It's All About Yours Truly 

I was tagged by The Gay Stepdad in his Get to Know Me post. He listed me as a blogger he’d like to get to know more. I hope he knows what he has done, because I’m a massive over-sharer. Ya’ll ready for this? Brace yourselves. Hold onto your socks. Maybe, use the restroom first, because this is gonna get weird. Actually, it’s probably going to be boring, but I don’t have my other posts ready to publish yet. So, sorry not sorry. 
1. Who are you named after? 
Oh boy. Are ya’ll ready for some complicated shit? So, I’m named after my maternal and paternal grandmothers. Here’s where it gets fun. My “actual” name is Dorothy Catherine. Not once have I ever gone by Dorothy. Not once. My parents never even intended on calling me Dorothy, but they did intend on calling me Katie. However, they wanted to honor my mother’s mother first and foremost. So, instead of making it simple by calling me Catherine Dorothy (making the name “Katie” make more sense) they decided to stick with Dorothy Catherine “Katie”. I know. 
Every first day of school was a nightmare. When I got to middle school, I had to explain the convoluted way my name ended up as Katie eight different times in the course of one day. 
Thanks, Mom and Dad. 
2. Do you like your handwriting?
My handwriting changes depending on the day, the writing utensil I’m using, the surface I’m writing on, and my mood. I like my handwriting on the 82,567 anchor charts I have in my classroom, so I’d say I’m pretty happy. Dang, I don’t know how I’d sleep at night if my handwriting looked like crap and I had to see it all day long, on every wall and surface. What a potential nightmare that’d be! 
3. What is your favorite lunch meat?
I know you all have wanted to know the answer to this particular question for some time. As much as I’d like to share, I feel this is an incredibly personal question that only my boyfriend should know. 
Oh, I misread this question. 
4. Longest relationship? 
Seven Years’ War. It ended in a battle wherein I almost cut an 18 year-old midget and her bearded fool. It wasn’t a pleasant time in history. 
5. Do you still have your tonsils?
Yes, and if I wasn’t such a scaredy cat who needs her voice for her career, I’d get  them removed by choice. Why you ask? Well, sometimes I get those nasty tonsil stones that smell like death. When I first got one, I put it in a bag; made an appointment with an ear, nose, and throat doctor; and spent the day mentally drafting my will, convinced I was dying. 
6. Would you bungee jump? 
Hell to the I’d-shit-my-pants-NOPE. 
7. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Actually, yes. Most of my shoes don’t just slide off of my fat feet. It’s one of the many inconveniences of being plump. Also, I dare anyone to just slip off Converse. It ain’t happening. 
8. Favorite ice cream?
OH SNAP. Where do I even start? When I’m feeling naughty, a good cake batter ice cream with an icing ribbon and cake pieces is the only thing that will do. If I feel like I need to tone it down a bit, I am all about TruWhip and rainbow sprinkles. SHIT. I need some now. 
9. What is the first thing you notice about people? 
I’m going to break this down by sexes. The first thing I notice about women is their eyebrows. If their eyebrows are not on point, I judge the hell out of them. Every other YouTube video is an eyebrow tutorial. Get with the program. 
Is that bad? 
The first thing I notice about men is their height. When a man is really short, I always wonder how they feel about that. Like, are they insecure about it? Do they only like women smaller than them or are they into being the small spoon? Clearly, these are important questions. 
10. Football or baseball? 


Baseball too…
11. What color pants are you wearing? 
Wouldn’t you like to know? Actually, I’m wearing my black leggings with the holes in the inner thigh area. It’s laundry day. 
12. Last thing you ate?
Oh, man…
Well, I ate a bowl of cereal. Only, it wasn’t with milk, but TruWhip. And, instead of cereal, there were sprinkles. It’s kind of like cereal, if you think about it. 
This is TruWhip:

13. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
“Black is ‘Slimming'”
14. Favorite smell?
Baking bread. A fresh bottle of wine. Lavender. 
15. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?
I try never to answer my phone. I also try to send an email whenever possible. Despite this, I still had to call to get a refill on my Xanax. It’s that kind of year.
16. Hair color? 
A little bit of brown. A little bit of balayage blond. A little bit of bastard gray. 
17. Eye color?
Baby blue, baby. 
18. Favorite foods to eat?
I really don’t have enough battery on my phone to answer this question. Let me just make it easier by saying: all the foods, except lima beans. 
19. Scary movies or happy endings? 
Happy endings? I think you mean chick flicks or feel good movies, because happy endings are strictly XXX and I’m not about that life. 
I like all movies, except Oscar-nominated flicks. Blech. 
20. Last movie you watched? 
I actually got The Arrival from Redbox Friday night. It was too boring and slow for me. I didn’t even finish it. I also forgot to return it until today, so I’m basically winning at life. 
21. Favorite holiday? 
ERMAGERD CHERSMERSE (you have to say it out loud). 
22. Beer or wine? 
Both. A lot of both. 
23. Night owl or early bird? 
I’m a teacher. I haven’t seen 11 o’clock in years. 
24. Favorite day of the week? 
Friday. I love me some Friday so much. 
24 1/2: Which three of your favorite bloggers do you want to know more about? 
BlairAn Historian About Town, and Charlotte 
25. Who were the latest three people to follow your blog (link to their about page)?
Jennifer’s Kitchen Blog

Traci York
Old House in the Shires

*My friend Alyssa describes her hubby’s tonsil stones as “poop chunks”. This is such an appropriate name, so it’s what I call those foul creatures now, too. 
Unbeknownst to me, this tag was started by Stomper Dad. Go give him some love! 

63 thoughts on “It's All About Yours Truly ”

  1. Jesus, POOP CHUNKS? Now I feel like I need to get my tonsils out. I feel like ass, because I think my eyebrows suck. You’d totally hate me. By the end of reading your answers I seriously thought ‘I hope someone nominates me for this one’ because it’s a different sort of questions. SO THANKS! YAY! I’m totally going to do it lol.

  2. I have NEVER heard of tonsil stones/poop chunks but they sound…unpleasant!
    My eyebrows aren’t great I must confess **covers eyebrows in shame

    1. OMG! Be glad you don’t get them! Essentially what they are are chunks of food that gets lodged in the tiny holes of your tonsils. They are DISGUSTING! I haven’t had one in a LONG time! I won’t judge you, because you’re awesome as hell! 😜😉

      1. OMG WHAT?! I now have paranoia when swallowing food that it’s collecting in these holes I didn’t know existed!!! Almost swallowed a mirror trying to look at my tonsils!!!! ‘Everyday really is a school day’…you should be a teacher lol😝
        Lol thanks for the non-judgement….**currently searching YouTube ‘how to use Anastasia dipbrow pomade correctly’ 😏😏

  3. I’m so happy you had a link to The Gay Stepdad so I could follow. I read something of his a few weeks back and then I went to google it to read some more, but when you google The Gay Stepdad every answer is porn, just porn for pages and pages and pages. So, thank you. Also, this was very funny, as usual. You crack me up.

  4. I think this might be your best post yet – I was literally laughing out loud the entire time! You’re fabulous, awesome sauce with cherries and sprinkles Katie! Hope you have a great day!

  5. I have some eyebrow hairs that practically reach my chin (and my daughters completely judge me, so you’re not alone). I figure my grandmother had female pattern baldness, so I’m saving my eyebrows in case it happens to me – then I can just braid and weave them across my forehead.
    Oh, and thanks for the shout out! 😀

  6. Girl. I literally am cry-laughing at the tonsil poop chunks!!!!!!! Like literally my husband is sitting beside me while I laugh hysterically, and now we’re both reminiscing about our own tonsil poop chunks. (Strangely, neither of us has gotten them in ten or so years…). Thank God I had removed my mascara *before* reading this.
    Also, thank you for the nomination!!!

    1. 😂😂😂😂😂 I’m glad I’m not alone in the poop chunk woe! I was beginning to wonder if I was! I wonder how and why they pop up, because I haven’t gotten them in ages either. You’re welcome ☺️😘

  7. I was just telling the husband that I can’t think of an Oscar nominated movie that we watched BEFORE it was nominated… add to the fact that there are very few I have seen since they were nominated and or won. In fact the last movie we went and saw was the Batman Lego movie (it was great so many references to all the Batmans) while we were in theatre hubby mentioned we had time to see one of the nominated movies also. I just shook my head and said no.. I am good with legos. He laughed. It is totally my fault we are classless movie goers. I have carefully chosen to not go into a profession were I would have to see my handwriting on the wall. My handwriting reveals I could have been a great doctor. Probably why I did so well in retail pharmacy interpreting hand written prescriptions….. Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?

  8. Have you tried Halo Top?? If you havent you’re missing out on some really good ice cream! Also yes give me all the christmas!!!!! thanks for the read great way to start off my day 🙂

  9. I’m actually deadly serious when I say that I have never laughed out loud (I don’t do lol) as much at a blog post….EVER! Aw thanks fattymacupcakes 😂😂

  10. Note to self: If I ever meet Katie IRL, make sure my eyebrows are done. (And by done I mean recently waxed; I’m very lazy in the eyebrow department.) Thank God you can’t see them now!!

    1. HAHA. I’m gonna tell you a secret: shhh. My eyebrows are so not on fleek right now!! It’s summer, so they have basically started growing together. So, it’s all good!

  11. Oh, the Family Name trap. My grandfather’s reaction to the news that my name was not Margaret Ann (same as my mother and her mother) is legend. Meanwhile, I chose to honor tradition with my son and my father still grumbles that they’re dumb names that every male in the family has hated. Yeah, Dad, that’s why I buried them in the middle. He can use them in a few decades, when he’s on the lam and needs a new identity!
    Honestly, it’s like I’m the only one that plans ahead.

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