Why a blog?
If there were such things as blogs in 1981, I probably would have had one. (Yes, I would have been three years old, but I’m totally not kidding about this; just ask my mother.) The nature of a blog suits my personality to a T. I like to talk but love to write. I also love reading other people’s blogs. Maybe it’s voyeuristic, but I don’t really care. The way people live and how they express themselves fascinates me. Keeping this blog is more like free therapy for me than anything else.
Mi amore
Ben: extremely bright construction engineer/radio sideline reporter/high school football coach who spends entirely too much time on the golf course. But love him because he always wants me to come along. Ben enjoys re-shafting golf clubs, eating directly from the refrigerator, and quoting the same movies over and over again.
My house
is something we bought in June 2005 and luuuurrrrrrve. It’s a 1931 two-story tudor-ish Beaverdale brick. We have three bedrooms plus an office formerly known as “the sweater room” (also known on occasion as the "poo room" due to old, peeled-off door decals that can be seen to spell "POO" when the light hits the door just right; would love to know this story) upstairs, while there are formal living and dining rooms, a three-season porch, kitchen, and family room on the main floor. Decorating is a non-stop process.
My illustrious, high-powered career
When I was a kid I wanted to be an interior designer or a florist. Then I wanted to write and illustrate children’s books. Then I realized that grown-up journalism or sports journalism was where most of my talents were. After receiving a degree from Iowa State University after three and a half years of paying tuition and working for no pay in order to gain practical career experience, I thought, “How can I continue to enslave myself at this fine institution of higher education?” You guessed it: I got an underpaid full-time job there. After three years in the housing and dining department, I opted for a slightly less underpaid job in alumni relations, where I have worked for more than eight years now. As much as I’d love to bitch about being underpaid, I really don’t see myself moving into private sector corporate journalism or public relations any time soon, and I have to admit there are many perks to my job -- not to mention the fact that I really like it. Most of the time.
My name (don't wear it out)
The name on my birth certificate is Kate Elizabeth. I am not a Katherine, or a Katelyn, or anything like that. My mom always said she wanted me to be called Kate, so she named me that. Special aside for the asshats at Banana Republic, Inc.: So please don’t elongate my name on my credit card statements without my permission! You heard me!
Strengths: Accounts
Weaknesses: Eczema
(If you get this joke, I heart you!)
Things I don't like
Japanese anime, people touching my eyebrows, male chauvenist pigs, plastic lawn ornaments, the term "make love," home improvement megastores, horror movies, "pundits," when non-easy listening music is played at easy listening volumes and/or on easy listening stations, the electoral college, spray-on plastic "butter," hot & humid days, and mosquitoes
Things I do like
cuddling with my baby boy, the smell of coffee, having my hair washed at the salon, documentaries, Rock Lake, March Madness, Sharpies, white noise, Shel Silverstein poems, new socks, tailgating, giving gifts, fresh Christmas trees, libraries, fonts, the Cyclones, Sudoku, salt and vinegar potato chips, Balderdash, names of cheeses, Sichuan Takins, and taking ridiculously amateur photographs
