SUPERMAN

To begin, I love the thought of being one of my mommy's happy thoughts. That in itself brightens my day. I didn't see any penguins or hippos at the zoo (I was very dissapointed about the penguins and asked if they had them first...) Our zoo in Fargo is definitely not the same as the DFW zoo. Then again, isn't DFW still ranked #1 in the US? Oh well, this one was nice because we had enough time to walk through it twice while taking our time and actually reading about the animals, unlike DFW where you struggle to run throughout the entire thing in one day (or so it feels). It was nice. I had a cow in the petting zoo lick my hand and it looked like he had poop in his mouth and got it all over me. Nasty!!! Thanks for the happiness. I appreciate the encouragement about not having killed him (and remaining alive myself) so far. And... I used to pray to God... Why was I made a girl? Guys had it so easy... However, over time... I'm glad I don't have to shave my face everyday. At least with legs, you can just wear pants and it'll cover it up. The clincher was when I was about fifteen and I read in a magazine about a boy who'd written "dear whoever" who was talking about how he had major problems keeping...himself under control and often-times had to sit alone at parties with a pillow on his lap... Gross. Then I decided, with all that comes with it, that I was glad I was a girl. I'm listening to Disney songs right now. If you could, pray for my friend Ana who's being tested for diabetes this week. She's also getting her wisdom teeth out on Friday? On to the most important event in my life as of now... Yost and I just got back from watching Superman Returns. Ohmigosh. Don't I ever love Superman. I'm told that I have to wait until September to watch the next season of Smallville (which I'm addicted to but no longer have television so I've done without for almost an entire year). Now I've got Yost convinced he needs to watch all of the old ones with me (we own the first two and I have the others at my store). Also, we sold two more items on ebay and half.com so that's good. Yea for slowly making our money back on our schoolbooks and whatnot. I find it the devil that we have to pay $50 for a book that the school either doesn't buy back or only pays $10 or less for. That's total padoody. Thought of the day: I didn't get the position that I was really, really wanting. I'll be honest. I wanted it because it would make things easier on me and Yost. Free rent and I'd only have to work 20 hours a week to get paid about the same amount as when I work 45 now (that's including rent in there, so it averages out about the same)... That wasn't all. We've been praying about a child for quite a while now. No need to gripe at me or yell or even try to convince. I'm pretty sure we've been through it all. If it were up to just us, we'd go for it. However, we've been waiting for the go-ahead from Him. Seems to have been a constant no. Makes me sad. I doubt. Then I doubt some more. Then some more. I prayed and told him that if we got this position, then I'd take that as the final sign of a yes and if we didn't as a final sign (for now) of a no. Well, we didn't. Then I started thinking about it. Why in the hell should He give us the go-ahead to extend our family when we're not constantly trying to become more like Him now? Like, we're not horrible people (most of the time) or anything, but we're also not consistently reading the Bible anymore and we're only (practically) praying before meals. Something's changed. Granted, I knew when we got married that things would change. But it went from reading the Bible practically everyday in high school and praying several times a day (sometimes small and sometimes big) to reading the Bible randomly (very randomly) now and pretty much only praying when I want/need something. Why have I drifted? How can I get back? It's so much easier to read books about studying the Bible than to do it just by myself. I have been reading a lot lately, but about different topics. Anyway, point being that, for now, (tear) it is not the right time. I can slightly understand that. I want our children to grow up in the best enviroment possible (and that is surely a house that's built on His word). So, goal number one for now is to get back to where I was, constantly trying to grow more into Him and more of Him into me. Yet, a part of me (the rebellious side) still wants to just try for it and hope He blesses us no matter what. I won't though. Don't worry. Promise... Pretty sure I promise anyway. It's obviously not the right time and I want the best for our children, ourselves, and the rest of our family and friends. Don't I ever hate hard decisions. "And she won't say a word until you kiss the girl." Good times. I love you all and thanks so much for taking the time to read my amazingly long post of the difficulties and weirdnesses and all that whatnot of my life. ~K

I am an angry individual

So... Yost and I took two days off of work. Doesn't sound like much, but for us, that's amazing. Yesterday, we went to the zoo, Buffalo River State Park, Olive Garden, and to watch Nacho Libre. Tons of fun. Today, we went to Grand Forks to go to their state park and the mall that we were told was amazing (I wasn't much impressed...but spent $ anyway)... We cut it short so that I could go to knitting night tonight. Got home early enough to take a nap. Woke up and I was already five minutes late. Rushed out and started driving with the directions I was given (I've never been to this chick's house before). Let's just say that almost an hour later (and one long crying fit in the Wal-Mart parking lot later) I was back at home with an angry spirit. Why in the hell??? I'm very upset right now. Don't know what to do. I don't think I'll ever try to drive somewhere new again. It's not worth the frustration. I feel much like cussing right now, but I'll try to keep it at a minimum. I had three people outside my husband to wish me happy anniversary and I think Yost was very upset that none of his family called him the day of or the day after. Poor guy. I still love him though. He puts up with a lot of my...everything. Sometimes I wonder if I'm bipolar or clinically depressed or something or if I just have a major hormonal imbalance. How can I be so happy just an hour ago and suddenly there's a massive change of wind? I'm hot.

Talk About Funny

I had to say one last thing... So I bought Yost five cards for our anniversary. You see, I was going to give him one every day until the special day...but I couldn't help giving them all to him at once. Point being... I totally got him a card that I'd gotten him before. It was my favorite, but didn't seem like an anniversary card, so it was one of the extras or whatever. Anyway, he read it and laughed. It's a funny card. Later he told me he laughed because I'd given the same one to him before. Gosh. I'm getting old. Yeah... That's why my memory's so bad... It is quite funny though. It says, "You've got it all!! Looks, Brains, Personality, Charm and a sense of Humor!! (inside) Nice Butt, too." Makes me laugh. I knew you would want to know what was so special about the card...

Oh My Dear Lord...

Tomorrow is Sunday, the twenty-fifth of June in the year of 2006... The reason I'm pointing this out is because I think I'm slightly shocked at that fact... Sure, I get to eat cake tomorrow, the same cake that's been tempting me all year... Think of it, poor married college kids...not enough money to buy snacks...a girl who is addicted to sugar...the only sugar anywhere near is that in the freezer, calling to her...imagine the horribleness of continually having to turn her face away and trying to distract herself from the constant sugar attacks. Weird, though... I've put more time an effort in this one aspect of life (that affects every other aspect) in a year than I have my entire lifetime in anything else. It's weird how it constantly effects every single decision I make. Weird how it changes you, molds you, into someone you would've never become otherwise. Now, by no means am I saying I'm now a good person that I'm married. No way. However, I do believe that I've learned a great many thing and have grown tremendously because of it. I miss Wendy. Haven't seen her in almost a month or something like that. Pretty sure. At least it feels like a month if I haven't. She's a great gal. I love her. Miss my dog. She was the one who was always there physically when I wouldn't let anyone else in. The few times I cried during high school, she was there 90% of the time, comforting me. I love my baby. Cute little Quieta. Just so you know, I almost misspelled it and wrote "cut little Quieta" but I'm quite glad I didn't. I miss Texas and the lovely 120 degrees where it takes you a week to recover from an hour spent outside. I miss seeing and bugging my family daily. It's weird. I'm number two (yes...poop...that's one of the nicknames my dad gave me...nice, huh?) I remember when my brother moved off to college (and everyone told me I'd miss him greatly within the first few months...never happened until I moved off to college)...It was weird. Our family felt like it was missing something...the meanness, but something nonetheless. He was a mean little booger too. Is that even how you spell booger. Then, I moved off to college. He moved back home. Somehow, I fear it will always feel there's a part of me that misses the crazy/crappiness of when my family was "whole." It's weird not seeing C+A working on their homework. Weird to think that I'm practically going to miss out on every aspect of their high school life. Ugh. I'm getting depressed. Weird to think I'm no longer constantly bugging my dad at work (we worked in the same office for four years). Who is doing my job of making sure he's constantly annoyed? Well, I've trained several people very well, but I hope they're keeping it up. Who's able to talk to my mom when she gets bored? There's only so much I can do over the phone. Granted, I wasn't constantly there even when I lived in Texas, but I feel that, for them, I was so much more available than I am now. His alarm just went off. Glad he didn't scare the poop outta me by putting his hands on my shoulders while I was typing and making me almost litterally poopy in my panties. I hate it when he does that. Why, when I should be celebrating what really is something I'm so grateful for (we really are perfect for one another)...why am I missing the past and wondering how things would've ended up if things had worked out differently...

"You Led Me"

Okay. Don't freak out. I feel like I'm about to cry. Don't know why. I love this song, by the way (by BarlowGirls). Talked to my mom today. She's doing well. I'm glad they're home safely. She read part of my blog. Got e-mails from my G-ma. They're home safely and doing well too. God an e-mail from Ike. Very glad he lets me comment now. Got a letter from MEL. Makes me uncomfortable. Don't know what to say...How to respond. Want to help. How, though. Eating steak and corn and salad for lunch. Very excited. Almost finished with back of my baby sweater. Looks good, even though I lost a stitch. Oh well. Adios.

$140

I know you are. I would be wondering, too, if I were you. I worked yesterday morning. I love Wednesday mornings because they're just about the slowest thing in my entire life. I got everything done by 1300 and then just sat and read my book and got all the way to the last chapter. Yea! First, I worked close the night before and...So I've had this guy come in numerous times in the past few months. He's very large and used to always wear a trench coat. His "daughter" would always come in with him and her two-three kids. They made me feel very uncomfortable. Number one, he literally scared me and was overly friendly. Number two, I was 90% sure they were stealing from my store, but I could never prove it. Anyway, point being that a few weeks ago, I got a call from one of my partner stores down the road saying he was caught by the police stealing from their store. YEA. Now I had a reason. So, she came in within a week after that call without him and I told her that she was no longer welcome at any of our locations. Then, Tuesday... It was later. I was filling the soda cooler, my back towards the door. All of the sudden, I hear his massive booming voice, "Put your hands up...Put your hands up." I finished filling the soda I had set out and then turned around. It was. It was him. He had just been joking about the hands thing. Whatever. You don't do that to someone anyway. I told him he'd have to leave because he was no longer welcome at our store. He stood there and argued with me for a few minutes about it and said it was racial discrimination. I told him to call the manager if he had a problem and that he had to leave. He was angry when he left. He's a scary, scary man. I was honestly so scared that I called Yost and told him to get his butt up to my store as soon as he could. I don't want to risk that scary man coming in later when I'm all alone. Anyway, on to my Wednesday... So I worked in the morning. That night, Yost worked and I had been planning this for a half week. Time to myself. Glorious. I haven't gone out shopping in literally months (at least not that I can remember). Our anniversary is on Sunday, so I bought Yost five cards (I gave them all to him last night) and a few little gifts (he already got his golf clubs in the mail), I bought myself three shirts (one for reading outside, one for wearing on warm days at the zoo or doing whatever else outside, and one because it was an End of the Spear shirt and I liked that movie a lot), I bought food because we haven't been grocery shopping this week, and I bought stuff for my new project. When Yost and I got married, one of my good friends (Patness...We worked together for about four years) made me a cute collection of wedding stuff including my invitation in a picture frame and I loved it. So, for almost a year, I've been wanting to do the same thing for Nate and Emily, my brother and sister-in-laws, but haven't had the time. Granted, we're trying to save money for school and because we're going to have to take off time for Ana's wedding and all...but I couldn't help it. I needed to get something for me. I haven't spent money on me (besides food) in what feels like an eternity. While looking at cards for Yost, I found one that was hilarious. The front: "Carpe Diem (seize the day)" The inside: "Buy the shoes." How true. How true. God loves you and so do I. ~K

People Suck

I think I must attract all of the really jerky people or something. Last night, yet another experience. Had a customer tell me I was ugly. Seriously, how is it that I get everything I don't want exactly at the time that I don't need it? Talked to Heather yesterday and Noovie two days ago about it. We've decided that working in the service industry simply makes you realize how much people suck. It seriously does. It just makes you hate people. And not just the people while you're at work, but it makes you wary of all people. Why does it seem people go out of their way to make your day suck? And, worse, do I ever do that? God, I hope no. GLYASDI ~K

Milk

I just wanted to point out that, right before I went to bed last night, I ate two pieces of my chocolate bundt cake and drank TWO GLASSES OF MILK. And it didn't even taste bad... Until My last swig to wash down the last of my cake...and then I tasted it. UGH. Milk is the most disgusting thing I've ever put into my body...Well, maybe not, but it felt like it right then. GLYASDI ~K

Boo

Yes. I realize this is the second post in two days. Perhaps it's because I'm a newbie. Perhaps it's because I'm procrastinating what has to be done... Or perhaps I just really want to talk and no one will listen. Who knows? So anyway, I've decided today that, although everyone has their things and mine really aren't that bad compared to a lot of people...it's still very hard when you're insecure about something. Let's see... The three things I absolutely can't stand: I can't stand it when people call others fat. I can't stand it when people joke about rape or racism. I can't stand it when people call others stupid. Honestly, they're just the most rude things in the entire world. Why do we feel we have to be so hurtful to our fellow beings? Even in a joking way? Now, there was nothing that brought this on. I'm just feeling more-than-slightly insecure right now. I don't know why. There are a few physical features that I've always had problems getting used to and don't know why I can't just be "normal" (whatever that is). I spent a half-hour today scraping off layers of my feet because they peel. Really? What's that all about? I've decided it's not athlete's foot because those medicines don't help, but no one knows what it is. I talked to my mom about it and apparently she has the same thing, only not as bad. I've always felt slightly uncomfortable about feet. Not only do I think they're pretty much all ugly (but useful) but they smell. Gross. I'm very uncomfortable about my feet especially though. Dissapointed. Ashamed. Whatever you want to call it. Then, there's my pimple problems. I talked to my mom about this one too. (She's one of my best friends so we talk about a lot). It's gotten worse over the past few months. I don't know why. I remember it got pretty bad after I graduated and moved to college in Texas, but then seemed to get better. I've used the strongest (99.9% effective) medicine to get rid of it, but I've decided that my skin is just like my hair...It does whatever it wants to and doesn't give a padoody about what I want. What else? Let's see... Well, all of my fat seems to go into my stomach. I don't much like that at all. I don't like turning sideways in the mirror and thinking my stomach pokes out farther than my breasts do. That makes me sad. So, I honestly try not to look in my big mirror anymore. How sad is that? Then, of course, there's my (what I felt to be for the longest time) larger-than-life breasts. I hated those things. My first bra was bought with my mom in fourth grade in Iowa. I remember that day. I used to hide in the lockerroom (I'd get dressed and undressed in the bathroom so that the other girls wouldn't make fun of me). Oh yeah. I used to be very chubby when I was younger. Now, I'm not so much...and if I am, don't tell me otherwise because it might make me cry. Not fat. Not skinny. Trying to eat healthier. That's what it's all about, right? I don't really like to play a lot of sports because with these things, it makes it hard (my mom and I talked about that one too). I have amazingly large hands, I think, for a girl...and oftentimes, they have these ugly veins that pop outta them so that they look like manhands. Don't much like that one. (Mom and I never spoke of that one, I don't think). There are a few other physical shortcomings I believe I have, but I'll keep those ones between me and Yost, who says I'm beautiful no matter what. What a dear. I think probably everyone gets into phases like this... I just really don't like feeling like I could be better if I tried harder. Like Captivating says, we're not enough...and yet we're too much all at the same time. How can we ever win? Will there ever be a point in life when I'm truly happy with everything that's happening? Probably not... But I believe I'm getting better. Maybe I'm just crabby because I want to eat...again...like always. Talapia...Ugh...I'll try it and we'll see how that goes. Oh My God!!! I love you all so much. Just figured I'd let you know. GLYASDI ~K

Tropical Punch Kool-Aid

So...My stomach's been hurting this morning. A few days ago, I went into work and asked my boss if I looked chubbier than when we first met (nearly a year ago). He said no...twice. That makes it sound bad. Anyway, so the reason I asked him was because that morning, I woke up and put on my jeans that I hadn't worn in...I don't know...quite a while...and they were tight. Like, not tight enough where I couldn't wear them, but they were tighter than I remembered. Does that mean I'm getting fatter. I'd been noticing that my panties have been giving me more wedgies, but I attributed that to the fact that Yost put my clothes in the wash on HOT. Gosh. But, now there are pants that are smaller as well. Maybe I am getting chubbier...or maybe I'm just finally growing a buttocks. However, yesterday, I put on the same pants and they were quite a bit looser. Don't know if that's because I was just bloating for some reason that day or maybe it's because I'd already stretched out the pants or...I don't know. So, I woke up this morning and my stomach's been hurting and I ate chocolate cake for breakfast (a bundt cake) because Yost told me to and drank tropical punch kool-aid (that and blue powerade are about like heaven to my mouth). Now, I think my stomach might be feeling slightly better, but I can't actually decide yet. My getting-married friend wrote me today. That was nice. I also got three e-mails from other friends. That was nice too. I love conversing. Oh yeah... About the popcorn chicken...I get my bags at Wal-Mart (have since I found them there years ago). I've only seen good kinds in family sized bags, which is good because I eat as much as a normal family would. I can't help it I'm always hungry. I've been trying to redirect my passion for food by trying to love better foods instead of just candy. I've been doing a lot better. Really, but it's still hard sometimes. I've learned that I like two kinds of yogurt (I never drink milk, so I have to take calcium pills everyday to make sure I don't die to death..."No one makes me bleed my own blood." What a retarded movie. I ended up being able to watch two movies yesterday. Glory Road (that one was good...I love inspiring movies) and Red Dragon (which I was fearful for at first thinking it would only be blood and guts when what I like is suspense...I don't know...It was very violent and I hated some of what went on, but I guess in a bad type of way, it was good...Plus, I ended up having Yost trapped into watching it as well...he doesn't like scary movies so he normally doesn't sit with me). We both had the entire day off ayer. It was very nice. We watched Benchwarmers at the theatre (it wasn't as bad as I'd heard, but it wasn't amazing either). We went to Wal-Mart. We messed around on the internet. He played his game and I started and finished a book. We watched two movies. I knit. By the way, my new knitting project, the mini-sweater...I'm not sure how it's going. The first step is almost done and all, but I have a feeling I'm either doing it wrong or something because it seems way too small. I just don't know. I really need to shave my legs today. I don't ever shave my legs two days in a row. Ow. I'm bored of writing now. Adios. Oh yeah. Dios le bendiga! ~K

Owie

Well, I have a major owie on my head...in my head. For the first time in months, I took Tylenol (I don't much like the use of drugs given I worked at a clinic for years where I met too many crazy people who wanted drugs for everything. Well, it's been forever and it...well, maybe it is getting a little better..and it has only been a half hour or so...Whatever, I still don't think I should have to suffer like this. So... Thanks so much for your comments Ike and Ana. Two of my lovely friends. Don't I ever love them. About knowing...I guessed that Ana may get married sooner than "expected" simply because that seems to be God's humor (in my opinion). And, heck yes, congratulations about learning to knit some. I'm just learning very very slowly. I like it that way. Now, I'll have a harder time forgetting the really easy stuff. As of now, I'm making a mini-sweater (a baby sweater...no, I'm not pregnant) and it's going to hopefully fit Brownie, my baby doll. She's been wearing my outfit from when I was a baby for literally years and I'd like to give her some options. As of today... I had to close last night and then open this morning. That stinks, but I'm glad to get getting hours... Plus, I like Wednesday mornings because they're so slow and I was able to get everything done save my one massive project that I refuse to start until Friday. I was even able to read a chapter and a half of my book and knit two rows of my sweater (I felt bad knitting because I figured it looked too bad). After work (Yost works the exact opposite hours of me today...which is good because we're both getting some alone time), I came home and laid outside reading more of my book (I believe I'm on Chapter 9 now). I was able to talk to my mom on the telephone as well as Noovie and my Aunt Cindy. That was exciting. Then, I came back inside and watched The Astronaut's Wife. Must admit, as much as I like Johnny Depp and Charlize Theron, I wasn't a fan...at all. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. However, I had planned on knitting or quilting while watching the movie, but just sat there eating yogurt and trying to make my head stop pounding. As of now, I just finished checking my e-mail (I love getting mail) and have popcorn chicken in the oven (another one of my true loves...YEA). Anyway, no big plans for the boring night. Whatever... I'm excited to really have nothing that actually has a deadline (pretty much). I think my head-hurt is probably getting better...or maybe it's just that I smell chicken and am very excited to stuff myself. I miss being in Texas. I'll admit. Today was just about a perfect weather day. I still miss it though. I miss not having to worry about it blizzarding almost everyday of the year. I miss not getting to annoy my family every day if I want to. I miss not being able to see my friends (some of them) every once in a while (aka more than once a year). Granted, I have been very blessed here. I've found what I believe I will love to do as a job later in life and really enjoy some of my teachers. I have a good job that's very conveniently located. I've found some great Christian friends that I love hanging out with. I wonder if I'll ever win. I grew up in a military family. We didn't move all that often, but we still moved. I'd gotten to the point that I'd make friends, but never let them get too close because, it seemed, everytime they did, we'd have to move. Then, we stayed in Texas for years and years... Finally, I thought I'd found my place. I had some absolutely amazing friends. Of course we had our hard times and whatnot, but I was still extremely blessed... Then, it seemed, the moves killed me again. My two best friends moved literally across the country and my other two really close friends, I never really saw anymore anyway... Maybe it was God's way of preparing me for this... Becoming unattached to the things in Texas or something. Then again, it seems very hard to try and connect here because I know (am praying) we won't stay here for more than a few years. On the other hand, I've found some amazing people up here that I'd love to get to know more...and I know that I'd be much happier with friends than without them for years...then again...it will hurt all that much more once we leave. I don't really know. Sorry to be such a downer. I'm going to check on my popcorn chicken. Know that I love you all and thanks so much for taking the time to read my blab and for caring about my everyday distresses. ~K

Indeed!!!

I'm sure you're wondering... This is my dearest husband, Yost. Funny, huh? The reason this is being posted is because it's my new background on my computer. I was so discouraged when I computer was being not-so-smart and wouldn't work for over a month (it gradually crashed and took three times to get it up and running for the most part again...) Once we got our computer up and running again, I couldn't find my old background picture...and you can imagine how scary it is to find this massive face staring at you everytime you turn on the computer. Makes me laugh. So far today, I've written two pages in a long letter to a friend, that will probably end up taking me several more days to finish, went to a meeting at my work, sat with my dearest husband for almost an hour while waiting for his annoying friends to take him out golfing (I was just trying to be nice so that he didn't have to sit alone, thinking his friends would be there in five minutes...no...), I talked to my mom for a half hour and I read a chapter of my book. Oh yeah, and I checked my e-mail twice!!! I know you're impressed. I have to be to work in twenty-eight minutes or less and I'm sad. Where does all of my time go. However, I did get a lot of my quilt done yesterday and I was able to start on my new knitting project. I'm almost a fifth of the way finished with my book (Investing for the Future) and it's pretty interesting. I was able to talk to my mommy about how she's been investing and what I think of it and what The Wealthy Barber says a good combination is. Nice topic. I can hardly wait to learn more. As of now, I'm listening to This Is the Night. Interesting song. Don't think I know all of the words, but I think it sounds lovely. Did I ever tell everyone about how my dad froze off two warts (gross, right) when I was in Texas for the summer? It hurt like poo and then there were massive blisters on my two fingers. When I say massive, I mean literally a half-inch tall AND wide. You can gag if you want to. I did so many times that I had to put bandaids on them just so I didn't have to look at them anymore. Nasty-gross. Then, one popped on it's own and I decided to pop the nastier one. It was really gross, but now I still have to have bandaids on them because they hurt and get cracked if they don't have neosporin on them. Enough of that. By the way, Mom called me yesterday and told me that Alyssa farted in the car so bad that even with the windows open, it smelled for five minutes. "It was just a little one." Yea right. I know that Alyssa girl and what she's capable of. My baby sisters...Aw... Oh man... A picture of my gorgeous dog. Let's see if I can find one in less than two minutes... You lucky everyone out there. I must admit: Perhaps this isn't the most flattering of her pictures, but it was the only one I could find. She's still a little sweetheart. Perhaps someday we will meet again, me and my lovely baby. Until then...I'll continue petting her picture I keep in my wallet. I'm going to have to leave at this point in time. I have importan business to atten to (aka work). God loves you and so do I. ~K

Joyful, Joyful

Life is weird sometimes, I think. Don't really know how to explain. Things have changed so much. I know it's meant to be a good thing. Really weird though. Who would have ever guessed even just five years ago that I would be married and living in Fargo, North Dakota? Seriously? My life plan was so much different. No dating in high school. Maybe one or two dates or so in college. Get into "the real world" and build up my career for a few years before ever seriously consider getting to know someone. A long engagement and finally marriage. A few years after that, children may become an option, but I figured I'd probably still be too spoiled to want anyone else in my life getting that much attention. Now, I'm 1234 miles from what I've known as home, living with this crazy man who's been my best friend for years, wondering what else will become out of whack. My mom, little brother and sisters are in Colorado visiting my more-family. I'm somewhat jealous. I must admit that sometimes, I just get so sick of being up here. It's pretty nice weather-wise now. I have some really good friendships (I think) breaking out. That makes it so much more dealable. We really have a great place to live and decent jobs and whatnot... But it's so hard. I'm the type of person that gets overly-attached and it's been about the hardest thing ever not to be able to bug my family almost everyday. We still call each other sometimes, but it's totally different. I know...I know... My family is now with Yost. Well, it is...but it's not in the same way. Oh yeah, I just got home from Knitting Night, which I look forward to every week. I've started on a new project: a mini-sweater. I think it will turn out very nicely. We'll see. The first six or so inches with be easy-ness that I've been doing all along, but then comes the different harder type things. Ugh. Just so you know, I absolutely adore the song "You Led Me" by Barlow Girls. Yea. I'm listening to yet another compilation of my favorite songs, some of which are: I Wonder What God Was Thinking, Joyful, Joyful, Brave, What If, Go Light Your World, Sunrise, Sunset, and This is the Night...Okay, fine then...I also have the Fox and the Hound song on here. I can't help it. That movie is absolutely amazing... It gets to me everytime. Such a great moral and such good characters... One last comment before I go and bug my husband (who I came home to spend time with and all he wants to do is play video games...sad...oh well, I'll start reading my new investing book): Thank you Isaac Daniel for commenting on my blog. That's what made me write more (because I figured someone might actually read this one). God loves you and so do I. ~K

Our first day at the nursery

At this point in time, I'm eating Yoplait Whips: Light & Fluffy Texture (Orange Creme). It's not half bad... That coming from one who has a terrible dislike for yogurt. Gross... Anyway, I'm trying to be healthier and I think it might finally be catching on. So, yesterday, Yost and I worked the nursery in our church for the first time. It wasn't half bad. See, he's the youngest of several siblings and hasn't been around kids much, but wants us to have several of our own. I want to gradually ween him onto the goods and bads of lovely littluns. I fear he has no clue (and I believe I'm totally correct). Oh man... I have to go to work in fifteen minutes...I'll make it short. So, we worked there for the first service and only had two very well behaved children. We were blessed. The worst that happened was the changing of a diaper that Yost helped with and afterwards, he says to me "I don't think I'll ever get used to that smell." I laughed. Couldn't help myself. Then, we stayed until the second service workers all got there. By the time we left, there were five children there, three of whom were crying/screaming and two more were ready to get checked in. Indeed, we were blessed for our first volunteering experience together. I am glad that he had the chance to see the other side of things though. Well, that's pretty much all I have to say right now. God loves you and so do I. ~K