Moving.

I am supposed to be packing. Why you ask? My husband is on his way to Surface Warfare Officer School next week until the end of February. Then he's making his merry way to Sunny San Diego by mid-March. In May he reports to Mississippi to meet his ship and most likely sail the Atlantic to arrive in California in October (Subject to change per whim of USN)

Don't worry small band of friends/readers. I am not moving until October. (I kind of wish is was November so I could sing that Wyclef Song "Gone til November") I am just making the most lame move a 23 year old can muster. Back with the 'rents. Which isn't sooo lame b/c I love my mom and dad. And they have a new 42 inch flat screen with sweet surround sound. I want to save money and buy a couch and furniture made from wood, not pressed wood fibers. (She's got high apple pie in the sky hopes) So here I am to list the top 5 and worst 5 reasons for moving.

Top Worst Reasons for Leaving Watergate Village:
1. The ceiling really has a lot of character
2. KITTY has to move to Granny's house because she and Bocefus cat will rip each others throats out if left unattended all day. AND kitty might kill Granny because she doesn't move when people walk by.
3. I have to put all my high end art pieces, v.high end, in storage.
4. No freedom to have sweet raves at my place every weekend.
5. Packing Blows. Packing is like being a teacher, it has to be done but no one likes it much.

Top Reasons for moving back in with parents:
1. 100% more free than now.
2. I can get a sweet couch from Pottery Barn.
3. My parents house has insulation.
4. Mom and Dad will only make fun of me a little for having no friends and being their third wheel while Nick is at sea.
5. Chinese food is NOT five feet away. Do I smell a five pound weight loss??

AND moving means Nick is closer to not being with me every single solitary hour of everyday as I would like it to be.

On a different note: Just read "Book of a Thousand Days" by Shannon Hale and it was pretty cool, if you like fairy tales. But, since you probably seek friends and not quality fairy tale books, you may want to pass this by :)

Love Kaley, and Nick

PS I would have added pictures, but we packed the cord.

The Biggest.

Something huge happened today.  Something so good that the chariots swept down from the heavens and bore me away.  Today I met Sean Watkins.  I know, it's pretty serious.  In case you are unaware of this huge celebrity from my previous post, he is one third of the best band in history, Nickel Creek.  He also has an impressive solo career.  

My wonderful husband who is campaigning against my hermit-ism bought me tickets in December to see his new band "Fiction Family" formed with the lead singer from Switchfoot Jon Foreman.  I was ten feet away from Sean.  It was magical.  Then the bassist from Nickel Creek sang and they jammed a little bluegrass too.  Perfect.  

And then, after the show, WE MET.  Now, have you seen that commerical with the woman in the elevator with Mary J. Blige and she's her biggest fan but is too overwhelmed to talk to her?  That was me.  I freaked out.  I was like "I'm such a fan, I love you".  I was shaking.  What I wanted to say was "Sean, you speak to my soul in a deep way.  You wrote my favorite song which was the processional at my wedding.  I'm your biggest fan.  I'm moving to San Diego where you are from! How do you feel about hanging out?"   BUT I just said "I'm a big fan" and then got my picture taken with him.  He put his arm around me.  This is a really big moment for me.  The Biggest.  Ever.  Soooooo, here are a few pictures and video treats for you to enjoy!!

(Disclaimer: Please excuse my pathetically excited/crazy eyed face.  Like I said- Big moment/excited)

Short people, cold weather.

It is going to get pretty cold out next week. I've even had to start wearing gloves outside. Let me tell you about my gloves. Now, I am a petite person. 60 inches of tiny proportions. One place I've always had trouble: Gloves. I have short, chubby fingers. And I hate wearing gloves because once I do I lose all ability to dial the phone, grab items smaller than a quarter, and itch my face. I'm talking about a good inch on the end of all my fingers. The worst is the thumb. Maybe Target is catering toward people with giant thumbs. Maybe there is a woman out there who is blogging about how she wishes she could get a little more thumb room and here I am hatin' on her dreams.

Petite Pro: My sleeves are always long enough. Even if the coat is supposed to be three quarter length-instant long sleeves. Ups and downs folks, this is my life.


PS Nick loves him some Wall-E. He is banking on a sequel, or at least a short film.

Love, Kaley and Nick

On Infectious Disease.

There is a downside to being a teacher surrounded by children AKA viral incubators, who in turn has a thing against washing her hands overly much.  This downside is contracting several contagious diseases within three weeks.  

FIRST, the nastiest stomach flu I have ever had.  We're talking toilet-hugging, blood vessel popping, "Someone just put me out of my misery" stomach flu.  Yeah.  I remember puking in a bucket as a child.  I hope my child has an iron clad gag reflex, cuz I'm making up a bed on the bathroom floor.  Cleaning up puke in a bucket sounds like a job I don't want to have.  (However thick my sarcasm may be please believe I would clean up my child's puke in a bucket because of the deep love I have developed for them as they rode around in my womb for nine months).  

SECOND, strep throat.  Yeah, I haven't had a temperature in about... Seven years.  I mean, strep?  Don't children get strep?  Ohhhh yeah, I forgot that being healthy went out the window when I said "I want to be an Educator!" (Please note Educator could be construed as a proper noun, but I just capitalized it for emphasis as I can do whatever I want on my blog, BUT would not randomly capitalize something on my chalkboard as not to confuse children)

Basically my throat swelled shut and I had to take horse sized antibiotics.  AND I snored very loud because of the aforementioned swelling and kept my husband up for two nights straight (Love you honey!).  

So really, I'm just saying, I should wash my hands more, take airborne, and basically some Flintstones vitamin's.  

LOVE, Kaley

Sean Watkins

Just spreading the news.  I love Sean Watkins.  He is one third of the best musical trio in history.  Period.  And that is Nickel Creek.  Slightly more emo than Nickel Creek and sometimes a little heavy on the saxophone... he speaks to me.  Also, he looks a little bit like Sean Astin AKA Samwise Gamgee.  And I'm down with that.  This was the only video I could find of him singing one of his solo songs...So sorry about that.