Move Along

Kase, my wonderful amazing superstar husband, had to do a project for school that involved editing some sort of homemade video. So, he rounded up two of his brothers plus a friend from church and his kid to make a masterpeice. My favorite part is the boys crazy outfits. If you'd like a good laugh, move along and click the link below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNyM8LJ9Ix4


Movie Credits:
Singer: Scott (Kase's Brother)
Guitarist: Ryan aka Hot Pants (Kase's Brother)
Bassist: Ryan (our good friend who isn't too embarrassed to associate with us)
Drummer: Addison (Ryan's son, who rocks)
Director/Filmographer/Videographer/Writer: Kase aka K-Dawg

Grumpy

Goodness. I haven't blogged in a while. I guess you could say that this month has been kindof boring. Atleast, to write about. I have been working and spring cleaning. I haven't had a lot of time to think about blogging. When I did have time, I decided to think about thinking about it, but still did not actually act on my thinking. So, therefore, no blogging.

So now, here is my attempt at a blog post:

Today, I have been grumpy. Not the kind of grumpy where I am mean to people. Well, maybe a little grouchy to my husband, but he still loves me. I am not sure what it is that is making me grumpy. I have decided to re-play the day over in my head to figure out what it is.

I woke up this morning to the neighbor's dogs barking loudly, as usual. As I dressed, I turned on the tv to check the weather report so that I would know what type of clothing to wear today. After about 20 minutes of reports on "recycled business suits" and "the central park jogger: 20 years later" I was finally informed that it was going to be rainy and chilly. Of course, by this time I was already dressed and didn't have any time to change.

I attempted to pull out of my driveway, late for work. I decided to take the Jeep and it died in the middle of the street. After restarting it I made it to work.... an hour late. After working at my desk for four hours, it was time for lunch. We walked down the street in the cold rain with my not warm enough clothes. (See above: weather report issues.) After waiting 30 minutes for our lunch, my friend decided to tell me that she watched a movie that I have waiting on my DVR. I insisted that she not tell me anything about it. She agreed and then told me, accidentally, how the movie ended.

Back to work, and four more hours later, I am wondering what could I have done to make today better? I think perhaps it was my bed. Maybe, I woke up on the wrong side? I think tomorrow, I will have to climb over the husband and try waking up on the other side of the bed.

I Love Vue

I hate buying expensive things. I budget and obsess and plan ahead, but I still stress. When we bought our house, I was a wreck for a month. Even when we bought our tv, I hated it for a week. After I freak out, I end up loving the purchase and feel better.


We have been saving and looking for a car for a while. We need one because the Jeep needs to go to the "Car Doctor" for, perhaps, an extended visit. Also, because Kase drives a work provided car and he has to do an internship in the near future, so his work car may not be around much longer. So we've been looking for a great deal.


On Friday, we test drove a car that a family friend, who is a car salesman, had recommended. Kase was in love. I was cautious, but ended up liking it. It suits our needs. It is not my dream car, but it's a lot better price than my dream car and that is what matters.


Plus, it is pretty fun and rocking to drive.


Over the weekend we prayed about it, and felt that we should go for it.


So yesterday, we went to the car place to buy the car. As we were sitting with the car salesman, a pit in my stomach started to grow. My vision was blurring. I hadn't had lunch, could that be it? No. The stressing out had begun. But I was excited about our purchase. It was smart and a good deal.


Plus, it is pretty rocking to drive.


On the way from the bank to deliver the money to the car place, I envisioned making a break for it. It wasn't too late to turn back now. But the car is something that we need, any purchase like this is scary, it's really not that expensive.


Plus, it is rocking to drive.

Last night, the day was finally over and I was laying in bed. I couldn't sleep. And then it happened: My break down. Did I really like the car? Shouldn't I be more excited about it? Am I excited, but I just can't tell? If I was really excited, wouldn't I want to go sleep in the car or take it for a midnight drive? Would I regret this purchase one day? Would this car be reliable for 10 years? How can Kase sleep right now? Why can't cars just be free and never break? The "stress" tears started to flow.

Then I heard Kase. Always patient with me, waking up from his sleep. "It's going to be OK" he said. He said other things like: "You are just doing that stressing thing that you do every time we buy something. If you end up not liking the car, when your Jeep dies, you can get one you like more. I think you will like it, just give it some time. It'll all be ok." After this, I was finally able to fall asleep.

He was right. Today I love the car. After all, it is pretty fun and rocking to drive.

Marley and Me

Last night I watched the movie "Marley and Me". I wasn't too excited. I thought it would be kindof a silly movie with not a lot of substance. I was actually very pleasantly suprised. I really liked it. If you haven't seen it, you should watch it. But if you don't like it, don't blame me. I can't help it if you have bad taste in movies. Ha ha. Just kidding.

One thing that it got me to thinking about something (this doesn't really spoil the movie, but still if you don't want to know ANYTHING about the movie before watching it, don't read this paragraph) . The guy in the movie works for a newspaper and he REALLY REALLY wants to be a reporter. Instead, he is given a column to write. He doesn't really like it but he does a great job. He ends up being very successful and, later in his life, he is hired as a reporter. His dream job. Until.... he realizes he is not good at being a reporter and doesn't really enjoy it. He is better at writing columns, and that's his true passion. He just took a while to realize it. So it got me to thinking about how sometimes we really want to be one way, when we are really a different way. Sometimes, it takes time to realize our true talents and to accept them. Interesting. I didn't really expect deep meaning out of this movie.

Now I want to go home and hang out with the Dog. I think I might write a book called "The Monster and Me".