Love is... a new obsession

On a quick note... this is my very new favorite place to waste time. Here is a teaser

Love is... where dreams come true

Hi. This is where I am going in one week from Friday(not Paris Disney, just California Disney). Why? Because I love it there, and Tyler surprised me with a beautiful trip before our lives end. I cannot relay how excited I am!! I am unhealthily obsessed with all things Disney, specifically Cinderella. I am really lucky that Ty is so generous and thoughtful.

On a completely opposite note, can I just say that I really hate Charlie Sheen? I really either want him to die from an overdose or just kind of die in general. Granted I have been in a really bitchy (yes, BITCHY) mood recently and I have dislike for a lot of people in the world right now... but I have always disliked Charlie Sheen.

Changing topics once again, I love BYU. I love everything about them. I love the school, I love the players, I love the fans. No matter what happens, they are a great team and Jimmer rocks my socks off. So does Charles. And sometimes Emery.

GO COUGS!

Love is... broken hearts

I feel like I need to make a blog post... although I have nothing to post about really.

I guess I could talk about work and some crazy patients, but then I always feel like I am walking that fine line with HIPPA and it makes me nervous.

I could talk about how I desperately need a vacation or I am going to loose my sanity... but everyone probably feels that way.

I could talk about how my pants are beginning to get a little bit tighter... but that is depressing.

I could talk about BYU basketball and my broken heart... but that is even more depressing. (However, let me just state for the record that if I were the girl that told on B. Davies... I would have waited the extra month. Call me a sinner... but I absolutely would have waited).

I could talk about the Oscars, but I feel like I like the same dresses as everyone else and if I really told my in laws which dress I would wear... they might be slightly concerned. This year my Oscar blog contribution will be the Modern Family commercial because I have watched it probably 5 times this morning and I am still laughing hysterically.

I could talk about my brother and how good he is doing and how much I miss him but that just makes me depressed and then I would just want to talk my vacation to West Virginia and I think they tend to frown upon that. He did get accepted to BYU though!! I am SO jealous. I will probably spend more time with him than with Tyler... because I love Provo, not because Ty is a Ute fan. Kind of.

Pretty much that's it. Hopefully my mood will start to pick up and my blog posts will be better.

Love is... a lovely day

I sincerely thought about posting a list of things that must go. I have been frustrated this week. However, I feel as though I would just become frustrated all over again so I mentally vetoed that idea and decided I would write about my lovely love day. Tyler and I decided that on hearts day we would trade off on who is responsible for the festivities. Last year it was Tylers turn and we had takeout and watched Hannibal. This year it was my turn, although that did not stop Ty from "chipping in". He sent me a super hippie flower arrangement to work and I loved it! Then he surprised me by ditching class and I thought that was nice... although I promise I would have been happy if he had gone to class. I decided I would make dinner. The menu was as follows:

Salad with a creamy homemade Italian dressing

sourdough bread and butter

asparagus ravioli with a lemon and sage cream sauce

tiramisu

Shirley Temples

I feel as though dinner was a success. For gifts, I got Ty a sweater and book from Urban and he got me a spa kit complete with chocolate covered strawberries that he put together HIMSELF! What a champ. He is such a good guy. I am very lucky and very in love.

On a side note... I love this girls tattoo and I have officially added a tattoo idea to my list of tattoos.

Love is... ignorance is not bliss

Truly... ignorance is not bliss. Ask Michelle from Apple Valley, CA who recently sent this in to the BYU newspaper

Letter: Idol worship

Mon, 02/07/2011 - 21:02

I can’t walk across campus without hearing Jimmer Fredette’s name a dozen times. His name comes up everywhere: in class, at work, during lunch … really, people? Cut it out with the Jimmer worship. Last time I checked, idol worship was very much frowned upon in the scriptures.

Don’t you have a life to live? Then quit wasting it in front of the TV or in lines at the Marriott Center.

At the very least, stop trying to convert those of us who don’t follow BYU sports and don’t care that baseball and badminton are two different things. Pushing basketball on us isn’t going to make us like it any better.

I’m not blaming Jimmer for all this; was it Nephi’s fault in the Book of Mormon when his brothers worshiped him? As far as I’m concerned, Jimmer is perfectly free to live his dreams. If he reaches his goals and lives his dreams, more power to him. I would like the same courtesy from his fans: let me live my own dreams in peace, even if they don’t include ever sitting in the Marriott Center screaming my brains out.

Michelle Peralta
Apple Valley, Calif.

After she sent that in, she posted on facebook (http://dreamcatchermedia.com/jimmered) and after she posted on facebook, she received over 500 pro Jimmer comments and coincidentally got Jimmer Fredette more press on ESPN, CBS Sports, NBC Sports, and Yahoo Sports because his fans are so loyal... and SO funny. If you want to make your life better go through the comments. Here's a taste of my personal favorites:

"Looks like your facebook page just got Jimmered"

"Jimmer never said it would be easy, he only said it would be worth it"

"I noticed in your letter that you accidently forgot to capitalize some of your pronouns when you referred to The Jimmer. I am sure He doesn't appreciate that"

"Michelle, if you want to express you feelings directly to Jimmer feel free to e-mail him gmail@thejimmer.com"

"and on the 7th day... he scored 47 points"

Love is... simple

Tyler is having a birthday soon... but he is not shouting hooray. This was our conversation when I told him I had some birthday ideas..

Kat:Ty! Guess what! I pretty much have your birthday all planned.
Ty: Kat... noooo.
Kat: Ty! Why? What? You don't even know what I am thinking.
Ty: Yes I do. I know you. It will be an all day affair with expensive meals and gifts.
Kat: No. It is simple. You asked me for simple so I kept it simple.
Ty: Your simple or my simple.
Kat: Give me some credit. I really tried hard not to be too kathryn this time. It's mellow, you'll like it.
Ty: You're right. I should give you more credit. It is probably no fun for you at all because I am so boring and won't let you plan a party or take me to England for the weekend.
Kat: Your exactly right. It's been really tough being married to someone who likes things simple.
No replay from Tyler
Kat: So I've been talking to Kalie about it...
Ty: Kat! That's not simple!


I hate to admit when he is right, but he is right. I do not do simple. The thought of a birthday automatically makes me think of the following: party, cake, party favors, party theme, party entertainment, party food, party decorations, big birthday surprise.
This year, however, I have done quite well for myself and contrary to Tylers last comment, Kalie has been helping me keep it simple... along with some other people. So, wish me luck and cross your fingers that Tyler will really appreciate my version of simple this year

Love is... You have officially been Jimmered.

Let's face it world... You've been Jimmered because you can't help but shake your head in amazement as Jimmer banks a shot like he doesn't even know 24 NBA scouts are there. You've been Jimmered because you can't figure out how the guy doesn't change form based on whether he's 2' or 40' away from the basket. You've been Jimmered because whatever fan base you belong to, you know what being Jimmered means.
So, to put it frankly and blatantly, who cares what the guys birth certificate says? A rose called by any other name would smell just a sweet... And so would victory. So here's to you poor sports at work and on facebook, who love to tell me that Jimmer Fredette is really James Fredette. I guess that's probably the worst thing you could say about someone who scored 47 points on your team. It's cute really... And I wouldn't want you to choke on your own vomit by giving BYU a compliment. So you keep complaining about James. And I'll keep cheering for Jimmer. I have a feeling I'll be the one smiling in the end.
The fact that a piece of paper says James is irrelevant because either way... You're Jimmered.