On weddings, classrooms, and various other sordid details.

I have to go to a new math program training tomorrow and I also got a letter in the mail from my fav. student. This got me to thinking... I really miss my little guys. 

She signed her letter by saying:
P.S. What does P.S. mean? (And I didn't even have to lie to her!)

On a totally unrelated note, amidst all the ribbon tying (See below...150 of those suckers! Thanks LP) I was remembering how I felt when my BFF Tara got married. I remember helping her change in the bathroom and feeling really bereft. I cried the ENTIRE way down the aisle. I kind of wanted to hold her hand the entire day...but she had a husband to do that. And when she drove away in the car with her new husband I lost it and became a blubbering fool. [Not because I thought she made a big mistake (she married the kindest man on God's green earth) but because I felt like I was going to lose my best friend! I no longer feel that way... she is right here and we spend lots of time together.]

So I guess my point of reflection is that I wonder how I will act when I walk down the aisle to Sue Tice's celtic stylings...will I feel sobtastic or will I be unable to wipe the smile off my face? It remains to be seen I guess. Five days folks and you will know.

Love, Kaley (Who can't WAIT to get married and doesn't want to go to Glen Burnie to get trained in the "EnVision" math program tomorrow!)

Wedding...soon!

It's recently been hard to blog because my life has been consumed with wedding planning... tying ribbons, stuffing envelopes, being a brat to the photo counter guy at CVS because he didn't IMMEDIATELY print out the pictures I wanted... and so forth.

Let me just put it out there that after six years I am SO ready to get married. Waiting six days even is torturous. I can't wait to celebrate! And I get to marry Nick who just happens to be the man of my dreams and is really nice to me when I do things like yell at the CVS kid and then make him go in and get the pictures because I am too embarrassed.

Nick and I are going to be in Cozumel this time next week! Maybe we will be visiting some Aztec or Mayan ruins... whichever native peoples populated cozumel.. I don't know... I teach third grade. Kids don't even know what town they live in, so I feel safe not knowing that.

I recently saw a book called "Lies my teacher told me" and at first it made me mad, but then I was thinking... I'm pretty sure I lied to my kids at least a handful of times through the year.

Things I lied about:
1. The fish dying when I really just gave it to the janitor b/c I didn't feel like cleaning his bowl

2. Calling their parents... I never did.

3. That I have all the states memorized, but I don't. I don't even know where half of them are.

Things I didn't lie about:
1. The appropriate (and inappropriate) usage of the word "Ass"

2. Marsupials, I read a book, I know alot.

3. The old addage "Treat others how you want to be treated"



So, I think this wraps up my post folks. PS I loved my class I really did. And I didn't lie to them...much.



Love, Kaley (Nick is at his BACHELOR party...which is golfing)

Why having skin cancer is not fun sometimes.

I have recently been driven to think on my cancerous situation. Though I only had basal cell carcinoma... which is currently all gone... I am at risk of developing a worse skin cancer possibly b/c I am as pale as death and it runs in the family.

I have had three people comment that my two inch scar on my neck looks like a hickey. In fact, the school janitor approached me and grabbed me by the arm to say: "If that man is hungry, give him something to eat" To which I'm thinking... How does she know Nick is hungry? Maybe she knows I'm not a good cook and she is encouraging me to learn...

How mistaken I was. She meant I had a hickey on my neck... Yes, maybe if he had a fang!!!! (Right TP?) So, my scar looks like an inappropriate expression of affection, but I guess in a week and a half I'll be married and be allowed to have hickeys?

Also, everyone is getting really tan. My mom, Nick, everyone that populates the planet earth. AND tanning. So when I went kayaking with Tara, Ben, and Nick I had to lather on the spray spf lotion... which is sticky but convienient. (BTW, I currently have spf on my person at any given time b/c of my current predictament) I showed the guidance counseler at school my slight tan line...despite my spf... and she actually said "Wow, I thought you had no pigment, but it turns out you actually have some color!" :(

So I'm just saying, I can't tan because I might die. And you might die too from the UVB and UVA... but nobody really cares to put spf on b/c it "won't" happen to them. But it might! And it kind of hurts my feelings when people say it won't happen to them.

Think about it folks. Wear your SPF... avoid a two inch scar....

Love, Kaley

PS I think it's time to invest in one of these tees

Nick loves babies.

I may suffer later for posting this, but I would like you to know.

Nick loves babies.

He enjoys playing with children and toddlers. He wanted to hold baby Xander. And he loves playing in the pool with Gisela. I am going to wrap this post up so Nick discovers it after I've posted it... but in case any of you married couples are thinkin' about reproducing- I know a willing babysitter!

Kaley

Success!

And there you have it. Baby Xander.

Tired!

I'm tired, but never too tired to blog. Nick is currently living in Watergate Village and is out getting some milk and cereal at Royal Farms. Faced with the knowledge that he may be mugged and killed... I will blog away my time waiting for a phone call to confirm he is alive.

Today one of my students told me I must give him my first born child. This is the same student I think might come back and kill me one day. Little does he know, this just adds fuel to the fire.

Also, My brother (Marshall) and his girlfriend had baby #2 yesterday. They named him Xander Armetta Miller. One day he is going to grow up and join the X-men...because you kind of almost have to with a name like that (pronounced X-ander not Zander). So, here I am holding the little bundle of 6 lbs 12 oz and 21 in. I one day hope to have babies that small and not mammoth babies like my poor mother had to birth.

Well, the whole point of this was to post a picture of the baby. I have spent the past ten minutes trying to find the card that holds this... but I only found my Granddad's 80th birthday part (3 years ago) and christmas. My parents don't delete anything!

Shout out to my bff's new blog. Read it. Love it. Comment on it. I love her.

Peace, Kaley... and Nick even though he's far away (with no internet access...YET)

Friends, (Blogged with the all consuming knowledge that I look dumb in a hat)

Nick and I are having an eventful weekend. We moved Nick's mom out of her apartment yesterday, and then moved all that stuff into our own apartment...plus some. Oh, and there was a torrential downpour while moving.

And so, since Nick is a man, he scheduled a baseball game for yesterday night. We made it, but barely. Because moving is hard. And because Nick's best man is perpetually late.

Highlights on the Red Sox vs. Orioles baseball extravaganza.

• I was reduced to a fit of giggles out of JOY because I experienced one of the best "waves" EVER! Fantastic


• Manny Ramirez hit his 500 homerun, which Nick informs me is quite the feat. I am proud of Manny. I have a Manny Ramirez t-shirt. Nick was excited. He couldn't sit down for, like, three innings.


• A real conversation between me and my future husband:
  

"Would you have asked me out on a date if I liked the Yankees?"

(Long Pause) "...Maybe"

Please don't make fun of the hat or how busted we look in the above pictures. Nick's mom lives up THREE butt kicking flights of stairs. My calves almost abandoned my body, it was that painful. Big shout out to my BFF Tara who gave me a painted plate and helped me scrub and deconstruct boxes. That's what Hetero-life mates are for! (I love her). And then even went to get some gyros from the Greek fest and still finished moving on time!

Love, Kaley and Nick

PS This is what Nick did during my blogging: