kat’s eye view

If I made my heart a home, I’d make it out of bricks.

Strong, safe, warm, and beautiful.

My walls would be built high and sturdy, so no matter how hard a big bad wolf huffs and puffs, he would never blow my house in.

You say my walls are too high and it’s impossible to get in.

But why do you worry, my love?

If my heart had a home, I’d say it was you.

3 is my favorite number. For many reasons than one. It’s the number to my birthday. A wonderful number, the perfect number. The number that gives me the best sleep indescribable with words.

Everything great comes in 3’s. Except shoes.

It’s magic.

Happily giving up your most coveted carne asada burrito so Lover doesn’t starve.

“It had no chance of survival once I bit into it” - D

bye bye burrito!

Random Kat fact: I can’t sleep when my feet feel dusty.

When I’ve worn sandals/flip flops all day, the first thing I do before shedding off my clothes is wash my piggies.

Now I can sleep. *yawn*

The more I have/get/do, the more I want.

What’s that called again?

Greed? Addiction? Obsession?

FUN!

When tomorrow isn’t promised, forever doesn’t exist.

So, tell me what I like to hear. Right here right now, tonight, under the twilight, while we’re wrapped in each others arms for what could be the last time.

Tell me, tell me. Tell me you love me.

“I love you…” You whisper to me as you give in to the night.

If we live to see another, tell me again.

Tell me every night until forever ends.

Because you’re strong, I feel safe. Because you’re gentle, I feel cherished. Because you’re giving, I feel loved. Because you are the man you are, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

Even though today is your day, I feel that I received the greatest gift of all.

.You.

Sometimes when two people go through rough patches it makes them stronger, their bond tighter and friendship deeper.

But other times it breaks them and things are never the same again.

I believe these are one of those times.

you struck the match, i didn’t blow out the flame and we both watched it burn.

Also known as the Pareto principle, the law of the vital few. It states that, for many events, roughly 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes.

Now, if you’ve watched Tyler Perry’s “Why Did I Get Married?” like I did, you’ll know that this rule also refers to the notion that in a relationship, one will never get the 100% of the qualities they are looking for in a partner. The most one will obtain is about 80% of what they are looking for in a mate.

The problem doesn’t lie in the 80% you’ve got, it’s the 20% you’re missing. Somewhere along the line you might find a person that possesses the 20% you don’t have. This is when you’ve got to ask yourself, “Is this 20%’er worth exploring?” And no, the 20%’er doesn’t ‘complete’ you, since you’ll lose the 80% you already had. Don’t be dumb.

The more important question is: “What is it that you’re looking for?” Once you’ve figured it out and prioritized your list, you can then see what is least important to you and what you can compromise. So when “the one” comes along, you’ll know who they are.

Or, if you’re like me, you’ll have all 100% and be happy. Yay!

Don’t fall far from their trees.

I remember when I was in my teens, I swore to myself, “when I grow up” I will never be like my parents. Like my dad’s ability to get loud mid-sentence turning any conversation into a yelling battle. Or my mom’s incessant need to have the last word in any argument. But ever since I’ve been spending more time with my folks, I’ve realized where my specialness comes from. The interesting quirks that make me wholly unique, originated from my makers.

Go figure.

So, next time your parents engage in questionable/annoying behavior, beware, you’re next!

:: even though I understand, some things are never okay ::