Category Archives: blog mishaps

It is perfectly healthy to write your own epitaph. The wreath-bedecked Tin Man taught me this.

gravestone funny epitaph

[set scene: Kate experiences pivotal moment] Whenever someone has asked me to guest post on his/her blog in the past, I have regretfully declined, for no other reason than extreme stage fright. I like to think this all stems from when I played Dorothy in my high school’s production of the much-renowned musical Christmas in…

This is vaguely like the time I got married because I wanted a chocolate chip wedding cake.

Tonight finds me conflicted. Anxiety-ridden from the business expansion, nervous from information presented at the recent blogging conference, and all heart-racey from a few aprés-dinner jelly beans (okay, so maybe it was more than a few; a generous handful, we’ll say) (I sense that you can see that I’m lying there, despite the fact that…

Top Three Ways to Be Socially Awkward, or Kate Goes to a Conference

blog conference tip survival

(The speakers at this weekend’s conference reminded us repeatedly that Lists Are Good. Also, Big Fan Favorites. Also also, Much Better Than Telling People About Masturbators.) (Well, no one actually mentioned that last part. But there was a lot of floral-print-wearing going on, so I’m going to go ahead and make that assumption for all…

If they leave a chocolate on the pillow, I’m moving in.

I’m not sure any of you have seen one of these before, but let’s try it on for size, shall we? Yes! Indeed! It is what you suspect: that rare, elusive thing called a “hotel room all to oneself.” It has the usual suspects: a bed, a chair, a desk, a bathroom. But do you…

It's my party and I'll BlogHer if I want to. I think. Possibly.

Guess what? A month and a half ahead of time, I have already researched, chosen, and purchased my own birthday present. On August 3, I will turn 33, an age I have decided to be excited about because it involves a double digit and therefore bodes of Good Things, much like a four-leaf clover or…

I bet there's an extra-special place in hell for people as lazy as me.

Since Friday morning, I’ve been wracking my brain for something to post about, something beyond a rundown of the numbingly boring drivel that became my weekend. But it’s SO MUCH WORK. Here, let me show you Post Ideas #1-3, all of which suck equally. I appreciate such equal suckage, though. It seems to make everything…

Jubilation! Oh, and mom porn.

Ding dong! The cat is gone! Which old cat? The wicked cat! Ding dong! The wicked cat is gooooooooone….  I could just keep singing and singing. You know why? Because singing is what you do when you are ECSTATIC and SUPER HAPPY and OVERJOYED. Such as when you kick your first soccer goal or fall in love or…