Simple Things

January 27, 2010

christina is hosting the simple things today.

a call out to bloggers to “show what we appreciate, and what we are grateful for – no matter how big or small, these things may seem.”

if christina asked me to dig ditches with her all day long in the hot sun, i’d be the first to sign up.

in an effort to help the haiti rescue and rebuilding, she is giving one dollar to doctors without borders for every participant.

thank you christina for inspiring me daily. here is my laddleful of love to you:

katie’s simple things 1/27/2010

freshly scented, french milled soap

clean, empty notepads. ready for my days’ plans, ideas, and aspirations.

homemade morning coffee. french pressed with ground cinnamon. a mug reminding me what matters most.

waking up in the middle of the night holding hands with hh.

fresh, inexpensive, trader joe’s flowers on my desk

our sweet tree standing tall again. post storm destruction. so glad we were able to keep you in the family.

peanut m& m’s, and don’t you dare try to substitute plain!!!!!!

profanity. terrible, i know. i’m a good girl otherwise. i just like to swear.

perfume before bed, after my bath.

afternoon naps.

mornings. the promise. the second chance.

this song…….it renders me tear faced every time i hear it. but happy, oh my god, i’m so damn lucky kind of tears.

it’s hard to have animosity in your heart with this music in your soul.

i’d love to twirl on fence posts with you,  na-na-na’ing to this song.

happy wednesday. love, katie

help haiti rise

January 21, 2010

check out my new t-shirt. for only 15 bucks and free shipping you get this cool tee.

100% of your money goes to partners in health: an organization of doctors, nurses and community health workers bringing medical care to the poorest communities in the world.

they’re on the ground in haiti, and they urgently need our help.

stormy waters

January 15, 2010


i just. can’t. shake. the stormy waters in my heart. the keyboard waits…..and waits,….and waits for me to say something fetching. nothing to type. no fancy pants to fashion me gaga, girly, and giddy.

this lump here in my throat has grown roots and has ordered cable tv.

sleep deprived, i’m saying yes please to more hours of work so that i won’t be home watching. the devastation, the misery, the death. the bodies. the bulldozers. mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, babies, pets, babies.

my life embarrasses me today. a text doesn’t seem suffice. my legs, my lungs, my heart, my back….strong. i want to physically suffer so that someone else feels better. i don’t need anyone to know about it. fly me in covertly, let me help. i won’t cause a stink. i won’t tell, boast or brag. just let me fucking help.

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