You should really all be following Jill. The luck of the dorm room draw brought us together in the fall of 2001, and ever since then there hasn’t been a time when she hasn’t made me either laugh uproariously at her quick wit or chartruese with envy at her incredible style. She also had the most…
So I just got rull honest up in here, posting all the things I’d never post on my fashion blog (not that I do much posting over there lately, if we’re being honest), and realized that I have a heap of new followers - wha?! WELCOME!
Even more surprising though, was the description Megan provided. Since there are so few times in which you find that someone sees you exactly as, and remembers exactly what, you want them to, I wanted to thank her for the kind words. I adore reading your blog, Megan, and have always thought that our shared interest in literature and words was one of the binding bits when we met. I’m pretty sure I heard your voice in the “Witte 568 forever” - and even saw you toss in a little fist pump?
Since Megan pointed out my obsession with running commentary while people-watching, I’ll say that that’s how I initially started blogging. After a NYE party in which P told everyone how I remember what I was wearing for every big, and not-so big, event in my life, one of the marketing/advertising gurus decided that I should blog (it was 2006, so the idea wasn’t so widespread). Right there, he assigned me my first marketing task: Pick A Name. I had a month to do it. And I failed. The guy even scrounged up my contact info somehow, to ask how I was doing. After a night of talking smack (and giving props where due), I finally thought of a name, inspired by my “critiques”.
In case you were wondering, Megan, I changed *just* before meeting you that fateful August day in Witte B. I was wearing my plaid cropped pants from Gap (it was 2001 and they were AWESOME) with a white RL polo, but switched to khaki AE shorts and a plain yellow Gap tee because it was so hot, and I knew I’d want to help you get settled!
My old school college roomie, Megan, was the one who turned me on to Tumblr, telling me that with a little bit of finesse and shoe porn, I’d surely be a hit. I like the idea of some of my fav blogs being aggregated and being able to play off of one another, so I headed in!
It’s definitely a nice feeling to be included in the love fest!
Today, I can test to see if I’ve got a baby a-baking yet.
I’m waiting until Saturday though. I’ve got an appointment scheduled, and I know I need to hear the results from the mouth of my doctor, or one of his nurses, from whom I’ve grown accustomed to recieving bad news over the last three+ months.
Honestly, I’m trying to stay positive, and would rather postpone the inevitable gloom valley if I don’t receive the news I want. I keep trying not to fall into it even now, when doubt creep-creep-creeps its way back into my (maybe empty) womb and (increasingly full of worry) mind.
And then I forcibly remind myself that if there is a Lowercase G growing inside of me right now, I want nothing more than for it to be inundated with positivity, promise, and health. Good thoughts, possibly premature belly rubs, and lots of cooing already.
Also, Marley is *perplexed* at no longer being able to jump on me at will. This week he’s eaten two pairs of my underwear (already) - is he protesting the baby already? Hopefully doggie daycare today takes him out of commission for the night.
As P and I waver in indecision regarding our move to Chicago (from Milwaukee, which I love), my cousin and I discussed the predicament via email; it went like this:
Jill: I don’t know what to do…blah blah blah…I thought I was ready for change…wah wah wah…I love my cute casita…blah wah blah…
Katie: That would be CRAZY if you moved to Chicago!! Selfishly, it would suck. lol. I know I don’t see you much but I CAN. :-P But that’s great, too – what an opportunity. I feel like I need a change, bigtime. Some days I fantasize about picking up and moving to Boston and starting over completely. But who am I kidding? I’m too big of a Sally to do that. :)
Jill: I don’t think you’re a sally! Milwaukee is great, and you have a great group of friends and family (I think!). That’s what people spend their whole lives chasing, and not giving that up in favor of different scenery or for the sake of change…kind of makes you SMART, I think…
Katie: You’re so totally right about moving; I never thought of it that way. I DO have a great group of friends and family (I had a horrible dream about your dad the other night; I was going to call him to see if he was okay but I saw he posted on Facebook. Phew. I hate that.)… and Milwaukee’s pretty centrally located where it’s easy to find things to road trip to. It’d be a lot harder living on a coast and I looooove my road trips!
P is worried about selling the house. Exchanges like this, but in person, and with more laughing, and the lack thereof if I’m domiciled elsewhere: these are the things I’m dwelling on.
At any rate, P (obviously) got the job! Actually, he was offered both, but (obviously) only accepted one. Damned if I haven’t having fallen in love with the most ambitious, talented, and overall impressively hirable guy ever…he’s got such a knack for making the other lifelong overachiever in the house look like a complete slacker. Love. It.