Picture Dump

Since I was gone for so long, I figured the best way to recount those missed occasions was through pictures, rather than words.

I bought a car ūüôā

AC graduated!

AC graduated!

Congratulations Grads!

Congratulations Grads!


Our little family

Our little family


My favorite people

My favorite people


Ate my first crabs of the season!

Ate my first crabs of the season!



and finally...another picture of ML with the Charlie bug

and finally…another picture of ML with the Charlie bug



The First Monthaverasary

Few things irk me more than couples who celebrate each month they have been together.¬† That is fine when you are in middle school and the ultimate longevity of your “relationship” is dictated by the 9 months of the school year.¬† Then, and only then, is it even remotely appropriate to write on the Facebook “Happy 3 months babe! Love you 4eva!”

We have all done it, but let us move on in life to bigger and better things.

This month-iversary is to celebrate the first official month with the furriest love in my life, the little lady Charlie.

It has only been 30 days, and we have already had our ups and downs, but she has snuggled her way into my heart.


shy Charlie


Charlie in mid-March with a Christmas stocking


Charlie taking her St. Paddy’s day nap

She may have nearly ripped ML’s eyelid off playing a game of “Where’s Daddy?”…

She may have thrown a baseball at my head while I was sleeping…

She may bark at nothing every morning at 4:45 am…

She may eat every flip flop in the house…

But she is all mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finally Friday numero tres…

I’m a bad blogger…I know.

As my WordPress email reminded me this morning, so much has happened in my life since I last wrote. So in keeping with the Friday usual, a list to bring you up to speed.

1. My new job

I left my old job and began my new one.¬† There are obviously pros and cons to the move.¬† One massive pro is I am so deeply and passionately in love with the mission of the new organization.¬† I’ve spent most of my first week at my new desk (not office..sad Katie) reading all about the work the org does and the massive amount of people they help.¬† warm. and. fuzzies. Now the major con in my book is that I have a serious case of the “New Girls” and I feel awkward and out of place.¬† At my last job, I was very much the welcoming party, now I’m low man on the totem pole. It is also quite the culture shock.¬† I now work for the community I envision myself in but in all honesty I am still very much an outsider.¬† I’m so very hopeful and excited, and I hope making this HUGE change will work out in the end.

2. Charlie

ML and I got a dog.  Her name is Charlie, she is a pointer mix/mutt/rescue dog. She is sweet as can be and we are learning to be a little family.  My two family cats, Holly/Lazer cat/Chubbs and Rory are very slowly adjusting to Charlie.  And yes, those three names are one cat, her name has evolved over time.

Here she is…


To: The Hoffman Children

Dear Little Ones,

I am so sorry for your loss, there may be no emptier feeling than losing you parent while you still need them entirely.  I too know what this feels like, addiction is a horrific reality.

I was your age, maybe younger, when I realized my father was an addict.¬† Alcohol was his drug of choice, and I became acutely¬†aware of why my situation was different from all my friends’. My father was your quintessential Irish charmer, who could tell a good joke or story, dance the night away, and drink you under the table.¬† He was successful and admired by so many around him, but deep inside he was not happy.¬† I will never know the truths he told himself when he laid awake at night, or what drove him to drink, but I know that I will never be able to ask him.¬† Just like you kids, my father died way too soon.

Time will not heal all wounds, and some days may be debilitating, but it will not be all bad.  I have some words of advice that have helped me throughout the past seven years.

Addiction is a disease, not a definition or life sentence.  Yes, we lost our fathers to this disease, but it does not mean you will also fall victim to it.  And if you do find yourself more magnetically drawn to substances to help ease the pain, or make you more creative, or to fit in, know that there is ALWAYS help.  Just like any hereditary disease, addictive traits can be passed down, and you should always keep that in the back of your mind.  I do.

Addiction is a disease, not a definition or life sentence.  This disease should not define your father in life or in death.  He was superior, loving, award-winning, so many wonderful things.  My father too was so much more than his disease, and I like to remind people of all of the good he was and he had in his life.

People may give you sad looks, or whisper behind your back from time to time.¬† It’s very¬†hard to ignore it completely, or at all.¬† Every time that happens, think about the good things, but don’t canonize your father.¬† He was flawed, so was mine, but they were ours, and that is what counts.

Never be ashamed to ask for help.

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For those in the Baltimore area

Who am I…I’m Katie Schoe

..I hope everyone who reads that title reads it as I do, in the melodic voice of Jean Valjean a la Hugh Jackman.

Where to begin?  Well to start my name is Katie and I live in Baltimore.  I was born and raised here, left for four years of college in Philadelphia (T U, You know!!), returned to Baltimore to finish my undergrad after some tough times, and I officially graduate on next week.

I have an amazing family made up of my mom and my little sister, AC.  My dad passed away when I was 15, but my mom has been dating a great guy for the pat year.

I met the love of my life in a basement more than three years ago.  We will call him ML and he is wonderful.  He is everything I could have asked for, he is perfectly imperfect.  I could write for days about him but I will spare you.  We are currently in the midst of a long distance relationship, with me here in Baltimore and him still primarily in Philadelphia.  Say a little prayer and do a little dance to the Employment gods with me for him.

I work for a major nonprofit organization, and I love what I do.  When I leave work after a 50/60/70 hour week, I know that ultimately what I toiled over is going to benefit millions of people.  #warmfuzzies

I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to make of this blog, I’m going to say it will be part my nonsense, part attempts to make things from Pinterest (also nonsensical), maybe a healthy living update every once in a while. ¬†Whatever it becomes, I hope you will stick with me.