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Boogie Nights

2006-06-13T08:32:00.000-07:00

Why is it, as you become an adult you can only justify shaking your tail feather with alcohol??? I have music running in my blood and I’d like to shake my groove thing on occasion. Its like we’ve reverted back to junior high we’re everyone is awkward and uncomfortable with who they are and getting down.

What do you say, my house Saturday night for dance fever?

Love lifted me...

2006-04-05T11:03:00.000-07:00

Isn’t it crazy to think about how abundant God is? How he knows exactly what you need in life? I believe life is one great big puzzle filled with smaller ones that complete the full picture of life. Sometimes God gives you a piece of the puzzle and it is so amazing to step back and see the art of what He has been creating.

This has happened to me several times in many different ways. I had an epiphany today revealing my most recent puzzle picture.

God gave me in laws to teach me about having a strong marriage and what it means to really love your spouse after years and turmoil, how to stay connected and never stop trying. God gave me parents to show me how to really parent. To love like a parent is supposed to-encourage, uplift, discipline, laugh with, cry with, protect, let pain happen - all of it.

Sometimes, we may feel like we drew the short straw. I’ve looked around and seen people that may have the parents that taught them more about making money or receiving great gifts-like a house - and although these things are good, I thank my Lord and Savior that I have been taught what it means to love.

I am not afraid of...

2006-03-28T14:12:00.000-08:00

punishing animals when they have done something wrong
new beginnings
cutting my hair
beating someone in a game
losing to someone in a game
tattoos
waxing my face
riding on a motorcycle
having a drink
laughing til I cry
honesty
standing up for my beliefs
compromise
getting old
laughing at dumb stuff
shaking my bootie
organizing just about anything
getting dirty
working hard
cleaning bathrooms
helping others
cussing (for laughs or as needed)
smile
ask for gum
letting people know they are in my space
prayer
bugs
peeing in a pool ;)
not brushing my teeth before I go to bed
use spell check on everything
hold others accountable

I am afraid of...

2006-03-28T10:45:00.000-08:00

touching trash cans
going to the bathroom at night alone
life without Chad
child birth
confronting people
crying
letting others comfort me
falling asleep without the t.v. on
falling asleep after Chad
being strapped down (like Dorothy on return to OZ)
loving one of our dogs more than the other
ending on a bad note with someone
going head first in to sleeping bags (thanks Joey)
losing a job
seeing my parents age
not measuring up
people knowing the real me
having a daughter (paybacks are hell)
never having lifetime friends
being left at the store
my feet getting bigger
my hips getting wider
Chad not wanting me anymore
people finding out I don’t really know what I'm doing at work
being called out in public
flying off roller coasters
being boring
never being satisfied
not being special
facial hair on myself
my selfishness
standing on shower tile floors

I got chills...

2006-03-14T10:03:00.000-08:00

I am not sure how I became such a germ-a phobic… I still shiver at the thought of sitting on a truck stop toilet, I really don’t even like going in most of them. Sometimes people think they are being sweet by giving me the “warm” seat and sliding over, but please don’t. The thought of sitting in a spot where your “hiny” has been completely grosses me out! I’m not saying “my shit don’t stink” I am just saying I am not keen on using a bathroom that is warm – and I know you know what I am talking about!

I also get the hebby gebbies thinking about touching trashcans pretty much anywhere. I want to take showers immediately after going to the movies. I carry hand sanitizer in my purse. I hate shaking hands with strangers at church after they did who knows what with their hands. I fight urges to run after people when I see they didn’t wash their hands in the restroom. The thought of drinking out of a glass in a public place and not using a straw turns my stomach- thanks to the HSU café.

These are just a few on the things I find disgusting and full of germs. Welcome to my world!

Favoritism

2006-03-09T09:24:00.000-08:00

As I have discussed with several of you, I am convinced that within each family “unit” there is a favorite child. If you disagree, you are the favorite. Sometimes this is displayed very openly. Like when you get a movie for your birthday and your sibling gets a lazy boy. Sometimes this favoritism is shown much more subtle. The preferred child usually thinks everyone is getting that much attention, they may even feel suffocated. During this time the unfavored is screaming for any kind of attention…

I am not asking for things to change or expecting things to be fair, all I am asking is for it to be recognized. Stop pretending it doesn’t take place.

P.S. I have noticed that typically favorites marry favorites and visa versa.

I lie to make friends.

2006-02-23T12:42:00.000-08:00

“I lie to make friends.” This is one of the first things I heard my future sister in law saw years ago… It’s funny because I always thought that was weird and she would never make any friends that way!

As I evaluate her life as well as my own, I am realizing maybe I should fabricate some truths to people to make friends!!! She is well liked by many. I am well … liked by few. She always has someone to talk to at an event, I stand alone wondering why I came and do I look as lonely as I feel. (I must let you know that with a little tequila in me, I can work a room like a pro!)

Watch out world, I may just try this out and see if I am the social butterfly at my next event!!!

What life is all about...

2006-02-23T12:17:00.000-08:00

With each year added to my life, I understand what its all about… Life is all about something some of the more creative children did when they were below the “must be this tall” roller coaster signs (some of you continued on far too long). Life is about pretending. Think about it… How often do you pretend to be busy at work-or at least you aim to look busy when your supervisor walks by. I am currently working on a document. J

You pretend to care about someone else’s problems to be able to play the political game in life (“Oh, that is so sad you did not get the promotion, you deserved it…”). You pretend to want to go to your cousins wedding. You pretend your family is not crazy (chanting “they are normal, they are normal” does not work, I’ve tried!)… All of this make believing literally makes you believe. It becomes a reality, the line becomes blurry…. Sometimes we pretend we don’t hear something so we don’t have to do it, we like to call those a “miscommunication.”

My advise: write allot of “documents,” walk fast, and always carry papers around with you while looking frantic!

Who am I???

2006-02-10T11:44:00.000-08:00

Before you begin reading, read the title again as Derek Zoolander.

We are opening our home to a group of high school girls this weekend. This should be a simple process-they eat and gab and learn how to lead a Godly life, you know a normal Disciple Now… Why is it that I have lost the since of girl time and am afraid to be around these adolescents? I am only 7 years older to them, but I remember being 17 and thinking 24 was a LONG way away… We are attempting to get involved with the youth group, but we are so timid to be around them… What has the “real” world done to us???
How is it that at 17 I was more confident of who I was than I am now? That seems a little ass backwards if you ask me. (Some of you are uneasy that I used church and a cussword in the same blog-sorry) I guess I knew who I didn’t want to be in high school and that made me very aware of whom I was. Who knows? What I do know is that these girls are not the least bit timid about being in a strange home with strangers while I am worried I might have to actually talk to them!!!

Birthing Hips

2006-01-30T08:32:00.000-08:00

As stated earlier, I have joined a gym. With the new membership you receive a free session with a personal trainer. My husband used his first and I laughed as he told me the trainer informed him he needed to “raise his butt.” I did not laugh as I heard the words of my grandmother come back to haunt me… The trainer began by asking why I joined the gym, and after a brief run down he informed me that I will never get rid of my “birthing hips.” It didn’t end with that, he assumed I had children after a comment like that… I had a sudden flash back of my grandmother telling my mother, as I overheard, that I had great birthing hips at the young age of 12…

Maybe some day I will appreciate my wide hips… Maybe after I have a child I’ll realize these hips are beneficial… As for now I am more self-conscious than ever!

Average, its okay...

2006-01-23T09:52:00.000-08:00

I’ve recently joined a gym… I waited until most of the New Year Resolutioners stopped coming and then I joined… This is new to me; I have never been surrounded by so much muscle and fat at the same time! I say all this to say that once again my mission in life-to be average, to blend in- has been reassured. Let’s face it; with my bone structure and enjoyment of food, the likelihood that I will be a tiny weightless bony lady is very much unlikely. The amazing thing is I tend to justify my overeating now by a workout, or worse, a 20-minute session in the sauna. So I am average, not a scary muscle woman, not a scary overly juicy woman-just about in between. My goal in joining the gym then? To be the best average person out there I guess!

New Year, New You

2005-12-31T13:41:00.000-08:00

Don’t you think you should wake up on the first of January every year and feel like a brand new person? I am always disappointed that I do not wake up with some since of newness (whatever that feels like). With all of the resolutioning that is going on around me I feel like I should wake up skipping on January 1 and all my yucky Keri spots will be magically gone (I’m a dreamer, what can I say)! Despite my discontent, I know there is hope in new beginnings…

I wake with the same since of dissatisfaction after a birthday. People like to ask, “Do you feel older?” I did experience feeling older once… It was when I turned 16 – only because I felt the freedom of getting in my first mobile unit and kissing the bondage of being trapped with my parents’ goodbye… What does feeling older feel like? All I know is that I am not 17 and turning heads anymore, I guess I answered my own question!

All or Nothing

2005-12-31T13:17:00.001-08:00

I usually am a take-charge girl, find a solution and go with it. My hands must be in or out of the pot; you could say I am an all or nothing kinda girl. But recently, I’ve found myself to be the “nothing” kinda girl. I am watching myself evolve into giving answers like “wait and see” rather than “let’s make a plan immediately.” It sounds like I cannot commit I can just not instantly! For those of you who know me may find this absurd, and I would have to agree, but it is true. You don’t believe me? I am going on a cruise in less than 1 week and have not made one arrangement other than buying some clearance tank tops and a dress! I did not go and get my birth certificate, I don’t know how we paid for it, I didn’t even know what time we boarded until this afternoon!
I am a firm believer in self-fulfilling prophecy- you know, you are what others believe you are (basically, however, I am sure my brother-the communication expert may disagree☺). So, why is it that this is happening? If you find an answer, please let me know! I kind of like this Keri, a little less uptight and more carefree. I do have to admit my house is not as spotless and I can sleep with dishes in the sink at nights but I am having more fun! So forgive me if I haven’t schedule you in for a phone call or an email, but I am concentrating on enjoying life and laughing more!

Monday Morning Blahs

2005-12-27T09:49:00.000-08:00

Why is it that I feel I can conquer the world on Sunday nights, but when Monday hits I am not sure I can eve crawl out of bed (much less exercise for 1 hour, diet all week, and make time to read an exiting book)??? It happens nearly weekly… My husband and I talk about what we really want out of life (you should stop by, we are very inspiring). How we want to be healthy, and financially in line, and how we aren’t going to eat out again during the middle of the week, the list goes on and on… Monday morning the alarm goes off and the previous nights conversation flashes through my head but is short lived with a hit of the snooze button.

My husband woke me up as he arose for the day at 5:20 a.m. so that I could begin my new life-an hour later I got up only so that I would not be late for work.

I guess that “great” life we talked about last Sunday will start next week!

Jingle Bells

2005-11-10T14:07:00.000-08:00

I can already hear them now. The constant ringing of the Salvation Army people standing outside of each imaginable shopping center door. I am waiting for the day they begin to stand outside my personal front door. I believe it was last year that Target decided against having the Salvation Army bell ringers outside of their store doors. A large amount of people were greatly upset, yet I am glad to see people stepping out of the norm and thinking of me-the middle class American that is tired of feeling guilty for not giving away every single penny I have… Forgive me Lord I have no compassion…

The wonders of my world...

2005-11-09T11:22:00.000-08:00

Isn’t it amazing how things seem normal to you as an adult that you viewed as you grew up? You even believe these things. Such as…

Like my brother teaching me if you lick batteries, they recharge and last longer…

Like throwing wrapping paper after Christmas is the right thing to do- what if you hit your grandmother you ask? All the more funny!

Like watching my brother rewind or fast forward his cassette tapes to save batteries (I guess we were really poor and couldn’t afford batteries!).

Like heating up your syrup in boiling water before putting it on your pancakes (this is my husbands that I have adopted, its really great)…

Having your grandma break dance with you.

Eating all the deviled eggs before they make it to the table.

Turning off a light as you walk room to room.

Putting up the Christmas tree to Amy Grant’s first Christmas album.

Having to proclaim that you will not be attending church…

Watching your dad eat out of the bowl with his fork asking “does anyone want anymore of this?”

These are just a few I thought I might share… Have no fear, there will be more!

Humpty Dumpty

2005-10-31T09:59:00.000-08:00

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall...

What is it about falling that is so friggin hilarious!?!

It has been until recently that I have been on the receiving end of this fall out.. Yes, that is correct, I had a falling incident. And, yes, it brought much laughter to those around me! I was bowling with some coworkers, you need to know my supervisor was there, and his supervisor was there (nothing like making an ass of yourself in front of the chain of command!).
I step up to bat for my first go around, feeling a bit nervous as it is. Suddenly, my legs are out from under me after moving in slow mow, and I am on my knees. I ended taking a curtsy and shuffling off the bowling floor!
Even after my tragic moment as I mopped the bowling alley with my pants, I took time to laugh at another coworker who bit the dust much harder than me! And again, laughed as I witnessed a complete stranger try to body surf down the stairs at a movie theatre!
I guess I should be embarrassed, but I think I am more so proud that I could make a few people laugh a little harder at a work function!

Blowout

2005-10-24T09:06:00.000-07:00

It was a hot day on the play ground. I never much was for playing. I think I was one of those miniature adults. In fact, my cousin often complained that I was boring because I would much rather sit and listen to the adults then dress up in my grandma's clothes on put on "plays." This being said, I look back and find it very odd that I would be playing on the Merry Go Round. Such a childish adventure, but who can turn down the Merry Go Round!?!

I am really not too sure how it happen. All I know is that when I reached back to pick a wedgy, There were no pants to pull out. Yes, you read that correctly~ I had a huge blowout, leaving me only the extra sturdy strip of material right down the middle. Just as this came into play (things were beginning to move in slow mow), Heath, a very rotten classmate of mine, made the "blowout" known to everyone! Despite my efforts to be nonchalant, everyone noticed as recess began coming to an end.

Yes, my mom came with a pair of pants to bail me out of the situation, but the scars are deep and fresh!

Lesson Learned: I always check my pants for the backend.

passive/systematic/realistic/accurate

2005-10-19T12:13:00.000-07:00

"Your tendency to follow clear procedures and rules in both your personal and professional life means that you are usually restrained in your emotions... an aura of cautious deliberation may often surround you"

I just recently did a study of my personality and this is a key statement from the study.
One of the questions was "would you consider your previous supervisor fun?" My first thought was "who cares if they are fun???"

I find it oddly bizarre that you can pick one word out of four and it can pinpoint who you are so precisesly. What I really want to know is how to transition to be what I would call the "fun" personality! The "magnetic" person. The personality that everyone buzzes to be around. Instead, I get to be the one who is organizing filing cabinets and straightening papers (not that straightening papers is not important!!!)...

passive/systematic/realistic/accurate

Be careful what you pick!

Loyalties

2005-09-14T06:08:00.000-07:00

While at a leadership training, we were instructed to select words to describe us.

Loyal was the most popular term sought after.

Which brings me to my purpose for this blog:
I tend to say no a bit too much and push others out, but for those chosen few I have let in, you have my loyalty for life-just like my puppy, whose brain is the size of a pecan and who knows no better. Am I asking too much for the same loyalty?
I've recently had an interaction with a long time friend, who in my opinion, has chosen to allow our friendship to dissolve. Their loyalties are to jobs, dating relationships, family - not that these are bad at all. You may feel as though I am placing blame, or it may be that you have done this to your loyal friends and feel guilty...

Busyness-Its all relative

2005-09-14T06:07:00.000-07:00

As an active multi-tasker, I do not understand the concept of busyness. Sure, I have allot on my plate, but I strongly believe that with a structured plan and organization, all things can be accomplished. How is it that 2 people can do the exact same job while 1 person completely drowns, the other is punching that clock at 5 to leave???

Think about it...

Juicy Chicks

2005-09-09T13:09:00.000-07:00

Several of my girlfriends and I have decided we are "healthy." Meaning: we like to eat more than we like to starve ourselves or barf. With this being said, I have declared that we should call ourselves juicy. Doesn't that sound much more appealing? Think about it... Juicy Fruit, a rather quickly bland piece of chewing gum, has made a name for itself after the great "juicy" phrase.

So, to all my slightly chubby friends, I hope you feel a little more appealing knowing that you are after all not "healthy" but rather juicy!

Confidence in a Can

2005-09-05T13:07:00.000-07:00

I think that you should be able to take a pill that will assess the level of your confidence and place it at "just right!" The idea is very similar to a chia pet. If your head is too big and full of confidence, shrink it down. If your ego is too small, pour some water on it and watch it grow! Think about the potential of this product people!

2005-09-02T12:56:00.000-07:00

Sitting at the Cool Kids' Table

It appears that blogging is the new thing to do. Perhaps I am an old lady stuck in a slightly younger body, but I just don't get this "blogging." Maybe I don't understand the "blogging" or maybe I just prefer having few people really know what's going on throughout my head. Despite this, I have decided to writel you, my dearest companions. I present That's Poochy.