Wrap.

Pack your bags, sell Petey the Parakeet to the neighbor kid, and leave a note for the gas man.   We are hitting the road. 

You may recall, back in the deep dark ages when we started this little project (aka October 2011) that my original goal was to spend a year prepping for the FDNY exam, whilst traveling around, visiting fire events, museums, memorials; and flirting with firemen.

Mission accomplished.  The exam is passed (with flying colors, insert back pat here).  I’ve visited fire folks in four different states and told you their stories; I’ve stood and wept in the spots where my heroes died; I’ve flirted shamelessly with men half my age; I’ve knocked small children to the ground for my turn on the fire truck.  While I will always be a first responder advocate – I truly think it’s a calling for me – it’s time to refocus our blog effort before Kat’s on Fire ends up like the last season of The Office.

So, I’m moving!  Our new blog is here. Same cast of characters – still Kat, still Thor, still The Boy, and still the same basic premise.  I’ll still be writing about my travels, my love life, my job, my dating profile biz, and my wacky fire adventures.  However, since I’m easing into my online business launch, the blog focus will be more on relationships and getting your life together…with the occasional fire event for good measure.  Same Kat, different wrapper.  I hope you enjoy it.   Due to the blog’s nature, it will be much simpler to leave comments.  Therefore, I hope you will give me your opinions, as it is well known throughout the blogosphere that my readers are amongst the most intellectual, well-cultured, kickass individuals in cyberspace. 

I gotta admit – I feel a little misty-eyed and nostalgic at leaving my home.  I choose, instead, to focus on the super-bubbly feeling of excitement, anticipation, and OH MY GAWD I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M ACTUALLY DOING IT.   Your Kat loves you.  I’ll see you on the other side.

 

(That’s my big wrap-up.  Um, you’ll want to click on that link now.)

Good Morning, Louie.

So I have this spot in the break room at work.  I go to it, oh, 3 or 4 times a week with my trusty laptop and converse with you.  A little laminate table, a chair molded from black plastic, both tucked into a corner where I can spread out my stuff and unobtrusively observe the world….or,  at least, unobtrusively observe my 20 or so coworkers show up for the day.  My sugar-free latte, my poppy seed muffin; my laptop, my phone.  Thus begins another workday in the Spokane Valley.

 

As I stared at a blank screen and picked poppy seeds out of my teeth, Coworker Kim shows up.  Coworker Kim is easily the most fashionable lady in the office, platinum blonde hair with a fresh Mexico tan and today, the coolest wool coat I think I’ve ever seen.  I was remarking on said coat, the usual morning chitchat, and my wandering eye drifted to her handbag.  This is when the planet stopped turning and people started falling off. 

 Louis Vuitton.  Kim has a Louis Vuitton.

I sucked 90% of the oxygen out of the room and pushed my eyes back into their sockets.   “Is that a Louis Vuitton?”

Kim smiled that little smile that only a kindred-expensive-handbag-soul can.  “Yes.”

 
“Is that a REAL Louis Vuitton?”

“Yes.” And just when I thought she couldn’t get any cooler, Kim slides her hand into that sweet brown leather and pulls out a matching LV wallet.

Lips quivering, hands shaking, you all know my next question.  “Can I touch it?”  I touched an L, I touched a V.  If the bag wasn’t 10 years old, I would have shoved my entire head into it and huffed the leather.

Now I need a ciggie.  It’s gonna be a great day, friends.