tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32668701887120991572024-03-14T09:36:44.271-04:00Click on Revelrey. Not here. (This is my OLD blog).The life of a young professional trying to navigate the world.Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-31058409050885718792012-06-25T15:40:00.000-04:002012-06-25T15:42:35.057-04:00REVELREYSo long, fair well... I am leaving this blog. I AM FREE! Just kidding. I am moving on over to <a href="http://revelrey.blogspot.com/">revelrey.blogspot.com</a>. It is my new spiffy blog, that I am still working on with the help of the computer fairies at <a href="http://maiedae.com/" target="_blank">Maiedae</a>, but I am not going to post any more blog posts here on Young Roman, so I thought you might want to know where to find me. I know, sad. But my new blog is way better, trust me.<br />
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<br />Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-56839273996356249232012-06-20T16:02:00.000-04:002012-06-20T16:02:49.433-04:00Honey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOv9InWRlI80LJMehFPIdn7dxJsAhYjUp05D3aIzIf8LNGc972r9ZdvCvfKV8Rdty8RPNQnMRR2pLA-mM-PjUQq1VKLm_EltSAr-Mpjdbw4l7D1ZUSLWeEkgVeAaLxZF8THuboEI0xLDDq/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOv9InWRlI80LJMehFPIdn7dxJsAhYjUp05D3aIzIf8LNGc972r9ZdvCvfKV8Rdty8RPNQnMRR2pLA-mM-PjUQq1VKLm_EltSAr-Mpjdbw4l7D1ZUSLWeEkgVeAaLxZF8THuboEI0xLDDq/s400/163.JPG" /></a>
I love to love. It is one of the things that I enjoy doing, I love doing. I love to give to those that I love. I love to spend time with those that I love. One of my favorite people that I have fallen in love with is Emily. She is my soul sister in laughing about random insurance nightmares, crying over stupid people, caring for each other in faith. Emily has become my cheerleader, my comforter, and my light. I have enjoyed spending more and more time with this wonderful lady. I thought she deserved her very own post, to know just how special she is in my life. Thank you Emily, thank you for being you.
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“May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.”
― Mother TeresaKate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-662912331627481042012-06-05T20:36:00.001-04:002012-06-05T20:36:17.575-04:00Sake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
When I have a really big high, like I did after this weekend of amazingness it normally doesn't come crashing down quite so fast! First the goodness that was this past weekend.</div>
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Some of my friends got together for a cook out this past Thursday night, and Mark was the main grill master!</div>
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Then Sir Glenn took me on a surprise date to <a href="http://www.shakespearetavern.com/" target="_blank">Shakespeare's Tavern</a> on Friday night. It was so much fun! A for sure recommendation for a date night and/or for a guy to get out of the dog house, it worked for Glenn =)</div>
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Date day with Savannah! We got the opportunity to go to a craft festival of sorts on Saturday morning and then we had a great time exploring the Food Truck Park in Atlanta. You can read more about our adventures <a href="http://www.maiedae.blogspot.com/2012/06/weekly-wrap-up.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://www.maiedae.blogspot.com/2012/06/photo-booth-fun.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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On Sunday, Glenn came over and we made a yummy breakfast together followed by meeting up with friends by the river. I enjoyed talking with <a href="http://pulchritudefest.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jenny</a> and watching our boys play soccer against kids half their age. They lost.</div>
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This morning I drank my morning coffee out of a mug that Rachel got, that I absolutely loved the saying! It is so true and little did I know that it would come in handy later in the day.</div>
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After the meltdown. I am now in Nashville and apparently so is the rest of the world. I could not find a hotel anywhere. I was stressed to the max of thinking that I might have to sleep in my car, because I did not want for my company to have to pay for a hotel room that cost $400 a night. That is the price of the only hotel that was vacant. Ridiculous. I finally settled on a hotel about 30 minutes outside of Nashville so a commute will be in order for the rest of the week. After pure panic induced by the thought of homelessness, I found a sushi restaurant within walking distance of my newly acquired hotel room. I knew it was meant to be, because the name of the restaurant was Sake.</div>
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Now it is time to begin my Skype date with my main man, and then hopefully get lots of sleep for the Tour De Colleges: Nashville Edition comes tomorrow!</div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-91849207986695396022012-05-29T11:28:00.000-04:002012-05-29T11:28:41.173-04:00Soufflé<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The long weekend started off by a rita riverside. Perfection! Then I wondered down a trail to see that mother nature had created a flower petal tablescape for me.</div>
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On Saturday morning I had the opportunity to go to the <a href="http://www.vikingcookingschool.com/atlanta" target="_blank">Viking Cooking School</a> to take a class that was one of my birthday gifts from my mom. I took my new roommate Rachel with me on the adventure! We concurred chicken stock, vegetable soup, marinate fish, butterfly chicken, rice pilaf, shallot green beans, and ended with chocolate soufflé (look up pictures of this, and you will see ours turned out amazing)!</div>
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On Sunday sweet grandmother had all the grandkids over for a cooking class of her own. We had a chicken and dumplings contest. My own mother was the judge and she didn't even pick mine! P.S. Do you know how much lard is in the dumplings? Don't ask!</div>
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Sunday night was the Pinterest Party! We were tasked with coming up with creative ways to display jewelry. Below is mine.</div>
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The next morning we ventured antiquing with Jon and Savannah and I captured this lovely face! Do I know him!?!</div>
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A quick snap of the skirt I purchased at Target about 20 minutes before this picture was taken. I get spoiled when I come to Atlanta and a Target is so close!</div>
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Grilling by the river, it was great until it rained, then it was still awesome being with some amazing people!</div>
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Weekends are my favorite. I love absolutely love spending time with friends and family! Oh the adventures we have. I also learned that one of my dearest friends, Emily got engaged this weekend! It is so much fun to plan weddings, I can't wait!</div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-86069487126657793022012-05-23T19:10:00.001-04:002012-05-23T19:10:05.165-04:00Tomatoes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Tomatoes. I hate them, well hate is a strong word, but I hate them. If I was told that I had to take a bite out of a tomato like I would an apple, I would make a gagging noise and say no thank you. However, I like them with things in their non-raw form. Like in a homemade tomato sauce. The amount of preservatives found in tomato sauce is totally crazy, cra-cra crazy. It is way cheaper to make you own. I promise. And I even more promise that it is simple and you won't be in the mummification before it is due time.<br />
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3 big awesome tomatoes<br />
1/2 of a medium sweet onion<br />
3 garlic cloves (more if you love it)<br />
1 can of organic tomato paste<br />
1/2 to 1 cup of red wine depending on how liquid you like the sauce<br />
3 tsps of fresh herbs (basil or oregano or both)<br />
a swirl of extra virgin olive oil<br />
salt and pepper to taste<br />
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For non-vegetarians feel free to add some ground pork, chicken or traditional beef.<br />
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<a href="http://www.berry.edu/oakhill/" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">Oak Hill</a><span style="text-align: left;"> is so beautiful. I mean like the house on the movie Sweet Home Alabama beautiful. Oh wait it was! For the Young Alumni Weekend at Berry College, we got to be apart of cleaning up/clearing out some of the trails behind the museum. </span><strike style="text-align: left;">It was a lot of fun.</strike><span style="text-align: left;"> I enjoyed spending time with some amazing past alumnus of Berry.</span></div>
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This is Jeff Hawkins. He is a stud. At least that is what he will tell you =) He is honestly one of my best friends and I had the pleasure of hanging out with him on one of his craziest weekends of his life this past weekend, and as you can see he is driving a bus! Haha<br />
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Music set to soft lighting is the best! It was here that earlier in the evening that <a href="http://www.vrbo.com/188569" target="_blank">my mom's rental lake house</a> was auctioned off for the good cause of buying a tractor for the <a href="http://www.berry.edu/studententerprises/page.aspx?id=10716" target="_blank">season's harvest</a>. It was so much fun! Live auctions are a hoot!<br />
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I heart Chattanooga! One of my work stops was in Chattanooga this week and I got to enjoy the running water of stairs! How cool is this!</div>
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As creepy as the fox lamp is, the view from the hotel room is awesome. One of the greatest things about traveling for work is getting to experience different views, different perspectives.</div>
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I wish the best on all of the readers of my blog this week. I wish you the very best. Oh, I almost forgot. I have a secret that I must tell you. I am revamping this blog/ getting a new blog for myself. I am having the amazing Savannah over at <a href="http://maiedae.com/" target="_blank">Maiedae</a> design it for me. I will give you a hint, the new name starts with an R. Can you guess what its name will be?</div>
<br /><br />Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-72297511772568930852012-05-16T12:12:00.002-04:002012-05-16T12:15:12.413-04:00Leader<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Taking charge, stepping up, being a leader. Those words, better yet thoughts have been surrounding me the past few weeks as changes and events have taken place. Here are some of the reasons why:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My father was the mayor of the town I grew up in. He lead his community, my home community through so much. Just like he did with my family. The city hall was named after him, because of his leadership.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is in Lilburn, GA less than a mile from the house that I grew up in. Leading is about change, but I am no so sure that all change is good change.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Leadership Rome, we got the opportunity to kayak down a river in Rome. I am thankful that I got the guts to do it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the suitcase that I gave Amelia before she left to go after her dreams. At this very moment she is interviewing with one of the top law firms in the country. She will lead so may people.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo is of the Winshape Retreat Center where I attended the Chick-fil-a Leadercast 2012.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dress and wedges hanging out on the lawn of Berry College's graduation. Where leaders have been made.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The centerpiece of my cousin's wedding. A new relationship for the bride and groom will begin.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, ok I didn't lead anything but I heart crab legs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holly tasting oysters for the first time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes leaders need to rest on the beach too.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glenn leading my grass into submission.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Receiving my diploma of sorts at the Leadership Rome graduation.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At dusk on top of Myrtle Hill Cemetery where Glenn and I discussed what it takes to be a leader and what an amazing grandfather he had who is buried here as a veteran and doctor in this great community.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-46142449596959442422012-05-01T16:24:00.001-04:002012-05-01T16:30:24.477-04:00Separated<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Things stay the same for a little while, then a catalyst comes along and shakes things up. A graduation, a marriage or a conversation. They come in and change your life. My roommate for the last year and half is leaving me. It is hitting me harder than being given separation papers. Amelia has been a huge influence in my life in baking, God, music and love. Her passion for life has driven me further than I ever thought possible. I have cherished our crazy talks about how I hate the fact she wears leggings everywhere. Tap dancing on the hardwood floors. Singing in the shower. Going over her lines for the up coming play. Doing a devotional and praying together. Being by her side for major life achievements, such as acceptance to law schools and her determination not to give out her number to a strange man (which she later failed, with a justified reason of course).</span></div>
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The randomness that has taken place in our house, the joy that has filled the air. If walls could talk, rather sing, they would speak in a <a href="http://verymarykate.com/" target="_blank">Very Mary Kate</a> voice with a little Kate Reed (Fairly Legal) for reason. They would speak of boy heartache next step conversations, cooking lessons, but mostly uncontrollable laughter.<br />
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I love you Amelia and I will miss you being my roommate, but you will always be my friend in my heart. Oh and the fact that you are just going to be an hour away in Atlanta is fabulous!Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-44586591014996485182012-04-24T15:25:00.000-04:002012-04-24T15:25:30.522-04:00DoneGet it done. That is the mode that all of my friends, including myself are in right now. It could be work or school, but everybody is just feeling the pressure to get it done.<br />
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I texted Glenn this morning my mantra for the day, which was:<br />
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Today is going to be good.<br />
Today is going to be the best it can possibly be.<br />
Don't worry about others, focus on yourself.<br />
God is in control, you don't have to be.<br />
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I am thinking about writing it on my bathroom mirror!<br />
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This past weekend in photo form:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outside of my brothers house, right before we went to brunch at <a href="http://www.suninmybelly.com/" target="_blank">Sun in My Belly</a>.<br /> I had to take the photo, beers and boots.</td></tr>
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Tonight I am driving to Atlanta to be in town for my high schools leadership board tomorrow, there is just something great about being back in the town you grew up in. Taking a day off of work to give back makes you forget, at least for a minute about running around like a mad women back at the office!<div>
<br /></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-87557024277019040002012-04-20T11:50:00.004-04:002012-04-20T11:50:35.431-04:00CalmWowzers what a week! It kicked off with a Chamber Membership Drive which was quite a hoot!<br />
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Then my life carried on into a series of hard personal phone calls and texts that drew lines across the sand of people in my life. In the end, the best will come from everything if it is God's will. The one big thing that I learned this week is that you can not control anybody's thoughts, actions or opinions. Therefore you best be in control of yourself! Oh and if people go crazy on you it is best to be calm. They hate calm, because it means that you are in control of yourself when they are not in control of themselves.<div>
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From blueberry lemon scones to Bluefield, West Virginia. The past week has been eventful to say the very least. I have decided that I don't want to go to the circus, I simply don't because I don't want to see any more juggling. I do enough of that in real life! I do enjoy keeping all the balls up in the air, but the fear of them falling is tough some days. But everything is always better with SCONES!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The large white blob on my lap is my new friend that just decided he wanted to snuggle on my lap.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A college dorm, not kidding.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://maiedae.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Savannah</a>, carving her first chicken on a lazy Saturday!</td></tr>
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I absolutely love traveling for my job, but I absolutely love the joy of coming home and getting back into my routine as well. I would say my favorite thing about being back into my house besides family, friends and Belle is being able to cook. I have a steak in my fridge that has been marinating for two days and I am going to GRILLING TONIGHT!Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-69501272932254523122012-03-27T16:50:00.000-04:002012-03-27T16:53:45.684-04:00GoodBeing nice is hard sometimes, especially if you don’t always
get niceness in return. Keeping a good mood and demeaned alive all the time is demanding, tiring, and just not fun always, but it is worth it.<br />
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Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper
time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have
opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to
the family of believers. Galatians 6:9-10<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was further reminded by Glenn that doing well by others is
the right thing to do. Just for
clarification, he made up an alter ego of sorts named Señor Barky Dog who has a
French accent that is always coming up with clever things to say.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Señor Barky Dog says: If you’re having a great day go and
share it with someone, and if they try to poop on it just smile, turn around,
and let your happily wagging tail slap them in the face a few times before
prancing out of the room.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-11520980265667203392012-03-25T17:17:00.002-04:002012-03-26T10:35:37.389-04:00Momma<div class="MsoNormal">You graduate high school. You go to college. You graduate college. You get a job. You live on your own. You figure yourself out along the way. Then you think about it, then you can actually think about getting married. This is what was ingrained into my head at a young age by my mother. This is what you do, this is how you become successful.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">There is so much more to it though. I wish I could teach a class on all of the things that I think are important to learn through the young adult years while you are finding yourself single or married.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">How to cook a complete meal at least once a week and the ingredients you need to keep on hand to do so.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">How to figure out how much of your budget should be a mortgage payment vs groceries vs fun things.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">How to say no, to anything politely.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">How to balance a relationship with your work and you time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Formal education can’t teach you these things, only life can. I am learning every single day. I am growing every single day. I am enjoying this season that God has placed me in, even if tears come. You always learn, always.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-48538303959132980192012-03-19T21:00:00.000-04:002012-03-19T21:00:35.748-04:00Games<div class="MsoNormal">Peace and quiet. Not a creature is stirring not even a mouse. Growing up as an only child fostered the idea that quietness is beauty, it allows for sleep to bring on its sweet touch. Upon joining a new family when my mom remarried and meeting other people’s boisterous clans it has given me a new perspective on noise. Joy can come from commotion and fellowship. At the end of the day I still love my stillness, but I am beginning to enjoy the chaos and noise of the love flowing from conversation. Sometimes I find myself longing to be in the middle of a parade of craziness with people I care about.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After a long week of traveling alone, a parade of sorts will be coming this Thursday with the midnight premier of the Hunger Games. A crepe and coffee night with some of my dearest friends will be the appetizer to the movies main event. The only requirement of attending with us will be that you must dress up. Yes, I will be turning 25 this year and yes I am pumped up about getting dressed up for a movie! I am still trying to decide what to wear, but it will be epic. So on Thursday, it may just be a craziness parade that I have been wanting. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't decide which one to wear...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-82053023870877843252012-03-09T17:18:00.001-05:002012-03-09T17:18:00.255-05:00Oops<div class="MsoNormal">One of my love affairs in life is with cooking. Nothing is better than after a long day of sitting behind a desk than to stand up in my kitchen chopping the crap out of vegetables with my beautiful burgundy Paula Deen knife set and create something tasty. I often think that my love comes from the ability to feel accomplished. After only an hour from start to finish, a creation has been made and often devoured (sometimes chowing down in the kitchen and never making it to a table). The other aspect that intrigues me is one of making mistakes. Often in cooking, mistakes can be fixed and missing ingredients can be improvised on. It is the beauty of creation that sometimes the mistakes that are made can turn out to be blessings, and yummy ones at that.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salmon Cakes! I had left over salmon but I didn't have any bread for a binder, however I had left over tortilla chips that worked like a charm! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mayonnaise and I are not friends. So these deviled eggs are made with Greek Yogurt instead. Healthier and minus the yucky mayo is a plus in my book. </td></tr>
</tbody></table></div><div class="MsoNormal">You know what, that is life is about. We are not perfect beings, but we can strive to see the blessings out of the mistakes that we make and remember that tbs and tbsp are not the same.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-9034208769068084822012-03-07T11:11:00.000-05:002012-03-07T11:11:24.993-05:00Quality<div class="MsoNormal">It all started with a Nerf gun war in the kitchen, don’t worry I shot him first. Then we had a fabulous dinner with two lovely people Zach and Leah at Mellow Mushroom complete a pizza dripping in pesto, feta cheese and sun-dried tomatoes!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The next day began with voting yes to alcohol sales on Sunday, a quick trip to Glenn’s old school to visit his mom and sister in Dalton then we were off on our adventure!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">First stop was at one of my favorites, the Georgia Winery where we sampled, and then sampled some more and then found out that they give discounts for buying a whole case and maybe just maybe that is what we did.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then we finally arrived in Chattanooga and went to this fabulous restaurant called the Bluegrass Grill where we inhaled goodness until we were sick, well until Glenn was sick because he ate all of his and half of mine!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">We then wondered around browsing antiques, books and artwork until we found a bench content to watch the world go by. Then sake time began at one of my favorite sushi restaurants, Sushi Nabe tucked under a bridge. We laughed obnoxiously loud at the Japanese word for cheers which he knows and kept repeating. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The next part in our journey is obvious to anybody who knows my love for coffee shops and the amazing place called Rembrandts. We had earl grey tea and desserts to finish off our night on the town.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Having a long distance relationship where more time is spent on the phone than it is in person is hard. But having wonderful days like these is what makes it all worth it. Realizing the specialness that you share together and creating crazy memories that will last a lifetime.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-79888399108865677522012-02-29T17:14:00.000-05:002012-02-29T17:14:00.173-05:00Leap<div class="MsoNormal">Jumping along on the day that is leaped over three years and then appears for one is here. The day that is talked about, simply because it happens. It did absolutely nothing, and yet it gets recognition. Pretty awesome huh?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do it for someone else. Do something sweet for somebody else on this day, just because they exist. Call your grandmother and tell her you love her. Write your friend a note, just to tell them how freakin awesome they are. Give your dog an extra treat. Bring flowers to a co-worker. Do something for a complete stranger, that would make them smile.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On the day that gets praised for existing, praise someone for exactly that!<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-13254957430825118412012-02-27T17:27:00.001-05:002012-02-29T09:08:43.986-05:00Security<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">We lock our doors, have alarm systems, carry weapons, password protect our phones and computers. Why? Security. We want to make sure our cars, homes, information and lives are secure.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But really it is more about trust. We don’t trust the people around us or society at large with anything. This mainly deals with our outside circles. How we deal with people that we don’t know, people that are on the fringes of our lives. And yet within our inner circles a sense of security and trust must be present in order to have relationships and live.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At the office it is vital for me to know that my account managers are going to do whatever they say they are going to do. If I ask them to call a client, I trust that it is done. If trust becomes an issue, work as a whole becomes an issue.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In our personal lives it is the same. Why is family often held in higher regard then friends, because of security and trust that they will always be family, always be there. Without the sense of security in our inner lives, paranoia sets in causing havoc in our hearts and minds.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We live divide lives torn with trust leading the charge and I guess that is why sometimes it is just easier to lock the whole word out then to let anybody in. It isn’t a good life though. It isn’t the life we were born to live. Allowing ourselves to be open to people we learn to trust is hard, and takes time but it is worth it. Totally and completely worth it. In the end, a battered life full of ups and downs is way better than being a flat line. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weretalkingaboutit.ca/storage/heart_beat.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1299525637409" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://www.weretalkingaboutit.ca/storage/heart_beat.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1299525637409" width="320" /></a></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-25180453447194636882012-02-20T21:03:00.000-05:002012-02-20T21:03:53.796-05:00Pleasure<div class="MsoNormal"> “One of the easiest ways to tell if a desire or pleasure you are having is part of your new nature (of being a Christian), is that it will never disagree with your identity as imparted by Christ and will always impart peace.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wow.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My roommate and I are reading a devotional together written by Beau Garrett featured around grace and the other night I was completely developed in the words that he wrote about desire and passion which is where the quote above came from.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">How many times do we do something because we desire to do so, but at the end of the day regret it? Why must we continue to live like hooligans who take the easy, cheap, personally gaining path that at the end of the day makes us not have peace with ourselves let alone with God?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So next time you feel yourself being drawn to a desire or pleasure, make sure that you can say you are completely at peace with what you are doing and it falls in line with your identity.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-85706345952048549512012-02-17T17:17:00.001-05:002012-02-17T17:17:00.252-05:00Woven<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Everyone has a different story. A different path of life that they were given. Some people were blessed with cherished up brings; others saw the harshness the world can offer way to early. However, it makes you, you. I often ponder why things have happened the way they did or why some things continue to be upsetting. Why will my Dad never be able to walk me down the aisle? Why must my heart be broken, only to have an inkling of hope? Why does my job test my loneliness? Because, it is a part of my beautiful story. My life has been blessed from the beginning of time and I am happy to live my life, my story and have it be so different from everybody else’s. Enjoy your unique delicate intimacy of life that God wove together for you, and rejoice in his purpose and plan for you alone.</span><o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-15376216388624601372012-02-10T12:30:00.004-05:002012-02-10T13:38:34.058-05:00PeaceI have been struggling lately and one of my dearest friends sent me this quote that I read every morning. It brings me peace and encouragement. I hope it meets you where you are as well.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">“May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.” - Mother Theresa</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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The most beautiful bracelets of all different colors, four of them tied together made a beautiful set of creams, tans, browns and teal. All together they cost $25. Snuggled in next to them on the display was a coral bracelet that added a little pop of color, the one bracelet cost $18. I headed up to the cash register and the sales associate took the price of the bracelets tied together, rung me up and I paid $25 plus tax and I walked out the door with all five bracelets, not having paid for the coral one because she thought they all went together. It is one of those times where it is a whole lot easier just to walk away.<br />
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I did walk away, I walked three blocks away, and then I walked back to the store. I explained to the lady what had happened and she looked at me like I was crazy. I was coming back into the store to pay her more money, for her oversight. Point blank she said, you are the only person I have ever seen do that, most of the time they are trying to sneak stuff out of the store hoping they won’t get caught.<br />
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It is a constant battle, the battle of the flesh between doing right and wrong, most of the time it is easier to do wrong because it is the selfish thing to do. <br />
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At the end of the day I knew that I didn’t do the right thing to begin with, but I went back and corrected myself. Being able to fess up after a bad judgment call happens is super important; don’t go on lying to yourself and others. Recognize the bad call, and do your darnest not to do it again.Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-79353082574237239662012-01-13T17:32:00.001-05:002012-01-13T17:32:00.613-05:00Extra<div class="MsoNormal">People often ask me how I got my particular job doing what I love and am getting paid pretty well for it, and the answer is extra.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Clients or prospects have my cell phone number and trust me they do call it, not just at business hours. Thank you notes for time spent. Paying attention to personal details, and acting on them appropriately. Helping clients out in different areas not related to my actual job, because I can. Putting my servant foot forward.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Obviously talks can be had for a work/family balance, but as a non-married professional it is important that you have a more work and less family balance to push through for a little while. Taking the extra step to pick up your cell phone at 8PM on a Friday night when a client calls, that is what makes the difference. The company that I work for has the philosophy that the client comes first and ultimately we do want to make money, but foremost we want to help people. It shows and it works.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Taking the extra time to serve others at work is great and needed to get ahead. However it is just as important in your personal life as well. My boyfriend and I send cards through snailmail even though I see him every weekend. It is the little things like getting a dog card (all of our cards have dogs on them, our little tradition) in the mail when you come home from a long day’s work that make me smile the most.<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-64628745419509694642012-01-03T17:20:00.004-05:002012-01-03T17:20:00.253-05:00Track<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCwPWujDPOQ/TwNybuUcERI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XPo000qIZyE/s1600/even-if-on-right-track-will-rogers-button-0335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCwPWujDPOQ/TwNybuUcERI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XPo000qIZyE/s1600/even-if-on-right-track-will-rogers-button-0335.jpg" /></a></div>It is good to be on the right track, but if you don't keep moving forward your butt will get kicked, or run over rather. Push harder in this new year to complete your life goals, helpful hint they won't get done if you don't start on them. God has got your back, so don't be afraid to go faster down the tracks and take a leap of faith.Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-34363232833307429272011-12-26T12:49:00.000-05:002011-12-26T12:49:28.340-05:00Merry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Be who you are. Laugh at yourself. Enjoy your family and the onesie your mom got you for Christmas, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wait that is just me!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3266870188712099157.post-62115875141098633242011-12-13T18:16:00.009-05:002011-12-13T18:16:01.864-05:00Claus<div class="MsoNormal">This time of year Santa is ever present. The magical make believe man that has been created in the hearts and minds of children. Parents can create or add onto what Santa does and creativity can be used to allow for Santa to prefer peanut butter cookies over oatmeal ones. In the past two days I traveled to visit the new college that I landed with two of my co-workers which was great fun, minus the twelve hours of driving! But when I started to think more in depth about what I actually do for my job a lot of it involves creativity and trust. I visited the school with a range of services for them to choose from, they trusted that I could provide the services and I create a custom package to suite the college. They pay; we back it up with great services. Bring it around to Santa. He seems to fulfill his end of the bargain every year with gifts, but what happens if he doesn’t back it up? All I know is that the idea of Santa may not be slipping down the chimney of my house when I have children, because my children trust me and I want to back it up.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Plus, I don’t think I would let my children sit on this sketchy Santa’s lap, I sure didn’t want to! <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Happy Birthday Jesus!<o:p></o:p></div>Kate Fitchetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05750338027380356315noreply@blogger.com0