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Feb 13, 2013 - Humor, My Story    1 Comment

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Ah, Valentine’s Day, my old friend, you are here again.

I don’t know why it bothers me, but it always does. This day reminds me that I am single. It doesn’t highlight the beautiful, free, unencumbered parts about singleness, instead it highlights the negatives. At least in my head it does.

If you know me, you know that I use humor to diffuse situations. Here’s this year’s installment:

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Tune in tomorrow to see how I deal with Valentine’s Day in more productive ways!!

Feb 2, 2013 - Humor    1 Comment


This is my all-time favorite short film. I need to watch it again on a day like today.

I hope that in life I can be both the validated and the validater!

It is fifteen minutes long and so worth the time! Watch this and smile.

Jan 30, 2013 - Humor    No Comments

Pens … for her?

I came across this little gem in my Internet wanderings today.

Bic pens specifically designed and marketed to women. Click here to see them!

Bic for Her Pens

Their slender, bedazzled sheen is supposed to appeal to the femininity hiding within us — so the marketers claim. It seem though that the public has only sarcastically bought into such a marketing ploy! The reviews are delightfully snarky.

For instance, the top rated review by Tracy Hamilton read: “Someone has answered my gentle prayers and FINALLY designed a pen that I can use all month long! I use it when I’m swimming, riding a horse, walking on the beach and doing yoga. It’s comfortable, leak-proof, non-slip and it makes me feel so feminine and pretty! Since I’ve begun using these pens, men have found me more attractive and approchable. It has given me soft skin and manageable hair… My drawings of kittens and ponies have improved, and now that I’m writing my last name hyphenated with Robert Pattinson’s last name, I really believe he may some day marry me! I’m positively giddy.”

I enjoyed the wit behind that review and also the gentle jab at advertisers who think making the package pink can significantly sway how I spend my money. I think that advertising and marketing and crucial and I’ve had to learn loads more and more about them recently. But good advertising is subtle. I think of it more like inception or persuasion than yelling and commanding. It made me laugh to see how “un-fooled” the public was! I hope you got a chuckle out of it too!

Now I’ll get back to writing with my light, slender,feminine, sparkly, writing utensil. Perhaps their not-so-subtle marketing scheme worked after all!


Dec 28, 2012 - Humor, My Story    No Comments

Cheeky Reflections

Now that you, my fabulous readers, have been more acquainted with Cheeky and his adventures over the past week, I’ll share with you what he meant to me.

To me, Cheeky symbolized childhood, creativity, and rest. Helping him on his adventures was something reminiscent of my childhood. It was exciting, it was fun, it was a challenge. It took my focus and I had to think like an elf. I pondered on my commutes home from work — where I am a fully functioning professional and in charge of others health and healing– where my elf might be hiding. It allowed me to check out of adult-mode and into child-mode, if even just for a little bit. And that was a beautiful thing!

Cheeky brought out my creativity. When he was hiding and I was on the hunt, I not only was thinking about where he could be hiding, but where I could hide him next! I was concocting little scenes of hilarity and cheekiness in my head and even collecting items to be used in these scenes! I bought goldfish specifically for the toilet fishing scene. I’m committed!

Cheeky also allowed me to stop. I am crazily efficient and I rarely stop. Especially during Christmas we have so many expectations placed on our time and attention. This can come from others, or ourselves. I typically drive myself much more than others place expectations on me. I had a giant to do list: Christmas cards, chocolate covered pretzels, Holiday parties, wrap presents, blog posts, make presents, create stories, check in on friends, etc. But sometimes, instead of going straight to the to do list, I stopped. I walked around my house meticulously looking for Cheeky. I took time to celebrate when I found him.

Cheeky helped revive the kid in me and the restfulness that my life so often lacks. Pretty good for an eight inch doll, eh?

What helps you relax and enjoy the holidays more?

Dec 27, 2012 - Humor, My Story    No Comments

C is for Cheeky

Like I said before, Cheeky became more and more brazen throughout the month. Here he is spying on my roommate during her private, shower time. I’m happy to say that he thought enough in advance to don a makeshift raincoat! However, he did not think about cleaning the shower head before snapping this picture… alas.


He also got a little too cozy with the laundry. Here he is snuggled in the valley.

Like I said, he got more brazen. He truly did live up to his name!

He was a fun companion this month. Unfortunately, his punishment for such gall will be to be boxed up for eleven months. Perhaps he’ll learn his lesson. Perhaps not. We’ll have to see next Advent Season!

Bye, Cheeky! Thanks for sharing your adventures with us!

Dec 25, 2012 - Humor, My Story    No Comments

A Cheeky Christmas

Despite his many adventures — and there are more pictures and stories to come!– even Cheeky knows the true meaning of Christmas. It’s not about what we get or even what we give. It’s about who was born. Jesus, sustainer of the universe, chose to be God with us, Emmanuel. That is something we will never fully understand and should never ceased to be amazed by!

Cheeky took time out of his busy, impish schedule to join other wise men and worship the newborn king.

It seems he was a tad overdressed!

Merry Christmas! May the light of the world shine in your life today and always!

Love, Kelly and Cheeky

Dec 20, 2012 - Humor, My Story    No Comments

Santa Claus CAME to Town

You read that right. While the rest of the world is waiting for the elusive house guest to leave some treats for them, I’ve already seen him.

I heard the commotion. But it didn’t sound like hoofbeats on the roof. It sounded like a long, droning, loop of siren. As if the fire truck was driving in a circle, searching for the fire, but never quite arriving.

But it wasn’t a fire.

It was Santa.

He came to my neighborhood. Mounted a top a light bedecked firetruck, with his police escort entourage, was the big guy himself. He came waving, tossing out candy, with a loop of holiday music and the refrain “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

He came driving slowly with a droning siren daring children young and old to come outside and see “what was the matter.” I took that dare — grabbed my camera, donned my shoes, and ran outside. I didn’t realize just how hard it was to chase sound. It is like chasing a rainbow. You move and run and have a goal, but never quite arrive. I ended up running several loops around my neighborhood before finally spotting the man himself.

Sorry it looks like a Bigfoot sighting. For a big guy, he moves pretty quickly!

Kids were out in the street screaming, running, and tremoring with joy. One boy was chasing Santa down yelling, “You can’t get away from me! I want my presents!” Another, who didn’t respond to the siren quite fast enough and missed Santa, was inconsolable thinking that now he would have no presents. It was quite the scene.

To me the night represented the joy of spontaneity. No one had planned to spend time outside chasing sirens, or chasing children for that matter. Yet we all did. Dozens and dozens of families’ dinners were interrupted, bedtime routines halted, baths delayed, TVs left off – because Santa came to town. I got a treat just by being willing to do something different, run outside, chase the sound and see where it led me. For someone who plans too much, it was a good lesson. Perhaps I’ll keep my running shoes by the front door from now on — just in case!

Hopefully it doesn’t take me until the next time Santa visits to be spontaneous!

And just for good measure, here’s my neighborhood’s resident Griswold Family Christmas house 🙂


Dec 14, 2012 - Humor, My Story    No Comments

Singleness and Bridget Jones

“I’ll finally die, fat and alone. And be found three weeks later, half eaten by wild dogs.”

Ah, Bridget Jones. The woman. The legend.

I know of so many women, including myself, who can relate to her doomsday singleness mentality represented above. On my best days, I enjoy my singleness, my freedom, my ability to spend my own money! But on my worst days, I have attacks of loneliness and see no hope of relationships in the future.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest. It’s the looking into the future and seeing no end in sight that makes me panic. I think decades into the future and wonder how I’ll pay a mortgage on a single salary? Who will help care for me after I have my knee replaced? (from all that crazy running!) Who will care about me when I need it most?

Doomsday thinking.

I want to break the cycle. Instead of getting stuck decades down the road, I want to focus on today. Today I have the grace to be single, to enjoy life where I am, to go about my day. Taking each day at a time has helped me fight the fear of being “found three weeks later, half eaten by wild dogs.” I have grace for today – whatever it holds- I can’t worry about tomorrow.

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