Monday, June 30, 2008

OK, so now that I have recovered from the trauma, I can tell you about getting a root canal. It's actually funny when I think of it now!

When I posted about having to go and have the procedure, I told you that I had to take some pills before I left. I was afraid that the pills were all that I as going to get. When I got to the dental surgeon, or whatever they are called, they told me that they didn't do sedation. I was freaking out, but not as badly as I thought I would. They did tell me I could have nitrous, so I was very much "Yes, PLEASE!" I shouldn't have worried, though. By the time I got called back, the pills were working in full force. I was nice and high. Of course, I didn't really know it at the time, so when they strapped on the nitrous nose thing, I was breathing in really deeply and thinking "crap, this isn't doing anything!" I was wrong, though, because by the time they walked in, I was in la la land for sure. The guy put some kind of numbing stuff on my gum, and told me they what they were doing, I didn't think they were at the right place, so I asked "Is it the bottom one?" " Yes" they said. "Number nineteeeeeeeeeen?" I said. "Yes" they said. After that, it's all a haze. They talked to me, I mumbled to them, they gave me a shot of Novocaine, which hurt, but I didn't care. They gave me another shot of Novocaine, I still didn't care. I was breathing in the happy stuff. The doc showed me something that looked like the thing on a Clarinet that holds the reed on and told me what they were going to do with it. I said "Sounds good to me." Well, I think that's what I said, anyways, but I can't be sure. I was vaguely aware that some serious business was going on in my face, but I couldn't focus. The doc was humming, so I starting humming along. They kept asking me to hold this thing (still don't know what it was) so they could take x-rays of my tooth, and then getting irritated that I couldn't hold it still. Well, surprise, surprise! Imagine that. There was a flat screen TV over my head playing a soccer game or something. I tried watching it, but I couldn't keep up. I probably said some embarrassing stuff around all of their hands, but I don't remember. Then they took off the paper bib and told me they were done. I remember getting up and paying the receptionist, going to get into the car, but I have no idea what happened after that until I got home. While I was working out the rest of my nitrous, Steve went to get my pain medication and something for us to eat. When he came back, I was loopy and starving. I hadn't had anything to eat all that day and it was about 5:15 or so. Steve had gotten me some chicken fingers, which I was able to tear apart and chew on the right side of my mouth. I still had numb face from the Novocaine, so I didn't realize that while I was eating, I was destroying the inner part of my left cheek. I'm not kidding, I chewed it to pieces. Of course, when the Novocaine wore off, I knew...Lord, did I know. I went into the kitchen to get one of my pain pills and saw a stack of three different medicines. I knew I had only gotten a prescription for one, but for a second I thought I had been mistaken. I had a bottle of Lexapro (antidepressant), some kind of ointment for fungal infections, and about 6 packages of Estrogen tabs. I thought, what the hell did they do to me in there?! Of course, then I realized that the pharmacy had handed Steve a package of someone else's meds because they had a similar name as mine. Similar, but not exact. Steve had to leave again to go somewhere, but I have no idea where he went. I called to tell him I had the wrong medicine and he was going to come back to get it and take it back. Then the pharmacy called and I can only hope that I actually said what I think I said. I was still pretty loopy to tell you the truth. So I finally got the wretched pills and took one. Steve had to run some errands after that, so I can only be glad I didn't have a bad reaction to them since I was home alone! I think I slept, or tried to. Then I woke up at about 3:30 the next morning and couldn't go back to sleep. Good times.

Sunday, June 29, 2008


This has been the worst weekend I've spent in a while. I won't go into much detail, mainly because it isn't all my own business and I'd rather not rehash. However, my face still hurts from Thursday and the pills they gave me make me crazy, but don't really help much and make me sick to my stomach. Sorry that I didn't get a chance to blog under the influence, but every time I'd take one, I wound up staring at the wall or looking at the pretty colors in books for a while. I probably wouldn't have made anything coherant! :)

Anyways, the weekend is almost over, so hopefully things will get better. I have faith!

Friday, June 27, 2008

Does anyone happen to know where Steve is? It's 3:30 a.m. and he's still not home.

Geez, I'm all for hanging out with friends, but you'd think he'd eventually come home. He must be feeling better.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

It never ends!

This morning I had a dentist appointment at 7:50 a.m. When I arrived and waited an hour to be called back, even after some other guy had been called back, I was finally told that my appointment wasn't until 8:40. I not only wrote down the date and time when I made the appointment, but I remember asking the person to repeat the date and time to make sure there were no mistakes. I didn't make a fuss because it didn't really matter, I was already going to be later to work than I thought.

I have been meticulously taking care of my teeth lately because I haven't been to the dentist in two years. It wasn't for lack of trying. Every time I'd make an appointment, they would cancel it. So I was cleaned, flossed, and mouthwashed within an inch of my life when I went in.

The hygienist is very sweet. She knows Steve really well, so she believes she knows me well by association. She's also always asking when I'm going to have babies. Sheesh. Anyways, the appointment goes by swimmingly until she takes a good look at my x-rays. I have one tooth that has been sensitive for a while, but I thought it had something to do with an old filling I have in that tooth. Nope. Apparently, I have a cavity. The first cavity I've had in over17 years! Not only do I have a cavity, but it's in an odd spot, so they can't give me a filling. In a bit less than an hour, I'm going to have to go and have a root canal. I'm scared to death. I hate dental procedures, especially invasive ones. I begged them if I could be sedated, and they are going to allow it. They proscribed some pills for me to take, but I hope they give me something stronger when I get to the dental surgeon. I'm such a baby about things like this. :(

I feel even worse because Steve has to take me and pick me up. He wasn't feeling well, and had called in sick to work, and now he's got to deal with me instead of feeling better. I hate this! All I wanted was to go to the dentist, go to work, and do my daily Kelly stuff. Was that too much to ask? Boo.

On the bright side, though, maybe I'll get some good pills or something out of this and I can entertain myself by blogging under the influence and then coming back to see if I made any sense. :)

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Just FYI

OK! Everybody sing along!

You know you want to.

1) To Mr. Fathead Rudepants at the gym this morning: If you are going to turn one of the TVs off, maybe one someone is watching, during your brutal, extensive, 4 1/2 minute workout so as not to get distracted, could you please turn it back on when you walk away?

2) It would be nice if we could get our paper shipment in soon. We use a special kind of matte, adhesive-backed paper for signs and displays. With so many signs people need (and honestly, don't need), we tend to run out of this paper fairly quickly. When we load the last roll into the printer, I usually alert Sam so that he can put in an order. This way we have very little down time in between jobs. My boss ordered a couple of rolls about three weeks ago and we never received them. I finally just ran completely out of the paper, and I don't want to use the other paper we have because it makes the ink smear and we have to use spray adhesive to stick it down, which doesn't hold for long when it's humid. He called our supplier yesterday, and the idiots had lost our order and had nothing shipped out to us. I mean, it isn't like we don't order from these people on a regular basis. They know us. We do lots of business with them. I don't know why I'm surprised. They almost always have the wrong paper shipped to us if we alter our order at all. *Sigh* Bunch of savages in this business.

3) Mean old interwebs. Yesterday I went to a website I'm a member of so that I could enter a contest they were holding. Short version: They give you a question, you give your answer in 75 words or less. Seemed easy enough. So I thought and thought of what to say, typed it in, and hit enter. It took me to the place to sign in, so that one was on me. I signed in, thought and thought about how to reword my original entry, typed, retyped, and typed again. I wanted to make sure I had it just right, and I really liked my answer. So I hit enter, and it took me to the contest page again, but didn't give me a conformation that my entry went through. I thought that maybe it wouldn't do that for this particular contest, so I typed in a quick answer to the question without thinking much about it to see if it would give me a conformation or not and this time I DID get a conformation. Crap. So I went back to the contest page, retyped my original entry and hit enter. I get the message "You may only enter this contest once." I could have eaten my own face. So much for winning that contest.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Even though I'm sure I would have power to spare, the first person who tries to plug an iPod into me is going to get hurt. Unless you buy me dinner first.

1) Apparently it wasn't food poisoning. I had some kind of stomach virus or something similar. Now I feel bad for trashing what was left of mom's wedding cake! :(

2) Do you know what is almost as good as thinking you see a friend at a store, running over to greet them, and realizing it isn't them just in time to detour and not to embarrass yourself? Thinking you see a friend in a store, being detained from running over to greet them, feeling kind of bad you didn't get to say hello before they were gone, and then finding out later that the friend wasn't even in town, couldn't have been the person you thought it was and you avoided embarrassing yourself by accident. Yeah.

3) It's perfectly natural for someone who knows you not to remember everything about you, right? Even the unusual stuff, mainly because they have their own thing going on and can't think about you constantly. However, is it normal for you to forget things about yourself? I Netflixed (is that even a real verb?) the series "The Tudors" and was watching the first disk when I suddenly remembered that years ago, Josh and I used to take lessons for medieval court dances with Huntsville's SCA? We were good at it, too! How could I forget that? I had forgotten we ever even went to the SCA meetings. We were going to join, but for some reason or another we didn't. Wow, that would have sent me crashing over the edge of the Geek precipice, wouldn't it? Probably for the best.

4) Speaking of that fabled Geek-Precipice. I don't know how many of you watch the new Dr. Who, but I for one love it. No, I don't think you understand. I. Love. It. I've been kind of sad about it recently, though, because I found out that it's going on hiatus until 2010. Well, excepting Christmas specials and the like. I really like David Tennant (meow) in the role of the Doctor, and who knows if he'll be back in the role when the show returns. So, we were watching the show on Sunday (Steve downloads the new episodes from England instead of waiting for them to be broadcast from BBC America, so we are one episode ahead) and they showed the previews of the season finale, and it is going to be geek paradise. Not only are they going to have the Doctor and his current companion, Donna, they are going to have Martha Jones, Rose Tyler (sqee), what is left of the Torchwood team (double squee), Daleks, Sarah Jane and her kiddies, and pretty much every one and everything of awesomness that has been a part of the new Dr. Who world since they revived the series!!! YAY! My head went *poof* and I think I might have an idea of how Steve feels when he finds out there is a new Han Solo figure he doesn't have. My transformation into a super-geek is complete. No more cool points. Take my dollies and go home. Am I proud of this? Not really, but I figure I had nothing to lose after telling you I took lessons in medieval court dancing.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Wow. Quite a weekend.

Just like the past three nights, I can't sleep, so I thought I'd post a quick note thanking some of you for the prayers and finger crossings. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary at the wedding reception. In fact, I was the annoying one with the camera! My only problem with that was I borrowed the work Nikon (awesome camera) but I couldn't find the fast shutter setting until it was almost over, and some of the pictures got blurred. Good thing my Aunt and Uncle had little to no confidence in my ability to take pictures, and brought their own cameras. The important ones came out, so no troubles.

Right now I'm at my mother's house, taking care of my brother while mom is on her honeymoon. Let me tell you, my mom is superwoman if she does all of this on a regular basis. Not that Tommy is difficult or anything. In fact, it's rare that you find a man who doesn't talk, so now he knows all of my secrets and he won't tell anyone! :) Honestly, though, if he could suddenly talk, I wouldn't care if my secrets ended up on national news. (Not that they would make much news, unless it was to effectively crown me the World's Most Boring Woman. ) At any rate, it's hard taking care of a 40 year old invalid, but I think we're doing OK so far. He may harbor hate of me in his heart for the way I had to get him into bed, but we're both kind of new at me taking full care of him, so maybe he'll make allowances. He has to or I just won't feed him! Mwahahahaha.

Speaking of food, I've been subsusting on leftover reception food and I think I caught a slight case of food poisoning from it. I think it was the wedding cake. *shudder* It makes me sick to think of it. I hate bakery cakes and bakery icing, so I'm not sure why I ate it except for the fact that there is a metric ton of cake left and we have to get rid of it in some way. Yuck. At my next wedding, no cake, just margaritas.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Eventually, I will explain to you all of the issues I have about my mother getting married and you'll see that they aren't childish or petty, they have nothing to do with this man not being my father, nothing to do with me NOT wanting my mother to be happy, and that they are actually understandable. I'm not a child, after all.

For those of you who have already decided that I'm being immature and unreasonable, screw you.
For the rest of you, just keep your fingers crossed for me.

That is all.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I am furious. FURIOUS!

OK, well, the second furious may have been a bit excessive, but I am mad.

You've heard me talk about my flake of a VP completely ignoring the fact that I do a great deal of work around here and that I actually come up with ideas that she thinks are good, but only when other people reiterate them for me. Well, today she just topped herself on my behalf.

We were in a meeting this morning with a couple of guys from a media company who have been in development of a mascot for our camp. They asked to hear about the ways we planned on using the character (i.e. print work, film, Flash & etc.) so that they would know what changes to make, or at least what kind of files we will require. VP said, and I quote, "Well, Sam, Rodney and Andrew are the ones who you will most need to be concerned about."

I just sat there. Um, excuse me, but aren't I a member of the design team? Will I not need to tell them what I might need to do my job? No? Well.....(*%^&%@ you lady, and the horse you rode in on. I was so pissed I could barely talk. The lady obviously feels that my importance is only equal to my ability to fill space and make sure things are spelled right. However, she is one of the first people in line to make sure I know I've dropped a ball somewhere.

Her mom.

1) I think my boss is on crack. Since we are getting a new Space Camp Barbie soon, I've been making different things for displays we'll have in the gift shop. One of the things I've done is a 3 foot Barbie standee. He has had to carry that thing around with him to different meetings, and he came into my office yesterday saying in a high screechy voice "I got a Barbie under my arm! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" He also keeps trying to bend her arms, but since she's made of foam board, she isn't exactly articulated. Seriously, the dude is cracked.

2) Either things at the gym are getting easier, or I did something wrong this morning. I actually felt good when I left. Maybe I'm just getting used to the routine or something. I still think that I'm supposed to be doing more cardio work, but my legs don't like it. I've never really had much trouble with my legs, so I'm not sure what's causing it. Meh, I'll figure it out.

3) There was a giant cockroach in the hallway at work this morning and I had to kill it myself. I hate the little bastardly things, seriously. I didn't touch it with any part of my body (I employed a large cardboard tube to both beat it to death and transport it to the trash) but I still feel unclean. UNCLEAN!!

4) I've been very blah lately. I don't like it. Blah-ness shouldn't be something I have to deal with. Boo.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


4) Something that annoys you about yourself that other people probably like?
When I was a teenager, a very good friend of mine once told me that I always seemed to hurt people's feelings without realizing it. I was horrified, mainly because I, of course, didn't realize I was doing that to people. I'm still not sure what I did for her to tell me that, but that made me much more careful of other people's feelings. I'm sure people appreciate it, and I'm glad to do it. However, at this point, I'm so afraid I'm going to offend someone that I sometimes become hypersensitive and think I've offended someone by saying or doing something that I worry about it until I can apologize. Usually, the person I'm afraid I've offended has no idea what I'm talking about, so my apologies don't make sense. Of course, then I just feel stupid for apologizing. I just can't help myself, I worry! Although I figure that most people like that I care about their feelings, I would LOVE to find a happy medium here.
5) Something that frustrates you?
I don't understand why people don't want to be honest. Granted, I'm not talking about being honest without the use of tact (although between you and me, sometimes you have to do it that way) but people lie about some of the most ridiculous things when telling the truth would work just as well. It's even worse when you find out you have been lied to by someone you trust, and I'm a firm believer that most people will find out you've lied to them, given enough time. I have worked with two compulsive liars and went to school with at least one I knew of, over the years, and they lied about stuff that didn't even make sense. It drove me crazy. I don't even understand the idea of lying to spare someones feelings. Well, I mean, I understand the theory of it, but I also think that the truth is usually the best thing as long as you tell them in a delicate way. I'm not going to tell you I've never lied, but when I do I kind of loathe myself for it. It just seems so stupid and wrong. I dunno. Just MHO.
6)Your ideal vacation?
My idea vacation begins with going someplace to relax and not have to have a schedule at all. Wherever I would go would have to be a place where I could reach the beach by walking and have and streets lined with small shops and restaurants so that I could just walk from place to place at my leisure. It would be a place where I wouldn't have to stand in lines, or get stuck in the middle of crowds. There would be lots of interesting places to see and take pictures of, stuff of historical interest, and a kick ass old cemetery would also be nice. I'd be able to stay in an old house turned into a B&B and there would be antique stores nearby in case I wanted to browse. I wouldn't have to go anywhere or do anything unless I just wanted to and there would be nothing obligatory to deal with. If I traveled with someone, we wouldn't have to spend the whole time together unless we just wanted to see the same things, so we could just go do our own thing and then meet for lunch and after that, find something we both want to do if we wanted to. I'd just want to be able to relax and read, watch TV, walk, explore or whatever without having to worry about doing it in any certain order. Yes, please.

Wow, when you weed out the repeat questions, there really isn't much left!

Monday, June 16, 2008

I don't know if I have mentioned it, but Butler is molting again. Yes, yes, yes, I know dogs don't molt. Well, they aren't supposed to, anyways, but Butler certainly looks like it. His hindquarters look kind of crazy (but don't tell him I said that. He's always worrying that Cleatus is laughing at him, so I keep telling him that he looks fine.)

To see if I could fix his fur problem, I went to Target the other day and bought a special kind of dog brush that is supposed to remove the undercoat that keeps puffing out of his fur. It works great, as far as I have been able to use it. Bear will not let Butler get near me for long outside, and since I don't want another Back Yard Death Cage Match with me in the middle, I have really only gotten to brush Butler a little bit. Bear, Mr. Alpha-Dog himself, condescends to let me brush him all I want, though, and it always looks like I've sheared a black sheep out in the back yard. Butler, when I can get to him, looks as if he enjoys the brushing, but has to keep moving so as not to incite the wrath of the Dark One. Before I realized what was going on, I just thought Butler didn't like being brushed, so I was chasing him around the patio yelling "Sit still, wretched animal! The other dogs are going to laugh at you! You're molting again! Let me brush yooooooooooouuuuuuu!"

Yeah, the neighbors were loving that.

I love my dogs.

1) Is it normal to feel like your going to throw up in the middle of a workout? No? Just me? OK, then...

2) Blinkers, people. Use your frakin' BLINKERS! Why is this so difficult for you? Do you want me to hit you? Do you want me to keep going the same speed so that you are forced to speed up and then cut me off? I would slow down if I knew you wanted over! Please don't make me become another statistic of road rage.

3) I am really enjoying my Agatha Christie audio novels. I always forget how funny she is. Oh, and speaking of books, I actually had time to read one this weekend! I haven't done that in ages.

4) So, my mother is getting married on Friday. Yep. Whee.

5) Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go and digitally spray paint a Barbie. Happy Monday!

Friday, June 13, 2008

Ok, yes, this is a meme post. HOWEVER, before you run screaming into the night, this one is a bit different. I've culled out the questions I've answered a million times (and quite frankly, if you don't know my favorite color and restaurant by now, you never will) and tried to only answer the ones I don't think I've ever done before. That didn't leave me with many questions to answer, so I will be thorough. So, you might learn something new. Or not.


1) The Meanest Thing You've Ever Done?
Eeesh. OK, well, bear with me here. When I was 15, I was at a friend's house and I was bored. I randomly picked up a notebook I found in her room and realized it was her diary. Instead of putting it away like I should have, I read it and found out that she had had sex with a guy friend of mine that she had only met once or twice. I was kind of shocked, mainly because at that age, in my circle, sex was fairly undiscovered country, especially random, casual sex. Since I couldn't tell her I read her diary, I couldn't ask her about it, but I still wanted to know if it were true or if it were just one of those 'wishes' that girls sometimes write in their diaries. So I called the guy friend of mine and just casually mentioned that my friend was pregnant by some random guy she had slept with. He panicked, hung up on me, and told his mother that he had gotten a girl pregnant. There was a scene, to say the least, and I had to tell this friend I had not only read her diary, but that I lied to Random Guy and caused him to freak out. I also had to talk to his mother and tell her I lied, and that guy was no longer my friend after that. The worst part is that I don't know if I ever really got to apologize to her because she got killed in a car accident not long after that happened. I still cringe when I think about doing that.
2) Your Secret Indulgence?
Although it seems overly girly for me, I wear expensive perfume. I love it, it smells good, but it really costs more than I should spend on something that frivolous. To make matters worse, I don't tell people what it's called when they ask because I don't want anyone else I know to buy it and wear it. It's not a popular brand, as far as perfume goes, but I still just want to be the only one I know who has it. Stupid, I know.
3) Something You Like About Yourself That Probably Annoys Other People?
Although I am not always as accurate as I would like, I am good at knowing stuff about people without being told outright. I guess it's really all a matter of listening to what they say, watching how they act and react, and paying attention to the things they do. My dad was a very perceptive person, so I guess I learned from him. I think it annoys people sometimes because I see things about them that they don't always want to be seen, which is usually the less noble aspects, and I can sometimes tell what they are thinking, which freaks people out. I can't do this with everyone I know, though, and that drives me nuts!

I'll finish this later, I need to go print some stuff
A Morning Haiku

I am so tired
Damn the ideals of beauty
I can't move my legs

Thursday, June 12, 2008


I feel like such a rodent right now.

A friend of mine called me while I was having a meeting in my office. He sounded a bit strange, but the guy is a bit strange, so I didn't think anything of it. I asked how he was and he said that his grandfather was in ICU because he fell off of the roof while fixing some shingles. Then he asked if it was a bad time to talk. My hands were kind of tied, because the guy was sitting in my office, so I had to tell my friend to call back in a couple of hours. I think he was really upset, and I basically brushed him off.

Boo on me. :(

1) Steve got a new toy. I don't know the name of it, but it's a GPS system for the truck, and as GPS systems are likely to do, it tells you how to get to where you're going. Personally, it freaks me out a bit because it talks to you. However, it seems to be very accurate, so hopefully it will be useful for us. You know, because we travel so much. To places we aren't familiar with. *koff* I just hope he leaves it alone while he's driving. You hear me, Steve? Please don't kill me!

2) I didn't get a chance to eat my protein bar thing when I got back from the gym yesterday and I could really tell a difference in the way I felt the rest of the day. In fact, I finally had to leave a little early because my arms and legs felt like exploded fireworks. That's a weird way to describe it, but accurate. At any rate, I'm getting a bit more used to everything at the gym, so maybe it won't be a huge waste of my time when it's all said and done. I'll just have to remember to follow the nutritionist's suggestion about what to do after I'm finished.

3) Part of me feels like I should be offended by this and part of me thinks it's funny, so I'm going to go with funny with a touch of righteous indignation. I don't need awards for doing my job, but I do appreciate a nice "Thank You" or "Good Idea." Twice in the past couple of weeks, I've been ignored (while standing right in their faces) while my boss got the props for something I had done. Not the "Wow, thanks to you and your team!" stuff that is acceptable, but a "Thank you, Sam" for something he hadn't done at all. I don't blame my boss for this, though, because he didn't go asking for it. One very busy day, I got a request for a display that was both huge and ridiculous. Even though I was so busy I hadn't even had time to eat lunch, I stopped everything I was doing and fixed the stupid thing for them. I had to carry it down to our new building, and my boss happened to see me walking with this 10 foot thing and helped me carry it down. When we handed it over, the lady turned to him and said "Thanks, Sam!" but didn't say anything to me at all. If it hadn't been so stupid, I would have probably been angry. I was more surprised than anything. A week or two later, we were having our weekly meeting and we were doing a brainstorming session on new ways to market our place, (I was behaving myself this day, so I can't even blame what happened on my goofiness) and I came up with the idea to market the camp separately to boys and girls, the way a lot of places and products tend to do. The VP just nodded. A few minutes later, Sam said "I think Kelly had a good idea when she said..." and he reiterated my idea. She smiled and said "Great idea, Sam!" SIGH. Lowest rung on the totem pole...lowest rung.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Wow. No offence, Amy, but I can't believe I scored higher than you.

Your Score: Geek Aspirant

You scored 54 out of 60

If you don't consider yourself a geek, perhaps you could start.

If you do, you're probably mad at me for picking ambiguous quotes. (I swear they're the best IMDB had to offer... you might want to re-watch some of your movies).

I bet my boss thinks I'm drunk.

My "Goofy Switch" went off in our weekly meeting this morning, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shut it off. Normally I have a pretty good handle on being appropriate, but I just couldn't do it at all today.

We are working with a design company to develop a robot "mascot" for the SpRocket, and in the process of discussing how we would change the initial design, I just lost my composure. I couldn't help it, really. It had such expressive eyes, and so I began with the voices. It went downhill from there. I had really gotten a hold on myself once we started talking real business, but our media liaison came in and got me started all over again. He is a former reporter for our CBS affiliate stations, and he is hilarious. He honestly just doesn't have a shred of shame anywhere about him, so what he thinks always comes out of his mouth. He is apparently in talks with a TLC show about a family of little people who will be coming to the SpRocket. Actually, I think they prefer to be called "People Of Smaller Stature" now, but that is neither here nor there. Anyways, he was trying to tell us what they were going to be here for and he called them midgets, which got me laughing. I couldn't stop. That made him laugh and he couldn't remember what he was talking about. Then one of our co-workers pulled the TLC website up and showed us all of the pictures of the family, and our VP of marketing started calling the members of the family who are not little people "Normal People" which got me laughing again. I couldn't stop. From then on, we just couldn't be serious anymore.

At some point the Mexican accent I have came out unbidden.

There are so not going to let me come to another meeting!

Monday, June 09, 2008


1) I'm really starting to like my gym, I think. It's kind of hard to tell when I'm retching and cursing at the machines, though. :) I've been trying to get up and go early so that Steve and I can carpool each morning. We like to drive in together so that we can have that 15 minutes or so to be goofy before the day begins. I've been getting to the gym at about 5:30 am and working out for about an hour; half cardio and half weights. I can already tell some ways that I'm getting stronger, even just after a week, but in a thousand other ways I'm still a big weenie. My legs start to hurt at about 15 minutes into walking on the treadmill, but I can usually finish my 30 minutes. I want to move up another level, but while my heart needs more speed to get to the right level, my legs tell me that they are strongly opposed to the idea. The ankle I sprained last month is giving me the worst problems, and then my knees. Boo. I love the elliptical machine, but my knees can't take that for very long. I guess I'll need to lose a few pounds before they stop hurting as much. I'm also starting to recognize some of the other members that I see there: Elliptical Lady, who is much larger than me, but can stay on that thing forever. She is a machine! I always cheer for her in my head while she's walking, because I can see how determined she is! Go Lady! Then there is Colonel Sanders, an elderly gent who lifts weights and always looks on the verge of collapse. There is No-Finger-Glove lady, Asian Grandma, and Tiny-Blond-Muppet lady. Then there is Tattoo Ted Kennedy who, of course, looks like Ted Kennedy but has a large blue snake tattooed on his forearm. He scares me a bit because he looks both like someone's grandpa, and like he could beat your ass without much prodding. I just hope I can keep up going. I enjoy it, except for the pain.

2) Yesterday while getting ready for church, I was helping Steve look for a pair of underwear that I had apparently misplaced when putting away laundry. While searching, I starting singing "Underpants are on the move, Underpants are loose..." to the tune of the theme song from that old Thundercats cartoon. I actually made it a decent way through the song before I realized I had no idea how I knew the words to a theme song I probably last heard when I was 9. What made it better, though, was when I stopped singing for a second, I hear Steve in the back of the house yelling "underpants, Underpants, UNDERPANTS, HO! This, of course, let to an all day brain song about underpants. Sometimes it's good to be married to a geek. :)

3) Since Grandma is in town, she asked if I could sing at church while she was visiting. I was going to sing a song last night that a former pastor bought for me when I was in high school and asked me to learn. It's fast and it's an old and I've always loved to sing it, so I picked up the tape and we hustled to church so I could practice. While I was waiting for it to rewind, the tape snapped! It was almost time for church, but Steve and I pealed off back home and I grabbed a CD of "I Can Only Imagine" and I listened to it in the car, but didn't really get to practice it at all. I guess I did OK, but I felt like I was eating the microphone and I was scared I'd forget he words. It all worked out, though, so yay.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

I don't think I'm handling things inside very well these days.

I'm tired of pretending everything is fine, but I don't have a choice because I'm supposed to be happy. Apparently, that is my job. I'll continue to pretend if I have to, but I hate it.

I tried explaining this to someone once, and I don't think I explained it right because all they said was not to worry. It's a bit late for that. It's too big for that.

Things that I love keep slipping away from me; people too. People can be so blind when they want to. Blind and willfully ignorant.

I'll explain more when I can, but I don't know if what is going on would make sense to anyone else right now.

I'm really, very unhappy. I don't know what to do.

I guess I'll get over it. I kinda have to.

Friday, June 06, 2008


My Life According to Google

Type in the following and choose the first result...

1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search
Kelly needs to dump Katherine Heigl - NOW! (Hmmm, I didn't even know we were seeing each other! Sorry, Kath...the public has spoken.)

2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
Kelly looks like a disturbingly cute mushroom. (It's the hair)

3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
Kelly does Hollywood! (Well, Dallas had been done to death already!)

4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
Kelly hates Japanese noiseless loos. (Absolutely. I want to wake the dead when I flush.)

5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:
Kelly goes "Show Biz" for spring tour. (I like the pizza, what can I say?)

6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
Kelly loves Tony. (Hey, Tony!)

7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Kelly eats boogers. (It used to be a secret. Now it's all over the net. *shame*)

8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
Kelly has fans and foes. (It's hard to be perfect. Some people love me, some hate me. What can I do?)

9: Type in "[your name] died" in Google Search:
Kelly died after suffering two strokes at the age of 83. (I shouldn't have been hand gliding.)

10: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
Kelly will visit for a laugh, the dirty truth, and witty banter. ( It's just how I roll.)

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Ah, now I get it!

Years ago, a very dear friend of mine and I were having a conversation in which he used the word "Tangent." I had no idea what the word meant at the time, so I had to stop and ask him what he meant by "Going off on a tangent."

--EDIT-- I just realized that by asking him to explain the word, we actually went off on a tangent!

As a way to explain, he drew a circle in the mulch and drew a line starting in the middle of the circle and extending through the side of it. The circle, he says, is your conversation. The line through it would be your tangent, meaning you interrupt the conversation and talk about something else for a moment. (I'm paraphrasing, of course. I can't remember what he was wearing or his exact words. This makes me feel oddly guilty.)

Anyways, I've always liked that little drawing and I've used it many times in my artwork , doodles or whatever because it brought back good memories of that day, I guess. I didn't even know for years that a tangent is also a math thing.

I just now Google-Image searched the word "Tangent" and now I know why I got so many weird looks when I had to explain what the strange little symbol I had drawn was. An actual tangent symbol is a bit different. They must've thought I was an idiot! Heeheehee.

Eh, who cares. I like our version better!

Wednesday, June 04, 2008


1) I wish I looked like Angelina Jolie. I'd even settle for looking like 18 months pregnant Angelina Jolie. Steve probably agrees. :)

2) I'm eating a salad. I don't really like salad. It's probably not all that good for me anyways because I put Thousand Island dressing on it. I want steak.

3) One of my teeth hurts! It's really sensitive to hot and cold, and it sometimes hurts to chew on that side. I hope it isn't cracked or something. Every time I've had a dental appointment in the past three years, the doctor has canceled it. I'm supposed to go next month for another expensive check-up. If anything is wrong with that tooth, I certainly hope that they can put me to sleep when they fix it. I will bite a bitch if I have to, but they will not do dental work on me while I know what's going on if I can help it. I hate going to the dentist. :P

4) I found out yesterday that I'm complicated. Meh.

5) I know that if you make cake in a muffin tin you can call them cupcakes. Yesterday I made pies in a muffin tin, so what do you call those? I don't usually like fruit pies, but I had some fresh cherries that were going to go bad if I didn't do something with them. I also decided to use up some other random baking ingredients that were getting in my way. I made Cherry pies with white and dark chocolate chips. Although they sound terrible, they are actually really, very good! Go me!

6) No, seriously, what do you call pies baked in a muffin tin? I don't like the sound of "CupPies."

7) As a shot in the dark, I added a show called "Jericho" into our Netflix cue. If anyone has watched it before, could you please let me know if it's good or not.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Several Entries ago I asked that you think of a word that describes me, Google-Image the word, and then pick one from the first page of results and send it to me without telling me the words you Googled. Here is what I got!

From Amy:

My guess is that she thinks I'm a crafty pirate. Arrrrrrgh!

From Aunt Brenda:She thinks I'm musical!

From last and certainly not least, MVF Kenny:

Well, I guess the words "Contorted Ballerina" came to mind. Uh...thanks, Kenny.

1) I'm disappointed with the way the IMAX lobby is going to wind up looking. The Dragon I made, although pretty bad-ass for what it is, will not support it's own weight. I had to stuff it with paper and some kind of polyester drop cloth material to retain it's shape, but I'm probably going to have to have it hung in the window rather than sitting on the base it's supposed to be on. My Darma doll is a complete mystery to the guys down there, even though I explained it, and the birds I hung from the balcony kind of don't make sense without the other stuff that was supposed to be there and didn't have enough time to finish. The decals I made still look good, so at least there is that. Oh well, you can't win them all, right? :)

2) If I have to make one more "Museum Parking" sign, I'm going to beat someone to death with my ruler. Seriously. If people visiting can't figure out where to park with all of the extensive existing signage, then they should be considered too stupid to drive.

3) In case you were wondering, my head is much better now. There are still lumps on it and they still hurt, but it doesn't feel like a mini-Everest under my hair anymore.

4) I got up and went to the gym at 5:30 yesterday morning. I'd love to pretend that is because I'm so dedicated, but it was mainly because I know that if I give myself enough time to think about going, I'll talk myself out of it. It wasn't so bad except for maybe the fact I wasn't fully awake. I also accidentally dropped a pencil into one of the Cybex machines and couldn't get it out. I didn't tell anyone because I was embarrassed. :)

Sunday, June 01, 2008


Friday night I got to have dinner with Sara! Here we are being supercutesexychicks right before we dove face first into Marble Slab ice cream. Hold onto your hats, folks...I let myself be photographed. I also photo shopped it, so NYEAH!