"Sex Tape" and My First Trip to the Movies Alone

Well after a couple of months without my boyfriend kicking around the Kootenays with me I finally gave up on trying to go on adventures with other people and broke down and went to the movies by myself. I had always thought this was kind of a lonely thing to do and I am not sure that I have ever knowingly seen it happen. I am sure it has happened around me at the theatre before, I go to movies a lot, but I have never noticed it before.

I needed a good laugh last night after getting some pretty rough news, I have been steadily working-out everyday and I have been in a pretty crazy routine for the last few weeks so last night I broke from it and got a little wild with Jason Segel and Cameron Diaz in their new movie “Sex Tape”.

Clearly this movie was made for date night, it is called “Sex Tape”. A rom-com at its raunchy finest, everyone in the theatre was coupled- with their significant others and best buds. I sat mid-room, mid-row all by myself in Kootenay Centre Cinemas biggest theatre.

I’ve done a few things alone that I would never do if I had the option to lure Kevin into over the past few months. I have dined (at a restaurant, not just fast-food) by myself... okay, that is pretty much it actually, I'll be honest I haven't really pushed the envelope doing things by myself. At the beginning of the summer I made a list of things to do by myself before Kevin finishes Basic Training and I have not really done any of them. Other than eat, that one was easy. I will have a blog about that coming out next week, I had to experience the new Element “Food Truck Frenzy” menu on the first full day it was out.

Most of my time has been taken up on this challenge by reading all of the Game of Thrones books. That is something I really want to accomplish by the end of the summer and I am not doing too great at it. I am Three-quarters of the way through book two because I broke my iPad and had to replace it, killing three weeks of valuable reading time.

Part of me wants to go to Spokane today and continue to revel in my newfound independence. The other part of me is a scared little baby who wants to continue with her Saturday routine of going to the gym for a couple hours. Then spending some cool down time at McDonald’s with air-conditioning, iced coffee, some work and chats with old men. Followed by a “Sandler Saturdays” with a old Adam Sandler movie and then a SNL rerun.

Honestly, I am not sure what option to pick. I know there is no time like the present. I only have one more weekend in the Kootenays after this weekend, this is the first weekend in weeks that I have not had to be at a station function and where I am going it will be incredibly unlikely that I will be able to leave the house and go on a new adventure without requiring an airplane ticket.

Wild Kate does not want to wait another second before getting in the car and going to Spokane. That is about 5% of me at age 25; she really does not want to finish typing this sentence.

The other 95% of me is extremely rational. Reasoning that going to the movie last night was two hours of laughs that would have been much better if there was someone to share them with. I learned a lesson last night, one I learned along time ago when I went on a big adventure across the pond, most things in life are better when you are doing them with the awesome people you know and love.

Unfortunately today that is not an option for whatever reason. Today I have to continue, “doing Kate”. That’s not dirty, when you say it out loud in a sassy way it is a catch phrase.

“Sex Tape” was a decent movie. Raunchy as hell, a great date movie. Maybe not a first date movie, but then again I know couples who saw “There’s Something About Mary” as a first date movie and they went on to procreate, so why not?

On the topic of “Sex Tape” and Cameron Diaz, I think I could write an entire blog on how amazing her body is. I actually used to hate everything Diaz was in except for “The Sweetest Thing” (who could hate that movie?) but over the past few years I have become a big fan. She is bomb. One of the few actresses in Hollywood who seems to get better with age, I think she is WAY hotter now than ever before in her career. Again, I could write an entire blog about this.

One more thing about "Sex Tape", it is not a horrible movie. Critics have panned it but they hate comedies so I am not concerned with what they have to say. It is not a brilliant movie, but good for some easy laughs. One thing you will notice is that Rob Lowe looks like a nerdy adult version of Zac Effron. It is strange and kind of great.

Will I go to the movies alone again? I’m not sure. I love feeling of having someone to look over at for those relatable moments that pop up during movies; I enjoy the feeling that something on the big screen could feel like it is part of an inside joke from our average day-to-day lives. I do this a lot; if you ever go to a movie with me you will learn this quickly. Also, my laugh is really creepy to hear alone in a room full of other people laughing. Without anyone in your general proximity it kind of makes you feel like you are in a horror movie surrounded by other people that you cannot see and do not know.

Will I go to Spokane today? Who knows…

Have you ever gone to the movies alone? What did you see? What did you think of the experience? 

The Goat's Daily Dose of Weird: July 02, 2014- "My Bed" Sells at Auction for 4 Million Dollars!

In all it's glory...

I love art. But, today’s Daily Dose of Weird feature proves that I don’t always appreciate it. After Tracey Emin’s “My Bed” soft at auction yesterday in London for double the guide price (over $4,000,000) I was left scratching my head wondering if I could do better. To be honest with you, I don’t consider any bed worth that much especially a sad lonely lady bed like this one.

I would not pay four million dollars for Mick Jagger’s bed and we all know that bed would have had a happy life. I originally had typed a long-ass rant here about beds that I would not buy that would/should be worth a substantial amount more than this lady’s shrine to being lonely and sad. I gave up on that when I realized that I think beds are gross and that I never, ever want own a used bed from a celebrity or any other questionable person. A very nice lady gave me the bed I own right now, but I doubt I will ever have a used bed again after thinking about it right now…

Anyway, my bed is rather happy looking. It has memory foam floating over it that is a size too small and has a nice pick and orange comforter set with an old 90s rain forest duvet for cuddling. My crappy Walmart bedding is stain-free and lucky for me free from trash. You can purchase my happy bed for $200 obo.

I am only half kidding here. Seriously, buy my bed. I’m going to need the memory foam for my futon though so it stays. Also, I don’t believe in recycling cheap bedding so I will be throwing that out.

For more on the ridiculousness that is Tracey Emin’s “My Bed” click here. 

Rant: Gym Selfies

I’m not sure what annoys me more constant pictures of babies or gym pics on social media.

If you didn’t enjoy that line, stop reading now. You really won’t like what is to come.

You know what, I actually I have an answer to that. I would much rather see cute photos of your baby or pet then a body shot of you at the gym.

Maybe I am a jerk saying this, but to me it is the most self-centered thing you can post. As a friend, I am so proud of your efforts to get out and work out. Good for you (seriously)! Going to the gym everyday takes dedication. It truly is like having a part-time job taking care of your body to get it to competition level for bodybuilding; or working of extra weight you have been carrying around.

Last year around this time I became a dedicated gym-goer, for no real reason. I love the size and shape I was, I was the smallest I have ever been when I started at the gym but my body was still giggly. Also, I had a lot of time on my hands while I was at radio school. I never got on the on my phone at the gym photo-train, in fact I have stopped going to gyms because of people who do this.

At my gym in Calgary every time I went I had to side step around people taking pictures of themselves and talking on the phone while working out. I think it is so obnoxious and (again) self-centered.

To me, the gym is a sacred place. Gyms are places where make-up melts away from your face like you are the Wicked Witch (if you are doing it right). They are places where fashion is not as important as functionality, who cares what you are wearing! The goal is that no one will want to see that outfit and this may sound harsh, but your face when you’re done working out.

I will admit, as soon as I am back from California I am joining the gym in Castlegar. I was pretty obsessive about working out before I moved to B.C., but once I started working my career became my obsession.

Every time I stop going to the gym or playing sports regularly my mind trips me up. I see that I am losing weight (muscle) and think it is all going to be okay by just eating smart. But, after that drop in weight and fun period that makes you think you never needed to go to the gym in the first place to drop weight, you start to blow up the scale again.

Right now I will gladly post that I am 171lbs on vacation (yup, a little chubby). This is the largest I have been in a while, I have been weighing in about 165lbs but on vacation I have been retaining water and eating pretty poorly (sweets and wine).

I actually really like the routine of going to the gym. For me, it has been really hard to try to get back to working out since I have moved to B.C. I have not really had a routine since I moved to B.C.; at first it was constant trips around to Calgary and Vancouver. Then it shifted to periods co-hosting the morning show and pretty much constant exhaustion (it really was not for me). I am a person who thrives when I am able to have a routine and it looks like now I can finally get back into one.

Right now, I can’t wait to get back to the gym when I get back to B.C. But, I can promise you I won’t be taking daily update photos of my journey to fitness. I won’t even be blogging about it.

Right now I do not have a goal for working out. I always try to set goals for things I do, maybe I will try a natural physique competition next year? I do want to run at least a 5k this summer. Maybe that is my goal…

Pet Peeves: Monday Stomach

Props to http://afuturesuccessstory.blogspot.ca/ for the pic.

Okay, this time it is technically Tuesday Stomach. You know what I mean though right? That feeling when you get back to the office Monday after being free-fed all weekend and are forced back into a lunch-hour, no-snacking regime?

I have many pet peeves. Some would say I am border-line unbearable to live with sometimes. But, this is a selfie in the world of pet peeves, one that no one can control but lil’ ole’ me.

I just got back from an extended weekend on Friday, after two seven (plus) hours back and forth to Calgary not only do I feel entitled to eat whatever I want my body is out of its adapted eating schedule and wanting to eat ALL the time. There is no such thing as full right now, nope not even close. I am trying to reign-in my gorgalling (that’s the sound it is making, say it out loud you’ll get it) tummy by not snacking all day and it sucks. Not only did I enjoy being able to eat whatever and whenever, I reveled in it. Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday this girl ate it all.  So of course Tuesday my stomach feels like it is part of a famine. Just a few days off the normal eating schedule and it is like it never existed! The Superbowl snacks definitely did not help!

Rant over, time to get supper going. Hello steak, cauliflower and sweet potato, time for Mama to stop complaining. 

Adulting With Kate: An Unexpected Stop Over

I set really high expectations for pretty much everything in life. I personally think it all stems from learning

how to read those stupid classroom signs with inspirational quotes on them. I may have taken them to heart a little too much.

It is kind of strange. I had never really thought about it until right now. When I was a child I thought I would be a world travelling professional (specifically a lawyer or a journalist) that would not have to settle down and still manage to wrangle my four or five kids into bed every night after a lovely homemade supper. I have grown out of that fantasy, the one where I was a serious adult with very serious career and demanding personal life. That being said I do take my career very seriously, I absolutely am in love with my job and my adventure working in radio so far, but I still expect to take the world by storm some day when I have gotten the practice and developed the patience it takes to be a real adult. I love my career tract enough to let my personal life suffer a bit, moving across the country away from any friends and family I have ever had to start my career off working independently was a choice I made and that until recently had not really bothered me.

The real adult part is the struggle. Sometimes I set the bar so high on my expectations that I end up a little heartbroken when they don’t work out the way I see them in my head. I am a very visual person and have always embraced visualizing and willing myself to win. I was the kid who always cried on Christmas Day when the magic had worn off and the sugar had set in (and DisneyWorld was still not in the card for the upcoming year). My parents were thrilled when I became able to drive myself to hockey games, I never thought I had played very well and usually was a huge ball of nerves before and after every game. 

I could continue this list of setting relatively high bars to hurdle and uber competitiveness mashed with a side of temper flare ups but I think two examples is enough. I never really was a very whimsical child, I obsessed over music and sports until I went to university and then went on to obsess about getting out of university on time and onto something I would enjoy a lot more. If you haven’t read my previous blogs I was not the best student at university, I freely admit it.

I have always been super passionate about the things I have become involved in, from cutting carbs to travelling there are things that are always on my mind. My attention span may dwindle, but the passion never really has been drained. Let’s just say I can be a little intense.

But, as being part of an adult today’s lesson is that I need to stop reading those damn quotes and taking them so seriously. It is amazing to have aspirations, huge plans, and incredible dreams and to live the fantasy but at some point you have got to get your head out of the clouds and take a breath. Yes, shoot for the stars, but be okay with an extended stopover flight. Sometimes that is what life is, life is a massive journey full of experiences that won’t wait for you to experience them yourself sometimes. These situations thrust themselves on you and though they may not be welcome, or what you expected they are a reality that should be greeted with warmth or at least curiosity.

Sidenote: When I was twenty-one I did end up going to Disneyland (I know it’s not quite Disneyworld) with my boyfriend and I must say it was a trip beyond all of my expectations, even though everyone had informed me after a lifetime of dreaming of a Disney vacation that I would be disappointed, I was not. 

Rant: Girls Night Out

I have come to realize that the phrase ‘girl’s night out’ is one of the most annoying things you can say to a guy…ever.  Seriously, even in a text message you can feel things tense up the second those words are used together. When I throw the idea out there to my boyfriend his eyes squint, just a little bit, as if he is imagining the high decibel screams and eventual tears that will be shed as part of the festivities.   

The headache is also is because most of the time when screaming ‘girl’s night out’ there is a chorus of two or three other ladies joining in and you all have had one or two adult beverages (on the night of). I know just in the planning stages when I say those three little words I picturing those ladies saying it with me in my head, as I pop a bottle of champagne and look hella fine.

That is exactly what is going on in my head every five minutes as we approach the end of this short work week (yes, I know it is still Thursday). As the clock counts down minutes to freedom, getting ready for Friday, I have already pre-planned my outfit for Saturday night and about 90% of the details after my plans changed a slightly. Yes, in my head, I have the ideal Saturday night ready to go. It involves one of the two new dresses sitting in the JJ’s back beside me that I picked up on my lunch hour, a bottle of sparkling rose, some of my favourite people I have ever met working in radio (yes, they all have vaginas… it’s a girls night) and high heel shoes that I will most likely end up carrying at some point.

Yes, I am all about the planning. Always have been, always will be. As much as I love the wild, free, careless disregard of a ‘girl’s night out’ I still love being in control. I am not a very spontaneous person, not at all. Even when I was in university, when ‘girl’s night’ would happen at least twice a week I was all about the plan.

Growing up, I thought it was silly that all my female relatives would flock to the city together, complain that they never went out together enough and drink way too much. But, at the ripened age of 24 I have started to get it. I have a serious boyfriend and single girlfriends so I feel pretty guilty going out without him, it is pretty hard to find nights when we can all make plans without leaving anyone out (or sidelining the boyfriend without annoying him). Now I know half the pain my female relatives faced, the other half being kids… don’t even get me started there.

I cannot wait to sit in a car for hours with my favourite people in the Kootenays and get into Vancouver this Saturday night, end rant. Happy girl. 

Rant: How Do You Keep Your Glasses Clean?

I live with the curse (as I am sure many of you do) of wearing glasses. 

There is nothing I despise more than my second set of eyes. I hate that I would be a better athlete if I wore them, I dislike needing them to drive anytime/anywhere and I wish I could just pick any pair of crappy sunglasses to sport for a summer without prescription lenses. 

I was sentenced to needing glasses in April 2005, I was 16 years old and going to get my license when it was determined that I was in need of visual aide. Both my younger brother and sister were prescribed glasses five years earlier, my mother had forgotten to take back to the optometrist (as he requested) to check-in the next year... which snowballed into five appointment-free years.

Why am I telling you this? I am hoping you can help me out a little bit. What do you do to keep your glasses clean? Mine always seem to be dusty or dirty, regardless of care of cleaning patterns. I am a learned, I have learned to manage living with glasses better as I have aged. I used to sit on them, lose them, run over them and a few pairs have just fallen apart. My current favourite pair of Raybans have been retired for home use only because my brother tackled me for a loonie a couple of months ago, they ended up bending in the process. 

Someday I will be able to afford surgically correcting my eyes; until then I need your help easing the frustration brought on my fingerprints, dust and splatter. 

End rant. 

Though you can find me wearing my glasses 90% of my active day, you will not find me wearing glasses on my Facebook page... the closest it comes is in the photo below.