Oh Bethie… you are a disturbing one. After watching this again I must say, THAT AIN’T RIGHT!!
I get ahead of myself…
- Is he wearing nylons?
- Notice about halfway through when his leotard separates from his skin just a little too much…
- Speaking of leotards, where did he find one that big?
- What is he waving around? Is that his tighty whities??? EWW!
- No man that big is hung like THAT.
Insert shudder here –>_______<–
This is the time of year when I always seem to get a little weary of the cold weather. The mornings start with cold feet in the bathroom and shrugging on the coat to go outside, scrape the windshield, and turn on the heat. By the time I shuffle into work my pants, which are inevitably too long, are wet and cruddy looking from the dirty water/salt combo, and my mood is typically as frigid as the temperature outside.
Tonight, on the brink of Kentucky’s annual snow storm (yes, there is generally only one), I have decided to blog the things that make me warm.
Funky socks. No not funky, stinky socks; funky funny socks. Sometimes they are fuzzy and pink, other times sparkly and red. Tonight they are especially funky – the pink and white Curves socks (with zippered pocket – yes, on a sock) that seem to multiply in my sock drawer. Thanks Mom!
Red wine. What is it about red wine that warms the insides so? I have been slowly (surprising, I know) nursing a glass all evening. I love the way it wraps around one’s tongue and creates the slightest of warm burns down one’s throat. Red wine, like no other, forces the tension out of a person’s shoulders and allows them to concentrate on all the things that make them warm. Like…
A nice hot bath. Yes, this one literally makes you warm, but what is it about a hot bath on a cold night that feels so good? You know those nights; when the cold seeps into your bones and you feel like nothing will ever draw it out. My friends, all you have to do is draw a bath. Mine is especially nice with its cavernous depth and hot tub jets. Can anyone guess what I am going to do tonight?
Blogging. I love blogging. What makes me even more cozy inside is logging in and finding bunches of happy comments. Nothing warms my soul like friends!
So, what are you waiting for?
Here it is. My new blog. It is true that I have been stuck on a new blog name for some time. But wait no more, friends. Fourth Quarter Katie is here. There is exactly one person on the face of this Earth that will get that; and surprisingly, that person is not Beth (or Ari or E-beth or Jen or Abby). That one person is Jon. Now let me explain.
This past weekend after the burst water pipe debacle (details to come), Jon and I headed up to Cincinnati. I had never been to IKEA and he had never been to Dave and Buster’s; so it was a good choice for us each to be able to introduce someone to a place we love and experience something new in one day’s time.
As we approached IKEA, I knew I was in for something grand. I had no idea how grand it could be. Those of you who have been there know what I am talking about. Those of you who haven’t, well… anytime you want to go, just give me a call. Two hours later, as our cart was full of treasures and our tummies were devoid of everything, we decided to head out.
From there we went to the hotel where upon check-in we were greeted with cries of joy and free breakfast because I was wearing a Ravens jersey. The Ravens were scheduled to play the Steelers that night and if there is anything a Bengals fan hates, it is the Pittsburg Steelers. They asked us to make a ruckus in the hotel bar, but we had a more festive game watching locale in mind – Dave and Busters.
Once we got to the bar and began watching the game I warned Jon that fourth quarter Katie was a pretty hard chick to deal with. We watched and drank and cheered, played games and ate and lamented as the Raven’s season drew to a close.
The next day we visited a place that was new to both of us – Jungle Jim’s. For those of you who don’t watch the travel channel, Food Network or the History channel, Jungle Jim’s is a ginormous grocery store. Six acres of food is their slogan, I believe. It was crazy, unbelievable, and beautiful for foodies like us.
Back in Lexington, Jon gave me his reflections on the small trip we had taken. One of those was that fourth quarter Katie isn’t nearly as bad as she thinks she is.
So enters my blog title. This got me thinking; more than it should, but then again that is me. What is it that is so descriptive of the fourth quarter? Well, as I see it, the fourth quarter is the time in the game where it all comes down to the wire. It is the time that teams, players, fans, and coaches show their willingness to persevere. Will you sputter and accede failure or will you rise to the challenge and acknowledge winning as the only option? Does victory seep into your bones and make you someone you don’t recognize or does loss make you stronger than you knew?
This is what I intend to find out. And boys and girls, I hope you stick around to find out with me.
We are all familiar with the phrase, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” I am still sitting here debating on which way to go with this. I have found that in some ways yes, the more things change, the more they do stay the same. But the stubborn teenager (and there is still a lot of her) left in me wants to shout, “Damnit! No it doesn’t!” After a move, job change, and divorce I find that I am still surrounded by glasses in various stages of use scattered through the house, anxiety at work, and deep reflection on who I am and who I want to be.
Okay, I give. Here is a teaser… It is a GREAT story. That’s all you get. :)
