tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49748880535241021282024-02-22T13:01:48.235-08:00such is life...kiley madison wiscombekileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-65687994145977887002010-07-10T00:19:00.000-07:002010-07-10T00:24:05.977-07:00these are a few of my favorite things:<div style="text-align: center;">lightning</div><div style="text-align: center;">the wind in my hair</div><div style="text-align: center;">the smell of fresh rain on the cement</div><div style="text-align: center;">colored sharpies</div><div style="text-align: center;">down comforters and great sheets</div><div style="text-align: center;">ice cold water</div><div style="text-align: center;">big sweatshirts that are worn in</div><div style="text-align: center;">high heels that make my calves look awesome</div><div style="text-align: center;">my feet</div><div style="text-align: center;">cleaning supplies</div><div style="text-align: center;">old pictures that bring back memories</div><div style="text-align: center;">a really good hug</div><div style="text-align: center;">thunder</div><div style="text-align: center;">fireworks that are so loud you can feel it</div><div style="text-align: center;">dancing in the kitchen</div><div style="text-align: center;">laughing so hard tears roll down my cheeks</div><div style="text-align: center;">long drives with no particular destination</div><div style="text-align: center;">sunsets</div><div style="text-align: center;">laying in the sun for hours</div><div style="text-align: center;">road trips</div><div style="text-align: center;">my hands and the tan lines from my rings</div><div style="text-align: center;">eggs on toast<br />
having my hair played with</div><div style="text-align: center;">body butter</div><div style="text-align: center;">silver jewelery</div><div style="text-align: center;">princess cut diamonds and how they sparkle</div><div style="text-align: center;">my eyes</div><div style="text-align: center;">rainier cherries</div><div style="text-align: center;">oriental rice crackers by the pound</div><div style="text-align: center;">making breakfast... french toast, hash browns, bacon, eggs...</div><div style="text-align: center;">full body massages</div><div style="text-align: center;">making people laugh and be happy</div><div style="text-align: center;">incredible views of city lights</div><div style="text-align: center;">long walks and hikes with great views</div><div style="text-align: center;">foot rubs... giving and receiving</div><div style="text-align: center;">roasting marsh mellows over the stove on forks</div><div style="text-align: center;">camping... in a tent</div><div style="text-align: center;">singing at the top of my lungs in the car</div><div style="text-align: center;">being barefoot</div><div style="text-align: center;">gifts that have more sentimental value than monetary value</div><div style="text-align: center;">pedicures</div><div style="text-align: center;">christmas lights</div><div style="text-align: center;">mod podge picture blocks</div><div style="text-align: center;">making friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">steak so good you don't need any sauce</div><div style="text-align: center;">seattle waterfront, the aquarium and pike place market</div><div style="text-align: center;">freshly shaved legs</div><div style="text-align: center;">pouring rain after a dry spell</div><div style="text-align: center;">seafood cocktail from ivars</div><div style="text-align: center;">naps on sunday afternoon on the front room floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">bones... the tv show</div><div style="text-align: center;">the color green</div><div style="text-align: center;">inside jokes</div><div style="text-align: center;">dreams that feel oh-so real</div><div style="text-align: center;">pistachios</div><div style="text-align: center;">exploding targets and big guns</div><div style="text-align: center;">the ringing of an assigned ring tone</div><div style="text-align: center;">cabela's</div><div style="text-align: center;">ford trucks</div><div style="text-align: center;">grape nuts cereal</div><div style="text-align: center;">sleeping in</div><div style="text-align: center;">roses and orchids and gerber daisies</div><div style="text-align: center;">dc shoes that make my feet look cute and bossy</div><div style="text-align: center;">manual transmissions</div><div style="text-align: center;">quotable movies and comedians</div><div style="text-align: center;">victoria's secret five for twenty-five tables</div><div style="text-align: center;">hot yoga</div><div style="text-align: center;">giraffe print</div><div style="text-align: center;">hand written letters</div><div style="text-align: center;">a really good pen that writes really well</div><div style="text-align: center;">surprises</div><div style="text-align: center;">otters... river and sea</div><div style="text-align: center;">dishes</div><div style="text-align: center;">clean clothes</div><div style="text-align: center;">listening to a soothing voice</div><div style="text-align: center;">sleep (which i'm hoping i'll get some of tonight)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-kmw-</div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-53590503902471687902010-06-29T16:16:00.000-07:002010-06-29T16:16:13.823-07:00hilarity in the work place<div style="text-align: center;">so here i sit, taking calls like i do every day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i have my feet propped up on my desk like so:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3UXpaFlOPx8j3lJT1aQknP8DgJXVO2jY-slxqBy1hqUCdaJRaKeisvCnUneotNMm0PjTw9dmUNpzFR7aq2S2ZWSDnf48_y0x2mYSBrX_4fbCHvAQ1tN-BEk7ZAYy6E6c4ZXOhXuRPWs/s1600/0622101458-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3UXpaFlOPx8j3lJT1aQknP8DgJXVO2jY-slxqBy1hqUCdaJRaKeisvCnUneotNMm0PjTw9dmUNpzFR7aq2S2ZWSDnf48_y0x2mYSBrX_4fbCHvAQ1tN-BEk7ZAYy6E6c4ZXOhXuRPWs/s320/0622101458-00.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">i sit like this every day.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">i've been having a less than fantastic day today...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">it's a long story, i'm not going to get into it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">i have my keyboard in my lap and my headset clipped to my shirt.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">just relaxing, trying to focus on something besides my hatred of stupid people.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">all of a sudden i moved slightly and felt gravity pulling me in a direction i didn't necessarily want to go...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">i grabbed my half-a-cubicle partition in hopes that i could save myself.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">i failed.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">before i could blink i was on my back.</div><div style="text-align: center;">my keyboard was on the ground next to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">my headset cord was pulling at my shirt and the headphones were around my neck</div><div style="text-align: center;">my leg was almost in the trash can</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the right arm rest of my chair busted clean off...</div><div style="text-align: center;">all i could do was lay there and laugh.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i laughed so hard i was crying</div><div style="text-align: center;">my co-workers asked if i was ok and tried to pick my sorry self up off the floor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i continued to laugh and had to stifle myself through an incoming call.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the crash made such a loud noise my supervisor heard it from across the call center while he was in the boss's office.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm still laughing...</div><div style="text-align: center;">i haven't fallen out of a chair since i was in jr high...</div><div style="text-align: center;">epic storesonline chair fail...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">-kmw-</div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-50985732441202602682010-06-23T13:31:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:31:55.058-07:00leaps and bounds...wow, so i'm a bum and i never blog... i've got some down time at the workplace so i figure, why not update the world on my wonderful, crazy, off-the-wall life.<br />
<br />
since january i've been living in the mormon mecca...<br />
that's right, orem, utah.<br />
i've had a good run, love my roommates, love the people i work with, love being close to relations.<br />
the start wasn't my favorite.<br />
as many of you know i'm not a fan of freezing my butt off...<br />
i like it where it is, thank you.<br />
but i survived the winter.<br />
the sun is loving me currently.<br />
i'm a lovely shade of brown.<br />
my roommates and sisters are jealous. (haha)<br />
i recently took a trip to fargo, north dakota to visit a boy...<br />
i seriously have never been on a better vacation.<br />
the country was beautiful.<br />
in the words of mr. fargo, himself:<br />
"IT'S GOD'S COUNTRY!"<br />
i'll say that i agree one-hundred percent.<br />
we spent a lot of time driving around seeing the sights.<br />
yes it's flat and pretty boring as far as terrain goes, but the open fields and farms are awesome.<br />
we took a few trips across the river into minnesota.<br />
i got to stand in the hand of the giant paul bunyan statue.<br />
we also went to itasca state park, which was AWESOME.<br />
all in all it was a very awesome vacation and i can't wait to go back.<br />
my plan is to go back in august for another visit...<br />
anyway, since i got back i just haven't felt like utah is the place for me anymore.<br />
so i'm going to move back to washington.<br />
i dont have a definite date yet, but i'm sticking around utah for the summer and then going back in the fall.<br />
i hope to go to school at BCC (or Bellevue College) or LWTech.<br />
i'm not sure where i'll live or what i'll do for work, but i have a couple months to figure that out.<br />
anyway... it just feels like the right thing for me to do right now.<br />
<br />
hope you all have a wonderful week<br />
<br />
-kmw-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-27089080777679510332010-04-03T11:31:00.000-07:002010-07-10T00:30:25.143-07:00one word... epicso this april fools will definitely be one for the books. <br />
it was epic to say the least...<br />
<br />
the prank: "congrats!"<br />
<br />
so i moved to utah in january<br />
a little over a month after my friend moved back down here from washington<br />
everyone at work thought that the reason i was moving here was to follow him.<br />
my store manager flat out asked me if that's why i was moving.<br />
i told him no WAY!!<br />
i also had people making bets on how long i would last SINGLE in OREM UTAH...<br />
but in the spirit of feeding the gullible...<br />
i borrowed a friend's engagement ring and took a picture of that particular friend kissing my cheek and holding my hand up...<br />
i sent the picture to my store manager, my zone manager and a couple of my co-workers...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHNoyqtjB2qkg2FtnpDTTL7_D6ulb_e1GpwOPu0HP4vomINrO42d4IsgfdkUDYDJtWQE0XuAdCPZO25oMQfzfwfJj197B8veTrbjWCjD0q4UNvZX43kGqG2lWUyB5XkwsROHI4POWGEg/s1600/aprilfools1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHNoyqtjB2qkg2FtnpDTTL7_D6ulb_e1GpwOPu0HP4vomINrO42d4IsgfdkUDYDJtWQE0XuAdCPZO25oMQfzfwfJj197B8veTrbjWCjD0q4UNvZX43kGqG2lWUyB5XkwsROHI4POWGEg/s320/aprilfools1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my store manager said "CONGRATS!!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my zone manager said "WHAT?! i did NOT approve of this! is he good to you?!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my friend said "kilay! no way!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">we all laughed and it was hilarious</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">until i tried to get the ring off...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">it was stuck.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">it went on JUST fine</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">which had me confused...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">we tried EVERYthing to get it off...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">soap</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">lotion</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">oil</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">floss</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">ice</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i stood outside in the snow with my hand in the air...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">nothing worked...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my friend was nervous to tell her husband what had happened</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i was nervous that i was gunna lose my finger...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">or have over $3000 dollars stuck on it forever...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">we finally decided to let it sit over night and see if the swelling would go down.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my finger had puffed up and been rubbed raw from all the twisting and turning and maneuvering we did to try and get it off.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i continued to get text after text and call after call until 3am...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">in the morning the swelling had gone down </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">but not enough to get the ring off</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and it was now stuck to my finger in the places it was rubbed raw</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i went to work and everyone thought at first that i had really gotten engaged on april fools day...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">until i showed them my hand closer....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">when they saw the swollen redness they laughed...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my supervisors busted up...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i left on my lunch break to go with my roommate to Jared's to see what they could do for me</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">the lady didnt know what to do so she asked the manager...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">in the mean time, my roomie and i went around the corner and sat on the couch...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">we heard him laugh before we saw him....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">he came around the corner and asked to see it...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">he was laughing hysterically....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6biddn2FAHnihTYKaQnW9dmdQJ_R0sKJD-49LcImO_nomDw6WsxbrgkYnCPWhyAQ0N6VrDIx22_g-cFYi9vNYDtOfujBWp1rR5OVD95u5RyrUzeRIqoij94OzltoyHH4C5HqXlqs9nA4/s1600/aprilfools3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6biddn2FAHnihTYKaQnW9dmdQJ_R0sKJD-49LcImO_nomDw6WsxbrgkYnCPWhyAQ0N6VrDIx22_g-cFYi9vNYDtOfujBWp1rR5OVD95u5RyrUzeRIqoij94OzltoyHH4C5HqXlqs9nA4/s320/aprilfools3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">he said it was the best thing he had seen in a long time.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">he said he loved me and that he was glad i was laughing about it...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">they cut the ring...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">stuffed two sets of pliers under it and pulled it apart...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">it cut my finger when i pulled it off..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my finger is still swollen, but not as bad...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">the spots where it was rubbed raw are now scabbing over...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">looks like the joke was on me.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my friend whose ring it was has insurance</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">so they cut it off and will put it back together for free.<br />
i'm so glad we got it off my finger...<br />
it's no longer swollen as bad as it WAS<br />
and the raw spot are now scabbing...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqL7IuetGohxfDjqm1a1OIHakHCGrzoC11vQYKV5FzgEiL1f73U9gOJwqesUKSKEMzDfgZNlMGZShra6NyC-q1MAKPRFYxUlDK_gQXTggbNyXnPBNOrx4R_KiSIXp1WUF7JGfqqWdocJ8/s1600/aprilfools4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqL7IuetGohxfDjqm1a1OIHakHCGrzoC11vQYKV5FzgEiL1f73U9gOJwqesUKSKEMzDfgZNlMGZShra6NyC-q1MAKPRFYxUlDK_gQXTggbNyXnPBNOrx4R_KiSIXp1WUF7JGfqqWdocJ8/s320/aprilfools4.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">oh well...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">it was worth it.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>-kmw-</div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-91509317583208237872010-03-28T18:43:00.000-07:002010-03-28T19:32:41.053-07:00ping-pong = stupidi used to be a big fan of ping pong.<br />i've had a lot of time to just sit and think today...<br />and i've decided that ping pong SUCKS.<br />especially when you play against a guy.<br />it's completely unfair.<br />they bring a new meaning to the phrase "being the ball"<br />let me elaborate.<br />there is no gray area when it comes to guys....<br />they're either on, or they're off...<br />in the immortal words of katy perry:<br /><em>"you're hot then you're cold, </em><br /><em>you're yes then you're no, </em><br /><em>you're in then you're out, </em><br /><em>you're up then you're down</em><em>..."</em><br />i feel like i've got "a case of a love bi-polar"...<br />if you're into me, you're into me...<br />if you're not, you're not...<br />but it can't be "i'm into you yesterday...<br />but not today...<br />but maybe tomorrow."<br />it's just not fair....<br />not by any stretch of the imagination.<br />you can't have your cake and eat it too.<br />that's not how it works.<br />it's not fair to girls because that's just asking for a mental break down.<br />it's not fair to guys because they're potentially missing out on something that could have been great.<br />and this is why:<br />inevitably the girl will get tired and put her paddle down on the table and walk away.<br />i'm about to that point.<br />call me crazy, but i'm the type of girl that likes a straight answer.<br />whether it hurts or not.<br />tell me the truth!<br />i'd rather have the truth and be hurt right NOW<br />than to be dropped later and have it be from such a height that i can't recover.<br />and that is the voice of experience...<br />it's hard to recover gracefully when you've fallen face first over the edge.<br />sometimes i just think that it looks so hilarious that guys let us fall just to see how funny girls look when their face hits the pavement...<br />other times i think that girls over-think things and send themselves careening over the edge without thinking...<br />like my dad always says:<br />"it's not the fall that kills you...<br />its the quick stop at the bottom."<br />then there's the complete opposite situation...<br />when you've been told bluntly that this is not it,<br />but you go for it anyway...<br />these people are just gluttons for punishment.<br />if you put yourself in the situation<br />deal with it<br />if you're doing it to yourself,<br />i have no sympathy for you.<br />you have the power to change your situation.<br />so do it.<br />stop complaining.<br />i feel like this has been a very random rambling...<br />if you followed it, good for you.<br />if not... sorry.<br /><br />-kmw-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-3433383165589778412010-02-18T11:29:00.000-08:002010-02-18T11:54:00.843-08:00the cure for laryngitis: shut up!!so... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> home from work today with a bit of laryngitis plus a fever... i figured now is as good a time as any to blog!<br /><br />this stupid sickness has been really interesting for me because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> usually one of the loudest people on earth...<br />and being without a voice really sucks! i literally was whispering for 3 days straight because that's all the sound that would come out...<br />turns out that was a BAD idea because whispering is more harsh on the vocal <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">chords</span> than talking...<br />my boss, Dan, printed off a thing about laryngitis for me yesterday, plopped it down on my desk and said "we're <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">gunna</span> get you better!"<br />it was pretty funny.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'd</span> like to take this opportunity to point out that Shea was spot-on...<br />he was over on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">monday</span> and said "ya know what the cure for your throat is?"<br />i said... well, whispered, "what's that?"<br />he said "shut up."<br />i laughed so hard!<br />but he was so right!<br />on the list of things on the print out Dan gave me the first thing is "avoid speaking"...<br />go figure.<br />so i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">didnt</span> talk all day yesterday unless i absolutely HAD to and my voice is slowly returning.<br />the only bad thing is now other symptoms of laryngitis <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ar</span> showing today...<br />i now have a fever...<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">rar</span>.<br />on top of that all the coughing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> been doing has made it so that every time i cough it feels like someone is kicking me in the ribs.<br />and i cough so hard i almost hurl my guts out...<br />it's pretty much awful.<br />and THEN i sliced my finger open on a spatula yesterday...<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> not having a very good week it seems...<br />well... not a very good week with my health that is...<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> been having a FANTASTIC week other than that!!<br />i am no longer wondering what the crap <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> doing in Utah...<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> having the time of my life.<br />i love my roommates.<br />i love my friends.<br />i love my GIRLS!<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> meeting people all the time and having a blast.<br />life is good.<br /><br />-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-71720275309673513282010-02-04T10:41:00.000-08:002010-02-04T14:42:55.851-08:00adventures in motion...i rode to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">utah</span> with a couple of my brother-in-law's friends in a truck with all my crap <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tarped</span> and tied to the back in the bed. i was exhausted from singing my lungs out at karaoke the night before (or should i say morning) and running on about 6 hours of sleep for the last handful of days...<br />let me go back a few days...<br />the last week in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">washington</span> was the most traumatic and sad week EVER.<br />bowling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">saturday</span> night was a blast... got to see some old friends that i haven't seen for a long time and bowl till we dropped. GREAT FUN<br />there were a few <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">goodbyes</span> that were especially harder than others...<br />including a certain someone that i care very much about...<br />he came over to say goodbye and we decided we needed a caramel apple spice from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">starbucks</span>.<br />we drove around talking about things like we always do and when it came time to head home the tears started flowing...<br />i sat in silence for most of the ride home...<br />when we pulled into the parking spot at my apartment i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">couldn't</span> hold back anymore...<br />we got out of the car and i hugged him and held on for a long time. the whole time he kept saying "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kiley</span>, don't cry! please! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">dont</span> cry!" and trying to get me to quit...<br />i said "i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">dont</span> want you to go"<br />(he was SUPPOSED to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">leaving</span> the next morning...)<br />he hugged me again and held me there for a while until the sobbing subsided.<br />we were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">interrupted</span> by a few <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">raccoons</span> messing around in the bushes...<br />dumb animals...<br />he's afraid of them... (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">haha</span>)<br />he said to go inside before they attacked me (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">haha</span>!) and he went to his car and opened the door and watched the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">raccoons</span> a bit more before he got in and drove away...<br />i stood outside and watched until i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">couldn't</span> see his car anymore<br />and then i went inside and completely lost it.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span> pretty sure my roommate thought i was absolutely insane...<br />i decided to go to bed, which was awful because i cried myself to sleep...<br />(for the record, i haven't cried that hard in YEARS...)<br />i woke up the next morning with puffy eyes and a headache...<br />that day was my last day of work.<br />saying goodbye to people at work wasn't as hard as i thought it would be...<br />i did cry a little when people hugged me, but when it was time to clock out i was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">OUTA</span> THERE!<br />i drove home from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">lowe's</span> one last time.<br />the next day was spent packing up the rest of my junk and getting it ready to load in the truck.<br />we loaded it all up, tied it down and then i went and had dinner with my family.<br />dinner was GREAT! i love my family. they rock.<br />i went back to my apartment and got ready for my karaoke.<br />Mr. I'm Leaving in the Morning called me and was still in town so he came over to say goodbye one more time.<br />he showed up as i was finishing my hair for my karaoke going-away party.<br />i finished up and sat on his lap and we talked for a little while.<br />i told him i was sorry about my emotional episode and that i would restrain myself this time.<br />this goodbye was much better.<br />we kissed goodbye (mushy, i know, but it was sweet) and i walked him to the door...<br />i left seconds after he did because i was running late to my own party!<br />as i was driving toward the freeway i pulled up next to him and stuck my hand up on the window in the ASL symbol for "i love you"<br />he pointed at himself "me?"<br />i nodded.<br />he smiled.<br />i pulled ahead and he got behind me.<br />i started to cry.<br />had to stop myself though, because i just did my makeup!<br />i rushed to my parents, met up with r.e.l. and we were off.<br />we arrived and were the only ones there until my great friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">joooody</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">jon</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ay</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">aaron</span> showed up!<br />we laughed and talked and i sang...<br />my songs:<br />before he cheats - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">carrie</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">underwood</span><br />gunpowder and lead - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">miranda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">lambert</span><br />i sang at the top of my lungs and almost lost my voice so i kept coughing, but i did well according to my friends! (hopefully they're not just being nice)<br />at the end of the night i hugged everyone and said goodbye.<br />i went back to the apartment and crashed on the couch after packing up a few more things and changing my outfit to a more travel-friendly pair of leggings and a sweatshirt.<br />they picked me up about 3 hours later and we loaded up the last few things and hit the road...<br />well... almost.<br />we stopped by my parents house where mom and dad were waiting with a bag of food and hugs.<br />i said goodbye to them, tried not to cry, got in the truck and we drove off.<br />i slept for about half an hour and then started <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">texting</span>...<br />about an hour later i started to feel sick...<br />no good...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">i'm</span> one of those kids that gets car-sick if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">i'm</span> not looking out the window...<br />i said "next rest-stop we gotta pull off... i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">don't</span> feel too <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">hott</span>"<br />we were in the middle of the pass and it was snowing.<br />the next stop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">didn't</span> come fast enough.<br />i had to get out and NOW.<br />we pulled off the side of the road and i almost <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">didn't</span> make it...<br />i had to put my hand over my mouth and wait for him to open my door and let me out.<br />i jumped from the truck and landed in the snow, wearing short leggings, flip-flops and a sweatshirt, and hurled my guts out on the side of the road.<br />the best part? the only thing i had eaten was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">poppy seed</span> muffin.<br />needless to say it made for some interesting designs in the snow...<br />so gross.<br />to make matters worse, while i was puking the driver thought he should check on the load.<br />turns out the tarp we had used to cover it all was torn to shreds.<br />fan-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">flippin</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">tastic</span>.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">soooo</span> we pulled of at the next stop<br />(which happened to be about 100yards from where i was throwing up)<br />and purchased a new tarp and some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Gatorade</span> and crackers for me...<br />i laid in the back seat of the truck and called my parents to give them the update on the situation.<br />we finally got back on the road 2+ hours later...<br />i slept for most of the rest of the trip.<br />we finally pulled into town at 2am.<br />we arrived at the house and started unloading the truck.<br />oh, did i mention that as we pulled in it was only 4 degrees outside?!<br />yeah.<br />single digit.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">fu</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">reezing</span>.<br />we finally got everything inside and my bed (more or less) set up, which is all i really cared about and i crashed...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">i'm</span> pretty sure i slept most of the day...<br />my best friend came over and we started unloading a few things.<br />since then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">i've</span> decorated and re-decorated, arranged and re-arranged a few times.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">i'm</span> loving it.<br />my girls are AWESOME!! i love them so much!!<br />we have such a good time together!!<br />i hope you've enjoyed my traveling adventure...<br />until next time.<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-7829972967047658052010-02-03T20:39:00.000-08:002010-02-03T21:29:55.602-08:00and so begins two-thousand-ten...so it's been QUITE a while since i blogged last... and a LOT has happened since that last blog...<br /><br />i no longer live in washington, although it will always be my home, i currently reside in orem utah... crazy huh??<br /><br />i live with three girls in a house in north orem and i'm loving it! it's an awesome house! i have the master bedroom with my own bathroom and a huge closet, so i'm not complaining!<br /><br /><div align="center">this is me and my lovely ladies! lacey and katelyn!</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434254786032399634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdHGyo9RfR-ZndSshGi4KaNERwiBHObBsPThxfUEpEFhdHhZGE_S_BkYadK-BHNXP971daSLh64kRnTAbnETsDOmNA8YpfTPMnZmvby29b-j-X7iKNw81qZ_XoSzh72rf0Oyr02H0XF6I/s400/roomies3.jpg" /><br /><br />i work as an agent for a company called StoresOnline, which is the same place that two of my three roommates work. i answer phones and schedule conferences for people all over the united states. in fact i'd love to share an adventure with you!<br /><br />i totally got hit on over the phone... here's how the call went...<br /><br />"thank you for calling conference registration, my name is kiley, are you calling to secure seats for an upcoming comference?"<br /><br />"yeah i got this thing in the mail..."<br /><br />"ok, which day and time would you like to attend the conference?"<br /><br />"well... the only time i'm seeing here is on a tuesday... unfortunately i wont be able to attend that one because i'm a workin' man... i work monday through friday, i'm a lineman..."<br /><br />"like... a football lineman?"<br /><br />"no... i put up power lines"<br /><br />"oh..."<br />"which type of lineman do you prefer?"<br /><br />"uh... either one i guess?"<br /><br />"ah! well miss kiley, are you going to be at this conference i'm going to miss?"<br /><br />"uh... no, i'm just in the call center..."<br /><br />"oh... well when is the next conference?"<br /><br />"they usually come around every six to eight months..."<br /><br />"oh... well... are you going to be at that one?"<br /><br />"um... actually i'm not even in the same state as the conference you would attend..."<br /><br />"well... i travel..."<br /><br />"*hahaha!* uh... well... um..."<br /><br />"if you're not going to be at the conference how am i supposed to get a date with you?"<br /><br />"um... i... dont know..."<br /><br />"hmm... well, then i hope i meet a girl at ta conference sometime that has as sweet of a voice as you do."<br /><br />"well thank you..."<br /><br />"you're sure welcome, miss. you have a good day now... hope i get to talk to you again"<br /><br />"*haha* you too... have a great day"<br /><br />"i will now"<br /><br /><br /><br />i was seriously busting up by the end of the call... i was trying to keep it professional the whole time, it was awkward, but it was so priceless!! i get hit on all the time... apparently i have a good phone voice or something...<br /><br />anyway... i'm going to make a concerted effort to blog more often... i forgot how much i like sharing my crazy stories! it's gunna be a good year!!<br /><br /><br /><br />-kmw-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-40506354266338612722009-09-24T14:28:00.000-07:002009-09-24T14:58:27.655-07:00adventures are golden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUrap0i_osD4kg5cyOLMs5hOzQ9QC6YDENcJvI7pFakHsqJjkV44jkKtCpaeRSedlKdakM8xGhR4ixvFvUliszkGLMja0fT_PTlXE3SY7xPdbFpFDLCgCiEPiZ5UEZyeXmjwgZgte9Fs/s1600-h/100_0092again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385149627968090530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUrap0i_osD4kg5cyOLMs5hOzQ9QC6YDENcJvI7pFakHsqJjkV44jkKtCpaeRSedlKdakM8xGhR4ixvFvUliszkGLMja0fT_PTlXE3SY7xPdbFpFDLCgCiEPiZ5UEZyeXmjwgZgte9Fs/s400/100_0092again.jpg" border="0" /></a> i absolutely love the sunset and the Seattle skyline... this is an absolutely breath-taking shot of the Olympic Mountains... gorgeous! i have a friend (pictured) who just moved here and has never seen any of the beautiful places and scenes of Seattle. so we went exploring! this shot was taken from the beach at Golden Gardens and the shot of the two of us was taken in the tunnel.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385149639587860354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdKKEGTVXw6nM-ZFCoxuFsLVtzKQDdr_JoJiJoBq3yx1E2GedHIkwRumhcovrzHLR9dPIbJL2jeuvLrxRSM9y8I4o50TgcQTUXScN-sLFJkF8jJlKaF7OC1ka4mI7d9ar4lDH0EiRaB9Y/s400/100_0107again.jpg" border="0" />i must say that it is good to have someone that is easy to talk to. someone i can relate with. it's refreshing!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> aware that it's been 9 months and then some since i blogged... and that's awful! i was talking to my sister last night and apparently it's going around... she hasn't blogged for a bit either. i thought it was about time i update the world on what's been going on in my crazy little life lately.<br /><br />i have moved back into my old apartment complex but this time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span> got two new roommates. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> still working at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lowe's</span> in the lumber department, unfortunately... but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> keeping my hopes up that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'll</span> get out soon. i recently spent some time in the doctor's office and hospital emergency room with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MRSA"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MRSA</span></a> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Methicillin</span> Resistant Staphylococcus <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Aureus</span>). i could have died! crazy huh? good news: i survived. the only thing i have to show for it is a couple scars... oh! and some pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">gnarly</span> medical bills... ha!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">aaaaaaanyway</span>... blog later! :)<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-55044512923216953462009-01-01T14:56:00.000-08:002009-01-01T15:40:23.272-08:00the front of my best friend's car is missing...HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!<br />we brought in 2009 with a bang... quite literally...<br />as Megs, Alex and i were driving home last night, Megs and i in her car and Alex in hers, we missed a turn and went down a road in the wrong direction...<br />we came to a Y in the road and took the left... shortly after taking the left i noticed that Alex was no longer behind us... wondering where she might have gone we turned around and headed back, thinking that maybe she had taken the right instead of following us...<br />as we came back to the Y in the road we saw an accident involving 2 cars and a couple other cars around the scene.<br />"wow... we just came through here... on my gosh that's Alex"<br />we pulled over and got out and rushed over to her... one look at the car and it was obvious that that car wasn't going ANYWHERE... the entire front of the car, from about the front wheels forward, was gone... pretty much spread all over the road...<br />thankfully she was unharmed. she was a bit sore from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">seat belt</span> and airbag, but other than that just fine. a little shook up she asked for her phone, makeup and coat as we took her over to Megs car to sit down. she said that she had screamed the whole time while it happened and kept screaming until she was out of the car...<br />a couple guys who had apparently shown up immediately after the accident came over shouting at us "if you leave the scene of the accident you'll all be thrown in jail!!"<br />Megs put on her mom-face and started shouting back at them and telling them to back off...<br />Alex called her dad, the ambulance had already been called and were on their way, as were the police and a fire truck.<br />the passenger of the other car was walking around with severe head trauma, glass from the windshield in his face and shouting "i can't go back to prison! i can't go back to prison! put me in that car and get me out of here! i can't go back to prison!"<br />Megs turns around says "get in the car and lock the doors"<br />the finally got him to sit down on the tailgate of the truck that hit Alex until the ambulance showed up...<br />apparently the driver of the other car had taken off running after she had gotten out of the car. they were both drunk, driver and passenger. the passenger didn't have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">seat belt</span> on... which is probably why he had the windshield pieces in his face. the other guys described the driver to the police and the paramedics and firemen asked all the questions.<br />they made sure Alex was stable and uninjured and then waited for the other ambulance to show up to take her to the hospital.<br />in the mean time i called my dad...<br />"hi dad... sorry to wake you up... first of all, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> fine... second of all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> calling from Megan's phone because mine is dead... thirdly... Alex has been in an accident and the entire front of her car is missing... she's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span>, the ambulance, firetruck and police are here... i didn't want you to worry, so i thought <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'd</span> call and tell you that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> alright... we're waiting for the other ambulance to come, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> going to ride with Alex in the ambulance to the hospital and then Megan will bring me home..."<br />the other aid car showed up and they put <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Alex</span> inside on a backboard and did some more tests... it was raining, of course. i mentioned to Megs that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">no one</span> ever seems to get in a car accident in the sunshine... not even in the movies... it's always dark and rainy...<br />finally after being outside in the rain for a good half hour, 45 minutes we were on our way to the hospital.<br />Alex was very calm and level-headed throughout the whole ordeal... she even called a friend of ours that she was supposed to be going to see on her way home...<br />"so... i don't think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'm</span> going to make it... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">i'm</span> strapped to a backboard in the back of an ambulance on my way to the hospital right now..." she was laughing and making jokes and everything...<br />we arrived at the hospital and got out of the aid car... as they pulled her out on the stretcher <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">she</span> said "please don't drop me!!" the firefighter that had been in the back with us, James (totally nice guy) said "uh... you're already on the ground..." it was pretty funny. John, the driver was pretty funny the whole time too. all of them were nice. the firefighters, the police, the paramedics... all really awesome guys.<br />we went into the emergency room and a few minutes later her dad and little brother showed up... Megs came in a few minutes later, after changing into something dry... she was soaking wet from being out in the rain.<br />we were at the hospital until after 6am... we finally said goodnight, or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">good morning</span> rather, to Alex and her family and went home.<br />we're all thankful to be alive... it could have been so much worse...<br />ALWAYS WEAR YOUR <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">SEAT BELT</span>!!!<br />because what do <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">seat belts</span> do Alex??<br />"SAVE LIVES!!"<br /><br />love ya <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">girly</span>... lemme know if i left any of it!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span> glad you're safe.<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-83052146999451764292009-01-01T14:18:00.000-08:002009-01-01T14:54:50.893-08:00six russians get stuck in the snow...so my best friend and i went to a movie...<br />wait, back up...<br />so it dumped snow in Seattle Washington...<br />seriously... 10 inches of snow on my deck...<br />my best friend and i decided to go to see a movie in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bellevue</span>...<br />she came to pick me up and we got stuck in the snow twice... i pushed her out both times and we decided not to go down my street after that until the snow was gone.<br />we went to the movie, and on our way home we saw someone stuck on the side of the road in the snow... i said that we should pull over and help because after pushing her car out as well as a few others over the past few days that it had snowed i felt confident that i knew what i was doing and could get them out...<br />so we pulled over, i asked if they would like some help for which they were very grateful. i got out of the car and there were 4 big guys standing around this little red car. all 4 of them looked at me and then looked at each other as if they doubted my ability to get a car out of the snow...<br />after talking to them for all of 30 seconds i discovered that they were, in fact, not from the US...<br />they were Russians...<br />from Russia...<br />and they were stuck in the snow...<br />i asked "doesn't it snow a lot over there?? you should be able to get this out by yourself right??"<br />oh well...<br />they were speaking in a foreign language and i had no idea what was going on, but i tried to coach the driver to rock the car... forward, backward, forward, backward... so that he could get some momentum and get out of the ditch that he had created by spinning his tires... (idiot... if you're in the snow and you push the gas and your car doesn't go anywhere... TAKE YOUR FOOT OFF THE GAS PEDAL!!)<br />i was talking to one of them who, since i had gotten out of the car, had been thanking me profusely for stopping and telling me i was a good citizen, and he pointed out that he had placed the chains that they had in front of the tires...<br />i explained that they weren't going to do any good unless they moved the car first... DUH.<br />just then 2 other guys pulled up in a truck and asked if we wanted some help... they asked if we had a tow rope...<br />of course not!<br />one of the Russians suggested he just push the car out, but that would have destroyed the back of the little red car.<br />after standing around for a handful of minutes they threw up their hands and called it quits...<br />before they drove off another car, driving quite erratically i might add, pulled up with 2 more Russians in it... OBVIOUSLY drunk... Banana was standing a few feet away from the red car, freezing in her little cute Puma shoes and chatting with the Russians... she and i observed that from the second we got out of the car we could smell the alcohol and it only got worse when these other 2 Russians showed up... wow...<br />we were all laughing and having a pretty nice time, considering the situation...<br />after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">struggling</span> in the snow and trying unsuccessfully to get the car out for about 45 minutes i gained control of the whole group and tried to be positive and said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span> guys, we can do this. we can get this little car out... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i've</span> gotten THAT car out of the snow twice today, by myself (pointing to Banana's little black Golf) so with the 6 of you helping, this should be CAKE!!"<br />we proceeded to take our positions around the car, one of them suggested that i drive because then they would have a little more man-power to push...<br />so i got in the car...<br />"on the count of three <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gunna</span> go forward, then just listen for me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'll</span> tell you which way to push... 1...2...3!!!!"<br />i slammed it into drive, punched the gas<br />slammed it into reverse, punched the gas<br />the car started to rock<br />slammed it back into drive, punched the gas<br />slammed it back into reverse, punched the gas<br />it rocked even more<br />slammed it back into drive and out of the hole i went!!<br />i drove a bit down the road to a safe spot where i wouldn't get stuck and from behind me all the while i could hear 6 very happy Russians shouting "YEAH!!! SHE DID IT!!"<br />i parked the car, turned it off, abd before stepping out i said to myself "yup... she did it..."<br />i stepped out of the car and raised my arms in victory as they all came running down the street toward me.<br />"LEAVE IT TO THE 5' 3'' AMERICAN, WHITE GIRL!!"<br />just then i was picked up off the ground and hauled into the biggest 3-Russian hug of my life.<br />i was kissed on both cheeks by all of them and even on the forehead and nose by a couple of them (those ones were the more drunk of the bunch) it was pretty funny.<br />they thanked me over and over and over again and offered me some champagne to celebrate, i said no thanks, it's 2 in the morning and i just wanna go home and sleep...<br />one of them asked for my number... in case he got stuck again... i said "uh..." and thankfully didn't have to really answer or give him an excuse because my attention was demanded by the one that wanted to drink to success...<br />i politely declined and suggested they go home too...<br />one more round of hugs and a bunch more kisses and i said goodnight and went back to the car...<br /><br />*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ahh</span>* what a night... fun times had by all!<br />oh yeah.<br />i pushed 6 Russians out of the snow... go me.<br /><br />-kmw-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-83541754931354416112008-12-17T22:24:00.001-08:002008-12-17T23:22:54.342-08:00fifteen...<span style="font-weight: bold;">7 + 8 things you never knew you wanted to know about me...<br /></span><br />7 quirks ... this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">oughta</span> be good!<br /><br />1. i don't do mornings. not the same way my mom doesn't do mornings (to her there's no oxygen that early) no... for me if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> awake before 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ish</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'm</span> cranky, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> rude, i refuse to open my eyes until <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i've</span> adjusted to whatever light there is, i don't talk and i don't smile. 5:30 in the morning it too butt-crack early for this girl... i will agree with my mother on one part of this though... there's no such thing as 5:30 in the morning.... there's only a 5:30 in the evening and a 5:30 in the middle of the night...<br /><br />2. i HATE when my food touches on my plate... yes, the things that are SUPPOSED to touch do, but i can't stand it when the different dishes mix and mingle on my plate... gross. my dad thinks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> ridiculous and says "it's all going to the same place" yeah well... it doesn't have to START that way. (that coming from the man who doesn't like too many different "tastes" in his mouth at the same time...) i LOVE those plates with the little dividers in them...<br /><br />3. i sing. and quite well if i do say so myself. most people say that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i've</span> been blessed with my mother's voice, but i wouldn't go THAT far... hers is FAR superior to mine... but someday i hope to be as good as her. i sing in the shower, i sing in the car, i sing while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">i'm</span> drying my hair and getting ready for the day, i sing in church... i always wonder if i sing in my sleep... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hmm</span>...<br /><br />4. i have an AWFUL memory... which is why people hear the same stories over and over and over again... i forget who <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i've</span> told things to and who i haven't... (today i told my friend Mike the same story 3 times... and he was THERE when the actual event happened that i was relating... yeah it's bad) but in the same breath, i can quote any movie, even if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">i've</span> only seen it once. how does that work?<br /><br />5. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">despite</span> my obvious disdain for married people and their stupid married-people-club i actually DO want to get married... some day... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i've</span> picked out my engagement and wedding ring just like every girl does and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">i'm</span> guilty of picking out things i want at my reception... see... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">kiley</span> can be sappy and sentimental and mushy too!! i think it'd be fun and interesting. mostly because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">i'm</span> pretty sure that even though <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span> slightly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">O.C.D.</span> about my space (mainly the kitchen) and i love doing dishes and laundry and watching football <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">i'm</span> really hard to live with...<br /><br />6. i LOVE old music... my dad's music to be specific... yes i love new music too, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Creame</span>, Boston, The Doors, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Aerosmith</span>, The Who and countless others will always have a special place in my heart. my dad sings along with almost EVERY word of whatever song comes on the radio and he'll even do a little air-guitar with his tongue out the side of his mouth and his eyebrows <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">furled</span>... it's quite entertaining... GREAT music.<br /><br />7. for as long as i can remember, one of my many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">nicknames</span> has been "Miss Dramatic" (or if you would have asked me when i was younger "Mister-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Matic</span>") hard to believe i know. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">i'm</span> loud most of the time, laughing so hard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">i'm</span> crying most of the time and having full-on conversations with my siblings in "movie-quote" (i think it should be a national language... then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">i'd</span> be bi-lingual) everything that happens to me is fantastical and just begging to be relived via story-telling. but the weird thing about this quirk is that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">despite</span> my glaring need to be the center of attention, i freeze if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">i'm</span> in front of a large group of people... i can't perform on stage... it scares the CRAP out of me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">hmm</span>... haven't been able to figure this one out yet, maybe some day <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">i'll</span> get over that fear.<br /><br />are you still with me?? here we go ...<br />the crazy 8's ...<br /><br />8 TV Shows I Love to Watch:<br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">CSI</span><br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">CSI</span>: Miami<br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">CSI</span>: NY<br />4. Criminal Minds<br />5. Without a Trace<br />6. Cold Case<br />7. Family Guy<br />8. Weeds<br /><br /><br />8 Places I Love to Eat:<br />1. Taco Del Mar<br />2. Red Robin<br />3. Burger King<br />4. Taco Bell (or Taco Hell)<br />5. Woody's<br />6. mom's house<br />7. Spud's<br />8. anywhere that's free... (free food always tastes better)<br /><br />8 Things that happened yesterday:<br />1. i worked at 5:30 and didn't get off until after 3pm<br />2. i tripped over my own pant-leg and almost slammed my face into a door<br />3. i almost froze to death while waiting for the bus<br />4. i blogged for the first time in a month!<br />5. i picked out a couple songs to sing on Sunday in Sacrament Meeting<br />6. i got information about the apartment complex <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">gunna</span> try and live in when i get to Utah (thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">eektially</span>)<br />7. i went to Fred Meyer with my best friend wearing a ridiculously fantastic hat my dad got from Peru that attracted some of the most awesome facial-reactions ever<br />8. went on a little drive with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">o'bee</span>...<br /><br />8 Things I Love about Fall:<br />1. shorter days... less light... more time for sleeping<br />2. Thanksgiving... Food, Football, Family<br />3. Christmas explodes on my parent's house (yes ON, not at)<br />4. i second <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">emily's</span> thing: long sleeve shirts and scarfs<br />5. Christmas music everywhere you go<br />6. my dad dressing up for Santa gigs... oh yeah, he's an AWESOME Santa's Helper<br />(for the last 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">i'm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">gunna</span> put things i absolutely LOATH about Fall)<br />7. being cold...<br />8. people freaking out about a little dust of snow... it's like they all of a sudden forget how to drive...<br /><br />8 Things on My Wish List:<br />1. these shoes:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNq1fg4F9X3D25vPiUzd54OyBMQRcHvIiXaQkrmtBdMykUtyixRiSp4KPqyu9QbGOD1IctucpURXN8x4HppvBK2hPrsDKstZ23CK5Cj7oUTkqy9lMYb2BlGwcUl2khRgHoxpo1RMIEFN8/s1600-h/dc-quest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNq1fg4F9X3D25vPiUzd54OyBMQRcHvIiXaQkrmtBdMykUtyixRiSp4KPqyu9QbGOD1IctucpURXN8x4HppvBK2hPrsDKstZ23CK5Cj7oUTkqy9lMYb2BlGwcUl2khRgHoxpo1RMIEFN8/s320/dc-quest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025405847041746" border="0" /></a>2. this movie:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI0UDQt_gEXXOABTWWONORQ9mRqCacfe38D-H3hcecA9R_PVXa-5RlPoXE8272LuB8iAwbRdAhNzAJQ30ObMVs_NAlTL0iem_T1rMJ-ET3yDfVvsOMo-SFpsv61tnRF7O4BmmYXo8CLg/s1600-h/mamamia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI0UDQt_gEXXOABTWWONORQ9mRqCacfe38D-H3hcecA9R_PVXa-5RlPoXE8272LuB8iAwbRdAhNzAJQ30ObMVs_NAlTL0iem_T1rMJ-ET3yDfVvsOMo-SFpsv61tnRF7O4BmmYXo8CLg/s320/mamamia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281025405975637010" border="0" /></a>3. cute little things-to-put-things-in (or a gift card to The Container Store)<br />4. the wallet i picked out at Fred Meyer<br />5. one or two 8GB memory sticks/cards<br />6. a new(er) Dell Lap Top<br />7. a queen size mattress...<br />8. sheets for a queen size mattress...<br /><br />8 People I am Tagging:<br />almost everyone i would have tagged has already been tagged or has already filled this thing out... so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">i'm</span> just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">gunna</span> tag Emma and Spat... love you two!kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-48143499674611290822008-12-16T20:49:00.000-08:002008-12-17T22:12:14.256-08:00long time no blog...so i realize that it's been FOR-flipping-EVER since i blogged last... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> such a slacker, as pointed out by my LOVELY friend, Ms. P...<br />so here's a little bit of what's been going on in the wonderful world of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kiley</span> lately.<br />INTERESTING THINGS AT WORK:<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> pretty sure that people in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bellevue</span> just SUCK at using their brains... apparently all of them are so used to getting anything and everything they want, down to an EXACT order for their coffee that they take that into a hardware store and expect the same treatment... and if they don't get what they want, when they want it, they pitch a fit like a 4-year-old and do all but stomp their feet, throw themselves on the ground and bang their hands til they get put in time-out. i mean really people. grow up. for instance... i had a lady call the store and ask to have something cut and ready for her to pick it up within the hour... really? what do you think this is a drive through?<br />(some of you may recall the LAST time this happened... well this time it was worse)<br />so we did the best we could and cut the 2x2s to her exact specifications, only we didn't have them done in time for her (not to mention she wanted about 30 cuts, all different lengths, in less than half an hour) so of course she threw a tantrum and since they weren't ready for her to take them with her, she wanted them delivered, free of charge, to her house...<br />are you kidding me?<br />you want us to drive a HUGE delivery truck with 4 or 5 chopped up 2x2s from our store to your house and WAVE the 79$ delivery fee?? HA! you MUST be joking... oh no! she wasn't. in fact she was PISSED that we even QUESTIONED her reasoning behind the whole matter...<br />her reason: i called in PLENTY of time to have it done and it wasn't done when i got there. i was in a hurry and didn't have time to wait around for it to get done.<br />wow... you should have just come and picked up the dang sticks and cut them your-dang-self!! on your OWN time!<br />ANYWAY...<br />the store manager that i absolutely LOVED, totally awesome guy, just got taken away from us!! they moved him to Mill Creek to be the Operations Manager... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> NOT happy about that... right before they took him away they kicked OUR Ops Manager out (which i'm not happy about either... he was awesome too) and replaced him with some chick from Hawaii... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> pretty sure that i don't like her... wait... lemme think...<br />yeah no.<br />i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">freakin</span>' hate her.<br />she's a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">freakin</span>' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">harpie</span>...<br />she never listens to a dang word anyone says...<br />for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">reals</span>, she'll come and talk to you about something that needs to be fixed and then ask you a question regarding what she just told you about, for instance she asked me why something had been sitting on one of my aisles for over 2 weeks... i tried to explain it to her and tell her why and whatever and RIGHT after i got done explaining myself, it's like she had an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">instant</span> brain-fart and everything that just happened in the last 2 minutes was now gone...<br />meaning she said the exact same thing she just said a minute and a half ago...<br />seriously? wow.<br />she's like the Wicked Witch of the West and the White Witch from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Narnia</span> combined...<br />YIKES! i really don't like her.<br />i avoid talking to her as often as possible.<br />she bugs me in the mornings when i open...<br />it's like she didn't get the memo that Kiley's not a morning person or something....<br />even AFTER someone told her the first time she tried to talk to me in the morning without a response... (oh wait! she doesn't listen when people talk... maybe that's what the problem is...)<br />yeah... when i get to work at 5:30 in the morning and i walk in with one eye open JUST enough so that i don't run into things and the look on my face CLEARLY says "don't even talk to me" why would you try and be all cheery and carry on a conversation with me... i don't talk to anyone until at LEAST 7am... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">i'm</span> not nice... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i'd</span> lose friends if i talked to people that early in the morning... ugh.<br />and she's ALWAYS there!!! every time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">i'm</span> there she's there... talking down to people, doing the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">i'll</span>-smile-while-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">i'm</span>-talking-to-you-so-you-think-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span>-being-nice-but-really-i-think-you're-an-incompetent-employee-and-i-really-don't-care-if-you're-working-hard-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">i'll</span>-still-tell-you-it's-not-good-enough" thing... ugh... wench.<br />anyway... moving right along.<br />INTERESTING THINGS OUTSIDE OF WORK:<br />i went on a blind date... well... sort of... maybe we'll call it a "far-sighted" date... crazy story... i forwarded a text message to a couple friends one day and randomly got a text back<br />"who is this?"<br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">kiley</span>... who's this?"<br />"i don't think we know each other, my name is Mike, i just got a text from you..."<br />"oh. hi mike. nice to meet you. have a nice day"<br />well... much to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">surprise</span> he didn't stop there! we ended up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">texting</span> back and forth for most of the night... at first my thoughts were "random..." then the more i talked to him it changed to "oh wow... NERD!! why do i attract the nerds?!" but the more we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">texted</span> the more normal he seemed... and i figured <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">texting</span> was harmless, and besides, i have unlimited <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">texting</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">woohoo</span>. he would mention things every now and then about us meeting up and going out or whatever and i would just kinda "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">haha</span>" and leave it alone and he'd drop it... we didn't share any details really... basically that i worked at a hardware store and that i was 22 and live in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Kirkland</span>... he shared that he was a foreman for a job site in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Redmond</span> and lived in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Tacoma</span>... we got to know each other a little... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">texted</span> every day for a good week and a half... then the inevitable. he asked me where he would have to go if he wanted to introduce himself... at the time i was waiting for my bus in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Kirkland</span> to take me to work. he asked if he could come and buy some wood from me. i "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">haha</span>"ed like usual but this time he says<br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">i'm</span> serious, do you have any intention of ever meeting me? or we can just text forever..."<br />so i gave in.<br />"sure. come on down."<br />"k...but i don't know where you work"<br />"Lowe's in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Bellevue</span>... i go to lunch around 5:30."<br />so he came a little early and walked around the store and then took me to lunch at Taco Del Mar... (great food) we talked some more and he's actually REALLY normal... refreshing. no joke. i swear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">i'm</span> a magnet for ridiculous men... yikes.<br />so yeah. we still talk, but that was the only "date" we've been on...<br /><br />in other news <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">i'm</span> still moving to Utah in January... well, i can't really say "still" because for a minute (k like a week) i wasn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">gunna</span> go... i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">siked</span> myself out a little bit but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">i'm</span> back on track for a departure date of January 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">th</span> 2009... i won't lie, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">i'm</span> a little scared... a little anxious... and way nervous... but it will be good! it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">gunna</span> be an awesome change of pace and a much needed change in scenery. and this time i go away it will be GOOD <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">cuz</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">i'm</span> actually doing it because i WANT to do it, not because someone else wants me to do it.<br />wise words: do the things that make YOU happy... live for YOU... move for YOU...<br />so yeah. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">i've</span> been slowly going through all my junk and getting rid of everything i don't want to take with me... it's hard! i have to take breaks periodically because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">i'm</span> such a pack-rat! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">i'll</span> start off good, throwing away things i really DON'T need, but then i start to get sentimental and that's when it's time to get out of the house, or at least away from the junk for a minute.<br />we'll see how much i actually end up taking... mostly clothes <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">i'm</span> thinking...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">i'll</span> have to blog about all the things <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">i'm</span> going to miss at a later date... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">cuz</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">i'll</span> probably start to cry on the keyboard if i do it right now.<br />so for now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">i'll</span> just pinch it off and call this good.<br /><br />happy blogging!!<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-56627110775906563492008-11-21T12:17:00.001-08:002008-11-21T12:25:34.550-08:00a day with friends...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXswelNWGpMeIK4YFKBJM0jZcR3O6CpbccNIO3-T8mbnXYmNgAV4T4RnSNHkGWaqh9U6Gsu8_PEiZm6Pd2fiJYoyd4MchYGjwa8mYiMn146fQUM9flcg0ohsFvKsr9r6H_GDrhL7h23Y/s1600-h/100_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXswelNWGpMeIK4YFKBJM0jZcR3O6CpbccNIO3-T8mbnXYmNgAV4T4RnSNHkGWaqh9U6Gsu8_PEiZm6Pd2fiJYoyd4MchYGjwa8mYiMn146fQUM9flcg0ohsFvKsr9r6H_GDrhL7h23Y/s400/100_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208583411407538" border="0" /></a>me and ashley<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e4tevdfNuLn9T7yu5EkDGJIhhGkOfq4le_3fvpoTCWdd9xzqgSrBmt5Cu-z4cGa4RXLJCQHPC7Dl96m4Qpnpmt0O2Ia3avZmgYIgyXVmelWkKPUyFzGKJjY1e0Dp_xoR0ZQLzmsYR_A/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-e4tevdfNuLn9T7yu5EkDGJIhhGkOfq4le_3fvpoTCWdd9xzqgSrBmt5Cu-z4cGa4RXLJCQHPC7Dl96m4Qpnpmt0O2Ia3avZmgYIgyXVmelWkKPUyFzGKJjY1e0Dp_xoR0ZQLzmsYR_A/s400/100_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208558258350290" border="0" /></a>me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhvHR6DEtYi1Xe27N0OBnL_O5etZBBt8FJKdOd3oFNqhJykmrWCJjJu4W1yn5w8hui2DXhuZPVeDzOE-xftSMP9gmc_1JeDh3zeC1a-1iGqFqE66DMBoc9ex57j5_PLMp37hVyhXb8a0/s1600-h/100_0059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhvHR6DEtYi1Xe27N0OBnL_O5etZBBt8FJKdOd3oFNqhJykmrWCJjJu4W1yn5w8hui2DXhuZPVeDzOE-xftSMP9gmc_1JeDh3zeC1a-1iGqFqE66DMBoc9ex57j5_PLMp37hVyhXb8a0/s400/100_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208573481853794" border="0" /></a>me on a chair in the middle of the road...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi_ONK3SKRl9Z7fatSl1Z4MjgTHbiOy7IQwCEQ_tumtq_nKQ9_hwweeqkFxZ5TiBwtZGLxQAZNhCNu-hME_BAFC6PRvv9QnDWKHP2woub6RHNolqtwcab-OxKdafCQMYe10eViYTdvKo/s1600-h/100_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi_ONK3SKRl9Z7fatSl1Z4MjgTHbiOy7IQwCEQ_tumtq_nKQ9_hwweeqkFxZ5TiBwtZGLxQAZNhCNu-hME_BAFC6PRvv9QnDWKHP2woub6RHNolqtwcab-OxKdafCQMYe10eViYTdvKo/s400/100_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208577087811314" border="0" /></a>the tiniest shopping cart ever...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLqjsH_pfshpS_u-zetsK8TAhwyWNz3T-v9KGpeHrquvhsisWEmz8X21uZkJKJ6rYAe3w86x1aMMqPrYRiThAkDR037ku3qxofLsa6rIHDQDYRVwY61zMSU1p_oqXnjBvNMn8XagEih0/s1600-h/100_0064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLqjsH_pfshpS_u-zetsK8TAhwyWNz3T-v9KGpeHrquvhsisWEmz8X21uZkJKJ6rYAe3w86x1aMMqPrYRiThAkDR037ku3qxofLsa6rIHDQDYRVwY61zMSU1p_oqXnjBvNMn8XagEih0/s400/100_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271208578989217458" border="0" /></a>the girls! :) we were painting on shirts...<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-87961710313993993382008-11-21T11:53:00.001-08:002008-11-21T11:57:28.305-08:00so... i'm a loser...i suck, i know. but hey! it's been a busy last month or so... lots of big decisions... lots of work... ugh...<br />so just for those of you that don't know yet i'm moving!<br />yup. i'm outa here January 24th!<br />i'm moving down to Mormon Mecca... that's right. good ol' Utah.<br />i'll be living in Springville for a while. i'm trying to transfer to the Lowe's down there, but if that doesn't work out i'll be trying to find somethin else...<br />oh well. anyway... in other news, i'll be living at my parent's house again for alomst two months... so i'll probably be blogging more often... haha! :)<br />sorry this one is so short!<br /><br />-kmw-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-39958063704519445042008-10-31T11:21:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:27:16.454-07:00the rules...had to copy this from a guy friend of mine... HAlarious!<br /><br /><br />We always hear " the rules " from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules!<br />Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!<br /><br />1. Men ARE not mind readers.<br /><br />1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.<br /><br />1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.<br /><br />1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.<br /><br />1. Crying is blackmail.<br /><br />1. Ask for what you want.<br />Let us be clear on this one:<br />Subtle hints do not work!<br />Strong hints do not work!<br />Obvious hints do not work!<br />Just say it!<br /><br />1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.<br /><br />1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.<br /><br />1. A headache that lasts for 1 7 months is a problem See a doctor.<br /><br />1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.<br /><br />1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.<br /><br />1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.<br /><br />1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.<br /><br />1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.<br /><br />1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.<br /><br />1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.<br /><br />1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.<br /><br />1. If it itches, it will Be scratched. We do that.<br /><br />1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.<br /><br />1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.<br /><br />1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine... Really .<br /><br />1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.<br /><br />1. You have enough clothes.<br /><br />1. You have too many shoes.<br /><br />1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!<br /><br />1. Thank you for reading this.<br />Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;<br /><br /><br />(But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping)kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-57227034895765077732008-10-10T11:57:00.000-07:002008-10-10T16:32:03.724-07:00then and now...<div style="text-align: center;">by request...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgec3pPVI1wVXQHP-2Qicvxa0qbMZ8LM96gU2BmMqHp4AUMlyBGG1vbuoKXF0VZreX8Ook6e65o0MAR4XBleg6OYq1Az14b4kdLVqkKsymm7JvMbcmf9axyzBO9b71Y2IFjLCfRqp5PgYM/s1600-h/fat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgec3pPVI1wVXQHP-2Qicvxa0qbMZ8LM96gU2BmMqHp4AUMlyBGG1vbuoKXF0VZreX8Ook6e65o0MAR4XBleg6OYq1Az14b4kdLVqkKsymm7JvMbcmf9axyzBO9b71Y2IFjLCfRqp5PgYM/s400/fat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255603454942263650" border="0" /></a>that was then...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and this is now...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvNCfFoXt32mQ9el1foQKH4wCoDKlOFwGGkSKNfkyU3Mdmcs0PdMAM_6vYvT9PClLGi2EZhIgkRnMragqz36X8WlfNIfwED58oas0aM0EiS2p9cp8rP_XLyLcBHhgNVk4IBhruZgBJBI/s1600-h/100_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvNCfFoXt32mQ9el1foQKH4wCoDKlOFwGGkSKNfkyU3Mdmcs0PdMAM_6vYvT9PClLGi2EZhIgkRnMragqz36X8WlfNIfwED58oas0aM0EiS2p9cp8rP_XLyLcBHhgNVk4IBhruZgBJBI/s400/100_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255603459431211394" border="0" /></a>yeah man...<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-45965279037464932802008-10-09T00:19:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:28:07.664-07:00don't ya just love people?i get this call the other day at work....this lady wants to know if we have dowels that you would use to put in a window to stop it from being opened... i said yes... she asked if they could be cut to size... i said yes... THEN she asked me "if i wanted them cut to certain lengths could i just order that and then pick them up within the hour?"<br />does this look like a drive-through lady??<br />i mean really??<br />of course i can't just tell her no... i could get in trouble for that...<br />so i told her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'd</span> cut them and have them up at customer service for her to pick up.<br />i cut them and walked up to customer service and set them on the counter...<br />the head cashier looks at the dowels, looks at me, and asks "what are these?"<br />i said "there's a lady that's coming to pick them up within the hour... they're not paid for... she called and asked if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'd</span> cut them and have them ready to pick up..."<br />he says "uh... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>... that's interesting... i didn't know we had a drive-through..."<br />AH! my thoughts exactly...<br />lazy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bellevue</span> people...<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-67527360869595839512008-10-07T00:58:00.000-07:002008-10-10T11:57:31.236-07:00FANtastic!!<div style="text-align: center;">so, as you may already know, i've been losing a bit of weight here and there since moving out of mom and dad's...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">well tonight marks a fantastic day in history...<br />rewind to a month and a half ago...<br />my pants were too big, so i thought i'd bust out the giant bag of old jeans that didn't fit me, but that i didn't want to toss and see if they might fit...<br />i tried on a couple of them....<br />too soon...<br />they wouldn't even go up over my thighs...<br />well... tonight before going to Brentley's birthday party i was feeling gutsy...<br />so i went for it.<br />i grabbed one of my favorite pairs of old jeans out of the bottom of the closet and put them on...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">GREAT SUCCESS!!</span><br />they fit!!<br />EEEEEEEE!!!!<br />i can't even begin to tell you how awesome this makes me feel... it's been almost 3 years since these jeans fit me...<br />i'm still working on it, but this is a big step and i'm really proud of myself!!<br />go me.<br /><br />-kmw-</div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-42381595580735847822008-09-26T00:14:00.000-07:002008-09-26T00:58:27.067-07:00'splosions and schmite going everywhere...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXWaeXGTD8HDIFXZ1EjPO-jyYqktzY7VNu1Mrv1BYv1sLcwJtrVkjKx-_5L8cSat9aRn68NF8swfDvWgL64Y83qOjnNFJGHSf8jUoa5m1BE4-DuKFoseLyh5wzaWw1yzd46sJpmlxVtc/s1600-h/loweslogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXWaeXGTD8HDIFXZ1EjPO-jyYqktzY7VNu1Mrv1BYv1sLcwJtrVkjKx-_5L8cSat9aRn68NF8swfDvWgL64Y83qOjnNFJGHSf8jUoa5m1BE4-DuKFoseLyh5wzaWw1yzd46sJpmlxVtc/s400/loweslogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250228013270614034" border="0" /></a>yeah. more like "let's BUST and DROP stuff together"...<br />hold on, let's not get ahead of myself here...<br />so the last couple days at work have been a little less than fine and dandy...<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, they've been flat out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SUCKY</span>, but whatever.<br />let me go back...<br />yesterday, oh yesterday.... there we were, brown-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chris</span> and me, doing yet another load out for a obviously-capable person (they're just too lazy to do it their selves) this time, it's plywood! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">woohoo</span>!! nothing too crazy, just some 1/2 inch AC FIR, about 12 sheets... we roll it out to this guys little pickup and start loading it in... one sheet at a time... conveniently it fits right in!! we get about half of them loaded in, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> getting a little over zealous and so i pick up the pace... apparently i underestimate my own strength and i sent a piece of plywood sliding so fast i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">couldn't</span> it RIGHT into the right tail light and BUST the crap out of the plastic covering the light... i think my gasp took away most of the breathable air... i stood there with, needless to say, a shocked-beyond-belief look on my face. i looked at the guy, said "oh my gosh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> dead" and picking up the broken plastic tried to put it back together again... apparently <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">i'm</span> just as successful as "all the kings horses and all the kings men" because no matter how hard i tried, it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">wouldn't</span> go back!<br />crap. this has never happened to me before... so bad!! my boss laughed it off, but in a "yeah, you're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">probly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">gunna</span> be in trouble" sort of way...<br />SO... TONIGHT was even worse...<br />i can't get over how crazy this is...<br />so there we were, my favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">jacob</span> and i, outside, in the rain, in the dark... moving a pallet of play sand i took a turn a little too fast and slid because of the rain and all but 12 bags of the play sand FLEW off the pallet and. went. everywhere. now, this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">wouldn't</span> be a big deal, but there are about 54 bags per pallet... and when they hit the ground, and the other pallet of all-purpose sand a few of them busted-the-crap open... so while we were cleaning them up, i got sand in my shoes. GREAT fun.<br />THEN... to make matters worse... i had to bring in a few pallets of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Trex</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ChoiceDek</span> (composite decking) so i grabbed the first pallet, which consisted of a bunk of 16 foot boards (about 40 of them) and a bundle of 12 foot trim boards (about 12 of them)... i brought them inside, got all the way inside the building and had every intention of putting them on the ground in the back aisle for the openers to deal with, and then all hell broke loose!!<br />there i was... turning to put them on the ground... didn't turn soon enough, and was going a bit faster than i probably <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">shoulda</span> been... at the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND my favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">jacob</span> shouts from behind me "WATCH THE LEFT--" but before i could get myself stopped i SMACKED the left corner of the 16 foot boards on the beam of the end cap, sending all 52 boards CAREENING off the end of the forks! they flipped and exploded when they hit the ground. there are about 6 bands holding these together... all but ONE of them broke on impact... oh, and by the way, i had them lifted about 12-16 feet in the air...<br />so they fell 12-16 feet before they finally hit the ground...<br />AGAIN i sat there with a stunned look on my face... so many emotions went through me that i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">didnt</span> know what else to do... so i laughed until i had tears in my eyes...<br />while we cleaned up my little mess, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">jacob</span> and i laughed hysterically to keep from me bursting into tears... all i could say was "did that just happen?" and "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">i'm</span> dead... that's it for me... it was working with you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">jacob</span>"<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">AHH</span>!!<br />work had been TERRIBLE!!<br />but to look at it in a lighter sense, we learned things!!<br />1. don't let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">kiley</span> speed up a process that doesn't need speed<br />2. don't let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">kiley</span> drive in the rain, in the dark, with a full load<br />3. don't let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">kiley</span> drive while sleep deprived<br />4. don't let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">kiley</span> drive while sleep deprived and in a rush...<br /><br />see? learning experience.<br />the end.<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-70715874607850551722008-09-20T12:30:00.000-07:002008-09-26T01:01:34.057-07:00tagged by Mike and Tiffany!so... i've been tagged again! woohoo!! this time by my awesome cousins, <a href="http://mtwirth.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html">Michael and Tiffany</a>, so here goes nothin!! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">List:</span><br /><div>3 joys</div><div>3 fears<br />3 goals</div><div>3 current obsessions/collections</div><div>3 facts about yourself</div><div>Tag 3 people at the end of your post by leaving their names, then let them know their tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">3 joys:</span></div><div>1) my family... they're awesome people!! yeah, there are times when we don't exactly get along, but hey... that's life right? i love my family!! my parents are always right (yup, i said it) my sisters are the most awesome body-guards EVER... i mean really, mess with me, you gotta answer to 3 momma-bears... and then my not-so-little-anymore brother... i admit, he can take me now... boy, that was a rude awakening... and i love my brothers-in-law and all my nieces and nephews!! cutest kids on earth!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv6NSzb3rLqQEX92nguO9b83Mg9IGBiM2hmASIY5jaIH9HmPqt7-R8v2qypZbGsiqjiiDrtd16qq2zMUT6x-fQXGCFIUGYL3kzoXp1Fjw6z3Z50PV1Ji5suGy_jDto4_mzIfQZwNloyI/s1600-h/080809+LFFR+-+E094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv6NSzb3rLqQEX92nguO9b83Mg9IGBiM2hmASIY5jaIH9HmPqt7-R8v2qypZbGsiqjiiDrtd16qq2zMUT6x-fQXGCFIUGYL3kzoXp1Fjw6z3Z50PV1Ji5suGy_jDto4_mzIfQZwNloyI/s400/080809+LFFR+-+E094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248196199117268274" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>2) my roommates... if i didn't have my girls i think i'd go insane... they're my back-up plan, they're my sound-board when i can't take it anymore, they're my shoulder to cry on, my ear to listen, my advice-givers, my source of positive energy and spunk. my roommates (actual and pseudo) are the greatest girls on earth!! if i didn't have them i think i would drown in all the drama and ridiculousness!! they keep me afloat! I LOVE YOU!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczOHZifOH3nR_6NtOSdii6v7-8NyCFAaq2wIMsolZWqUKwafP1T8SzUYWgCeqyCszSoi94b2YRqjKgHXohTpw9DIpxEuciUSk6v15ec414f8cv5Haeg3Il0TxxfO2zGr2vhyphenhyphenvudsJh7I/s1600-h/3+under+bush.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhczOHZifOH3nR_6NtOSdii6v7-8NyCFAaq2wIMsolZWqUKwafP1T8SzUYWgCeqyCszSoi94b2YRqjKgHXohTpw9DIpxEuciUSk6v15ec414f8cv5Haeg3Il0TxxfO2zGr2vhyphenhyphenvudsJh7I/s400/3+under+bush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248194018908852610" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>3) sleeping... yup sleeping... a charge for the battery. it's a great way to let things cool down and put things in perspective. all big decisions should be slept on... and on top of all the great benefits of sleeping, i'm pretty sure my bed is the most comfortable place EVER!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">3 Fears:</span></div><div>1) being alone. </div><div>2) not being able to move my arms and legs<br /></div><div>3) losing my senses... they're very important to me.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">3 Goals:</span></div><div>1) to be as skinny/in shape as i was in high school... for those of you that don't know, i gained 50lbs after high school (over the space of 3 years...) yup. fifty pounds. that's like carrying around one of my nieces or nephews... gross. BUT... since i've moved out of my parent's house (and stopped eating my mom's AMAZING food every day) i've slimmed down QUITE a bit... i'm on my way!!<br /></div><div>2) i have a list of famous people i'd like to meet before i die... Russell Crowe, Bruce Willis, Bill Cosby, Jason Statham, Julia Roberts, Sandra Bullock, Kevin Bacon (haha), the entire cast of CSI, Matthew McConaughey, Tina Fey, and Matthew Macfadyen (the guy that plays Mr. Darcy)<br /></div><div>3) i also have a list of places i want to go before i die... i want to go to Scotland, Ireland, England, Whales, Germany, France, Italy, Greece, Spain, Portugal, Switzerland, ALL OVER... i want to go to Mexico, i want to road-trip to all of the continental United States, and then go to Alaska and Hawaii, i want to go to Australia, i want to go to Africa and South America... (the list of countries is too long) i want to see the 7 Wonders of the World (old and new)<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXNIoWgup9vxm1U7R4Jyoput3C_gJKZH57tFYvmg2LQn6JrkS4bs9WfMlDdAmnJYCm8BwWpaniyiwmMkcrElUDeSl1k4p6WSmGU6N6bVocOFq0isLjQarGq0hgfcteH34dvVTADSYEfA/s1600-h/world_600w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVXNIoWgup9vxm1U7R4Jyoput3C_gJKZH57tFYvmg2LQn6JrkS4bs9WfMlDdAmnJYCm8BwWpaniyiwmMkcrElUDeSl1k4p6WSmGU6N6bVocOFq0isLjQarGq0hgfcteH34dvVTADSYEfA/s400/world_600w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248199726181476258" border="0" /></a></div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">3 Current Obsessions/Collections:</span></div><div>1) working my butt off so i can prove that i'm good enough to be department manager<br /></div><div>2) eating hash browns and runny-eggs on toast... YUM best FAST breakfast ever.<br /></div><div>3) listening to music and dancing...<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">3 Facts about myself:</span></div><div>1) i LOVE my apartment and my roommates<br /></div><div>2) i will laugh at just about anything... laughing is my hobby<br /></div><div>3) i'm not a fan of the constant rain that we have from september to may...<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br />TA DA!! there you have it.<br />i'm tagging <a href="http://iamemilyshaw.blogspot.com/">Emily Shaw</a>, <a href="http://jennalerd.blogspot.com/">Jennalee Rowe</a> and <a href="http://mollysurowiec.blogspot.com/">Molly Surowiec</a> (my three lovely sisters)<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-83632846910551939642008-09-10T23:40:00.000-07:002008-09-10T23:42:34.411-07:00oh yes...<div style="text-align: center;">bringin' back the<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">banana clip!!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVosR4ZGS9Qxor2r8UmvvqLXT1BO9Mr1Fc-iwiBtBRqS22CDRfFpQ-JVTsoRujx_LrXZXO3_7l7jgesR0AIdEguRHf1AxsYW2574I0_j8WYTjVnxtqQHqIGMhnmtFllt0tgGc29n17b0/s1600-h/banana+clip.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVosR4ZGS9Qxor2r8UmvvqLXT1BO9Mr1Fc-iwiBtBRqS22CDRfFpQ-JVTsoRujx_LrXZXO3_7l7jgesR0AIdEguRHf1AxsYW2574I0_j8WYTjVnxtqQHqIGMhnmtFllt0tgGc29n17b0/s400/banana+clip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244650130073224754" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and cuz my hair is so short it looks like a mane...<br />or one of those knight's helmets...<br />YALIKEIT?!<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-41714695796557879292008-09-08T20:40:00.000-07:002008-09-26T01:02:02.881-07:00time for a change in the hair department...<div style="text-align: center;">so... i cut seven inches off my hair...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96BQwALkqqgoDoTy54HcjZW-sUbEC8lyELh-L-VM7uWrM2Kdb8TkoIET6oLhdG5KpXqCh0ZPnDqw-iHEqYAebINAs8XqbYQQTQ8gV3ysRGIjvAeOIlvwVrgEkhRQTx6VEdqxGPQBSiPI/s1600-h/100_0048small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96BQwALkqqgoDoTy54HcjZW-sUbEC8lyELh-L-VM7uWrM2Kdb8TkoIET6oLhdG5KpXqCh0ZPnDqw-iHEqYAebINAs8XqbYQQTQ8gV3ysRGIjvAeOIlvwVrgEkhRQTx6VEdqxGPQBSiPI/s400/100_0048small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243862836768058658" border="0" /></a>before...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYiLiVDqwBz02EXofQSAARLoJFwuXkFgD2aJX6FPQjGA3UwRD6byafqne0CPSg_cscIWWd18YrohdTnS83vOCJq8fP3q31Seaf41t1C3m2F8EE20uJZPZxu4K5ex-eqfjmRJajOsfOik/s1600-h/100_0083small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisYiLiVDqwBz02EXofQSAARLoJFwuXkFgD2aJX6FPQjGA3UwRD6byafqne0CPSg_cscIWWd18YrohdTnS83vOCJq8fP3q31Seaf41t1C3m2F8EE20uJZPZxu4K5ex-eqfjmRJajOsfOik/s400/100_0083small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243862841962977730" border="0" /></a>after...<br /><br />what'cha think??<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-40567114846200007702008-08-29T14:56:00.001-07:002008-08-29T15:02:32.565-07:00for my best friend...<div style="text-align: center;">happy birthday to you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXe4ug15-1HPvcut2nec2gzb0i-d4l-aYEP2jELRzaNHUWSLPJS9A1r9sUcgHTFP04_V0Op0p8jDQ09E7BcqJ2DsUbzWI6e6292wOrfWGsvld01NkmvwgIAdG4zpfT28pyOv7I67W8yKA/s1600-h/100_0079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXe4ug15-1HPvcut2nec2gzb0i-d4l-aYEP2jELRzaNHUWSLPJS9A1r9sUcgHTFP04_V0Op0p8jDQ09E7BcqJ2DsUbzWI6e6292wOrfWGsvld01NkmvwgIAdG4zpfT28pyOv7I67W8yKA/s400/100_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240060482872418322" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">happy birthday to you!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXPkgRR8_dxOei6URD4ddLdnA23CW7KFaA0XIdEhSgr8MNB-XzjCxgPn41Cw4jYQvYaVgaHjUN9LX1Jl-bFGDCYaOjrjm6m706x2I7TdRrBsaJQdIRaBOPlGcbbHSaxWxgWu9GqATtOw/s1600-h/100_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvXPkgRR8_dxOei6URD4ddLdnA23CW7KFaA0XIdEhSgr8MNB-XzjCxgPn41Cw4jYQvYaVgaHjUN9LX1Jl-bFGDCYaOjrjm6m706x2I7TdRrBsaJQdIRaBOPlGcbbHSaxWxgWu9GqATtOw/s400/100_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240060460971358210" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">happy birthday dear best friend,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLuNpjtRRRzF1gnC9oF4J25Y5bCnkI1lSy0fACKCwIFL3VHKdW30EdQaWzAcDkrzNqFp2UnqynCTfAUea-Dsbk2v1l-GuBXq8DocebK4Yyg87Dp1OIrKVZjIkWWyG_nqsunOC2B3yykM/s1600-h/100_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNLuNpjtRRRzF1gnC9oF4J25Y5bCnkI1lSy0fACKCwIFL3VHKdW30EdQaWzAcDkrzNqFp2UnqynCTfAUea-Dsbk2v1l-GuBXq8DocebK4Yyg87Dp1OIrKVZjIkWWyG_nqsunOC2B3yykM/s400/100_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240060496001865650" border="0" /></a>happy birthday to you!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Gn-5V_oCIK8vvhDfDqMwK-o8BASq5daK05jHk2aIGBKFCSEzAnqfY1tA7KcB3Vh2b2tzs3dt2lo8TlRKjCZxzhUdFf9VKrY1s_q_HcmSyh576iWsxL0ZdPGZAat0QyY6vQ6dspRHu7U/s1600-h/100_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Gn-5V_oCIK8vvhDfDqMwK-o8BASq5daK05jHk2aIGBKFCSEzAnqfY1tA7KcB3Vh2b2tzs3dt2lo8TlRKjCZxzhUdFf9VKrY1s_q_HcmSyh576iWsxL0ZdPGZAat0QyY6vQ6dspRHu7U/s400/100_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240062945175484818" border="0" /></a><br />i love you lots! hope your birthday is<br />everything you wish for and more!!<br /><br />love me.<br /><br />-kmw-<br /></div>kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4974888053524102128.post-80221598431219934972008-08-25T22:52:00.000-07:002008-08-26T20:35:16.966-07:00the gorge, jason statham and epi-pensi worked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Friday</span> from 5:30-2:30... to say the least, it was one of the worst days EVER. apparently when i talk, nobody cares to listen and the people that are supposed to be working for me don't seem to care that i exist... i was reduced almost to tears i was so angry...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF_gLifFfb31Wi2kKNAe8O7fQoySLtvBs4uyPAJoZNzJHuqq36pnqlcFpE5GVVoAarODlG544fXkMKdxUkx956wrCOjAuwtSo9bPsh-zKuZGzw4QkFnDCHd2UnUT_ovyMygUhSdhNBEs/s1600-h/100_0069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF_gLifFfb31Wi2kKNAe8O7fQoySLtvBs4uyPAJoZNzJHuqq36pnqlcFpE5GVVoAarODlG544fXkMKdxUkx956wrCOjAuwtSo9bPsh-zKuZGzw4QkFnDCHd2UnUT_ovyMygUhSdhNBEs/s400/100_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035105647294306" border="0" /></a><br />then my lovely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Polly</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Abraham</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Megan</span> came to rescue me. they picked me up and we were off! a couple hours later, there we were... the Gorge in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">George</span>, to see Jack <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Johnson</span>. it was great!! the view was amazing, the weather was fine, the people-watching was incredible... i mean really, could life get any better?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBZqZtOouIbNF1_sC23MV774etVW3KBMlaISmtKxWIX8-V8t16LCJnIyIYNJaRy4v9GeW6ImzFmz-7WFItpqRzHE-vdlFbQPK5VUusCFKs-fAzmT61GPLod0U79_9W7ZLgQRBxI1pn2M/s1600-h/100_0089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBZqZtOouIbNF1_sC23MV774etVW3KBMlaISmtKxWIX8-V8t16LCJnIyIYNJaRy4v9GeW6ImzFmz-7WFItpqRzHE-vdlFbQPK5VUusCFKs-fAzmT61GPLod0U79_9W7ZLgQRBxI1pn2M/s400/100_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035111916249106" border="0" /></a><br />the music started, the opening bands played, some of it was kinda weird... oh well. the crowd filled until there was no grass to be seen. just people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlz7FWnp1SkJMMB87bCi4_hPK-RBoSe98HNEH3iLMWOf5ukvo2a5Nf5HX8q67_FZzzvtCHx6FCiYNI-U7U_zBOh6S1_xkwdGGWSK4bXo47oUeabnE2-gtbrHeP9ZL_i43XoYGEqWbEuY/s1600-h/100_0079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlz7FWnp1SkJMMB87bCi4_hPK-RBoSe98HNEH3iLMWOf5ukvo2a5Nf5HX8q67_FZzzvtCHx6FCiYNI-U7U_zBOh6S1_xkwdGGWSK4bXo47oUeabnE2-gtbrHeP9ZL_i43XoYGEqWbEuY/s400/100_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239035099211682466" border="0" /></a>we met our newest friend, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tyler</span>, who came over to say hello and ask us where we were from. clearly a little tipsy already, we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">indulged</span> him. turns out we were born in the same hospital. what are the odds of that?? megan thought he was pretty amusing...<br />the sun went down, and it was a beautiful sunset. when jack started the crowd cheered!! the wind blew and all we could smell was weed. yup. i could definitely smell a bit of "ha-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sheesh</span>". (sally, that was for you) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'm</span> pretty sure we were all getting contact-high... all we could breath was second hand cigarette smoke, bong hits and alcohol of all sorts.<br />oh! it gets even better... a couple songs into the show the group behind us started to get obnoxious beyond all reason. they were sliding down the hill so they were practically on top of us, one chick kicked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Abraham</span> in the head a couple times, another chick was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">belligerently</span> drunk... she started yelling, in the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">nasal</span>, annoying, loud voice<br /><strong>"I JUST LOVE HIM!! I WANNA RUSH THE STAGE! I JUST LOVE HIM!! OH, I LOVE HIM!" </strong><br />i wanted to turn around 3 or 4 times and just say "lady. you're cut off. shut up or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">i'll</span> be forced to kick you in the throat."<br />ugh! she was irritating.<br />when the music started sounding like a radio at a party that nobody was listening to, and the air was too hard to breathe we decided to bounce. we left at 10pm and headed home. we made it home around 12:30-1<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ish</span>. i don't remember most of the drive... i was sleeping... in fact, i don't remember the ride there either because i slept through that too... i woke up with "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" playing in my head... i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">couldn't</span> figure it out, so i asked if it was playing, to which Abraham responded "i was singing it..." ah ha! that explains it.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238716040801558610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCyEfLQTO-ZSXStRq09hpzoN8MA78zrV0PINRLgy3HNjc1rKOjwk5qorenuJCSm2fsnyEL7J8UCCYp9v_8nxqIysFnflmIjF9gvVsNxnszJqoCu9UDBYZCk1kibc9w9k4fkt7sHxusTDQ/s400/deathrace.jpg" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Saturday</span> night was the drive-in. we saw Death Race and Mummy 3... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">i'm</span> pretty sure that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">i've</span> got the biggest crush on Jason <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Statham</span> in the WORLD! i don't know if there could be a hotter man on earth... i mean really... DANG! before the movies started Abraham and i played a little catch. a quick jaunt to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">bano</span> for some mild entertainment, compliments of Banana... she was telling us something while doing some leg stretches on the wall... gotta love her! the movies was INCREDIBLE. i will own it. we didn't care to stay for the second movie, so we left...<br />tonight was another interesting evening. there's never a dull moment at my house...<br />we're all here, watching the Notebook, mid-movie Polly pauses it and has a story for all of us. turns out she slapped Abraham across the face today and it was quite humorous. he has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Epi</span>-Pens for emergency situations and he was showing Polls how they work. there were 2 in the box and then a third that was like a re-fill or whatever. he showed her how when you push it in, the giant needle goes into your leg and the stuff comes out... then he grabbed the re-fill and pulled off the cap, like he did with the first one, looks over a Polly, so takes a step back and then POW! hits her back in the leg. can you IMAGINE the look on her face?! she gasps, looks at Abraham, hesitates for a second and the WHAM! slaps him across the face. for the next bit he can't look at her without this look on her face of complete and utter confusion... "what just happened?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">i'm</span> pretty sure that if i had been there for this event i would have been rolling on the floor, unable to breathe from laughing so hard... i mean really, i was laughing so hard i was about to pass out from lack of oxygen... good times...<br /><br />*sigh* <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">okie</span>. time for bed... gotta work early!!<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">kmw</span>-kileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371711680529584885noreply@blogger.com2