12
Jul
06

Hello?

I see from the stats that there are still some of you who read this feed and visit this site.

I’ve moved all content from this site to my new site:
TheSecretLifeofKat.com

Here’s my new feedburner rss feed:

http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheSecretLifeOfKat

Please update your info I don’t want you to miss any of the fun!

19
Jun
06

The New RSS Feed

For all you feed readers, here's the link to the feed on my new site:

http://thesecretlifeofkat.com/site/rss_2.0/

For all you non-feed readers, here is the link to my new site:

http://thesecretlifeofkat.com

Come on over. The new site is stinkin' cool brilliantly rad fancy, great scott! I'm really excited about it.

18
Jun
06

Moving On Up to the East Side

I went ahead and did it. I've moved my blog to my brand spankin' new site. 

If you link to me on your blog, please update your link to:

http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com

If you have any comments, please make them at the new site. I've migrated all my posts and comments over there so you can comment on anything there just like you would here. Except it's there. Not here. There. 

There. 

So, please come over and visit often. Just because I'm moving doesn't mean we can't stay friends. I promise I'll write often…

16
Jun
06

I’m Moving!!

Ok, really, my blog is moving – not me. I have a new domain name: http://www.thesecretlifeofkat.com, my own server space, a new design and big plans.

I know what you're saying:

"What? A new word and now a new website too?! Kat, are you going through some kind of geeky midlife crisis?"

Fear not, my friends. While I've loved every minute of my time here at wordpress.com, I just need more control. I need to see better stats. I need to control the layout and be able to add plugins and modules and whatever pops into my crazy little brain. Basically, I need to be able to tweak.

Right now, the new site is pretty basic and it's very much under construction, but over the next couple of weeks, I'll be "tweaking" it and making it my own. I'm not sure if I like the design, yet. I was in the middle of reading Anne of Green Gables again and so it's pretty girly and subdued. Weigh in and let me know what you think.

So…sometime in the next few weeks, I will be moving this site. I'll be bugging you to update your links and bookmarks when the time comes and I hope you'll make the move with me.

Oh, and if you want me to add you to my blogroll there, just leave a comment with your site address.

14
Jun
06

My New Word!!!

As some of you may know, I’ve been looking for a new word. I’ve found that I use the word “cool” far too much and I’m ready for a change. “Cool” has served me well the past 30 years, but it’s time to move on.

Many of you, including Seth, Amber, Chaotic Hammer, Marianne and Eric all had great suggestions such as:

  • Froof
  • Bologna
  • Rad
  • Tubular
  • Brilliant
  • Scrumtrelescent
  • Rocks

I do hope to include all these words into my vocabulary. I especially liked rad, which made it to the final round, but ultimately I decided on a word that was inspired by FancyPants.

Ironically, she didn’t even offer a suggestion, but as I was reading through the comments and I noticed that FancyPants had *not* suggested a word, a moment of brilliance came to me:

“Fancy”

That’s my new word. What do you think? I love it. I think it’s rad. No one really uses it, but it’s not completely odd either. I’ve used it a couple of times and I’ve found it to be fun an refreshing to say.
If you’re feeling bored with your current adjectives, I am willing to license the use of fancy to you for a nominal fee… Seriously, try it out. It’s fun and different.

Let me know what you think. 

12
Jun
06

Replace Me

I love it when I feel like there is a river of ideas and thoughts rushing through me, changing me, smoothing my edges and changing my course. It hasn't been like that the past few weeks, though. I've felt dry. I've been busy. Too busy for God.

But tonight I very reluctantly went for a run (on a very hot Texas night) and prayed that He'd bring me back to the middle of that river where the Word is brimming with life, and I have a passion for prayer and a heart for the people around me and a desire for nothing more than loving Jesus and making Him known.

Mmmm….God is good. He did just that.

"Help me," I cried

and then You came down

like a warm, heavy quilt

surrounding me, reminding me

to lay my head

down

assuring me

that for every doubt, there is a greater truth

for every fear there is a quieter peace

for every hesitation, there is a greater revelation

of who you are

You are the One who speaks to the wind and the waves

You are the One who speaks to me today

Give me ears to listen and a passion to change

Renew me. Refresh me.

Destroy me. Rebuild me.

Remind me.

Replace me.

I feel the water rising. 

So on a scale of dry creekbed to raging river, where are you? Where do you want to be?

12
Jun
06

If You Like to Laugh, You MUST Read This…

(HT: Alex King) Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year’s winners…..

  1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
  2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
  3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
  4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
  5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
  6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
  7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
  8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
  9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
  10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
  11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p. m. instead of 7:30.
  12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
  13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
  14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p. m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p. m. at a speed of 35 mph.
  15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
  16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
  17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
  18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
  19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
  20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
  21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
  22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
  23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
  24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
  25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

So, I don't know if it's real or not, but it certainly is funny. I've been trying to think of my own funny analogy, but like trying to think of a word for Fancy's blogtionary, I'm coming up blank…




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