balls of steel

Does anyone else grow some serious balls when they get behind the wheel?

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Seriously, I think I have a problem.  I wouldn't call it road rage, but it's close.

Last night a dude was going slow in the fast lane.  He wasn't passing anyone--the slow lane was free and clear.  So obviously I'm going to get around this idiot.  Not.  He starts to speed up.  So I get on his bumper and debate with myself whether or not to put my brights on.  After several minutes I found room to pass him, and may or may not have hit 100 mph.  I hope Boyfriend isn't reading this.  ;)  Do you grow balls of steel in the driver's seat?

piece and love,

kayla

i promised you my love story, didn't i?

Before Boyfriend was, in fact, Boyfriend, he was The Boy Who Smiled All The Time.  We had mutual friends, and I never saw this dude without a smile on his face.  I think I was in love before I even knew I was in love.  I would find myself being aware of my surroundings and who was in my surroundings.

I noticed his 19th birthday on Facebook, and in the likely infested cafeteria, received my first hug.  When I learned he was having pizza at his dorm for his big day, I said absolutely not.  I had a girlfriend call him up and tell him we were taking him out to eat.

He got my number from that girlfriend with strictly platonic intentions about a King's Cake I wanted to give away.  It's a cajun thing.  One night I wanted to go running, and obviously didn't want to go alone in the dark.  I texted him to ask if that was his sort of thing.  And that's where it all began.

I looked forward to every single freezing night.  I ignored my burning lungs and tired legs, but could never overlook the butterflies throughout my body.  I was never sure if he felt the same, but our late nights were always accompanied by friendly conversation.   

Boyfriend does not like math.  I was consistently offering my assistance.  We were going to the lake one day with some friends, and he needed some quick help before our trip.  So he said.  It was a trick!  He grabbed my hand, told me how much he liked me, and said Can I ask you a serious question now?  I shook my head and we went to the lake.

Little did I know, I hurt his feelings.  Here's the thing.  I didn't want to ruin what we had.  I was having so much darn fun crushing on him.  I didn't want the excitement to end, and I surely didn't want to lose such a wonderful friend.   So when he asked me again weeks later one evening before a school play, I said no again.

Don't worry, you know how this turns out.

Eventually, he sent me a take it or leave it text.  I had until the end of the semester to tell him what I wanted to do, which I'm pretty sure was about two or three weeks.  

Storms were bad that year, and the power went out one night.  I woke up at 4AM that morning and texted him:

If I told you Yes to your question would you know what I was talking about?

What question?

The "serious question"

:-)

And that was that.  It was May 2, 2011.  

piece and love,

kayla

**I wish I could have provided more details, but the memories are jumbled up in my head with no trace of chronology.  

yadayada

I'm in the process of sanding and staining my blue crayon colored bed.  Why is it blue?  It was free, who cares why it's blue.  I'll have pictures when I'm finished.

I know in this post, I said I was going to start my annual diet/exercise.  Guess what?  It didn't happen.  I am the biggest I have ever been at a womping 155.8 lbs.  That's not big, you say?  I'm 5'2".  I am unhappy and unhealthy.

I have about two more weeks of vacation and every motivation to get started.

piece and love,

kayla

apartment, sweet apartment

Allow me to show you part of my little world.

Well, that's it guys.  This is my little space.  My home.  

piece and love,

kayla

little darlings

First of all I would like to say thank you for bearing with me through these sad little posts.  The semester is over, and I'm thrilled.  I have zero obligations for an entire month.  Other than bills of course, but who really cares about those?  Bills are way less stressful than amortization, if you ask me.

I have had my computer for almost a year now, and I just discovered that I can put my memory card from my camera right into the side!!  I was going to do an awesome post and give you a tour of my apartment, but I have clothes to fold, and more clothes and dishes to wash.  So you're just going to have to wait.  But I will show you a beautiful bracelet my granny got for me!

Could this be more gorgeous?  I love simplicity.  This is a really thin brown braided sting with a really small sterling cross.  I love love it.  And would you like to see how wonderful Boyfriend is?

That's a picture of us, if you didn't know.  He had it blown up on a board thing.  Ok seriously?  Forgive me, it's the end of a long semester.  I'll have a post of our wonderful love story soon.  I know I promise posts a lot and then never follow through, but our story is wonderfully wonderful.

piece and love,

kayla

my dear readers

I had a test Tuesday, and two on Wednesday.  Keep in mind this is the week before finals.  So I try with all my might to study and my brain just won't allow it.  I didn't retain anything.  My eyes were rolling in the back of my head.  So I quit, prayed, and took my tests.  I got 2 Cs and a B.  That may sound bad to you, but for not studying, I think that's awesome.  GOD is GOOD!

piece and love,

Kayla

break room

At this point I think I would like working two full-time jobs rather than going to school.  I'm exhausted. Finals are the week after next and I'm about ready to crack.

On a brighter note,

This is my Christmas tree.  It's all of 2.5 feet tall and close to 20 years old.  I promise I'll be a better blogger after finals.

piece and love,

kayla