My Husband: The Procrastinator

Dear readers, 

I'm sorry to have been absent for so long.  First and foremost, my husband was supposed to blog to update everyone on how life had been at OCS in Newport, RI.  He has not done that and I can wait no longer.  Well, Newport is like a mini Annapolis and

 was very enjoyable.  We got home just in time to get the stomach flu for Christmas.  It was really such a treat to vomit intermittently during our first gift exchange.  Other than that the holidays have not been too crazy, just very relaxing.   Oh yes, and now Nick is an Ensign in the United States Navy currently enjoying some basket leave until early February.  He is stationed to the PCU Dewey (A precommissioned destroyer) based in Mississippi, but eventually en route to San Diego ("Discovered by the Germans") which is where I will eventually end up probably in October.  Nick should blog about this later, we shall see.  Here are some pictures from Graduation.

Also while Nick was gone our laptop ate its wireless file and became... generally... a piece of crap.  SO, Nick and I decided to get an iMac.  Mostly Nick, because I find Apple to be incredibly confusing.  Yes it is true that they offer online tutorials and conferences with apple geniuses to enhance the operational knowledge of my Mac.  Well, I don't want that.  How about an Apple brain transplant.  Consequently, have you noticed everyone at the Apple Store wears skinny jeans and has a side bang?  Male and female.  

Here is a list of things I don't like about our new iMac:

• I can't right click therefore do not know how to cut and paste
  
• The mouse is sub par
  
• The backspace button says delete, and the enter says return.  Well, Many happy returns I guess!!
  
• You can't just x out of something
  

Things I do like about the iMac:

• It has a humongous screen
  
• The computer is in the screen
  
• It's white
  
• Picture clarity
  
• Ability to have a chia pet on my desktop
  

I am sure I will learn to love it, but give me time!!!

Love, Kaley (AND Nick, cuz he's home now!)

Confession

I have a not so secret secret. If given a chance and if certain circumstances happened in my life, like clinical depression, I might become a cat collector. You know, those old ladies who have up to 200 feral cats living in their basement? Yeah. When they die the SPCA comes in and finds out they've been sleeping with a cat skeleton for eight years? That could be me. Or I just love cats. And would have three. Tops. So, from this confession comes this revelation. I think those misspelled cat captioned pictures are hysterically funny. I actually will sit and laugh-Out Loud- at these pictures. It is a sustained laugh too. I don't feel so bad about this because LP thinks that they are just as funny (and so does my mom). I don't think it's normal to think these are funny. I only like cat ones. And ones that make no grammatical sense.

Here is the picture that started it all:

And then this is the one that inspired me to blog tonight.

AND if you want to make your own you CAN! (Readers, I know your hearts just LEAPT for joy as you read that!) Use the website featured below. I was going to make one for this blog, but lacking the wit required for such a lofty task...I defer it to another day. Enjoy!

http://mine.icanhascheezburger.com/

You can imagine it will be a good thing when my husband comes home and I can cease to be a crazy cat lady. Or should I say "Stop beinz a Krazy katt ladi"

Anddddd I just crossed that line.

Love, Kaley

Music, cookies, and griping.

One week until I see my husband. I might burst from all of the enthusiasm this statement breeds! It will be so very nice to be reunited with my soul mate. You know.

On Tara's B-day she held a cookie decorating party...and I made Kaley and Nick cookies. I hope Nick thinks my rendition of his dress blues is up to par.

And this random santa cookie. You're welcome for that little treat I just gave you!

People let me tell you something. Teaching is one of the most stressful and overwhelming things you will ever do. But at Christmas people do really nice things for each other. There is hope for all mankind. Moving on from the warm fuzzies- Our County superintendent visited our school two days in a row. I shook his hand. Back to the Christmas concert which he attended- the second grade provided a little "musical snack" for the rest of the school by playing their flutophones. No they didn't play a song. They played a random assortment of notes. And a baby started crying. I think that is the sound that plays on repeat in Dante's Inferno. Seriously, if you thought eight year olds playing a violin was bad-try seven year olds on a "flut-o-phone". Bad. I'm not hating on them. I mean they did the best they could with the instruments they had.So there you have it.
Love, Kaley

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

Christmas carols, snow, twinkle lights, and holly. Christmas is here folks. I am 90% done my Chrismas shopping. Some of you are thinking "Really?! I haven't even started" while others are probably saying "Please! I finished before Thanksgiving!" If you would like to know the number one motivation of my early shopping it is that I get trampled by rowdy holiday crowds. Being petite in the mall during the frenzied atmosphere of December- it is unsafe! People knock into me, run me over, and generally perceive that I am invisible or impervious to pain. I am not complaining-just letting you know.

During the holidays I wonder what a rude person would do if you said "Did you know you are the rudest human being on God's green earth?" I wonder if they would be shamed by my accusation, or just go homicidal on me. I think this is why I have never asked. I am usually meek-in public. Not in real life.
Does anyone find it increasingly hard to shop for men? Husbands don't want a nice sweater and watch. They want new flatscreens, video game systems, and cameras. I guess someone could counter that argument by saying women want jewelery. Which I do (Nick are you reading this from OCS?)

Last but not least my mom, her best friend and daughter in law, and I (That sentence was jacked up, but I'm not going back to fix it) went to see "A Christmas Carol". This is my mothers favorite holiday story of redemption. She can rank the different versions of it and name actors who have played the best Ebenezer Scrooge. We went to see the Colonial Players perform this holiday classic in Naptown. I did not realize the theatre was 10x10 and I had to struggle not to make eye contact with Tiny Tim (Who IS the next Billy Gilman FYI) It was corny, but enjoyable. Scrooge was amazing. The ghost of Christmas future (or yet to come) was a little kid in a hooded robe with a creepy mask on. It looked like a jawa from Star Wars-and it fah-reaked me out! When we left the actors were lined up to meet us. Just before we passed Ebenezer my mom says to me "Oh you know I'm shaking his hand!" I'll leave you with my favorite "A Christmas Carol" lines.

"Are there no workhouses? Are there no prisons?"



"Come in and know me better, man!''

"I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody."

Two weeks and one day

Hello,
Good news. My husband is done Officer Candidate School in the aforementioned amount of time. He is then coming home to spend time with me. Then we might move to San Diego or Norfolk... or I might not move if he deploys as soon as he is stationed. So, I guess I could make a tree diagram for all of my options. Well, Nick went to Boston for Thanksgiving and visited the Sam Adams Brewery. He sent me this picture:

I know- a bald Nick! Weird.

Yesterday was my birthday! 23 feels really different...not! My husband sent me flowers though he is shacked up at OCS, so that was nice. And Tara baked me a cake and my parents took me out to dinner. So all in all it was a very happy b-day :)
Love, Kaley