Friday, May 30, 2008

Failure with a capital "F"

I would like to take this time to explain to all of you that the person that writes this blog is a complete and utter moron and procrastinator. I cannot do anything that I'm supposed to do when I'm supposed to do it. I thought my procrastination problem was left far behind in the art studios at KU, but this week it has made one helluva comeback.

Below is a brief synopsis of my conversations with myself this week:

Monday: "Hmmm, we're out of food. Better make a grocery run!"
Tuesday: "Kim, you need to get some groceries"
Wednesday: "Really Kim, the fridge is bare. You should get to the grocery store for milk and toilet paper."
Thursday: "Wow, the toilet paper is almost gone. Perhaps you should go to the grocery store."
Friday: "Shit. It's the weekend, your whole day is full and you don't have time to go to the grocery store. Maybe everyone will just use their hands to wipe after using the toilet?"

Seriously, what is wrong with me? How did this week get away from me so fast? Needless to say it is not a great self-esteem day today. To boot, I have a work function tonight and probably won't be home until after the girls have gone to bed. This means Brad is going to come home to discover an empty fridge and hungry children.

On a second procrastination note, I promised a friend (and client) of mine that I'd write her Hunk or Skunk article LAST WEEK. It has not been written yet. I'm so sorry, Samantha. I'm going to go bang my head against the wall....

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Memorial Day is.....

...a glass of cool wine next to warm grilled chicken - all enjoyed on a new patio table!

...your husband's hard work paying off after hours of sweat and expletives!

...a beautiful new piece of art that reminds you of your wedding day.

I hope all of you enjoyed a wonderful long Memorial weekend as much as I did! My husband and I spent much of the weekend in the car, driving back and forth from IKEA in Minnesapolis. Thankfully we were able to break the trip up by stopping in Iowa and resting at Brad's Mom's house on Friday night and his Dad and stepmom's on Saturday evening. Although we had a specific list of items to purchase at the mega-store, we still somehow managed to go over our carefully planned budget, and invest in a few items to make our home life just that much better. I think you'll agree that a beautiful patio table and a brilliant piece of art work (both shown above) were well worth the added expense!
Brad worked so diligently on Sunday, finishing up odd jobs that we hadn't gottena 'round to just yet. After hours upon hours of working so hard, he finished everything up and we both breathed a collective sigh of happiness. We ate dinner on our new patio table and watched the rain clouds pour in- and smiled.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Off by a day...

Five years and one day ago this little girl was brought into Brad's life. Four years later, she was brought into mine and I haven't been the same since! Happy Birthday yesterday, Tay! You're becoming such a big girl and Daddy and I love you so much.

Taylor in her truest form...laughing!

The pre-school grad. 5 going on 15...

Stayin' cool in style.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Uncle Sam Delivers!

We got our tax rebate this last week and now the question is: What to do with it? Many people are undoubtedly using the extra green to assist with the extra pain in the tukus at the pump while others are planning Caribbean cruises or paying down bills. So what are the Antisdel's going to do with their newly received stack o' cash? BUILD KIM AN OFFICE!!!

For the past six months that I've been working from home, my office has been, well- the kitchen. Once in a polka-dotted blue and pink striped moon I'll actually get all of my papers organized into my file system (otherwise known as the floor) and have enough space to put a meal on the table. But for the vast majority of the time, our kitchen has been over-taken by invoices, expense reports, business development leads and lots and lots of Diet Dr. Pepper cans. Half full. Poor Brad is gone constantly and has to come home to this disaster of a kitchen. (Although he probably doesn't mind being forced to eat in front of the TV.)

So, Uncle Sam's rebate check is headed straight down to the basement where Brad will hopefully get up just enough framing, drywall and electric capacities so that I can have a space that will no longer eat (pun intended) into our livable square footage.

On a hugely spectacular high note, Brad is home for this ENTIRE week. It feels like I have a very special house guest that pays half the bills and calls me "Sugar" when he comes home. Plus there's the added benefit of being able to now sleep through the night (except when my special house guest elbows me in the ribs). Welcome home, Bradley James! I missed you so much and I'm not looking forward to when you leave me again Sunday - but let's focus on the positive....

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

My Imagination

is always running away with me. Most of you know I tend to dream up the most bizarre scenarios for things with no rhyme or reason. Good for reading material, not so much for living day to day life. Lately, this problem is causing me to wonder if I just might need medication.

Example: Brad is not home a lot lately. This means I am home alone a lot lately. Before you get visions of me pulling a "Kevin McAlister" and running all over the house jumping on the beds and trying Brad's aftershave - get over it, it doesn't happen. What does happen is I get a little bit - paranoid. Each night as I put head to pillow I start thinking way too much. I try and remember if I really locked every single door, or if I really did shut the garage? Did I turn off my hair straightener? Did I leave the water running in the kitchen and something clogged the sink and I'm going to have a flood in the morning? What was that noise? Was that a laugh? I'm the only one in the house so who would be laughing? Did I hear a door just open? Is someone jimmying the lock? Perhaps I should turn my bedroom lights on and off as a distress call to neighbors who might be watching for distress calls out their bedroom windows. Are you getting a sense of my problem here? I get more worked up than Roseanne at a free cupcake factory and can't calm down my brain for beauty sleep. The end result is I awake in the middle of the night (to me that's 11.40) and see a vampire standing over my bed ready to kill me. From that moment on I am in a constant state of panic and ridiculous paranoia and therefore cannot sleep.

Long story short, I'm not getting much shut-eye lately and I would love for it to be Thursday so I can set my trusty house alarm system (a.k.a. Brad) and sleep soundly.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Misty Watercolor Memories....

Last night my high school had an open house for members of the public to view it's ridiculously expensive renovation. Although all the face lift was completely necessary since the school will now house 9th-12th grade students, it was very strange seeing all the bells and whistles the school now boasts. For one thing, the establishment is actually now reminiscent of a school rather than a 4th degree Leavenworth prison. It has shiny green grass, steps that aren't falling apart and a digital outdoor screen that forewarns parents about impending concerts they will begrudgingly have to attend. When I think of high school I envision broken lockers with crusted paint, awful carpeting with permanent Mr. Pibb stains and computers that only worked if you slapped the top of the monitor once and the side of it twice. We had no crispy white clean Apple laptops, there were no special "pods" of classrooms in which to enhance our learning experience, and we sure as hell didn't have cushy padded auditorium seating in which to rest our behinds during school plays and musicals. Yes, I'm aware of my bitterness. Mostly I just remember that part of the fun of high school was bitching about the things we couldn't change and knowing that some other school always had it better. Now that Seaman is closing its doors for the summer with the momentum of being on top again, it just feels - weird. We were always so proud to be in the bottom. Or maybe that's just what we told ourselves. Either way the changes for the school are for the better and I'm happy for the incoming freshman that will utilize all the changes. Just a word of warning though, freshman can and will be tossed into the new lockers just as easily as the old ones. Even a face lift can't keep that from happening.