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Internet Interruptions

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There are always so many things to learn about marriage. For example, last night I learned how to turn my husband into the scariest man in the universe.

I was just browsing the internet, minding my own business. Then something funny looking popped up, and I closed it. But my computer was running slowly.

I AM NOT DUMB.

I immediately shut down the computer. Something wasn’t right.
Of course, it did no good. I restarted and the program had weaseled its way into everything near and dear to me. So, there I am, thinking I’ve lost everything that ever mattered to me: mp3s, pictures, and oh yeah, that book I’m trying to publish…

So I flip out, hysterical. I have some virus. MK comes over to take a look. In record time, he is able to reset my desktop and browse the depths of folders with names like “computer/mine/backup/log/music/ifyourwifebreakstufflookhere”
and found my personal content. Then he gets on the internet, ’cause it’s not over…

after running a bunch of virus find and destroy crap, for hours and hours, my computer has a semblance of its old self back. My husband, however, is a MONSTER. I tried to fix it, I knew it was bad, and I didn’t even go looking for it, but somehow, I’m to blame. Made for one grouchy night.

computer virus
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Viva Mexico

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It always takes a week for me to get around to my travels, mainly trying to bug MK to get the pictures to me, since he is in the habit of hiding the camera cords. It rained and stormed almost every night we were there, which was great, as it made the days clear and cool, with just enough cloud cover to relax under, and a nice breeze to keep the heat and humidity at bay.
I needed this trip. It was great family time with MK’s step mom, dad, brother, brother’s gf (Potential Sister In Law?) and little step sister. They are such a fun bunch, and any time we spend together is for learning and laughing, penucle and partying.

We had great meals every day and night, and played ping pong, tennis, shuffleboard, and volleyball. One of my favorite things was painting with KK, and the place glazed and fired the things we made, for the perfect self made souvenir. Check out my little jar:

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Looks professional, doesn’t it? I had a little help.
Our place was the top floor penthouse with a great view, a private hot tub, grill, and chairs and tables. Our room was huge. There were four bedrooms and a giant lower level. You can see the marble floors and staircase in the pictures. We traveled into the town and down the beach, and even to the Mazatlan Aquarium, which was interesting.

Here are the pictures!

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Let’s Get Packing

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One summer, I think when I was a sophomore at UT, I threw everything I had in a storage unit and moved to Wimberley to stay with an Aunt. By the end of that summer, thinking things were going to be fine, I moved into a new place, with a new roommate, and took my chances. Despite it feeling a little like Christmas to have my most treasured possessions returned to me – books and posters, I was in college – things from that point on went horribly, horribly wrong.

Now, facing a similar situation, but at a different stage in my life, I keep having flashbacks. We’ve almost moved all the junk in our garage and things we don’t need out of our place already. We’ve opted for a fully furnished type place in Seattle, so we’re not even taking the art on the walls. I have a lot of “those” things, that writers and comedians alike joke about – I’ll see you next time I move. Packing photos and furniture away is strange. MK keeps having to convince me the place won’t burn down. But more than that, history repeats itself. What if we get up there and MK decides he’s bi-polar, lies, cheats, steals, and goes off the deep end and escapes in a stolen car like that horrible roommate?

Well, maybe I’m overreacting slightly, but I can’t get over how that messed with my head back then. I used to never second guess anyone, or worry about anything. Now this life change has me getting nervous. I don’t like it. I’ll be fine when we get up there, it’s this next month that’s going to take some medication to get through.

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Official Announcement

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Now we’ll be chronicling a journey. MK and I have decided that when our lease is up on April 30th, we will definitely be moving to Seattle, for at least 6 months. We’ve talked about it for months – but that’s how we do anything – but finally we went ahead and got the storage unit and started packing, so even though we don’t know where we’re going to be living yet, it won’t be in Austin!

SXSW last week was a great memory to have of the city on my way out for a little while. Our ability to live anywhere made the decision tricky, but we were engaged in Seattle and really enjoyed the time we spent there.


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I’m hoping that all our friends and family will be able to visit us there, and also that I get to live it up while I’m still in Austin, making even more great memories to take with me. Mom, if you’re in shock: thanks for actually reading this again, I know you’ve been tuning me out since the first time I mentioned (free!) alcohol. And no, I’m not doing this to be as far from you as possible, even though I think it is.

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Here I Am

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So we got going early Sunday. Really early. We met up with some friends at Starbucks, aka most convenient place to leave one car in an attempt to get coffee twice…you have to go back… We made it to the park before 11 to be able to see the contests and bulk of big kites and activities. Husband MK took a good half hour to get his super fancy kite off the ground and flying in the gusty wind. While we were remarking how tough it was, there were some similar stunt kites performing. In my ironic ability to be on TV before publishing a book (and also in magazines and newspapers – ACL, NaNo, Beat the Heat etc., etc.) I was interviewed and appeared in both the written article and the film clip that everyone cool saw last night at 9:06 pm on news channel 8.

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It’s really pretty silly, but thought it’d be good for a laugh. Here’s a link to the article, and if you add the clip to cart then play you can see me! 🙂 Husband is not thrilled that I was picking on him but it was pretty funny, those stunt kites were cool. The voice over about this kids and weather at the end is me too. So it wasn’t all mean. PH is on there too, she wouldn’t talk, but she was standing right next to me.

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Love Is In The Air

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Last night, I found myself peering across the table from a lovely date.

Last night before I left my husband for this date, he let me in on a little secret, that the night before Valentine is the common night that men take their mistresses out. He said he read it on the internet. Hmm. Well, this was KD, not my man or my mistress (well, I did get her a card), and I didn’t have time to wander the restaurant asking other people there if they were in the middle of being unfaithful. Maybe next year.

It was a blast to spend some relaxed time together after all the gym-ness we’d been rocking together.

All the holidays have been my favorite this year. Card shopping has been fun. Why you ask? I get to buy stuff that says “husband“. I have a husband. This is the first time that that has happened. All the holidays have been happier, even though we’ve been together for a long time, just knowing that we’ve cemented that. MK has always been the best guy at Valentine’s, a list of all my sweet and thoughtful gifts would make you want to puke, all the other gifts would make you want to rob me (why I’m not listing them). He reminds me everyday, not just today, why I fell for him.

Anyway, knowing there are some out there that are not in love with what I agree is a cheesy day, a commercial day (velvet and snippy), there are also those out there that think of it as a time to reflect, to be happy, to call their mother, to give their single friends cards, and eat a little candy, to kiss someone just a little longer, to remember the little school parties and construction paper cards. Either way, Happy Valentine’s Day!


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Full House

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My husband has this innate ability to successfully forget to mention important things until the very last minute. As a result of this ability, I have more people than rooms in my house. I have a friend staying with me – that part was expected and perfectly fine. What I didn’t know is that I have a brother-in-law on a plane right now expecting a place to sleep in my home.

cooped up chickens
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(Poor chickens).

The discussion ranged from said friend and brother becoming really good friends to getting a hotel for, well, us, we’re selfish. The result? Someone’s going to have to rock-paper-sissors for a bed vs. a couch. What can you do? I’m trying to be accomodating, at least I’m cooking and cleaning for them, right?

Also frustrating is that I have a super fun night out planned and husband will be at the airport. Super friend will be a stand in, and that will do!

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Marketing Secrets Revealed By Lotion

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MK and I have a favorite argument at about 1:30am. I’ll be spaced out on the couch watching an infomercial, for some big thing that you sit in or on or by, or just light and put on the counter, that makes you skinny. I will say something like, “I need that. That looks serious. Or, maybe I could invent something like that but smaller and get rich.”

MK launches into a TIRADE. It doesn’t matter that I was half asleep and not serious, the fact that my thoughts escaped my lips gives him permission.

HE is the expert on the fact that if ANYTHING, EVER, worked, than we would all know about it and everyone in the world would have one. Like a broom. Well, does everyone have a broom? Um, like a toilet. Everyone would use some version of that thing that worked. So none of it is any good, or we’d know about it. We’re Americans. With computers.

Last night, I thought about this as I watched the one for the ab blaster chair or whatever it was called. Right before I could pick up the phone MK kicked me out to make him dinner. At the store, I saw that Jergens tanning lotion.

This is my rebuttal to MK: I can’t tell you how many people I had to tell about this stuff. I bought it for snippy for her birthday. I heard about it from a friend. But I have never ever ever seen any testimony otherwise that it is perfect, which it is. No blogs, no Us Weekly reports, no CBS Evening News Headlines.

So, like always, wife:1, MK:0. And, come on over and try some Leptotrimspamax with me whenever.

*Jergens in no way endorses somegosoftly *

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Sweet Dreams

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Yet another great thing about the lack of a job: No Monday mornings.

When MK and I were first dating, he introduced me to Musical Starstreams. It’s a radio program on 107.1 KGSR on Sunday nights from 10-12. Downtempo electronica and stuff. Fast forward to being married and working. MK always wants to listen to this in the new theater room, all the lights off, pillows, etc. Problem was, I’d fall asleep, wake up at 2 am and be a mess all Monday at work from being tired.

Now, without a care in the world, I was able to stay up with him. It was very sweet.

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Tanning Is So Superficial…

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Unless you’re on a mission. We need to look our best for the Young Execs Charity Event, so the right thing to do is rent a boat and lay in the sun all. day. long. The little boat did not want to anchor, I don’t think that the Lake Travis water could be any lower…but that really doesn’t concern me. In fact, I learned that when the boat moves, you don’t have to. Very even tan.

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