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Oct 27

Hello Again!

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Long Time No Talk, Bookworms!

I suppose I should explain myself. So, back in June when I last posted, I was getting a bit frantic about getting everything wrapped up at work and preparing everything at home for the Tiny Bookworm’s arrival. I continued reading, but I lacked the time and mental head space to compose coherent thoughts. Truth be told, I played a lot of Candy Crush. I’m not proud of it, but there it is. Being super pregnant and outrageously swollen wasn’t my favorite state of being. Anywho, I have big plans to catch you up on all the things including my bookish baby showers, nursery decor, and YES, books unrelated to baby things. Also books related to baby things because The Pout-Pout Fish is among my favorite things EVER (thank you, Lauren!)

Of course, the Young Sir has arrived (I totally went into labor on eclipse day, but he was born the following morning, August 22.) If you follow me on Instagram or are FB friends with me, you’ll have seen 8 zillion photos, but WHATEVER MY KID IS CUTE.

Bookworms, meet Sam. Sam, meet the Bookworms.

Taken in the hospital. He was all of 2 days old. Note the penguin blanket and the mildly pained expression. He’s embarrassed by me already!


Why yes, I’m completely smitten.

Sammers is most pleased to meet you!


Mar 01

A Life Update

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Greetings Bookworms!

I know, I know. I wrote a total of ONE blog post the entire month of February. I’m not proud, but I’ve had a lot on my mind. See exhibit A:

That’s right, y’all. I’m currently gestating a tiny human. But I feel like it would be disingenuous to be all “YAY I AM PREGNANT!” without giving you at least a tiny bit of context. So, here’s the Reader’s Digest version…

Hubs and I decided we would like to have a baby nigh on 3 years ago. And, while it is VERY TRUE that one can get pregnant from a single encounter (I don’t want to take away from the importance of being responsible for any of the young impressionable minds that might be reading this) it doesn’t necessarily work that way for everyone. The road from flippant “oh, let’s just see what happens” to monitoring your temperature daily and buying ovulation kits in bulk is pretty depressing. Long story short, 2.5 to 3 years of trying, a whole lot of tests that couldn’t find anything wrong, and one (very early but totally heartbreaking) miscarriage led to the little dude in my belly showing up all on his own. When he darn well felt like it. I’m currently 16 weeks along, and if what the docs are telling me is true, it’s a boy!

I didn’t confide the whole of what was going on to very many people, mostly because it bummed me out and I wanted to feel normal. I also realize that given what some folks go through with hormone treatments and medications and other procedures, things could have been SO much more difficult. But reading the occasional blog post from someone who had been through something similar helped me feel less crappy. So, if this is you right now and you need a hug? Consider yourself HUGGED!

I suppose it’s been good preparation for parenthood. There’s going to be a whole lot that despite my best intentions is going to be completely out of my control. I’m still super excited to embark on this adventure!

Alright Bookworms. Any parents (or super awesome Aunts, Uncles, and Fairy Godparents) have recommendations for excellent children’s books or must-have baby gear? 


Jul 08

In Case You Were Wondering (Because I am a Lazy, Lazy Blogger.)

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Hey There Bookworms,

I know, I’ve been so MIA lately. I’m reading and tweeting and also (apparently) snapchatting (wordsforworms is my username!) but I just haven’t been able to gather my thoughts enough to write a blog post. I blame summer. I want to do nothing but stare at flowers and lounge and read. Computer-y things are really more conducive to cooler temps and earlier sunsets (not that I WANT those things, because I do not. I want to wring all the joy out of summer that I can. All that sunshine is FREE VITAMIN D! I have to take a supplement in the winter.) Anywho, I’m calling today’s blog post “In case you were wondering.” Just in case you were.

In case you were wondering where I’ve been, there’s been a lot of home improving going on at the Gingerbread House. Not that we did ALL the heavy lifting (we’re smart enough to know our limitations and pay people who know what they’re doing) but it’s been time intensive. We got new windows installed on the first floor and had a boatload of landscaping work done in the backyard. But even paying people to do the hard parts? You’ve still got to do the cleanup and odds and ends and play in the dirt and plant more flowers because OMG MORE FLOWERS. But BEHOLD:


In case you were wondering what it’s like to be friends with me IRL, here’s a text exchange between me and my Bestie. (I also recently told her that she reminded me of garbage, since at one point she’d given me a set of penguiny bathroom accessories complete with trash can that I still use. Sometimes I wonder why she still talks to me…)

ME: I miss you. Here’s what I’d look like if I were a Yorkie.

Snapchat. I have no idea, you guys. Although, this is what my eyebrows look like in their natural state, more or less. Also my bottom teeth are crooked because I didn't wear my retainer.

BFF: Jesus. That’s kind of terrifying!

ME: I know, right? And yet, I am fascinated. Like in Mars Attacks! when they put SJP’s head on a chihuahua body…

BFF: Yeah, I think it’s the gigantic eyes that really push it over the top…

ME: The better to see you with, my dear.

BFF: You look like you should be on Zoobilee Zoo. The kids love it, by the way.

ME: Ha! Give them my love!

BFF: Your… Puppy love? (womp womp)

ME: Yep. Lick them.

BFF: Omigod, I just drooled coffee all over myself LOL-ing at that!

In case you were wondering if my eyebrows look like this Snapchat filter when left untamed? Yeah, basically. Also, I should have worn my retainer more. My bottom teeth are back to being kind of janky and crooked. Fingers crossed my Mom doesn’t read this blog or she’ll find a way to get me a new retainer…

In case you were wondering what I did on the 4th of July, we had family over to enjoy the new back yard and watch the parade that goes right past our neighborhood.

Aunting is my favorite.

Aunting is my favorite.

Alright, you’re officially all caught up. What have you been up to? Tell me everything, Bookworms!

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Nov 04

A Glimpse Inside My Head

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Howdy Bookworms!

I have nothing bookish to discuss with you today. I mean, I’m reading and thinking about books and things, but I’ve got nothing coherent enough to constitute a post. I’m writing a post anyway because I feel like it. Here are things that have been going on in the swirling mass that is my brain of late.

1. I recently watched The Conjuring against my better judgement. It was Halloween, we had friends over, I am highly susceptible to peer pressure. I proceeded to have a nightmare that night in which I was conducting an exorcism and my prayers were having no effect… Because they weren’t in Latin. I woke up lamenting my monolingual status more than usual, and questioning why the Vatican would have phased out Latin if it were an essential ingredient in exorcisms.


This gal was my college roommate. She made me watch scary movies then, too. We had bunk beds. It was awesome. And yes, I dressed up to hand out candy. It’s kind of my thing.

2. In other news, last night I saw an animal on the sidewalk and for a split second, I believed with every fiber of my being that it was a monkey. Until I remembered that I LIVE IN ILLINOIS and monkeys are not a native species, nor are they a common house pet. It turned out to be a tabby cat… Or it was Professor McGonagall playing a trick on me. Always a possibility. That Minerva. Ten points to Gryffindor, you prankster, you.

3. Speaking of McGonagall, I’m planning to join The Estella Society’s Potter Binge over the next couple of months. I’ll probably put together reactionary posts as I re-read and/or re-listen because HP is so ubiquitous there’s no real danger of subjecting anyone to spoilers. I doubt it’ll be very coherent, and will probably consist of bulleted lists full of SHOUTY CAPITALS and exclamation points!!! Which is wholly unlike everything else I write. (Wah waaaaaaaaah.)

4. I realized that I kind of hate animal print. I feel like I need to clarify the term “animal print” because my friend Joules has a top with these tiny elephants on it that is the cutest thing ever. That is NOT the animal print I’m talking about. I’m talking prints that resemble the pelts and skins of various animals. I don’t dislike people who like animal print or cringe when I see people wearing it, but it’s not something I’d incorporate into my own wardrobe. I own very little that’s not striped or a solid color. My closet is basically a billiards table.

So Bookworms. Give me an update. What’s been going on with you? Had any weird dreams lately? Been punked by a fictional character? Inquiring minds want to know!

*If you make a purchase through a link on this site, I will receive a small commission. I may or may not use it to buy myself Latin lessons. Just in case. Although, since Latin is technically a “dead” language, can anybody really be considered an authority on accent? I mean, all the native speakers are like super dead right now. I really hope demons aren’t particular about accent. They probably are though, because EVIL.*


Oct 23

Ramble On

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Happy Friday Bookworms!

This is going to be a post of pure randomness because even though I’ve been reading and listening a-plenty, I’m not in the mood to write a proper book review. It’s fine though because this week has been nuts. I’ve been having tech issues with the blog (bleh) and I know absolutely nothing about code or hackers or anything other than that I want the problems to staaaaaaaaaahp. Hubs is eleventy billion types of awesome though and he managed to cure what was ailing me- at least temporarily. Let’s hope this marks the end of the nonsense. If it doesn’t, well, I’m sorry in advance.

In other news, Gilmore Girls is coming back!!! Oy with the poodles already! I can’t tell you how excited I am or how desperately I’m hoping they can get Melissa McCarthy to reprise her role as Sookie. I loved Sookie St. James and all her craziness. The deep fried turkey episode?! It’s the stuff that dreams are made of.


Also, Halloween is fast approaching. I had every intention of making myself a tutu to wear with my Minnie Mouse ears, but seeing as I’ve yet to do a darn thing, we’ll see if that actually happens. I haven’t made up the Halloween treat bags for our oodles of trick-or-treaters yet either. Our house, however, is Halloweened TO THE MAX. We’ve got lights and two Halloween trees and pumpkins coming out our ears. Since Hubs is a significantly better photographer than I am, I’ll see if he’ll treat us to a pictorial tour next week. Here’s hoping.

What else? Oh! Last weekend, I became a Godmother again! Little miss Emma Jane (who you met earlier) was baptized and Jim and I were asked to be her Godparents. In case you’re keeping count, I’m now a Godmother 4 times over and they are all adorable, brilliant, and delightful children in spite of my influence.

Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Katie adore you, Emma-Saurus!

We were all trying to make her smile. Smiles on two-month-olds are fleeting and difficult to capture. She really does like us though, I swear.

I finally started the The All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness. I’m sure I’ll talk about it more later, but since it’s all up in my brain, I felt it deserved a mention. I’m reserving judgement until I finish the series, but so far it kiiiind of feels like a mashup of Twilight, The Sookie Stackhouse books, and a dash of Outlander, though heaviest on the Twilight. Because apparently male vampires with consciences are total prudes. And vampires always mix with the fancy dancy movers and shakers of the world and never, like, work construction. I realize construction typically is done during daylight hours, but this book’s mythology doesn’t fry vamps in the sun (or make them sparkle, for that matter.) It’s a darn shame, because vampire strength would be pretty sweet when it comes to construction. Heck, a vampire road crew could probably do a much better job maintaining highways than the current system.

So that’s what’s going on in my world. What’s up in yours, Bookworms?!

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Sep 17

Feeling PUN-chy

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Hidey Ho, Bookworms!

I’m quite certain I’ve mentioned this before, but in case you missed it, I became an aunt again about a month ago. My sister-in-law and brother-in-law welcomed the sweetest baby girl in the history of baby girls. (This is empirically proven, of course, I wouldn’t feed you biased data.) Since our little Emma-Saurus arrived, a punch drunk series of texts have occurred… There’s a strong possibility that these exchanges are amusing only to us, but what the heck? I’m willing to share the nonsensical love. Both my husband and my brother-in-law are named Jim. As is my father in law. Not to mention the cousins. Because of course. Hence, my BIL is referred to as “New Guy” (since he is the newest Jim in the family, and probably always will be. Unless they give us a nephew one day…) We call him “New Guy” to his face and put it on his birthday cake and stuff. I’d go into more detail on the Jim situation, but I know I’ll never top the speech I gave at Jenny and New Guy’s wedding on the subject so I’m just gonna drop the mic right here and get into the text-versation.


*A teensy bit of context here. Emma has a stuffed sheep that doubles as a sound machine. His name is Sherman. She has a penchant for knocking him over. It’s probably accidental, as she’s like a month old and flails around on her little play mat, but it seems like she has it out for him. Without further ado…*

Jenny: Emma Update! She’s sleeping. (Shocker.)


Me: Wait, wait, wait. Are those tiny Shermans on her PJs?

Jenny: Those are tiny Shermans. We thought it might improve their relationship. I’ve got a bad feeling about this though…


New Guy: That’s a fist she’s making!

Me: Hit him with your best shot, Emma!

New Guy: Would we say Sherman should be wearing a WOOL-et proof vest? #punitentiary

Me: He is looking a bit sheepish. #NewGuyStartedIt

New Guy: Emma has been acting baaaah-dly around him.


Jenny: It was only a matter of time.

New Guy: Someone sent Sherman out to pasture.

Me: Emma is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Jenny: Wool done!

Hubs: Ewe guys are cracking me up. Some of these puns are shear genius.

New Guy: Winner, winner gyro dinner.

Me: I don’t mean to LAMB-ast you, but these jokes are getting baaaaad.

Hubs: Oh man, I ain’t got mutton. (Full disclosure, I almost made a veal joke before Katie reminded me veal comes from calves.)

New Guy: He better MOO-ve it. #RandomCowJoke

Me: He gets knocked down, but he gets up again. #RandomChumbawambaJoke

_____HOURS PASS_____

Me: Seriously guys? Crickets on the Chumbawamba reference? That was comedy gold!

New Guy: Sorry I missed it. I was too busy pissing the night away.

Aaaaaaaaaand scene. You know you wish you were in on this. If for no reason other than the unbearably cute baby pictures. What about you, Bookworms? Does your family get into any texting shenanigans?



Jun 05

Conversations With My Husband: White Walkers

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Salutations Bookworms!

I never can predict when Hubs is going to say something blog-worthy, but, well, this happened while we were watching Game of Thrones this week. You’re welcome.


Jim: You know, I wouldn’t mind working for those White Walkers.

Katie: You mean the ice monsters that control an army of the undead?

Jim: Yeah. I mean, I wouldn’t be a mindless zombie or whatever, but maybe they need an accountant.

Katie: Huh?

Jim: Well, I see 5000 zombies over there and 5000 zombies over there. I can tell them how many wights they’ve got on hand at any given time.

Katie: And when they find out you’re terrible at math?

Jim: Oh that’s fine. They’ll just transfer me to research and development. Those glowing blue eyes didn’t just happen, you know.

Katie: You are seriously so screwed when the dragons show up.

Apparently my husband identifies with evil. Welp. At least I knew what I was getting into when I married him. Weirdo.


Apr 20

20 Questions (Because I am Ill-Prepared to Discuss Books Today)

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Howdy Bookworms!
I’m running behind blog wise so I thought I’d tackle the super fun 20 questions game I saw Jen at The Relentless Reader complete a while back. Everybody loves 20 questions, right?!
20 Questions About Me:
5’3 and a half. The half inch is very important to me. I typically round up and tell people I’m 5’4 because it’s weird to claim the half inch when you’re over the age of 9.
Hmmmm. I’m actually really good at hula hooping. Not like, circus caliber hula hooping, but I’m pretty confident I could win a contest at a company picnic.
Like that I do or that other people do? I’ve been so awful about reading other blogs recently that I can’t even think of complaints. How about this? I spent my evening working on a post that I didn’t realize I couldn’t post until next week anyway? That’s kind of annoying. But really, I think we’re all winning, because me interviewing myself is highly entertaining. To me.
Personal space. Lately this has been bugging me at the gym. Like, I am going to sweat and be repulsive and I really just want a three foot radius so I don’t have to worry about bumping into people. Invasion of my space (even though I KNOW I’m not entitled to it, especially when a class is full) just bugs me. Or, like, during the running track of BodyAttack there are always a couple of middle aged dudes who feel the need to run super fast and like try to win. There just isn’t any “winning” in running laps during an aerobics class, okay? Nobody is impressed!
I don’t know that I can claim a favorite song. Is that bad? How about “our song?” My husband and I claim “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot as “our song” because it’s the least appropriate and least romantic song ever. Of course, I secretly think that “our songs” are “Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits (because it’s pretty), “The Way I Am” by Ingrid Michaelson (because it’s adorable), and “True Companion” by Mark Cohn (because I’m a sap and attended far too many weddings.)
Oh that’s easy! My pal Lily (who also writes a blog, It’s A Dome Life) has a FAB Etsy store full of hand painted jewelry and art. It’s amazing.
Reading, obviously. I also like to soft-shoe dance in my kitchen.
Nacho Cheese Doritos are my dietary kryptonite. I can’t keep the darn things in my house because I can’t just eat a few chips, I eat like half the bag. It’s highly detrimental to my quest to keep my pants fitting.
Nope. Unless you count my husband. But he’s like a super clean pet who is really fond of windex, so…
Ha! No. That I cannot tell you. All time favorites are super impossible. I can give you two that I love though. Will that do?


I looooove EOS lip balm and ELF eyelid primer. Because APPARENTLY I only like beauty products by companies with three letter acronym names beginning with “E.”
Oh heavens. It happens all the time. Actually, I tripped rather spectacularly last night on a stroll through my neighborhood. Thanks to my cat-like reflexes I was not injured, but it wasn’t my most graceful moment.
Water. I’m so freaking boring. I just really like being hydrated, okay? And this is the rest of my life we’re talking about!
Mary Poppins. I usually turn it off before they get to the bank, though, because it used to scare me. Besides, all the best parts are at the beginning. The chalk painting? The floating laughter tea party? The dancing penguins?! Awwww yeah.
Hmmm… I was pretty nerdy, pretty broody, and I took ballet lessons. An enigma wrapped in a mystery swathed in very large pants was high school Katie.
I am SUCH a chicken. I get sweaty palms when I think about uprooting from my current surroundings. It’s not because I’m just THAT in love with Central Illinois, but I don’t do change particularly well.
17. PC OR MAC?
I always had Macs growing up. Hubs still uses a Mac for most things (esp video things) but I do most of my blogging and whatnot on a PC.
This isn’t the most recent romantic gesture, but it’s come up a couple of times recently and it bears mentioning again. For my 30th birthday Hubs took me to meet a penguin in real life AND bought out the whole penguin encounter so it was just the two of us and the penguin. It was pretty great.
Amy Poehler. She’s my spirit animal. (I am keeping Jen’s answer because it is perfection.)
Oh man. This is a tough question. Mostly because I actually met and became friends with some of the bloggers I admire most (Filing Jointly and Pocketful of Joules, I’m looking at you!). That, or I was friends with them before the whole blogging thing even happened (Quirky Chrissy.) There are a ton of book bloggers I’d love to pal around with whom I’ve yet to meet, but I feel like putting that level of creepiness out on the internet would be weird. They’re not famous per se, they’re just awesome.
Talk to me, Bookworms. Anybody else feel like over sharing? I’d love to know more about you! I also want to know if anybody wants to secretly be Best Friends with me. I’m open to the idea. You really can’t have too many friends. 
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Apr 17

Conversations With My Husband: Crankypants

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Happy Friday Bookworms!

Everybody has crappy days from time to time. What’s important is surrounding yourself with people who can (usually) snap you out of that mood. In case I needed a reminder as to why I married my husband, this conversation happened recently.


Katie: I hate everything today. Please excuse me while I go listen to Nirvana in the dark.

Jim: Are you channeling teen angst Katie?

Katie: Yup.

Jim: The floors could use a nice shine from your giant blue jeans.

Katie: I just want to win the lottery. And for Hogwarts to exist.

Jim: Yeah, but for Hogwarts to exist, we would have to battle evil. Plus, that’s how basilisks happen. Do you want basilisks, Katie? Do you?!

Katie: You jerk. You made me laugh when I was in the middle of a good sulk!

Jim: Is this conversation going to make the blog?

Katie: Indeed it is.

Nothing cheers me up like a well timed Harry Potter comeback. Even if battling evil is NOT how basilisks happen. It’s all those toads hatching chicken eggs… But I digress. Hubs is a keeper.

Talk to me, Bookworms. Does anybody else out there banter HP style?


Apr 10

Confession Friday: Divine Facial Hair

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TGIF, Bookworms!

Because I trust you not to judge me, I thought I’d share a nonsense tidbit from my week. I was on my way to the gym (I exercise purely because punching air makes me feel like a badass when in real life I’d never punch or kick anything) when a song came on the radio. I’m no good with music released beyond 2005 (and 2001-2005 are pretty shaky for me. 90s alterna-pop and grunge is my musical wheelhouse) so I have no idea who was singing this song, but is was something broody and Cure-ish. In any case, the lyrics were being sung very slowly and went “If God had a master plan…” Except they sort of paused on the “mmmm” of “master plan” and for some reason every fiber of my being was expecting the lyric to be “If God had a mustache…” Because that’s a completely reasonable leap for my brain to make, right?



What about you, Bookworms? Any weird assumptions or brain bubbles pop up for you lately? Freudian slips? I want to hear about them!