tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45234170310842021762023-11-16T01:40:19.882-06:00Kate On the CobblestoneA Ranting RedheadKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-54560841546728806932016-09-21T12:56:00.002-05:002016-09-21T12:56:41.619-05:00Vegas Vacation - in AugustSo, back in April, while I was still blissfully employed and was making wonderful money (I've since been unemployed since June and living a life of a recluse, a la, Grey Gardens), I decided to surprise Sue for Mother's Day and take her to Vegas to see La Britney. I thought it would be fun to go see her since we've been talking about going since she announced her Planet Hollywood residency. So, I booked tickets, flights and a room and off we went.... In August, aka, Hell's 4th circle inner ring.<br />
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We flew Spirit Airlines - and though most people complain about Spirit - I paid extra so we could have the front row seats and for us to check baggage - and it was fabulous. The flight attendants love their jobs and are apparently the most high paid in the industry. Who knew?<br />
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Anyway, off we went. First stop: Margaritas (by the pitcher) @Border Grill<br />
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If any of you watch the Real Housewives - you would know that this is Susan Feniger's restaurant out of the OC. So OBVIOUSLY we had to go there. (Stop rolling your eyes).<br />
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We ate some amazing food!<br />
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I know you were wondering, and the answer is YES - I did take this with a Selfie Stick. In the restaurant. At the table. Sue was embarrassed but my theory in life when traveling since I was a twee girl has always been - WE ARE NEVER GOING TO SEE THESE PEOPLE AGAIN SO WHO CARES!<br />
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THEY HAD A WINE ANGEL who would retrieve your bottle. It was more exciting in theory than in person - and the food was seriously lackluster. Would rather have gone back and had more margaritas, but that's who I am to the core - chips and salsa til I die.<br />
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The next day we meandered down to the Venetian to have lunch with Mere Bear. On the way:<br />
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We passed by this Eiffel Tower replica. It was exactly like being in Paris - except completely the opposite. The Vegas version includes prostitutes and their pimps handing out their calling cards on the sidewalks at 10am. So romantic - just like the Champs Elysses.<br />
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Best meal we had was Thomas Keller's Bouchon - in the Venetian<br />
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They served Mumm in their mimosas. Need I say more? <br />
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So finally we made it to the concert. <br />
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My only regret was not getting a photo of the two gay gentlemen next to me from Slovenia who were DIE HARD Britney fans. One was wearing a fake python around his neck. It made me feel so underdressed.<br />
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Britney was mesmerizing. Fabulous. Amazing. On fleek (as the kids say).</div>
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The trip was lots of fun. We saw Brit Brit, ate some great food, saw a friend who I miss severely and Sue even got a major purchase - a Chanel Boy bag. I was so jealous but then realized that I'll get it when she dies. I made her swear not to leave it to my niece (her granddaughter). She'd better not. I'd be so PISSED! We decided our next jaunt will be to Charleston/Savannah. What are the best things about those places? I need to start researching!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-15122786924965420852016-09-21T10:19:00.000-05:002016-09-21T10:19:21.113-05:00The Cob has moved to TexasWho would have ever imagined? <br />
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Since my last post (IN 2011 (gasp) ) - I've gotten married, had a child AND moved to Texas. What the crap? AM I NOW A MOMMY-BLOGGER?!?!?<br />
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Who am I?<br />
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Well - the good news here is, I'm still sassy and a redhead and from the Ratchet. But now, I'm experiencing semi-culture shock over here - Deep in the Heart of Texas (see what I did, there?)<br />
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I come across interesting and strange (to me) things that happen here, and have been needing an outlet to share them - so maybe, just maybe, I should start blogging again? Should I? <br />
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Does anyone still blog? But more importantly, does anyone still read THIS BLOG? <br />
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We will see... In the mean time, these are my people - bask in their attractiveness.<br />
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Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-67868390757703846002011-09-02T19:26:00.000-05:002011-09-02T19:27:14.340-05:00Email of the Day: Back from the Big Easy"Hello Kate, I am Marie. I am registered with your company and have worked on Leatherface. I am available and willing, however I have a ace wrap on my right elbow. If you can still use me, let me know. Thanks, Marie"<div>
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<br /></div><div>Did ya'll miss me?</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-47387849864360702892011-04-28T13:01:00.002-05:002011-04-28T13:08:10.147-05:00Email of the Day: Mother's Edition<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Please read the following email regarding two high school aged extras who worked on set with us on Tuesday. This email is coming from one of their mothers.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Cody and Dallas really enjoyed doing their scene for 21 Jump Street, I don't know if you read Codys interests on his application, but he is big time into motocross and motorcycles. He has been riding since he was about 5 yrs old. I just had a thought, IF Cody and Dallas get called back to do something in <span style="font-weight: bold; ">the prom dance scene</span>, wouldn't it be cute if they were dressed for the prom and showed up to the prom on a motorcycle. I just think that would be so cute....... Thanks again for choosing them, I know it was a short little scene but they really enjoyed themselves. Thanks<br />Frannie"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Wow, Frannie. Maybe you should look into becoming a director. Sounds like you've got a real knack for it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDs-i987oOXH3lBVFleyRx3DGfuAvKEleE91-vqYCxDBlKhI5MeiVtb8J52NlO1klCXJKD9yID2mSNUnitw-QKzphwvIuUNpO8fn-6bmWNnlTG2tQQrY1FCIwjK5xrBeLl4dAAWINDp4hN/s400/bike.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600697683975452354" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-89879571787035306902011-04-25T14:49:00.007-05:002011-04-25T15:15:21.618-05:00Easter Weekend: Shreveport Whirlwind<div style="text-align: left;">Well this weekend was a 'three day weekend' here on 21 Jump Street so I traveled north to the Shreve for a friend/fam fix.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to a strip club for the first time (not counting the all-male one that I went to in New Orleans for Melissa's Bachelorette Party). So, needless to say, I didn't have to look very far for any Easter eggs. Eggs painted and stuffed with regret, that is. I learned what it means when rappers say things such as 'She make dat ass clap" as well as that most of them wipe down the pole before they mount it. All in all, a classy night.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next day, I got to hang out with my fraand Sass:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2igkQ_fyC6oKXDJGOaNGgeB7ohoToDOkU-IYNViKeYzrOAJ2Xmm4FApxoZ_aBT1JQ4J0eKLVx7oNXJhnRHVgzFw0oxiCpC8rTLIfZLLk33T8paMUtIUsv87y7GQSPs8Onvrr8ErH3X2Ie/s400/sass.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613320556238610" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>We had a romantic date at my favorite place, Tacomania, followed by some patio time at my favorite porch: The Cub.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Saturday, I spent most of the days with these two terrors, I mean, angels as well as the rest of my fam:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCFh3gjnlZ9Rdq0y0F4svLKzD_sdMCKdoyWycyKsy7eELFKmZbH0zCseiCk0L9EMY86ftzPHTu6EGXCApgufnkXZZj9ZFTRIKXaU5fLBk0mySYf6bKuZc3ux7weQVkoRiB-hbWYleiaLba/s400/mill.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613197994537266" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miller</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_Z4H-C2IVwm6wscOIct_6vANquqrQ97_Yoz0gxTtGuc_2dbef1i3Oj-K_ZxfBZc97TBG20LnNnCR7kNJoFZOFCgZqTSgsUGJnK_FN2w4sYmFOO1E_XFjs5UozfQIHvcCN9TJNVN6kBkM/s400/coo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613189285258834" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cooper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Saturday afternoon I spent time at the Oyster Bar and ran into these little gems:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh744VDbkQGrB2Qte2KXqV4J-IXi7RB__b6aQTBsjWhJ3bwCV5z5JYQuBSAsas2nZbNrSfXh_yJ0ZDRNcY11iK1tAZiWiyi1oYBVWTksCVMGSPQOtVZ1ge1emeIVui40rWUgwNI_BXar9lD/s400/oyster.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613200194063874" /><div style="text-align: center;">Mark and I</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_OdVCZ3qxNksqNazByaQFB4CmPD0Fnd2KiWnGFy9YB2Y8UW41i1PR8wULlrjgWDOwU-6TaHinLGTKZpl3L8mIhN1x-rWp0bK5T2TH2gQRWEQcezZTcA25dx0MeZNZmLtXSyISktvtsHf/s400/covilove.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613190576119602" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Covilove and myself</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Everyone go ahead and take note as to how great my tan (burn) lines look from French Quarter Festival. No, I wasn't wearing a stringy top, I was simply wearing a necklace when I received that deep V mark. This, is why I don't go outside. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday nightt there was a party, in my honor, at the Crawford Mansion Patio. Here are some highlights.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Sn6RplHiP-k5hl00cHACSoBPuAGSBg31O0k_zvOhxgQUzUiFcvAHrlJlCyjnHZGBTjc7PSuwSX5JANTJVcWNjaVt0-P1rCkVXK5Bon4MuYRN6DhWpX7p5gLsHIM0gAE5yEiAVwdwuYvB/s400/patio.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613315026209698" /><div style="text-align: center;">Ambiance</div></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-08gYH80PHr7BxY80r4hvg7MNwkRbTBZIg0QENDXO9rWN1fbUupCXiWGYpwhCTaEhRkjQeHCyMJNP7HAONiW_5JKhOAgv6RCGRf-wv0fTPeFCgPYAnNIPAvknwqFXsVzzZiCFhd4kKRH5/s400/benjamin.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599613185688888530" /></div><div>My new best friend Sarah Thomas and Benjamin - the pride of South Highlands.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now back in New Orleans. We began filming today meaning, free lunches have began. Lobster tail on the first day! So happy here!</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-70466071758611897812011-04-18T09:34:00.003-05:002011-04-18T09:38:49.893-05:00Email of the Day: John Goodman Edition<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>"Subject: do ya'll <span class="Apple-style-span" >have contacts with John Goodman?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hi,<br /><br />I have a TV series that I want to shoot in N'awlins--I want to pitch it to John Goodman first--it was written for him--but I'm flexible.<br /><br />thanks,<br />Rum"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8EC6ZmbXxQiNz-YFryDarwERAAjogkfRQdE5TuCms4ljriAAbH5BypwmT4ZfZpFVouBQB9lLvBw0TRqdPtgpD9Kr7Qkx8hthWiRzISLMhvt-_xz5dZ6NG23IUa33O9KqmgPLXYwNj9SCZ/s400/john_goodman.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596932963711770082" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">New Orleans is going well! I participated in my first Second Line this weekend as well as my 145th Hand Grenade. Keepin it Klassy. I'm heading back to the Shreve this weekend for Easter with the fam. I can't wait to see everyone!<br /></span></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-52723811086023333772011-04-08T17:45:00.003-05:002011-04-08T17:55:00.760-05:00It's The Weekend, Ya'll!<div style="text-align: left;">My fraand Ashley is coming to visit me this weekend. We are going to hit up the French Quarter Festival and see "Trombone Shorty" (see pic below):</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPRNcH0lLAWvsFBeimb3FUod5QKC6dmQTHLFMxwP1V8Uk-UxnOkEU_L46P1O2r0j27NYvifa8FOEI_NX16Kiv9reoYYp-ulY5hed2P035DZ23az3TfQT-WUqDWr9bUOB8bgcPTdouwFg2/s400/trombone+shorty.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 285px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593347972978176498" /></div><div>I've never heard him before, but he looks right up my alley. A little thuggish ruggish Bone and a little jazz all mixed together in a sweet, little, intimidating in a back alley kind of package.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I need to go invest in some sunscreen and a floppy hat because this white girl is going to get her self a burn and peel situation if she's not careful. </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel as though Mercury might be in retrograde because yesterday I had an "out of the blue" conversation with someone who I have known for years but have had little to no contact with other than "Hi! How are you?" "Tell your extras to wear soft soled shoes", etc. So he Facebook chats me up yesterday at 1PM Central Standard Time, drunk, and throwing out sexually explicit dialogue, telling me that he loves me and that his wife won't care and that we should get a hotel together, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>All I could muster out of my fingertips was nervous 'hahas' and 'well I gotta runs' and whatnot. It helps that he is on the East Coast currently, doesn't have my phone number and doesn't know where I live. Thank God. However, I can't wait for him to sober up and scroll up on that chat in a couple of days. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks Mercury. </div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-70942552641095590042011-04-07T11:05:00.003-05:002011-04-07T11:24:01.230-05:00Back in the Saddle<div style="text-align: left;">Well I've started working on 21 Jump Street (the movie, not a TV series)... finding those crazy extras, etc. etc. I'm in New Orleans again, loving life, making new friends, connecting with old friends and having a blast. Here is a little photo gallery of some shiz that has been going down.</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX1m-iyLjFFBGkP0oKC-X6Iyq0WTxMRxMQNArheHJVNggF1V9MIupoc_gz1Z0Wvzeb3sSGvpiqzYypHzxRiJ-gVzaUMCUD1mmvUVSpnL4FftiJ8pP8PBPoXvbCWr2TvXJDjYPHVe6xX-v-/s400/bridge.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874552869227042" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Behold: The ambiance at the bar across the street from my office, The Bridge Lounge. They have a great patio as well as some great house drinks. I had a 'Porch Swing' which was similar to a Pimm's Cup - a signature New Orleanian drink made with cucumbers. Yum.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is my Royal Wedding commemorative item that my dear friend, Charles Rapp (some call him C. Rapp, or just Crap) brought me from the Holy Land, i.e. the UK - home of the royals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixfZGx2E0Oi_Bn1QZiUIyS3FlhnIJZEWvPm2NpSkvPzGvSz-T1yVVQl5gbjA5DAEzs3tw1umaqLzRoCfGfdZTlWkWBTSauoFr4Fs3SFFQ46fd6fODc1Djg8LCOU_Iu52b9rOdkGa78kS_O/s400/royals.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874558634112690" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">Apparently the Royal Wedding isn't as big of a deal here as it is in North Louisiana. Every time I ask if anyone is going to the bar at 6am to watch it and drink Sloe Gin cocktails, everyone looks at me like I'm insane. Whatev.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some photos from my newest discovery which is a little place along the river behind Audubon Park called "The Fly"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL30uc8HzX_cx5lsUtXF5AJ3f0-j0K7GTs5i41vNfZVckiO4D2cwqk57-4rKCqztxF6FYa6J2fNKMcXfMUjqXU46ALv90_n2H-SL-pujH059VcEMWLS_5vcqytmFoLb90VGhMUN1i4-JT5/s400/fly.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874557918638802" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I met all of these people there. They are co-workers and their friends. It was a super cool place and I intend to return soon. Maybe on a Saturday to read a book or something. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was the final picture as I left. What a Crescent City-ish photo! Thanks iPhone! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOihzKQkRFNQhK1qQckulIw8Mi5_0FoTOTtE1G1FDD56NcmRBI5PDr_OftvvchhlnK7id2zywcnr1OxVAvghSOEUA3aZJ9Y2bpqB87RRkyEiI0MrYpM3og6tb2wATUZ27XaXcYlMsjwwl/s400/sunset.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874559532201250" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">More updates soon to come!</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-32214838314971787412011-03-30T14:59:00.004-05:002011-03-30T15:00:55.068-05:00Well this is InterestingThinking about taking this Craigslist housing advertisement seriously... Welcome back to New Orleans, ya'll!<br /><br /><br />"I am offering a beautiful furnished room with private bath and utilities included in a gated community in my home in Algiers in exchange for Christian companionship. I am a single male, 32, Christian and would like to find a special single woman to share my home with. This is an alternative syle of relationship. I have gone through the typical traditional dating scene and it is not working for me. So I am experimenting with this idea. I am a very open minded person and am open to new ideas for companionship with a woman. I won't get just anybody. Truthfully, I work very long hours and would love to have a special companion with me just living in my home. I am generally too tired to drive and to do activities. It's especially warm and cozy to have the woman I am involved with just living with me. <br />I do require a criminal background check with anybody.*** Age and race is unimportant. If you are open minded and like to experiment with new things give me a call. (504) ***-**** <br />Description: 32, male, Latino, 5'10, 190 lbs.,Tulane University graduate, have my own business in the French Quarter. Serious inquiries only. "Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-56998535692123887232011-02-25T15:11:00.003-06:002011-02-25T15:12:50.333-06:00Lameness UpdateSo, John Belushi and I have broken up. I'm currently not eating, drinking lots of wine and watching Bridget Jones' Diary on repeat. Just waiting on Colin Firth to leave his wife and show up on my doorstep.<br /><br />I'm not writing this for sympathy, just for an update. I'm working on thinking positively and embodying inspirational thoughts. Mardi Gras in Shreveport is this weekend. Let's hope my friends don't leave me face down in a gutter.<br /><br />Cheers!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-16639565941888715922011-01-12T21:32:00.001-06:002011-01-12T21:33:46.077-06:00Email of the Day: Weird Request Edition"what kind of people are y'all looking for I have red hair and brown eyes n glasses can I send u one tomorrow night when I get back from out of town and can someone cut and color my hair"<br /><br />Sent from my iPhone<br /><br /><br />I'm over halfway done with my New Orleans adventure. I should be home soon. I can't wait to see the Martin babies and my manfriend. I miss everyone so much!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-91618547816540438362011-01-05T17:45:00.001-06:002011-01-05T17:45:53.053-06:00Email of the Day: Truck Stop Editionmon jan10: truck stop diner<br />gots plenny hats n boots n buckles<br />gots treme' extra experience so i knows to shut my trap and foller direckshins on-set. ;0)<br /><br />Klazzy.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-89888171027994054842010-12-09T17:42:00.003-06:002010-12-09T17:44:37.923-06:00Facebook Status of the Day"Pinto's and Rice with freash vegtables sounds so good thanks dad for makeing beans and rice now all I have to do is the vegtables"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpkRTOFqh8L5Q11JRCFaosP7N2xck1ZcwoHPYg64Iaexf3GHByctTMxaUld32ywmv7iOyGh_zK6caG1CnjBdkBKaposFCJUNKbbkTeCbiI0P34cJFdamIdIUmKhrlCXhJ3B_z4Cie_a3s/s1600/pinto+beans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpkRTOFqh8L5Q11JRCFaosP7N2xck1ZcwoHPYg64Iaexf3GHByctTMxaUld32ywmv7iOyGh_zK6caG1CnjBdkBKaposFCJUNKbbkTeCbiI0P34cJFdamIdIUmKhrlCXhJ3B_z4Cie_a3s/s400/pinto+beans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548832421619401970" /></a><br /><br />Good God. This person shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard. Maybe this person doesn't understand the foundations regarding the red squiggly line.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-71159061334699006602010-12-06T12:20:00.002-06:002010-12-06T12:24:42.028-06:00Email of the Day: Sorority Edition"Dear ******** Casting,<br /><br /> Today I was suppost to be at your agency for a photo shoot for the soroity girls, and to be maybe picked to be a core sorority girl as well. I will not be able to make it, becasue of me going to get my hair done. They screwed it up this past monday and I been there 3 days since to try to get it corrected. It is not blonde any longer and they made it this horrible streaky brown and blondish yellow color. I look like a skunk and it really sucks. I am so sorry. I been trying to get this fixed homing it would be ready for today. I even went this morning and they said for me to get it corrected for free it needs to be by this same guy that screwed it up. I am really sorry and if there was another date I could attend I would love to."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H4y0m3YevafeoE6GBQvmUeO8oAoeZ6oBgVu76TGDwfyGlFCUPcHU9KsKACzc5ZmmsiCqoEOL_n2wzruim0L3qRUe63E0QS6DYjGQESwqxIY3MjWhmr3eijKk1rGkoPLcX91ktrpcK4mV/s1600/skunk+hair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4H4y0m3YevafeoE6GBQvmUeO8oAoeZ6oBgVu76TGDwfyGlFCUPcHU9KsKACzc5ZmmsiCqoEOL_n2wzruim0L3qRUe63E0QS6DYjGQESwqxIY3MjWhmr3eijKk1rGkoPLcX91ktrpcK4mV/s400/skunk+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547636772519749650" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for letting us know of this debacle twenty minutes before you are to arrive, you dumb bitch. :)<br /><br />Happy Monday!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-22933664755390026432010-11-22T13:52:00.003-06:002010-11-22T14:03:31.844-06:00Email of the Day: From New Orleans"I wrote a short story on catwoman 2. I need an expert to read it and give me some feedback about it. Can I send it to you all because I want to make it into a movie. I always wanted to act but living in a small town in louisiana I don't know how. Plus I'm trying to get infromation how to become an extra but don't know how. Can you help me with this. I'm at the library so I don't have internet at home. If you can give me a call at 318-***-****, Thank you -"<br /><br />Hope everyone's doing well. I'm having a great time here in the NOLA. Learning the city, learning the culture, etc. I make little mini-goals for myself when I leave my hotel. I get nervous stomach every time I drive, but hopefully once I'm comfortable here, that will subside. I had some Bloody Marys yesterday so I'm nice and puffy today. The bartender was nice enough to make a sweet little innocent display in one of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YHPoMsE2pJml-6vqkj_tcFSw6CSCwAPAc_FWB6fNwKHczJE-ek_iJqMFn3PJ58qi8RIFZbEBnYhl3ZETS0D6s9GLbKz7Y2cAeZ8DevyYaa04UPJZC9yVQHToH6Acv50nhgx_A5AECt6V/s1600/mary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YHPoMsE2pJml-6vqkj_tcFSw6CSCwAPAc_FWB6fNwKHczJE-ek_iJqMFn3PJ58qi8RIFZbEBnYhl3ZETS0D6s9GLbKz7Y2cAeZ8DevyYaa04UPJZC9yVQHToH6Acv50nhgx_A5AECt6V/s400/mary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542466723846490498" /></a><br /><br />I spent all day on Saturday, strolling along Magazine and getting my boundaries. I had a lonesome dining experience as well. I hate dining alone, but doing so teaches me to learn to be more independent. On Sunday, I ventured via streetcar to the French Quarter. I got myself a prize:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiJMQj3wutJEU6-qw5lbLg3VYoI-Xjvu2rhVj6bwOrSnm1ZNcl_vUF70F_dST18KZAHygBswqADhVgIwRwm6dctk_D0hF6rAAeecxiSBzqDLw-EGU4n4RN7GslUn6m6ndeD7b8c1wEZPS/s1600/slither.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIiJMQj3wutJEU6-qw5lbLg3VYoI-Xjvu2rhVj6bwOrSnm1ZNcl_vUF70F_dST18KZAHygBswqADhVgIwRwm6dctk_D0hF6rAAeecxiSBzqDLw-EGU4n4RN7GslUn6m6ndeD7b8c1wEZPS/s400/slither.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542467063535947154" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'll be home for Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see John's face. He could use the relief from crying himself to sleep every night.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-80653826257698989302010-10-28T09:38:00.001-05:002010-10-28T09:42:38.607-05:00Email of the Day (And Update)"I`m 18 years old and I`m from Mendoza Argentina.I am a college student in my first year of psicology,and also Ive recently graduated as a spanish dance teacher,one of my favorite hobbies is modelling, acting and Ive also participated in some beauty passion contest.I send you these pictures hopping to hear from you soon.<br /> <br /> Sincerilly yours"<br /><br /><br /><br />I mean really. What does this mean? What is a beauty passion contest? I bet that's an interesting one.<br /><br />So I have some exciting news to share with all two of you who read this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjN5U_8fIJWPBK1jcOi9GpbkQK8H_b8CqQuYsD_WqMXo09QlkIVC8vOaEmYszlah1eiKrGgjqJRHB21iLno3_AK_kcq-MH1-pJPmDWHGj6KHyLYW2VCcMLBfbatv6dd8Qn6K8hgpp5NGR/s1600/french.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjN5U_8fIJWPBK1jcOi9GpbkQK8H_b8CqQuYsD_WqMXo09QlkIVC8vOaEmYszlah1eiKrGgjqJRHB21iLno3_AK_kcq-MH1-pJPmDWHGj6KHyLYW2VCcMLBfbatv6dd8Qn6K8hgpp5NGR/s400/french.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533107194389255314" /></a><br /><br />I'm moving to New Orleans to work on the next film project down there. Don't worry your pretty little heads, it's not permanent. But I'm excited!!!! If I cant actually be in France, at least I can be amongst the French Quarter, baby!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-1499553513503099292010-08-20T13:04:00.002-05:002010-08-20T13:10:53.624-05:00Heading to the Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Up!Well it's here! I'm leaving on a jet plane Sunday morning to NYC with Sue. Should be very fun and very interesting since we won't have Keithy with us this go around. That means we can get in more trouble. I have mini-goals for each day:<br /><br />Monday: Get Sue to try sashimi and sake.<br />Tuesday: Get Sue to try vermouth (preferably in a dirty dirty)<br />Wednesday: Get Sue to drop some $$$ on something nice for herself. <br /><br />Alas, these are lofty goals, but certainly not unreachable. If you are friends with me on Facebook, check back there as I will be updating on said goals.<br /><br />I'm thinking about buying myself something fancy while I'm there, but it is very likely that I will pass. But, I like to consider myself a spontaneous person, so we will see. I can't wait to get there! Here's a little video for you all to watch and be envious of me that I will be there in less than 36 hours. :)<br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0UjsXo9l6I8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-41993686842564252972010-07-28T16:26:00.006-05:002010-07-28T16:37:19.586-05:00Life LatelyLife lately has been okay. Not great but not horrible, so I guess okay would be a good word. Okay is better than horrible. I'm still working on 'The Gates' (I hope you've been good friends and have been watching to support my livelihood) and am about to get started on a Nicole Kidman number. Finally. I'll get to meet her. She was atop my list, along with the likes of Meryl Streep and Julianne Moore.<br /><br />Here's a trailer for that show I did "Drive Angry" back a couple of months ago. This show caused me much grief and sleepless evenings, but alas, it is 'in the can' as they say in the industry. See trailer below:<br /><br /><object height="290" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyTPVxiV7B4&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyTPVxiV7B4&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="290" width="400"></embed></object><br /><br />It's probably not something that I would go see in a theater, considering I think Nicolas Cage is probably the worst actor ever, but he's also in the upcoming show with the former Mrs. Cruise, so I guess I should support him, since he's supporting me.<br /><br />I haven't really done much lately other than watch a TON of Big Brother and celebrate birthdays. My boss Ryan just had a birthday (37) and we hit the town last weekend with dinner and a movie at the Robinson Film Center followed by drinks at Wine Country. We saw this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBM2c2GLh489JX-fCNMZZ8ijE_WCflAbL9ckmF_tz5m_x6FWhjD2EtPf_2PvvcStBrjHJJIj2Vpup0eL-P2_dpTP0sn3CGZ-U5v-8wYya3aAIVA0qUPaoNtJf0dZhfuRZF0Ea48ttbm0Vr/s1600/Cyrus-Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBM2c2GLh489JX-fCNMZZ8ijE_WCflAbL9ckmF_tz5m_x6FWhjD2EtPf_2PvvcStBrjHJJIj2Vpup0eL-P2_dpTP0sn3CGZ-U5v-8wYya3aAIVA0qUPaoNtJf0dZhfuRZF0Ea48ttbm0Vr/s400/Cyrus-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499072712069761682" border="0" /></a><br />The following evening, we celebrated with the Sundance crew at Cantina Laredo. Super fun!<br /><br />And that's about it. Hope everyone's having a great summer!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-87046153273953613592010-07-06T11:30:00.003-05:002010-07-06T11:36:48.515-05:00Email of the Day/Life UpdateSo, I'm pretty sure that I took this the wrong way when I read it, but I just HAD to share:<br /><br />"Thank you for such a great experience! This was my first time I ever did something like this, and someone else entered me....so thanks today was so much fun :)<br />***********<br />Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T"<br /><br />I hope that July is treating you lovely lambs well. Its going pretty well for me being that I've made it to the homestretch of "The Gates" without biting anyone. I hope you all are watching. It would ensure job security for myself and I would appreciate you greatly.<br /><br />John's birthday is this weekend. He is turning (shh) 28. Such a precious angel. Here is a current photo of that darling boy:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffAl_nu1DV_-07CZ6cUExsRtHTKLK5oWHFJ7jj8kWJ51wnhCTTYTphaqVN9j8F4Di0WOmBsbSGX5V9eFMUW5tUZs1cBKJdVm_7W6An5YG5mkxMEwHcfXanj1LS-E1DEJFLnuKdv5xns8R/s1600/adam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffAl_nu1DV_-07CZ6cUExsRtHTKLK5oWHFJ7jj8kWJ51wnhCTTYTphaqVN9j8F4Di0WOmBsbSGX5V9eFMUW5tUZs1cBKJdVm_7W6An5YG5mkxMEwHcfXanj1LS-E1DEJFLnuKdv5xns8R/s400/adam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490832693561569714" border="0" /></a><br />That's him there on the left celebrating a USA win in the World Cup. He is in futbol heaven since that little world-wide tournament has been going on.<br /><br />Well, I've missed you all. Perhaps I will be coming around more often now that my life has slowed from a dead sprint to a measly gallop. Happy Holidays, friends!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-68181313057495247662010-06-01T11:56:00.003-05:002010-06-01T12:03:43.081-05:00Recent CrapI just wanted to post some pics of crap that's happened recently. First of all, Sue and I attended a gathering of some girls and moms from our high school Sunday School class. See below:<br /><br />Sue telling some ridiculous story, I'm sure:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-j95ZRCcpvx0GSuJpPBazG-r1D0gR1NAkgblfm3ZXSEt6iYZDQBuPROATzDu7Rikn_GtFr_YItZuKEJ-FR2g9_ISYfON5Djec49MspYA4poV5waYEvdqiQlpsksA9XbyYkoN5c47Sz44/s1600/sue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-j95ZRCcpvx0GSuJpPBazG-r1D0gR1NAkgblfm3ZXSEt6iYZDQBuPROATzDu7Rikn_GtFr_YItZuKEJ-FR2g9_ISYfON5Djec49MspYA4poV5waYEvdqiQlpsksA9XbyYkoN5c47Sz44/s400/sue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850704777381138" border="0" /></a><br />Blurry group pic:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrnd3_3OiWMyikDBwrm0Jk_gvtUdBrP1bUapkVEWk7iqBeSn8c-v3IrqwJe3SrqXpeCC6klYzbQR1nJRTBdvGYvEAGa3HsKC5z5GqamGzM9TU2XZ2VkVjqEuA8D_HEuMtR6sK0mQEgTHE/s1600/blursville.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrnd3_3OiWMyikDBwrm0Jk_gvtUdBrP1bUapkVEWk7iqBeSn8c-v3IrqwJe3SrqXpeCC6klYzbQR1nJRTBdvGYvEAGa3HsKC5z5GqamGzM9TU2XZ2VkVjqEuA8D_HEuMtR6sK0mQEgTHE/s400/blursville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850687676184210" border="0" /></a><br />Action shot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8H8UQDbDC-NFL1bBtmNqFR1GTLgksBLSjes9ftWUZUAWBxZzHgBqQBV7A60PV0mHIkzo4x7uIk4i7TrYohQu6KEsk5YB_eQ1Xbhngvx4ZS8QjbIeo3Pwh-Nok-9cYbwxxF2Wz3dopfcGM/s1600/chattycathy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8H8UQDbDC-NFL1bBtmNqFR1GTLgksBLSjes9ftWUZUAWBxZzHgBqQBV7A60PV0mHIkzo4x7uIk4i7TrYohQu6KEsk5YB_eQ1Xbhngvx4ZS8QjbIeo3Pwh-Nok-9cYbwxxF2Wz3dopfcGM/s400/chattycathy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850690700768290" border="0" /></a><br />This is my more than precious nephew Cooper. He has just started smiling (except he's not smiling here):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7fGHhYlbZUVNSgQNb73JcKI5UhzB7Mw4zxCC0Ve_tEu9H8zZl9b-zL_5YL0Bc8-sjJ55tJYgXkFyrL-aoFZBsU638GGXx33oogl5iH__h-Ur6bDf_ZGXPLbexD2u3Fab8srjtrp9OAPa/s1600/coop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7fGHhYlbZUVNSgQNb73JcKI5UhzB7Mw4zxCC0Ve_tEu9H8zZl9b-zL_5YL0Bc8-sjJ55tJYgXkFyrL-aoFZBsU638GGXx33oogl5iH__h-Ur6bDf_ZGXPLbexD2u3Fab8srjtrp9OAPa/s400/coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477850695654989570" border="0" /></a>I don't have a photo of big brother Miller unfortunately. But fortunately, Miller has learned what markers are. Yet, unfortunately again, Cookie, my parents White French Bulldog is now pink. I will attempt to obtain a photo of that poor angel.<br /><br />Lastly, here is Darla the Desert Rose that was gifted to me by Ron Martin. Just when I thought all hope was lost on her, she bloomed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlETyne51gdAw1ety-asrW1LyzBYhBJNuS1E8i2hnQpjI93wKpfatsgqxmh1mldPuytvfvtwKezOdulMr5i9zdjTqFw3XEPYuH1HAK0tCgIAw2v3UXflEO8TM4zgTY0I5lCFq3jr-AANee/s1600/darla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlETyne51gdAw1ety-asrW1LyzBYhBJNuS1E8i2hnQpjI93wKpfatsgqxmh1mldPuytvfvtwKezOdulMr5i9zdjTqFw3XEPYuH1HAK0tCgIAw2v3UXflEO8TM4zgTY0I5lCFq3jr-AANee/s400/darla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477851717785606962" border="0" /></a>This should be a life lesson to never give up. Happy Memorial Day!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-18389119794734633272010-05-20T01:23:00.003-05:002010-05-20T01:36:12.772-05:00If You Have To Cry, Go Outside<div>So, I started reading Kelly Cutrone's (of People's Revolution, i.e. Kell On Earth) new book that she wrote, basically as an autobiography, but more importantly, how to make your biggest dreams come true. One of the first off the bat things she mentioned is that she had a dream to go to NYC. She had no idea what she wanted to do, but she was going to get there. She tells a story in the first chapter of how everyone around her doubted her, said she was better off staying in Syracuse and getting married and having kids... basically all these things her parents always dreamed for her, but she wanted to live her own dreams... not those dreams of others.<div><br /></div><div>This got me rethinking about where I am in my life. I have family who loves me, a great job, but I feel like I'm constantly being dragged down by the expectations of others. I feel as though I can't have the life experiences that I want to have, go where I want to go, etc., because I'm always having to put my goals and dreams aside in order to make others happy. </div><div><br /></div><div>As selfish as it seems, when friends get married or become expectant mothers, I get a little sad, not because I'm jealous, but because I feel as though everyone's moving on with their lives and I'm still stuck in the zone of wanting to hang out and talk about our lives and gossip. If I don't do these same things, I will no longer have anything in common with my friends anymore. I don't really want to get married or have a baby just because others do, but I'm not really sure how to remedy this situation (on my part).</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I thought, long and hard about what I've always wanted to do. I've always wanted to move away to a big city, much like Kelly, where I know no one, find a job, find an apartment and live life.. for a year, two years, forever....maybe in this place:</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWceG34fH6YFWGjurc3Czkm3F4wdrIEJfyeFBwG8iBKJ3rw3RZqX7LTPhNORfbmGA9Yb2jTcqNS4EZ0rtqr4mxn9vxhAHcPHtG-glcbIj-QQlYvpC6UxpiwjgynJ0hvYDPJObTAfDz12br/s1600/seattle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWceG34fH6YFWGjurc3Czkm3F4wdrIEJfyeFBwG8iBKJ3rw3RZqX7LTPhNORfbmGA9Yb2jTcqNS4EZ0rtqr4mxn9vxhAHcPHtG-glcbIj-QQlYvpC6UxpiwjgynJ0hvYDPJObTAfDz12br/s400/seattle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473235743233478802" /></a><br /><br /><div>So, I put down the Kindle, picked up the laptop and sent out a bunch of resumes. For jobs in Seattle. I doubt anyone calls me. Lord knows, with a studio art degree, I'm hardly qualified to student teach, but I just want to see what happens....</div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-57542232584795582922010-05-13T16:08:00.003-05:002010-05-13T16:15:25.916-05:00Why There Have Been No Blogs LatelyI hate to be a drag, but I've been working so much lately that I haven't had time for much of anything, especially blogging :(<br /><br />I've been working on a movie starring Nicholas Cage (which is sure to be as horrible as all of his other movies, post Leaving Las Vegas) and Amber Heard...and some loser from Twilight. There's a Satanic Orgy involved, so I don't really have much to say here other than, I'm sorry, film critics. But hey, the extras will look amazing, I'm sure... as they always do.<br /><br />On top of that monstrosity, I've been working on a new television series for ABC called "The Gates":<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/cvEcCqRdD6U/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvEcCqRdD6U&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvEcCqRdD6U&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><br /><br />Please set your Tivo's to ensure that I have work for years to come. There are twelve episodes to film and I'm currently working on #5... wish me luck, yall.<br /><br />Anyway, it should be good. I'm excited about it, but it requires CONSTANT attention by me leaving me no time to do anything. So, I'm sorry that you haven't heard from me, but I promise to be better and more attentive to this blog. <br /><br />Also, I'd like to note that I did paint my bedroom green, excuse me, Gypsy Teal, for all of you who were wondering if I would ever check that off of my New Year's Resolution list. Done and done. <br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-23942479435361192292010-05-04T16:38:00.002-05:002010-05-04T16:38:54.521-05:00Email of the Day<span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;">"I been wanted to act and model for a while but I don't know who to get in touch with..I live in Plain Dealing,La and it's a really small town and no one knows nothing..I was thinking about acting classes but they cost too much..I'm 15 years old going on 16 May 25.."<br /><br />What exactly is the question, here?<br /><br />I miss you all. I'll be back soon, I promise!<br /></span></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-886467184943734742010-03-17T16:46:00.005-05:002010-03-17T16:53:13.192-05:00Seriously, again?<h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;">To the same girl with redneck neighbors from yesterday:<br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;">No really, please stop posting your status on Facebook. You're only embarrassing yourself.</span></h3><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" >Love, Kate (See newest post below)<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span class="UIStory_Message">"Ok I NEED SOME HELP baby goat 2 hours old mother want let it nurse what can I do mother goat does not have any milk Tryed joes formual it want take it tryed whole milk suager water real water. Need help"</span></span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523417031084202176.post-24220936766398407352010-03-16T10:10:00.005-05:002010-03-16T10:15:55.203-05:00It's Too Early for this Crap<h3 style="font-weight: normal; font-family: times new roman;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}">A real status from a real person who I am 'friends' with on Facebook:</h3>"Ok well let's see stayed awake all night long because of gun shoots, let's see can you guess which one DRIVE BY or REDNECKS with guns.<br /><br />Well you if guessed REDNECKS with guns your RIGHT. We have been haveing coytoes kill goats and other live stock we also heard that there is a couger killing live stock in Keithville we<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">ll that's less than 5 miles from my house, I also read online that a couger travels up to 20 miles a night looking for a kill....... All I can say is my guns are loaded if it comes my way. Guess like the song you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl! Lol lol lol ha ha ha ha! You just have to love a country girl!" </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnxN6I5lU_KuTipuCbUyuI_LFM8Nfk0WrnEeCFXRAAvz1Lisvmky6ayD_XQ4U2ahfcRqfOGEo_6GY7Cm50UEcBioCMFc_HKbAe4Lm_8z7q-F3IWI5RSDHcFdBwjQIuPbnusbIAXm65-yF/s1600-h/sarah-palin-bikini-photo-fake1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnxN6I5lU_KuTipuCbUyuI_LFM8Nfk0WrnEeCFXRAAvz1Lisvmky6ayD_XQ4U2ahfcRqfOGEo_6GY7Cm50UEcBioCMFc_HKbAe4Lm_8z7q-F3IWI5RSDHcFdBwjQIuPbnusbIAXm65-yF/s400/sarah-palin-bikini-photo-fake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449249682549537762" border="0" /></a><br />I don't even know what to say here other than I added the photo for effect...<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03888315713780030107noreply@blogger.com2