Kathryn. Real.

I was just looking back at some old blogger entries and found this from 2005* updates are in parentheses:

7 Things I plan to do before I die
1. See my son grow happy and healthy - (semi done!)
2. Travel the world with my husband and children - (maybe one day)
3. Start auditioning again even if it’s just community theatre (working on it)
4. Produce a documentary about my grandfather Ellis (broke our camera)
5. See my mom happily in a relationship (definitely still in my plan)
6. Be a size 5 (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
7. Move out of Texas (DONE!!!!!!!)

7 Things I can do
1. Ride a bike (check)
2. Speak French (check)
3. Refurbish old wooden furniture (um, really?  don’t remember that so much)
4. Grow a baby (and a damn cute one at that)
5. Paint (well, sort of)
6. Listen (still very good at that)
7. Read a novel in a day (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

7 Things I cannot do
1. Speak Spanish damn-it! (yep)
2. Mountain bike without falling every single time (yep)
3. Talk to strangers at parties without alcohol (getting better)
4. Write fiction (yep)
5. Not eat cheese (no seriously, I’ve tried again)
6. Calculus (yep)
7. Highlight my hair at home (yep)

7 Things that attract me to the opposite sex
1. Their energy (the hippie kind) (yep)
2. The ability to laugh at oneself (oh yeah)
3. Eyes (absolutely)
4. Love of music (less important now)
5. An adventurous spirit (yep)
6. Empathy for others (more important now)
7. Love of animals (more important now)

7 Things I say most often
1. Seriously (yep)
2. What the fuck (not so much)
3. No Bella! (this has changed to No Ellis!)
4. I love my girls (I tell this to the dauggers several times a day) (yep)
5. I’m tired (um, yep)
6. I’m hungry (not so much)
7. I can’t wait until he gets here but he better not be early, you hear that Shrimpy (hee hee, nope)

7 Celebrity Crushes
1. Gavin Rosdale (hell yes)
2. Jude Law (not so sure about that one)
3. Kate Winslet (absolutely)
4. Gael Garcia Bernal (um. yes, but I have to exclude Babel from my head because what his character did in that movie was seriously fucked up)
5. Johnny Depp (yep)
6. Cary Grant (yep)
7. Humphry Bogart (yep)

7 People I want to do this
I think they’ve all been tagged by NME so I’ll take my cue from her and do celebrities on this one
1. Martha Stewart (make that Rosie O’Donnell)
2. Martin Freeman (yep)
3. Louis Theroux (yep)
4. Terry Gross (in my dreams)
5. Steve Burns (I love his cd, seriously)  (Steve Burns?  What?  That steam burns?  No!!! Steve Burns!!!  OH, Steve Burns!)  Oh good god help me.
6. Beck
7. Carson from Queer Eye (love him) (OK, not so much anymore)

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*Can I just say that I miss the hell out of you guys?  I know I’m the last one to talk about not posting comments, believe me.  But weren’t those the good ‘ole days?  When everyone somehow had the time to send a little note to each other?  So here’s what I’m going to do about it.  Every time I read an entry I’m going to come up with something; anything to say to let you guys know I’m reading and that I care about what’s going on in all of your lives.  Because it’s true, I do care a great deal, I am reading, and I miss our discourse. 

Have a fab holiday weekend everybody…see you Tuesday.

This morning I was downstairs in the office with Ellis and Kent when Ellis grabbed a handful of small round magnets from the side of the file cabinet.  You know, the kind with words like "dream", "imagine", "wiggle your nose just right and the world is yours".  He walked around with these for a second while I asked him in vein to make a better choice and put them back.  The toddler that he is, he took to mean; run to the closed door and bang on it so mommy will open it and I can run away as quickly as possible with said choking hazards firmly in my palms.  So I said "Ellis, I’m going to count to 5 and by the time I get to 5 I want you to give the magnets back to me.  One…."   At which point he sat down dropped the magnets on the floor and began to count them right along with me.

Ellis laughing from katiemagic on Vimeo

Here it is!  I took the lazy route and used fabric paint instead of appliqué so it was extra easy.  I have to say it feels like quite an accomplishment.  I never thought I could do this.

On a different subject:  Lost!!  My hands were sweating the entire season finale.  It was exceptional.  A few points; Poor Charlie!  Holy crap Walt grew up!  What a shitty fake beard Jack is wearing!* Why did Kate look like she played in her mom’s make-up in the last scene?  Holy crap they contacted Penny!  Jack’s dad is alive now?????  Holy crap Desmond couldn’t get any hotter!

But the last three minutes?  Not so sure about that.  Next season is going to be "Lost: The Aftermath" or what? 

*I just typed  "….beard Charlie is wearing."  Party of Five, why do you haunt me?

Hell has done froze over.  I am sewing things. 

In middle school I lamented having to take home-ec because, duh, I was going to be a rich and famous actress and have people to do all this crap for me.  My 11 year old self would be totally hiding her head and pretending she doesn’t know me.

I don’t know why but the thought of being able to create my own stuff which is actually used and useful is really appealing.  I really want to sew my own cloth diapers, plus as we all know I’m cheep out of necessity!  Wheeee!

For mothers day my mom bought me a beautiful beginner sewing book to get me started.  My first project is bed pockets so I can keep my tiny night table clear of clutter.  It’s far from perfect but not sew (ha! sew many puns) bad I’m going to take the time to re-do any of it.

In other news, Kent participated in a welding rodeo last weekend (!) and ever since he got home Ellis has been wearing his safety glasses.

Very Revenge of the Nerds, no?  Just to balance out the dork here’s a picture of my boy in a skater hat looking way too cool to have a mom who sews.

A couple of years ago I went to a special screening of The Warriors after which the stars of the film held a Q&A session.  During the big beach scene the entire movie theatre had bottles of beer a-clinking on their fingers.  You know you’re jealous.  Anyway, the Fug Girls.

It was a wonderful mothers day.  I got to spend the day with both my son and my mom and spent the morning hiking with Kent.  I hope all of you had a wonderful mothers day too!

Ellis awoke at 4 am this morning asking and signing (just for emphasis you understand) for Blues Clues.  Poor kid inherited the obsessing gene from both sides.  It took me half an hour to get him to go back to sleep. 

Even when I’m a big whiny baby I never really lose sight of the fact that I am phenomenally lucky.  Last weekend we spent the day at the park flying kites and playing while surrounded by sail boats, mountains, the ocean, and sunshine. 

"Ide!"

"Yaygo, Ky!"

 "Nake!"

Not our kite but super cool, no?

Last weekend I was:

a. late; b. puking; c. really, really, tired; d. peeing every five f-ing minutes; e. hopeful.

Monday I was a. bleeding; b. crying

It would have made the decision for us, if it had actually happened.  I think maybe I was so hopeful (and stressed, don’t forget stressed, maybe someday I can tell you about it) that my body reacted to the hope and delayed the inevitable.

We’re not trying.  But if money weren’t an issue we would be.  So instead of the perfect accident at the perfect time (wow, we took precautions it must be written in the stars, I said to myself) there will be many lengthy discussions and probably tears and talk of me working full time away from the home if necessary to afford another child.

So tonight, after this third glass of wine, and the emotional porn that is Grey’s Anatomy, I say a hearty Fuck You to Aunt Flow and try to forget the possibility that I felt a week ago.