tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57811209482729833492024-03-13T21:11:28.199+00:00Why Not?k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-77344293406764725432011-06-27T14:16:00.000+01:002011-06-27T14:16:08.996+01:00Video Contest!I entered the Living Lutheran video contest! Follow the link and vote for my video, please? Yay! <a href="http://www.livinglutheran.com/contest/the-everyday-life.html"><b>VOTE FOR KATIE</b></a>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-89413110232003466142011-04-23T21:42:00.000+01:002011-04-23T21:42:37.199+01:00Just in time!Tonight is the season premeire of Doctor Who on BBC America! And we just signed up for it yesterday. I think Victor must have known that it was coming. I'll be at church but we're recording it!!! I LOVE DOCTOR WHO!!!<br />
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I love it. Well, let's say that what I love about it is the common pain that we are all facing at the moment. Every person I have encountered has commiserated with me. A little comment here, a sad face there; this weather sucks. Yes, I reply, it DOES suck. And then we are a little closer because people bond in the face of suffering. It makes us happy that another person recognizes how awful we feel about the crappy weather. <br />
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And yet you may not see this as such a big deal. Well, let me tell you, I've also lived in the Pacific Northwest and that small amount of 12 months gave me incredible insight to the human psyche. You see, people in that area of the country know that the weather is going to be crap 99% of the time and they are totally ok with that. On a grey day like today, they wouldn't even flinch an eye. When a complain would be voiced, immediately someone would have to say, "oh, it's not that bad." Yes, the sun is not out and it's been raining for about four months, but it's not that bad.<br />
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It IS that bad. Really, it is. When you are going through a rough time and someone tells you "it's not that bad" you want to punch them in the face. Sometimes it IS that bad and when we are able to recognize the pain in other people we gain their trust. Sometimes life IS that bad. Our suffering can be relative but to completely ignore the pain others are feeling can only add to their disconnect from humanity. After my season of winter in Seattle I have learned to let people complain about bad weather, even if I think it's not that bad. <br />
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Victor has now passed the all important age of 35. I think he's starting to feel that his age is considered "old". But since I'm still 27 (yeah, inside joke) he will forever be...um...30. And there's my math for today. <br />
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<b>HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICTOR!! I LOVE YOU!!</b><br />
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AND it was SO Americanized I wanted to puke. Well, not puke really, but it sort of took away from the game at time. Maybe it was the OVER THE TOP announcer, like when they announce the starting line up; it felt like a basketball game with all the hype. BLAH.<br />
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But my favorite part of the game is always right at the beginning when the players walk out with the kids. I even get a little choked up. <br />
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Also, not another joke, today is my mom and step dad's anniversary! Yay!! They were married in 1997 which would make this year their 14th year of marriage. <br />
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I'm not going to lie, that was some hard math. <br />
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<b>Love you mom and Carl!!!</b>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-78907441069288046622011-04-01T14:07:00.000+01:002011-04-01T14:07:53.753+01:00Cruel JokeI wish that I could say the joke mother nature played on us this morning was a good one. However, I'm not laughing as I'm sure, many others are with me on this one. <br />
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And did you know that Lowell has a minor league baseball team? Well they are the <a href="http://web.minorleaguebaseball.com/index.jsp?sid=t558">Lowell Spinners</a>! How much better can life get?k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-73714977705841008492011-03-28T16:03:00.000+01:002011-03-28T16:03:25.424+01:00EpiphanyI just realized this morning why I miss England so much. I lived in England for TWO whole years. Not only that, but two whole years in the same house! I haven't lived anywhere that long since I was in high school. <br />
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Problem resolved but not forgotten. Yikes. <br />
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I think I just need to start taking some photos. SOON!!k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-13474992186626722982011-03-27T19:57:00.000+01:002011-03-27T19:57:02.597+01:00I do love Coldplay<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Lb9X5jMofEo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />Victor was looking through some old photos and found a few from a Coldplay concert we went to in London. It was an amazing show and I even have a few videos from the concert. They really are not very good and I wouldn't want to post crap on the blog. So enjoy this little video of Strawberry Swing. <br /><br />I love you Coldplay.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-78497392138152257602011-03-26T13:25:00.001+00:002011-03-26T16:23:31.749+00:00I can hardly wait****EDITToday, at a farm down the street, is Woolapalooza. Yes, you heard me. I am going to partake in a day of wool at a farm no more than 10 min away from my house. If my bike was assembled (and it wasn't freezing outside) I cold ride my bike. <br />
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I promise to bring my camera. Let's see if these Americans know how to do it right. <br />
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This photo is from a similar event in England at Queen Elizabeth Country Park. <br />
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<b>***</b> Well, it's noon and I don't think I'm going to head over to this farm for two reasons 1) It's bloody 32degrees outside (wind chill is 20) 2) It's rather expensive ($10) for something I've already seen AND after research it doesn't look like it's going to be anything more than a bunch of sheep...lame...<br />
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Or, it could be that I'm getting to be a big sissy!k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-50022502801790567832011-03-23T15:20:00.000+00:002011-03-23T15:20:06.474+00:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vdKCLx-KHA/TYoPkZTByvI/AAAAAAAAGzk/rWp_bDmhTNk/s1600/DSC07857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--vdKCLx-KHA/TYoPkZTByvI/AAAAAAAAGzk/rWp_bDmhTNk/s400/DSC07857.JPG" /></a></div>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-78196208822244075472011-03-22T14:20:00.000+00:002011-03-22T14:20:26.968+00:00Lent 3<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPczJFfuZjI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />I would say these little videos are getting better. Not as dramatic as before but still better. I'm getting ready to make one for the website and it's going to be stellar!!k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-58482454794902261892011-03-21T10:00:00.000+00:002011-03-21T10:00:57.447+00:00looking backI'm up early this morning to take Vic down the street for a 6:15am air port shuttle and rather than stay in bed, I decided to stay awake! <br />
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Looking back through photos on the computer, I realized that I took a crap load of photos in England. Now, on the other hand, I hardly take any. And it's weird photos too: my house, spiders in my garden, a snow day, close up of a brick building, clouds...the weird list goes on. What is it about my life now that I've decided it's not photo worthy? This could be the answer to why I've been feeling rather blah about life in these United States. Now that I'm back to the same old, same old everything is the same. But that couldn't be further from the truth. <br />
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However, I just might have to organize the past few years of photos before I think about adding too many more to the collection! Yeah, it's a bit overwhelming. <br />
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And in honor of St Patrick's day, I'll post a photo of our Dublin trip two years ago. I'm glad we didn't get locked into the crypt of that cathedral...true story. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7CP8pczgTg/TYchufa-rTI/AAAAAAAAGzc/YGIJRnZbalo/s1600/DSC05471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7CP8pczgTg/TYchufa-rTI/AAAAAAAAGzc/YGIJRnZbalo/s400/DSC05471.JPG" /></a></div>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-62549611263053329292011-03-17T13:57:00.001+00:002011-03-17T14:00:01.895+00:00Happy Birthday, Italy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGu32iW6Ua8/TYIToafi42I/AAAAAAAAGzU/J5q4dNfs0hY/s1600/P4251012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGu32iW6Ua8/TYIToafi42I/AAAAAAAAGzU/J5q4dNfs0hY/s400/P4251012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585048072920163170" /></a><br /><br /><br />150 years ago today, Italy was unified! This is my favorite unification photo from our trip to Venice.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-7145132318831693372011-03-16T15:23:00.001+00:002011-03-16T15:27:10.166+00:00Wordless Wednesday...even though I already posted today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffuVnrl976Q/TYDWwTwpmiI/AAAAAAAAGzM/N_YP3oGess0/s1600/birds%2Beye%2Bview.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ffuVnrl976Q/TYDWwTwpmiI/AAAAAAAAGzM/N_YP3oGess0/s400/birds%2Beye%2Bview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584699663365806626" /></a>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-88214882960505695282011-03-16T15:00:00.004+00:002011-03-16T15:20:53.249+00:00Back in the saddle againRecently I feel like I'm getting back to the things I used to do before I moved. And basically that means churchy stuff. Recently my pastor got the brilliant idea to do a two minute bible study each week on the texts in the lectionary. Since he got the idea at his laptop, he decided to use the camera on the screen and record it himself. Well, it looked a little weird. If you've ever skyped with someone on a laptop, they usually look a little strange: big close up, looking down on you. Yeah, I couldn't take it so I volunteered to record and edit his weekly rants...I mean...weekly insights:) I'll link to our church's YouTube site and if you are so inclined, check out the video I made as well as one of the older ones and tell me what you think?<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eWCVElSa1TI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-36103421954093712992011-03-14T17:26:00.002+00:002011-03-14T17:32:17.411+00:00Lost but not for long!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBYaLMKmqjE/TX5RCJ3D9LI/AAAAAAAAGy8/0EtZH-QuRGs/s1600/41-LDmMer%252BL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBYaLMKmqjE/TX5RCJ3D9LI/AAAAAAAAGy8/0EtZH-QuRGs/s320/41-LDmMer%252BL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583989685434447026" /></a><br />My sister likes to get me interesting things for Christmas and I love them. One year it was a chocolate fountain. This year it was a cotton candy machine that uses hard candy to make the fluffy goodness that I love. We busted it open when the family was together at Christmas and it was the hit of the season! Everyone was amazed at how you can make cotton candy out of a Jolly Rancher. After the chaos was over and we packed up to leave, the cotton candy machine made it's way back to Boston. <br /><br />A few months later I'm invited to my good friend Spencer's 4th birthday party and I decided to bring the amazing cotton candy machine. However, when I got it out of the box, the most important part was missing: the extractor! Well, you can have cotton candy with out the extractor so I found that a replacement was $15 and today I ordered a replacement and all will be right with the world again. <br /><br />It's the little things, you know.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-7089897467174528252011-03-13T18:20:00.003+00:002011-03-13T18:27:53.220+00:00More than I am<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vww4FziolRc/TX0MnO1vv6I/AAAAAAAAGy0/2iAew_0xsZY/s1600/P8142716.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vww4FziolRc/TX0MnO1vv6I/AAAAAAAAGy0/2iAew_0xsZY/s320/P8142716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583632981147238306" /></a><br />This morning in church, out pastor was announcing the services we are going to have on Wednesday evenings and surprised me a bit by adding that I had written a new liturgy. Does that sound like I actually wrote all the music and stuff? Yeah, well, I didn't! Ha ha!! I did, however, pick out music and form a service from already existing liturgies I found just lying around but I didn't really write it. And after the service one guy congratulated me on my accomplishment! Oh, I'm still laughing a bit. Well, I did correct him but I'm only wondering what people will be expecting come Wednesday night:) <br /><br />It should be fun.<br /><br />I'm off this evening to Marshfield Mass to visit my friend Mark. He started a new congregation called <a href="http://www.sanctuarymarshfield.org/">Sanctuary</a> and I think it's been going really well for him. This will be the first time I've been for a worship service and I hope I don't fall asleep. Losing an hour last night really kicked me in the behind. I'm glad that I use my phone as an alarm clock because I TOTALLY forgot to set the time back before I went to bed. That would have been fun; an hour late to church! I did go early once in the fall, thinking, "why is everyone still in church when it's time for Sunday School?" Yeah, I still think it's better to be early than late.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-71603215419020411172011-03-13T03:44:00.003+00:002011-03-13T03:55:42.784+00:00Two a day? I must be missing facebook!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBW5JOiuv6k/TXxAMS2gxeI/AAAAAAAAGys/XZ2gfQPnPOU/s1600/DSC07084.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBW5JOiuv6k/TXxAMS2gxeI/AAAAAAAAGys/XZ2gfQPnPOU/s320/DSC07084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583408217995658722" /></a><br />I did get on facebook tonight to check if anyone posted a 'yes' to my sunday school event tomorrow. No. But that doesn't mean no one will be there, it just means no one is telling me in advance. <br /><br />I think the real reason I'm back on the blog is to explain why I've been away for so long. Now that I'm back in the USA, I must subconsciously think my life is boring. I haven't really taken any photos, visiting many sights or really found people who knit. I know that all of these things are out there, I just need to be motivated. It's just that the last place I lived was so freaking fantastic that I can't get over leaving. And I've ALWAYS been good at leaving!! Why now? Why this move? What was so special about England that I'm fighting with myself to really put myself out there? <br /><br />The funny thing is that I've been so involved in things since being back. I'm going overboard at church, I run a group with the spouse's club, work out with friends once a week, joined a soccer team...the list goes on. But it's like my heart isn't in it all the way. <br /><br />I think I need to grieve. I didn't have time to grieve. This might be the moment I start to cry.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-84267555393825803992011-03-12T15:58:00.003+00:002011-03-12T16:11:43.098+00:00Lent: really?So I gave up facebook for lent. Yeah, it sounds really trivial, I know. But it's only day four and I'm already going through withdraw. The first clue is that I've decided to update my blog. After living life through the medium of social networking for at least three years, I'm taking a self imposed break. I've done this before but usually when I'm on vacation and can't get internet access. Now I'm just sitting around the house and meaningfully ignoring that facebook tab in my bookmark bar! I also deleted the app from my phone. <br /><br />It's strange to not update my status on the weird things I do every day. When I'm doing stuff I actually think that I should post it on my profile. For example, yesterday I had Kraft Mac and Cheese for lunch...wanted to post it...spinning alpaca, watching Downton Abbey, and missing England...wanted to post it...lost our last soccer game...wanted to post it<br /><br />However, I haven't left facebook totally. I still run the group for the youth at my church so I've decided that I can only log on if I'm going to check in on the group, create and event or communicate to any of the members. And if I log on, I can only be on for 30min once a day. So far, I've logged on once to create and event! I didn't make any comments, likes or updates on my page but I will have to say that I did check out my news feed, just to see what people are up to. <br /><br />I wasn't sure that this would really be a sacrifice worthy of lent but it's panning out to be better than chocolate, soda and sex. Or should I say rather than better; worse.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-49249829205770072392010-10-21T00:52:00.005+01:002010-10-21T00:57:00.629+01:00Wordless Wednesday...some day soon I'll update for real<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAYSPhdJt0k/TL-BOkT-fwI/AAAAAAAAGyI/gPxwd2pKfgY/s1600/DSC07789.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dAYSPhdJt0k/TL-BOkT-fwI/AAAAAAAAGyI/gPxwd2pKfgY/s400/DSC07789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530280954699874050" /></a><br /><br />Working at LUSH for the Holiday season!k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781120948272983349.post-56816936718192431372010-09-12T23:02:00.002+01:002010-09-12T23:10:24.012+01:00In transit: UK to USAIt's Sunday evening and we're five days away from an airplane flight to Boston. I can't believe two years has gone by this fast. When I look back at all the things we've done, it amazes me. The people, the countries, the roads, hours in the car, on a train, in a plane: how do you measure two years? It reminds me of the song in Rent; 525,600 minutes, moments, laughs, breaths, sighs, cries in a year. How do I measure two years? Where do I begin to express the friendships I've made or the place I called home? Leaving is never easy but it seems that this time is so very different than all the others. This time I'm leaving with my best friend, my partner, my husband and unlike other leavings I don't go alone. When we left Albuquerque we were freshly married and still getting to know each other. There have been so many learning moments over the past two years that would have been so different had we lived in the USA. How do you help your husband order food from the French menu when it's only in French? When do you get to bring your wife on a ski trip to Italy and when do you have to leave her at home? <br /><br />There are too many things running through my heart at the moment that I'll have to get it all out at another moment in time. Maybe that's why I've been putting off my blog posts. Too many things to write.k-bombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00435419024694137776noreply@blogger.com1