chasing sanity

 

It’s been one of those weeks. I can’t seem to stop the flow of tears and it probably has something to do with being overworked and underslept, oh, and being a woman with woman hormones hasn’t helped my case either. Four more days and I’ll be back on the beaches of the 619 (that’s San Diego for those of you who aren’t down with my lingo). My little heart just can’t wait for such a well deserved vaycay and Honey can’t wait for me to be a normal person again. I laced up my running shoes this morning and set out in search of a little dose of sanity, and thank goodness, I found some. It’s amazing what some alone time and a lot of sweating can do for a girl like me. Wednesday, please get here quickly.

XO,

Kait

one time, when we went to a Jazz game…

 

You can’t actually be a true Salt Lake City “downtowner” unless you root for the Utah Jazz. I’m pretty sure it’s stated somewhere in the city guide (whatever that is).

Honey and I are Jazz fans. Duh. And we’ve got a whole lotta passion. So we went to a game the other night and cheered our little hearts out. It was awesome. Not to mention, I high fived C.J. Miles, who we voted MVP of the game, and I’m pretty sure I may have sparked a twinkle in Gordon Hayward’s eyes. Honey got a silent shoutout from past-Jazz player Jeff Hornaceck, which pretty much made his decade, and naturally, despite all of my excitement, I still managed to consume an entire box of red vines. All in all, it was a night to be remembered. And we won. Which is really all that matters. Gooo Jazz!

i wanna be like you

 

I look like my mom. People have always told me that, and I’ve always been just fine with it. My mom is lovely. A beautiful woman in every sense of the word, and a little part of me (or maybe a whole lot of me) loves that I resemble her. Last night, Mom was presented with the 2012 Hilda B. Jones Special Educator of the Year Award, and while there are no words to explain how I truly feel about her, I just can’t believe that this incredible-amazing-inspiring-extraordinary-remarkable-brilliant-woman is my mother (okay, I can totally believe it, but you know what I mean). I just might be THE luckiest girl on the planet because I resemble this crazy-funny-smart-kind-special-woman. As I left the banquet in her honor last night, my heart was full of gratitude for all of the students and professionals within the Special Education field that were recognized, but especially for my mama. Who I look like. But who, most importantly, I am so inspired to BE like.

 

happy birthday, honey.

 

I’m certainly glad you were born, Honeybuns. Without you, life just wouldn’t be nearly as special. You are the Clyde to my Bonnie, the candy to my eye and the best friend I could ever dream of having.

I love you.

xoxo,

Kaitlyn

hey springtime. have a seat and stay awhile.

 

Our bipolar weather decided to grace us with a little taste of Spring this weekend and although I still felt “under the weather”, this sickie sickie sick girl was not about to pass up 60 degrees and a good dose of vitamin D. Oh, sunshine, you make my heart sing. Here’s to hoping this weather will stick around for a bit, or forever, that works too.

Happy Monday!

xo,

Kait