone, in hopes of maybe climbing the social ladder just a bit. Make no mistake, I’ve always been a nice/good girl, I had no intention of being fake, I was just always trying way too hard.

But now?

Now I absolutely DNGAF. I put in work for the relationships that mean something to me. I have enough SWAGU to realize I’m a queen with a crown, but never need to be treated like a princess. I only ask for the simple courtesy that I don’t get ignored. I will no longer chase people down after a text/email/message/invitation/yaddadadada goes unanswered—and please trust, they go unanswered quite frequently. I’ve learned my lesson.

I’m worth my weight in GOLD/PLATINUM/DIAMONDS and my friendship is genuine—so I’ll save it for the one’s who deserve it.

Truth.

Its been HOURS since I got home. Seriously… hours. But I over-did it at the Do Over and my head is still spinning. I’ve already yakked and I’m already anxious at the fact I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.

While standing in line I overheard a girl in front of us say she graduated high school in ‘06 and I was too lazy to figure out how old she was. Then I realized I had half a decade on her.

Faaa.

That’s what I’m up against these days. For some strange reason I still get surprised when I enter a random club and the girls are in tight dresses and heels and its nothing but a Saturday night. I can always spot the fresh-21 kids a mile away. I’m gettin’ old folks.

It’s funny, because never before had I this many reasons to raise a glass to. Cheers to you for getting that permanent position at work. Cheers to him for landing that dope ass client. Cheers to me for just getting through the damn work week. I’m sayin’.

AND SERIOUSLY…

Cheers to not looking a day over 23. HAHA.

Sidebusting courtesy of Abby & Paul

Excuse me for the lack of posts, if I have no need to touch a keyboard past 6pm I don’t even approach a computer—cause if I do I seem to lose all productivity & quality time with my husband. I’ll try to be better about it though..

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_ I want to FALL ASLEEP every time I put The Weeknd on. Happened with “House of Balloons” and I’m having the same reaction with the “Thursday” mixtape. I can’t figure out if I love or hate his music. The only song I purposely play is “The Zone” because Drake is featured. That’s a no brainer since almost any Drake feature is like candy for me. I guess I can safely say I don’t hate it… but love it? Don’t think so. [Download link below]

_ I bought the shoes below thinking I could hang. FAIL. I couldn’t even last a minute standing in them, let alone walk more than 20 feet. Back to the store they go… what a freaking shame. If you happen to find a taupe/nude platform pump with a chunky heel (preferrably with a 3″ height minus the platform) then please let me know. I happened to fall in love with these but they are no where to be found (in a size 7) anywhere in cyberspace. The internet has failed me—I can’t believe it.

_ The Brazillian Blowout is THE SHIT. I’m such a believer its ridiculous. My hair is the longest its been in years. I think its even longer than the day I got married. If you have frizzy/wavy hair and you absolutely hate it… you need not suffer. #trust

We’re barely hanging on right now—still racing for the pennant, but I LOVE my boys in black & orange, and I’m savoring this one.

I turned 28 a week and some change ago. That’s two away from dirty 30, which is halfway to 60 and next thing you know—LORD WILLIN’—I will naturally have platinum gray hair and grand babies.

My 28th birthday was beautifully spent with all the people I love: my homies, my in-laws, and my immediate fam. We ate, watched baseball, played baseball, and ate some more.

I am so ridiculously #blessed.

July has been ahmayzing.

- I spent 4th of July weekend with the husband’s fam in wine country.
- Celebrated my 2nd wedding anniversary.
- Road-tripped down to LA, I didn’t have to plan a single thing before/during this trip. I can’t say how much I appreciate not having to stress about anything. Friends, feel free to invite me to trips more often.
- And of course, GIANTS baseball. STILL FIRST (in the NLW), let’s continue that all the way into the post-season.

Plug: I’m addicted to the iphone app “Instagram.”
Find me: queenwithacrown

The first one was was necessary. I’m glad to see they came out with a second.

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For the record, “Outstanding” by the Gap Band is my ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG. EVER. “All night long” by the Mary Jane Girls is a close second though, close.

Sunday, July 3rd, marks 10 years with my PIC/FBD (partner-in-crime/future-baby-daddy).

Although some days I’d love to transform into a dude so I could sock you in the face—there are zero words to describe the love I have for you. Zero.

“You’re the one I like the best.”