Thursday, August 4, 2011

Birthdays in May.

I answered a phone call from my dad again the other night.  I should have known better.

Me: Hi dad, is everything okay?

Dad: Hello??

Me: Dad.  Can you hear me?

Dad: Yeah, why?

Me: Sigh...never mind.  Is everything okay?  I'm kind of in the middle of something, so I will need to call you back in a little while or tomorrow since it's so late.

Dad: What?  My fan's on and I can't hear you.


Dad: How old is Austin? (Austin is my nephew...his grandson).

Me: Dad, seriously?  I'm busy...18 months.

Dad: When's his birthday? Last month?

Me: Dad...I just told you he is 18 months old.  His birthday is at the end of January.

Dad: It is??  I thought it was in May!


Dad: Who else has a birthday in May?  Somebody does...

Me: Uh, YOU do, Dad.

Dad: Oh that's right!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

No. THIS Sunday, Dad.

While I feel slightly guilty about making fun of my dad and I's phone conversations, it's not so guilty that I would not actually DO it...

This call occurred Monday evening.  He called me.

Me: Hi Dad.

Dad: Hi, sweeeetttttiiiimaaajiggggy.  (Dad is on several medications for his COPD, and sometimes, he takes a Lortab...this would be one of those times).

Me: Oh goodness.  Hi.

Dad: Hi there!

Me: Uh, you feeling okay?

Dad: Yup!  Just calling to see how the big move went!

Me: That hasn't happened yet.  This Sunday is when I'm moving everything out of the house to the storage unit.

Dad: Why did you change your mind on when you were moving?

Me: I didn't.

Dad: So then did you get everything moved?

Me:, Dad.  THIS Sunday is when I'm moving.  Not this last Sunday, THIS COMING SUNDAY.

Dad: Oh.  Do you still have stuff to move out?

Me: Yes, Dad, an entire house full of stuff.

Dad: Well, why did you not get it all moved?  Do you not have any help?  Have all your friends moved away or something?

Me: Yes.  Everyone has moved away.  But not me.  Cause I am moving this.coming.Sunday.

Dad: Hope you get some help!  Be sure to buy them beer for helping you move!

Me: Okay, Dad, I'm sure I can find a way to tha...

Dad: So what changed your mind on when to move?!

Me: I'm hanging up now.

Dad: Did I call your work number?  I love you, leeeetttllllewhippppersnnaaaaapppper!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Senile or sense of humor...? Hard to tell.

Actual conversation with my father, on my cell phone about the difference between my work number and cell phone voice mail message on my cell says "You've reached Kelsey from the Daily O'Collegian..."  Apparently, this has left my father quite perplexed...

Uncle Pat: Kelsey?  I'm here with your father, and he is quite confused about which number he calls when he calls you.  Which number is this?

Me: This is my cell phone.  He doesn't have any other number of mine.

Uncle Pat: Well, he seems to think he's calling your work number.  Here, you talk to him.

Dad: KELSEY?!  Where are you right now?

Me: I'm at work right now, dad.

Dad: Well, I need to fix your number in my phone.  I don't know how I got your work number in here...

Me: You don't.  You called my cell number.

Dad: Well, how am I supposed to get a hold of you then?

Me: *facepalm*  Call THIS NUMBER, Dad.

Dad: about I hang up and call you right back, and you tell me what number I called?

Me: have basically already done this.  It's my cell phone, not work.

Dad: Okay, good, I'm going to call you right back and you tell me which number it is.

Me: Shit, fine, dad.

About six minutes later, I called him...

Me: Dad!  I thought you were going to call me right back so I could tell you that you had my cell number in your phone, not my work number??

Dad: Oh, did you want me to do that right now?

Me:  Yes, I did.  I'm at work, I don't have time for this.

Dad: But if you're at work, how are you talking to me right now?

Me: I can't do this.  I'm done.

Dad: I'm going to call you right back, and you tell me if I've called your work number or not.

Me: Dad, it's my cell phone, I promise.

Dad: Well, let me just see.

Again, five minutes pass...and then my cell phone rings...

Dad: Did I call your work number?

Me: No, dad, you called my cell phone.  You have the right number in there.

Dad: Well, let me write down your work number so I have it...

Me: No, dad.  You don't need that.

Dad: Well how am I supposed to get a hold of you when you're at work?


Dad: On your cell number or work phone?

Me: I'm hanging up now.

Dad: Oh good cause Uncle Pat is still here and I need to visit with him instead of talking on the phone.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Sponsored by:

My good friend Joey and her husband James are expecting their first baby.  Baby Eva should make her debut here in the next couple of weeks.

As most first-time, expectant parents do, Joey and James attended pregnancy/parenthood classes at our local hospital.

After the first class, James left quite confused.  I'm guessing it was all a little overwhelming for him, as he's never really been around children or babies or...common sense.

One of the topics of discussion that evening was Braxton Hicks.  It was mentioned a few times, and it apparently left James' head spinning.

On the car ride home, he asked his wife, "Who is this Braxton Hicks and why was he mentioned so often? Did he sponsor the class?"

I post this because I know, for a fact, my own husband would have asked the very same question.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Girlie Show: Thank You Cards

So, with all of your help, I narrowed down my Christmas cards to 7 designs to have printed for the Girlie Show (all of course, depending on us getting accepted...).

But now I need to figure out 3 more designs for the table.  I wanted to include some Thank You cards, so if you could, once again, tell me which ones are liked...?  Or none at all, and I need to go back to designing...?

Thank you so much!

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Pentagon...just a glorified office building, really.

My trip to Virginia was not exclusively for the NKOTBSB brother and his family also live near D.C., so I was able to spend the rest of the long weekend with them.  And my super adorable niece, Harper.

My brother is a Marine, and he works at the some super secret communications office, and while Matt has extensively told me what he does, I still really don't get it.  I think he just answers the phone and directs the call to the right military big wig.

But that still didn't stop us from going to the Pentagon on a Sunday.  He warned me not to get too excited as he told me, "It's just a glorified office building, really.  I mean, it's cool and all, but not too cool."

Uh, okay.  I had no idea what to expect.  I knew it would be big and confusing, but what I found out that it is REALLY big and REALLY confusing to get around.  I do not know he does it on a daily basis.

This is the Department of Defense hallway...Secretary Gates office door was actually open too, so I peaked in, but I didn't have the balls to take a picture...

 I just really liked this stairwell...only one of these I saw actually.
 This is the Air Force area.  We went this way to take pics for our brother-in-law, Zach (Becky, we got lost and couldn't find the Army area for Pat...)
 This is the Marine area. (Liz and I thought it was prettier than the Air Force one...must be the red walls).
 Hall of Heroes...really beautiful and peaceful room, with all the names of those that have received medals of honor.
 The entrance to my brother's office...this is as far as they'd let us go.  Apparently there are about 3 more security entrances to go through before you even get to his actual office.

All in all, it was cool, but not too cool.  Really is just a glorified office building...

Friday, June 10, 2011


If you knew me in college, you knew of my love for drinking too many beers, standing on a coffee table and singing screaming the words to most every Backstreet Boys song...who are we kidding, I did a perfect rendition of "I Want it that Way." Could pretty much act out the entire video.  With Becky, of course.  And many of you, too...

And if you just happened to have known me in about the 5th through the 7th grade, you knew of my undying affection for Joey McIntire...sigh....

So when it was announced that the New Kids and Backstreet Boys would be touring TOGETHER, I almost cried with joy.  And when my husband bought me a plane ticket to go to Virginia this summer and see the concert with Krissy and Elena, I DID cry with joy.

My mother-in-law even made me a custom t-shirt dress for the occasion.  This would be a night to remember for sure.

So for one night 80,000 females pretended to either be 13, 15 or 22 again...and it was a-may-zing...

As you can tell from the singing along in the videos...