I've been making quite a few four cheese pasta dishes lately. Pretty soon I'm gonna be an "Iron Chef" for sure! Kitchen Stadium here I come!

Is being a quiet person a bad thing? At the baby shower the other day, one of the guests told me, "You're very quiet aren't you?" I was thinking to myself, "Yeah, especially around people that I really don't know." No offense, but I'm just not that much of a social butterfly when I initially meet people. I'm getting a little bit better at this, but it still is a little difficult for me. My not speaking doesn't mean that I don't want to get involved or that I am uninterested in what's going on, I'm just feeling out the situation. I was always taught that some things are sweeter if they are never spoken (Actually, this was my Gandma's favorite line. She would say this whenever someone said something that was hurtful or just totally out of pocket. As we all know, once you put hurtful words out there, you can't take them back). In some ways, I still think that is true. In school (primary, secondary, and beyond), I've encountered a lot of people that talk just to hear themselves speak. They're saying absolutely nothing, but they figure that it's impressive to speak, even if it's a bunch of crap. My theory (and I'm keepin' it real here): those that talk a lot of shit CANNOT back it up! Point blank. Why is it so necessary to be first to get out the so-called answer, or to say the most crap (cuz that's all it is)? I like for people to show instead of tell. If you are gonna put something out there, have the evidence to back it up. That goes for life and anything else you encounter. I remember in a social theory class I had a year or two ago, there was one woman that would not shut the hell up. Class just would not be complete for her unless she spoke for about 30 minutes (mind you the class was an hour and a half). Sometimes we would have to stay for two hours because of her. Whenever she spoke, you would hear the sighs, see the slouching in the seats, tons of eye rolling -- all the outward signs of frustration. Initially, she would say some really brilliant things, but when she started to get a little crowd response, the nuggets of knowledge turned into nuggets of... well, you get the picture. Oh well, to each their own I guess. (Once again, this isn't about those who are sharing valuable knowledge, just the shit talkers).

Yet another day I was not productive on my letters. Somebody light a fire under me!

Darn computers! I tried to type in some letters to test if this thing was working and I can't get them to go away, so now I have to type in other stuff to make them det rid of them! GRRRRRRRRRR!

I went to a baby shower tonight and it was really cool. Well, it was only about five of us, but it was really intimate and comforting. It was held at my boss' house, which is beautiful. I would love to wake up every morning with a clear few of the City everyday. Solange is so sweet, and I hope that best for her and the "little one." I was glad to see Ana there as well (Thanks for riding shotgun girl! I truly am thankful to know you. I can't wait until we starting learning new things together. And, believe me, if I have anything to do with this, we're gonna get you and Marcus on Oprah. You two deserve it!). With the theme of the evening, I couldn't help but think what it will be like to be a mom. All the way from the labor pain, to the sleep deprivation, to birth order and how you treat each child, etc. It's something that I'm definitely looking forward to, but there are concerns that I guess I'll have to experience in order to fully understand. Like this past week for instance (well, everyday actually), my mom always calls me to see when I am coming home or what I am doing, etc. I've asked friends that are older than me if this happens to them, and it does, so it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one. It's frustrating (don't get me wrong, I LOVE my mom dearly), but I've been wondering if I'll be the same way with my kids. Both my daughter(s) AND son(s). GRRRRRR!!! Yet another thing to think about, down the line at least! Ah, the joys of being a girl!

I went to a baby shower tonight and it was really cool. Well, it was only about five of us, but it was really intimate and comforting. It was held at my boss' house, which is beautiful. I would love to wake up every morning with a clear few of the City everyday. Solange is so sweet, and I hope that best for her and the "little one." I was glad to see Ana there as well (Thanks for riding shotgun girl! I truly am thankful to know you. I can't wait until we starting learning new things together. And, believe me, if I have anything to do with this, we're gonna get you and Marcus on Oprah. You two deserve it!). With the theme of the evening, I couldn't help but think what it will be like to be a mom. All the way from the labor pain, to the sleep deprivation, to birth order and how you treat each child, etc. It's something that I'm definitely looking forward to, but there are concerns that I guess I'll have to experience in order to fully understand. Like this past week for instance (well, everyday actually), my mom always calls me to see when I am coming home or what I am doing, etc. I've asked friends that are older than me if this happens to them, and it does, so it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one. It's frustrating (don't get me wrong, I LOVE my mom dearly), but I've been wondering if I'll be the same way with my kids. Both my daughter(s) AND son(s). GRRRRRR!!! Yet another thing to think about, down the line at least! Ah, the joys of being a girl!

I went to a baby shower tonight and it was really cool. Well, it was only about five of us, but it was really intimate and comforting. It was held at my boss' house, which is beautiful. I would love to wake up every morning with a clear few of the City everyday. Solange is so sweet, and I hope that best for her and the "little one." I was glad to see Ana there as well (Thanks for riding shotgun girl! I truly am thankful to know you. I can't wait until we starting learning new things together. And, believe me, if I have anything to do with this, we're gonna get you and Marcus on Oprah. You two deserve it!). With the theme of the evening, I couldn't help but think what it will be like to be a mom. All the way from the labor pain, to the sleep deprivation, to birth order and how you treat each child, etc. It's something that I'm definitely looking forward to, but there are concerns that I guess I'll have to experience in order to fully understand. Like this past week for instance (well, everyday actually), my mom always calls me to see when I am coming home or what I am doing, etc. I've asked friends that are older than me if this happens to them, and it does, so it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one. It's frustrating (don't get me wrong, I LOVE my mom dearly), but I've been wondering if I'll be the same way with my kids. Both my daughter(s) AND son(s). GRRRRRR!!! Yet another thing to think about, down the line at least! Ah, the joys of being a girl!

First draft of grad school application letters:

Dear Masters Program People,

Please let me into your school.

Love your friend,
Kat

You guys think that'll do it? Man I need to get crackin' on this! I can joke now, but I seriously do have a plan. It's just a factor of sitting down and getting to it. Heaven help me!