Yup... Bought 'em

My Dad has been on me to write about our fabulous trip to Nordstrom's. He wants everyone to know just how cool he is. So here goes: I was working in his office two weeks ago. Stuffing envelopes as usual. Actually 800 to be exact. But it's okay because I'm in the office with the parents and it's money. Anyway, right about lunchtime my dad comes into the conference room where I was busy stakcing and stapling and stuffing . He says: "Kels, do you hear that? Do you?"
"Hear what dad?"
"The noise, do you hear it?"
"No."
"It's the call of the mall Kels, it wants us."
"Dad, Mom will get mad if we go shopping....again"
"I don't care I want to go, Nordstrom's is having its annual sale- it's a sign."
"What time?"
"5:30"
So at 5:30 we head over to KOP and directly to Nordstrom's to search for jeans. I needed jeans for school and obviously this was the only place we could buy them. Dad sent me into the dressing room with about 7 pairs of jeans and a brown suede jacket he wanted me to try on. And after I tried on each pair I had to come out and model. Maybe I should explain the satisfaction my dad gets out of shopping- especially at Nordstroms. Some people go for a run or, go for a drive to relieve stress, my dad spends money- shopping. He loves it. If we go to Nordstroms you might as well set up camp outside in the parking lot because it will be a fabulously long night.
We decided on three pairs that were the best and they were all on sale- major sale. I had to talk him out of two pairs of adorable heels and the brown jacket because my mom would have had a cow if he bought them for me. He bought Facconable of course but he did very well by only buying one shirt. I was very impressed. I of course wandered over to the shoe department and found a pair of pink cole hanns that just happen to be 60% off. Yup bought em.
At 9, we were both hungry and beat so we went to the Rock Bottom for not dinner but a lot of appetizers. Can you say loaded Nachos?
What's nice is that Dad and I talked. I love to hear his stories, because he's been through so much and I can't help but want to do just as well as him in school, in jobs, in family. He's got it all and he's worked so hard for it. It was a fabulous dinner and you could tell he throughly enjoyed the nachos and the company.

You've Got Mail, Hugh, and Freddie Prince Jr.

Tonight was a night of chick flick romance and tissue grabbing. Since, I need to knock this cold once and for all I opted for the Saturday night tv movies. The selection you ask? Couldn't have been any better: Notting Hill, You've Got Mail, and She's All That. No not all three in one night, what kind of tv dork do you take me for? No I caught the last 45 minutes of the lovely Tom Hanks and Brinkley meeting face to face with the beautiful Meg Ryan as they finally kiss in a flower filled park on a day warmed by the light of the sun. Then I switched to about an hour of Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant, no description needed. And finally, the best prom dance scene in any movie...ever- and it just so happens that Usher is there too. And of course there were tears when they started to play "Kiss Me" outside Laney Bogg's house when Freddie Prince Jr. finally dances with her in the moonlight. Do you really think this stuff happens? I mean is there that one person that is so generous, so undyingly charming, so gentlmanly that you wake up feeling everything and nothing? Is there going to be some sickeningly adorable theme song playing in the background when you look up into their eyes and realize that's all you want to look at for the rest of forever. I hope so. And I hope he can dance like Freddie Prince Jr. with the kindness of Tom Hanks and the British accent of Hugh Grant. And who said chick flicks were sappy? They're fabulous.

Get down and get funky

Okay two things, actually three: ONE- can we talk about how late i'm up? it's 11:16 and im not tired yet!! TWO- two blog entries in one day and not one person has commented it's just me...hey me! whats up? you good? good, me too. THREE- you ever have one of those days when your energy just never seems to end. You're not annoyingly perky or running a marathon hyper, you're just generally smiling and dancing all day. That was today. No reason. No special day. Just woke up at 9:30 feeling refreshed. Had my usual cheerios with sugar and watched some dawson's creek reruns (love it) Took Sara to the mall, talked to beers and corey and some others online, had an italian lesson, had a riding lesson, went to heathers. But all the while I just smiled. It was so weird, I laughed a lot, I sang or rather belted it out with my raspy sore throat which probably was not a good idea with the whole cold thang. COughed a lot after that but it was worth it. Driving home from Heather's I put the ipod and jammed the whole way home. Hanson, Britney, JoJo, B2K, it was awesome. Im always afraid im going to be on that VH1 show: Motormouth but who cares- I got down and got funky in the Explorer all the way down 309. I pulled up to a stop light with my WHitney Houston remix on and this guy in an Avalanche truck rolls his windows down to hear my thumping jam and he looks at me and he smiles and then does the sprinkler. Yea it was amazing. Just a general happy day/major dance party. You ever have those fabulously weird days?

That's hot

From the lack of comments on my blog I think you have given up on me. But, believe it or not, I'm still here and still writing. Nothing terribly important but nevertheless fabulous. Now then, this week has been disgustingly hot. And it's no good when there's a heat advisory, and you're coming down with some kind of cold. You know the one where your head feels like it weighs about 800 pounds and at the rate you're going through tissues, you'll probably have cleared out an entire forest of trees. Oh well, less forest fires right? But, you manage. I've been working at dad's office stuffing envelopes which is nice because i hang with the parents but it's also nice because it pays....nicely. And of course the Moo's is still chugging along, workin workin with Mr. Beers. My most exciting thing right now is my upcoming trip to Italy. I mean hello? It's like a totally different country, like half way across the world and they don't speak the same langauge. Which makes me a little nervous but I can't wait. I plan to see anything and everything I can during that week, and I also plan to keep my purse very close to my side because ive heard the pickpocketers are fabulously busy over there. So until a little later, I hope everyone's summer is going well and don't forget to write to Mike and Evan, because they're working harder than any of us right now!!

From Corboy to the Milanos of Friendship

So it's nice to see you again. I know I've been away for some time, but here's what's happened. Mr. Beers and I are working hard at the Moo's. I have been dorm shopping (still am). Started riding again. Going to Rome. How bout that? Thats last month in two lines. How bout we talk about how it's so wierd that I'm never going back to school. ever. Springside is gone. The reason I bring this up is because I got my graduation picture in the mail today. Man, talk about a Debbie Downer, that'll do it. No one looks particuarlly spectacular but there we were. Looking like we were about to get married. But you know never agagin will we have Roland and Marky J and the perfect Corboy, never again will we have endless frees in the library where we talked about everything from PROMA to the reoccuring and fabulous gossip. Never again will we go to the cafeteria and sit with our little lunch boxes and at our little table all together. We were so safe, so sheltered! Now, I have to do things that are terrifing- okay you say name one: Laundry. Yes, I need to learn how to do my own laundry. Awful right? But, even though I won't know what Gabey and Lina are up to every day other than singing and dancing, and I won't have my locker next to my sister, and I won't have an art cave to look in and see my Tilly in- somehow, I think the memories of those people are so deep within me that I will take them with me. No I won't have Beers everyday saying "yo heinze, fix your life." No I won't have my Heather to lay on our backs in the library and laugh until we turn blue. And no I won't have Maggie to make fun of till she finally laughs at herself. But these people are such a part of my life. They are me in some ways, and I will be taking them with me to GW not in the photo albums but in my heart. Now that's fabulous.