Cry For Help: Nashville Edition

I love to travel. LOVE IT.  When I do, it usually looks a lot like this:

However, after a 7-10 day trip...when I get home I feel like this:

That feeling can last anywhere from 3-5 days.  After that, there is about a week of normalcy  and I start all over again.  It's hard to integrate into Nashville while snuggled in bed with Juan Carlos (not pictured here) watching "True Detective".  Nor does it help that I am shuffling around my neighborhood in my jammies looking like Howard Hughes (in his later years) walking said dog.

All of this is a cry for help to my fellow Nashvillians.  Get me out of my pjs.

Love,
Katie

Dread Head

When I wake up in the morning it feels like I am under a lead blanket of dread.  There is absolutely no reason for this except I despise the act of getting up in the morning.  Some would say I was depressed....I'm not.  Once I get going I'm fine.

Juan Carlos forces me to get up and walk and feed him and once that process is done,  the dread is gone.  When I had a part time job (that was really a full time job) I also had the dread, until I got there and got into the swing.

It is absolutely mandatory for someone like me to have a dog or a job or we will literally never leave the bed. Again, do not misunderstand this for depression, it's just a massive love for my bed and a disdain for the morning.

The one exception to this rule is being in a hotel like Trump Soho.  You can roll over and hit this "wake" button and the shades pull back, the lights come on and the day greets you.  Also, room service will bring me poached eggs and coffee.  But since that doesn't exist at home.  Dread it is.

p.s. do NOT ever contact me before 10 am unless it is with coffee,  breakfast in hand and you are opening all my plantation shutters.

Love,
Katie

Paralyzed By Design

This photo gives me a panic attack

One would assume that because I am creative that I can translate that into my interior design.  Um, they would be wrong.   In the past I have joked around about looking paralyzed however, when it comes to decorating or designing my home, I am 100% unable to make a single move.  I just stare blankly at white walls....then open a bottle of wine and call it.

My sister Amy has had to come out multiple times to sort out basics for me.  And although I have bought some beautiful pieces from Grace Home, I haven't the slightest what to do with them when they arrive.

It's been over a year and my dining room still looks like this:

 I literally took that picture 30 seconds ago.



Clearly it's time to hire a designer.

Um, Amy Stinson, it's time to get back to Nashville.

Love,
Katie

PPV Review Installment #4

Movie: John Wick

Starring:

*Keanu "I get sexier with every passing minute" Reeves
*Alfie " You scare me but I want to shag you" Allen
*William "my face looks like rubber, but no one is cooler than me" Dafoe and last but not least
*Daisy "the most darling beagle in history" the dog.

This film KILLED. Literally.  It was not unlike one of my other favorites, "Man on Fire". (I really like when the protagonist kills everyone)

"John Wick" did not disappoint in this arena, and unlike a lot of TV shows and films now, they don't make you go through painstaking fight scenes.  He just kicks every ones' asses, kills them and moves on.

The moral of this story:  Don't mess with someone's dog.....especially John Wick's (or mine for that matter)

This was 110% worth the $5.99 it cost to rent.

Love,
Katie

Deaf and distracted

We take a trip every August with my brother and his family who live in California.  He has two boys and our kids don't historically get along.  Which I'm fine with.  The point is that once a year they have to hang out with their cousins.  And every year I feel like it gets a little better between them.  So in prep for the trip Maisy says to me:

Do you think that he (cousin) will think I've matured?

Me:  Why would he think that you're a turd?  You might have been a turd last year but I think you're on the right track now and he's going to see that...

Maisy:   Mommy!

Me:  What?  Oh!  Yes he's going to think you've matured.  No ones a turd.  Sorry.

Love,
Supermom

Dear men

"Wow, he must be really well hung" said no woman ever upon seeing your monster truck/muscle car/crotch rocket.  Just a heads up.

Love,
Kristen

Violated

Remember that time when your ac was out and you were trying to sleep but your boyfriend/husband/giant child wanted to snuggle?  And the touch of them on your body made sweat drip off of your face?  That's what it feels like in New Jersey today.  If that air clings to me for one more second I'm going to get a restraining order.

Love,
Kristen