Entries from December 2012

shall we?

December 31, 2012

in the words of nicki minaj, “let’s do this one more time.”poollet us corral our memories and musings for the year passed. for me, a pasture full of wild horses, rabid dogs, sweet baby kittens, and gentle lambs-all penned together on a neurotic, happy, we-feed-our-feelings, working farm.

i can’t remember if it was last year when i stopped making resolutions. my 1999 goal for more water intake and less use of the f-word seems to have only worked with opposite fervor with each yearly re-commitment.

fuck that.

studiowhile i’m beaver eager to show mr. 2012 to the door, i feel like i could use a little nap first before ms. 2013 and i put our nikes in the starting blocks.

already she’s ready to see the town, and i still haven’t changed the linens from my last houseguest.

slow down ms. new year, i’m never getting these hours get back, i intend to savor each second and say “farewell” properly.

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farewell to should have’s, could have’s, would have’s, if only i had had the right outfit, enough confidence, and a million dollars in the bank. hello to “hell yes!”

farewell to fatigue, hello to sidewalk skipping with the fury four legged beasts. 

farewell to saying “yes” when i really need to sleep instead.

farewell to the cell phone when i’m with my hunkiest {he should always get my undivided attention.}

farewell to double standards. both those i set for others, and those set on me. 

farewell to separation, hello to unification; we’re all pretty much fighting the same battle, just in different combat boots, with different artillery, and sometimes with a different looking enemy. but if you look around it’s all one big trench we’re living in. let’s love love each other, ok?

farewell to fear.

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i leave you with one of my favorite songs of 2012: the thrill by miguel. i think it’s the perfect song for tonight m’loves:

gimme more! gimme more!!

and i, can’t wait,

and i, can’t wait,

 it’s the thrill i feel my heart beat race

 and i, can’t wait, can’t wait.

turn it up loud. i love you guys. be safe tonight.

love,

katie

 

 

 

 

 

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man down…..

December 28, 2012

powderyesterday morning, in a second position turn out, amid a room full of lithe, breathy, lululemon’d beauties pulsing, squeezing, scooping, and tucking their limbs into lengthened, toned, swan-like knockouts; i noticed the already icy cold room get even chillier, and the lights begin to flicker and change colors.

simultaneously, something in my stomach, a hyper-active, adderall addicted alien or caged, mixed-martial arts fighter perhaps, was trying to break free from the confines of my wannabe pulled in, contracted, and soon to be vomitous abdomen.

santaoh the joys of the stomach flu. suddenly you’re the only one in the universe who has ever been sick, and you’re convinced you are the sickest you’ve ever been in your entire life. 

it’s always when i’m on my bathroom floor, trying to repress heaves and hallucinations, that my catholic upbringing suddenly returns, causing me to question my sins {bloody marys on christmas eve} and god’s retribution {fever and chills.}

talk about a giant lump of coal in my stocking.

25525487164i’m lying low today, still on the mend, resting up for the weekend. 

i want to be as strong as possible for my last classes of the year. 

they are typically my most favorite, most fun of the year; the energy is always off the charts. i hope i see some of you in them. i’m even subbing a special new year’s eve cycle class on monday morning. come play!

what about you m’loves? are you staying healthy? what are your plans for this final twenty-twelve weekend happy?

see you on the other side of sunday.

love,

katie 

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life in the fast lane……

December 27, 2012

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thanksgiving: ✔

christmas: ✔

new years?

come to mama boys; let’s get this show on the road.

i’ve been in the fast lane to 2013 since june, practically indifferent to various turnpikes and exits promising adventure and hoopla.

my music is loud and the beat is hard. an old, black t-shirt with ripped off sleeves kind of tune, where my dark hair whips side to side in the untamed winter air, and my equally dark, black boots stomp around, romping madly and wildly as i offer up my own version of tribute to the gods and goddesses of prosperity, misfortune, and good skin.

won’t you join me in a jitterbug?

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tall spines, shoulder’s down, eyes ahead, color within the lines.

this feels cozy and safe to me.

rules were made to be…..followed.

i wear those words like an o.j. simpson glove. they fit like second skin.

it’s fine if some think i’m a mundane, trite, farm-raised trout.

i’m on a crusade to glamorize the boring.

and i have the hunkiest partner in my jihad.

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sure i talk a big game, like i’m speeding down the highway to next year. but we all really know i hate to drive, and never go over 70 mph.

i may say that my eyes are only on the prize, and you better not get in my way, i won’t even stop for a flat tire or crossing kitten in my path,…..but when shove comes to kick you down, if you need soup or an ear to bend,  i’m here to lick wounds, bandage hearts, and pom pom the fabulous.

so while i’m anxious to ring in the new year, i’m just as happy to have a dance party, with you, here, today.

thursday divine to you m’loves.

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