kat’s eye view

What is it about one’s birthday and turning a year older that makes them contemplative about their whole lives?

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A long, long time ago, when my hair was the color of wet hay, someone forgettable told me there were two things that were perfect wastes of time.

1. Jealousy
2. Regret

I don’t get jealous, I have everything I want and if I don’t have it, I go get it. And if the tiniest bit of ‘real’ jealousy starts to creep, I hide in the corner, under some school books I never read. Let’s just say I’m content.

And regretting… Although I wished I had done things a bit differently in the past, I do not regret anything in my life. If you know me, you’ll know that I like to “have my cake and eat it too”. Knowing that, you’d also know I take full advantage of every opportunity that stumbles my way. Sometimes it gets me into trouble, but it has ALWAYS been worth it.

Until now.

If I can take one thing back, it would be _______. Not because it was not fun, but because I made an investment that did not turn a profit. I lost nothing, but time.

I love it when stories of my life form full circles: Wasting Time is to Regret. Regret, Wasting Time.

I’m so glad I don’t keep all my eggs in one basket.

There’s one thing I want the most this year and no one can get it for me.

What is it?

If you figure it out, I’ll give you a cookie.
(you know you want my cookies)

This is how well done steaks are supposed to feel.

Now, tell me how I’m supposed to feel.
Because I’m done.

Your steak is no good here, I like my steaks medium rare.

“there’s no place like home” - dorothy to snow white.

Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. ~ Catherine Douzel

A year or so ago, we went to visit some friends in N.C., and discovered water from the heavens, aka Sweet Tea and got hooked on it immediately. Every restaurant and fast food chain out there has it on their menu and when we returned home, we thought we could find it. To our dismay, we could not find it ANYWHERE, and then McDonald’s started serving it, and life was good again. The only problem is that McDonald’s sweet tea is never consistent and… it’s McDonald’s. I end up ordering fries, chicken nuggets, cheeseburgers etc. (bad kat)

Whenever I see a problem, the easiest solution is to fix it. So, I made it myself! (Why didn’t I think of this earlier?)

Sharing is caring, so I included this simple recipe below.

Sweet Tea Makes Life Better

(ingredients for 1 gallon, if you want more/less, do the math)

4 Black Tea bags (quart sized)
2 cups Sugar
1/8 tsp. Baking Soda (optional)
1 gallon Water
Ice**

1. Bring 6 cups of water to a boil, then add the sugar. Stir to dissolve.
2. Take the pot off heat, and add the tea bags. Then add baking soda to cut the bitterness of the tea. Stir.
3. Let the tea steep for about 15~25 min.
4. Pour into a gallon pitcher, and add water.
5. Refrigerate
6. And the most important step of all: Add ice, and drink.

** Sweet tea ice cubes, fill ice trays with sweet tea, so the tea doesn’t get watered down when the ice melts **

Gawd, I love this scene from Stranger than Fiction. Gives me the warm fuzzies.
Happy Lunar New Year & Valentine’s Day!

::will you be my valentine, my love?::

If the opinions of others mattered so much, what’s the point of living your life?

A lot of guys I used to be attracted to about a decade ago that didn’t give me a second glance are all suffering from the same disease.

I’ll give you a hint, it’s not gonorrhea.

Don’t hate, it’s called genetics.

When I was in NYC, I used to work across the street from the most glorious Whole Foods these slanted eyes have ever seen. While waiting in one of the 30+ check out lanes I would count the items in everyone’s baskets and curse them under my breath when the number of items in their carts exceeded the number of my little piggies.

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism. - Carl Jung

.why does bad always feel so good?.

Seeing that one word on the screen of my phone made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. A flurry of feelings pranced around my insides as I realized I was beginning to emulate Alice as she went into the rabbit hole.

My head knew that words such as “forever” and “always” did not exist in my world, for those words held empty promises leading blindly down a path of fabricated hope.

I allowed myself to indulge in the feeling a moment longer and entertained the contradiction of my truth. As my heart returned to my chest, I felt vulnerable; and I liked it.