The Dent Story

This is Big Brother and me, this is his wedding day. As a child I never thought I would see the day when he would get married, because with the Big Brother I grew up with... who would!?! But he's grown up quite a bit. Following MamaKat's prompt this is a story of Big Brother and me... and what I was wrongfully blamed for! xoxo family :)

When I was a child my brother and I fought… A LOT! Not just the, oh you’re brother and sister fighting- more of the you are the only person I cannot stand in the world and I will do anything to take you out. Kind of fighting. Looking back I don’t know how my parents didn’t take the two of us out. Or at least my brother, that might have been nice, after all I was in innocent princess. Right?!

I tell this tale often, because I look back and find it ridiculously hilarious though that day… I. did. Not.

When I was around 7 or 8 my brother was five years older than me, making him 13 or 14. There is a pretty significant size difference between a 7 or 8 yr old girl and a young teenage boy. My brother played defense football and was really good (should have been my first clue) and had kindly asked me to play with him. I ignorantly, eagerly agreed and we played in our family room. A happy reunion me and my big brother playing football, a.k.a my brother now had permission to pummel me into the ground.

After a while I was tired of being the one sacked. I decided this time he would be taken down and while my brother was hiking the ball I grabbed my brothers ankles out from under him. Not quite so brilliant. Instantaneously, Big Brother was off of his face planted in the ground and had me by the ankles. He proceeded to swing me in a circle and release me into the living room wall. Kindly enough there was a couch to catch my fall.

I let out an earth shattering scream that only a little sister can do, but we all know light travels faster than sound and my brother was already gone. My parents came to the rescue and discovered there was a fresh new dent in the wall. I explained that Big Brother threw me into the wall, with as much detail my semi unconscious brain could recall. (oh he’s really gonna get it this time).

No, No, no, I should have known better than to instigate Big Brother and play football with him. I should have known that “something like this was going to happen.” Thus it quickly became my fault that my head made a dent in our family room wall. Abort, Abort, this is not going according to plan, maybe if I cried a bit harder they would have believed me. I am 100% positive I NEVER instigated my brother and that he NEVER was blammed for something I did rather than him... Regardless the story remains, my head and my dent are all too blame.

My Rock Collection

Happy 100th Posting!

I wasn’t sure what to write about today. I felt pressure being the big 100 and all but last night after watching He’s Just Not That Into You”, and reviewing Mamakat’s writers workshop, I decided boys are a pretty big topic in any girls life, and would thus be appropriate for my 100th post.

The prompt: List 10 things you would say to 10 different people in your life if you had the huzpa.

The list moves from my youngest remembrance of a boy, to present day. All boys I have come across along the way, some were romantic others not at all- but they are all boys I do recall. Each one I think about from time to time, and this is generally what I think of, when they come to my mind.

1. If I had never moved when I was 5, would I have been your girl next door?

2. You were always my favorite of the ten and my best friend. I hope life takes you to magnificent places and you are still having as much fun as we did back then.

3. I fell on my head doing a flip on the monkey bars trying to impress you. Talk about literally being head over heels.

4. When you asked me to dance I should have said yes. I was just too scared. And still feel guilty to this day for walking away.

5. I always wore DC shoes because those were your initials.

6. I’ll never forget what you said- you are my favorite, thanks for the truth. Friends for life.

7. Boooooooo. I hope you got hit upside the head with a club.

8. You gave me a whole new perspective on my life. You deserve wonderful and I hope you find her. Believe in yourself and I know you will.

9. I wish you would contact me already! I am starting to forget how amazing I know you are. Small memories only last so long. Will I ever see or talk to you again…

10. Where are you? Will you find me and marry me already? Thanks.

I just don't know

I have often considered this topic to blog about in the past, but rather than blogging about it, I have continued to process over and over again in my mind- maybe writing it out today, thanks to this weeks writer's prompt by Mama's Losin' It, will help me. Help in what you might ask? Help me in deciding what to do when I leave Paris?

Gasp! Yes this adventure is (at this time) not a life time commitment and I fully plan on returning to my home when I leave here. Now I know what you may be thinking, “Katie, you are not returning until next June, why are you thinking about that now?” But, that is exactly why I am thinking about it now! June is not that far away… and whatever my next step is, I want to be sure I head in the right direction.

So here are a few options I have come up with and cannot decide. I would love comments from you readers, on what you think I should do next! (and friends I know your biases on some of these topics but your opinions do matter the most :) )

First- The most contemplated decision I continue to go back and forth with, is whether or not I should go back to school to get and M.B.A. I have also considered law school, but in the end think an M.B.A would be more befitting to me than a law degree. But I am not sure if an M.B.A right now is something I really want. I know that I eventually want one, but starting school next fall would require taking the GMAT and taking the GMAT would require me to study now. Yuck. But I know that getting an M.B.A. now would be smart because then I would have it the rest of my life, rather than trying to take time out later. Or maybe once I have more experience it would be better to go back to school???

I just don’t know.

Second- Get a job. If I don’t go back to school then I obviously need to go and get a job. But what kind of job is the question. Do I want to find an international relations job? Do I want to work in hotel Management? Or event planning like I am doing now? Or do I want to have a job similar to one I had before I moved here? Before moving I knew I liked my job- but I think after I moved I appreciated it much more- or is it the grass is always greener thing? Another job option would be to stay and continue to work here in Paris. I love what I do here – but home is home.
Oh and now that I have found my love for writing… do I want to pursue this as an option?

I just don’t know.

Third- Then there is the issue of where to live? This is always a greatly divided issue. After high school my life became split between two places, San Diego and Orange County. My family and half of my friends live in San Diego and after college I moved back to San Diego and started developing my life there. But then the other half of my friends live in Orange County and it would be nice to live with them again as well. There are benefits to living in both places but I simply cannot decide. Not to mention that one of the M.B.A programs I have considered is in Texas- so that would really throw in another option if I ever make a decision about the M.B.A. program.

I just don’t know.

Ugh! I thought that writing all of this out would help- but it has only resurfaced the stress I feel. I need to go and take a walk and stop contemplating these things- and enjoy a rare and beautiful Paris Day. But they are all valid questions, and I need to start thinking about now- to know how to plan ahead for the future. You know… cause having a job and a place to live when you return to your home country, is a pretty important thing so I hear.

I just don’t know.