kate5kiwis
“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
- Name: skatey katie
- Location: New Zealand
- my cuz nik
- fairy floss
- sista suzi
- knitty sharon
- magic sarah
- red chic sarah
- cally
- embejo
- westie nikki
- wetville sandra
- supernova
- wallace's pics
- tropical soup
- ahipara girl
- hand mirror
- kiwi mummy blogs
- sarah
- barb the evil genius
- single dan lol
- jo(e)
- derfwad manor
- walk slowly
- daily habit
- aaryn belfer
- chookooloonks
- soulemama
- red barn
- sew katie
- skunk boy
- mod kid
- annah s
- mochamomma
- kiwikidsnews
- cool cat
- dragon singer jo
- DK
- e-claire
- kimberly
- rachel in aux
- aladdin, jr
- #100happydaisies
- easy peasy nasty-white-carb-free bacon + eggie muf...
- domestiKATEd aka my house now smells like a foodco...
- perfick mersli (sic)
- #100happydaze
- in the i-love-skype files x
- lads x
- #mlearn14
- they say your dreams mean something
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- September 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
- December 2007
- January 2008
- February 2008
- March 2008
- April 2008
- May 2008
- June 2008
- July 2008
- August 2008
- September 2008
- October 2008
- November 2008
- December 2008
- January 2009
- February 2009
- March 2009
- April 2009
- May 2009
- June 2009
- July 2009
- August 2009
- September 2009
- October 2009
- November 2009
- December 2009
- January 2010
- February 2010
- March 2010
- April 2010
- May 2010
- June 2010
- July 2010
- August 2010
- September 2010
- October 2010
- November 2010
- January 2011
- February 2011
- March 2011
- April 2011
- May 2011
- June 2011
- July 2011
- August 2011
- October 2011
- November 2011
- December 2011
- April 2012
- May 2012
- August 2012
- October 2012
- January 2013
- March 2013
- April 2013
- December 2013
- January 2014
- February 2014
- March 2014
- April 2014
- July 2014
- January 2015
- June 2015
“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome
About Me
i'm a *blonde* kiwi chick who married my childhood sweetheart (*awwwww*)!!! Hubby (aka Bulldog) and i have five gorgeous kiddos. after sixteen years of being home eduKATEd, three years ago we all went to skool.. but we still get called the von trapps.
COMMUNIKATE
TWEETY BIRD
Twidukate
- twick-or-tweeting in the classroom
dupliKATE
-
you may copy, distribute, or display my copyrighted work and derivative works based upon it – but please give me credit. let’s share the linky love, peeps.
EDUKATED
Learning can only happen when a child is interested. If he's not interested it's like throwing marshmallows at his head and calling it eating. AnonymousrepliKATE
pontifikate
I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theatre in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that I liked jazz music. Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way. - Donald MillerTRIP INSIDE MY HEAD
katie's kiwi blogs
somewhere out there
making stuff
edukaters
WHAT KATIE DID...
gonna be ohk
WHAT KATIE DID (LAST)
BECAUSE I'M WORTH IT
My blog is worth eleventy billion dollars.
How much is your blog worth?
LOVE AFTER LOVE:
The time will come when, after elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott