Day Sixty-Eight: Lost It, Have It

This video has inspired me to take a picture of myself with the sign. It’s a fun little video because all the students are giggly and a little embarrassed. I want to get pictures of my friends with similar signs and post them on here if I can…..we’ll see. Friends? Any volunteers? I would love to have a picture of you. :)

Maybe you have it, you have friends that have it, or you plan on having it. Talk about sex. It’s not evil, so why hide it?

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Day Sixty-Seven: First Spring Calf!!

little red calf, who's your daddy?

I’m honestly surprised how close she allowed me to get to her, but this has a lot to do with her mother not giving a whip and feeding her face. Her mother is the black horned cow with the white underside you see over top of the calf.

There are two completely black bulls in the field with She-Daisy…I have no idea how that cow came out red. It probably has a lot to do with who’s mama the black bulls are, because they came from red and black cows. She will probably get darker as she grows older.

When I sent him the picture of the calf, Kit commented that her legs were meaty. I have no idea what counts as a “meaty calf leg”,but I suppose they are well built. She’s a tiny calf next to the grown cows and she looks a bit scrawny, but I think she will fatten up on milk and pretty soon she’ll start picking and decides if she likes all the new foods that her new world offers.

The calf looks a tad pissy, but she was really just curious why I was kneeling down next to her. She was looking around a lot and kept getting under hoof of the other cows who in turn kicked or nudged her out of the way with horns. Ya gotta love a family like that.

I suppose she was born yesterday or early this morning. Congratulations, She-Daisy!

Day Sixty-Six: My Last Name…Lost

broken key chain

Somewhere between my house and driving to Illinois (Ill-ah-noise) I broke my key chain. You may be scoffing to yourself ‘what a huge deal, the world cannot continue spinning, Kat!’

It’s not that big of a deal, but it really did mean a lot to me. I have had my initials keychain since I was 15. Stop scoffing, six years is a lot if you’re barely over two decades.
It was a gift from my at-the-time boyfriend who had made it for me in his woodshop class (cliche, no?). He tried multiple times and kept cutting the corners too close and broke off the letters. This was a labor of love and obsession, or perhaps just a labor of boredom and assignment.

Me and that guy have since parted ways, and therefore it holds little value based on the giver but I still cherish that it was handmade and has ALWAYS been on my key chain. That little buddy was what made my key chain immediately recognizable in a pile of rings.

I also found this freakishly ominous (not to read too much into it) because I will be graduating soon and there will be a new definition of self as I step into the professional realm. Also, at the end of this summer I will have a new last name, only the last initial broke off.

I have considered finishing the break of my last initial and just leaving the first two. I have also considered getting a new one made, with my new initials. It will be a good conversation starter with people that know my last name. I will answer by saying, “I nabbed it off of some chick in an elevator.”

Day Sixty-Five: Summer Dress

can't wait for warm weather

This is the floor length summer dress that I got from the Indian/Hippie inspired store in the mall. The mall where my brother and sister lives definitely trumps the boring mainstreamed mall that I have near me.

In addition to the pretty (and horribly expensive) store that I got my dress in, there was another hippie store just a few shops down from that one. It was kind of a curiosity, headshop, knick-knack store. I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but most mall stores I go to don’t have an entire rack of incense and holders.

The most fascinating part about the second store was their entire wall of mardi-gras-esque masks. We whimsically pulled almost every single one off the hooks and tried them on. My sister and I decided we need to have a masquerade of some sort. My fiance vetoed the masquerade wedding (darn!), but I think it would be fun to do something like that as a party without having to go to Louisiana mid-semester.

The light is a little funny in this picture. So I took a detailed one so you could see just how pretty the colors are.

purples, blues and sparklies, oh my!

I cannot wait to wear this once the weather gets warm! I’m so excited!!
I believe I have decided which internship I will take. You better believe I will be packing this dress and bringing it with me to wear on my days off. This is a perfect downtown festival wandering around dress!

Day Sixty-Four: Tour de Campus

inspiring picnic shelter

While I was in Illinois my brother had to take class (his spring break is next week). So, while we waited for him to get out of class, Befflets and I roamed Southern Illinois University’s campus.

I am so jealous. In the middle of campus there is a pretty sizable man-made lake [pictured in background]. I told my sister that I would be out there every day between classes just floating in a kayak. Oh, recreation majors :)

I sincerely hope the students use it whether it be for water sports, meditation/reflection, or hanging out while grilling out. It was just so pretty! There was of course a boat barn on one side of the lake which I assume rents its canoes to any student with a little cash.

Pictured, is the fun looking hex-picnic shelter. I had to take a picture and swore to my sister if I ever have to develop a recreational area in my administrative future I would want it to be pretty to look at like that one. I’m sure it costs a whole heck of a lot more than a squared off A-frame roof.

Day Sixty-Three: Road Trip Excitment

signs were the only interesting thing

You can’t have spring break without going somewhere. Even if it is as mundane as visiting the city park, you have to tell folks you did something over spring break.

I drove to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Illinois. It was a long long long and did I mention looooonnnng boring drive down the parkway to get there. Sadly, there is nothing to look at because most of the landscape looks the same.

I did, however, pass by the exit for my fiance’s hometown.
Princeton metro *snicker* and home of the Cougars *outright laughter*

It made me happy to see it and lots of other silly towns, counties and creek names. I passed through one county and got part of a song stuck in my head for a few miles.

Yay for roadtrips and a riding in a reliable vehicle for the duration!

Day Sixty-Two: A 2 Dog Night

warm toes in those PJs

With the pouring rain and the cold temperatures tonight I decided on the full body footed PJs.
These are my Christmas pajamas that I got from Kit last December. I got to wear them Christmas morning and they were wicked cool/warm. If you can’t tell, they have Eeyore on them. I gave him PJs for xmas too, but his were slightly less dorky. His are green checkered flannel pants.

I wish my snuggle bunny was at home. Then I wouldn’t have to wear my super warm PJs.
These pajamas are especially cool (besides design) because they have Eeyore on them. Definitely the coolest character on the Winnie the Pooh show/books/other media-crap. We have a burro that was rescued and the name he came home with was Eeyore. He never loses his tail, but he loves for his ear and forehead to be scratched. What a softie!

Snuggling into my covers now, goodnight!