Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Dear Santa

Dear Santa, 
I'll take this house (preferably re-located and not within walking distance of the parents), 2-4 children (preferably having a Y chromosome), a dog (preferably a Border Collie), a six-figure salary (preferably from a job requiring minimal work) and a handsome husband (Brian, you game?). 

Okay, Okay. For now, I just want money to pay towards my MacBook Pro. Which leads me to this...

December Goals
-Pay $300 towards MacBook
-Make A's and B's in my classes (this will require a miracle, much like that of the virgin birth)
-Apply for columnist position 
-Map out detailed dental school plan for Jan-July
-Finish 2009-2010 scrapbook

And that is all I am putting on my plate for the month of December. 

December Goals

Tomorrow is the first day of December! I am so excited! I anticipate Christmastime every year (and am usually somewhat disappointed), but hey--it is truly a joyous season!

My absolute favorite thing about the holiday season? Eggnog. Above all else.

Other Christmas-y things that I love include:
Spending time with family, friends, and Brian
Shopping for other people!
Holiday baking, Christmas music, scented candles, and eggnog (all at once, obviously)
Wrapping presents
Watching Home Alone (thank you Meggy for that tradition)
Walks with Colby that require bundling
Porcelain white skin and a pink nose (I'm over the whole tan look when it's chilly out)
Eggnog and Gingerbread flavored coffee creamers
Making fun of Christmas cards (specifically ones including two-page letters of arrogance unsuccessfully disguised as pride)
Christmas Eve service at church (It's almost as if this holiday is to celebrate Jesus' birth or something!)
Oh Holy Night. Best Christmas song ever. Gives me chills every time.

*Note-this post was actually supposed to be December Goals. I got completely side-tracked. My first goal will be to write my goals later today. Stay tuned, all of you who (probably don't) care! :-)

Monday, November 29, 2010

Opposites Attract

And birds of a feather flock together.

Last week I was reading an interview with Heidi Klum, and when asked about her relationship with husband Seal, she responded "Oh, we are completely different people! But we compliment each other so well." That same day I read an interview with another celebrity. She and her husband have so much in common, she claimed, that they were made for one another.

So which is it?

Once I read these interviews, I got to thinking about my own relationship.

On the surface, Brian and I are complete opposites....

He is humble. I will find any reason to brag.
He is a night owl. I'm asleep by nine.
His interests include cars, pool, movies, fish tanks, art, cars, pool, cars, and mostly playing pool.
My interests include reading, writing, cooking, shopping, and most anything involving food.
He is quiet. I will talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything.

But I guess we do have some things in common...

We both don't watch television.
We both have the same values and beliefs when it comes to religion, family, politics, character, work ethic, etc.
Neither of us are "romantic" in the cheesy, disgusting, don't-make-me-puke sorta way (i.e. let's make every Facebook status a song lyric reflecting our love for each other).
We both have a similar sense of humor.
We both like to stay busy.

After reviewing my list I have come to the conclusion that relationships work best when you share some things in common (most importantly sharing the same core values) while still having separate interests.

Profound, I know.

What about you? Do you think you have more differences or more similarities with your significant other? I'm curious...

And I will leave you with this,
A conversation from this past weekend that basically sums up my relationship with my loving boyfriend:

Kelly: Every time I wake up beside you, I think to myself "I am the luckiest girl in the world!"
Brian: Every time I wake up beside you, I contemplate suffocating you with my pillow.

I'd say the initial honeymoon-period of our dating has no doubt ended.

Happy Monday, Everyone!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Weekend Recap

There is nothing overly-exciting to recap for this weekend. Friday night, Brian and I went to see comedian John Caparulo. Money well spent. Saturday, I went with Erin to David's Bridal to try on wedding gowns. She picked out her wedding dress! (Her parent's) money well spent.

Other than that, I have spent the past week on a homework hiatus. So basically, I have done nothing. The homework ban is in celebration of my chemistry lab ending last Tuesday. It was a wonderful day. Maybe one of the best days of my life in fact. So it is only reasonable that I celebrate the end of that chemistry nightmare with one week of nothingness. It has been glorious.

I only have two classes tonight and then it is officially Thanksgiving Break! I will be spending the week with Brian's family in Annapolis, Maryland, which has quickly become one of my favorite places. If only I had money for shopping on Black Friday, this Thanksgiving vacation would be perfect.

While in Maryland next weekend, Brian and I will be attending his high school's 10 year reunion! Exciting, eh? I can only imagine what Brian was like 10 years ago! When I was 18 years old, Lord knows...I was anything but an angel. Thank heaven Brian didn't know me then (the one guy unfortunate enough to date me at that age probably curses the ground I walk on)! Funny how much life changes in five (or ten) years. How have you changed since you were 18 years old?

Thursday, November 18, 2010

My Best Friend

Colby decided to join me on the couch tonight while I was on my computer. Thank you Photo Booth. And thank you Colby for your unconditional love.

The Daily Tar Heel

Since I don't have enough on my plate already, I decided it might be a fun challenge to apply for a columnist position at The Daily Tar Heel.

My application is far from complete, but one question requires that I write an essay on what it means to be a Tar Heel. Gag me, but okay...I'll see what I can do.

What it means to be a Tar Heel:

I’ll give it to you straight—I don’t consider myself a Tar Heel. A part-time UNC student? Yes. A Tar Heel? Absolutely not. I bleed Duke blue, I cheer along with the Crazies, and I worship Coach K. So of course when I saw that the application required an essay on what it means to be a Tar Heel, I was ready to throw in the towel. I mean, Tar Heel? Really? I’d have more success writing an essay on what it means to be a black male (I’m currently listening to country music and last time I checked, I have a vagina). The way I see it, this left me with three options—don’t apply, lie through my teeth, or embrace my Tar Heel family. And, well, I’ve never been good at lying.
You see, I got to Chapel Hill by an unusual route—the road less traveled. I received my acceptance letter to UNC in 2005, and like most people I smiled, jumped around like a maniac, and then eagerly told my parents the good news. But like any good Duke fan, I buried the letter in a junk drawer and confirmed the next day that I would be attending Elon University in the fall. While Elon was a great experience, I often found myself wondering how life would have been different had I chosen Carolina. Five years and one bachelor’s degree later, I am finding out.
 While I don’t consider myself a Tar Heel, I definitely consider myself part of the UNC family. I truly do love the school, the traditions, the campus, and my professors. I have been impressed with the talent and intellect that is evident in every classroom. I am honored to be a part of this family.
I found over ten definitions for “family” in the dictionary, but if I had to define it myself, I’d say that your family consists of the people you (reluctantly) love and (unwillingly) identify yourself with. I mean, who hasn’t ever been extremely embarrassed by their family? Tortured by a brother or sister? Swore they were adopted? That’s what makes a family a family. At times it is a war zone, but love always prevails. So next time I’m watching a Duke game at Cameron, singing the fight song, and chanting “Carolina, go to hell,” I’ll be smiling. Because what would life be without a little family rivalry?

Thankful Thursday

Today I am thankful for my parents.

In today's world it's rare to find a mom and dad that are still happily married after 30 years. And it's rare that this mom and dad also have two children that are smart, stable, and grounded. Honestly, other than drinking a little too much on occasion, my sister and I have  always been the good girls. And unless my sister is a closet crack addict and I just don't know it, I can say with confidence that we've never gotten into drugs and we've never been in trouble with the law. It's not that we've never made poor choices (trust me, I have my share), but we both try to make the best choices and live honorable, selfless lives to please the Lord. 

My parents must have done something right.

If I had to pick just one thing that my parents instilled in me as a child that has influenced my life, it would be accepting responsibility. It is no doubt easier to play the victim, point a finger, and blame other people for a situation, but that doesn't accomplish a thing. Accept responsibility. And while you may not always be completely responsible for a bad situation, you are responsible for how you respond to a bad situation. 

My parents not only taught me responsibility through their words, they have demonstrated it in their lives every day. They both have accepted their responsibility as parents, as spouses, as Christians, as employees, as friends, as homeowners, as teachers, etc. Actions, undoubtedly, speak louder than words. 

So to Mom and Dad--thank you! Because I don't say it enough and because I'll be forever thankful.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Like a Tree in the Sky

While riding home from school today, Cooper gave me his latest sales pitch. He has been fixated lately on selling things to kids at his school. This week it's paper airplanes. Last week it was a guava-like, unidentifiable object that fell from a tree. He went so far as to make up a story about how he travelled to Tennessee and came back with this rare fruit, and then he tried to sell it for $5. I tried to tell him that being from Tennessee would not make the fruit more appealing to 3rd graders (or to anyone). Needless to say, it was never sold. 

A+ for effort. 

So today Cooper announced to me that his friends Matthew and David were no longer going to partner with him in his business, Wheels Incorporated (which obviously sells comic books). He told me that Matthew was starting a new comic book business that would definitely create competition, and as for David, well he is "like a tree in the sky."

Like a tree in the sky.

He said so assertively that I found myself wondering if this was a common expression people use. Had I been living under a rock? Maybe everyone knows what "like a tree in the sky" means. 

But I quickly came to find out that not even Cooper knows what this means.

When I asked him what he meant by "like a tree in the sky" his response was simple:

"You know, Ms. Kelly. Like a tree in the sky. Just like a tree. In the sky."

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thankful Thursday (On a lighter note)

Today (and everyday) I am so thankful for the people in the military who are serving/have served our country.

In particular, special thanks to my dear friends Chris and Meg McCarthy. Chris, for serving in the Coast Guard, and Meg, who is making huge sacrifices in her life to support her husband. I love you both so much!

Happy Veteran's Day, Everyone!

Thankful Thursday

An article in the newspaper this morning informed me that the FDA is proposing to put graphic warning labels on cigarette packs.

Unfortunately, I doubt that will stop the 46 million Americans who smoke from smoking, or put an end to the 443,000 deaths/year caused by smoking.

Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by idiots.

Yesterday I read this article Durham Schools Ease Path to Graduation about how the number of credits needed for graduation will be lowered for those at risk for not graduating. Rewarding poor behavior. Typical. 

Today I am thankful that God gave me common sense. Some people are clearly lacking.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wednesday Recommendation

Today I am introducing my “Wednesday Recommendation.”

Be it a restaurant, a movie, a beauty product, etc., I love a good recommendation.

I am frequently encouraged by Google AdSense to allow advertisements to be displayed on my blog to make a profit. Given my blog traffic, I estimate I will probably profit $0.02 a month, so I guess it’s just not worth it.

Instead, I will do my own advertising. And although “Wednesday Recommendation” is not as perfect an alliteration as “Thankful Thursday,” if you say it ten times fast, I assure you it will be.

Today, I am recommending the Roomba. The Roomba was a gift I purchased for Brian last Christmas.
I cannot stress this enough: It is wonderful.

First and foremost, it is a great vacuum cleaner. It is programmed to vacuum every day and I have noticed that the carpets look so much nicer! Even after a year we have yet to change the brushes and it still leaves those beautiful vacuum marks like it did on the first day!

Not only is it a great vacuum, the Roomba begs to be personified. It truly has a personality of its own. The Roomba has been known at times to hide under furniture, chew on earrings, and follow me around the house.

Phrases you might hear at Brian’s house:
“The Roomba got lost and never made it home today.”
“The Roomba attacked my bare foot today.”
“The Roomba seems confused.”

Really, it's like a pet, only it picks up hair instead of shedding it. It's fabulous!

If you want to learn more about the Roomba, check out the website here.

And if you want to be entertained, watch this hilarious video of cats riding the Roomba: Cat riding Roomba

Overall, I give the Roomba two thumbs up!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Kelly Strawberry, DDS

The kids that I babysit have developed an affinity for saying "Kelly Strawberry, DDS."

They will say it when they are referring to me, addressing me directly, or sometimes just out of the blue and for no apparent reason at all.

And every time they say it, laughter ensues.

It's really quite amusing how they can amuse themselves so easily.

On another note,

My favorite Cooper Quote yesterday,

"Ms. Kelly, if I ever become a midget, I'm gonna start my trek to the North Pole."

I love these kids.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Kelly Lawrence for Staying Home

In the spirit of election week, today I am unveiling my campaign to stay at home.

Stay at home?


Stay at home.

It’d be somewhat similar to a stay-at-home mom, only with no children and with no need to call myself "a" stay-at-home, simply because that’s just plain silly. I’ve never once called myself a go-to-work bank teller (although I might start doing that actually…just for shits ‘n giggles).

Ok, I regress. And confess to my obvious jealousy and slightly offensive remarks.

The following list is the top reasons why I believe I would be a prime candidate for staying home:

1. Morning runs. It is glorious when I am able to roll out of bed, go for a run, take a leisurely shower, and then make my morning coffee. Not so tempting when I have to wake up early and rush to get ready, and more often than not, I end up skipping the run completely in favor of extra sleep.

2. Blogging. I mean, seriously, I need at least two seconds to brainstorm an idea, ten seconds to estimate how many people I’ll be offending, three seconds to think of a new idea, and about 20 minutes to write it. This stuff takes time, people!

3. Cake decorating. Have you noticed how the Cake Decorating link on my blog has not once been used? There is absolutely no time for my passion. And no, I have never actually decorated a cake, but I feel pretty passionate about learning.

4. Baking. I, myself, have an undeniable sweet tooth and nothing makes me happier than being in the kitchen. I live for the holidays--mostly for reasons regarding food--and all holidays deserve festive treats.

These Nutter Butter ghosts and pretzels sticks were made on a day when I was fortunate enough to stay at home. Cute, right?

5. Housekeeping. If I could spend every day at home, the house would be spotless. I am not opposed to doing copious amounts of laundry, scrubbing toilets, and emptying trashcans. I adore a gorgeous, clean, inviting home.

To wrap it up, I would be great staying at home. I’d wake up every day with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, ready to take on the monotonous tasks that lay before me. And if those tasks ever become overwhelming, I am certainly not opposed to the couch, the remote, and a box of bonbons.

Now who votes I quit school?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Mountain Weekend, Maturity, and Testosterone Poisoning

Halloween Weekend/Laura's 30th Birthday Weekend was spent in the mountains of Boone, NC.

The weekend was full of fun, laughter, and surprising revelations (or maybe confirmations?).

Revelation #1 

Never doubt the ability of grown-ups to act like kids. And never doubt that throwing pumpkins off the cabin deck is perfectly good entertainment.

Revelation #2

As a science geek, I am well aware that men and women differ in their DNA by only a small percent, yet somehow the differences between men and women never cease to amaze me.

On Friday evening, the ladies sent the boys down the mountain to do the grocery shopping. That was our first mistake. And as you can probably predict, a second grocery store trip was needed on Saturday.

The one grocery item I specifically requested from Brian was cranberry juice. I wasn't quite in the mood for beer and tequila shots, so I figured it best I sip on some Cape Cods. As I was putting away the groceries, I became increasingly suspicious that no cranberry juice was purchased at the store. When I finally asked Brian if he had bought the juice, he replied "of course, honey" and picked up a 2-liter soda bottle and exclaimed "here it is!".

If you're like me and think that a Master's Degree is proof of intelligence, well, we both have been deceived.

The bottle read "Cranberry Dry" and below it read "Diet Cranberry Antioxidant Soda". And although the boys claimed that the cranberry juice was hard to find, I'm willing to bet that the Diet Cranberry Antioxidant Soda was damn near impossible.

How Brian returned with cranberry-flavored soda is beyond me.

But what's even worse...

As we were packing to go home and distributing the leftover grocery items among the couples, Brian reminds me to grab the Caesar salad croutons.

So I pondered out loud for a moment, wondering what croutons he was referring to...

"The bag of croutons I brought with us from home? They were all used last night so I threw it away."

In which he responds, "Oh, but I bought a new bag of croutons when we went to the grocery store that was never opened."

And then he grabs this off the counter top.....

All weekend I had been wondering who the heck bought the Snap Pea Crisps.

Let's Talk Money

I have none.

End of story.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Hello, November!

Life is good.

Surprisingly, given that:

1. I had to unexpectedly buy a new battery for my car this week, because apparently the one I had was "about to explode." There goes the money I was planning to put towards the Macbook.

2. The whole stereo system in my car will not work because I got a new car battery. A security code is required to re-start the system, which can be found on a card given to the buyer of the car from the dealer. Well, my Honda was bought used. Hmm...The word "headache" comes to mind.

3. I had to drive all the way to Elon today to cast my vote because I forgot to change my address form from when I voted in the 2008 election. Dedication to the Republican party--pure and simple.

4. I had to listen to my Ipod using headphones in my car while driving to Elon, since the forty-five minutes of silence was extremely awkward. Using headphones while driving is completely unacceptable, but I had to cave in and do the unthinkable. Driver's-seat-headphone-usage is typical for those that drive lousy cars or are too cheap to buy a new stereo. "Appearing cheap" is my personal definition of Hell. The stoplights were torture.

5. Even worse than having no music to listen to in the car is having no clock. You'd be surprised.

6. I finished my lab report at 2:06 am this morning. At 1:50 am the AutoSave on my Macbook stopped working due to the "Macintosh hard drive being full," although I don't see how this is possible. The document, due at 7 am, would not save to the computer. And I could not find my flash drive anywhere in the house.
I curse my technology skills, I curse God for my bad luck and said technology skills, and ultimately I curse my dreaded Chem lab.

But besides being broke, having no radio, and having no life outside of my grade-dwindling classes,

I welcome this month....

And all the food that comes with it.....

With a thankful and happy heart.