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Tales From the Bed

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 17:19:29 GMT

Contrary to general thought, this is not a sex post. I wish it were...kind of. This is more an update on WHY I have spent nearly everyday since November 24th...IN BED. That was a Tuesday, and that Tuesday I was supposed to meet Brian's parents. Unfortunately, that had to be put on hold because we were both called into work. That was bad enough, enough to ruin my day, then work sucked in an epic fashion, fortunately Brian was going to be over later. Then Buddy called and asked if I wanted a ride to the Wal-mart on Elmore, I look at the clock and say yes. Brian works there and I would be there as he was getting off and just go home with him, PERFECT plan, right? That day was rainy, and when we got to Wal-mart I was walking about average speed, which is to say slightly faster than normal. I slipped. There weren't any mats or safety cones or anything, but...I still slipped. I couldn't get up. Brian was paged, and when he got up there he saw that I was in a wheelchair. Mom drove me to the hospital, Brian and Buddy followed. Brian stayed with me, and was there when I heard that I had to have surgery. I broke my ankle in two places, AND dislocated it. I was put on morphine, and they put my ankle in place, which hurt more than I can even explain. Apparently I'm entertaining on drugs, Amanda showed up and was thoroughly amused. I fell at 4:50 or so, and was in surgery by 10, when Brian left. He had to be at work the next morning at 8. When he got off work, he came to the hospital and spent the night with me. He bought flowers and balloons and I kinda fell a little more in love with him than I was, which I didn't think was possible. I came home the next day, Thanksgiving. Then Friday was my birthday, which was fairly bland. Monday, however, Brian came over and spent the night. We watched movies and ate pizza, and that was fun, but most of all I was just SO happy being with him. Really, there's no one else I would rather be with if given the opportunity. After he left, I totally got him the awesomest Christmas present ever. Was it more than I should have spent? You betcha, but...he's worth every last penny. He'll be over Monday, to play cameraman when I get my hard cast. I can hardly wait for the hard cast and to see him. Anyway...that's about all the update...oh two screws and a plate was the damage.

The hole punch

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 21:05:34 GMT

Brian has a theory, everyone is issued a v-card, and holes are punched in it. Kind of like a milk card or Subway card, right? Well...mine was officially punched Wednesday night. It was only because I asked him to, and...I felt guilty afterward. He first came over Tuesday night because I had THE worst night...ever. He planned Wednesday-Thursday though. I made dinner Tuesday, which I was told was good, then he said, "I've never lied to you...until tonight. I can't do it...the wheat noodles are awful." Wednesday when he came over he met Buddy and Justin, which I thought went well. We went to the store, he bought a toothbrush...and then when we got home I asked him to sleep with me. He did. In the morning I made pancakes, bacon and eggs, of those I only eat bacon. After breakfast, we did it again, but it ended rather embarrassingly. IE, first month on the pill...so anyone who knows anything about it, can imagine what nasty surprise we got. I started crying, he said he would just take a shower and it would be fine...when he got out he asked if I was alright and kissed me. It was so fucking sweet. I'm such a girl...I love cuddling now too, and I don't understand it! Anyway, after that, we talked...he wants to wait until we're more emotionally ready to have sex to do it again. He thought I wouldn't wait, but...I will. Then he said, "You've waited so long, and...I just really want it to be right." Then when he came over on Friday we played Monopoly. I'll get into it later though, haha, I have to get ready for work.

Life win...an update

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 14:10:36 GMT

Life has been an epic win as of late. Work is alright, I'm doing better at it. It's fairly routine but I need to get some parts down still. I have a hatred for people who pay in nickels, or have crumbled dollars. I'm nice to everyone though, and really nice if they're attractive.

Thursday Amanda and I went out on the town. What were we doing you ask? Getting free toothpaste! Hy-Vee had a one day sale on tubes of Colgate for $.88. Amanda had 18 coupons for $1 off. Don't believe me? I have pictures!!!

I don't know if you can see that, we paid $1.11 in sales tax, AND paid that in change. It was awesome.

I was texting someone through the whole ordeal. Brian. Brian is officially called "the boy" by Amanda. Brian has met my dad, Amanda, and Uncle Jay and Aunt Sherry...I'm impressed he still speaks to me, let alone digs me. Thus, I have a reason to shave my legs. He even kinda makes me want to get my license...badly. Not to mention he's so pretty I want to go to Wal-mart when he's working and ask if I can have assistance in the fitting room...with his teeth. He'll be over Wednesday, I'm super excited. This week is SLLLLOOOOWWW if only for that reason.

Yeah...that's him...and that picture in particular makes me want to do some very dirty wonderful things to him...it's weird, I know.

w00t...the job, the boobs, and the dudes

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:34:19 GMT

So, I've been working since Thursday, and had yesterday and today off. Tomorrow I close alone. I'm a bit nervous, but I think I'll do alright. One of the girls I work with said she would swing by at closing to be sure it goes alright. I see myself largely as a seller of cancer, but that's not such a bad thing, if I put it into perspective. I was dumped, unceremoniously, as I said, "Uh, what's up with you?" He gave me a diatribe of how he isn't ready for a relationship and "hopefully fate will match you with a perfect male suitor." Oh yeah, that was super. I wasn't hurt or anything, just thinking, "What...the...fuck?" Oh well, haha, so I started sending random people messages, we'll see how it goes from there. There was one guy though, I messaged him, THINKING it was a random dude, right? Well dude says, "Funny, I know so much about you and you know so little about me. We share a friend. I'm still not sure how to spell your name, is it Kehlie?" Ok, then I start freaking out, he spelled my name RIGHT, and...who could the friend be? I didn't stop to think...24...Moline...nope, not until this morning. Who else is 24 and from Moline? The guy who just told me he wasn't ready for a relationship, DUH. That could be awkward...haha, depending on what he heard. Hopefully, he didn't hear anything too bad, though...I can defend myself in a court of law. Oh...and...click the link, you can see my tits. And you can help low income women get mammograms!

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A Job, how handy...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 19:44:56 GMT

Ok, the title...it's a bit suggestive, and I'll get to that. First things first though...

I got a job!!!

Now that that is taken care of, I start Thursday at the Wal-Mart gas station on Kimberly, yall come visit now! Damn I look good in work clothes too, just saying. I actually got the job yesterday, at the interview, so...I'm super excited.

Also, yesterday I went on what I suppose would technically be a second date. I gave boyfriend a handjob, and feel kind of skanky for the experience. Ok, not that I did it, but that I did it so soon. I mean, haha, two weeks ago I had never been kissed and now...yeah, I'm just flirting with "ho-bag."

Moral of the story, I'm happy as a clam...but a dirty clam...and that's probably dirty in a very good way. God I need help, haha.

Where else but here?

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 03:06:40 GMT

Today, we went to a towboat christening. To most people, that's not an event, but...here it is, especially this one. Maybe it wasn't to everyone, but...it was to us. The boat was never christened, in the hopes Gramps would get well, clearly, he didn't...so...we showed up and got a bit misty, but it went well. Uncle Larry was the star of that bit, and frankly, I didn't much care about the REST of it. I just cared about the family aspect. Walt, the fellow who owns the boat, was kind of like a son to Gramps...and...it was sad for him too. So, I of course...took pictures...that you don't want to see, but I'll post anyway.

The Donn L. Williams

(L-R) The Donn L., The Linwood Endeavor and The City of Buffalo

(L-R) Jim Manly, Walt Bassow and Bill Manly...everyone loves a Manly boy.

Uncle Larry was added to the mix.

Getting ready for the big moment!!

Actually, it took him two swings, but that was good for me, because my camera was being slow.

A few kind words for the old man, whilst being choked up.

Oh, and this is Amanda's grossed out Taco Bell story face!! She wanted to throw up! It was AWESOME!!

The funk, the boyfriend, and what the fuck?

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 12:25:26 GMT

I'm in my autumnal funk, usually where I assume no man shall compare to Logan. I talk to him incessantly during this period, and usually it's when I do my venting, fair enough. I know nothing will happen there, this does NOT mean I wouldn't like it.

Wednesday night, I actually went OUT and met someone...who didn't know anyone sharing my DNA. He's a nice guy, close family, drives, has job, owns home. Then...I am totally compelled to ask, what would he see in me?! Apparently enough to want to pursue a relationship, which is weird, because...I've never done that before. I mean, my social skills are notoriously awful, and I didn't bring up hookers in the first 15 minutes...so I did well, I thought. So, he met me IN PERSON, and still dug me...weird guy, but...I guess he's my boyfriend? This is of course the cue for Amanda to pipe in, "Ohmigod...KEHLIE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND, KEHLIE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND! Better text Dad, because I'll be doing that, all day long tomorrow." She loves the annoying older sister role, she needs a hobby. Also...he's kind of religious, which...is also weird. I mean, I've never been into that, but he's cool with my lack of faith, or whatever you so call it. I felt pretty damn cool when he offered to throw away his "born again virgin" thing...five years celibate. He also said he "likes the way I'm built"...which was kind of...odd. Oh well, I figure, you never know what can happen.

Oh, I became a texting addict...within 24 hours of sending my first text. I've been talking to Tiff pretty constantly, fortunately she too is an addict, and my sisters too. Thus...Kehlie has joined the 21st century and gotten a boyfriend...within a week...WHAT...THEFUCK?

A Cynic's Guide to Dating

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 23:35:29 GMT

Simply put...DON'T!

This actually occurred after my recent bout of "give a shit." I'll explain, fret not...or fret greatly, depending on your constitution.

I met a dude, mmk? This apparently, was newsworthy in and of itself, prompting Buddy to change her Facebook status to, "My sister has been on the phone, all day...WITH A BOY!" We talked, a lot. We even got to the point of talking about like, an actual relationship. That said, he changed his various social networking site statuses, and I assumed that was that. However, Facebook wants you to put, "...with ___." Oddly, his "with" was not me, but a friend of his. His side of the story goes along the lines of he wants to keep her as a friend, but she refused to even be his friend, she wanted a relationship. Not wanting to hurt her feelings or anything, he agrees to the relationship. He "respects me enough to be honest with me"...which puzzles me exceedingly. Then he continues to say that he really cares about me, he just doesn't know what he wants anymore.

I'll be honest, it did hurt. It did NOT break my wee heart, as everyone assumed. This in no way compared to the worst sort of rejection imaginable, which I had suffered at least. When it comes to the romance department, I totally tend to be a bit cynical. Once in a great while, I finally get to the point where I "give a shit" which has happened exactly three times. One was the worst rejection ever, then you had a mutual decision where we realized it wouldn't work out, and then this one. I'm fine, really. As a rule, I subscribe to the thought that they want laid, they will say anything to have this done. In this case, I was sure of it, until the bout of honesty. Haha, I mean, pent up virgins are a dime a dozen, right? And, yes, I do service myself, but eh, it gets old.

Where do I turn to vent my worldly woes? I turn to exactly two people. Tiffany, and Logan. Tiffany, bless her heart, actually gives pretty friggin awesome advice. Logan, well...I don't get advice, mainly I just vent to him. He thinks it's entertaining, which...is kinda fucked up, but...good for me in a way. I mean, he's about the only person I've ever completely trusted, and I've no clue why. That's why I dig guys, I am compelled to utterly trust them.

Logan has always asserted that I was "brilliantly cynical" and I never thought he was right, until today. Not "brilliantly" but...still, I fit the bill. I do believe everyone is out for something, regardless of what. I think, dude was just hoping for something else, and I gave him a cheap thrill for the moment. I mean, I also subscribe to the theory that all women are whores, which is fairly controversial. Let's face it, women generally do not sport fuck, men on the other hand, are more apt to do so. This does NOT mean there aren't exceptions to the rule, but I'm totally generalizing here.

Thus, in addition to being fairly socially inept, I believe nobody is truly genuine. They may seem it, but they aren't. My parents try and reenforce it in my head, fearing I am completely naive. I assure them, I am not, for being completely sheltered has had an interesting effect on me. While I do try and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, at the end of the day, I don't believe they desereved it...basically.

The good, the bad, and the ugly...on a golden afternoon

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:41:30 GMT

Today...was a good day. I had an interview which is wicked cool, in some respects. It beats Saturday though. Saturday I broke down. I called dude, I vented. I hate venting, to someone, on the phone. I have to start from the beginning though.

Saturday Morning:
Diana says she has things to do. The computer wasn't working, I was peeved. I decided I would go on a mad hunt to find the computer in the basement, that we had in storage. While doing that, it would be best to sort through boxes. It shouldn't have been a big thing, but...it was. I had gotten to this box containing my photo album. My life was not only packed in boxes, but it stopped at 15. I was 18 when I packed them. Nothing was even indicative of my being over 13, which was just depressing. I NEVER AGED. The pictures stopped at 15, but everything else...was the same.

Saturday Afternoon:
I cried, hard. I sat on top of a filing cabinet in a room with barely enough room to walk, and I cried. I cried because I went from 13 to 20, and growing up NOW and being so scared to do it. I cried because everything seemed easier. I cried because I wanted someone to hold me and say it would all be alright. So, I called him. He said everything would be alright, that I wasn't going crazy and it was just part of getting older. I nearly wanted to chuck something at him, because I would have been better equipped to hear I was nuts.

I've been doing these things a lot lately. I've been becoming WAAAY more emotional and it terrifies me. Maybe it's a good thing, but...I'm not sure. I guess that's it, I don't know, and THAT'S the most terrifying thing of all.

Today was a good day. Today I didn't freak out, or do anything totally irrational. Today, I've managed to form some semblance of the reality of adulthood and that it only gets worse from here. Today, I realized it's only worse if I MAKE it worse...and we'll see.

If you can't flash your parents, who CAN you flash?

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 20:38:35 GMT

That's right...the title says it all doesn't it?

Today started with Diana asking if I wanted to go to Burlington with her, which is about 75 miles south. I said sure. Dad has sleep apnea, as does most everyone in the family, and his CPAP needed replaced. We picked it up, and set off to exchange the broken one for the new one.

We ended up needing to go to Sullivan Slough, which is essentially just a boat ramp. We hadn't eaten anything, and Tom, the cook, offered to give us the leftovers, plus fresh BLTs. They were good, and there were cookies. The cookies were capable of sounds I would much rather have my fellow be responsible for, they were THAT good. We ate on this pier, and it was gorgeous.

I finished and I said, "I'm so happy I could flash the guys right now." Diana tells Dad, Dad tells EVERYONE. Thus, the guys are at the ready with cameras, binoculars and their eyes. I felt morally obligated at that point. So...I flashed them. Then waved...it was great.

Then....THE PHONE TREE!! I of course called Buddy, just for the shock value. About 45 minutes later Amanda called, and the conversation went something like this.
"You did WHAT?!"
"You know WHAT!"
"Wow...just...wow."
"I know...it's what they thought too."
"You are just so out of your shell, I'm really proud of you."
"Thanks, didn't think I'd do it did you?" (We were JUST talking about it the other day)
"Nope...hence the reason I'm in shock, but I'm at work...so...I'll talk to you later."

And...that was my day...the day where I flashed my dad, though TECHNICALLY, I was just flashing Tom. I've finally turned into my father, haha.

The best part about it was coming home and having the fellow call and my saying, "JOEYJOEYJOEYJOEY!!! Guess what I did?!" This is to be followed by something horribly inappropriate.