Keith's Scientific Experiment Proposal

This is a conversation topic we were having with another couple over the past weekend.

Keith: "They should just cut Micheal Jackson's head off and observe it. I mean it shouldn't change, right? It's all plastic. You could put it on the coffee table and let it sit there for years."

Could you imagine. I have a vague picture of Medusa in my head sitting on the table.

Stupid, funny story of Kim

Today is September 1. I kind have been dreading this day knowing that I would have to go back to work, which means 10 months of 100 kids. I have known it was September 1st because today is the first day our our "new" contract as well as my date of tenure. Yippee! So today's date is not really a news flash to me.

Today is also Tuesday. I have been looking forward to Tuesday because I have signed up for two courses to pursue my Masters in Education. My one class is on Tuesdays, with the other Thursdays. Fall session is from 09/02/09 - 12/09/09.

My day plan was packed! First day of work, and first day of classes. Hmmm....

After work, I raced down to Stockton College (45-60 minute drive) to get to the Bursar's Office before 4 o'clock to pay my tuition. My class does not start until 6 but I figured I could just hang around, get a snack, read a bit before class. At Rowan (where I went for undergrad) the Bursar's office was always a nuthouse and you spent a lot of time there. Not so at Stockton. They got their act together. They pulled up my account, I paid, and I was out in less than a minute. Great! But now I have to wait longer. I waited and waited. Sort of board. I began to notice there was not a lot of people on campus. A little weird, but I justified it by thinking that the college does not have many night classes to offer. Ten of 6, I went to find a seat in my classroom. Upon which another graduate student asked for a room number nearby. We were in the same hall. There was no one in his class. There was no one in my class. What is going on here? The guy then asked me "What is today?" I stared at him and started shaking my head. "Oh-mi-god. I am an idiot." Can you guess why?

Some how some way my mind took the first half of the day as Tuesday September 1st for work purposes and then converted the day to Tuesday September 2 for grad school purposes when in fact the entire day remained Tuesday September 1st. I am dumb. And I wasted 3 hours of my time.

No, it's not Halloween

Keith becoming Wolverine. He actually let ME shave his chin. But here you can see how long his beard actually got.

His mustash is now gone.

Beard is trimmed down. Hair is styled, slight pose.

Grrrr baby grrr. =) Black and white very dramatic.

Gotta love it!

But worry too much; its only going to last a few days and then he will go back to being clean cut and shaved.

Uninvited Guest

Sunday Keith was cleaning his car out a bit with prep to put it in the shop for inspection. He had the door to the sun room open and who decides to come in for a visit... a baby squirrel! Keith watched it walk right in like it owned the place. He tried to shoo it out with the broom, but no luck. We could not find it! I began to think it left through a hole in the wall because I could not hear it scuffle around. (I'm not only Keith's fiance but also his hearing ear monkey... you know, like a seeing eye dog. I can't see for him but I sometimes hear for him. Weird, I know.) Anyway we thought it was gone. WRONG!!! Tuesday we came home and I opened the sun room door from outside and there was the squirrel, in the middle of the floor. I started screaming "It's still here. It's still here." And I slammed the door. Just the thing to do if you want it out, right,... shut the door. <dumby> I saw it run to our folding chairs against the wall and told Keith. He went in and managed to convince the baby squirrel to relocate to my shoe area with sweeps from the broom. Geez, thanks Keith. (We don't wear our shoes in the house, they stay in the sun room.) Keith gave up with the broom and went to get the squirrel trap. He smothered the lever with peanut butter and set it on the floor. Squirrels love peanut butter, right? Not this one! It's now 3 days after the trap has been set, and 5 days since the squirrel has been trapped within the room and it still has not been caught. All the while my shoes are being held hostage by this infant rodent! Grrrrrrr.

Where did that chair come from?

Yesterday Keith's parents hosted Easter dinner for both sides of the family. When you host, extra chairs come out so that extra seating is availible. Keith and I were sitting on a bench when Keith asked, "Where did that chair come from?" I answered saying from his old bedroom. Five minutes later, I asked, "Where did that white wicker chair come from?" You see, when Keith asked, he was referring to the wicker chair, however, I thought he was referring to the chair in front of us, which I do not recall ever seeing before. Therefore, Keith began to answer my question with, "What?! I just asked you that STUPID." He and I are laughing at the fact that were talking about too totally different chairs (and if you know us, you know Keith does not actually think I am stupid or is verbally abusing me, yadda yadda) but it gets better because Keith's Aunt Joyce was standing right in front of us when Keith called me STUPID. Aunt Joyce is a force not to beckon with. When I first met her 3 years ago, she shook my hand and would not let go for 5 minutes! She can be a very scary lady if she wants, so I have heard from family stories. Aunt Joyce stopped in mid-walk, rotated her body to glare at Keith. The whole family is watching and several "Oooos" are circulating the room. I looked up at Keith and saw his eyes wide and frightful as he looked back at Aunt Joyce. After Aunt Joyce encouraged me to hit him a few times she walked away. Keith then confessed that he wasn't sure what she was going to do. He was afraid.

Honeymoon

This week we went to the travel agent to set up our honeymoon. For all the things we want, there is no island that offers all of it. So we basically had to forgive some element. I'm happy to say that we came to a decision to go to Couples Resorts: Tower Isle in Jamaica. Interesting fact about this resort, they have their own private island that you can get to by taking a 2 minute boat ride so that you can tan naked. So this is how our conversation went.

Keith: "Would you do that, go topless?"
Kim: "I don't know."
Keith: "There will be a lot of Europeans there and they are always naked."
Kim: "Well hunny... you can't get too excited."
Keith: "Ill stick it in the sand."

Ksquared conversation: birth control

In reference to the patch:

Keith: "Where can you put it?"
Kim: "I think it can go on the butt, belly, or arm. Basically where there's fat."
Keith: "Then you shouldn't have a problem. Ohhhh!"