Uncle just had surgery. Let's pray for him. K?

When I think of you, 
I think prayerfully.
Because I miss you so
I think of you an awful lot. 


I thought that you all would like to know that today is Uncle Mike’s birthday.

“What does this mean?” You ask.

“This means that I get to tell him happy birthday in a blogtastic sort of way,” I tell you.

Uncle Mike,

Happy birthday!

I am so very happy that I get to be your niece.









I am also glad that I finally met you.


You are bomspicediggity dope. Boom.









I love you more than words could adequately or accurately describe.


I miss you like crazy.









Love, Your Kate.



Adventures with Uncle Platinum.

Last night, I went to Zumba class with my Uncle Mike’s insanely fabulous, super cute,  lady friend. She’s very cool and has an awesome tattoo on her upper arm.

If you know me, you also know that  I lack coordination. If you do not know me, I am as coordinated as a mismatched pair of socks.

After Zumba we went and got Filipino food.

This is the ever so famous Uncle Mike. We were being ever so dorkalicious.


This is us deciding what pose to strike next.


Libby: "The look of disdain on her face makes this picture so much better."


This is Uncle Mike being excited about food... Mostly the meat.


This is kind of dramatic, a bit mysterious too.