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  1. When you move to a new state, you may think that your new neighbors are going to greet you at the moving van with a warm hug and a plate of cookies. But they probably won’t. (How incredibly encouraging would that be, though?) Even though I didn’t have any neighbors come over with warm carbs, I made a vow to be THAT neighbor to someone else. #susiehomemaker
  2. You most likely won’t walk on cloud nine every day at your place of employment. Let’s be real, people. It’s a job. Yes, of course you should love your job or at the very least, enjoy your job. But at the end of the day, it’s ONLY a job. It doesn’t (and shouldn’t) be your whole life. Make the most of the situations you find yourself in. #jobspaythebills #suckitup
  3. Pregnancy is not as glamorous as I pictured it in my mind. Your boobs hurt. Like REALLY hurt. You have to pee, at least, 5 times a night. Every cramp and pain in your belly sends you into a tizzy because there are so many unknowns in this pregnancy game. You aren’t entirely sure if you’re getting bigger from your uterus growing or the amount of gas you’re holding inside you. Oh, and don’t forget to take your laxatives… #glamorous
  4. Looking at your paycheck is a waste of time and will only send you into a swirl of depression. Who knew there were so many taxes taken out? I certainly did not. Why was I not prepared for this? I had to take a class in high school that taught me how to use a freakin’ check book, but no one could take 5 minutes to explain taxes to me?! #couldberichexceptfortaxes
  5. When you buy your first house, prepare to feel like you’re signing your life away. 30 year mortgage? I’ve literally never thought more than 2 years (maximum) in advance. How am I supposed to know what’s going to happen in 30 years to the housing market? What if I can never sell my house? What if I made a horrible decision in picking THIS house?! What IS the housing market?! I can feel the panic and chest tightening already. #deepbreathing
  6. Speaking of houses, once you buy one, everything breaks. And guess what the real kicker is? You no longer have a landlord that fixes everything. What a drag. So when the seller’s realtor tells you, “The water heater should last you at least 5 more years!” Don’t believe them. Financially prepare thyself. #RIPgarbagedisposal
  7. Don’t listen to what anyone says about marriage. Especially the bitter ones. Marriage is fun. Marriage is what you make it. (And we’ve decided to make it like a nightly sleepover with your BFF.) Disclaimer: marriage only remains fun if you put in the effort. So don’t get lazy/boring/old. Go on adventurous dates, take walks at night, buy lingerie, actually wear said lingerie, and laugh at each other every chance you get. #youarewelcomehusbands
  8. What feels like 5 years is actually taking 5 minutes in retrospect. When you look back at your life, you won’t believe how fast it went. As cliché as it sounds, make sure you take it all in and enjoy each milestone in your life. If you’re in high school and just turned 16 live it up with your girlfriends (or “tribe,” if that’s what the kids are calling it now). Dance in the car to loud music that boys hate. Have sleepovers and eat junk food. If you’re in college and just turned 21 go out with everyone you know and take lots (a responsible amount) of shots (because someday you won’t be able to handle shots anymore). Join all the clubs, but also go to class. (Okay you can skip a couple days of class, we all did it). There will be PLENTY OF TIME to experience the next milestone. #timeflies #butforreal

Katherine Kring

My name is Katherine Kring, although most people call me Kaile. You can blame my parents for the confusing two name situation. I was born in Lincoln, NE and raised in Minden, a small farming community in central Nebraska. I have adorably, in love parents and two siblings, one older brother and one younger sister. Growing up it was apparent that I was kind of the odd man out. Both of my siblings are very blonde, athletic and competitive...and then there's me. I enjoy singing, theater, speech, writing, and reading. And unfortunately, do not have blonde hair. After high school, I ventured off to the big city of Omaha, NE where my, then boyfriend, was stationed with the Airforce (He is now my Airforce husband and I have since followed him to Ohio.) I attended Nebraska Methodist College of Nursing and Allied Health in Omaha and pursued a career in Respiratory Care. I now get to have the initials RRT after my name because I am officially a Registered Respiratory Therapist. My hubby and I live in Ohio with our two crazy, hyper dogs. We love to binge watch netflix, go antiquing, and travel. I also love my Lord, Jesus Christ and enjoy attending our church and reading my bible.

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