Hey there. I’m Kate. This is my blog.
I grew up in the Chicago suburbs and an Oklahoma college town. After graduating, I moved to Orlando, Florida to go work for a mouse. During my 5 and a half years there, I made a lot of friends, somehow wound up with a bona fide career, and even picked up a husband along the way. I now live with him in Ocala, a tiny (to me) town in north-central Florida.
I like television and movies so much I got a degree in talking about them. To ensure that I was thoroughly unemployable, I also got a political science degree. I have a lot of opinions. Some are well-informed and reasoned, some not so much, but I will be more than happy to share them with you either way. I love wine, beer, and can make you one heck of a margarita, with fantastic enchiladas on the side. I love to cook, but can’t bake to save my life. People who write loose instead of lose, the wrong its/it’s, or the wrong their/they’re/there drive me up the wall. To counteract the cooking/eating/drinking, I run, swim, do yoga, hit Dance Trance as often as I can, and am thinking about maybe–maybe–doing my first triathlon in 2012.
That husband I managed to snag? His name is Jeff, and we met when we were both randomly assigned as single players to the same kickball team. He’s got an encyclopedic memory of Notre Dame football, WWII minutiae, Penguins hockey, 80s professional wrestling and Beavis and Butthead episodes. He’s also pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and not just because we are an unstoppable team when it comes to Trivial Pursuit, but because he is funny, smart, thoughtful, kind, and all-around wonderful. Our wedding was absolutely perfect and everything we wanted, which was a miracle because if there’s one thing I learned in the process, it’s that I hate planning big events.
It’s not just us, though:
This is Ella, our 165 pound (and still growing) English Mastiff who has an unholy love for bacon, believes she’s the size of a chihuahua and wants to be a lap dog when she grows up. I probably should have put a miniature horse in the photo for scale. Our theory is that she’s not actually a dog, but a weird mix of cat (she loves to clean herself and lay in the sun), goat (she’ll eat anything, including plastic bottles and shoes), and chemical weapon.
This is Slash (named because she likes to scratch things), our moody black cat who likes tuna, loudly and repeatedly asking to go outside, hunting for lizards on our screened porch and having her back scratched.
We’ve also got Kaspar, named for Darius Kasparaitis, a hockey defenseman with–like Kaspar–a very unfortunate face. She’s got a scarred-up eye she can’t see out of and her tongue hangs out because it’s too big for her mouth. She likes to nap, eat, start fights with Slash, and then go back to sleep after a snack.
