The Secret Life of Kat

You may see some wonkiness around here. I’ve transferred this blog from a content management system called Expression Engine over to WordPress.

I don’t need all the power that EE offered and WP is just so much easier to update. I can even post from my phone.

So, expect lots of frivolity here.

I know you’re so excited about all this. Calm down. It’s embarrassing.

Geocaching

In other news, we went geocaching for the first time yesterday. I was ridiculously excited when we found our first one.

And here it is in all it’s micro glory.

Have you ever been geocaching?

Hi! I don’t know if anyone still reads this blog, but I wanted to pop in and say hello! (And write stunningly poetic blog post titles. Clearly.)

I’ve been crazy busy with my new blog Inspiredtoaction.com. The response to it has been thrilling, fun and well, busy.

But I try to be really focused there, and I have lots of thoughts about things other than motherhood, so I’ll still be updating here from time to time. Even if no one is left to read it.

This morning, I’m sitting at Starbucks, listening to music and I’m once again deeply moved by Sara Groves song When The Saints. This is what I want to be. I want to be one of them…

(rss readers, click here to view this song)

Such a brilliant song.

Yesterday I was at Walmart with my 2 year old boy. On aisle 11, he walked right up behind a woman and hugged her. After apologizing (although the huge smile on her face said she didn’t mind one little bit) and proceeding to the next aisle, I said, “Sweetie, you shouldn’t hug strangers.”

He said,”But Mama, some people don’t get hugs. So I give them.”

Who knew a 2 year old has so much to teach?

Things have been a bit quiet around here. Sorry about that. I’ve been busy getting things up and running over at my new blog Inspired To Action.

And….

Week One

Wow! The response has been incredible. In ONE week, the blog has over 250 subscribers.  There have been an average of 30+ comments per post and the mailing list has grown to over 2,500!

Needless to say, it’s all pretty exciting. The best part though, is the feedback I’ve gotten. Women inspired to spend time with God in the morning, exercise and plan their days, moms praying daily for their kids and a community of readers encouraging one another.

The Point

I think there are 2 reasons the blog has been so successful:

1.  I’m truly passionate about the topic of the blog.

I desperately want to be a great mom. Inspired to Action has been a wonderful outlet for me to flesh out ideas and thoughts. I love being surrounded by women who desire the same thing.

Having an early morning routine has been one of the biggest and most beneficial changes I’ve made in my life. I love that blogging allows me to help other women adopt this life changing habit.

When you’re passionate about something, it’s easy to write about.

2. I don’t care about the numbers.

I admit, the numbers are fun and affirming, but as I wrote in the welcome post, I’d rather have 10 people who respond to what I write and make positive changes in their lives, than 100 readers who just move on to the next blog in their reader.

I have a folder in my email program from people who have taken the time to write to me and tell me about the wonderful things they’ve accomplished after reading the ebook and the blog. It inspires me every day to write well and focus on the people – not the numbers.

My Inspired To Action Twitter bio sums it up well:

If I’m not writing things that make you take action, then I need to stop wasting your time. Yeah, I’m all serious like that.

Are you blogging about your passion? What is one thing you could teach others?

This song has been on repeat for WEEKS on every musical device I own. I listen to it every morning and let it inspire me and challenge me every day.

I LOVE the fact that this song echoes in my house. I still can’t believe she sang this right here in my living room last weekend. God does the coolest things,

Here’s JJ Heller singing Only Love Remains (I really wish I’d been able to record from the beginning…):

(RSS and Facebook folks, click here to watch the video.)

Here are the amazing lyrics:

Scenes of you come rushing through

You are breaking me down

So break me into pieces

That will grow in the ground

I know that I deserve to die

For the murder in my heart

So be gentle with me Jesus

As you tear me apart

Please kill the liar

Kill the thief in me

You know that I am tired of their cruelty

Breathe into my spirit

Breathe into my veins

Until only love remains

You burn away the ropes that bind

And hold me to the earth

The fire only leaves behind whatever is of worth

I begin to see reality

For the first time in my life

I know that I’m a shadow

But I’m dancing in your light

Teach me to be humble

Call me from the grave

Show me how to walk with you upon the waves

Breathe into my spirit

Breathe into my veins

Until only love remains

What songs have earned the repeat button for you?

I’ve launched the new Inspired To Action blog. I’d love it if a few of you could check it out, click a couple links, post a comment or two and give it a good tire kick.

Later this week, I’ll be emailing the two thousand plus people who downloaded the Maximize Your Mornings ebook to let them know about the site, so I’d like it to run as smoothly as possible first.

Can you help? Please let me know (via comments, contact form, email, smoke signals or flag waving) if you see anything that needs to be fixed or improved.

Thanks SO much!

(And major thanks to Natalie who designed my stellar logo. If you need a graphic designer, you need Natalie.)

Ok. First of all, I’ll say that it was an entertaining movie. I was amazed at the special effects. All in all, though, special effects won’t make me a better person and there were a few things in the movie that weren’t awesome, so as far as the movie goes, I could take it or leave it.

However, there was one thing that particularly annoyed me. It wasn’t in the movie. It was actually outside the movie. It was this:

Seriously? “Recycle” your 3D glasses?!

The movie was all about taking care of nature, being “one” with the earth, etc. So then they ask us to “be green” and “earth friendly” and “recycle” our 3D glasses in the bin that was RIGHT NEXT TO THE TRASH CAN. The TRASH CAN where we were supposed to put our PLASTIC water bottles, our PAPER napkins and ALL our other trash.

Clearly, their priority is the environment.

This was such a lame ploy that Jimmy and I made jokes about it most of the drive home and we KEPT our glasses.

We are rebels. Hear us roar.

I imagined myself attending the movie on a nightly basis and at the end, rising up in the theater, fist in the air, exposing the corporate greed disguised in the name of being green and leading a movement of people who fought against “the man” by KEEPING our 3D glasses.

Ok. Maybe not.

I don’t mind that they want their glasses back to cut down on costs, but I wish they wouldn’t pretend that they’re being altruistic about it.

So, if you go see Avatar, keep your glasses and “recycle” them elsewhere. Rise up, people!

Sigh. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to blogging about my cute kids. This revolution stuff is tiring. I feel the need to go hug a tree.

Have you seen Avatar yet? 

Well, what a wonderful evening it was! (If you need the backstory on the event, you can read that here.)

Frankly, I was afraid I’d be pretty worn out by the time Saturday evening rolled around. Jimmy had been on vacation for THREE weeks and then his first day back to work he flew to Chicago for a whole week. That was a bit of a shock.

I survived the week, though, and so did my kids. We’ll call that a success.

Jimmy arrived back laaaaate Friday night and in about 18 hours we were having a concert at our house!

After a busy morning, Dave, JJ, Lucy (their 1 year old girl) and Jess (Dave’s sister who helps with Lucy) arrived in the afternoon. We watched the playoff game (Jimmy was thrilled Dave wanted to watch football), played with the kids and ate dinner. Finally, our friends started to arrive and the concert began.

Wow. JJ’s voice is simply amazing. I was in heaven having such incredible music IN MY HOUSE! Jimmy and I sat towards the back and I loved watching our friends enjoy the music.

The best part of the day was discovering that JJ and Dave are every bit as great as their music. They are genuine, unpretentious and really live out the music they write.

I’ll stop recapping now and just share a video (more to come) with you. This is JJ and Dave playing Your Hands….

If you don’t own any of JJ’s albums, I really couldn’t recommend them more highly. You can get them at iTunes or at JJ’s online store.

Amazing music, amazing people. Definitely an evening to remember.

I’ve never been more grateful for a sister-in-law who can dance.

(Incidentally, the pic at the top was taken well after the evening was over. That’s why my son is shoeless and in his pj’s. We decided he needed to get ready for bed when he started headbutting our guests. He cheerfully walked up to several people and introduced his forehead to their thigh. Ah, boys.)

Ok. Name an artist you’d like to have sing in your living room…

JJ and Dave Heller are coming over tonight! And so are 30 wonderful friends (if you’re reading this and a friend and you want to come, call me).

I. Am. So. Excited.

Stay tuned.

My kids watch a show called Super Why. It’s a cartoon. It’s about super heroes. The characters have disproportionately large heads.

You know, standard kids show.

Well, these super heroes solve problems with their reading skills. If a book ends badly, and the main character says, “I can’t help (fill in the bad decision) it’s in my story…’the little boy (fill in the bad decision)!” – the Super Readers jump in and change the words to the story and save the day.

It’s SUPPOSED to teach kids reading skills.

So the other day my 2 year old son was picking on his sisters. I said,”Son, you cannot bother your sisters.” His reply?

“I can’t help it Mommy! It’s IN my stooory! …da wittle boy bahders his sistews.”

Oh yes he did.

I have a feeling I’m going to have an interesting time when he hits high school.