Sunday, June 21, 2020

Happy Father's Day - 3 special Dads


Today I remember and celebrate 
3 special Dads
over 3 generations...
my Dad in heaven,
my husband, PaulA,
and 
my son-in-law, Austin.

Being a dad is a 
 BIG JOB
that pays GREAT

with
love and smiles.


Today I'm remembering my Dad

 and his famous line...
“Who loves Dad? Raise your hand.” 
As kids, 
my brother, two sisters and I 
could be busy doing our homework or watching television, 
but whenever he would enter the room and say, 
“Who loves Dad...raise your hand?”…
we would automatically raise our hands 
and keep on doing what we were doing.


Anywhoooo....


Happy Father's day to PaulA 
aka
Chelsea, Colin and Brianna's Dad.

PaulA...
a man who has been a pillar 
of love, 
strength and 
balance.
hang on kids

A Dad always there for them in every way
always loving, supportive and a great role model
PLUS
the best dead guy at a kid's birthday party.




And Happy Father’s Day to Austin
aka
Ansley and Presley’s Dad.
2.5 years into the Dad role and 
Austin's got it down perfectly...
down to an "A" and a "P."

A Dad always involved
ready to 
read,


snuggle, 




play
as a human jungle gym,

and 
the ultimate 
pancake provider.


Who Loves Dad...  
raise your hand?


Wednesday, June 10, 2020

BREAKING BAD...habits

“They say” it takes approximately 
66 days 
for a new behavior to become automatic…
and a new habit to form.

I’m thinking PaulA is a habit now…14,111 days
a good habit...I ain't breaking.

I’ve easily been at home
over 66 days 
and noticed I’ve broken some old habits
and made some new ones.  

Since mid-March, 
I have not bought 
one item of clothing or 
one pair of shoes for myself.  
You just know, my inner Imelda Marcos is solely missed.
I may, however, have bought a couple/few/more things online for 
sweets Ansley and Presley…
just to keep my credit card company happy. 

I'm not a shopaholic…
chocoholic maybe
or a clothes hound...
although it is fun to sniff out a good deal at a store.
I do admit, however, to getting something new 
every once/twice/thrice in a while.

But since Covid,
I have walked by the 12 South shops in Nashville and 
 had no urge to go in.  
Not because I’m afraid of getting clothed with the Coronavirus 
but because I feel like I’m all set with clothes.  
I’ve been wearing the Covid uniform for so long, 
yoga pants and workout wear, 
that all the clothes in my closet are like brand new.  
Now when I look in my closet…I no longer think…there’s nothing in there. 
Now I’m like...
"Hi there light blue gauzy shirt 
that goes great with my white pants …
I forgot about you. 
You are so cute. 
Get on me."


And crazy enough...
the cosmo is no longer written in the stars.
I haven’t had a cosmo in months. 

The cosmo was my go to drink...  
not a to-go drink…
cuz if I was carrying a to-go cosmo around town..
Houston/Nashville we have a problem.

Could I be breaking bad 
habits? 


Anywhooo…

Since Covid, Paul and I have a new routine.
After dinner we get lost and 
found in front of the tv screen...
a coupla Netflix regulars.
We’ve been flexing our Netflix muscle through a series of series... 
currently watching "Broadchurch."
We try to show a little self restraint with
binge Flixing 
but
our Netflix habit real.


And so is our Klondike habit.
Klondike bars are so easily habit forming, 
they should come with a warning.
I probably formed a Klondike habit in record speed...
definitely didn’t need the average 66 days.
Who knew I was better than average?

Paul and I started cutting them in half so we could share...
half the guilt.
I would cut the bar, careful to get each side perfectly even 
but sometimes accidentally (on purpose?) 
one side would be a little larger.  
I would, of course, take the larger half.  

But PaulA caught on to my shenanigans.  
and he laid down PaulA law with a new decree.  
"Thoust person who cuts the bar in half, 
doth NOT get to choose a side."  
So seeing I couldn’t cut it perfectly even
even to my own liking..
I would let him cut the Klondike….and then I would chose. 
I'm choosing left. 


Of course,
PaulA got really good at cutting perfectly even halves. 
He was barely off by an eighth of an inch…
but who’s measuring Klondikes with a ruler?

66 days in and
we are
creatures of 
new and old... 
good and bad
habits.

But
for this Kat, 
it's mostly
Breaking Bad 
habits…
and making other bad habits.

Better Call Saul

Friday, June 5, 2020

Happy Birthday Brianna

Sweet, Smart, Beautiful, Fun, Big-Hearted
Young Breezy 

is 29 years old today.


Ahhhh 29…the last of Brianna’s roaring 20’s celebrations...
down the hatch.



Having a birthday during a pandemic 
certainly puts a damper on a big celebration with friends
 so this year her birthday will definitely be quieter and more subdued.
No roaring 20s jazz hands…
but between Christian, PaulA and I…
we hope to have a hand in making it special for the ultimate party girl.


Bri has always been the utmost birthday planner.  
She became an "event planner" at age 5.  

She would start planning her big day after the countdown of the new year…
deciding on a theme and the honored guest list...
kinda like a Studio 54 list...
but no Sylvester Stalone or Farrah Fawcett...
just her cool peeps.





During Covid, people are always looking for ways 
to make birthdays fun and different….
but short of zoom greetings and drive-by parades….
it’s usually a few balloons short of a popping good time. 

But for Brianna, we've pulled out all the stops.
We've arranged a full moon.  
Not your run-of-the-mill full moon…
but a strawberry moon.
I know I make it look easy.

Love you to the Strawberry Moon and beyond, Brianna.


Anywhoo...


I can’t wait til we get back to the way we were…
BC (Before Covid)
celebrating bdays shoulder-to-shoulder…
6 inches apart, not 6 feet...
giving birthday hugs.

Zoom is great…
but it's hard wrapping your arms around a screen.
It isn’t quite the same.  
My laptop is not that cuddly.

During this time more than ever, 
we’ve come to appreciate what we have. 
We no longer need all the things we thought we needed. 
We can get by with less.
Less hoopla. Less pomp. Less circumstance.
And that shift allows us to focus on what’s really important.  
Faith. Family. Friends. 
And maybe a few Firecrackers…for a little bang. 

This evening PaulA and I will be staring at that 
strawberry moon over the water and 
remembering Bri 29 years ago 
when she came into the world…
making our family complete.

Remembering that special time in the hospital after she was born….
just us 3
Bri, PaulA and me...
graced with God’s masterpiece...
a cherub with a peaches and cream complexion.
Our first hours together...
a quiet time...
counting fingers and toes,
gazing into her beautiful face 
in awe and wonder 
and

falling completely and deeply in LOVE.


We are so happy to be with Brianna on her birthday.
It's all about LOVE.
Plain and Simple.
No frills.
A perfect pandemic birthday. 
Happy Birthday Brianna