Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Times, they are a changin

Now that I am acquiring a shiny new life, I think it is time that I get a shiny new blog to match. In my wedding colors, of course. From now on, you can find me here.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

don't even think about it

Thursday, July 13, 2006

This is the kind of family I want to be

Originally uploaded by suzeethe1.

Monday, July 10, 2006

I deserve more out of this relationship than I am willing to put into it

Hi. It's nice to see you. I am a little busy right now with a plate that has too much on it. Who put all this stuff on my plate? I'm not even hungry! I ordered a salad!

This week, I am taking a seminar class from 9-5 Monday through Friday. My ass hurts already and it's only the first day.

I am currently being shouted at by an elderly woman here on campus. She sounds like that character Will Ferrell played on SNL that "COULD'T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF HIS VOICE". She is asking pointed questions about by laptop charger, yelling from across the courtyard. "ISN'T THAT SOMETHING. YOU KNOW IF THE LAPTOP WORKS BY THE CHARGER, DON'T YOU. YES YOU DO. THAT REALLY IS SOMETHING." Whatever lady.

The best boss ever, David Brent is back. He even has a new song.

I've got to go bite the inside of my cheek some more before my lunch break is over. The giant angry welt I've created by chomping down on it repeatedly isn't quite big enough yet.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Til Death Do Us Prat

Creating a ceremony from scratch is no easy task, my friend, but I think we finally have our vows worked out. Let me know what you think.

I Kate, take you Keith to be my husband, to be the Commander in Chief of the nation in my heart, to cross the streams of loneliness, riding on polished saddles of companionship. I hand you the seed packet of my womanhood, that you may have a bumper crop of abounding love. For all eternity.

I Keith, take you Kate to be my wife, to be my pardner on the dusty trail of life, to Fry up the Vittles in my Soul. I promise to always clean off my beard hairs from the sink of your heart, back and forth, forever.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

I'm not through with you yet

I am now the proud owner of two new siblings. Ahem. That's right. Some couples go out and buy themselves new cars every few years, or get themselves a yacht. My mother and stepfather are hooked on adopting. I am now the oldest of six (gulp) children ranging in age from 5 to 23. Holy chit.

At first I thought they were out of their ever loving minds for adding to their family at their age, but I think that it will be all right. The kids are sweet and adorable and they can't stop saying "Mommy" and "Daddy". They say the words like they are made of pure gold. J is 5 and talks like JFK.

When he gets nervous or uncomfortable, he says "H-O-P" over and over again. It's his mantra.

The other J is 6 and she is sweet and adorable and has been hoping to be adopted for a long time. Last night was her first night with them and she climbed into bed and kept saying, "Ahh, my own special bed!"

Elijah is pee-dance excited to have two new siblings.

To mark the beginning of their new siblinghood, the three of them took scissors and cut large chunks out of their hair. No one had the heart to yell at them.

Mostly dead all day

If you were searching for me this afternoon, you would have found me making yogurt in the kitchen wearing a bikini and a cold towel on my head. The heat, it makes me whimper.

The yogurt maker is one of the 4356 gifts Keith and I received at our shower on Sunday, and I could not wait to try it out.

My little brother Elijah knitted us a potholder

I chilled wit my homegirrls

We oohed

We ahhed

We were kicked in the back by helpful children yelling, "I WONDER what it IS!" as we opened each gift

I think I did a pretty good job of not grimacing with the help of my good friend, Mimosa. Thanks Mims.

Overall, it was a wonderful party and Keith and I were touched by all the love man, all the love.
Behold the before:

Behold the after:

Thank you, and good night.
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