Deadbeat Wildcat.

Good evening wildcats!

I'm so sorry for my silence over the last few days.  As most of you know, I'm somewhat career-changing right now (I'm staying in education but becoming a teacher, rather than an administrator) and as a result have spent the last week and a half moving out of my apartment in Boston, going to DC to interview for/get a job for four days (I'll be teaching second grade at a charter school for the performing arts in DC -- it's totally going to be my own little Elementary School Musical) and then traveling to Philadelphia, where I will spend the next five weeks living in a dorm at Temple University (North Philly, what what!) and learning to be a teacher.  Teach for America's summer institute (also known as teacher boot camp) is nearly as infamous as the organization itself.  On Sunday, over 800 teachers from nine different regions descended upon a single dorm at Temple.  We'll be attending seminars and teaching summer school in Philadelphia Public Schools this summer and then returning to our regions as full-time PK-12 teachers this fall.  The whole thing is quite a production (there are yellow school buses and matching lunch boxes involved) and is happening at eight college campuses across the country at the same time -- a total of more than 5,000 new teachers will be trained in this way this summer.

"There is no doubt she would have kept her chin taut with strategic Botox shots and her bare arms buff from the gym."  Uhhh, thanks Newsweek.

At any rate, between my move, finding a job and training to be teacher, the blog has been slipping.  However, when I saw this week's Newsweek cover, I just couldn't let it pass without saying something.  Has anything more creepy ever happened to the cover of a somewhat reputable magazine?  For those of you who haven't had a chance to see it, Newsweek photoshopped a picture of Princess Diana to make her look fifty years-old, and then super-imposed her and Princess Kate together to look like they are walking down the street together.  You all know how I love all things royal, but this is just weird.  The accompanying article goes on to discuss how, had she not died tragically, Diana's fashion and workout routine would have evolved in the 21st century, and how she would have reacted to her eldest son's marriage last spring.  (Rather than going with the typical, "proud and loving mother line," Newsweek's Diana would have been jealous of the attention afforded to the new Princess, and struck up a war with the Windor's over their treatment of the Middleton's, all while becoming frenemies with Carol Middleton in front of the paparazzi in a feeble attempt to recapture the limelight.  So, I may be writing in a little bit of hyperbole (you know how I have a dramatic flair), but I still think this is totally creepy and totally weird.  I appreciate the concept of what-might-have-been as much as anyone, but this thing just strikes me as totally disrespectful.  Am I wrong about this?


In other Royal news, it seems that while Prince Harry is still denying his romance with Pippa Middleton, he is officially done with Chelsy Davy.  It's about time.


Again, I apologize for my absence over the last week or so, I'm going to try not to become a deadbeat blogger.  I'd hate to lose custody of all of you to Dfest.

xo kate

It's happening!

Dear Us Weekly, 

I really, really, really want to trust you on about this. And sometimes it's hard to trust you.  This might be a defining moment in our relationship.  Please don't be lying to me.

xo kate

This Train Don't Stop There Anymore

Obviously, Justin Timberlake has been in the wolfpack since he had a hair full of brillo and was dating Brit. When he said "Bye, bye, bye," I said "hello."

When he asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?" I answered with a resounding, "yes."

When he cried about how she had "Gone," I said, "I'll be right back."

Meanwhile, I have loved Sir Elton John ever since I heard the Crocodile Rock on my mom's car radio. That song just makes me smile.

Thier collaboroation on Elton's This Train Don't Stop? Pure genius. Elton's lyrics are tragic. Justin's portrayal is eerie and awesome. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, check it out now.

All Hail the Queen

Let them eat donuts.

The Royal Donut is one way I won't be
celebrating the Royal Wedding. 
Maybe the only way.

Now that Dunkin' Donuts has officially announced their intention to honor the Royal Wedding with a donut, I think it's okay for me to tell you how unreasonably excited I am for the event.  I'm literally counting the days until Wills and Kate get hitched.  My excitement is really inexplicable, but it may have something to do with my love of hats and the fact that the bride's name is my name too.

I've considered taking the day off from work in order to properly celebrate this most sacred of unions.  However, given the early start time and the time difference between London and Boston, I think I will actually be able to watch before work in the morning.  Which is great, because we aren't allowed to stream videos at work during the day (it slows down the network across all five sites) and I got a bad reputation when I refused to turn off Michael Jackson's funeral, despite repeated requests from the higher ups.

At any rate, apparently I'm not the only one who's excited.  Besides the historic donut, there have been some other notable gestures made to honor the occasion.  Including, but not limited to, Kate Middleton dolls, Royal Engagement and Royal Wedding china lines, wedding gnomes, (Reportedly these do not have the couples faces on them.  Which is a missed opportunity if you ask me.) a coin and a special "Kiss Me Kate" beer brewed in Nottingham. (Anyone who can get me a bottle of this will be in my good graces f-o-r-e-v-e-r.) All these items, as well as countless books, magazine and "official guides" have already been produced and the wedding is still weeks away.

Who do I know in England?  Please get me this.

And it's not just me and the novelty shops that are going all out for the Royal couple.  Apparently, CNN, the most trusted name in news, is dispatching 124 reporters to cover The Event.  That's not a typo.  Wedding of the century indeed.

Only 24 days left to go.  Which is 100 less than the number of reporters CNN is sending.

xo kate

And if you, like to buy me flowers, just go ahead now.

I don't know about you, but I much prefer Prince Harry to William. I can't really explain why, but Willy just seems like such a snotty pansy, while Henry, Prince of Wales, has an edgier, manlier, more down-to-earth vibe. And before you tease me for my cougerish ways, I'd like to remind you that the Royal Ginger is a whopping 26 years old--quite old enough to be my favorite of the two princes.

Now read the entire above paragraph in a British accent.



Who's your favorite?