On this Wednesday, I share with you:
1. Our Fox channel here in Birmingham, spotlighted my church recently and talked to our pastor about what we call The Radical Experiment. I know it's reached people across the U.S. and around the world because we hear stories from those people and pray for those people every Sunday. I have to say I'm humbled by what I'm seeing God do throughout this process and very thankful that I'm being led by such a man as David Platt, along with other men who have a passionate commitment to making disciples of all nations. Click here to see the news package and here if you have 24:06 to watch the raw video of his interview.
2. If you haven't gotten Dave Barnes' Christmas album "A Very Merry Christmas", you need to drop what you are doing and go to iTunes or Dave Barnes' website and get it NOW. Seriously. My Christmas music collection never knew what it was missing until baby came along. His original songs are amazing and his version of "The Christmas Song" is chasing Avalon's for best version ever made. And his video for "Christmas Tonight" has everything, including Jennifer Lowe Hewitt. Watch it now.
3. If you didn't see my post about fashionABLE or if you did and don't remember where you can get a scarf, go here. Y'all they are cutie-patooty and are for a great cause. I just ordered mine Monday and can't wait for it to arrive.
4. Annie Downs' book, From Head To Foot, comes out in SEVEN days, people. That's exciting. It's her first and I know it won't be her last. It's geared toward teenage girls but I know the themes in her book will touch all women, young and old. This is a writer I admire so so much, who inspires me to take hold of what God has for me, and who I consider one of my spiritual heroes. If you have a teenage girl in your life who is facing or about to face those tough, yucky teenage-y years, this would be a great gift for her.
5. If you haven't seen the video for David Crowder's song, "Shine", consider this your Christmas gift from me.
6. And what's an editioni of Blog-Linkity Goodness without a link to SCL. Jon Acuff hit the nail on the head with this serious Wednesday post about when things in life don't go exactly as you planned.
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Ode To My Cowboy Boots
Oh, dear cowboy bootsHow I love you so.
I fought it for a sweet forever,
but it's time I let you know.
Wearing you denies my own fashion instincts,
yet you've become my most comfortable shoe,
It's like you're hugging my feet.
I'm ashamed to say that it's so,
I shall never let you go.
Oh, dear cowboy boots,
How I love you so.
(These aren't my boots, but they sure are cute.)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Just Call Me The Bag Lady
I have a problem.
It seems that when I buy things, especially more than one thing (e.i., buy two get one free), stores want to give me things for free. And most of the time those free things are bags, totes if you will.
This would be okay if I did already have a mound of bags (totes, duffles, purses) already in my cardboard box of a room. There is no room. No room. At the inn in Bethlehem. Or should I say, in the place called Katie's room.
And don't get me wrong. The blame is not all on the sales clerk. It's mostly mine. I have a slight obsession. I don't need things to be free to acquire them.
However, imagine my delighted dismay when I went to Bath & Body Works to buy a new thing (tube, bottle, container?) of lotion because BBW is the only kind I will settle for. I usually only get one but they were having this buy two get one free thing and well, I just got my refund check, so I thought I'd go for it and stock up.
Well when I get to the cash register, the nice girl asks me to pick out a tote, to which I confirm that it was free of course.
So now this is what my room looks like:
I'm drowning in a see of baggage. Luggage? Bags. Someone throw me a life preserver.
The pink zebra-esque bag you see on the top was my free gift. It zips into a small 4x4 little clutch-looking thing. It's pretty cool. I'll probably never use it.
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Did anyone see American Idol last night? And did anyone see the judges do the unspeakable and bring back Tatiana?
American Idol judges,
I think I'm speaking on behalf of America when I say, we made the right decision the first time around. We don't need you undoing things. We all agree that the girl can sing. However, some things are just not meant to be. And because of her annoying and overwhelming personality, Tatiana just isn't meant to be.
Utterly annoying in Birmingham,
Katie
I try not to think that producers of shows like this go to great lengths to make drama but I think last night the AI producers just showed their true colors.
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(You might have seen this last night on Facebook but I feel it should be duplicated.)
Dear writers of LOST,
I thought this season would be a season of revelation. It seems as though I was wrong. Again. I am again, as they would say, "lost" and I would appreciate some help.
Dazed and confused,
Katie
It seems that when I buy things, especially more than one thing (e.i., buy two get one free), stores want to give me things for free. And most of the time those free things are bags, totes if you will.
This would be okay if I did already have a mound of bags (totes, duffles, purses) already in my cardboard box of a room. There is no room. No room. At the inn in Bethlehem. Or should I say, in the place called Katie's room.
And don't get me wrong. The blame is not all on the sales clerk. It's mostly mine. I have a slight obsession. I don't need things to be free to acquire them.
However, imagine my delighted dismay when I went to Bath & Body Works to buy a new thing (tube, bottle, container?) of lotion because BBW is the only kind I will settle for. I usually only get one but they were having this buy two get one free thing and well, I just got my refund check, so I thought I'd go for it and stock up.
Well when I get to the cash register, the nice girl asks me to pick out a tote, to which I confirm that it was free of course.
So now this is what my room looks like:
I'm drowning in a see of baggage. Luggage? Bags. Someone throw me a life preserver.The pink zebra-esque bag you see on the top was my free gift. It zips into a small 4x4 little clutch-looking thing. It's pretty cool. I'll probably never use it.
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Did anyone see American Idol last night? And did anyone see the judges do the unspeakable and bring back Tatiana?
American Idol judges,
I think I'm speaking on behalf of America when I say, we made the right decision the first time around. We don't need you undoing things. We all agree that the girl can sing. However, some things are just not meant to be. And because of her annoying and overwhelming personality, Tatiana just isn't meant to be.
Utterly annoying in Birmingham,
Katie
I try not to think that producers of shows like this go to great lengths to make drama but I think last night the AI producers just showed their true colors.
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(You might have seen this last night on Facebook but I feel it should be duplicated.)
Dear writers of LOST,
I thought this season would be a season of revelation. It seems as though I was wrong. Again. I am again, as they would say, "lost" and I would appreciate some help.
Dazed and confused,
Katie
Monday, December 8, 2008
Are you going to wear that?
Hand-me-downs.
Love them or hate them, there's always one diamond in the rough.
Being a second child, I got my fair share of hand-me-downs. With seven older girl cousins and one older sister, I was bound to get some "gently worn clothing" soon enough, right? The problem was getting them while they were still in style.
I can remember getting bags full of unwanted clothing every so often. Sometimes it came from my mom's sisters' girls, sometimes my only cousin on my dad's side, and sometimes just friends of my mom's who were looking to get stuff out of their house (so they thought our house was the perfect place to send it).
When I was in elementary school, I was a cheerleader for Halloween three years in a row because I had inherited old Hillcrest cheerleading uniforms from some girls from our church (I guess?) and insisted on being a Cougar cheerleader over...and over...and over again.
Getting sacks of clothes from my cousins on my mom's side was like Christmas morning. I'm not saying that my family was poor by any means, but my cousins were definitely better off in the money area than we were. They had the "real" clothes. The "cool" clothes. The "pricey" brands like J. Crew and Banana Republic. (I didn't even know there was such a thing until later in life.) I was lucky to find a few outfits from those nig black garbage bags.
I remember one time we actually went to my aunt's house and raided her daughters' closets. It was like my own personal shopping spree. I was in fashion heaven.
Later on, when I was in middle school, maybe starting high school, my mom's friend's daughter, who had just finished her rounds for OT school, sent over a load of stuff for me. Just for me! I recall it contained a good amount of khaki shorts and skirts, from J. Crew no less. I was set for life. Or at least until the next year.
The giving went on through college. I had several friends who would just "get bored" with certain items of clothing, and in my own nonchalant, unselfish, non-mooching way, I would just suggest that I take the items off their hands. Score!
However, there was this one time, right after I graduated from undergrad and was starting grad school, a friend (or friend-of-a-friend or acquaitence...whatev) was getting rid of a pair of jeans. She had grown out of them for some reason, weight loss, weight gain, who cares. She gave them to my roommate/best friend and thus I was presented with a pair of "gently worn" jeans which became my new favorite pair of jeans.
The brand was L.E.I., a brand I was familiar with but had never worn before. But oh my, these jeans became a part of me. I wore them everywhere and with everything. They were so comfortable, I would take naps in them. And y'all, Katie does not nap in jeans. Sweatpants, yes. Jeans, no.
Then one day, this friend/acquaitence/friend-of-a-friend...(duh duh duh) ASKED FOR THEM BACK! It seemed that she had lost weight/gained weight and had no other pair of jeans to fit into.
I know what you are thinking...INDIAN GIVER!!!! I know I did. But I, in my humblest and most gracious attitude, obliged and gave them back. But not without a few tears shed first. (But for those who are wondering, I did find a new favorite pair of jeans. American Eagle. Mucho comfortable which we replaced with another pair of the same kind after my dog Randi chewed the crotch out of the original pair. But that's a WHOLE different post.)
In recent years, I've realized what a blessing it is to be the same size as my mom and have such a hip and trendy mom at that. We have our own little hand-me-down system. A little homeland trade, if you will.
It's good stuff.
I've got three sacks of hand-me-downs sitting in my trunk as we speak. I just have to find a good home for them.
Any takers?
I might just take them to Salvation Army or find a women's shelter give them to.
Who knows.
Love them or hate them, there's always one diamond in the rough.
Being a second child, I got my fair share of hand-me-downs. With seven older girl cousins and one older sister, I was bound to get some "gently worn clothing" soon enough, right? The problem was getting them while they were still in style.
I can remember getting bags full of unwanted clothing every so often. Sometimes it came from my mom's sisters' girls, sometimes my only cousin on my dad's side, and sometimes just friends of my mom's who were looking to get stuff out of their house (so they thought our house was the perfect place to send it).
When I was in elementary school, I was a cheerleader for Halloween three years in a row because I had inherited old Hillcrest cheerleading uniforms from some girls from our church (I guess?) and insisted on being a Cougar cheerleader over...and over...and over again.
Getting sacks of clothes from my cousins on my mom's side was like Christmas morning. I'm not saying that my family was poor by any means, but my cousins were definitely better off in the money area than we were. They had the "real" clothes. The "cool" clothes. The "pricey" brands like J. Crew and Banana Republic. (I didn't even know there was such a thing until later in life.) I was lucky to find a few outfits from those nig black garbage bags.
I remember one time we actually went to my aunt's house and raided her daughters' closets. It was like my own personal shopping spree. I was in fashion heaven.
Later on, when I was in middle school, maybe starting high school, my mom's friend's daughter, who had just finished her rounds for OT school, sent over a load of stuff for me. Just for me! I recall it contained a good amount of khaki shorts and skirts, from J. Crew no less. I was set for life. Or at least until the next year.
The giving went on through college. I had several friends who would just "get bored" with certain items of clothing, and in my own nonchalant, unselfish, non-mooching way, I would just suggest that I take the items off their hands. Score!
However, there was this one time, right after I graduated from undergrad and was starting grad school, a friend (or friend-of-a-friend or acquaitence...whatev) was getting rid of a pair of jeans. She had grown out of them for some reason, weight loss, weight gain, who cares. She gave them to my roommate/best friend and thus I was presented with a pair of "gently worn" jeans which became my new favorite pair of jeans.
The brand was L.E.I., a brand I was familiar with but had never worn before. But oh my, these jeans became a part of me. I wore them everywhere and with everything. They were so comfortable, I would take naps in them. And y'all, Katie does not nap in jeans. Sweatpants, yes. Jeans, no.
Then one day, this friend/acquaitence/friend-of-a-friend...(duh duh duh) ASKED FOR THEM BACK! It seemed that she had lost weight/gained weight and had no other pair of jeans to fit into.
I know what you are thinking...INDIAN GIVER!!!! I know I did. But I, in my humblest and most gracious attitude, obliged and gave them back. But not without a few tears shed first. (But for those who are wondering, I did find a new favorite pair of jeans. American Eagle. Mucho comfortable which we replaced with another pair of the same kind after my dog Randi chewed the crotch out of the original pair. But that's a WHOLE different post.)
In recent years, I've realized what a blessing it is to be the same size as my mom and have such a hip and trendy mom at that. We have our own little hand-me-down system. A little homeland trade, if you will.
It's good stuff.
I've got three sacks of hand-me-downs sitting in my trunk as we speak. I just have to find a good home for them.
Any takers?
I might just take them to Salvation Army or find a women's shelter give them to.
Who knows.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Ah, Nostalgia...cough, cough
Careful not to choke. It's often a dangerous thing.
I'm a memory person. I remember EVERYTHING. Just ask my family. They are often amazed at the things I remember and the details that are stuck in my mind of things. So many things have memories attached - movies, songs, places, sayings. So many things. So, often I find myself wandering off into a catatonic stage of nostalgia, remembering certain times with certain people, certain friends, and thinking, "Those were fun times," or "Wow, I really thought I was happy then."
So have you ever wanted one of those moments back? Have you ever waited so long for something or someone to come around and when it finally does, you're just over it? Do you find yourself just shrugging and walking away? This happened to me the other day, and I can't explain to you the feelings of joy and pride I had when I realized that I was actually over something. I was completely done with the situation. Dunzo. I think I've been done with it for quite a while now, going on about a year and a half maybe, but to see that actual completeness and closure right in front of me, was so great. I was truly proud of myself for finally seeing that I can move on with my life.
As most people know, or as I hope most people know, God gets the glory and praise and thanks for anything that happens to me in my life. I've realized more in the past three years than anytime in my life that God takes people out of you life for certain reasons, just like he puts other people in your life for other reasons. I've had several people taken out of my life in the past few years for various reasons, and although, I'm sad for some, others I have to really thank God for. A couple of these people are still somewhat in my life, but they play no considerable role whatsoever. They do not affect my everyday life anymore, and I count that as a blessing. I truly believe that if God hadn't stepped, as he's so great to do, and taken those people out of my life, and taken me out of those situations, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
So, thanks God, for never giving me more than I can handle, and providing a way out, whether through my own choice or your intervention.
In other news...
This weekend was a pretty successful weekend in my sports world. The Samford volleyball team won their ninth straight match (the longest win streak since 1991) and are now 15-2 (the best start ever). The Samford football Bulldogs won their first game against a SoCon opponent (it's our first year in the conference) and the Mississippi State Bulldogs didn't lose. I mean they didn't play, but still they didn't lose.
On the other hand, I stayed up way past my bedtime last night to watch 12 innings of complete crap as the Red Sox choked in game 3 against the Angels. Five and a half hours is not an acceptable game time for any sport. I'm hoping they get it together and finish it tonight. And I know the announcers have a job to do in informing the audience of the streaks and records and other things like that but they keep jinxing the game when they talk about it. Oh, and someone needs to teach Craig Sager how to dress. He kills me every night with the mint green and pink and orange coats and purple striped ties and oh boy. I'm sure he wears what he wears so that the cameras can spot him easily in the crowd but still...
That's all I've got for now. Until next time...
I'm a memory person. I remember EVERYTHING. Just ask my family. They are often amazed at the things I remember and the details that are stuck in my mind of things. So many things have memories attached - movies, songs, places, sayings. So many things. So, often I find myself wandering off into a catatonic stage of nostalgia, remembering certain times with certain people, certain friends, and thinking, "Those were fun times," or "Wow, I really thought I was happy then."
So have you ever wanted one of those moments back? Have you ever waited so long for something or someone to come around and when it finally does, you're just over it? Do you find yourself just shrugging and walking away? This happened to me the other day, and I can't explain to you the feelings of joy and pride I had when I realized that I was actually over something. I was completely done with the situation. Dunzo. I think I've been done with it for quite a while now, going on about a year and a half maybe, but to see that actual completeness and closure right in front of me, was so great. I was truly proud of myself for finally seeing that I can move on with my life.
As most people know, or as I hope most people know, God gets the glory and praise and thanks for anything that happens to me in my life. I've realized more in the past three years than anytime in my life that God takes people out of you life for certain reasons, just like he puts other people in your life for other reasons. I've had several people taken out of my life in the past few years for various reasons, and although, I'm sad for some, others I have to really thank God for. A couple of these people are still somewhat in my life, but they play no considerable role whatsoever. They do not affect my everyday life anymore, and I count that as a blessing. I truly believe that if God hadn't stepped, as he's so great to do, and taken those people out of my life, and taken me out of those situations, I wouldn't be the person I am today.
So, thanks God, for never giving me more than I can handle, and providing a way out, whether through my own choice or your intervention.
In other news...
This weekend was a pretty successful weekend in my sports world. The Samford volleyball team won their ninth straight match (the longest win streak since 1991) and are now 15-2 (the best start ever). The Samford football Bulldogs won their first game against a SoCon opponent (it's our first year in the conference) and the Mississippi State Bulldogs didn't lose. I mean they didn't play, but still they didn't lose.
On the other hand, I stayed up way past my bedtime last night to watch 12 innings of complete crap as the Red Sox choked in game 3 against the Angels. Five and a half hours is not an acceptable game time for any sport. I'm hoping they get it together and finish it tonight. And I know the announcers have a job to do in informing the audience of the streaks and records and other things like that but they keep jinxing the game when they talk about it. Oh, and someone needs to teach Craig Sager how to dress. He kills me every night with the mint green and pink and orange coats and purple striped ties and oh boy. I'm sure he wears what he wears so that the cameras can spot him easily in the crowd but still...
That's all I've got for now. Until next time...
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