short perspective

2005-07-05T23:27:00.000-07:00

Dana got somw marshmellow on my face....so she apparently helped me get it off!!

2005-07-05T23:25:00.000-07:00

Dana's got a little hole!

2005-07-05T23:24:00.000-07:00

Kyle trying to help Sam locate catchable fish!

I Don't Feel Like It

2005-05-03T19:38:00.000-07:00

I was gunna post a long, drawn out update of my lackluster life, but instead, I've opted to say...."I Don't Feel Like It!!" What if that was a valid explaination that our society embraced. You don't go to work, your boss calls you to see why you're not at the office...You simply say "I don't feel like it." And their response would be, "Oh...Okay, give me a call next time to give me a heads up...hope to see you soon, have a good one!!" Ahhhhh..I don't feel like it. Such a beautiful phrase. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm definately not a lazy person, ok maybe I am just slightly, but sometimes it seems as though "I don't feel like it," should be enough of a reason to justify our behavior, or lack of behavior, whatever......I don't feel like going into more depth. Love me or leave me.

Birthday Blog

2005-04-23T19:29:00.000-07:00

As a present to you, I decided it's ABOUT TIME I friggin' make a post......Tomorrow is my golden birthday , I will be 24 on the 24th!! I feel as though I have not yet accomplished anything significant in my life. Now, I know this isn't completely true...I did graduate from college and I did marry the love of my life....so I guess I can't completely write these events off as nothing. I want to have it all right now....I want to buy a house, I want to be debt-free, I want to be able to go out when I want, I want, I want, I want....I get it...I'm selffish. I have no patience, I have no faith and without faith, I feel as though I have nothing. I've had an epiphany....it's faith I lack. Hmmmm....this hasn't always been the case....Where did my faith go? The question of the hour, the question I will try to answer during the 24th year of my life...any suggestions???

A New Journey Begins

2005-04-10T22:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry for falling off the face of the planet....I started a new job last week and I'm trying to get a new schedule figured out....Sigh, I pretty much just don't like having to be in one place for 8 hours....OK, maybe I just don't like to work. Don't get me wrong, I'm not lazy...I just would like more time to live MY life, not the life of others...

Ok, that said, I have to say that my new job is pretty cool. My boss is a SUPER nice guy and I totally dig the team atmosphere. We have a lot of fun and I feel a lot better about what I'm actually doing on a day-to-day basis. Now the last piece to the puzzle is the money....Hopefully that comes as I get better : ) Just praying we can pay the bills this month. Sigh. I effing HATE money, or rather not having any.

ABC Quiz Thingy

2005-03-28T00:04:00.000-08:00

A: Age 23
B: Best friend- Sammy
C: Crush- Matthew McConaughey
D: Dad's Name- Michael
E: Easiest person to talk to- Sammy
F: Fetishes- Going commando? Hehehe :)
G: Gummy bears or gummy worms- gummy worms
H: Hometown- El Toro, CA & Boise, ID
I: Ice cream flavor- Strawberry
J: Jam or Jelly- Jam
K: Kids- 2 at the most
L: Longest car ride ever- Pullman, WA to San Diego, CA in a Dodge Caravan with my in-laws, my husband, and my 3 brothers (in-laws)
M: Mood- tired
N: Number of siblings- 4 brothers (3 are bro-in-laws, but I never call them that, they are my brothers!!)
O: One wish- All my favorite people could all live in the same city
P: Phobia- spiders
Q: Quote- "Keep it classy Lewiston."
R: Reason to smile- Sammy, my fam, good friends, God, MUSIC!!!!
S: Song you last sang- "Information Travels Faster" Death Cab
T: Time you wake up- when I work, 6:15am...when I'm off, as late as possible
U: Unknown fact about me-I drool only when I'm REALLY tired!!
V: Vegetable- Bell peppers, or are those fruit since they have seeds?
W: Worst habit- No patience, raising my voice without realizing it....
X: X-rays you've had- teeth, head, pelvis, entire back
Y: Yummy food- Ice Cream
Z: Zodiac sign- Taurus

70% Cotton / 30% Spandex Blend

2005-03-26T17:55:00.000-08:00

OK, raise your hand if at one point in your life you have gone commando.....It doesn't matter if you were just trying it out, were by some uncontrollable situation forced to, or you do so on a regular basis because you like the feel of half inch thick demin seams in your crotch, whatever....no judgements. This is my story.

I'm visiting home and if you've read the previous post about my mother, you would've learned that she is...special. Not saying she rides the short bus, she's just funny....Anyway, yesterday as I was getting dressed for the day, I realized that I somehow forgot to pack more than one pair of underwear (panties, in honor of Sammy's love of the word). So, I didn't think twice about slipping into my jeans sans panties. Later that afternoon, I bent over to pick something up and like most jeans do...they slid down my ass a bit (I have a big ass so it's really difficult to find jeans that fit properly, but that is a WHOLE nother blog entry). My Mom notices this and slides her hand halfway down my crack, I guess "checking" to see if I had underwear on?? Since we all know how sensitive our ass-crack region is I jumped up with a bit of a scream, thinking maybe she put ice or some shit down my pants, hehehe shit...no pun intended

Me: What are you doing??!!?

Mom (in Bolivian accent): Aye, Karen, do you have underwear on?

Me (Plainly): No.

Mom (Horrified): Aieeeee.......

Me: Sorry, I forgot to pack more...what am I supposed to do? I need to buy some, but I'd rather wear none than dirty ones!!

Mom: (Disgusted sigh) That is disgusting.....

Me: It'd be more disgusting to be wearing dirty underwear!!

Mom: I can't believe you, don't you know that the first thing you pack is bras and panties?

Me: Yeah, I got 3 bras!! Musta got distracted during panty packing time...I'm sorry!!

Mom: Mud-head (this is my Mom's trademark insult)...That is disgusting.

You'll all be relieved to know that the first thing I got was underwear.....Phew!! As I sit here typing this tragic event in my life (more so for my Mom than I), my "no zone," (What we called our "privates" in elementary school :) ) is happily covered by an thin layer of a 70% cotton/ 30% spandex blend. Sooo comfy!!

And again today, my Mom reminded me to "never do that again....that's disgusting!"

Commando Karen here... over and out!! (Military salute)

Ooopps!!

2005-03-26T01:00:00.002-08:00

Nothing to see here...Keeping walking!

Feminine Hatred

2005-03-26T01:00:00.001-08:00

I have a few topics I'd like to comment on and I can't decide .....Oh well, I'll just start typing and we'll see where it takes us. OK, I have a problem. I have a friend who I seriously don't get. She is the type of girl who makes me hate being a girl. Really, I say it all the time..."I hate girls." We (some of us, mind you) are an annoying species. The catty, selffish, demeaning breed is the one I speak of in particular. For some reason or another, some girls think that their friends should be treated with a passive agressiveness that honestly makes me want to rip my hair out, shove it down her throat at the peak of her snotty attitude rollercoaster, so she inevitably has an uncontrolable coughing spell while simultaneously opening her eyes to see past her pretty little face and see the demeaning, controlling, manipulative, moody brat she really is. Don't get me wrong, although I'd like to strangle her at times I still love her and she can be a major blast. It's just, I don't know how much of her alter-ego (which is around quite often) I can take. How much should I take?

I am a nice person for the most part, and I have a really hard time writing people off, I'm always worried she's gunna get mad at me for not calling or for being depressed. (I was in a major depression slump for a few months.) One of my best friends who helped me through it all said the female in question is not a good friend, when I needed my friends the most during the depression of 2004, she was definately not there. Thing is, I don't know if she knows HOW to be there....she can be VERY self-absorbed and extremely superficial. She makes it known to all when she is in a bad mood, she pouts and tries to get you to ask her what's wrong.....I know I shouldn't ask, but I always do....Like sheep to the slaughter, the words come flying out of my mouth before I can even tell myself NO!! "What's wrong?" Damn you self! Why? WHY?

I hate seeing people unhappy and I want to help anyway I can. I'm not saying I don't get in bad moods and I don't always handle myself flawlessly, however, I would rather seclude myself from everyone else than bring everyone else down with me. Maybe that's the wrong way to handle it too, I don't know...Dammit!! I've got myself all turned around.....I don't think I'm perfect and the more I deal with this shit the more I over analyze myself and the situation....Maybe I'm just reading too much into her behavior....AHHHHH!!! I wish it would all just go away...no, I don't care if she's mad, really I don't, but at least freakin' tell me so...I'll ask her "Is everything OK?" She always answers "Yes, why?" I usually mumble something about her seeming upset or some shit.... She brushes me off and the cycle continues. What in the hell am I supposed to do? Please tell me.....DAMMIT! I frickin' HATE girls!!!!

I was gunna write about some other stuff as well, but I'm too frazzled now and I need to go to bed, tell ya'll bout' it tomorrow. G'nite.....

Middle School Humor

2005-03-25T01:03:00.000-08:00

OK, picture this.... I'm sitting at my brothers orange Mapex drum set where just a few weeks ago, my parent's Christmas tree still stood, and I'm wailing out a beat. At least I think it's a fairly solid rhythm....I'm about to go into my trademark "ape-shit" solo and my Mom, in a softened Bolivian accent says :

" Being the drummer is probably the best spot to be in, in a band....."

"Why is that?"

She sits on the once luxurious brown corduroy couch and ponders for a moment be fore she plainly states:

"Because you could fart as loud as you want and no one would ever hear you."

Brilliant!! : ) Although nothing about drums mask the smell....Wow Mom, after all these years, burps and farts are still the primary topics that make you laugh the hardest....Props to you, Mom, I love you- ROCK ON!!!!
Ahhh...Home Sweet Home

9696 Desert Ave

2005-03-24T19:47:00.000-08:00

I'm back in my home town....where I went to high school anyway.....it always feels strange. I can't tell if it's that I miss this place, loath this place or maybe a bit of both. Sometimes I think moving back would be an easy way to get ahead and get all the "stuff" I want (ie: house, puppy, etc....) Is that worth living somewhere you're not sure you want to be? Would it just be taking the path of least resistance or wisdom? I just want to get ahead. I feel like I'm riding a stationary bike and I'm going no where. I have so many dreams that seem to be so unattainable. How do I get to the point where I can actually pursue them? Hmmm...that's a great question. Perhaps that's where the whole concept of faith plays a role : ) Thoughts to ponder....

Perception of Reality

2005-03-22T00:55:00.000-08:00

Do you believe in love or do you just make-up fantasy relationships because you're too afraid?

Walker Texas Ranger

2005-03-11T00:58:00.000-08:00

Heheehee, I can't even type that with out laughing, laughing out loud no less!! Conan is doing a funny sketch about Walker and the thing is...my Dad LOVES Walker Texas Ranger...really, I'm not kidding. Seriously. He truly enjoys it!! Karate choppin', gun slingin', moral masters of Texan law...what could possibly be more beautiful? For any of you who know my Dad, this should bring you a small chuckle: )Doo do-do doo doo.....

Weakly Posting

2005-03-06T23:27:00.000-08:00

OK, to all my devoted readers, HA! I have been barely alive here in blogland....again, my apologies. So, seasons have changed and Spring has practically sprung, so has my life. Tiny white blossoms of hope have bloomed from the enevitable darkness of corporate desolation. I have offically put in my two weeks and it feels as if I have a new lease on life : ) I'm still not 100% sure what career I will be taking on in a few weeks...I'll worry about that later. (I have a few different offers and just need to decide which one to partake in) Right now I'm focusing on enjoying my newly found and extremely brief freedom from the dreaded daily grind. I realize that life is too short to be miserable. I don't even know what else to say...a very devoted blogger I know told me that blogging is for telling funny stories and events that happen in your life but....I can't think of anything exceptionally funny you "dedicated blogger," I'd like to say....Screw You!! You know who you are : )

Sleepyhead

2005-02-28T00:32:00.000-08:00

Sleeping is such a beautiful gift. It is a recharge, a refuge, a place where dreams actually come true. It seems that lately every waking hour is so full of stress, all I desire is sleep. Thus, my lack of recent posts. My creativity seems to have drained out of my head and remains missing. When I find it, I will post again. I offer my sincere thanks to any of you who still check in on me regularly.

Like A Liquid Hug

2005-02-14T00:14:00.000-08:00

When do the answers to our prayers come? Have they already been answered? Why do I feel like I have to wait and wait and wait.....Or do I just let myself go? Will they come around in time? Time....How much time do we have? Why does time seem to effect everything? Why can't everything work on MY time schedule....I know it never will, but then why does it have to hurt so bad in the mean time? My mind never seems to rest....I sleep and wake up feeling the same as when I went to bed.....and the cycle repeats. I feel like I can't break free. I feel so stuck. Here I am stuck in time, waiting for answers. I know they will come, but what do I do in the mean time? I can't fall asleep....I lay awake thinking....about anything my mind happens to conjure up.

In the midst of so many wonderful things, I only seem capable of seeing the darkness....There's always darkness and I wish I could look away, but like a moth drawn to the flame, I'm drawn to pain. I churn the pain methodically like homemade ice cream....only the end result is not as tasty. Then, the tears come and like a liquid hug they release and confine at the sametime. I hate them, I wish I could hide from them, but they always find me when I run. They know me best. They visit often. I wish I could send them back home until I invite them. You know, when I have a guest bedroom all ready to catch them and welcome them in. But for now, they are unwelcome guests that beat down the door at the least opportune moment throughout the day. Stupid, stupid girl......Good night....

Digital Photography

2005-02-09T17:56:00.000-08:00

After several years of being inspired by pictures of rolling wheat hills and rusty cans on tractors......Sam and I made the commitment....We made the move into the world of digital photography. So, what does that mean for you? More pictures on this site!! Hooray!!OK, I'm going to go play with our new toy and hopefully have another, more graphic-intensive post by the end of the night!! Or do pictures ruin the mystery I've created through my blog?? Hehehehe, right....OOoooo Mysterious!!!Dark and mysterious!! Short, dark and mysterious....No wonder Sam loves me!! Til next time friends!!

This Life Is Metaphysical

2005-01-28T01:45:00.000-08:00

It's true! In honor of my favorite lyricist for the month, I'd like you to contemplate the following lyrics as I use them to poetically express what I have been unable to. I have fallen deeply in love with this song, if you have not heard it I encourage you to expand your horizons and your ears.

Magazine- Pedro The Lion (Props to Pedro!!) (Vote for Pedro....whatever)

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side
And on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side
And on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro

Oh look you earned your wings
Are you an angel now
Or a vulture?
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake

Oh my God, what have I done?

Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin and perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

And I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
And how does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?

Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin and perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath
What lies beneath

Love Sweet Love

2005-01-25T22:05:00.000-08:00

Love. A word everybody knows. A word everybody wants. A word everybody loves. A word asleep on the couch next to me....slightly snoring :) I was always a romantic....I believed there was one person in the world who God created just for me. I guess I was right. He's the only one who could put up with all my quirks and flaws. So perfect. It is funny that those butterflies at the beginning of a relationship still come to visit....they're not the same, but I still get them. As our relationship changes, so does my love for him. He still makes me laugh, harder than he used to. He still melts my heart. He still has the cutest smile and he always does the craziest, stupidest things just to make me laugh. Man, I never thought it could be like this. He is not a perfect person, but he's perfect for me. Don't get me wrong, we still disagree, we still get in fights, but those moments aren't the ones that stand out.

I remember sitting on a deck outside our honeymoon suite on the Oregon coast, drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade and "chillin" with my new husband. We took walks along the beach and he would run away from the waves because the water was too cold. I love waking up every morning and giving him a Good Morning kiss. I love rubbing his belly and laying on his arm....it never seems to fall asleep. I love how there's a nook in his chest where my head fits perfectly. He's so intelligent, so easy to talk to. I remember talking with Sam when we were just friends, he would sit against the heater in my room at the Jackson 5 house and strum away on my guitar. I prayed that night for a husband that was that easy to talk to...guess I was heard.

I love you Baby-head! Good night, I'm going to wake you up now....you're not even watching the news!!

Insomniacism

2005-01-20T01:13:00.000-08:00

So, I can't sleep....I'm thinking about going to Pullman on Friday. I'm thinking about how I really want to go down to the station and suprise Erin and Dave during news. Strange. Next thing I do is get up and read everyone's blog, hoping for a new post that I've missed. Make a few select comments and return to my own blog. I just realized that I've over used "Who?What?Where?When?How/Why?" Two references already, my apoligies. I also realize that no one will read this unless there's some sort of interesting content. Let's be serious now....interesting content? Bah! I scoff at the thought of my life being entertainment for anyone. When did I get so boring?

My wrist is starting to hurt because I don't have one of those anatomical keyboards. Perhaps I'll develop carpal tunnel syndrome....just one more reason to go to the doctor. I had a check-up with my physician today for my motor vehicle accident (The nurses call it MVA). Remember, I got rear-ended like in September? Yeah, just got another prescription for muscle relaxers so I can sleep....she said I may need to take these every night, indefinately. Sweet. Also got a prescription for more pain meds. Combine that with the migraine medication I'm supposed to take everytime I feel a headache coming on and I'm practically a walking medicine cabinet. Damn pharmacuetical industry!! The migraine meds cost 600 bucks for 30 pills!!! Yikes!! I couldn't believe it!!

I have absolutely no idea why I shared all that. Stupid really. Guess it's just on my mind..... OK, now I'm chuckling to myself because I was re-playing the times I carelessly flung myself off our deck in Boise onto our tampoline below. Random. I think I'll try to sleep now. Good night all!!

2005-01-18T23:26:00.000-08:00

My Brother....ROY! ......ROY! ROY! ROY! He's the one at the bottom in the black shirt: )

Starting Over

2005-01-18T21:58:00.000-08:00

Ok, so it's been a while since I've posted anything on this forum of ME. The new year is in full swing....not a whole lot has changed however, I have started another job search. YUCK! Feeling unfulfilled and shallow at my current place of employment, I've decided to pursue another career. Only problem is....I don't know what career to pursue :) If any of you who know me have ANY ideas what-so-ever, please let me know....I'm dead serious! I DO know that I am going to start my own company, that's in the works, but in the meantime I still need a steady income, ya know? Bills gotta be paid, food has got to be eaten, etc.... This brings me to a thought-provoking topic....Starting over. Starting over, to begin again, to be fresh and new, to initiate once more, to line up at the starting line one more time, to....nevermind that's already getting boring. Back to starting over. It seems to me that several people who are near and dear to my heart are beginning again. As an ex-reporter, I turn to the good old 5 W's. Who? What? Where? When? Why? Questions to ask yourself as we start over.

Who...obviously yourself, but who else? Who are the people in your life that you need next to you, that know you best, that you can trust always and forever?
What....is driving you? Pain? Desire? Hope? Dreams? Faith? What makes you need to make a change? What is the catalyst for your new beginning?
Where...are you where you need to be? Do you even know where your supposed to be? Have you found that place that settles your soul and vibrates with such fullness that you can't imagine ever leaving?
When....does starting over actually begin? When did it actually end? Was it an abrupt ending or a rocky transition? Maybe when is now, maybe when was yesterday, maybe when is tomorrow, maybe when will never arrive.
Why....a question never answered. God works in mysterious ways and we'll only realize the why after the fact. Hindsight is always 20-20. Wish God would share His secrets sometimes....well...He does SOMETIMES, I guess the correct words would be MORE OFTEN.

I guess I can take it or leave it. Embrace the unknown or continually hide from reality. Change is a good thing, it's why I want a new career...It's why I want to put my two weeks in= too much change in the office...Hmmmm, pretty ironic don't you think? Hehehehe...life is so crazy!! But so am I so, bring it on!

New Year Stupidity

2005-01-01T16:12:00.000-08:00

K	Kinky
A	Appealing
R	Radical
E	Energetic
N	Naughty

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

Here's my name acronym....since we can never get enough acroyms...thanks fellow WOGITS and MOGITS!!!

My Quarter-Life Crisis

2004-12-31T22:39:00.000-08:00

Thank God!! It's finally here...I've been waiting since childhood to have a pre-mature mental breakdown. Finally, my very own quarter-life crisis. I gotta tell you, it's been an amazing experience. Never in my short 23 years of life have I ever felt so old. I feel like I'm a worn-out 49 year old....ready for retirement, but still has a way to go. Only I have a WAY to go...approximately 40 more years of the daily grind. Eight to five, five days a week, a week or so of vacation every year...I'm set. What else could anyone ask for?? Shit, I'd rather live in a cardboard box than sell my soul to the corporate world. The large corporations that see you as "no-value add employees." The corporations that hire you and 4 weeks later cut your salary and at the same time increase your quotas by 25-percent. Does this seem moral, or even humane? I realize all businesses today are being asked to do more with less, but how are we supposed to become dedicated "top-producers" while we're losing our minds at the tender age of 23?

How can we be loyal to companies who really could care less about their employees? I'm just a number. Please, no need to call me Mrs King, call me number 264608. Just give me free business cards and I'll be FOREVER grateful, really!! It was no inconvenience that the first set proudly displayed my new title of "Accunt Manager." I love managing accunts. Also, I'll gladly baby-sit and eventually perform every job needed to process a single order, due to the incompetence of every internal process of my beloved Fortune 500 company's order coordination. I think Forbes was mistaken.

Ahhh, a beautifully anti-climatic end to the year.....Happy New Year!! I know....Bah Hum Bug : )

Who?What?Where?When?How?

2004-12-31T01:19:00.000-08:00

Who are we really? A shell-based being created by our surroundings or a hand-made vessel masterfully navigating the waves of life? What did I want to be when I grew up? I can't remember. No, I take that back...I remember wanting to be a marine biologist so I could swim with dolphins...I remember wanting to be a doctor so I could help people feel better....I remember wanting to go to the Olympics as a gymnast, just like Mary Lou Retton....I remember wanting to be singer and entertaining thousands of people....

I haven't gone swimming with any dolphins lately....It's pretty doubtful that I'll go back to med school for another 10 years....the average age of Olympic gymnasts is like 14....and Sony records ain't exactly knocking on my door!! Bummer, guess I missed out!! Now what?

What makes me feel most at peace, most complete? Hmmmm....good question. I'll get back to you on that one....

The Damn Rat Race

2004-12-28T13:05:00.000-08:00

Seriously people, what's the point? You work your life away for what? I feel so weak, so out of control....can I really do this? I don't want to go back to the rat race. Please don't make me go back!! Maybe I just haven't found my calling...do you ever find your calling? Work will always be work but there has to be something out there that I will mostly enjoy...I'm not un-realistic...I know jobs will always have parts that suck. Granted, selling copiers is just something I'm really not all that passionate about.....Can you blame me? Blah, lame, money, bills, yuck! I don't wanna be a grown-up anymore...Can I please go home? Mommy!!

For All My Boys

2004-12-27T19:55:00.000-08:00

Relaxing with my family in the fair city of Boise has been beyond therapeutic. No appointments, no traffic, no headaches....and in my search for something to do, I've discovered the beauty of blogs. A way to still be a part of your lives' little moments, even though I'm far, far away. I must be honest in saying that while in Pullman I felt a bit overwhelmed at times, with all the free flowing testosterone that ran rampant at any one moment : ) I can honestly say now that I miss you all terribly. I knew I would, I guess I just didn't know how much. I miss not being able to vacuum naked because our house was yours and you came marching in whenever you felt like it...thanks, I love that you were all that comfortable. I miss never being able to keep the refrigerator stocked with enough Coke and beer for you all. I miss our spontaneous rounds of "Big Booty," led by the biggest ass of them all, Mr. Mike : ) I miss my lame attempts to spitefully double-dip : ) I miss lining you all up for hair cut and colors, or fixing botched attempts. I miss having you all around practically everyday. I suppose things will never be like that again....so, I guess I just wanted to thank you all for being you....for being my brothers....for being crazy and real. I love you. Keep blogging so I can still imagine you barging into our house uninvited : ) I miss you.