My spirit animal

When I got the CB2 Lenny Kravitz catalog I almost wet myself.  I have had a hardcore lifestyle crush on LK since 1991.  He was the cassette tape soundtrack to my European backpack summer trip.  It was me, my college roommate and LK on the walkman.  We laughed.  We cried.  We shared earbuds.  We were robbed on the sleeper train between Barcelona and Marseille.  But that is a story for another time.

It is now 2015 and I am no less in love with the idea of being LK.  I don't even care that he recently split his leathers and showed us his *Sunday dinner.  I want it all.  The hair.  The piercings.  The tats.  The booties.  Everything in his fake apartment.

Yes, Lenny.  I'm going to go your way.

Love,
Kristen

*meat and two veg

A little culture for your Friday

Maisy being pensive

My eleven year old daughter has a flair for free form poetry (that's poetry that isn't poetry).  Here is one she wrote for her sister.

Louise

A gift born into

the world

Not a bomb

or a good luck charm

the middle of that

Louise

Love,

Kristen

Icky thoughts Thursdays

Did this picture give anyone else a wincing head tilt moment?  I know that Cindy and her son are NOT in love but they kind of look like they are but I know they're NOT but...and so on.

Love,
Kristen

Spencer Stone (cold fox)

So very proud of the three Americans that tackled and beat the shit out of the terrorist who wanted to kill everyone on a train from Amsterdam to Paris.  My husband and I were reading the story and watching the videos yesterday.

Me:  Spencer is going to get...

Him:  ... so much A (A is code for ass when our kids are within hearing distance = always)

Me:  Right?  Hero A is so much better than even rockstar A.

Go on and get that hero A, Spencer.

Love,
Kristen

Bring In My Blue Apron

There may be nothing more anxiety riddled than the grocery store. This past Monday (MONDAY for God's  Sake) I had returned from NYC and I was in dire need of stocking the house.  It was absolutely mandatory that I make a trip to Publix (my grocer of choice).  I thought it couldn't possibly be that bad at 4:30pm on a Monday afternoon....and for all intents and purposes, it wasn't.... but it was.  There are a list of major irritations that always exist at any time in grocery store:

*Creepy guy in biking shorts that keeps "happening" to be on your aisle
*Aggressive woman up your ass with her cart
*Dirty-ish kid with a cold or flu of some sort
*Carts in the middle of any aisle while the owner ponders the 3000 choices of cereal
*Some lady that is clearly on your same path and grumpy with said filthy/ill kids
*Special Needs employee that is all too eager to help
and
*Annoying people in the check out line again with badly behaved children or 5 billion things in their cart

Enter Blue Apron.  This company sounds like a dream come true.  $60/week and they send 3 meals for 2 people.  So, that is 6 meals for me.  Perfect.  All the ingredients, recipes and fresh produce and proteins.  Why in the HELL wouldn't I do this?  I'm going to get on it and I'll let you know how it goes.

Love,
Katie

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