Friday, April 25, 2014

Just 'Be' (My answer to a readers question)


"Do you ever do or wear anything that you wonder if you're too old for?"

Uh, yeah.
 I do NOT worry about such nonsense any more and as long as it's not a sin and it's not hurting anyone then I do and wear exactly what I want!

Well, here's a secret:

It took me forever to get to that place in my life!!
And boy howdy, have I made some big mistakes along the way.
Let me share with you some words of wisdom. If I can 'save' one person from falling into the same trap I did, it will be worth it.
You see, when you're an insanely happy, witty, creative, free-spirited person it is very
hard to fit into just any ole' job.
Very. Hard.
I was blessed. I had the perfect job for 2 decades of my life.
I was a radio personality.

I was good. Don't take that as conceit. It's not.
We're all good at something.
Some people dance. Some people sing. Others sew, paint, play an instrument or are great at sports.
I talk.
I wrote most of my own material, won a few awards, and even had great ratings
No one thought anything of it when I wore funky clothes, sported a sassy, unique - (i.e. wierd) haircut
or spouted off zingy one-liners

It was expected of me. I was an entertainer
BUT (there's always a big 'but', huh?)
One day I got tired.
No, not tired of my job. Tired of what I thought I was missing out on.
Tired of being different.
For once, I wanted to say something

that no one laughed at.
I wanted to be in a place, a job where people took me seriously.
So, I started a process.
I decided to conform.
I grew my hair out.
I changed the way I dressed.

I gave up a career that had been good to me and that I was good at

to do something else, so I could
be like every one else
Well, guess what?
Those things people loved about me when I was on the radio?
Those are the very things people despise about me as a regular Jane.

Witty comments and comebacks aren't recognized as feminine traits
(now I know why I didn't date much in high school)
happiness and a loving nature is considered suspect
(i.e. fake)
When someone mentions an incredibly famous person at a party and you say,
"Oh, yeah, I was on stage with them once!"


"I was at their house"
they either think you're lying or bragging
(mostly they think you're lying)
And ultimately

you get to the point where you realize you can't keep up the charade.

Conforming sucks.
It never really works.

You are who you are.
But you can't go back.
Oh, sure
You can go back and cut the hair
wear the fun clothes
get a tattoo
But now you're stuck in a world/job you don't belong in
and you stick out like a big, ugly, sore thumb.
The moral of this story?
Know who you are.
And be.

Have a career and lifestyle that supports that.

Don't care if it makes you a lot of money.
Learn to live in your means, because if you're doing something that let's you be you,
the money isn't that important.
The most important thing is
It won't feel like work at all!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Last Ball Gown

(Disclaimer: I've been really sick the past few days and as soon as I get my voice back I will film "The Hillbilly Debutante Café" Q & A session for 'False Victim' Thank you for all the great questions! You will have your answers very soon.)

Today I loaded up the last of my luncheon suits and my very last ball gown to take to the Salvation Army.
I'm not even the least bit sorry to see them go.
Sure, I took a quick drive down Memory Lane as I gingerly folded each one, placing them gently in the bag. Each garment has beautiful memories that I wouldn't trade for anything. But I am very, very much at peace knowing that finally (I am jumping up and down and clapping wildly!!) I am leaving the Washington DC metro area.
Now, I know what you're thinkin'.
'But Kathie, why get rid of your suits and gowns when you might need them in Texas?'
And my answer to you, my sweet friends is, 'I don't think I will.'
I have always enjoyed the social aspects of Mr. T's career in politics. I mean, who wouldn't want to take a break from changing diapers and up-to-the-ceiling laundry to don a glittery ball gown and have grown up conversation at the same time -although I am pretty sure I once told the Director of Agriculture to eat his carrots.  Oh my -the things I'll be able to tell my grandchildren about all the years of governor and presidential inaugurations, White House dinners, Charity gala's, political fundraisers and things that come with being 'the wife'.
Yes, his job has allowed us to see things/people/places we surely wouldn't had we stayed on the ranch.

But, I think I've been blessed with enough excitement to last a lifetime.  Sometimes too much excitement makes life seem to go by 'too fast', so now I am making the conscientious effort to slooooowwwww down and drink in every single moment of life.
Every single moment.

I am loading up Clementine and headed southwest on June 19th.
I am taking my time. I promised my son's girlfriend a cross-country trip so we'll stop whenever we feel like it (maybe at every Cracker Barrel)  and hit the trails end toward the end of June/first of July.

Part II of my life. The next frontier.

Til next time



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Monday, April 7, 2014

Come with me on this journey

I don't say this near enough but I appreciate you. You all have been with me since I typed my very first word. You have been right here with the publication of my first novel. Whether in body or spirit you were there for all my book signings. You were there during the exhilarating world-wind days of being courted and finally purchased by Lifetime. You gave your support during the filming of the Investigation Discovery report.

You got me through the disappointing days when A&E purchased Lifetime and decided to drop many of their projects - False Victim being one of them.

You've been equally as gracious with the release of The Hillbilly Debutante Café - a much cheerier story, no doubt.

Now, I'm asking you to fasten your seatbelts for one more ride.

I'm moving.

Yes, you heard me. I'm leaving this city.

I am loading up Clementine with as much stuff as I can pack and I am headed for the Lone Star state.

This country girl who has been stuck in the city for 13 years is going back to the country.

I know. I have to keep pinching myself.

Til next time....


Thursday, April 3, 2014

Adventures with Chuck - FLASH MOB

So, when Mom told me that Chuck was expecting aallll of Washington DC to roll out the red carpet because he was coming to town I posted that on my facebook page.  My regular readers know I used Chuck's name in my first novel, False Victim. He fancies himself to be 'famous', therefore 'everyone in DC', he just knew, was going to be lining up on the streets to talk to him.

A friend saw this on my facebook and wouldn't you know one of my dear friends knows someone who does flashmobs and she just happened to be in Washington DC!

For my new readers or if you're getting caught up; In honor of my special needs brother, Chuck, I used his name in my first novel, Chuck Bishop. (False Victim is based on a true story of what happened to us when we moved to the Washington DC area 13 years ago. I used Chuck's name for the private investigator and of course he was absolutely thrilled!)

I hope you'll take the time to click on the link below and see what happens!

Sarah-Timmons Marshall, the leader is from Kansas City and started a group called BOOST whose sole purpose is to do random acts of kindness.  This group is AMAZING beyond belief. She literally had ONE day to pull this off.