My Hero

Everyone needs someone to call hero. This dude is mine.

The Smell of Anticipation and Fear

Tonight, the smell of anticipation and fear fill the air. That and the lasagna I have cooking. The 10-miler is this weekend and I'm not ashamed to say that I am a bit scared. I've been training, but I've always ducked out of the runs that were longer than 10 miles for some reason or another.

I'm actually a rogue walker. That means I didn't pay an entry fee and don't intend to, so neener. I would actually duck out of this weekend, but as I have said before, my friends are relentless and won't let me rest. I've made all my excuses, and they are not having it. Bitches. Yeah, I said it. Relentless bitches.

I'll be accompanied by Harris Bueller who is recently recovering from slicing his toenail off with a piano. I told him you don't play it that way, but no one ever listens to the Polipino.

Tonight, the husband and I will be braving the 35 degree weather to get in three miles together. He hasn't really been training and I'm a little worried that he is going to have trouble with the Mini Marathon. He walks constantly for his job, which may be what ends of saving him.

No One Likes a Quitter

I'm a quitter. A totally quit-miester. A big ol' quitter face.

No worries though, as I am not sad. I am officially an EX-member of my gym. I have to say, I have done more exercising with my workout group since October than I have done in the 5+ years I belonged to a gym.

I was a bit nervous as gyms have a tendency to make you feel bad when quitting. They give you the disappointed eyes. The sighs that really say "so you want to be a big, dopey, unmotivated loser, eh?" At the end, you usually end the session with signing a new contract with a promise to yourself and them that you will come and work out more. We all know, this lasts for about a week.

This time I was prepared. I knew I was not giving up on my heath or exercise. I was giving up a $35 monthly charge for a place I visited on occasion. I used to hate exercising outside, and now the thought of being on a treadmill for 5 miles makes me ill. I am done.

I met with the manager and told him I was quitting for financial reasons. In this economy, it isn't far from the truth. Honestly, in any economy, wasting money on that every month is just silly.

Tah dah. Just check me out, all Quitty McQuitterton.

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.

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.

Kat N Boots

My boots have been boot napped!!!


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?