Lots (and lots) of Changes

A lot of things happened over the past two weeks. A lot of life changing decisions, as well as a lot of sudden, cold realizations.

I put in my two weeks notice at the YMCA. I start a new job in two weeks at Wake Forest University. One of my best friends was diagnosed with Leukemia. I can’t see her because I am sick, and my cough could kill her. Marc left for School of Infantry. As well as many other things that will remain off Elephant Ears.

With that being said, Elephant Ears will be put on hold immediately, and I do not know when I will be picking up this blog in the future. In the meantime, I will be blogging at another location that I would be happy to send you in a text message or email. It has come to my attention that details about my life need to be kept a little quieter and those who are allowed into it need to be more selective. If you would like to continue reading the thoughts and occurrences of my little life, leave your email in the comments. If not, I know who you are. ;)

I thank each and every one of you that has read Elephant Ears over the past several years, and I am looking forward to the day I can write to you once again.

Until then.

Another See You Later

I am sitting on my bed waiting for Marc to finish his military precision shaving before we head out the door for Charlotte, NC, where we will say another see you later. Shockingly, I am the one that is more calm today. I am not entirely sure why. I am at a strange peace with this whole Marine situation. I know that if we could make it through boot camp, come out stronger, better, together, then we can make it through anything life or the United States Marine Corps can throw at us.

Last night as we were watching a movie his nerves set in. “I don’t want to leave you, Katelyn. I hate saying goodbyes. I am going to miss so much while I am gone. I am excited to move forward in the Marines, but not excited for everything I have to leave behind,” he said to me. “You have no choice,” I said back as I hugged him a little tighter. In all of it’s complexity, it’s simply that… He no longer has a choice.

Marc has wanted to be a Marine for a very long time, and he was enlisted before we even met and started dating many months ago. He is going to be an exceptional Marine. He was the honor graduate for his platoon, he was guide from Training Day 1 to Graduation… he was built for this; he wants this. I just never in a million years would think he got nervous or scared sometimes, too. I have 100% faith that he will succeed and do great. I know he has that faith as well, he just has to get to San Diego first.

The change in Marc from the day I said see you later on February 23rd to the day he graduated on May 23rd, is astounding. You think that’s a big word for the change that could occur, but it’s not. Astounding isn’t even accurate because it’s not “big” enough. Marc left insecure, felt obligated to everybody, unsure of many of his decisions… and he came back CONFIDENT, making his own decisions and knew in his heart what was right and what he wanted to do. I had to blink twice several times to make sure Marc was the one standing in front of me over the course of these 10 days. Sure he might be 10 pounds lighter, but he is so much stronger. I wrote many, many times in his letters that if anything changed in him during the 13 weeks of bootcamp I hoped it would be his confidence. I hoped that the Marines would give him a place where he felt he belonged. Before he left for basic we had several conversations about how he hasn’t felt like he has “fit” anywhere since he took his final steps off the football field, and how he was hoping the Marines and the brotherhood brought him back to that feeling. Lord have Mercy does he fit, and I couldn’t be happier or more proud of him.

And in true Katelyn Garlow fashion, I didn’t finish this post before we left for the airport and I just got home from Charlotte. I just said my see you laters. I just broke down in tears on an airport parking deck bus because a sappy love song was on the radio. I am now listening to more sappy love songs on Ben Rector radio and just really wanted to write. I haven’t written a lot these past three months, because all of my free time went to written some pretty epic love letters to somebody that really needed them.

Marc’s next stop is Camp Pendleton, California. It’s in between San Diego and Los Angeles. He will be there for the next 20 weeks completing his training. The first 8-9 weeks will be his School of Infantry (SOI) training, where he will better learn Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (MCMAP), as well as be further trained as a rifleman. The day he graduates from SOI he will be put on a bus with his sea bags and transported to a different part of Camp Pendleton to begin his Recon training. (Click the link if you are wanting to know more about Recon. It tells you more than I ever could.) He was able to take a phone to this next phase of training, and it is believed that he will have leave on the weekends and will be able to use said phone! So that makes this phase of training like Christmas everyday. There are also some other pretty awesome opportunities, but I will just be keeping those to my little self for the time being.

Even though he will be an entire country away for the next 20 weeks, at least he will be in the same country! (That’s what he said… not me.) Thank you to all of those who supported Marc and I during bootcamp, and through his leave. I am looking forward to this next phase and what’s next. Like I said 14 weeks ago, today is the first day of the rest of our lives.


Cone of Shame

Last week was probably one of the hardest weeks of this entire boot camp experience. Not because it was Crucible week, not because I was going to see him next week, not because time was crawling, not because of anything really related to the Marine Corps… but because Sadie had an emergency trip to the veterinarian and I had an epic meltdown.

We were playing fetch in my back yard when she started limping. I thought maybe she had just tweaked a little muscle or something, so we went inside to rest. She was still limping the next day, so I came home from work at lunch to give her some aspirin, and I noticed her paw toes were really spread out. I thought maybe she broke a toe, so I had her lay down and I looked at her paw. That’s when I noticed the back of her paw pad had ripped off. Cue instant, horrendous, like I was just shot… meltdown. I am sure there were a lot of emotions that came out all at once when I realized Sadie was hurt. Let me just tell you, the flood gates opened. I called the Vet and told them what happened. They said, “get her here as fast as you can,” and that most definitely made things worse. My mind went worse case scenario and I feared they were going to have to cut her leg off, and I was going to have to max out my credit cards.

I was fortunately able to get the giant lug of fur into the car and into the vet office without wrecking or getting a speeding ticket. When I got to the vet I looked in the mirror and laughed. Hell had warmed over and it was my face. I was still wearing the t-shirt I cried in, so there were snot marks, tear marks… I was all around a hot mess, and took the struggle bus to a whole new level.

To be honest, the hardest part of the entire Vet experience was getting Sadie on the scale. She doesn’t like things with treads, and that scale just threw her into a tizzy. Good news came, Sadie lost 6 pounds! (She needed to.) Once we got back to the exam room, the doctor came in and decided that she needed a little paw procedure. They would numb her foot and cut off the torn piece of paw pad. Twenty minutes later, and an entire phone battery later… Sadie came back with a cute purple polka dotted cast and the cone of shame. To say it was a traumatic experience for me is putting it mildly. Thankfully, the Vet’s at Animal Ark are amazing and wonderful and helped me do everything that needed to get for Sadie and she is healing up nicely.
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She got stuck on everything, and it was hilarious. We are healing up nicely, and we are out of our cast and cone of shame!

Whew, just in the nick of time! We leave for Parris Island in 24 hours!



I love to hate running

A few weeks ago my friend Louise (Weezy) called me up and asked me to go running with her and her friends. Her friends just so happen to be a Fleet Feet training group in Winston-Salem. I was beyond terrified to say the least. I hadn’t ran since I tore my Achilles Tendon four years ago, and even though I have tried it since then, it’s never really worked out. I hated running. I would have rather had someone pull on my pinky toe than go running. There were three miles on the docket that day, and my stomach was in knots the moment I woke up to the moment I started running.

And when I say running, I mean a baby probably could have crawled faster.

My goal was to simply finish. Just finish, Kate, that’s all you have to do. One foot in front of the other, keep moving, you will not allow yourself to be last, you will run every damn step of this course, it doesn’t matter Winston-Salem is the hilliest place on God’s green Earth, Marc is at boot camp suffering on the daily… you can run three miles, and the endless other things that were going through my head to just get me to finish. And you know what? I finished all three miles without walking… for the first time in 4 years.

I could have flown I was so proud of myself. I wasn’t afraid of not being able to do it anymore; I had just completed it. There simply was no other reason to be afraid. Weezy asked me how I liked it, and if I would like to continue running with the group. I liked it a lot, but the price tag was a little too steep for my YMCA budget. Good thing she let me know she signed me up for my birthday.

It was hard. All of those hills did suck. I was slow. I was hurting.

But I finished. But I made a new friend. But I became a part of a new community. But I was pushed to try something new. But I was pushing myself. But I was doing something that I never thought I would be able to do again.

I had been afraid of re-injuring myself for so long that I never really started running for real again. I always ran/walked not only because my legs, but because I was running too fast. I had never thought to you know… pace myself. Turns out now that every time I run, I run faster. I surprise myself each time I turn on my Nike Plus running app and go out for a training run, because when I come back there is a little flag that says “CONGRATULATIONS! That was your fastest mile time yet!” Each time I think to myself, that didn’t feel faster, but it says I’m faster.

Sure there have been complications. I am getting horrendous shin splints because my shin muscles aren’t built up for running yet, and at times I would like to sink myself into an ice bath up to my neck. I went out and spent way too much money on compression sleeves that just ended up causing MASSIVE amounts of pain. I have plantar wart on the bottom of my foot that has been frozen, treated with acid and will eventually have to be cut out. But I keep running, because it makes me feel good about myself, and it’s about damn time I felt good about myself.

Ever since my tendon injury, and graduating college, weight has gradually crept up on me. Do I think I am fat and ugly? Sometimes, but the majority of the time no.  Growing up and working has thrown a lot of wrenches in my workout and eating habits. That Mac-and-Cheese probably isn’t the best thing for me to eat anymore, especially when I am not knocking out several miles a day and 2 exercise classes like I was in college. I haven’t really ever talked about this on the blog before, but it simply doesn’t bother me anymore.

Running, even though I have only done it for three weeks, is something that I really enjoy doing now. I wake up excited to lace up my new Brooks running shoes that I bought with my birthday money and head out for a 3 or (FIVE)  miler. I am excited to push myself. I am excited to get faster. I am excited to see how doing the TRX bootcamp is helping my knees and joints. I am excited to be excited about myself again. Whether or not I shrink back down to my college weight, which if we are being serious was probably unhealthy anyways, I am ready to be proud of myself. Running helps me accomplish that, and I am extremely thankful for Weezy helping me get out of my comfort zone and trying something new. I’m thankful that I have found something, something that I never thought I would enjoy again, that makes me feel good.

Anyways, I am just really excited for this new adventure in my life called running, and am looking forward to all of the fun things, good feelings and knock on wood, no more injuries, to come.


On Turning 25

Last Tuesday, yes over a week ago, I turned the ripe old age of 25. Sorry I am just now blogging about it; I have been going non-stop.

I really enjoy being 25. To be honest, I was telling people I was 25 several weeks before my actual birthday. I was just ready to be 25, one year old… (one year wiser)… Last year I said I felt like I would fit 24, but I don’t think I did. Do I think I will fully fit 25? I am not sure. I don’t really think I will fit my age until I am old and grey relaxing on a front  porch, but I do feel like 25 and 2014 is going to be a great year for me. Challenging, undoubtedly, but totally worth it.

My friends and family went out of their way to make my birthday wonderful this year. My 23rd and 24th birthday’s came and went, so I wasn’t building up for anything special this year, but it was the exact opposite.

On Saturday night, Marc’s Dad and Step-Mom invited me over for dinner to celebrate my birthday. I just thought it would be a yummy dinner with lots of back porch sitting and playing fetch. When I was on their road, I noticed that Sally was driving right in front of me. I was just on the phone with her, and I know she knew nobody in that neighborhood, so I pieced together that Sally was going to dinner! Once I got to their house, Sally and I hugged and got all excited. I noticed that Guy (Marc’s dad) was wearing his nice lounge pants and shoes… so something had to be up. That or he really does like me. haha  That thought hadn’t fully processed before Lori and Billy showed up for dinner! I was so surprised. It was great to have some of my best friends at my birthday dinner. They sure did pull one over on me! (Good thing I showered AND brushed my hair.) They also surprised me with the cutest Thirty-One box with “Love Letters” embroidered on the front to keep all the letters Marc has written me and other Marine keepsakes.
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Then on Monday, Lori (pictured above) decides that she wants to surprise me with dinner at Carrabba’s and a gift certificate to go get my nails done! And it wasn’t even my birthday yet! We had a great time just sitting and chatting, and even Billy (her husband) came to join us. It was a great evening. I had just got done running (I will explain that later) and looked pretty fresh, but even so, I had a blast.
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On Tuesday, my actual birthday, I went to work in yoga pants… because it was my birthday and I wanted to. First, I met my Dad at Cracker Barrel for breakfast, because he was flying out that evening and wouldn’t be able to go to dinner. It was nice to just be able to sit and talk with my dad, and not have to yell over my brothers torturing me. It was a sunny morning and a dreary afternoon, but it didn’t bother me much. I met Sally at a Mexican restaurant for birthday lunch, and girl talk. While I was coming back to work from lunch, I get a phone call saying I have flowers at work. My dad always sends me flowers for things, and I thought they were from him because he felt bad about missing my birthday. But when I walked in the door and saw them, they were not Dad flowers. (Dad always sends roses.) This was major. There was a card, so I picked it up, and it was from MARC! I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak. Once I could regain my composure I immediately called his step-mom (who I knew was in on it) and asked how the heck did that even happen. I came to find out that he had them all picked out, card written, and ready to go before he even left! I was so surprised. So. Surprised. My friend Mary Catherine gave me a great idea of what to do with the flowers, so after a few days, I picked some petals and am drying them to put in a clear ornament for Christmas! Isn’t that just the best little idea ever? I am pretty excited about it, and the flowers… that are still going strong a week later. {{Way to go RCT Lucas… way.to.go.}}
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After work, I headed downtown for my running club (again later) and ran my little heart out. Yes, I went to torture myself on my birthday… It was a sucky run, but I finished. That’s all that matters to me. Once that was over, I went to my mom’s house, again looking fresh, for birthday dinner with her and my  brothers. My mom made a delicious meal, including Mac-and-Cheese! She got me a FitBit for my birthday, and I absolutely love it. If you have been looking into one, I highly recommend it. I have the Force, which I know some people are having complications with, but I am not. God decided to trade me… he made me allergic to Christmas Trees, but not the nickle used in FitBits. She also got me the Vera Bradley bag I wanted, but we are hoping to trade it out for a different pattern. It’s perfect for my work bag, so I don’t have to carry three different bags, and would be a great weekend getaway bag!

Overall I had a great birthday, and even though somebody was missing, it was still wonderful. Thank you to all the family and friends that made it such a great birthday!

Cheers to 25



Merlot & van Gogh

Well y’all, we have made it to April! It’s my birthday month (and seemingly everybody else’s.) I don’t know what happened 9 months prior to April in 1988-89, but apparently it was a doozy. July 4th is my best guess. #merica

I celebrated the first April birthday to come my way with a great group of ladies at a local paint and BYOB place called Merlot and van Gogh. Thankfully for me, the place was about 100 yards from my apartment and I just got into my painting clothes, snagged my bottle of wine from the fridge and walked up the street for the festivities. (I will miss you perfectly located Nook of mine.) We stopped in Burke Street Pizza for a slice before the party. Fun Fact: I hate pizza, but I can kill an order of garlic knots real quick. Once it was time, we walked next door for our painting class!

Dianne is Marc’s step-mother, and a total godsend when it comes to this whole Marines thing, so I was super excited when she asked me to join in on her birthday party with her friends.

I would highly recommend going to any and all of these classes if you get the chance. I have painted before, and of course craft around here and there, but it was so much fun for those who have never picked up a paint brush to those who know how to mix their own paint.
I didn’t get a before picture, because I didn’t think you needed to see a white canvas. This is after all of the background was complete.

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me, Marc’s sister, Dianne, Libby (step-sister)

It was a great experience! If you live in the Winston area I suggest you check it out, it was a ton of fun. If you get 10 of your friends together, you get a private party and you get to pick your painting, but they also offer a lot of other classes where you can join in the fun with strangers (no) and adventure with your painting.

Thanks for including me in your birthday this year Dianne!


Not So Little Anymore

Today is the day that my baby brother turns 18!

In all of his 90’s glory

Jacob told me he didn’t think that I would write him a happy birthday post, so here I am to prove him wrong. (Because I motivate myself to prove others wrong.)

One of my favorite posts ever was actually written about my little brother. If you would like to take a trip down memory lane and read How to Live with Your Little Brother, be my guest. It’s quite funny, and gives you some insight to the torture I have been subjected to the past now 18 years of my life.

This is how I feel about him being my brother sometimes (okay most of the time)

and this is how he feels about it

Even though he drives me crazy, he is still my little brother. Happy 18th Birthday you butt sniffer.




Well hey strangers!

I am sitting in a Starbucks in Pinehurst, NC, getting ready to go check in to The Holly Inn for my first E.A Morris Fellowship retreat! It’s a beautiful day here, and I am pumped for this first retreat. We are all staying in the historic city of Pinehurst, and I feel way fancy. haha My dad has already tried to get me to get him a discount on course #2. (Ever heard of the U.S Open?)

A lot has been happening over in my neck of the woods. I am very thankful for being able to stay unrealistically busy over the past several weeks. A sore spot in my busy life came a few weeks ago when I found out my landlords will not let me re-sign my lease for the next year. When approached about re-signing my lease, I asked for a 6-month or 12-month with potential military out clause. I would have loved to sign for another year, but once the landlords knew of my potential to break the lease they would not let me re-sign. I know, I know… right after I show you what the nook looks like, I will be moving AGAIN! It’s the story of my life.

I went to The Melting Pot for the first time for Marc’s step-sisters birthday dinner. It was an experience to say the least! We were there for three hours, and had a heated debate over whether or not our waiter looked like “Jack” Leonardo DiCaprio or “Growing Pains” Leo. I voted Jack. It was just what the doctor ordered.

I have also gotten several letters! I have never stalked somebody more in my life than the mailman those first three weeks until my first letter. Poor mail man. Marc is doing great, but it’s very frowned upon to post updates on the internet. So just know he is doing great, and we are down to 9 weeks!

I cut five inches off my hair! Yup, sure did. It’s right at my collar bone now. I didn’t mean to, but I cut it right where it looks like it’s in that awkward growing out phase. Go me, but I am not going to cut it any shorter. haha I am just going to let it grow and get healthy. It’s been 6-8 months since I cut my hair, and it was starting to look bad. Since my boyfriend isn’t anywhere near me, and can’t even see what it looks like… I figured why not cut it? haha I’m sure y’all will see a picture after I selfie myself to death at my retreat this weekend.

I also started coaching a U8 girls soccer team! They are the most precious little girls, and I am not sure why I haven’t started coaching before this season. Our jerseys are dark green, and so they named themselves the Shamrocks! Our first game is tomorrow morning, so I won’t be able to make it. Thankfully, I am coaching with my really good friend Mary Catherine and she is going to lead the Shamrocks to their hopeful first victory! These littles don’t know how to play soccer at all. I wish I could see them run around and kick in a game setting. Teaching them how to throw in this week during practice was quite comical. Coach MC has “special spray paint” when sprayed on your shoes make your feet stick to the ground. I have no doubt she will have to whip that out tomorrow during the game.

Well, I have to go check into the Holly Inn and get ready for our formal dinner tonight at The Carolina Hotel. This Fellowship is looking better and better as the days go by!

Until next time,


10 Things I love about my Dad (but make fun of him for)

Today is my Dad’s birthday! He is turning 51! I know, I got a young dad. Too bad when Jacob is 24 you’re going to be like 80. ;)

I was inspired by Thought Catalouges article “13 Things Dad’s Pretend they Hate (but secretly love).” So this is my “10 Things I Actually Love about My Dad (but always make fun of him for).”

#10 – His collegiate affiliation confusion – I am 100% certain my dad only wears NCSU gear because he knew I would kill him if he didn’t. He came home one day all proud that he got a NCSU pull over… my mom got it from Goodwill for like $3.00. But he does it for me, which is the sweetest. NC State still beat WVU in the Champs Sports Bowl, no matter what Uncle Philip says. They would do it again. So there.

#9 – That he falls asleep in doctors offices – This one time, I had to go to the dermatologist, and the doctor there creeped me out beyond all beyond. I had to take the appointment with him, because I lived in DC and needed to be seen by a doctor stat. I asked my dad to come with me and he did, and when I walked out of the back, I found him PASSED OUT snoring in the waiting area. hahahaha omg it was the best moment of my life. I have uploaded pictures from my phone and cleaned out my photos on my phone multiple times… but this gem will never be deleted.

#8 – The way he tells stories – It has gotten the point he has told the same story so many times he can keep a straight face, so while everybody else has tears spilling out of their eyes from laughing so hard. He keeps it together while he talks about how he convinced me to believe during one of his drug launches that they were going to fill a rocket full of medicine that would explode over the world and cure the world of asthma. So much so, I went to school the next day and requested it for prayer. I believed this from 6th grade until he told me the truth… when I was a sophomore in college. And let’s not get started on the Aunt Carol stories.

#7  His “uniform” – My dad has worn the same sweater for the past 25 years. It got so bad we bought him a new sweater, exactly the same as the old one thinking he would get rid of the old one. Wrong, he wears the new one under the old one. He also gets a new pair of slippers for Christmas, because well, no uniform is complete without bedroom slippers. Also, insert the pajama pants that are pulled up higher than Steve Urkel.

#6 His Pajamas – They really do deserve their own number after all the making fun of him we do about his pj’s. My Dad always wears the silliest of pajamas. My all time favorites are the Smurf pajamas. Yes, my father owns fleece smurf pajamas. The first time Marc came over to meet him, I called him and said “please do not wear your smurf pajamas.” Don’t worry, he didn’t wear the smurfs… he changed into the candy canes.

#5 How he tells time – My dad doesn’t tell time, he exaggerates plus/minus 5 hours. “Hey Dad, what time is it?” “It’s 5:30pm.” *checks my phone and it’s 4:45* “Hey Dad, when do we need to leave?” “5 minutes” *ready in 10 minutes… Dad still in his uniform* “Hey dad, when does {insert this event here} start?” “At 6:00pm” *checks event website… event starts at 7:30pm* This happens daily.

#4 THREE SECOND RULE OR DIE – If you follow a car closer than three seconds they are going to slam on their breaks and you will die. But does he really always follow the three second rule? No. (You really don’t.) I’m pretty sure he only says it when he knows we are paying attention. I’ll look up from my iPod for a second (I can only take so much talk radio), and all of a sudden, “do you notice that I am following the three second rule?” Yes, Dad. “Always make sure when you are following car you follow the three second rule.” Yes, Dad.” And do not ever go more than five miles over the speed limit, ever. Ever.

#3  When he has to cook dinner – He orders pizza or he makes egg drop soup. I think he has upgraded to a third meal of heating up frozen chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries. 

#2 He watches iCarly – Like the Nickelodeon TV show, iCarly. I haven’t caught him watching this in a while, but it was always one of my favorite things to tease him about. “It really is a good show, Katelyn.” 

#1 That is favorite song is Who Let the Dogs out by the Baha Men – In case you need a refresher. He bought the CD, y’all. BOUGHT THE CD. He claims it’s because he needed a song for Jacob’s soccer team pump up song, but he is lying. He loves that song.

The honorable mention includes the fact that he has a handy dandy iPhone, but never takes it with him ANYWHERE. There is going to be a day when I actually am in an emergency you know.

So happy birthday to the worlds best dad! Thank for all of the encouraging emails, always going to sports games with me, being my personal accountant (even when I get married I will call you first), my handy man, my main mover, taking care of Sadie always, and somebody I can always talk to about the hard stuff.

I love you! Now go back to being a Papa.


Busy, Busy, Busy

I guess WordPress had thought I had been away too long and sent me an email saying I need to blog! Whoops. Sorry boss.

Anyways, I have been keeping myself insanely busy. March is the kick-start to swim lessons for me, and I have about 250 kids in swim lessons this month. Come May and June I will have close to 400! So with Spring coming, and everybody trying to learn how to swim before the pools open, I have been extremely busy. Not that I mind, but it doesn’t leave much room for blogging! I have been writing a lot more on paper, and it’s an experience that I dearly miss. I am so very happy it was one of my goals for 2014 and I am actually doing it!

This weekend was a big weekend for me. The first weekend flying solo, and it was my good friends birthday party. We went to a Brett Eldredge concert in the area, and her mother got all of us meet and greet tickets! What a way to spend my first Friday. I saw Brett a year ago when he opened for Gloriana in Winston-Salem, but this time he was the headliner. He was so much taller than I was expecting him to be. He walked in and I had to tilt my head back to see him!

This was the first time I had ever really met a musical celebrity. I have had several meet and greets with Nicholas Sparks, but not this kind of celebrity. We had a blast during the concert, but it took Brett until 11pm to get on stage, and we were there at 8:30pm for the meet and greet. I was to the point of asking my little brother to come and get me! I was about to drop. I went with a lot of my old college friends. This is a story for a different day, but it had been three years since I had seen or talked to a couple of them. It ended up being the highlight of my night just feeling like a part of my soul had mended a little bit.

Saturday was spent working and getting ready to head downtown for Kim’s birthday again. We had way too much fun, and I didn’t get any pictures. Whoops. I have been trying to spend a lot more time “in the moment” and even though I am seriously enjoying being in the moment, I do kind of wish I had some pictures. I have the memories, not sure if anybody needs to see the pictures.

Sunday was spent brunching with Marc’s step mom, step sister and our good mutual friend Brown. We have decided that our weekly countdown is going to be Sunday Brunch. That my friends is not a bad way to countdown. We are attempting to go to a different brunch spot for the entire 13 weeks. If you know of any great brunch spots in Winston-Salem let me know! We have already hit Fourth St. Filling Station and Hutch and Harris. Both were great brunches! I love brunch. It’s perfect really. You get to sleep in, but still eat breakfast foods. What more do you need in life. Nothing. I tell you, nothing. Except that mimosa.

We are celebrating child literacy this week with Dr. Suess at the YMCA. The Cat in the Hat even stopped by for a visit, and I thought it was too cute not to share. My friend Dylan is the sports intern at the Y I work for, and he always is the one that gets chosen to dress up. He has also been the Easter Bunny and and Elf.

Onto the next busy week!