Come on Midwest. Get it together.

Welcome to Ohio, the state where the weather's made up and the seasons don't matter.

This Virgil? Nahbrah- Look to the down.

So it's March.
Supposedly Spring in the Midwest.
And for the past two days it has snowing.

There will be no retiring of the winter coat in the near future, the flowers are all probably going to die, and a white Easter instead of Christmas?

Chumad, bro? 

Yes, yes I am.

Winterstorm Virgil, swooping in like a bitch

An open letter to Cincinnati:

Dear Cincinnati, I am leaving for Florida this Thursday, and when I return on Monday, you BEST have your shit together. Sunshine, flowers, rainbows, the whole nine yards.

Love,

Katie

Grimm Tales and Humorous Songs

Myths, fairy tales, folklore: they're my jam.

"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales." -Albert Einstein -

A pie chart for Pi Day!

I actually wrote about the influence of Grimm fairy tales for my senior thesis [in honor of the bicentennial of the first publication]. Needless to say,  fairy tales have a special place in my heart, so this bloggenschlagen is dedicated to them.

^^ Honorable mention: Despite the fact that this blog is dedicated to FTs, mythology should always be recognized for the hysterical drama that goes down in their stories, the childish behavior of grown men, and, of course, for Zeus' inability to keep it in his pants.

And as a fun treat, instead of me boring you with my enthusiasm, enjoy my top three favorite musical medley/ parodies of Disney fairy tales (because if it were really the Grimms', it would involve hacking off limps, walking on hot coals, and being rolled into a moat in a barrel lined with nails to be drowned- some might those a little violent for children.... But to each his own.)
And so without further ado:

3. Nick Pitera

2. Beauty and the Beat 

1.Jon Cozart

My butt hurts

As I sit, I hurt.

Everything is sore.

What is going through my head at boot camp? 

Recently, I have taken to going to this boot camp pretty much every day. I go to a boot camp because I do not hate myself enough to go through this torture alone. Just take a look at my college years, I had state of the art facilities for 4.5 years, did I use them? Hell no. Exercising hurts. But when people are suffering *with* you, it doesn't seem so bad. 

Pain 101: learned in high school. I will put myself through pain only if you also put yourself through pain in the same way.

So I grab some weights, do whatever we are doing, and proceed to modify when wimpy.

"Come on, Katie! You can do better than that!"

I coooould but then it would hurt.... But since you're yelling this in front of everyone, I suppose I can. 

Sometimes I do it right, and sometimes I fall over. We win a few, we lose a great deal of them, but it's all supposed to be (and albeit, mostly is) fun.

One of the trainers is also exceptionally good looking, so I'd be lying, if I said that wasn't a motivating factor at 6am.

I'm getting real close to being able to do a real push up and not just a girlie one. Real close but not there. It's the getting back up which seems to be causing my arms some difficulty.

But the best is when the trainer, who was, I kid you not, a female version of Arnold Schwarzenegger in the 80's (with pictures everywhere to prove it), comes up to me every couple days and asks me if I started the diet she sent me yet. Does just coming to boot camp count? Because then yes. Otherwise I think you missed some food on the diet plan; no where do I see Girl Scout Cookies or Indian food.

This blog was brought to you with the help of Jennifer Lawrence. Because I love her. 

And she is so gifable.