Talissa

The last 36 hours have been somewhat of a drag. After making the decision to work the extended season (September) in Florida, I took the car in yesterday morning for an oil change and a tire repair in preparation for the 23 hours of driving ahead. While I was sitting in the waiting area (reading The Host; now that I've finished the Twilight series I needed to fill the void with more Stephenie Meyer), my reading was interrupted by a man in a greasy mechanic uniform who asked me how to put the car in reverse. I explained how to do it, and he laughed and said they had already tried everything they could think of but it still wouldn't work. He waved it off and told me he wanted to watch me do it after they were finished with the car.

To my dismay, I could not put the car in reverse. I also could not put the car into first, second, or fifth gear either. So I puttered home in third and fourth gears only (I didn't even stall... I must be amazing at driving stick) and broke the bad news to Jake when I arrived home: our transmission was out. Then commenced a day of car shopping, calling friends for advice about cars, crunching numbers to see what we could afford, and debating what to do in general now that we had no reliable form of transportation. To make a LONG story short, we have to drop a couple hundred bucks to fix up the car (luckily the damage wasn't as bad as we thought... we were initially told it would cost $4000 to fix it) and we will not be buying another vehicle. Those poor used car salesmen must be disappointed (they've been calling us all day).

Anyway, by tonight we were both tired of talking about cars and car payments and ready for a little comic relief. It came by way of a text message to my phone from a number I did not recognize. The text message was clearly not meant for me, and it was clearly sent by a teenage girl. Jacob's characteristic look of "this is going to be so funny" immediately lit up his face. I already felt bad for the poor girl, but I could not deny my conniving husband the opportunity for a good laugh. It's a good thing I let him have his fun, because this will certainly go down in our history of Funniest Things Ever:

Talissa: Hey its talissa why were u mad at me??

Jacob: R u kidding me?

Talissa: No why were u mad at me!

Jacob: I don't have time 4 this. how could i not be! its like... omg just forget it- it doesnt matter

Talissa: Fine jes sorry i asked!!!!!!!

Jacob: Dont be like that, youre mean

Talissa: Well then dont be mean 2 me!

Jacob: Fine! why did you sleep with my boyfriend?

Talissa: What r u talking about! R u kiding me that is so stuiped!

Jacob: im not that mad about it cause i think im a lesbian and i want you to love me

Talissa: O my god! ? what?

(Katie: JACOB!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER??? That is so mean!!! Give me the phone!!! **tackles Jacob unsuccessfully; Jacob is laughing hysterically** END IT NOW!!!)

Jacob: Talissa- you should check this number again, are you so sure that this is who you think it is?

Talissa: Ya! really r u gay or sterate

(Katie: Tell her, "Yes, I am definitely straight and you definitely have the wrong number." You better end this right now Jacob!!! I'm serious!! Do you realize what you could be doing to this poor girl?!?!?
Jacob: Okay okay okay, I'll end it now. **chuckling to himself, he turns away from me and hurriedly sends Talissa a response**)

Jacob: I just want you to love me

(Katie: Let me see what you told her.
Jacob: I said, "I just want you to love me."
Katie: WHAT?!?!?! ARE YOU CRAZY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!??? **hits Jacob on the arm and again tries in vain to take the phone away from him**)

Talissa: Why.....

(Katie: You better end this now. **Jacob just laughs**)

Jacob: You have the wrong number talissa

Talissa: What ev gtg

(Katie: Okay, GIVE ME THE PHONE. Poor girl... **Jacob is rolling on the floor laughing... literally**)

Katie: No seriously, u have had the wrong number this entire time.

... And that was the last we heard from Talissa. I started to worry that she never responded after that, but Jacob assured me that it was a sign she had finally discovered her error and was now utterly mortified. Out of my sense of duty to protect the feelings of others (especially poor, unsuspecting teenage girls)-- the duty which Jacob seems to ignore at times of humorous convenience-- I chided Jacob numerous times for his evil doings. What if poor Talissa now thinks her friend is a lesbian and wants to love her? The possibilities for harm are endless with this one, but hopefully she learned her lesson: never rely on something as impersonal as text messaging to carry on intimate conversations.

We both had a good laugh; so good, in fact, that I had to take some time away from packing and cleaning to blog about it. Oh and by the way, all the spelling and words are verbatim from the actual text messages... which is half the reason why it was so funny. The other half being, of course, that Jacob managed to completely mess with poor Talissa's mind.

At any rate, we are off to Florida tomorrow as soon as the car is fixed. We figured if we are going to extend, we might as well go somewhere fun (because let's face it: Missouri is great, but it doesn't have any tropical beaches). I'll send a postcard. :)

I think I feel an Obsession coming on...

It all started about two hours ago when I googled "forks washington." My intent was to catch a glimpse of the vampire haven that my imagination lives in these days; Forks, Washington, has become my imagination's home-away-from-home of sorts. Turns out that Forks is quite hospitable, as it has provided the inner workings of my mind with endless hours of vampire-human-love-story fantasies (even after I finished the books).

All it took was a few clicks of the mouse away from the home page of Forks and I was hopelessly lost in everything that is Twilight... photo galleries, media clips, blogs, news updates... and I shamelessly indulged in all of it for two hours. While I do not feel the slightest twinge of guilt, I am starting to feel something else... feelings I have suppressed since I gave up my obsession with Hanson when I was 13. Of course, I can't really compare this to Hanson. No... Hanson was too immature, too fleating, too... blonde. This new obsession is much more mysterious, more haunting, more romantic. And it's not really an obsession. It's more like an indulgence into the part of me that will always be 17, the part of me that would rather write stories than cook dinner, the part of me that still believes in fairy tale love. Having experienced it myself (minus the intense bloodlust and inter-species complications), I feel somewhat connected to the story of Bella and Edward. So it may not be an obsession after all, but I'm not gonna lie: Twilight rocks my world.

Boring Catch-Up

Well, I have 2 other posts saved in my drafts folder just waiting to be published. I'm not sure they ever will be, because apparently I can't get around to finishing them (they're both long). So here's a boring catch-up post... one of the reasons that this blog is really boring except to those who know me. :)

Let's see, what have I been doing?.... hmm... oh yes, falling in love with a vampire. I have been neglecting my child in favor of Edward and Bella in the Twilight series. I'm on the third book already, and Kylee and I have had much to gossip about since she is reading them, too. Amazing how we can get so excited about a fictional story. I guess that's what happens when you stay at home for 90% of your waking hours... you have to let your imagination run wild sometimes. :) Oh, and I have decided that I want to write a novel so I can be a multimillionaire like J. K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer. How hard can it be to create a new story that everyone and their grandmother falls in love with?? Hmmm...

Every night at approximately 7 pm I make the 20 second trip to Kylee's apartment to watch the OLYMPICS!!! I do love the Olympics. At one point it was my dream to be on top of the podium like Nastia Liukin was the other night (that dream only lasted a few years lol), so I guess you could say I'm having my Olympic dreams fulfilled when I watch athletes like her. However, has anyone else noticed how much the judges favor the Chinese????? Holy crap!!! Even the untrained eye can see that some of those Chinese gymnasts' scores were WAY too high compared to other gymnasts who were consistently performing better than they were. And they're all 13 anyway, so they shouldn't even be competing... now I DO sound like a "blogger." lol

And let's not forget the daily joys of deliberation these days. Jacob and I are trying to figure out what to do... with everything, it seems. Do we stay and work the extended season? Do we move and work the extended season? Do we sign on for next summer? Do we go back home? Where will we live when we get there? Where will we work when we get there? Does Jacob go to school when we get there? How much should I work when we get there? How will we coordinate our schedules? And on and on and on and on. Needless to say, we don't exactly have the answers to ANY of those questions at this point. Wish us luck!

In the meantime, I am trying to keep up with Joshua and his growing and exploring. I have noticed a difference in my back lately... it seems to hurt more now that I have to pick him up constantly and remove him from mischief or bodily harm. The ONLY thing he wants to do when he's awake is stand up. Stand up, fall down, stand up, fall down, repeat all day long. Of course he does take a break now and then to turbo crawl around the apartment and see what he can put in his mouth or destroy. I've got to get in better shape before he starts walking. But it's such a fun stage right now; I wouldn't trade it for anything!

Katie, RN

Yep. I PASSED!!!!!!!!