Chloe is my parent's dog.

I am watching her for a couple weeks.

She is very sweet.

She loves to cuddle.

She also loves panties.

Not just any panties, she prefers lace.

EVIDENCE

Flip flop Tan Lines and Laying On My Kitchen Floor

I am a complicated person.

I am always right, always over analytical and never the first to say I'm sorry.

I bring home the bacon, fry it up, and then do the dishes in stilettos.

Most people don't get me because I don't let them.

But then again the few that are in my head are there for good.

I mate for life.

Now of course there's Joey that is the man-love of my life but there is another...

This kid.

This particular entry is for her.

Kaelyn C. Lamb is that sister I have wanted all my life.

We met in a typical fashion....over Oreos (god's cookie) It was just another FHE until we shared our first picture together and understood what gut wrenching friendship was.

We have been through a lot usually ending in a nap to our love song 9 crimes by Damien Rice.

She is the yin to my "yang"--get it Kae Kae?

My favorite story of ours involves a ball, a greenway, and a gut shot. We went on a double date with some boys to a golf course. She and I had only known each other for two months I believe. It was my shot I walked up to my target, swung back and followed through with perfect form. The ball sailed through the air with the greatest of ease...right to Kaelyn's stomach. She doubled over immediately. I dropped my club and ran to my new friend's side certain that she would never speak to me again. I saw her on the ground not saying anything and then I heard a gasp, not from tears, but from laughter. We layed there and laughed for probably 5 minutes with the boys tapping there toes at us. We were inseparable ever since.

She is the first girl friend I have ever had that can make me crack up, or make me sob like an infant with just a facial expression.

She loves me when I am being a hag. She loves me for my flaws. She loves me for my weakness.

To my very best friend, to my sister

I love you the Kae part of Kae/Ash-lyn!

"You're my home, you're my Meridith."

Breathe

I am a lucky girl. I have actually had people tell me that they wish they could trade lives with me. Now, I don't really believe in luck. I think luck is where preparation and good opportunity meet each other but at the risk of having a boring blog, I will use the term "Lucky."



I am so blessed and I am so grateful for all that my father in heaven has given me. But some days the "Why me?" thoughts creep in. To add the cherry on top whenever I decide I really want something that's is logical and appropriate my friends run off and do it. Now, I'm sure they don't do it on purpose but it sure feels like it sometimes. (See reference pictures)

NOT MY REAL DRESS

...Although the "cupcake dress" as I call it was fun.

The Mom car, is it so much to ask?

I have a wonderful family, fantastic friends, a good job with 2 bosses that I just love, and I have a grown up apartment that comes with matching hot manfriend. It is a charmed life I lead, it's a charmed life. Just keep saying it.

I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watchin Me!

It started off a good morning. I almost got a good nights sleep, I have to work today but everyone is gone and I got all my work done so it's not like REAL work, just an easy Friday. I got up, fixed my fine self up grabbed my breakfast and head out the door.

If you haven't seen my house there is a long porch and then stairs on the right one has to go down to get to the parking lot. I strolled along the porch and turned to go down the stairs and there he was, Hasassian! I have only decided to name him that of late due to his aggressive nature. He stood about 5 feet tall and was covered in fur. I saw his fangs glisten in the early morning light. He looked at me and I just looked right back.

I feared I should run but, "No Fear" like Kaelyn said, kept running through my head. I composed myself long enough to capture a quick picture with my phone.

HERE IS THE CULPRIT

He may appear small and cute, but I promise you, he is cunning.

Now mind you, this picture was not taken by a professional.

PURE EVIL.

It's Rainin' Men!

(The one on the far right, yep that one)

There are two new men in my life. One due to the other.The night of Kelda's party I re-met a guy. His Name is Joe, but I call him Joey. He gave me his number over an e-mail and at first I was like riiight. I am gonna date some guy I met at a party. But on our first date he did the one thing all men should do...he complimented my shoes. Any man that pays that much attention to detail is going to be a keeper. What really sealed the deal though was one time in a total casual conversation I said that I didn't like loud noises. One night I went to go see him at work and it was really really loud and he covered my ears. The fact that he remembered something so insignificant makes my heart happy. He is amazing and very sweet. I am sure there will be more to come. :-)

The second new man, well I guess he is no man...he is a fish. He is a genius!

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His Name is Alexander Protrovsky and he is Russian.












He is Joey and I's fish, we picked him out together. He loves long walks on the beach, and playing with his bubble ball on the top of the water. He is a wonderful new gentleman that I am more than happy to call my pet.



Oh yeah, and I am blonde now...

Here Comes The Sun

Okay, Okay I know I am about 40 years late on this but I had an awesome surprise a few weeks ago! I was sitting at my dining room table with my friend Jimmy and my best friend Kaelyn calls me. It was a Thursday night which is NOT our call day, that's saved for the Lord's day. But we talked for a second and then hung up. WELL Thursday means Grey's Anatomy night so I sit down to watch and she calls again. Not gonna lie, just a little irritated that my phone was ringing during the Greys but it was Kae again. I answered with a whisper, "what? It's Greys." Then those 4 words set me free. "Come Get Your Door."



I flew to my door threw it open and screamed. Then I pounced on her like a lion on a wounded wildebeest. I pulled her in the house and just started to cry. I didn't realize how much I really missed her. She stayed for a few days and we of course rocked the town ESPECIALLY the new Michael's. We were feeling artsy.

Friday night we were out getting the usual...oreos and milk. When we passed this scrumptious chicken. Now cutting it was a TASK, therefore the face. But it was spectacular and our art didn't turn out too bad either.




Saturday night was Kelda's big party. We rocked the Kas Bahh and we all got our dance on. she stayed for a little bit but then needed to drive home.

It was so fun and I love her so much! I was so grateful that she came and I got to see her beautiful face. :-)

Worth Fighting For

I know I am going to get so much flak for this blog but as Mr. Hitler said, "your silence will not save you."

When I moved to Klamath I literally knew no one. The Hempels were the only people that even knew I existed within 300 miles. It was terrifying. My patients quickly became my friends. Not all, but many of them I know their kids names, how many animals they have, things they are worried about as well as what diseases they have.

This one particular patient has always stuck out to me. He is truly one of the most genuine, sweet, and love filled person I have ever met. He has compassion for everyone. When he asks you how you are, he actually listens to your reply and doesn't just wait for his turn to talk.

He came in today to discuss some things that were effecting his new relationship. I greeted him with a smile and he countered with a grin. We got back in the exam room and I could tell that he was holding something back. I asked him how his new relationship was going and he said that he was excited to find somebody to connect with again. So being female I dug for the details. I asked what her name was, and then the inevitable awkward silence. I said, "Charlie," his name isn't Charlie but I love that name and I would like to keep my job so I will call him Charlie. I said to him, "Charlie, it's not a her is it?" He shook his head rolled his eyes and answered with a shy scared "No, his name is Joe." I literally took one jump and said a congratulatory "That is so great!" Here is the part that breaks me. He got a tear in his eye, an ACTUAL TEAR, and said "thank you, I really needed to hear that."

I think that it is a true tragedy in every sense of the word that this wonderful man has met another person that he can share dreams, tears, and all the other life changing experiences that you have in a relationship, and can't scream it from the rooftops. How dare we all judge others for having something that over 50% of the United States desires on a daily basis, Love.

I am from a religion that does not support homosexuality. It is something that I struggle with and get guff from other members all the time. It can't even be talked about in a group without someone looking at me and giving me the "SEE" look because I am so openly loving towards my gays. Am I gay? No. Do I plan to become gay? Nope. I love my men! But I also love people, no matter what others think. And that is something my religion does support.

So judge me.

Three words for you, the same words I told Charlie, Love Is Love.