The Dreamer Wishing Pudgy Pie a Happy Birthday, Miss American Pie

It has come to my attention that Pudge's birthday is the 4th of July. So, here's to you!

The Dreamer Celebrates HER Independence

Last year, at this time, I was still stuck in hell. Also known as my marriage. This year, on Independence Day I am free. I am in a relationship by choice, but not because I feel trapped. I am free to make decisions, free to be me. Whooo Hooooo. I posted recent pics of me a chris today...and no, chris, still havent gotten your disclosure, but HEY! at least I am not being mean about you! :) So, Happy 4th Of July! HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! HAPPY I AM NOT MARRIED THIS YEAR DAY!

I am off work until Wednesday. Another taste of freedom to celebrate this holiday. Heading to Palm Coast and St. Auggie Doggie. Gooood times:). I hope to be tanner when I get back here on Wednesday, rather than a shade of red and peeling like a shrimp. Boiled Shrimp, Fried Shrimp, Shrimp and Potatoes, Katie Shrimp. You know...burned. So, point is. I am excited about some time off!

Have a Safe and Happy 4th of July! If something interesting happens, I will write it.

Until next week, this is the Dreamer...living life...freely...to its fullest! Tiff, I will miss you til Wednesday!

The Dreamer On Pets

Pets are great. They are companions, friends, annoyances, and just part of the family. What happens when the little guys die. Or, when you know they are going to soon?? That sucks. Sometimes I think about getting rid of Mr. Pants before he gets old. Then I realize, that isnt right! The dog needs me. I have leaned on him through hard times, how dare I even consider leaving him when he is old and needs me! Then again, it would be easier for me:). So, my parent's dog, Hunter, is old and covered in tumors. Last week they thought he had cancer. It is just sad. He is such a sweet dog. Granted, he humps everything that moves, but hey! we all have our downfalls. Thought I would give a shout out to Hunter today. It will be sad when he goes, and the other dog at their house (my dog that I left there 5 years ago) will be heartbroken when Hunter croaks. It is terrible. So, here are some recent pics of Hunter - the guardian of the lake.

The Dreamer Asks: Dude, What's Up With The Shocker??

It has come to my attention that in several pictures I have been in or taken lately, the shocker sign has been tossed up. Now, this blog is not a sexual education lession. This is a matter of there are some sickos out there who throw up the sign. My brother, JD...people I love but are still ill! :). The first picture has at least 3 visible shockers. Girls, guys...whoever...it is the current peace sign...but nasty. So anyway, what's the deal!

Now, the second picture is from Father's Day. It is sweet, innocent baby brother. Throwing up a shocker. This is the same symbol that was painted on the water tower for the Nease High School senior prank. So, now, my mother...sweet mother teresa like mother, has asked what that means. And, friends, I told her. As horrified as she was, she needed to know. It is a staple of candid pictures at least in my ring of friends.

Finally, the shocker has hit the commercial circuit. This dang foam shocker fingers set is insane. Where would you wave that crap?? Would you go to a Braves game and do the tomahawk chop with it? Would you go to a gator game and do the Gator Chomp with it? Do longhorns fans wave that around as a close representation of the Hook Em sign? I think not! Little kids would be like, "Daddy, What does that mean? That doesnt look like my #1 finger!" OR, do smartasses bring it to the bedroom to cheer on the event and suggest what shocker they want to bring out? Doubtful, though I wouldnt put it past some people...my man even to tell you the truth. BUT, like I said, this isnt sex ed. It is a shocker blog.

So, anyway, shockers here and there. Interesting. Some things are just seen and blown off, but seriously...what it represents...little gross:). NOT that I have never tossed a shocker in a pic, but I have had at least a glass of whisky first! :). OK...enough of that...

Happy friday folks. May your weekends be shock-tacular.

Old House, New House; Big House, Small House

I NEEEEEED My big house to sell. Here's an updated picture of my townhouse, it is coming along, but the old house seems to want to stay with me. I am ready to unload it though. The new realtor had an open house last weekend and there will be one both Saturday and Sunday this week. That's good news. The bad news is that they want to lower the price again...as if lowering it $33K wasnt hard enough as it was!!!!!!!! I dont know how I feel about that though.

So, here's my townhouse...the townie we will call it. It has tile, cabinets, electricity...GOOOD! I may just lose my house. Love that. (Sarcasm should be understood here).

Have a great Thursday afternoon. Peace and I'm out...

The Dreamer Gives a Shout Out to Big Poppa

Yesterday was Father's Day and in honor of Pops, I want to shout out to the old guy. Here are some of my favorite Dad Quotes, "Timing is everything." "All men are scum, except me and your brother." "Pull my finger." "Kate, you always beat me in backgammon and spades." (OK the last one isnt true, but hey! whatever)

Poor dad, my brother and I torture him. Rob has "claimed him" for when he gets old. Forget putting him in a home, he'll live with Rob. Rob and I thought in about 20 years we can do fun stuff like tell him fake stories involving him and see if he can decipher if it is true or not. Like this, "Dad, remember when we were at the beach that Father's day and you got stung by a jelly fish and we had to put you in a bath of oatmeal?" It wont be true, but we will mess with him...how fun! OK, it's mean, but we will have fun nonetheless.

So, yesterday was a good day, we went to the beach and watched The Ringer, which I will write about later in the week. It is nice to have a cool dad that can do cool stuff on Father's day. Still made the weekend nice. not to mention, I got to spend time with my sweet baby bro too. So, here's to you Mr. Fathered Me Back In The Day...we salute you.

Love Ya Pops, You're MY BOYYYYYYY!!!

The Dreamer in a Portrait

My cousin Lucas painted this portrait of me a year or so ago. I love it...thought I would share it today.

And, I had one random, redneck inspired thought. If shoes and shirt are required in a public place, does it count if you CARRY your shoes?? Ask the woman in Suburban Lodge today...she thinks outside the classy box.

The Dreamer Has Visited The Holy Land, and it was good.

The Dreamer has been to the holy land. And it was good. If it was not "shirt and shoes required", I would have taken off my shoes and stood on the sacred ground. This holy land, as you probably already have guessed, is...Total Wine. Not only is this the Mother Ship for wine and liquor, but cigars as well. For instance, Stonehedge Merlot is $9.99 at Publix, in the Holy Land, this wine is $6.99. You got it. It is fantastic. The place is the size of a regular grocery store, the front is all wines, the back all liquor/beer. ALL KINDS of beer too...even the wonderful Blueberry Beer. The side, a humador for cigar people...which some of you know that if I partake in a whisky night I may just light a stog up. Pretty much, it is heaven on earth. My brother and I drug my mom in there last weekend. I didnt have enough time to really look, but I will be going back when I am not pressed for time for a further assessment of the place. The little time I was there, I found the bottle I have been seeking for 2 years, the Wente Crane Ridge Reserve Merlot. Saving it for a special night with my baby...sweet.

For now, I believe a pilgrimage is in line for any other wine lovers out there...and that counts for those of you in Wisconsin. AHHHHHHHHHH...(that is the sound of angels singing.)

The Dreamer Pushes it To the Limit...

Why, friends, do I let myself get to the point of explosion and then have to fix my issues after they are on fire?! This week, I have hit my limit, and bless my friends' and family's hearts. Especially Chris. He has taken the brunt of it and has sat next to me, held me, and laughed with me. So, shout out to my homeboy Chris. Holla. Shoot, I need also to shout to Tiff. My girl not only was there for me this weekend, but has to sit in front of me at work all day too. Saint. The girl's a saint.

SO ANYWAY. Fired my realtor. My townhouse is almost done and I still have a big house. Not the best thing. So, I had to let my sweet, not-so-sales-minded realtor go. Hired Watson yesterday. I love my new lady, hopefully she shows me some results. I am still nauseated about the amount of money I lost because of having to drop the price, but I need to sell.



I am sorry I am not too witty today. Not really feeling as spunky as usual, but I hate to disappoint and not write for too long (Tracey will be poundin down my door).

Here's a joke to compensate. "A 3-legged dog walks into a bar and says, 'I'm looking for the man who shot my paw.".

The Dreamer Excited About the Weekend

Whooo Hooo! The weekend's here! Last weekend, I was held up in the hospital visiting all weekend. Allll weekend. This weekend, I am back in business. Tonight, hanging with Megan...my BFF and her daughter. Tomorrow, throwing a shin dig at Mom's. Jenn, my best friend, Megan, my BFF, her daughter, Jenn's Son (my favorite kid), and whoever else shows up. Pool, food, sun, etc. WHOOO HOOOO!

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!!!! Does anyone still read this thing??

The Dreamer's Newest PSA

So, here's the newest Public Service Announcement. OK, first an apology for not writing too much...lots going on in Katie's world, but because I refuse to make this somewhere to stalk me out...I will not be using this blog as an "online diary"...so, readers, my point - sorry I havent been on here lately. NOW, to the PSA. Splitting a 5th of vodka and getting on a tube behind a speeding boat with another drunk person is not the best plan.

It is almost like one of those Mastercard commercials...5th of Vodka - $10. Speedboat's gas - $ 20. Choosing to ride double on a single tube after consuming too much alcohol and getting a concussion...Priceless. Not good. That's what happened though...So, kids...don't drink too much and think it is a clever idea to double tube behind a boat. See the picture, that's us. I won, her head broke open. We both got the concussions, but my head is harder apparently...no jokes required. That's also us after getting the head injuries and drinking 3 jager shots each. I know, I just get smarter and smarter as this blog goes on. I never claimed to be the sharpest tool in the shed. I am the dullest tool who has learned a lesson the hard way at 26 years old. The solution, you ask?
Heather got a helmet for the second day. And, we didnt drink. I dont know that we could have if we wanted to. It was a good time overall. My head is still hurting and there are black bruises in places that just arent normal, but we will make it. Our mother's arent sure that our antics are the best idea when combined, but I would like to go ahead and make the announcement that Heather is officially titled in my life. She is this dreamer's Partner In Crime. Or PIC as we shall now call her. Wouldnt have it any other way.

Eat your green beans, kids...it puts hair on your chest. (Why did that seem appealling when I was a kid??...I am a GIRL for GOODNESS SAKE!) Peace out...have a good Monday/week.