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Welcome to my Blog!

My name is Katie Watson and I live in Southern California.  I'm married to a Navy Pilot so we have traveled the country coast to coast calling many different states our home. I am a Mom to 3 children and 2 cats. I am on the Design Team for Maya Road which I Love, Love, Love!! I love vintage anything and everything...I would rather rummage then organize and am just plain happy when I'm doing some form of art! I love mini books and altered projects and would describe my style as shabby chic mixed with thrift store randomness. 

~The thing is….~

The thing is……..this waiting is driving me crazy.  I feel suspended in motion…………like I can’t start anything new and can’t finish anything I’ve started.

I’m just waiting.  Waiting to hear from Dad, waiting to hear how he is or if he heard from the doctor.  I suppose i’m in shock.  I can’t believe he has cancer.  I hope it hasn’t spread.  I wish I could say he was feeling better but he’s not.  He sounds exhausted and flat, not like my normal Dad.  It breaks my heart to hear him this way.  I’ve never seen my Dad this weak.

He was broken after my brother died but he was still strong.  I just hear him fading right now.  That scares me.  I don’t know what we are going to hear tomorrow but we will take whatever information we get and we will find the best cancer hospital or treatment center for him. Pancreatic Cancer is nasty business.   We will fight this thing together.  But, I’m scared.  He owns his own business so what little energy he does have is going to his business.  My kids are in school and his work is about 45 minutes away from where we live and so I’ve offered to help him.  I don’t know how to do his line of work so thankfully he has a full staff but I told him I can help him with whatever personal stuff he needs help with…he says he’s fine right now.  I’m not volunteering in the kids class this year and will put my mid life crisis on hold for a while to help take care of my dad.  Seems as if I should save up my energy for the real crisis at hand.

My Dad is a busy guy.  The only time you can get him to stop is when he is on vacation.  Like I said in a previous blog post, he juggles a lot of balls.  He does it well, too.  He is a former Navy pilot, a Helo Bubba.  A respected retired Commander.  A successful business man.  A good father.

part II-

I had to break this blog post into 2 parts.  Phone break, dinner break, kiddos bedtime break…

Derek called to tell me that he wasn’t going to be home tonight.  Their plane had some “issues” and they are still halfway across the country.  He sounded so disappointed that he was going to miss the appointment in the morning.  I cried.  I need him.  I would rather that he pilot a safe plane then be here though.  He should be home tomorrow afternoon.  If I can keep it together until then.  I do not have high hopes for tomorrow morning’s appointment.  (Dad doesn’t read my blog so don’t be worried that I am upsetting him by saying this).  I say this because of how sick he is feeling.  He is still losing weight.  He is running a fever off and on.  He has horrible pain and he is exhausted.

Damn, I wish Derek was going to be here….I swear it seems he is gone when every major thing happens.  That makes him feel even worse, I know.  He is my rock.  I have depended on him like crazy this last couple of weeks years.  I have been a bit helpless and in a bit of a “duh” mood………..and my emotions are like a roller coaster!!  I have shed lots of tears and he has shed some with me.  We are like “blood” sister and brother now……after all we have been through in our 13 years together and all that our families have been through, Derek and I are bonded for life.  So, like ewwwww on the brother and sister part.  But you know what I mean.  Like we HAVE to stay together forever because we have been to hell and back.

So, once again……………rambling…………i know.  The alternative is to cry.  Anyhow, my whole life is changing right before my eyes.  A girl has so much wrapped up in her Dad.  Seeing my girls with Derek makes me think of  me being a little girl with my Dad.   Even though I am about 30 years past being a little girl, I still adore my Dad just the same.  No matter how old you are.  39 or 9 there is something special to say about little girls and their Daddies.

Someone sent my dad a coffee cup that he finds quite funny….it says, “Hey Cancer!  F*&% You!”  He doesn’t even know who sent it but he sure gets a kick out of it.  He thought it was either his brother or Derek as they both have an equally wicked sense of humor but it wasn’t either of them.  I agree wholeheartedly with the statement.  F*%$ You Cancer!

~Katie

~I create to be Happy~

I create because it makes me happy.  It takes me to a quiet peaceful place.  This last couple of weeks though…i have been unable to do much creating…I think my mind is just too numb to even do the things that I love.  Before I found out about my Dad being sick I had started a serious overhaul of my scrapbook room.  I decided to finally get it organized and de-stash it….and I did make some serious progress but halted once I found out the news about my dad.  The nice thing is that I know it’s waiting for me when I’m ready…and art doesn’t nag or guilt-trip.  It’s there when I am ready to go back to it.

I am teaching in October at the Artistic Journey Event in Texas and we did a little tag project just to build our excitement.  We were to do a tag that told about our journey with art.  Mine is simple.  Art makes me happy.

I also snapped a few pictures as I was working on my craft/scrapbook room..thought I would share them since I have not much else to share this morning. Funny, I only got one side of my room…..the other sides will have to wait.

Anyhow………….I guess I should do a few things around here instead of just moping around this morning.

Have a great day.

~Katie

~Dear Toothfairy….~

She will be 11 in October.  I love that she still believes in the tooth fairy.  She left this note, with her 2 honkin huge molars (complete with roots) under her pillow and the kind tooth fairy understanding her dilemma left her $20.  I mean, it’s not like Hannah has many more baby teeth and these ones were all molars and she did have  to endure many shots to get these suckers out…I think that qualifies for a little bit of extra money for pain and suffering.  Don’t you?

The only thing the tooth fairy forgot was some fairy dust………..darn fact that the glitter was on the 2nd floor and the tooth fairy’s husband had been out of town for a week and so the poor tooth fairy was very tired and didn’t have the energy to run fly upstairs.  Of course, the tooth fairy thought that H would have forgotten about the fairy dust…..but it was the 2nd thing she looked for.  I guess it will be a gradual breaking her in of the real news….first it’s the fairy dust…next…..oh, I’m not ready yet.  I just want her to stay little forever.  and ever.

btw- yes, the bleeding did stop.  The back of the note asks the tooth fairy to please stop the pain also.  The Motrin took care of that.  After all that tugging, she was quite sore.  Hannah needs braces but these darn 3 molars just weren’t budging so they had to be pulled.  Next stop is braces.

Have a great Evening!

~Katie

~Ramblings and 11:11~

I have no one to babble to right now and the silence is killing me but yet I can’t get my mind to stop  racing long enough to engage in a busy activity.  I’m kind of hosed right now.  Writing helps.  As you know if you have read my blog, i use my blog as a bit of a release and as a journal of sorts.

The writing has been good for me but the comments of support and advice throughout the years have been incredibly helpful to me.  I have drawn strength from them many times.

Just for a bit, this will be about me.  I have a physical ache in my heart.  It’s weird.  I can physically feel my broken heart.  I feel my sadness in my left chest area where my heart is located.  Feelings are connected to our physical self in some way, I guess.

I have butterflies in my stomach.  I am scared.

I’m too sad to be mad.  Yet.  I’m sure I will be.  Such Random crap all the time in our lives.  Random hard things and unfair things and i’m kind of tired of all these things.

I’m sick of rationalizing it all in my head.  I’m sick of finding places to put it all.  Some of these are heartbreaks that only time will heal and so until they heal they gotta be stored somewhere.  So I tuck these heartbreaks away and try to act normal.

But nope, I worry all the time that something is going to happen.  and it usually does happen.  It has been a rough few years.  I am so glad that I am working with a good therapist who is a trauma/grief specialist, as i think my life might count as one. One big grieving hole.   I appreciate what I have but there have been lots of hard things to deal with in my life also.

Most people just get scared that bad stuff is going to happen, in our family…..it really seems to happen.  I’m sick of trying to find the silver linings.  Sick of it.

So,I am questioning something in my head.

Here’s where you all will think i’m wacko.  I think my brother has been sending me signs.

When he and I were teens we always saw the clock at 11:11.  It kind of became our thing.  We’d always be like, “Dang…….it’s 11:11 again dude!”.

So after Ben died, every time I saw/see 11:11, I say hi to him.  Even Derek says hi sometimes and he never even got to meet Ben.

Well.  Dad went to the ER on Wed.  August 11th.

The next day I saw the clock at 11:11am and 11:11pm and was like hmmmm……

The next morning in the car with my sister,  I was I was telling her about the 11:11’s and we looked at the clock in the car and it was 11:10 turning 11:11.

So, we get to my sister’s house and my Mom is there and Jodi mentions the 11:11 thing and Mom says, “Oh 11:11 was mine and Ben’s special time!”.  Huh? I did not know that, weird.

So, I told her the 11:11 flood I had been receiving including the date of the 11th.  Since then I have seen 11:11 so many times.  It’s not that I’m looking for it, if you know me then you know I am way too spazy to ever even know what time it is, let alone watch the clock for a certain time.  I can’t even walk away from water waiting to boil or else I forget about it.  I have to stand there and wait.  Spaz, I know.

So, it’s random…..I’ll walk out of the bathroom and the numbers on the bedroom clock are staring right at me, 11:11.

I laid in bed the other night with my eyes closed for a really long time thinking about my Dad and thinking about the flood of 11:11’s and opened my eyes and it was 11:11.

A bunch of times this week that time has been on the clock.

Turns out November is Pancreatic Awareness Month.  Another 11.

Weird.

Maybe it’s just Ben saying that he is here with us.  Maybe it’s just a coincidence.  It doesn’t feel like just a coincidence though.

Anyhow, I am so tired.  The girls are spending the night at a friends house down the street, thank God.  Derek was visiting my Dad on his way home from work and should be home soon.  So, tonight will be quiet….I’ll have Derek here and no little girls to freak out.  Hannah was so sweet, she didn’t want to leave because she didn’t want me to be alone.  She lingered forever.  Maddy wrote a prayer to God and put it under her pillow and slept on it last night.  This can’t be easy for them.  We have chosen to be honest with them as much as is reasonable.  We think that secrets create anxiety.  Feelings are heavy around all those they love right now so they pick up on what is going on anyhow.

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I wrote this last night but didn’t finish….and saw 11:11 last night and again this morning, 11:11.

Hmmmmmmmm……..

I don’t know.

What is the message?  Is it that he’s here with us.  Or is it that he will be with Dad?  What is it?  It doesn’t make me feel calm.  It makes me feel kind of freaked out.  I think once I figure it out, I’ll find comfort in it.

Anyhow, I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Give those you love a kiss and hug.  Tell them that you love them.

~Katie

~Dear God~ August 19th, 2010.

Dear God,

Well, the deal isn’t working out so well.  The doctor called today.  Malignant.

I’m going to hold up to my end of the bargain and i’m going to pray to you that you heal my Dad.

I’m going to pray to you that you take that evil Pancreatic Cancer and you dissolve it.  You send it to where all evil goes.

I’m going to pray to you that you wrap my Dad in your arms and you keep him warm and safe.  He is a good man, a great Dad.  I still need him.  I don’t want to see him hurting.

Please God, listen to me.  I am looking up at you through those green leaves again and begging you to help me.

Please help my Dad.

Love,

Katie

My Dad- Mort McCarthy

taken this summer

~Dear God~ August 15th, 2010

Dear  God,

You don’t need him as much as I do.  There are too many things that we didn’t get to do.  Too many conversations that we didn’t get to have.   He just turned 61, he didn’t even get to retire yet.

You have my brother and my brother-in-law, isn’t that enough for now?

Let’s make a deal, OK?  I’ll be the best daughter, best wife and best Mom that I can possibly be.  I’ll figure out what I will be good at and go back to school.  I’ll work hard and try to make a difference in the world. I will be kind and teach my children to be kind.  I’ll start going back to church (yes, really.  Just give me time to find the right church).  In exchange, you let my Dad stay for a while longer.  Like a long while.

We are not ready to lose him.  I am not ready to lose him.  The world is not ready to lose him.  Trust me on this one.   I know what I am talking about.

Love,

Katie

p.s.- if you disagree with the deal, please let me know prior to Wednesday’s Pathology Report reading.   Also,  then I would like to strike a similar deal concerning the amount of pain he has to endure.  Minimal or none is preferred.  Thank you.

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This scares me.

Listen to this, done by Dr. Randy Pausch.

You may have heard of Dr. Randy Pausch from his famous “The Last Lecture

It is about an hour but it is amazing…… don’t have time for the original one…he did an abridged version for the Oprah Show, HERE.

and so now we wait.  The procedure went fine on Friday, the meeting with the doctor…well, not as good.  They put a biliary stent in to relieve the pressure from the tumor.  My Dad was/is completely Jaundiced.  He looks better then he did but his eyes are still yellow.  He has to take pain pills every 4 hours or else the pain is miserable.  He looks sick.  He has been able to eat a bit but is still losing weight, although the weight loss is slowing down.  Thank God.

I really don’t want to say much more until we get the final tests on Wednesday.

I have been praying a lot.  And trying to make lots of deals with God.

We’ll see what happens, i guess it really is in his hands.

~Katie

p.s.- thank you SO MUCH for all the support.  I need it so much right now.

~Not him…..~

I do not know what I would do without my Dad.  What he adds to my life is not replaceable. He is always the voice of reason, the giver of wise advice and the preventer of near disasters.  Really.  For a lot of people, he is their rock.  He is Superman.  He juggles a lot of balls but still manages to always be there for everyone.

This is me, my Dad and my sister.  It was taken about 6 years ago or so.

My dad has been sick.  Not felt well.  For a short period of time. Turns out he had lost 20 pounds in a week.

This is  yesterday, text messaging and emailing.

Dad-

In ER at balboa hospital. They are running every test in the world. Checking

stomach, liver, pancreas & gall

bladder. They are leaning towards gall bladder.
Had portable ultrasound but going to the big one next. Xrays, blood, stools etc

me-
what time did you go in?

Dad-
6

me-
anything new?

Dad-

Sent: Wed, Aug 11, 2010 1:17 pm
Subject: Re: Status 840 AM

Well. Pretty bad news. It isn’t stomach or meds. I have a medium size tumor on my pancreas.
It is pinching the canal that feeds the bile to the intestinal track.

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The doctors were not hopeful on the reason the tumor is there. The scope and biopsy are tomorrow.
We’ll know for sure next week. More bad news on the location of the tumor. Not an easy place
to remove. Will know for sure about that later.

I went and picked up my sister and we went and saw him. He looked sick. He cried when he told us.   I am trying to shut
negative out right now and just think only positive but I am having a hard
time keeping it together. I have moped around all day. I’m tired after no sleep but can’t sleep.
I have felt true grief today. I have felt true shock today.
And I keep hearing him and seeing him in my head. These thoughts keep running through my
head over and over.

Derek is out of town. Training. I got to talk to him last night. He’ll be done and then home soon.
Thank God. He loves my Dad as much as a son-in-law could ever love a father-in-law.
My Dad loves Derek. I know Derek is really sad and scared right now too.

We will keep praying for good news. There is a 15% chance of that. Please pray that
he is in that 15%. If not my heart will surely break.
~Katie

~Sew Pretty~

This is my last pennant project……..4 total is what I made.  Each with a creating theme….(Design, Create, Sew and Crafting) and each with a totally different look.  I saved my favorite for last.

The Maya Road product list below-

New Product-

Pennant Chipboard Album

Cream velvet pleat blossom

red grosgrain pleat ribbon

Vintage green pearl trinket pin

other MR product-

Red and white flower trinket pins

Philadelphia Upper Case Chipboard Letters

Sew Cute mini chipboard set

Red gingham ribbon

The stitches are the Border Rubons from October Afternoon’s Thrift Shop.  I also used Jenni Bowlin letters.

The background is actually a sewing pattern…because it’s tissue paper you need to use a dry adhesive.  It’s too transparent for a wet adhesive.  The Helmar tape runner is excellent for any dry runner needs.  It’s amazing.  I don’t work for them, I just love their products. It doesn’t show through the tissue paper at all.  Just put it straight onto the chipboard.

Have a happy Tuesday!

Hannah has to have 3 baby teeth pulled today so keep your fingers crossed for her!  She has a bit of anxiety when it comes to needles.  Derek picked a good week to be out of town.

~Katie

~Even Banners on layouts……..~

sigh…….I am addicted to banners.  I should go to a support group, banners anonymous.  Hi my name is Katie and I am addicted to banners.

Anyhow. Moving on.

I really am not very good at creating layouts, I am much more comfortable with mini albums and altered projects….but occasionally I do make a layout or two.

This is the Report Card line by October Afternoon and the cards are the new Wild Cards that are a part of the new updated Report Card line.  The line is a great line and they added some wonderful pieces to it at CHA.

I love this picture of  Maddy playing school.  This girl will be a teacher for sure when she grows up.  She plays school every day.  I can hear her from my craft room teaching her stuffed animals students.  It’s funny because since I have worked in her class every year I know what all her teachers sound like and I know their teaching styles…Maddy has picked up a little of each teacher.  Mostly her teacher last year, whom she adored.  She sounds like a little Mrs. Stanfield….and really, Maddy has the smartest stuffed animals on the block!

The next layout that I have to share with you today is a Christmas one.  This is using October Afternoon’s Very Merry line.

I cut apart the flashcard from the flashcard book to use on my page as part of my title.

These are the new Maya Road Pennant Banners that I used for my title.  Can you say, LOVE?

Anyhow, nothing like a Holiday layout in August.

Have a great Monday!

~Katie

~Watering my spirit one drop at a time…..~

This is not a crafty post but a Katie randomness post  You may relate to it.  You may just think I am a nut job.

We have a pretty big piece of property.  The former owners of our house were some older retired people whose only activity was to garden.  The woman had a magical touch with the plants and trees and she also had sunrise to sunset to take care of them.  I, on the other hand, do not have that magical touch.  I have no clue what I am doing and only the strong have survived.  Poor plants.  Our sprinkler system is broken and beyond repair.  It would have to be replaced, to the tune of 5K.  So, for now, we hand water the property.  Ramona gets hot, it’s a dust-bowl in the summer, dry as the desert……so watering is essential. We have 4 hoses.

I am always on alert for these..

oh yes, this is from our yard.  I am always watching for them.  Rattle, rattle.

So, the other thing about watering is that I get super bored and I think my mind runs away from me a bit.  There are big Rosemary bushes on our property.  The baby bunny (crafty pic below, it’s the only pic I have on this computer) used to live in the bush outside the kitchen window and after the bunny would finish the food plate we would put out for it….

this or these little guys would come out………………..oh my………..

i’m a country girl,

i’m a country girl,

i’m a country girl,

i’m a country girl,

i’m a country girl,i’m a country girl,i’m a country girl,i’m a country girl,i’m a country girl,i’m a country girl

not a city girl.  right?

anyhoo………well, rat,mouse or whatever it is……that Rosemary bush still needs water.  So I water it….but all I can picture in my head as I water that bush is this….

The Secret of NIMH …………

I always giggle at myself as I water but that little girl still  inside me hopes that the water isn’t leaking down into the rat/mouses labyrinth of tunnels that I just know exists underneath the Rosemary bush.

I spend a lot of time watering.  I use that time as downtime or time to think.   Sometimes I turn it into a game….with 4 hoses, I can get 4 areas started at the same time and be running around changing hoses on a pretty regular basis…..but most of the time, it is just me and my one hose.

I do hose tricks to make the time pass.  I put the hose on the fastest hardest setting and try to aim for dead leaves……I try knocking them to the ground…sometimes I make polka-dots and patterns in the dirt with the water, sometimes I try to see if I can break my record of how many plants I can effectively water with one hose at one time.   I spray gopher holes and stink bugs, if I hit the stink bug just right I can make it bounce a few feet away.  I am pure evil with a hose.  Really.

The hose is my weapon of choice.

I have figured out how to cool the air with the hose to make it not quite so miserable on hot watering days.  Just spray into the breeze and the water cools the air and the cool breeze feels so good when it hits you!!

I have also discovered that hummingbirds love to play in the hose water.  If you spray a gentle sprinkle they will come and dart in and out of the water.

I have figured out exactly how water can move soil and how water will usually not break a spider web.

I have learned that it makes me feel really good to know that I am cooling down the plants and trees and quenching their thirst.  Kind of like that feeling you have after you feed your hungry family, except no dishes to do, so even better.

I have learned that even in doing something that seems so simple, there is much to be learned and much to be enjoyed.  Funny little lesson to be learned at 39.  I’ll take all the good lessons that I can learn though.

~Katie