Stolen moments
Seconds, minutes
Lazy mornings
You scoot closer
We share the pillow
Noses touching
Eyes lock
No kisses, please
Your morning breath
I cannot stand
Idle stretching
Dreams remembered
Ticking clock
Too soon
Reality beckons
Sunday, February 07, 2010
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Diary of a Shoe Whore: Nike Shox
I may have been called a "Shoe Whore" once or twice. There are currently a good twenty pairs of sneakers by my front door, all clamoring to be worn. Some of these shoes may be more loved than others, but they are all loved, and they have all had grand adventures. Each of these shoes has at least one such adventure that I cannot help but recall when I first pull them on. Tonight I bring you the tale of my Nike Shox.
I’ve had my blue and silver Nike Shox for 5 years this Christmas. I know, obviously they haven’t gotten much use, right? I used them exclusively for running when I first got them, and they’ve held up rather well. I remember telling my mother I wanted Nikes and they needed to be blue, so I could wear them in my Air Force fitness uniform. They’ve traveled all over with me, up and down the east coast, all over California.
I think the most memorable adventure I had with my blue Nikes was one June evening in California. I was planning on going to the gym, but it started to rain. It was warm, gentle rain, a refreshing change after my winter and spring in Maryland. It was the first real rain since I had moved to Northern California, and I couldn’t resist.
I put on my reflective belt and drove to the flight line, over five miles from my dorm, and parked in my work lot. I strapped my Ipod Nano into its arm band, and scrolled to my then-current workout playlist. Earphones in place, I stretched quickly and took off in a light jog. There were no cars to worry about on the road, no one to be seen on the entire flight line actually. Just a well-lit two mile stretch of pavement, the rain, and me. The run down the flight line was routine; building from a light jog into a slow, steady run.
Once I reached the end of the road and turned around, however, I decided to have a little fun. I was almost completely wet by this point, so there was no need to avoid the puddles anymore. Instead I started aiming for the puddles, making a game out of how big of a splash I could create. When Pink’s “Feel Good Time” came up on my playlist I didn’t even hesitate. I started dancing as I ran. Just as the song was winding down I happened to notice some light behind me that didn’t belong to an overhead lamp. It was coming from the headlights of a maintenance truck, two guys in maybe their early twenties inside. How long they had been following me, watching me make a fool of myself, I don’t want to know. Both guys waved as they passed, and I continued the last half mile or so of my run with a smirk plastered on my face, thankful that they didn’t work in my building and my silly clandestine run would remain my little secret.
I’ve had my blue and silver Nike Shox for 5 years this Christmas. I know, obviously they haven’t gotten much use, right? I used them exclusively for running when I first got them, and they’ve held up rather well. I remember telling my mother I wanted Nikes and they needed to be blue, so I could wear them in my Air Force fitness uniform. They’ve traveled all over with me, up and down the east coast, all over California.I think the most memorable adventure I had with my blue Nikes was one June evening in California. I was planning on going to the gym, but it started to rain. It was warm, gentle rain, a refreshing change after my winter and spring in Maryland. It was the first real rain since I had moved to Northern California, and I couldn’t resist.
I put on my reflective belt and drove to the flight line, over five miles from my dorm, and parked in my work lot. I strapped my Ipod Nano into its arm band, and scrolled to my then-current workout playlist. Earphones in place, I stretched quickly and took off in a light jog. There were no cars to worry about on the road, no one to be seen on the entire flight line actually. Just a well-lit two mile stretch of pavement, the rain, and me. The run down the flight line was routine; building from a light jog into a slow, steady run.
Once I reached the end of the road and turned around, however, I decided to have a little fun. I was almost completely wet by this point, so there was no need to avoid the puddles anymore. Instead I started aiming for the puddles, making a game out of how big of a splash I could create. When Pink’s “Feel Good Time” came up on my playlist I didn’t even hesitate. I started dancing as I ran. Just as the song was winding down I happened to notice some light behind me that didn’t belong to an overhead lamp. It was coming from the headlights of a maintenance truck, two guys in maybe their early twenties inside. How long they had been following me, watching me make a fool of myself, I don’t want to know. Both guys waved as they passed, and I continued the last half mile or so of my run with a smirk plastered on my face, thankful that they didn’t work in my building and my silly clandestine run would remain my little secret.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Seriously body? Seriously?
This is the fourth time since school began in late September that I have been sick.
And I'm not talking the "I have a bit of a cough/the sniffles" sick. I'm talking about full-on, don't leave the house sick.
This time I have some sort of flu. It manifested late this afternoon in a rather sneaky manner. I had plans to catch dinner with my only Bestie that owns a husband and children, Kate. Around 5 this evening I realized that my throat pain might be from more than just my idiotic half-sprint up The Hill on campus on the coldest morning of the quarter, since my ear had started to twinge at me. I called Kate and canceled, on the grounds that if I was contagious, I didn't want to pass it on to the little ones. Logical yes?
Then I get a headache. Excedrin Migraine is a close personal friend, and took care of that situation for me.
Then between 8 and 9 it felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Being very familiar with food poisoning, I was immediately suspicious of the food I had eaten tonight. I would really like to believe that the sacred Brownie Cupcakes had no part in this (plus I have been suspiciously hot and cold this evening), but just to be on the safe side, they will have to be thrown away. Poor little cupcakes...
Now I am camped out on the surprisingly comfy rugs that cover my bathroom floor.
Seriously body, what the hell is going on? Four sicknesses in less than three months strikes me as a bit odd, even coming from you. Enough is enough already. There is only so long that a girl is allowed to lounge around in sweatpants before people begin to talk, and I think we both know that we've reached the threshold. It's time for you to knock off this bullshit, and let someone else have their turn to be sick. It's really quite selfish of you to deprive some other poor sap of the joy of buying all the cold meds I've had to accumulate.
Disappointed in you,
Kay
And I'm not talking the "I have a bit of a cough/the sniffles" sick. I'm talking about full-on, don't leave the house sick.
This time I have some sort of flu. It manifested late this afternoon in a rather sneaky manner. I had plans to catch dinner with my only Bestie that owns a husband and children, Kate. Around 5 this evening I realized that my throat pain might be from more than just my idiotic half-sprint up The Hill on campus on the coldest morning of the quarter, since my ear had started to twinge at me. I called Kate and canceled, on the grounds that if I was contagious, I didn't want to pass it on to the little ones. Logical yes?
Then I get a headache. Excedrin Migraine is a close personal friend, and took care of that situation for me.
Then between 8 and 9 it felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Being very familiar with food poisoning, I was immediately suspicious of the food I had eaten tonight. I would really like to believe that the sacred Brownie Cupcakes had no part in this (plus I have been suspiciously hot and cold this evening), but just to be on the safe side, they will have to be thrown away. Poor little cupcakes...
Now I am camped out on the surprisingly comfy rugs that cover my bathroom floor.
Seriously body, what the hell is going on? Four sicknesses in less than three months strikes me as a bit odd, even coming from you. Enough is enough already. There is only so long that a girl is allowed to lounge around in sweatpants before people begin to talk, and I think we both know that we've reached the threshold. It's time for you to knock off this bullshit, and let someone else have their turn to be sick. It's really quite selfish of you to deprive some other poor sap of the joy of buying all the cold meds I've had to accumulate.
Disappointed in you,
Kay
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Final Project
RedBull cans of all sizes litter the apartment. Papers of detailed instructions and examples encompass the desk and surrounding furniture, looking like shrapnel from an explosion of informaion. Checklists and grading charts are taped to the wall for reminder. A dictionary, pocket manual for grammar, and class textbook are close at hand for reference.
Stress is low. Life is good. Does it make me a sick individual to admit that I love this? This moment in time is Epic!
Stress is low. Life is good. Does it make me a sick individual to admit that I love this? This moment in time is Epic!
Monday, November 30, 2009
I am a vast array of contradictions
I am easily amused. It doesn't take much to entertain me. I get excited by new shopping purchases. My most recent purchases (and thus my newest joy inducing toys):
Beefy new tires for my truck.
Cute little reindeer antlers for Lolo to wear when she sits on Santa's lap for her Christmas photo. (Shut it Barbie. Right now, before you even start)
Two new pairs of Adidas I got while Black Friday shopping with Lil Bro.
The awesome new recumbent exercise bike that is waiting to be assembled in my living room.
And the new makeup I ordered from Avon, upon finding the catalog on my mother's kitchen counter.
Which brings me to the real point of this post. I ordered two mascaras, one eye liner, and some mixed thing of eye shadow. I may not know much about makeup, but I do like to play. And part of that playing is my late night dressup/hairstyling/makeup experimentation. I believe Diablo Cody said it best (via Juno McGuff), "There's nothin' like experimentin,'" right kids?
This Avon order was delivered to me a few days ago, but because I was deathly ill all weekend, I have just now remembered it and decided to bring it out to play. I'll admit that Avon has a bit of a tough sell headed its way in convincing me to be a fan, since I'm completely in love with Urban Decay's mascara and eye liner, but I am completely willing to try new things. Once or twice.
I'll admit to having an oddly curious fascination with Avon, my grandmother sold it all of my life. The siblings and I were always so excited to go to Grandma B's and see what new things she had. So when I saw that Avon catalog sitting on my Mother's counter, I couldn't help but open it up to see what was inside. Being new to the world of makeup, I figured it would be almost irresponsible of me to pass up a sale and with it the cheapened opportunity to explore a new brand.
First on the play list was AVON's Daring Definition Mousse Mascara. Old school style brush/wand. Black color. Nothing remarkable. It didn't cause any clumping, but that may be because it's a new bottle. It reminded me a bit of Maybelline's Stiletto Mascara, if Stiletto didn't cause wicked clumping. Downside, it does absolutely nothing for curl. At least Stiletto gave my lashes a bit of a curl. I'm beginning to see the point of lash curlers.
Let's take a little detour for a moment here. Do you remember back in '03, when AVON started that marketing campaign where they tried to rename their makeup line Mark? In an effort to attract the under 60 crowd, they went on and on about how you needed to "Meet Mark," with all of their glamorous models walking around asking each other "Have you met Mark?" Cheesy as hell, but apparently it worked, since the Mark line is still around.
Next in the rotation was Feeling Fine Ultra Thin Eye Liner. I was pretty excited about this because I love eye liner. The right eye liner can work miracles. An ultra thin eye liner has potential. Off comes the cap, and I see that there is some sort of inner cap still stuck on. I put the cap back on and pull it off a few times, trying to dislodge it. No love. Since my grip is weaker than a limp fish's (Thank you Fibro), I bite the inner lid and try to pull it off. Then I realize that perhaps it's not meant to come off. Instead it twist it left and right until I see that it works like lipstick, except there seems to be no going back once you've gotten it out of the tube. Odd, but I'll go with it. Looking at the eye liner in disbelief I catch myself off guard when I say aloud, "You were in my mouth." And then I giggle, because Lolo has just looked at me as if I'm slightly dense. Undeterred, I start on my top right lid, and the tip breaks off. Now that I know how this little beast works, I twist it and return to my top right lid. Again the tip breaks off. Hmmmm. Apparently it's a bit of a science to get enough out to use without breaking off the tip. I twist just a tiny bit and decide to attempt the lower right lid instead. After stabbing myself in the eye twice, I manage manage to get the job done. I twist out a little more of the (stick/pencil/stuff) and go back to the upper lid. And the tip breaks off. Three Strikes and you're a failure.
Dear "Mark,"
What the hell man? How about some effing instructions?
You're done,
California Kay
Beefy new tires for my truck.
Cute little reindeer antlers for Lolo to wear when she sits on Santa's lap for her Christmas photo. (Shut it Barbie. Right now, before you even start)
Two new pairs of Adidas I got while Black Friday shopping with Lil Bro.
The awesome new recumbent exercise bike that is waiting to be assembled in my living room.
And the new makeup I ordered from Avon, upon finding the catalog on my mother's kitchen counter.
Which brings me to the real point of this post. I ordered two mascaras, one eye liner, and some mixed thing of eye shadow. I may not know much about makeup, but I do like to play. And part of that playing is my late night dressup/hairstyling/makeup experimentation. I believe Diablo Cody said it best (via Juno McGuff), "There's nothin' like experimentin,'" right kids?
This Avon order was delivered to me a few days ago, but because I was deathly ill all weekend, I have just now remembered it and decided to bring it out to play. I'll admit that Avon has a bit of a tough sell headed its way in convincing me to be a fan, since I'm completely in love with Urban Decay's mascara and eye liner, but I am completely willing to try new things. Once or twice.
I'll admit to having an oddly curious fascination with Avon, my grandmother sold it all of my life. The siblings and I were always so excited to go to Grandma B's and see what new things she had. So when I saw that Avon catalog sitting on my Mother's counter, I couldn't help but open it up to see what was inside. Being new to the world of makeup, I figured it would be almost irresponsible of me to pass up a sale and with it the cheapened opportunity to explore a new brand.
First on the play list was AVON's Daring Definition Mousse Mascara. Old school style brush/wand. Black color. Nothing remarkable. It didn't cause any clumping, but that may be because it's a new bottle. It reminded me a bit of Maybelline's Stiletto Mascara, if Stiletto didn't cause wicked clumping. Downside, it does absolutely nothing for curl. At least Stiletto gave my lashes a bit of a curl. I'm beginning to see the point of lash curlers.
Let's take a little detour for a moment here. Do you remember back in '03, when AVON started that marketing campaign where they tried to rename their makeup line Mark? In an effort to attract the under 60 crowd, they went on and on about how you needed to "Meet Mark," with all of their glamorous models walking around asking each other "Have you met Mark?" Cheesy as hell, but apparently it worked, since the Mark line is still around.
Next in the rotation was Feeling Fine Ultra Thin Eye Liner. I was pretty excited about this because I love eye liner. The right eye liner can work miracles. An ultra thin eye liner has potential. Off comes the cap, and I see that there is some sort of inner cap still stuck on. I put the cap back on and pull it off a few times, trying to dislodge it. No love. Since my grip is weaker than a limp fish's (Thank you Fibro), I bite the inner lid and try to pull it off. Then I realize that perhaps it's not meant to come off. Instead it twist it left and right until I see that it works like lipstick, except there seems to be no going back once you've gotten it out of the tube. Odd, but I'll go with it. Looking at the eye liner in disbelief I catch myself off guard when I say aloud, "You were in my mouth." And then I giggle, because Lolo has just looked at me as if I'm slightly dense. Undeterred, I start on my top right lid, and the tip breaks off. Now that I know how this little beast works, I twist it and return to my top right lid. Again the tip breaks off. Hmmmm. Apparently it's a bit of a science to get enough out to use without breaking off the tip. I twist just a tiny bit and decide to attempt the lower right lid instead. After stabbing myself in the eye twice, I manage manage to get the job done. I twist out a little more of the (stick/pencil/stuff) and go back to the upper lid. And the tip breaks off. Three Strikes and you're a failure.
Dear "Mark,"
What the hell man? How about some effing instructions?
You're done,
California Kay
Curious about this blogger?
Kaycee Johnson (your very own California Kay) now resides in Western Washington, in what her friends have lovingly labeled "East Jesus Nowhere." Kaycee is a mid-twenties "boomerang kid," meaning that she left home, lived on her own, and is now back living with her parents. This works out very well for Kaycee, since she abhors cooking, and now has a built-in babysitter for her overly spoiled Mini-Dachshund, Lolo. When she's not writing, Kaycee enjoys an intense game of fetch, baking cupcakes, playing Guitar Hero, and perusing personal ads on CraigsList (They are hilarious and you really should try it one of these days).
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I don't do sick very well
I get bored easily, and when I'm sick I'm usually too tired to invent new ways to amuse myself. And yes, the internet is a fun, entertaining thing, but even that gets old after a few hours. At this point I usually turn to movies. But you can only rewatch a movie so many times. So I turn to my fellow humans for entertainment. But since I've got this lovely mouth-breathing raspy thing going on, the phone is not ideal. And apparently the family feels "We love you honey, but if you're sick you need to stay in your own house." Because whoever gave me these germs so kindly stuck to that little rule...
I'm bored and frustrated with my sickness. It has left me bouncing between hot and cold like a ping pong ball bounces between Beer Pong teams in a Frat House. I'm super exhausted. I'm torn between hunger and nausea. I feel like I'm wasting a perfectly good weekend, not to mention a rare opportunity to see Little Bro. And I'm very, very bored.
< /end pity party>
I'm bored and frustrated with my sickness. It has left me bouncing between hot and cold like a ping pong ball bounces between Beer Pong teams in a Frat House. I'm super exhausted. I'm torn between hunger and nausea. I feel like I'm wasting a perfectly good weekend, not to mention a rare opportunity to see Little Bro. And I'm very, very bored.
< /end pity party>
Friday, November 27, 2009
I can has Benadryl?
I went to see Kelly Clarkson Tuesday night with Barbie. It was epic, I'm working on that post.
Woke up Wednesday with a mysteriously sore throat, and no recollection of screaming like a 12 year old girl all night.
Kicked it with lil bro Wednesday night, throat still behaving oddly.
Slept nice and late Thursday, and awoke to a slight twinge in my left ear.
Spent an odd Thanksgiving with the family. Remembered why I've had other plans for Thanksgiving for the last 5 years.
Got conned into going Midnight Black Friday shopping with lil bro, instead of at a nice normal hour, like 4 or 5 AM.
Bought two more pairs of Adidas!!! Have no idea where I shall put them when they are not on my feet.
Had to park way out in BFE and walk 8000 miles to the stores, while whining about my lungs and the cold and how the two do not get along.
Went on a donut seeking adventure with lil bro, only to strike out repeatedly.
Was home and back to bed by 4AM.
Woke up again. Immediate thought upon waking "What the hell is wrong with my ears?" And then I realized the rest of my head hurt too.
I have pressure and pain. I think it's just a nasty cold, but we've also got some wicked awesome nausea going on. Yay me! I have located my stash of "I'm sick" meds, and am playing doctor to myself, while sleeping and drinking enormous amounts of liquid. Lolo is unsympathetic to my plight, but that's nothing new.
Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving. Please send meds, but for the love of Jeebus, no soup!
Woke up Wednesday with a mysteriously sore throat, and no recollection of screaming like a 12 year old girl all night.
Kicked it with lil bro Wednesday night, throat still behaving oddly.
Slept nice and late Thursday, and awoke to a slight twinge in my left ear.
Spent an odd Thanksgiving with the family. Remembered why I've had other plans for Thanksgiving for the last 5 years.
Got conned into going Midnight Black Friday shopping with lil bro, instead of at a nice normal hour, like 4 or 5 AM.
Bought two more pairs of Adidas!!! Have no idea where I shall put them when they are not on my feet.
Had to park way out in BFE and walk 8000 miles to the stores, while whining about my lungs and the cold and how the two do not get along.
Went on a donut seeking adventure with lil bro, only to strike out repeatedly.
Was home and back to bed by 4AM.
Woke up again. Immediate thought upon waking "What the hell is wrong with my ears?" And then I realized the rest of my head hurt too.
I have pressure and pain. I think it's just a nasty cold, but we've also got some wicked awesome nausea going on. Yay me! I have located my stash of "I'm sick" meds, and am playing doctor to myself, while sleeping and drinking enormous amounts of liquid. Lolo is unsympathetic to my plight, but that's nothing new.
Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving. Please send meds, but for the love of Jeebus, no soup!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Best potential reasons to dump someone--in progress
Because you would have to buy chains for your car to visit their family for Thanksgiving, and it's just not worth the hassle/cash.
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