I began this blog in December 2009 after lurking around other people’s blogs for way too long. It chronicles my efforts at everyday life, which you think I would have gotten the hang of by now. In my short blogging career, I’ve struggled to find a balance between writing for myself and writing for an audience. There’s a happy medium in there somewhere, I’m sure, but for now I typically blog for my own purposes and hope that someone (anyone) will find my posts interesting and useful.
I usually don’t write anything extremely personal. I’m still trying to figure out how much information is too much information, but for now I err on the side of caution. I’ve probably just watched too many episodes of CSI, but I’m sure if I give out to much personal information I’ll be abducted within the week. I can give you a tiny glimpse, though, on the condition that you promise not to stalk me. As long as that’s settled…
I’m Kate, a 28 year old Wisconsinite, and have been married to my fabulous husband Paul since October 2009. I consider myself extremely lucky, as our biggest argument is about what angle the recliner should face (but we’ll save that post for another day). The latest addition to our family is little baby Bean, born in October 2011. She’s tipped our world upside down, turned it inside out, and made it a thousand times better and more complete.
In my professional life, I get to say fun things like, “No one should be rolling around on the floor right now,” and “I don’t think your mom wants you to share that information with the class, honey.” That’s right… I’m a kindergarten teacher. It’s the best job in the world, but I do try to keep my personal and professional lives separate, so I don’t blog about education here. Also, I’ve found that no one thinks that my school stories are quite as funny as I do. They lose a little something in the retelling… but maybe with all of this writing practice that’ll change.
Thanks for stopping to check the about page, and making it this far in. Maybe someday I’ll be brave enough to post a picture of my face here, but until I can get over my fear of murderers lurking on the internet (and then in the bushes in front of our house), you’ll have to use your imagination.