Showing posts with label Katy McCabe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Katy McCabe. Show all posts

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Eff Sleep: Pipe Dreams and Other Dream-like Things I’m Too Tired to Understand

candleThe other night, I was sleeping soundly and I woke up suddenly to a text message and realized I was dreaming of doing Kettle bell swings with a giant clock ticking off the minutes.  I’m a dreamer, not in the John Lennon sort of way, but in the whilst sleeping some crazy shit happens behind my eyelids. I also walk in my sleep, talk, and sometimes even do lunges. Okay, that happened once, but it freaked me out a little bit anyways.

I also regularly wake up to the imagined “bing” of a new incoming message or meeting reminder on Outlook (I have four email accounts) or formulate emails responses during my dreams that are sheer genius.  I’m always running late in la la land  (but that’s sorta true in real life as well.)  I am also regularly chased, or chasing, being hunted, and for some reason alligators are a common character in my dreams.  Sometimes they smoke cigarettes.  I have no idea what that part means.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Katya-isms: the Quintessential Nonsense for Everyday Badassery

Picture3*Warning: This post does contain some language and references to me nearly peeing my pants with laughter.  The language part is sort of to be expected, but the peeing is gross.* 

My friend Katy McCabe is a wise Marine and on my Dream Team of advisors.  She is forever inspiring me with her one-liners.  They will be housed in a book one day… I’d like to have it start here.  (That way I get some of the proceeds). 

But for real, she’s awesome.  (The next few sentences are shameless plugs for her.)  Katy has a blog - http://katymccabe.blogspot.com/  She is a sponsored athlete and just launched her own website – www.katymccabe.com.  McCabe is a Glamazon and all-around amazing chick, she’s running some races with me this year and she is forever making me laugh so hard I do very frequently feel as though I may actually pee my pants.  Ask her about peeing your pants.  There’s a good story there.  That’s real and I just used the word "pee" four times in one paragraph.