Monday, July 31, 2006
Falling AgainThis weekend I got excited about fall. I know I’ve got some time, but it was the first time the excitement hit me this year. It all happened in Yankee Candle. Sarah and I were shopping and testing out all of the new scents. Pumpkin Spice. Candy Corn. Fall Leaves.
The smells entered through my nose and wafted (is that a word?) straight to my heart. Memories of football season, carving pumpkins, chilly night time walks and jumping in piles of leaves (and yes, even at 25). Thoughts of sweatshirts and jeans, hockey games, candied apples, Halloween costumes, and hayrides. Even as I type this I feel an excitement in my chest. I can’t wait! And now that I am a camper extraordinaire, there’s so much more to look forward to! Plus, J and I finally have our own house to decorate and have the kiddos trick or treat to our door.
I wonder how much of this excitement is due to this unforgiving and hot summer?
But, frankly, I don’t care. It makes me happy to think about- and gives me something to look forward to.
Now, if only we had more trees… Maybe next year… as we will be buying/building a new house soon! I love my life!
Friday, July 28, 2006
What a Boy WantsWithout going into geat detail, as to protect the parties involved (and by parties involved I do mean, my ass), there is something I want to discuss.
Why do men fall for dumb girls?
Correction. Why do smart men fall for dumb girls?
Is it the fact that they can control them? That the Dumbs hang on every word they say? Think that they are soooooooo smart? Follow along with boobs pushed out and minds closed, allowing the Man to lead?
I don't get it.
I've recently watched a new relationship bloom. The cast- two people. You guessed it- a Smart Man. Funny. Smart. Sharp. Good looking. All in all, what I would label as "a catch." His counterpart... less so. Cute. Great bod. But all things added together... just another cute girl. Not even hot. I mean, come on.
It's not the first time I have witnessed such a dynamic. And I'll say it, it pisses me off! Why does it seem that men in power seem to want a woman who is weak? I know I am generalizing right now, but come on! Why don't more men want a partner?
I mean a true partner. One that can connect with them in ways that, gulp, don't involve their penis? A woman that will argue with them, speak her mind, and tell them when they are full of it.
I know they are out there... trust me. I married one.
But I guess the question of the day is...
what's up with that?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
CursesSo, today J had to go to the BMV or DMV, whatever you want to call it, as I tend to use the initials pretty interchangeably.
He had to renew his license.
He had to take The Test.
Let us all recall when I took The Test how it turn out...
On the first try.
I hate my life.
Monday, July 24, 2006
The TV and MeAnother weekend gone and back to work on Monday morning.
Monday morning is the worst. Try as I might, I cannot seem to grasp the fact that I need to hit the sack at a reasonable hour on Sunday nights. On normal nights, J and I make our way to bed no later than an embarrassing 10:00. We shoot for 9:30. After we take our pills and our jello, as we are each apparently 60 years of age.
So, last night was full of Big Brother All Stars. Yeah, that's right. I said it. I love me some BB. I've always felt that I could be a success on Big Brother. I couldn't cut it on Survivor- as I am not strong and so I could not outlast. I'd be all about the whole outwit thing, but those physical challenges and I would not get along. It's pretty pathetic.
Amazing Race and I have potential. Only one huge problem... I would have to have a partner who would be willing to put up with me. And a partner I would not kill on national television. One of my major character flaws is that when I get frustrated, I tend to take it out on whatever is closest. This generally tends to be a person. J and I could try Amazing Race. But then again he hates reality television, so there goes that idea. Moving on...
I'm too old for Road Rules and too boring for Real World.
Not hot enough for American Idol, although talented enough.
Not skilled enough for So You Think You Can Dance.
Well, I think you get the point... I will never be cast on a reality television series. And although I know I am actually becoming stupider (see- it's hitting already) by watching, I just can't stop.
So. I watch Big Brother and after it is over, I know I need to go to bed. I am 30 feet from the bedroom. I do the one thing I know I shouldn't do (besides the rice pudding I ate during BB)... I flip through channels... You know, just to see what's on...
Well, lo and behold, Iron Chef America was on! Holy cow! What a surprise! Actually, it wasn't a surprise at all, as I tend to do this every Sunday. I cuddled up to watch I.C.A. (which is totally not as awesome as the original Japanese version). After an hour of Wild Salmon and a victory for the challenger (which I love), NOW it was time for bed... but wait... wait... what's this?
A FOOD NETWORK CHALLENGE!
CELEBRATION CAKES?! With PARTNERS paired the DAY OF THE CHALLENGE.
It was like a car accident... I couldn't look away.
So, J and I stayed up tv-ing it until 11:00. By the time I actually shut my eyes for sleeping it was past midnight.
So, folks, the moral of the story is....
Television is the devil.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The Ghost BloggerI know, I know I know...
Where did she go?
Has she passed through?
Has something, gulp, horrible happened?
Is she sick?
Is she... ALIVE?!
Yes, indeed, folks. Here she is. Alive. Breathing. Blood Pumping and now, shockingly...
So here I am. Living and loving in Indiana and sucking at my beloved blog. It's not for lack of material. I have a new job, a new religion and am still adjusting to being married to the J.
The new job came about pretty randomly via a neighbor. Again with the law firm and again liking the work. Again thinking about law school and again dreading the costs. School here in the Fort was a bit out of my price range and a little unecessary. So back to work I am.
As my regulars can remember I, the Kellie, tended to hate me some church in the past. I was bored, I was annoyed and I didn't believe what I was being told. I couldn't jump on any band wagon to heaven thinking that I was going to leave so many I love alone in the fires of hell- as I had been taught for years. Upon moving, I ventured into a new world...
I know it seems random, but I have found a place where my beliefs are valued and I actually enjoy worship. I've been going to Mass every week since I moved and love it. I am beginning my RCIA classes to learn more and, most probably, eventually become Catholic. It's a surprising turn of events, but one I am more pleased with than I could have anticipated. I had been keeping on the hush, as so many people in my life had an adverse reaction when I mentioned the words Mass, Priest and Catholics. But now I'm putting it out there. I'll say it. I love God.
Get off me.
Marriage is effecting me every day. The knowledge that I get to go home each night to an amazing partner fulfills me more than I could have anticipated. The adjustments are still happening, but for the most part, we're in sinc with each other and just able to enjoy being each other's better half.
Who am I kidding? We all know I'm his better half.
So that's my life, team. Please keep reading and I promise to write.
Oh. And one more thing.
I recently slept in a tent. On the ground. With bugs. And even though it aws in my backyard, I'll say I went camping. And I lasted the whole night.
Adjustments... I'll say!