Biography
My name is Kate. And all those words and stuff that were on that page you were just on, well, that is something that I’m trying to pass off as a blog.
I'm 22 years old, a part-time college student and a full time law clerk. I work in the worst kind of law - credit and collections.
I have a 5 year old son named Donovan. Yep, I'm 22, he's 5. Are you doing math right now? I'll save you the trouble - I was 16 when he was born. I'm ok with that, some people aren't. If you're one of those people, I suggest you go read some Republican's blog. You'll be happier and fucking dumber there.
My husband's name is Nik and he usually smells funny and walks like a duck. His voice is unnaturally deep and he makes amazing cheesesteaks. We got engaged in November of '07, and married in September of '08. We're expected our first child together in January of '09. Are you doing math again? My life is full of fun math problems. Again, I'll save you the trouble. I was 5 1/2 months pregnant at our wedding.
I’m from the suburbs of Philadelphia, and even though my city is mean and ugly, I’m proud of it.
This blog doesn’t have a theme. I certainly wouldn’t call it a parenting blog, and it doesn’t really fully fall into any other category, either. My life isn’t particularly exciting, but I find a lot of humor in every day things, and it amuses me to share that with strangers.
I’m widely considered a vicious cynic, and I make snide and catty remarks a lot. I have days where the only thing that gets me past the frustration I feel is making fun of people’s shoes in my head. The truth is, though, that most of the time I want everything to be bright and sunny and pretty. However, the world isn’t a particularly bright and pretty place, so in the end I just go back to making fun of people’s shoes.
Speaking of shoes (transitional sentence, people, obviously) Here are a few of the nutbag things that make me who I am.
• I love Harry Potter with an obsessive and viciously fierce and protective passion. Do not bash The Boy Who Lived or I will fucking cut you.
• I am terrified of things that move unnaturally, included but not limited to: centipedes (GAH), the weird-fuck ballerina chick from that Christina Aguilera video a million years ago, every single thing in Silent Hill, the chick from the Ring.
• I have fabulous taste in shoes, and a tendency to buy fabulous shoes, and then never wear them.
• Despite the dress code, I wear sneakers to work and pretend no one notices. When asked about it, I usually mumble something about a knee injury.
• I can’t dress myself properly to save my life. My mother in law tries to teach me how to dress all the time, and she is still failing spectacularly. I look fine when I go out, but putting together “business casual” is like rocket science to me.
• I really, really, really love margaritas.
• I love bad reality TV.
• I fall a whole bunch.
• I have no talent for writing transitional sentences, as illustrated above.
• I make up words with startling regularity.
And that’s just the tip of the iceberg, folks. As you can see, I am a deep and complicated person, and you may as well just give up hope of understanding my superior intellect. If, however, you feel that you would still like to contact me to tell me that I am, in fact, NOT superior to you, you may do so here
As you were.
