that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.

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one small step for kate, one giant leap for…

Thank you all for thinking of me — the interview was this morning and it went well! I was advised to Answer the questions with confidence and determination and to show my heart and honestly, I think my dream is pretty obvious so it wasn’t very hard. Plus, they were really, really nice… two older male professors. One reminded me of a stereotypical grandpa with white hair, full laugh, and smiling eyes. I didn’t actually want to leave, I was having too much fun. So two to three weeks I should know… awesome!!

Anyways, study break up at Mount Doug the other night… brilliant:dsc00435







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I just read Megan’s blog and it made me cry… almost. Especially over how passionate she sounds for school to be over and teaching to being. I couldn’t be more proud of my cousin-turned-dear-friend. I can’t believe this road is over for you, you are so very blessed my sweet friend and I am excited to see what comes next in your life. xo

For my own news:

I got my interview time today for the post-degree teaching program here at UVic! There was a little bump in the road yesterday where I got the dreaded ‘you are missing two course requirement’ email that would’ve eiliminated my eligibility for the program, but after asking what happened and how I could’ve messed up so badly, it turned out she messed up and I recieved both a ‘we’re pleased to invite you to…’ email and an interview time for next Wednesday. How it works is that my admittance into the Bachelor of Education PDP is 70% gpa based and 30% interview. Please think of me over the next few weeks, it feels like a step in the direction I want and dream to be. And I think those closest to me would really like me to get in simply so that I don’t keep stimulating heart attacks in them when I have minor conniptions over this whole process (although someone might argue that the conniptions are catastrophically huge). This is an answer to prayer. Keep ’em coming.


raise your glass..

I just finished what will probably be my very LAST 3000 word history research essay in my university career. Feels pretty darn good. I think I’ve written three or four per semester for the last three years.

Plus it’s sunny so I am open to celebrating on our deck with a cold one.

I cannot believe it — the end is in sight!


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i am a failure

So for a year I’ve been telling people that I am going to give up wearing makeup for Lent. Jes suggested it when I was in Camrose a year ago and I figured by the time this Lent rolled along, I would be totally ready for the challenge.

I am not.

Granted, I don’t wear a ton of make up but I do wear foundation, mascara and a bit of eyeliner, and the odd dust of blush. More than being a fake face, it’s a matter of routine. I do well with routine. Plus I would have non existent eyelashes if I didn’t wear mascara and my eyebrows without a little clear mascara would be like a bad hair day on my face. So needless to say, I am STILL warming up to the idea and I don’t know what to think of myself. Maybe I will give up one category of make up per week until Easter, ie: no mascara on my left eye this week, graduate to right eye next week. That’d be fun hey?

In other words, I need something else to give up for Lent… any body have any ideas/challenges for me? I am thinking maybe facebook. Not that I am that hardcore about it either, I’ve been trying to quit, but yea. Ideas? Challenges? Double-dares?

Here’s a list, in no particular order, of what I’ve given up in the past:

-milk/cream and sugar in my coffee
-coffee in general
-wanting to be ‘in the loop’ of people’s lives/gos
-chips (I think that was dumb because I don’t eat them very often
-other vices not blog worthy

So give me ideas!

(For those of you confused, Lent is the 40 days leading up to Easter and for the majority of my life, circa early 90s when the Pederson tradition caught on at the Stam house, we’ve picked to give up something (food, habit, vice) for those entire 40 days. A type of fasting. Last year I gave up coffee and I all but died. Thankfully, when I started my fast I started a week too early so when I cheated a week before Easter, I actually had completed a full 40 days. I rock.)


this is so stupid it’s awesome

Right before reading break (which was last week), I wrote a midterm for my Weimar and Nazi Germany class (awesome, awesome class). The Prof is a bit of a Nazi (in the loosest sense of the word, he/she’s outta control intense and hard) him/herself so I was nervous about it. When I wrote the lame thing, I all but cried to my mom, etc. over how brutally I did and I even wanted to skip that class today for I knew what was waiting for me. By the time 1:00 pm hit, I had worked myself into a painful acceptance for the 55% I was sure was waiting for me.

I got an A! That NEVER happens. Usually if I say I did bad and felt bad about it, I DID do bad. This is historically stupidly awesome and I want you all to share in my joy! JOY I TELL YOU.

Hip – Hip – HOO-ray!

In other news, Amanda made me chef’s salad for dinner tonight, I got a new basketball, had coffee with a friend, talked to Ang, found out I may have a computer virus which sucks, saw a gorgeous prairie sunset on Jes’ blog, and decided that I need to take some more time to myself.

In other words, sleep tight my friends.




Today this guy carrying a guitar was running at break neck speed towards me from quite a far distance. He was waving ridiculously but I couldn’t make out who he was from how far back I was.

So I did what any rationally minded, smart, spunky female would do in my situation: looked and saw no one else around me, assumed I knew him, sped up my pace, flashed my best grin and waved back.

The bus stop was apparently right behind me.


it may look narcissistic, but…

These are actually for Auntie Anita. I told her that I’ve decided not to dye my hair anymore (for awhile anyways). I am getting a haircut on Tuesday so maybe by then I will chop off all that remains of 10 straight years of highlighting, dying, the whole bit. So here my sweet Aunt (and embarrassed-on-my-behalf readers), if my natural hair colour du jour. Enjoy the photos of me while they last, as they are probably not going to be on here permanently. And forgive the oily forehead? 🙂 🙂



dsc00285All natural! Haha. I can’t emphasize how weird it is.