>Rhapsody in Silver and Blue

Posted on July 14, 2008 by Katie

>I am getting ready to have my 10 year high school reunion. Yes. TEN. YEARS. Ugh…

Some days it seems like it was just yesterday that I was a high school student. Oh my goodness, I was caught up in drama and boys and girlfriends and BAND…oh how I loved band…and school newspaper and ball games and boys and spring break and the fight song (“Home of the Silver and the Blue! P-M-H-S….THE BEST!”), prom and did I mention boys? I was ALWAYS with my friends, NEVER worried about much and OFTEN thought I was ready to grow up. I walked those blue halls with blue lockers, and dreamed of the day I would be older and carefree.

Other days that life I used to lead seems like it belonged to someone else. Like it’s the plot of a book I read and loved years ago. The older I get, the less it feels like ME. Because really, there’s no way I was a size twelve or a decent flute player or one of those mouthy girls who walks the mall giggling with her gaggle of girlfriends. That’s not who I was, right? I’ve always been overweight and responsible and tired and out of touch, haven’t I? Geez…

Did I mention that I’m planning my reunion? (Yes, I am a glutton for punishment. Why do you ask?) People keep asking me how I got the job of planning this shindig, and I’m honestly not quite sure. I thought I could help plan the event, since we finally lived in the area again. I got in touch with the Alumni Association at my high school, and was told that no one was working on the reunion. WHAT? No one is planning the reunion? We can’t NOT have a reunion! “I’ll get some people together,” I said, and here I am. I’m not the class president (who should be planning this thing). I wasn’t even one of the cool kids. I’m just some washed up band geek trying to get a party started.

I hope lots of people show up. We have a minimum food and beverage total we have to reach ($2000 – shouldn’t be hard with the cash bar, right?). I hope that I look good. I was too busy planning this thing to get in shape for it. (Okay fine, I haven’t been in shape for anything since I graduated…) I know people have Romy and Michelle delusions about what this reunion might look like, and I hope they’re not pissed when I disappoint them. Do you know how expensive reunions like that are? Maybe in another decade folks…

So in honor of my impending reunion, I wanted to share something with you. This is the poem my Mom and Dad (probably just Mom with Dad’s encouragement) wrote to place in the last issue of the school paper when I graduated. I loved it then, and I still love it today. I think it will be fairly easy to see that we love music in my family…

Princess Katie Diane

From House at Pooh Corner to
Opposites Attract
From Friends in Low Places to
A Boy Like That
From Rockin’ in the Free World to
Rhapsody in Blue
From Love Song for a Savior to
OU812

You’re our perfect Grievous Angel,
you’re our Devil in Disguise
You’re either Manic Monday or you’re
Almost Paradise
You’re such a Groovy Kind of Love, it’s true
Do You Want To Know a Secret?
We’re so proud of you!

Love, Mom & Dad

>I Love the Eighties…

Posted on July 4, 2008 by Katie

>Why would anyone in their right mind leave the house wearing an outfit like this?

Or wearing makeup like this?

Well, for an EIGHTIES NIGHT of course!

As of 5:00 last night, I had no idea what I was going to wear to my friend Lisa’s Eighties Night Bachelorette Party. I popped in my “Katie’s 80’s” mix on the stereo, went to work on my hideous eighties makeup, and the inspiration just flowed.

Matt helped me cut up an old orange shirt I had. The skirt has been in my closet begging to come out for quite some time. I didn’t have bike shorts, but my bermudas worked just fine. And the “Like a Virgin” cross necklace? I picked that up in Houston a few years ago, and finally had the occasion to wear it! What you can’t see in the picture is that I had two pairs of socks scrunched above my pink and yellow Chuck Taylor All-Stars. Top off this stellar outfit with bright turquoise eyeshadow, pink frosty lip gloss and the thickest black eyeliner this side of a trailer park, and you’ve got yourself an eighties princess! 🙂

We went bowling dressed like this. We went out to dinner dressed like this. We went to a bar dressed like this. AND yes, everywhere we went people stared, laughed and pointed, but WHO CARES? We had a great time. We all looked equally stupid, and we loved every minute of it. Who doesn’t love a theme party?

I’m thinking of wearing this outfit to Lisa’s wedding on Saturday. What do you think?

>The Great Panty Caper

Posted on July 1, 2008 by Katie

>Matt and I just went to JC Penny after our movie. I needed unmentionables. (I’m not sure why I’m calling them “unmentionables” in this post. I am most definitely going to mention them…)

I usually don’t mind buying undies. Come on – everyone wears them. It’s no big deal, right? Still, when I have to buy them, I will always buy something else with them (a purse, a pair of shoes, anything) to help divert the attention from the underwear. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid…

I had a lot of trouble finding something else to buy today. I tried a few handbags, but nothing got me excited. I almost bought a cute sundress, but Matt scrunched his nose just enough to make me think I looked like a cow in it. I tried to get Matt to buy a new dress shirt, but he insisted that he didn’t need one. Finally, I put the panties down, and said, “Let’s just go.” He looked at me and said, “Don’t you need those? Isn’t that the reason why we came in here in the first place?”

How do I explain my “No panties left alone” purchasing philosophy? I know it’s dumb…and I didn’t want him to call me out on it, so I sucked it up and bought the panties.

As I walked to the register, I felt that package of undies burning in my palm as if it were a burning coal. I felt like EVERYONE (not exaggerating) in the store was looking at me, and judging me for the panties I was buying. Ugh.

Then we get to the register. There is a sweet looking older woman behind the counter helping someone else. I sighed a little bit. No big deal buying undies from an old lady! I was almost free. Out of NOWHERE this young dude with perfectly coiffed facial hair came to the counter and called me up. NOOOO!!!!! Suddenly I’m 5 years old, at the pool for swimming lessons, being pushed towards the diving board even though I DON’T WANT TO GO!!! I could feel Matt pressing me towards the counter. What could I do? I couldn’t run. I couldn’t throw a fit (although I really wanted to). I had to do it. I had to buy the panties. And I’m going to be honest people: these were not cute, sexy panties. These were BRIEFS! Full on, nude-colored granny panties. The kind of panties that only come out of the drawer on the three or four days of each month that I DON’T WANT TO BE LOOKED AT (let alone touched). At least they were “French Cut”…whatever that means. Oh – and to top it all off? They were on clearance. Yeah. I know. I wear grannys AND I’m cheap. Sexy, isn’t it? (Go on…tell Matt what a lucky guy he is to have a catch like me!)

I am normally really friendly to people at the store (and restaurant, and gas station, etc.), but today I didn’t even look this guy in the eye. I just swiped my card, grabbed my bag, and got the heck out of Dodge. I think I’ll be shopping for underwear online from now on.