In a few days, I will start the last year of my thirties.....counting down to the big 4-0. It's funny though, I'm not really stressed about the 40 thing. Age is a state of mind, after all. I may grow old but I'll never grow up.
I'm more concerned about my health and well-being. I've quit smoking, thankfully and started going to church. Now it's time to start on the fat....and there's lots of it to work on. I'm at a personal high as far as my weight is concerned and I'm in the worst shape I've ever been in.....a flight of stairs kicks my ass.
I've heard the best thing to do is to set a goal. So here's mine:
I want to run in the OBX Half Marathon next year. It's 13 miles and hopefully won't kill me. I've got a little over a year to get ready and maybe I'll even recruit a buddy...maybe.
Wish me luck.
Updates coming.
KDHCatt
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Labor Day Pains
The other day, on the way to work, I was listening to a CD and the song "I Don't Like Mondays" came on. Of course, being in the middle of Saturday evening, Labor Day weekend traffic, I changed the words to......wait for it......"I Don't Like Labor Day" and sang it at the top of my lungs out my open windows. It was very freeing.
Not that I don't love a good holiday but when you have to work one, it sorta takes all the fun out of it. And when you work in a 911 center and it's the last blast of the summer...well, you get the idea. Lots and lots of people in a small space, trapped between two bodies of water makes for an interesting weekend, to say the least.
I hope you have a wonderful and safe Labor Day weekend.
Not that I don't love a good holiday but when you have to work one, it sorta takes all the fun out of it. And when you work in a 911 center and it's the last blast of the summer...well, you get the idea. Lots and lots of people in a small space, trapped between two bodies of water makes for an interesting weekend, to say the least.
I hope you have a wonderful and safe Labor Day weekend.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
I hate answering the phone.
I work in a 911 center. I have to be on the phone. I get paid to be on the phone. I'm hooked to a phone for 12 straight hours. When I come home, I completely refuse to be on the phone. Now, I do end up on the phone sometimes with family or friends and lose track of time but when the phone rings, I check the caller I.D. first. Rarely do I answer the phone....that's what an answering machine is for. But I always answer when certain people call and my dad is one of them.
He's so cute. We usually talk at least twice a week. If I don't call him, he calls me. We don't usually talk for long - just check on each other, talk about the weather (rain and storms) and such. Well, he called last night. Only this time it wasn't such good news. My nephew is being deployed for the third time, probably to Afghanistan again. He's been twice, you'd think that was enough. I guess not.
I've been trying since last night to figure out how I feel about this. I mean, I know I'm down about it, but I'm sort of numb. I didn't get upset last night, even though I kept expecting to. I'm worried. I'm pissed. I'm.....I don't know....vacant. I don't want to talk to anybody it. I don't want to 'share' my feelings or get empty sympathy. I want him to be able to stay home with his wife and two beautiful boys longer than a year at a time. I don't want to go to bed every night praying that he'll live through one more deployment. Praying his marriage and his mind can survive one more year in the desert.
I am so proud of my nephew and his wife. They proudly serve their country, willing to give the ultimate. I believe in what we are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan. Freedom isn't free. The blood of our soldiers pays for my freedom. They are the true heros and I hope they are forever blessed. I just wish the cost wasn't so high. I wish all of our nephews, brothers, fathers and their female counterparts could be home and safe. God bless and keep our servicemen and women. May He hold them in the palm of His hand.
I was listening to Queen's "The Show Must Go On" on the way into work today. Listened to it twice, in fact. It was really hitting a chord today. "Inside my heart is breaking. My makeup may be flaking, but my smile stays on." That's me today. The show must go on.
He's so cute. We usually talk at least twice a week. If I don't call him, he calls me. We don't usually talk for long - just check on each other, talk about the weather (rain and storms) and such. Well, he called last night. Only this time it wasn't such good news. My nephew is being deployed for the third time, probably to Afghanistan again. He's been twice, you'd think that was enough. I guess not.
I've been trying since last night to figure out how I feel about this. I mean, I know I'm down about it, but I'm sort of numb. I didn't get upset last night, even though I kept expecting to. I'm worried. I'm pissed. I'm.....I don't know....vacant. I don't want to talk to anybody it. I don't want to 'share' my feelings or get empty sympathy. I want him to be able to stay home with his wife and two beautiful boys longer than a year at a time. I don't want to go to bed every night praying that he'll live through one more deployment. Praying his marriage and his mind can survive one more year in the desert.
I am so proud of my nephew and his wife. They proudly serve their country, willing to give the ultimate. I believe in what we are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan. Freedom isn't free. The blood of our soldiers pays for my freedom. They are the true heros and I hope they are forever blessed. I just wish the cost wasn't so high. I wish all of our nephews, brothers, fathers and their female counterparts could be home and safe. God bless and keep our servicemen and women. May He hold them in the palm of His hand.
I was listening to Queen's "The Show Must Go On" on the way into work today. Listened to it twice, in fact. It was really hitting a chord today. "Inside my heart is breaking. My makeup may be flaking, but my smile stays on." That's me today. The show must go on.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Finding a Church
I decided a couple of weeks ago it was time to find a church. The whole time I lived in the mountains (eight years), I never found a church to go to. I prefer my family church back home and whenever I was visiting the parentals, I went there. I love my home church and don't care if it's very traditional as far as the music and stuff. I still love it. But if I plan to stay here (which I do) I need to put down a few roots. Part of that involves having a church family. I didn't do that in the mountains, because somehow I always knew I wouldn't be staying.
But anyway, I decided it was time to start the search for a new church a little closer to home, my new home. So I looked in the phonebook and checked the internet. Kept my eyes open to and from work. I had been to a local church several years ago when down here on vacation and decided I'd start my search there. Makes sense; start with what you know. But then Sunday rolled around and I changed my mind - decided to try somewhere completely new.
Being raised in a traditional church, I was of course worried about what to wear. Shouldn't have been. NHC is totally a 'come as you are' type of church, flip-flops are completely welcomed. My kind of place since I live in flip-flops these days. The music was contempary Christian, which isn't exactly my cup of tea yet, but the message was good. Very good. I told my folks I'd keep looking but I might go back again.
Then this past weekend I had a friend from home visiting. We were sitting on the beach, talkin' God and I mentioned going to NHC. She laughed and said she had checked out their website, thinking about going while down here. Then she said, "So you want to go Sunday?" We discussed and decided to hit the early service and then head to the beach.
Sunday morning rolled around. Boy was I tired. I could have definitely stayed in bed another hour. But houseguests and church had me up and out the door. Thankfully, NHC also has a wonderful coffee bar - certainly a blessing for us non-morning people. But then another surprise: a church member (the youth leader) from our home church was there. What a wonderful coincidence. Overall, we had a great time, of course. And I realized: God's been leading me to this church. Too many coincidences. Too many things just falling into place. The message was there and I can get used to the music (in fact, it's starting to grow on me).
So I've found my church. I'm so looking forward to being a part of this church. The people seem very nice and I really like what there saying and doing in the community. I'll keep you updated.
And another thing:
God just loves freakin' me out. This morning while getting ready I was thinking about how we need to take care of the earth. I figure God wants us to take care of our bodies (temples) and the earth should be right behind that. We consider ourselves God's greatest creation but shouldn't this beautiful world He set us in be at least second. I mean, He went to all this trouble, shouldn't we at least be polite and not screw it up. Would you do that to a friend you're visiting? Just go in their house and trash it? But it's okay if we do it with God's home for us? We're so stupid........
But anyway, back to the being freaked out. So here I have this verse about bodies being temples on the brain and I can't remember Chapter & Verse if you paid me....low and behold, I check my Bible reading site and there it is, the verse of the day.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.”- 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Like I said, God loves freakin' me out. If it was an Olympic sport, God gets Gold!
Loving the life He's leading,
KDH Catt
Update March 2009:
I am now a member of NHC...very happily so. I'm excited to go every week, a member of a connection group and a new member of the First Impressions Team. I have also realized the Lord has been leading me to this location (OBX) for a long time now. KDH Catt
But anyway, I decided it was time to start the search for a new church a little closer to home, my new home. So I looked in the phonebook and checked the internet. Kept my eyes open to and from work. I had been to a local church several years ago when down here on vacation and decided I'd start my search there. Makes sense; start with what you know. But then Sunday rolled around and I changed my mind - decided to try somewhere completely new.
Being raised in a traditional church, I was of course worried about what to wear. Shouldn't have been. NHC is totally a 'come as you are' type of church, flip-flops are completely welcomed. My kind of place since I live in flip-flops these days. The music was contempary Christian, which isn't exactly my cup of tea yet, but the message was good. Very good. I told my folks I'd keep looking but I might go back again.
Then this past weekend I had a friend from home visiting. We were sitting on the beach, talkin' God and I mentioned going to NHC. She laughed and said she had checked out their website, thinking about going while down here. Then she said, "So you want to go Sunday?" We discussed and decided to hit the early service and then head to the beach.
Sunday morning rolled around. Boy was I tired. I could have definitely stayed in bed another hour. But houseguests and church had me up and out the door. Thankfully, NHC also has a wonderful coffee bar - certainly a blessing for us non-morning people. But then another surprise: a church member (the youth leader) from our home church was there. What a wonderful coincidence. Overall, we had a great time, of course. And I realized: God's been leading me to this church. Too many coincidences. Too many things just falling into place. The message was there and I can get used to the music (in fact, it's starting to grow on me).
So I've found my church. I'm so looking forward to being a part of this church. The people seem very nice and I really like what there saying and doing in the community. I'll keep you updated.
And another thing:
God just loves freakin' me out. This morning while getting ready I was thinking about how we need to take care of the earth. I figure God wants us to take care of our bodies (temples) and the earth should be right behind that. We consider ourselves God's greatest creation but shouldn't this beautiful world He set us in be at least second. I mean, He went to all this trouble, shouldn't we at least be polite and not screw it up. Would you do that to a friend you're visiting? Just go in their house and trash it? But it's okay if we do it with God's home for us? We're so stupid........
But anyway, back to the being freaked out. So here I have this verse about bodies being temples on the brain and I can't remember Chapter & Verse if you paid me....low and behold, I check my Bible reading site and there it is, the verse of the day.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.”- 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
Like I said, God loves freakin' me out. If it was an Olympic sport, God gets Gold!
Loving the life He's leading,
KDH Catt
Update March 2009:
I am now a member of NHC...very happily so. I'm excited to go every week, a member of a connection group and a new member of the First Impressions Team. I have also realized the Lord has been leading me to this location (OBX) for a long time now. KDH Catt
Friday, July 11, 2008
Things I don't like. Not even a little.
I was just sitting here (at work, of course) and I remembered pumping gas during a really bad thunderstorm. I have no idea where it came from, just popped into my head. So I thought I would make a list of things I seriously dislike....
1. Thunderstorms - don't like 'em. Never have. Never will.
2. Pumping gas in a thunderstorm. That was very nerve-racking. Although, I have to say me and my fellow gas-pumpers were all a little white-faced by the end.
3. Breaking a tooth just before a holiday. Not only do you get the pain of a broken tooth, you get to pay extra to get it fixed. Great!
4. Tomatoes. About every two years I'll suck it up and try one, thinking eventually I'll grow to like them. I'm nearly forty...I don't think it's gonna happen.
5. Rude people. Cursing doesn't bother me. I can cuss like a sailor if neccessary. What I hate is people with no manners. No 'please', 'thank you', 'excuse me'.... It drives me nuts. If you need to talk instead of me, say excuse me, let me shut up and then talk. Don't just f*cking interupt.
6. Not saying "bless you" when someone sneezes. Sort of goes with the politeness thing. I don't care what you believe in or don't believe in - you can say 'bless you'; meaning I hope you don't have a head cold.
7. People that drive under the speed limit - "because it's safer." What?!? So you drive like an idiot which makes me drive like a maniac to get around your slow butt. Yeah, that makes sense.
8. Pushy sales people. And I include annoying telemarketers in this one. When I politely say, "No, thank you," freakin' listen. Don't make me tell you again. I used to be a telephone survey taker and I never pushed anyone. My bosses hated it but I didn't care and I had good numbers. If I want something, I'll tell you. If I don't, leave me the heck alone.
9. Cleaning the litter box. I'm not real thrilled about cleaning in general. I feel like there are so many more (better) things to do with my time. Watching paint dry is higher on the list. But cleaning the litter box just sucks. And stinks. And I feel so guilty about putting all that litter and poop in the landfill. There's got to be a better way.
10. Flys. Do they really have a purpose? I mean, if they were to become extinct would the world end? I don't think so. Same thing with mosquitoes. Do we really NEED them? Are they really neccessary for the world to keep turning?
So it could just be me and maybe I'm completely wrong. Why is it always the littlest things that drive us crazy?
1. Thunderstorms - don't like 'em. Never have. Never will.
2. Pumping gas in a thunderstorm. That was very nerve-racking. Although, I have to say me and my fellow gas-pumpers were all a little white-faced by the end.
3. Breaking a tooth just before a holiday. Not only do you get the pain of a broken tooth, you get to pay extra to get it fixed. Great!
4. Tomatoes. About every two years I'll suck it up and try one, thinking eventually I'll grow to like them. I'm nearly forty...I don't think it's gonna happen.
5. Rude people. Cursing doesn't bother me. I can cuss like a sailor if neccessary. What I hate is people with no manners. No 'please', 'thank you', 'excuse me'.... It drives me nuts. If you need to talk instead of me, say excuse me, let me shut up and then talk. Don't just f*cking interupt.
6. Not saying "bless you" when someone sneezes. Sort of goes with the politeness thing. I don't care what you believe in or don't believe in - you can say 'bless you'; meaning I hope you don't have a head cold.
7. People that drive under the speed limit - "because it's safer." What?!? So you drive like an idiot which makes me drive like a maniac to get around your slow butt. Yeah, that makes sense.
8. Pushy sales people. And I include annoying telemarketers in this one. When I politely say, "No, thank you," freakin' listen. Don't make me tell you again. I used to be a telephone survey taker and I never pushed anyone. My bosses hated it but I didn't care and I had good numbers. If I want something, I'll tell you. If I don't, leave me the heck alone.
9. Cleaning the litter box. I'm not real thrilled about cleaning in general. I feel like there are so many more (better) things to do with my time. Watching paint dry is higher on the list. But cleaning the litter box just sucks. And stinks. And I feel so guilty about putting all that litter and poop in the landfill. There's got to be a better way.
10. Flys. Do they really have a purpose? I mean, if they were to become extinct would the world end? I don't think so. Same thing with mosquitoes. Do we really NEED them? Are they really neccessary for the world to keep turning?
So it could just be me and maybe I'm completely wrong. Why is it always the littlest things that drive us crazy?
Friday, July 4, 2008
Goodness, I love a holiday.
Just in case you missed the sarcasm in the title, it's July the 4th. I work at a 911 center. At the beach. In a county that doesn't allow personal fireworks.
It's been an interesting transition going from a small rural county to a busier vacation place with multiple jurisdictions. It's definitely a learning process and even with 3yrs experience, I'm constantly questioning things and learning new things.
For instance the fireworks thing. Three localities in our county do not allow any type of fireworks; no firecrackers, no sparklers, nothing. One is the northern most town, the next is in the middle of the county and the last is the most southern area of the county. There are multiple towns in between each one and they will allow fireworks that are not self-propelled or explode, i.e. bottle rockets. See the problem? It's not a simple answer of "No fireworks." It's a, "Well, where are you lighting the fireworks?" And I wonder: what if you light it and then toss it over the line, does it count?
The best part of the whole issue is: local business sell all kinds of fireworks in the county. Now don't you think it would make just a little sense to stop the sale of something that's illegal to use. I don't know, maybe it's just me. I could be wrong.
I wish you a happy and very safe 4th of July. Hopefully, you'll never have to call me at my job.
It's been an interesting transition going from a small rural county to a busier vacation place with multiple jurisdictions. It's definitely a learning process and even with 3yrs experience, I'm constantly questioning things and learning new things.
For instance the fireworks thing. Three localities in our county do not allow any type of fireworks; no firecrackers, no sparklers, nothing. One is the northern most town, the next is in the middle of the county and the last is the most southern area of the county. There are multiple towns in between each one and they will allow fireworks that are not self-propelled or explode, i.e. bottle rockets. See the problem? It's not a simple answer of "No fireworks." It's a, "Well, where are you lighting the fireworks?" And I wonder: what if you light it and then toss it over the line, does it count?
The best part of the whole issue is: local business sell all kinds of fireworks in the county. Now don't you think it would make just a little sense to stop the sale of something that's illegal to use. I don't know, maybe it's just me. I could be wrong.
I wish you a happy and very safe 4th of July. Hopefully, you'll never have to call me at my job.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
You will be missed.
The world is a little dimmer now. Not quite as funny. We lost a great comedic mind this past weekend. George Carlin passed away at age 71. For so many years we laughed at his humor and hopefully thought a little more about the silly things in life.
HBO is showing all his specials starting tonight. I'm personally going to try and catch "Carlin at Carnegie." It's a great memory of my teenage years and I'll be glad to re-live it. If you don't giggle during the "Dirty Words" you may need a break.
That and: "How do you know you don't like it...." I use that all the time.
Mr. Carlin, you will be missed. Thank you for being irreverrant, smart and oh so funny.
p.s. "We're all f*cked. It helps to remember that." CG
http://www.georgecarlin.com/home/home.html
HBO is showing all his specials starting tonight. I'm personally going to try and catch "Carlin at Carnegie." It's a great memory of my teenage years and I'll be glad to re-live it. If you don't giggle during the "Dirty Words" you may need a break.
That and: "How do you know you don't like it...." I use that all the time.
Mr. Carlin, you will be missed. Thank you for being irreverrant, smart and oh so funny.
p.s. "We're all f*cked. It helps to remember that." CG
http://www.georgecarlin.com/home/home.html
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Poopin'
Today I thought of two pearls of wisdom I've learned about poopin'.
First: The wisest thing I've every heard probably....ever, is "Never poop where you eat." For those of you who've never heard the original saying, it means don't date the people you work with. And it's completely true. Now I know there are the 3 couples out there that found true love on the job. Happy for ya. But for the other 10 million of us....BAD IDEA! I learned my lesson over ten years ago and it still holds true today. Don't poop where you eat.
Second: A bear and a rabbit are sitting side by side in woods, each of them taking a poop. After a while, the bear looks at the rabbit and asks, "Do you have trouble with poop sticking to your fur?" The rabbit thinks about it and then answers, "No, not really." So the bear picks up the rabbit and wipes his behind with him.
Morale of the story: If a bear EVER asks you if poop sticks to you...SAY YES!
First: The wisest thing I've every heard probably....ever, is "Never poop where you eat." For those of you who've never heard the original saying, it means don't date the people you work with. And it's completely true. Now I know there are the 3 couples out there that found true love on the job. Happy for ya. But for the other 10 million of us....BAD IDEA! I learned my lesson over ten years ago and it still holds true today. Don't poop where you eat.
Second: A bear and a rabbit are sitting side by side in woods, each of them taking a poop. After a while, the bear looks at the rabbit and asks, "Do you have trouble with poop sticking to your fur?" The rabbit thinks about it and then answers, "No, not really." So the bear picks up the rabbit and wipes his behind with him.
Morale of the story: If a bear EVER asks you if poop sticks to you...SAY YES!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Dammit, Dammit, Dammit
First off....I apologize for the language.
Ever had one of those days where everything seems to be going good and then....Bam! Blond moment. Not one of those cute ones you can laugh off or just blame on the cat. One of those that can possibly get you written up at work types. Nothing dangerous or life-threatening...just V-8, head-smacker moment. The type of thing to make you look completely stoopid in front of the people you work with everyday. Jeez, I hate it when that happens.
Note: For those of you who are not blond (is it blond or blonde - save it for another time)....just pick your moment: Senior moment, Homer moment, dropped on my head as a babe moment....you get the idea.
Ever had one of those days where everything seems to be going good and then....Bam! Blond moment. Not one of those cute ones you can laugh off or just blame on the cat. One of those that can possibly get you written up at work types. Nothing dangerous or life-threatening...just V-8, head-smacker moment. The type of thing to make you look completely stoopid in front of the people you work with everyday. Jeez, I hate it when that happens.
Note: For those of you who are not blond (is it blond or blonde - save it for another time)....just pick your moment: Senior moment, Homer moment, dropped on my head as a babe moment....you get the idea.
Introduction
My blog's title is not intended to offend anyone. It's purely aimed at myself. I am blonde (from birth) and have multiple blonde moments a day it seems. From the stupid things that just "happen" to fall out of my mouth to tripping over my own feet....it's all in a day for me. The bad part of this is I'm supposed to be the responsible one....I'm a 911 dispatcher. I'm the person you call for help. I'm the one telling the cops where to go. Isn't this just the craziest world?
I have a strange sense of humor, so be warned. From observation, I think it comes with the job (or maybe you need it to stay).
I have a strange sense of humor, so be warned. From observation, I think it comes with the job (or maybe you need it to stay).
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