Fame

Well, I've been wondering what to post about now that... I'm famous!  Uhm, just kidding.  But in case you hadn't seen, I am featured on Sara Watkin's website.  Where it says "Tell Sara About Your Show Experience".  Too bad my post wasn't chalk full of musical musings and not to mention it was slightly silly.  

Anyhow, I went with TP and her husband to the Mac store.  I found out that I can create a hard backed album from iPhoto.  And it was cheap.  So I ran immediately to my iMac to construct a wedding album.  Which should be shipped in 3-4 days.  We'll see how it turns out.  I'm thinking it's going to look like the bomb.  

Teacher notes: It got warm enough to wear a dress I'd been hoarding from a Loft sale.  And warm enough to get the pollen count up to 5,500.  Ahhh!  Kids with swollen faces every-where!  But back to my point.  It was very sunny at recess, so I stood under a tree to protect myself from the sun's cancerous rays.  I may have to start bringing in my Mexican Skin Cancer Hat!  Then as I was walking in from recess, a little girl says to me:

"Are you wearing white stockings?"  (I wasn't!)

I reply "Are you saying that because my legs are so pale?"

She thinks a minute "Yeah, that's why"

:(  I worked hard to get my deathly pallor!!! (Right Aunty M?)

Oh, and I got to talk to my husband this week on a port call.  He is learning a lot and restoring my faith in all the money spent on getting two Macs so we can iChat.  It was heavenly and lifted my spirits!  I could go on and get uncomfortably sentimental, but I'll refrain for the sake of my readers.  

Well, peace out folks, 

Love, Kaley

Sara Watkins Concert

LP and I went to see Sara Watkins at the 9:30 club last night.   Anyway, being super creepy ,we got there two hours before the concert for the early doors.  Our dedication paid off, because we got front row seats.  Unfortunately so did the weird 13 year old girl who sat next to me and wore a glo stick necklace and bracelet- and let out several 30 second "Woooooo's".  

Please note my shock and awe when Sean Watkins filed out right behind his sister.  You could have blown me over with a feather.  The concert was perfection.  Sara Watkins literally has the voice of an angel.  And was wearing some pretty sweet cowboy boots.  

I sat so close to them, not even ten feet away, that I had to master my facial expression.  I had to reign in the awe and try to look normal.  I'm not sure I succeeded.  

After the concert I met Sara and gave her the very creepy news that a fiddle player played the melody to This Side as our bridal recessional.  I'm not sure if she felt honored or if this gave her the creeps.  Either way, it was cool.  

Then Lp and I waited in the lobby to see if Sean would come out.  And he did!  And we loitered around him creepily as he talked to a friend.  I was able to talk to him as a semi normal human being and LP graciously took my picture with him.  Twice.  I have met my favorite musician twice.  And was even able to say "'Blinder's On' is the best thing I have ever heard"

All in all a perfect night.  Except for dayglo girl.

Love, Kaley

PS please excuse all of my facial expressions.  It is a Myers curse to be struck with a crazy face when in a harrowing situation.

Update from the JPJ

I would like to extend a big ole thank you to the technology age.  Sure your driving us to become creepy recluses, but I can get an email from my husband from a warship in the middle of the pacific!  And that is something for which I feel truly blessed.  

Here is an excerpt from his most recent email:

"I went to the gym for the first time tonight.  It was a bit difficult
running on the treadmill because the ship rocks back and forth so I
definitely had to grab onto the bar a couple of times but I got the hang
of it after a little while."

I hope I have not leaked any sensitive naval information.  When I imagine Nick on the ship, I kind of imagine the waves spraying off of the sides with a sunset off the starboard side and him at the helm, his one piece, zip up coveralls ruffling in the wind.  Maybe there are a couple of dolphins jumping in the... spray next to the boat.  Geez, I've got to brush up on my oceanic vocabulary.  

Love, Kaley

PS I am going to stop saying crap on this blog.  It seems crass.  I could think of way more creative ways to be crass anyway.

Thoughts on Long Distance Marriage

Long distance marriage forces you to face a lot of facts.  I mean, marriage in itself is like a big mirror being put up in your face saying "Hey, you are NOT as good at life as you thought!"  So far long distance marriage has taught me that I can indeed go to an airport alone:  And survive!

Gods little sanctification process feels a little like this Chronicles of Narnia (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) passage where Eustace is being de-dragonfied by Aslan:

"Then the lion said-but I don't know if it spoke-'You will have to let me undress you'.  I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now.  So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.  And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever felt.  The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.  You know- if you've ever picked the scab of a sore place.  It hurts like billy--oh, but it is such fun to see it coming away...."

So that's how I feel.  Hurt, but hopefully I'll see some crap (or barnacles) getting schleeped off my smarmy soul in the coming months.  And hopefully I'll say it hurts like billy-oh.  

Love, Kaley

April 21

My husband left on deployment today for two months.  Which makes me wonder...will I get to talk to him on our one year wedding anniversary?  Here are some lyrics from Fiction Family to sum up the way I feel:

My cover is blown
I'm faded and dreary
When my love is away
My cover is blown
When (he) leaves me alone
I'm weathered and weary
The night turns to days
When my love is away

I could treat you to a diatribe on this little lyrical number, but I'll just leave it up to your lofty imaginations...

Blog Promise:  I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.. NO WAIT.  

I solemnly swear that I will scrape all the barnacles off of my crusty heart and write only happy, uplifting, possibly humorous blogs from this point on.  

Love, Kaley

PS  Last year the "large" vocabulary word my class remembered most was livid.  This year it is melancholy.  Is that a sign or something?

OH, and LP and I are going to see SARA WATKINS on saturday.  So I will look forward to this little treat in the upcoming week.

Navy Wife Blues

I haven't lived with my husband but for 1 month this year.  (2009)  I will not live with him again in 2009, except maybe two/three weeks.  I just wanted everyone to know that.  And the really unfortunate thing about this situation is that I really enjoy living with my husband.  I know!  A strange thought.  He's my best friend in the whole world.  He has blonde hair and blue eyes.  He is serving the country I love.  He's the reason I yell at my class if they don't give The Pledge Of Allegiance the proper respect.  

L.M. Montgomery hates cats

I thought about blogging about many things, but decided on this.  Somehow baring my melancholy soul doesn't seem to gel with the public opinion.  My friend April has recently gotten me into Anne of Green Gables.  Here is an excerpt from "Anne of the Island" that I particularly enjoyed.  

"Who of us knows anything about chloroforming a cat?"  demanded Anne gloomishly.  

"I do, honey.  It's one of my few-sadly few- useful accomplishments.  I've disposed of several at home.  You take the cat in the morning and give him a good breakfast.  Then you take an old burlap bag-there's one in the back porch-put the cat on it and turn over him in a wooden box.  Then take a two-ounce bottle of chloroform, uncork it, and slip it under the edge of the box.  Put a heavy weight on top of the box and leave it till evening.  The cat will be dead, curled up peacefully as if he were asleep.  No pain-no struggle."  

And this little beauty

"Kittens have to be drowned, I admit, or the world would be overrun.  But no decent, grown-up cat should be done to death-unless he sucks eggs"

Further proof that L.M. Montgomery hates all felines.  Also, I have been overtaken by Anne of Green Gables lingo such as "I'm dreadfully sorry" and thinking of dryads, fairies, and the like.  And long for the day when you could go to the store, mussy up some green muslin and sew myself up a dress!

Ok!  Enough!

Love, Kaley

School

This week my class is reading the story "The Go Around Dollar".  This is a pretty confusing story where a little fiction story about a dollar being circulated is mixed in with huge descriptive non-fiction paragraphs about money.  

While at the back table we had read that only dead people get their faces on money.  So one girl goes "Oh, so when my grandma dies, she'll be on the dollar!" and I said "No, only famous people get on money like Susan B. Anthony and Sacagawea"  so then my other student goes "Travis Pastrana!" and I said "He's not dead!"  Maybe that was only funny if you were there.  

While passing a fellow teacher I asked if she had watched "The Hills".  Later that day a little girl came up to me and says "Ohhh my mom watches the Hills.  I know all the characters: Lauren, Heidi, Spencer, Audrina... and that's all I know!"

Needless to say, my class spends their time watching MTV at night.  

Love, Mrs. P

I'm Back!

I'm sure you've missed me!  I'm back from Sunny San Diego.  Let me tell you, home is most assuredly where my husband is.  I love my home, but I hate being away from my husband.  We crammed in a great time in SD.  We went to Sea World, for free I might add, because my husband is a servant to his country.  He even got applauded at the Shamu show!  I was very proud.  We went to the zoo, La Jolla (pronounced Hoya...I didn't know that), Mission Beach, Coronado Island, the Gas Lamp quarter and everywhere in between.  Unfortunately the camera battery died after our first big day out and neither of us remembered to charge it at night.  Ah well.  Here are a few pictures of our time together in CA.  

Sea World salutes our military!  

The best part of Sea World!  They trained this otter to wave!!!  

I heart manatees.

Nick & I in the Gaslamp Quarter

Pretty Sign.  

And now I don't know when I will see my husband again.  Bummer.  But I am very blessed that I got to see him and spend so much time with him.  

Love, Kaley

PS Some Asian women had some "parasols" at the Shamu show.  And by that I mean umbrellas.  BUT hey, it could come back!

Procrastination

I am currently procrastinating.  I am supposed to be packing for my trip to San Diego, CA tomorrow.  I'm having a hard time deciding what to wear because it is going to be in the 60's all weekend.  I guess you layer and hope for the best.  

Anyway, I was reading the paper and was perusing an article about a boy who murdered his drug dealer then set his body to flames.  Here is what the paper had to say about his schooling:

"While his teachers failed to notice he was almost 'retarded'"

Hmmm.  Oh really?  I'll bet they noticed.  Riddle me this.  Why does the media hate teachers?  I won't get on a rant, I would just like to say:  I didn't get a Bachelor of Science degree for nothing Haters!!!!

On a totally unrelated note, I am very uplifted to see the Osprey building their nests all around town.  

Gotta go figure out what the HECK is wrong with Silver on 90210!

Peace out!

Kaley

In the Navy

Exodus 20:17 has this to say  

You shall not covet your neighbor's house.  You shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neightbor.  

So much for keepin' up with the Jones'.  Well, I have to say, sometimes I just get pretty jealous of women who get to be where their husbands are.  Like, they live with them, interact with them on a once a week basis and so on.  So, I am trying to remember that some people don't have husbands, or have husbands in Iraq, or other situations.  And I am going to remember that my husband is serving our country and protecting it and that is why we don't get to live together for the next eight months.  Doin' my best to keep that commandment in the forefront of my mind.  

In other news, Nick is going "under weigh" on the USS John Paul Jones.  I think if I say where it is going the Navy will hunt me down and kill me.  He'll be gone for two months.  This is really a blessing.  He was picked out of five Ensigns to go (one of two) and he is the lowest man on the totem pole at this point.  It should be a great time to learn on his feet and really get his bearing on a ship.  

Anchors Aweigh!

Kaley

Exercise

I recently have been working out.  And by that I mean once last week and three times this week.  Which is about... four more times than I worked out last year.  Don't worry, I'm not going to go all "sporty" and run outside or anything, I am just interested in keeping myself in the same pants size.  I'm doing Weight Watchers again and let me say, I have been eating COPIOUS amounts of food prior to counting my "points".  Being on a diet makes you hungry!  I guess that is the point.  However, it did remind me of this quote from "Legally Blonde"

" Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands, they just don't. "

After working out I did feel happier.  Happy enough not to want to eek out devious plots of revenge on my class.  Parents may rest easy, I'm feelin' chipper!  At least until my math class (about half) were pronouncing model "Moe-dal".  Scary.

In other news, I'm going to see Sara Watkins (1/3 of Nickel Creek)  at the 9:30 club with LP and am very excited.  Not quite as much as Sean, but afterwards I may have a little apocalyptic burst of enthusiasm at the mention of Sara's name.  

Love, Kaley

And I'm not pregnant.  Just in case

Post-Post-Script

What is up with the font changes?!  I've tried to fix it and can't.  Is it glaringly apparent Nick is out of my life?

April Fools'!

You wish you were a special Ed third grader.  Then you could have pulled this prank.  Prepare yourself.  It's pretty ingenious.  

"Mrs. P (while pointing down) You're wearing shoes today!"

I look down "Yeah?"

"April FOOLS"

"That's not an April Fools' joke"

Lesson learned.  Though some girl shook my soda up while I wasn't looking.  Not-funny!  Luckily my school is full of tattle tales and I was spared a soda shower.  

Happy April Fools' day!

Love, Kaley

PS, I'm pregnant.