Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Put a sock in it

My husband once told me that walking is the one exercise that won't cost me a thing. Always doing my best to prove him wrong, I have bought an ipod, a nike+ kit and expensive running shoes. He seems to believe that I can't do anything without spending money. He's probably right. It's not the economy causing money trouble, it's walking. Make a note kids.

My newest obsession is Bolega socks. I can't do distances without them. I have tried to go back to my good old Hanes Dry socks, but I just can't. I did four miles yesterday with my old socks and voila, blister city. I sure as hell am not doing seven miles tonight without my Bolegas. Of all the things I never expected to get hooked on. Socks. Wow. Who knew.

Adding to my financial downfall, I have committed to a pricey trip to San Francisco with my girls to be in the Nike Women's Marathon. It is not until October, so I have plenty of time to save. Neener. So for those who want to judge me, read the headline of this post.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Cirque de Katrin-Nu

Tonight I went to go see Cirque Dreams with my buddy Laci at the Kentucky Center. I asked my husband if he was interested in going with me next week. I believe his response was "Cirque de Soliel is French and gay and wet and on fire all at the same time."

(I'll tell you, what I saw tonight was not French, wet or on fire.)

He continued "If I want to see a guy blow a sea lion while doing a handstand under water, they have videos of those sorts of things."

(I must have missed the sea lion bit but then again, I was trying to recover from seeing a woman shove her face between her own ass cheeks.)

"When drag queens are bored and horny, they think of Cirque de Soliel."

(I'm sure had I gone to the cast party, I would be able to tell you if indeed they do.)

The show was definitely amusing. I also learned that at the Kentucky Center, any show, no matter what, can get a standing O. You just have to hold the final bow long enough. That is when we realize that we'd better stand or you will never let us go home.

There was a great deal of talent. The cast obviously had to train for many years to be able to perform blah, blah, blah. Yeah, I even stopped listening to myself while spouting that.

I'm starting my own show called Cirque de Katri-Nu. It will be me and my cat Gaia Nu Nu dressed up and posing. She can stick her face between her butt cheeks too. I've seen her do it. Maybe if I dressed her in bright spandex people would pay to see it.

Update on Boot Napper

So I've learned that the boot napper don't play. I knew the Swede was doing something vicious, but I had no idea the heart breaking and terrifying circumstances my little boots would be in. I had visions of them frolicking with other kidnapped boots, eating ice cream and getting a nice shine. Nope. The boot napper is heartless. Heartless I tell you!!!! I received this today.
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Monday, March 2, 2009

Kat N Boots

My boots have been boot napped!!!
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I went to a slumber party on Friday(Yes, I know how old I am. No, we did not pillow fight in our underwear.)I forgot to take my boots and today I received the picture above with THIS!

"Juzt do az you're told and nobody getz hurt.

This lovely pair of zazzy bootz were "left" at my place. If you ever want to zee them again, Mizz Zize 7 1/2, then lizten up! Leave an unmarked envelope in my mailbox with 3 crizp 20 dollar billz.

If the money arrivez by noon on Zaturday, then I will arrange a pick up. If not, then............well, you juzt don't want to know........

Boot-napper"

Do you fear for my lovely brown bootz too?