I am so glad the warm weather is back! I am putting together a list of things to do in the area this season with the kids. If you have any great ideas, email em’… chuck@pointradio.com

In other news, I was so moved by the nice weather, I decided to write a bit…but having a short attention span, this is all I could get out…

“and so it was, as the mighty draw-bride to the castle was lowered the subjects of the kingdom spilled out onto the sun-bathed fields. The jester took a deep breath and blew out. Laughter amongst the stony grey walls of the castle was no longer required. Spring was the new remedy. Looking at Merlin, the jester removed his hat and said “ Good day, sir, I see you have things under control”

Then, of course…an oldy but a goldie….

CICK HERE FOR THE SURRRPRISE!

I was super thrilled to have no plans Friday night. A few years ago, the
thought of that would’ve sent me into despair because a single woman
just HAS to have plans on a Friday night or she’s the most lonesome
loser EVER. But that thought is about the farthest thing from my mind
right now. To have a Friday night at home alone, catching up on
everything I’ve saved on DVR — it makes me want to cry tears of joy
just typing that right this very minute.

Then Saturday, I had to go to a birthday party for Amy’s daughter,
Ashtyn. The big TWO! Just low-key. Besides her own family, we were the
only guests she invited. But we’ve been best friends for 15 years, so
I’m family by now. After that, I dropped off Emma Kelly with her daddy,
who was having a party at his house — and she was furious with me for
doing that, by the way. She wouldn’t even tell me goodbye. Just hung her
head down and moped away. Drama Princess. Of course, I’m thinking I’m
ruining her emotional development and I text Freddie later — “Is she
okay???” “She’s having a blast. Running around with 2 other little
girls.” So much for scarring her for life.

I went to my friend John’s house for a spaghetti dinner and then we all
went over to a dessert party. I regretted my 5-inch heels about 5
minutes into it and I knew the only amount of vodka soda that would take
away the pain would make me completely ineligible to drive myself home,
so I excused myself early from the party shortly after the conversation
“Why is Kellie so unapproachable?” concluded without any real
conclusion. I think the most-agreed-upon suggestion was that I don’t
make any eye contact in a crowded room.

I got my daughter back on Sunday and we went to an Easter egg hunt. Too
bad Emma Kelly hasn’t mastered the art of “Kill or Be Killed” in those
situations just yet. So she was left a little disappointed at her lack
of success, but give her another year. She’ll finally get to be “that
kid with all the eggs” all the other parents despise.
Heard over the weekend — a woman saying to a little girl, “Don’t eat
bread. It will make you fat. Don’t ever forget that.” I was mortified.
Please, God, don’t ever let me say something like that to my child.

XO
Kellie

So I went to dave and busters tonite and it was awesome. I went with the sherbert family and they had a great time. This was a part of their staycation even that we have been doing all week. i forgot what it felt like being a kid. Wow! I was a kid tonite and it was awesome. We plated skiball, we played basketball, we played all types of games. It was maybe more fun for me than it was for them. Yes, I know that wasn’t the point but it was awesome.

Sign girl: well, she is still in the picture. Even though she didn’t make the bed up in mexico, she offered to, (after I asked) to run a few errands for me today and help out a little bit. I hope I didn’t guilt her into it. she is not a person that is just going to say yes to something that I ask just to do what I ask. She has a job and is very busy. It just so happened that she had jury duty yesterday and late in the evening, she was able to help a brother out.

I wonder if j-si is ok if I bring sign girl to the wedding?? I mean its not like shes very big and she doesn’t eat a whole lot. Then again, his wedding is in the middle of the week so I don’t even know if she can go…
but I think I’ll at least ask her. being at a wedding by yourself SUCKS A#@!!!
For some reason, she likes hanging out with me and I cant really explain why.
But for whatever reason, she does, so lets go with that.

I have decided to buy a different “outfit” everyday for the next 5 days. Since kidd says I have “given up” on my wardrobe, I have been thinking that maybe I need to make a change. So today, I bought a pair of
shoes, a new shirt, a new pair of shorts, and maybe the next few days will
recharge me. nothing real expensive. Just some stuff from Nordstrom. But for
the next 5 days, there will be new al-fits!

have learned a valuable lesson today. Now that I am a grown a$$ man, I need to stop talking to my dogs in “baby tone”. You know… the high pitched annoying voice we do when we talk to babies and dogs? When you see someone doing it you just want to throw some apple sauce at them so they stop to wipe it off and end the noise. Well, that was me today. Kinsey and I were attending a charity event so I was done getting ready first, due to the whole being a guy thing. This meant that I had to take the dogs out. So I did what I always do. I stood next to the door and began calling my “little babbes” who need to get their “liddle collars on”. I was doing the whole baby talk thing, having a good time. As I opened the door I said… ok, I squealed, “you wanna goooo potty baby?! thats a good baby girl.” Unfortunately, there was a UPS guy standing at my neighbors door. He looked up at me, gave me the “dude! really?!?” face and awkwardly walked away. What did I do? I went into deep voice guy mode and threw out a swear word to make me look manly. I WIN!

Kinsey quote of the day: “where is San Luis By the Sea?”
ME: you mean San luis Potosi?
Kinsey: yeah, by the sea.
ME: are you being serious?
Kinsey: what?
ME: shoot me!
Kinsey: by the sea?

The conversation actually lasted about 5 minutes because she did not understand that the city was Potosi… and she wonders why I cant teach her Spanish. She turns every word into an English phrase or word somehow… its actually kind of a gift I guess. I have somehow become impressed of her abilities.

I would like to now take a moment to call our the white rapper Spose. He sings a song called “Awesome”. I happen to be a bit upset at the fact that my favorite comedian Jon Lajoie has a waaaaay better self deprecating song and it never made it on the radio… but this guy does the same thing and thinks he is the next Asher Roth… You know what Spose?! You are not! But I am a bit jealous of you because you got a song on the radio… and its a lil bit catchy… and I was kinda singing it today. So we will call it even, I guess.

Moral of the Story: San Luis Potosi is not San Luis by the Sea… or near the sea for that matter. And I totally won the manly competition with the UPS man.

WORD!!!

the STOMACH BUG!!!

UGH! I would not wish this on my worst enemy, well…maybe I would. Depends on how bad they pissed me off. HA HA! Thankfully – I am feeling a little better and eating some real food. I went to Tropical Smoothie Cafe & grabbed a smoothie, a wrap & some Baked Lays. It tastes delicious!!! Not sure where I got the “bug” from…but it came out of nowehere! And I swear I haven’t been that sick since I was 13 or 14. On Sunday I woke up at 8am and it went down hill from there. Without going into too much detail…let’s just say I was sick out of both ends. It was MISERABLE! And then I got cold, and then hot – I went from shivering to sweating. Slept all day Sunday. Slept all day Monday. Feeling better and now I’m back to work today. As my mom says – you gotta “BITE THE BULLET”. Gee! Thanks Peg.

My diet has consisted of this for 3 days:

OK – Well ya’ll stay healthy! Don’t get sick! Be sure to wash your hands constantly…Purell is your BFF. I hear the stomach bug is going around. Little did I know about 14 people in our office have had it. ICKY POO! That’s all for now friends. Thanks soo much for reading & listening to 94.9 The Point.

XO,

WooWoo

Ok, now that I have had one day of work to reflect on the whole sign girl mexico thing, there is one thing that did stick out that I forgot to mention. She didn’t make the bed. not once!!!

Ok, I know what you may be thinking. You were at a hotel on vacation. There were maids for that. wrong! we were in a condo. And at this condo, maid service only comes when you pay extra and we didn’t. so, if we wanted a maid up bed, we would have to pay for it. (or just do it ourselves). I mean really, in the grand scheme of things, I know it’s a small thing. But then again, if it were that small of a thing, why didn’t she do it? if you are a
guest at someone’s house and they are nice enough to let you sleep in a room, you should make it up, right? i was consistently the first one awake and out of bed. is it too much to ask when you take a girl to mexico, across international borders, put her up in a room that overlooks the beautiful beach of playa del Carmen,
cant you make up the freakin bed one freakin time? Also, she didn’t cook one time. Everybody in the group cooked at least once. But when it was her time to cook, “im siiick, can you cook for me this time?” you know me… I didn’t say a
word about it. ok, now I have got that off of my chest. it had to be said!

Today, I went to start off a “staycation” with a family that won from our show. I got to talk to them a little bit before the actual bit got underway and what a cool family. The two of them met at the bank they worked at while they were both going thru divorces. They worked at different branches. They talked and found out that they had THAT in common and began their relationship. One thing led to another and before long, they were an item.
Recently however, they were both laid off at almost the same time. They have a blended family so obviously with 3 kids and no income coming in, a vacation was impossible. So, starting today, we are bringing the vacations to them. Today, it was mexico. We loaded up the house with Mexican food, a margarita machine, I gave them a quick Spanish lesson, we got them a piñata, sombreros, and we even had a mariachi band. It was lots of fun. And best of all, it brought a little bit of fun to a family that could use something fun in their lives. We’ll do
something else fun tomorrow.

To this guy that yelled out “babykiller” in Washington DC yesterday…I hope the people that elected you are really proud right now. Dude, name calling??? Seriously? That’s how an elected official handles a difference of opinion that you have with someone? I hope you put that proud moment in your ad the next time you are running for re-election. That has to be about the most childish, immature thing that I have heard in a long time. Why don’t you “hold
your breath and fold your arms until you get your way too???”

So as some of you know, I have a special ’someone’ in my life. I call her Snow White for a few reasons…but mainly because waaaay back when I first began talking to her, people would say “what’s the name of that girl who works with us downtown? ….ya know the one who looks like Snow White…” …and it stuck.

Snow and I started out, as many do, as friends and then we realized something was happening…I won’t bog you down with details now.

Flash forward a little while and she and her son decided to move to a new place…
A few quick calls and I had a posse together to do the job. My friend, Dustin, and my own Landlord, Bob showed up to help. …along with some of Snow’s family, a large Uhaul, a few Pizzas from Primo, and a cold fermented beverage supply that was virtually untouched…Snow’s large furniture was moved.

Here are some vitals.

-Solid Wood entertainment center – Like lifting a Sequioa.
-King sized bed – Folded in half to make it up the stairs in the new place
-Cement yard bird-bath and planters – Dustin will not return my calls since the move (LOL).

In true form, I documented the event….now before you start asking why I was not moving things…Snow did much of the filming.

In the end, she and her son now have a new, albeit smaller place that is the perfect size for the two of them.

Still no signs of a hernia…life is good.

I started off the week alone. I was supposed to go to Telluride, but I
canceled the trip. Still, Nanny Laura had planned to take Emma Kelly to
Galveston through Wednesday afternoon and EK was excited to go to the
beach and hang out with Laura’s nieces and nephews. So I was home alone!
I was so happy to be in my house all by myself — except for a
squawking parakeet and 2 stinky dogs — that I almost started to cry.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter to pieces, but it was just nice
to have some time completely to myself to do whatever I wanted and not
have to answer to anyone. I was absolutely blissful. So I cleaned out my
closet. That’s what blissfully alone people do, I guess. I got rid of
everything that didn’t fit or was out-of-date or age inappropriate. It
hurt my soul to give up my jumper dresses, but I had to finally accept
the fact that I simply can’t wear something that would look cute on my
3-year-old. I got rid of all the shoes that hurt my feet — the ones I
bought in an act of defiance when I got my divorce and could finally
wear 4-inch heels. They had to go. It was painful yet cathartic. I got
rid of so much stuff, though, that I ended up having to go to the mall
to replenish my closet. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!

I spent the next couple of days doing more organizing — cleaning out my
daughter’s closet and getting the house in order. I had lunch with a
girlfriend…caught a sneak preview of “The Bounty Hunter”…ran 3 miles
a day, 3 days in a row. Then Emma Kelly came home. She ended up at the
doctor’s office with an ear infection…The house is a complete
wreck…I haven’t run in three days…The pantry is bare because we
haven’t been to the grocery store in over a week…It’s just chaos. Time
to go back to work and get my life back in order!!!

My calendar is starting to fill up — just got two more wedding
invitations in the mail. That’s four weddings I’ve got to go to this
year. And with the onslaught of spring comes the onslaught of charity
events, so I’m hosting and attending one or two every week for the
foreseeable future. And then that 5K on April 11 is looming. Ugh. Gotta
get back up and running again this week. But I’m thankful to be busy.
Thankful to have stuff to do. Thankful I have a kid to clean up after
and another mouth to feed besides my own. Thankful that I have a job to
go back to on Monday morning. But for now, I have to finally get out of
my pajamas, convince Emma Kelly it’s too cold to wear her shorts and
tank top, head to the grocery store, and then clean up this house one
more time. What a wonderful way to spend my last day of spring
vacation!

XO
Kellie

I have had the house all to myself since Saturday morning. Emma Kelly is coming home this afternoon. I’ve tried to use the time wisely, but I haven’t gotten even half the stuff on my To Do list accomplished. I was over-ambitious when I started listing everything I wanted to get done. I did manage to clean out my closet of all the clothes I will never wear again. I’m now going through photos and assembling photo albums. THAT’S a nightmare. Next up — my daughter’s closet.

So! The running thing. I’m still not loving it. I’m not even liking it. But I DO feel great mentally after I’ve finished. And I feel like a limp dishrag — completely relaxed and all zen. I’m just waiting for that “When I ran, I couldn’t keep weight on me!” bullcrap people keep telling me about to kick in.

I’ve run 3 miles the past two days, but I’ve had to stop and walk about 2 minutes right in the middle of it both days. It’s like I’m taking in too much air — just gulping it in. My cheeks start to tingle and I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate, so I walk for 2 minutes and then start running again. Inhale 3 steps; exhale 3 steps — all through the mouth. But now I’m trying to exhale through my teeth, which sounds weird but seems to help. And my running coach was right — when you’re tired, your natural instinct is to slouch forward and lean into the run. Don’t do that! Keep your posture straight and look straight ahead. It makes all the difference in the world. And when I’m really dragging, I also really pump my arms, which seems to propel me forward a little more. I have learned that Kleenex and a better running bra are absolute necessities. Nothing like the sight of me running while holding my boobies up. I’m sure the neighbors have been loving that.

A 5K is about 3 miles, so if I keep this up for the next couple weeks, the run on April 11 will (hopefully!) be a breeze. If you want to do it with me, you can sign up at www.americasrun.com. I think Kinsey might be running it with me and Big Al keeps threatening to. We’ll see!

XO
Kellie