2 things.

2 things.

1. Aren't we just the cutest sisters you've ever seen? ...and...

2. I still think we are the cutest sisters you've ever seen.

Merry Christmas!

Things as they are.

I should be doing my laundry and packing.

Instead I am rocking out to the Format and Stereo Love and while chillin in my pjs.

That is all I have to say.

The end.

I forgot what I was going to name this blogpost.

I will make this short and sweet...due mostly to the fact that I have a 10 page paper due in T minus uhhh..soon. I am too tired to count the hours I have left to work on it, even despite the gruesomely small number that it is.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of finals are rumblings of shuffled papers, cracking pencils (or perhaps skulls after hitting them one too many times against the nearest desk or wall), and pneumonic devices being muttered under the passing breath. Here I am. Amidst the finals bustle. Homework growing out of my nose, and my ears.

I seem to have forgotten what I was going to say. Yikes.

Today, I searched my house for my car keys. I found them. In my back pocket. Yep.

I think that even though I may have forgotten what I meant to say, what I did say may actually be saying something...oh,wait...ya...i think that.

Sharing Stickers

I worked tonight. It was really just like any other shift. Fryers bubbling, people hustling, paper crinkling, wrapping. I was in charge of taking orders on this particular night. 4/5 of my shift went by and things started to slow down. There were probably about 10 or 15 people eating in the dining room. As I finished the last order of the line that had previously existed, I turned around to complete another task needing my attention. I paused though, as I saw a girl, not older than 5 years old scooting up and down the bench in front of me

She saw me, and paused too.

I asked her if she wanted some stickers as we give them out regularly to the kids that come into eat. She shook her head eagerly, but in silence. She slowly walked up to the counter and took them from my offering hand. Before I could turn to walk away, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Do you want me to pick one out for you to have?" I looked at her and couldn't help but smile. She picked one out for me and I placed it in my pocket.

To her, it was just a sticker, but to me, it will now be a daily reminder of the charity I should have in my heart everyday day.

How often am I sharing my stickers with others?? Whom will I serve today?

=HOOT=

It's not what I am, but what I am not.

As strange and pathetic as it sounds, I sometimes need a reminder that I am, in fact, not a tree.

Today, I am picking up my feet.

Celebratory DINNER for this WINNER!

Today I sat myself down at Jimmy Johns and enjoyed my usual LuLu Club with onions and no cheese with a bag of jalepeno chips and a Diet Coke to celebrate a job well done.

--I was on time to school today.

--I paid full attention and took complete notes in my geography class for the 9th lecture in a row..and just to make it sound even more impressive.. it was my 9th in a row out of 9. Yes siree, Bob*..100% focus in that class. I am ready to kick some serious GPH 111 Exam 1 booty this Thursday.

--I pretty much rocked my photo critique today. I love my major.

--I ate an apple.

--I didn't strangle myself with the incooperative wire I am being forced to work with.

--I made it through the day wearing my most uncomfortable pair of shoes. So. Much. Pain. But, they looked cute. What a price to pay. N.E.V.E.R. again.....

I felt like a good pat on the back and a sandwich from my favorite place was quite in order. Please enjoy a pat of the back and a "You're swell!"... compliments of yours truly, Hoot.

=HOOT=

*PS..Does anyone know who Bob even is??

On days like today..

Today I decided that the extra trip to my car to replace my jacket for the classes following institute was not worth it. My GPH111 lecture is

Fa. RHeEe... Zing. cold.

If a polar bear sat next to me in our first exam next week, I may just wish him good luck and possibly ask to borrow his calculator. True story. My joints always hurt when I leave that class too, because it's so cold. I feel like I'm 80 years old when walk out. That is..until I open the ugly-probably-supposed-to-be-red-but-are-instead-pinkish-orange doors.. and then it hits me. THE SUN. I am enveloped in its warmth in a feeling ill described by words that exist on this planet...and I begin to melt. Best. feeling. ever. Two shoulder shimmys & 4 outward fist jabs with a wildly fascinating facial expression and a shout HOORAY!! for the ARIZONA HEAT! I love where I live.

On another note..

On, days where I am gone all day..as in I left before 7 this morning and returned after midnight, like today..when I get home I like to peek into the kitchen, turn the lights on, and see if there is evidence of what everyone in my house was up to... there isn't ever much. It seems to always be in the same form as when I left it...and something inside of me wishes there was something there to report to me of what my family is doing while I was away. I think I am away from them too much. I miss just being home.

Read Read Read

Im in my warm and cozies.. my twinkle lights are twinkling..my lamp is glowing. I have just crawled into bed to join my abundance of pillows and plethora of comfy covers. I feel like it is the most perfect-est time to curl up and read a really good..

..article about career development theories?

say wha?!

Sadly enough, this is a true story..true. and pathetic.

=HOOT=

(Oh..and please excuse the fact that it is 110 degrees outside and I still wear cozy pjs and use 2 comforters..I just do.)

A scent laced with artistic expression and stress..

The semester has officially begun...

and the last week and a half hasn't counted, why? you ask?

Well, my dear friends, my hands are now stained with the delightful smell of film developer and fixer.

Yum. Not.

If you are unfamiliar with this aroma, I would invite you to take a long whiff of a tub of vinegar, dump it on your hands, then procees to dry them with dirty gym socks.

Go ahead, I will wait.

This putrid odor reeks not only of the ingredients listed above, but also of stress, fatigue, and seemingly outstretched artistic expression that is often seen not worth the pain, but generally ends with a beaming pride of self achievement when you can put that picture up in front of the class and say to yourself, "I made that."...and then the stench on my hands is no longer bitter, but sweet, and welcomed, if not for the few moments that it shines.

=HOOT=

How are you..?

How strange it is that we in our society feel that we must be chipper and happy people who love life all the time..at least for everyone else. Even on the most awful of days, when someone greets you with inquiry of how life is, we most always say "fine" or "good" or even "great". When some one asks how you are, if you honestly responded with a "life sucks" or an "I'm actually terrible at the moment" people don't know how to respond. They awkwardly pause a moment before apologizing to you..probably for not having anything to say or for expecting the common response of "I'm good". So either we are too guarded or we don't genuinely care enough about those around us. So.. when we ask someone how they are doing..are we really wondering how they are? Or has that greeting become an empty phrase? A filler?.. just to start a conversation..a substitute for hello...making a hard truthful answer hard to hear, because we weren't actually asking..? Is this why we feel guarded when on the other side?..because we realize its just an empty phrase and the asker is really asking the ask-ee?..so there is no use in being honest. It's easier to just put on a smile and spit out a singularly syllable-d word...fine...good..great..

It's easier..until the weight of the fake smile becomes too much..and even the word "fine" is so bitter it makes a lump in your throat and nearly brings you to tears because you wish so badly to be fine..or even OK..but you're not either. And nobody will know.

The mere happenstance of thunder.

Not 10 minutes ago I had the deep and sinking inner desire to take a picture of thunder. 9 1/2 minutes ago, it rolled, tumbled, and cracked in a way that only Arizona thunder can, stirring up jealousy and severe inner angst and sadness inside of me because I could not, in fact, capture and frame what I so entirely wish I could.

I would just like to let it be publicly known that I felt personally victimized by this act of nature and I felt that its mocking was indeed childish and

quite unnecessary.

(Here is my sad and terribly disappointing excuse for portrayal of the greatness of Arizona's afternoon storm, completely incomplete without the representation of thunder)

copyright Katelin Roberts 2010

Obituary

Howie was born long ago on a rainy night in April.

He was given the name Howie after "Hungry Howie's

Pizza" but was never asked if he even liked pizza. He

was born and raised in Mesa, AZ and his childhood

wasn't the smoothest experiences, but as he grew into

adulthood he conquered any rocky or thorny patch in

his way. He was a fighter like that.

Howie was known and loved by all who met him. He

had a sparkle about him that could light up anybody's

eyes. He would greet everyone he saw with excitement

and genuine interest. He spent his time swimming and

relaxing in his home. He was a simple guy; he never

needed very much. Though he suffered from mild dep-

ression early on in his life, he was able to overcome

it and become the fantastic being we all knew him as.

His time with us was far too short as he took his own

life in a tragic household accident. He is survived by

countless family members and innumerable friends

that will forever have his imprint in their hearts.

Through all of his ups and downs, he proved to be a

first rate friend and a truly golden piece in every life

he touched.

R.I.P. Howie

The physical appearance of the please makes no difference..

I saw this movie....

..for the 3rd time last night.

And I still want one of these....

..REAL bad.

Oh...the stories of my life...

(ps..the water jug part is my favorite...just sayin'..)

=HOOT=

..and my heart just keeps on smiling..

I just happened upon something quite amazing..My heart is still smiling one of those "ear to ear smiles"..but perhaps, if its my heart, it might be "shoulder to shoulder"...

..Anyhow...please do this.

Step 1. Go to Google.com

Step 2. type in "who's the cutest"

Step 3. Click "I'm feeling lucky"

You're Welcome.

..and that's when she "quacked"..

I read today that a duck's quack doesn't echo.

I found this strange at first...

...then I grinned as I pictured a duck standing between to rocky canyon walls...

quacking...

I didn't hear an echo either. :)

=HOOT=

Chapter #New

Sometimes in the story book of life, a chapter ends. The characters change, the plots shift, and the next chapter awaits your embarkment.

I have reached the end of a chapter, and thus, the beginning of a new one.

A new chapter.

The characters change, some subside to resurface later, others are just not important for the future of the story. However, we will not know for sure until the end of the story, which inevitably has an ending bulging in infinite happiness. There is no need to stress, the ones that are important, will surely come back... and until then,

we just have to turn the page.

I shot my niece...and she loved it!

A couple of weeks ago, my sister sent me a text containing a secret that I had to previously PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE to keep...

She was coming to town!!!!!

She wanted to make it s surprise, hence the "secret". Anyways, she came a week later, the last weekend in April. And it rocked. I have a new toy, you may have heard...the most beautiful Canon 50D I've ever seen. So I put it to good use when they were in town. I filled my card at least twice over those 2 days.

My first photo shoot ever, ladies and gentlemen..

STARING Scarlett Mecque!

These are just a few of my favorites :) Man I love this girl :)

(P.S..I would LOVE comments on which ones you like..which ones are the most effective? Just a quick blurb..that's all i ask..)

Looks like K Elle Photography is open for business.

copyright 2010 Katelin Roberts

earth, wind, fire, heart, water

Do blogs have droughts? If you don't post enough do they dry and wither into dust for none to see nor even remember again? Can they just..DO that?

I've definitely hit a dry spell for sure( yes, I realize the redundancy in that statement..definitely..for sure..). I blame school. It pretty much completely totally and in every way consumes my life. If I'm not at school, then I am at home completing school work. If I'm not doing homework, then I am at work earning money so that I can pay for my schools supplies (man is an art major expensive!). And, on the rare occasions, usually after 9 or 10 at night, I get to see my wonderful boyfriend, and even then, I am talking about school, or dragging him along with my to do my schoolwork, which he does with the most gorgeous smile one his face might I add. My life for the last 12 weeks and for the next 4, ladies and gentleman.

I have not one picture to show for this dry spell either. Not a one. Oh..just kidding. I took a picture of a sonic cup for a silly color project. Yes, it was silly. But no, I did not laugh. It was, after all, just a cup.

See? Silly project. Not-so-silly cup.

Oh, and here's one of that incredible man I mention earlier. Is that smile not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? I can't hardly look at him without smiling:)

I am JUST sayin'..

=HOOT=

Run. Jump. Shout!

Run. Jump. Shout. Smile. Breathe. Laugh. Burst.

It's just on one of those amazing days.

and its people like these...

that make every day in between worth living for. :)

Mr. Black Ford Truck

Dear Mesa drivers on the 60 on Monday & Wednesday mornings,

Oh how impatient you are. The speed limit it 65. I am driving at a steady 67. You flash your brights at me, frustrated at my willingness to abide by rules provided for my safety..and yours. Twice you do this. I'm seeing spots..still. I was torn as to whether or not to speed up. Say I move up to 70. I'm sure you'd flash your lights at me in a similar fashion and we'd be where we are now. At first, I felt bad, a little stupid maybe because I won't just drive 70 like everyone else on the freeway. I refuse to feel either of these. I will not conform to the trends of the world flowing around me. THAT is stupid.

Mr. Black Ford Truck, 10 minutes after you blinded me and passed me, I could still see you not a mile ahead of me. WOW. Aren't you glad you drove at a significantly more reckless speed just to get half a mile farther? I would be too...*eye roll*.

You are so comfortable continuing at such speeds. Carefree really..."Pshh..I wont get pulled over going 70..", you say..."65 is granny slow.." Yes, you say that until the blue striped SUV shows up at the side of the road and all of a sudden you can't drive slow enough. 50mph, really Black Ford Truck? Not so tough now eh?

I hope you all enjoy the extra 2 minutes at your desk or wherever it was you were in such a hurry to get to this morning. But you should try to smell a rose, or finish an extra song on your drive, think a bit more about your life, or what you have to be grateful for...soon, the car ride to wherever won't be quite long enough.

Sincerely,

Your fellow driver,

=HOOT=

Story of my life.

Once upon a time, something awkward happened to me.

That time was tonight.

These moments and I will continue to coexist in such a manner for a decently long amount of time...maybe forever. Not exactly a happily ever after. So, amidst the duration of their stay..Just gotta run with it....

or laugh till the awkwardness settles...or drives away in a shiny whine Honda civic.

(I hold the highest hopes for the 2nd option, or even the 3rd...I'm not in such great shape and I honestly don't like to run all that much)

The end.

But they don't match!

There are some days at work when the handles to the shake machine don't line up with their corresponding flavors. Now, this doesn't affect the overall mechanics of the machine, I mean, they are only the handles. However, when you pull on the lever with the pink dot and chocolate comes out, it is an issue.

You might say, "Well Geez, Katelin, you've worked there HOW long and you still have to look at the dots to remember which spout is which?..Pathetic." Ya, you might say that...that is pretty much exactly the words my manager used too.

Well, sure. It may be just a little bit sad. But everyone falls for it. Newbies and Oldies. Everyone. At least once.... will pull the lever for a strawberry shake and find a cup full of vanilla.

You can give me any garbage you want for me needing to rely on little colored dots for my shake flavors, but first I'd like to hear YOU try to explain to a customer why in the world their Extra-large vanilla shake is extra pink.

=HOOT=

Bring it on.

I cannot run...

I cannot hide...

I just gotta face it....

School is back in session, and it is about to hit me with full force.

I only have one thing to say...

Bring it on.

(but if it wants to bring it only small and easy to chew & swallow bits, that is fine by me..I'm just sayin.)