August 31st, 2007 by Kateastrophe
In much, much happier news than my previous post of misery, one of my bestest, dearest friends, Julia of Blonde Canary delivered a beautiful baby boy (no name yet!) today.
He is 7 lb. 9 oz. and 19″ and just LOOK at that blonde hair!!
Congrats Jewels and Cody, and GREAT JOB!
August 31st, 2007 by Kateastrophe
OK I’m not THAT dramatic.
But today, we got bad, bad news.
The guy who was going to buy our house is backing out of the sale.
Why? You ask? Because our twenty year old house has an “old roof and old AC unit.”
Um, knock knock. Idiot? thehouseistwentyyearsoldofcoursetheACandroofareold.
We’re currently trying to sway his decision by dangling a NEW! LOOK HOW FANCY! Brand new air conditioner! in front of his greedy little eyes. Who needs $5k anyway? That and us paying 50% of his closing costs aughta do it, right?! Right? Please tell me I’m right . . .
So I’m asking all my readers to do me a little favor. Whatever God or Greater Being(s) you believe in, please ask him/it/them/whatever to help convince this guy to take the pretty new AC and buy my house so I can stop crying and ripping my hair out in chunks.
Bless you all (and your little dogs too! Brillig, that one is for you)
August 28th, 2007 by Kateastrophe
August 27th, 2007 by Kateastrophe
So, I had an idea today and I’m trying to convince my husband to get on board.
Rather than me telling all of you what an awesome wife I am and the fun I had planned for Matt’s 32nd birthday, I’m trying to convince HIM to write and tell you what an awesome wife I am.
Apparently his shyness extends into writing as well, but I’m working on him.
But I had an idea to give him some motivation.
I’m about to do something he might just kill me for.
I’m giving all of you his email address so you can write him and beg him to be my guest blogger.
Hahahah, seriously he’s going to kill me but here you go! (Little hint, he doesn’t know I’m doing this so you might have to explain a little in your email!!)
If you think I’m a jerk for doing this, you can email me as well. A link to send me an email sits over on the sidebar.
Hehehehehe.
August 26th, 2007 by Kateastrophe
Well, it’s the final part of the saga. I’m glad to give you all an ending but I’m sad that I have to come up with something else for next week!
If you’re just tuning in, you can find the rest of the story by clicking the following links:
Installment #1
Installment #2
Installment #3
And now, the ending . . .
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As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Laine and I didn’t speak to each other for a very long time. Things were not good between us. We shared the same friends but avoided each other completely. Luckily for me, she was avoiding me from thousands of miles away and I was having a blast my senior year in high school.
Yeah, there’s a but.
Wouldn’t you know, that about a year and a half or so later, on a quick weekend trip with our other girlfriends to
The rest of us were going to Knott’s Berry Farm and Laine decided, as seemed to be her younger year pattern, to choose the guy over the girls. So she stayed behind and went to dinner with him and was going to meet us at Knott’s later. I figured there was nothing I could do, so I didn’t argue.
Yet, she never showed up at the park. We all rolled our eyes and said things like “figures.” But we had a blast, laughing, going on rides and even meeting new boys. It was a great night and we felt sorry that Laine had missed it.
When we got back from the park I discovered Laine was not back yet and my suitcase had been rifled through and my FAVORITE OUTFIT was missing, I think something snapped. I had thought I was over it. I had thought I had forgiven her, but apparently, I hadn’t quite done that yet.
I stormed outside to go on a walk and cool off. I had thoughts of tracking her down and ripping my puffy blue vest off her betraying shoulders (ew, puffy vests right?!?!) and leaving her butt in
Then I saw the thing that sent me over my delicate edge.
There was a foreign truck parked in front my grandparents house, with two people making out in it. And when they saw me, they ducked. Gee. Who could that possibly be?
There were many, many mean, horrible thoughts running through my head at that moment, but, as is my nature sometimes. I chose the awesomely passive aggressive route. I pretended I didn’t see and just kept walking, around the block and back to the house. I had a plan. An evil, vengeful plan.
Giggling with the other girls, I walked around the house and with an evil smile on my face, I locked every.single.door.
Those of you who know m myself or my grandparents know two things:
One, the door at Club Lynsky is NEVER, EVER locked.
Second, you know that this is probably the most aggressive I’ve ever been in a fight with someone. I don’t usually do stuff like that. I just don’t. I usually just take a few minutes, try to get over it and move on. Oh not this time. I was being malicious, and I liked it. It was almost 2 AM and I knew Laine wouldn’t dare wake up anyone in the house to get in, so I knew she’d be stuck outside.
At whatever point Laine and Jason stopped sucking face, she tried to come back inside to go to bed. And there was no way in. She had to sleep in my grandparent’s camper in the driveway that night. I don’t know if there were blankets in there or not, but I imagined she was freezing, and I giggled evil-y the whole night through.
For the sake of a true soap opera, I wish the story could end there, that it started a cruel chain of events where eventually one of us steals the other’s husband or something, but it does have a happy ending.
I never really brought up that night. I think I acted like the door locking was an accident, that I had no idea. I did what I normally do, and I got over it. We drove back to
As life would have it, she thought he was a loser too at this point. We all moved on. I was back to being best friends with Laine in no time. She met a new guy and got engaged shortly after that, and life rolled on, leaving Jason in the dust. I think he married a girl named Daisy. I like to think she’s dumb as a brick. She has to be for marrying him, right?!
Looking back, I think that experience actually brought us closer together in the long run. She and I are both happily married, still close friends. And I am glad. My life was missing something those few months we weren’t speaking. I missed her and I’m glad we kissed and made up. You live, you learn, you grow up and you move on, right? But boy oh boy it sure makes a fantastic story. And Laine and I laugh about it all.the.time.
The.End.
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August 24th, 2007 by Kateastrophe
This picture was taken on his 28th birthday, four years ago today, about a month before we met for the first time. In’t he cute in a huge hat? I mean, he’s cute all the time, but the hat really works for him, no?!
Matt is, without a doubt, the most selfless, amazing individual I have ever met in my entire life. He always makes sure that I know that with him, I always come first and I am so grateful for him and can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have married him. I only hope I can prove to him that he comes first with me too!
This year, for the man who won’t even ask for birthday presents, I think I’ve planned something he’ll TOTALLY love. I promise to post pictures because it’s sort of a weekend extravaganza (or Katestravaganza as he calls them) and I think it’s going to be a total blast! Since I’m sure he wont’ check the blog tomorrow, here’s a hint. I’m so excited you’d think it was MY birthday! hahaha.
So that’s my shout out to my hilarious, amazing husband who is currently doing a little dance behind me (and he’s really goofy looking when he dances!). I hope this year is the BEST.YEAR.EVER. I love him more than I could ever express with words.
August 23rd, 2007 by Kateastrophe
August 23rd, 2007 by Kateastrophe
Yesterday . . . we got an offer on our house!
It’s a “full price” offer, but they are asking for us to pay closing costs (HAHAHAH yeah right) and they are not a “prime” lender, so to speak, so we’re not positive it will go through, but it’s an OFFER and we can NEGOTIATE and I think it might work out.
Seems like there was something in the water, because yesterday was an incredibly good day for my dearest Brillig too.
Phew. I’m feeling very relieved that, even if it doesn’t work out, another offer will be shortly behind, because we’ve had more traffic in three days than we’ve had over the last five months.
Oh wait. Now I have to move.
Crap.
August 19th, 2007 by Kateastrophe
Hi all! Here is “episode” three of Soap Opera Sunday: Summer of Love and Hate! If you are just tuning in and want to catch up, you can find episodes 1 and 2 here and here.
And now, the saga continues . . .
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Looking back I can’t believe how stupid I was. I’m embarrassed right now just thinking about it. My feelings were so out there. I was obvious in my adoration. He knew how I felt and he reciprocated, as far as I understood it. Yet it was all an act.
I started to notice weird things . . . Jason would ask if he could talk to Laine alone, they’d go on walks together, things like that. I’d start to get jealous and ask questions, and they’d both tell me it was nothing, that they were actually talking about me. I had this gut feeling I was being lied to, but I felt stupid asking again and again, so I just took their word for it and stopped asking, assuming I was just being paranoid.
So, in the middle of our excursion to
Back in
As it turned out, Laine was telling the same stories I was . . . only hers involved making out with Jason behind my back, also talking to him on the phone but using the words “I love you” and other such things. My Mom actually caught her saying that to him on the phone one night and confronted her, but Laine blew it off and said they were just friends. I don’t know if my Mom bought it or not, but she didn’t say anything to me at the time. I think our other friends felt caught in the middle. Laine and her family were living far away
Now, I should mention that both Laine and I had met, hung out with and made out with other boys while on our
Jason, unfortunately (haha, hindsight is 20/20 right?) was unable to come with us to
I remember one particular sunset walk with her on the beach talking about Jason and how great I thought he was. I don’t remember everything we talked about, but I have some vague memories of her saying something about how summer, long distance romances never work . . . but never ever did she break down and tell me that something was going on between them. Never ever did she try to let me down or try to save my feelings or stop me from humiliating myself further.
Now, here is where the story turns sort of hazy for me. I know we came back from
I know somewhere back in
The hurt that I felt it truly wasn’t due to the fact that she and Jason liked each other. That fact I could live with. Heck, all the boys preferred Laine, I wouldn’t have been one bit surprised. It would have stung a bit and hurt my ego, but I would have dealt with it and moved on. What I couldn’t deal with being lied to so much.
I couldn’t deal with how much of an idiot I must have looked like, practically throwing myself at this guy who was only acting like he liked me in return in order to salvage a few more minutes with my best friend. I felt used. I felt like my joyful, amazing summer had just been ripped away from me.
I decided never to speak with Jason again, but I waited to confront Laine. I didn’t want to make a scene. I didn’t want to ruin her visit for anyone else. I wanted it to be as painless as possible.
So I waited until I was driving her to the airport for her flight back to her home.
Again, the memories are a little hazy but I do have some vivid ones. I remember wanting to open the door of the car and shove her out. I remember hot tears streaming down my cheeks and I remember my voice shaking with anger and hurt as I told her to look me in the eye and tell me the truth. To tell me why she had spent the whole summer taking advantage of me and lying to me at the same time. I honestly don’t even remember what she said back. I don’t even want to venture a guess at what she said because I’m afraid my memory will betray me.
I know I confronted her about lying to me while bragging to our friends. I confronted her about lying to my Mom. Confronted her about the night I thought I saw them kissing and her lying to me about that. I brought up the fact that she’d had a million chances to do the right thing, to tell me the truth and to deal with whatever consequences might face her and I think I told her how I felt she took the cowards way out, that she just lied to save her own butt and be able to gloat that in the end, she got the guy and I didn’t. And I felt she was reveling in how good she’d been at tricking me, at how stupid I had been. It was all going on right under my nose and she’d gotten away with it. And I thought she was proud of herself and at that moment, whether or not I was correct in her gloating, I hated her for it.
I have so many bad memories of that day. I remember both of us yelling and me crying as we pulled into the airport. I remember stopping at the curb and Laine getting out, telling me to have a nice life and slamming the door, like it had all been my fault.
But most of all, I remember sobbing hysterically all the way home. Not because I’d lost the guy, not really even because I’d been lied to and made to look a fool. I sobbed because I had lost my best friend over a stupid guy.
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Whew, this one was the toughest part of the story and I’m glad it’s over. Next week gets a little more lighthearted as I finish up the story and reveal my true inner “beotch!” (It wouldn’t be a true soap opera without a little revenge, right?! Hahaha.)
Now, for my FAVORITE part of Soap Opera Sunday, the list of other participants! We’ve got some new players and some GREAT stories this week so be sure to check them all out!!
First and foremost, of course, my partner in SOS crime and BFF, Brillig
MiniVan Diva
a2eatwrite
Canadian Flake
Goofball’s World
Keep checking back because we usually add two or three as Sunday and Monday get rolling.
If you want to play, we’d LOVE to have you, so make sure to send us (Brillig and I) your permalink and make sure to link back to us so people can find the whole soapy list! If you want a complete list of rules, please check here.
Once again, it’s my bad that we don’t have a button yet. My “talent” went and got herself checked into the hospital so . . . she’s a jerk and I have to wait until she’s healthy! JK. I’m hoping she gets better very soon. But until then we don’t have a button. Sad.
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