That boy and that girl became us.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Once upon a time, several years ago now,
this boy...

... saw this very picture of this girl.

He had a friend who dated her friend. Even though they
lived in different states and had never spoken, they both heard about the
other and were strangely interested. She even thought about writing him,
but, no, he lived in Las Vegas. What would ever come of it?

Today we're celebrating that eventually, years later,
that boy met that girl...

... and became us.

Here's to celebrating the love and the joy,
and all the little things in between, in all our lives.

Dresses, dresses and more dresses

Friday, June 26, 2009

If only I had a job, I would be all over at least a few of the dresses I'm currently coveting... I've said it before, but I'm going to say it again. I am in love with ModCloth. Their clothes are so retro and just plain cool.

I haven't yet figured out how to dress in this crazy Las Vegas heat, and I'm not a huge fan of shorts when not vacationing, so I've been surviving solely in dresses. When I am again a member of the employed, I so want a couple of these...

These remind me of
Charlotte from SATC:

I love this sweet
maxi dress:

Au Pair Maxi Dress

I heart the retro
secretary look:

Domino Effect Dress

Ooh, I would love to
go out in one of these:

I'm mad about this
gorgeous little number:

Oh, and last but not least, I am ga ga
for these 80's inspired looks:

Fashion Headlines Dress

This is my favorite because it's named
after Lisa Turtle from Saved By the Bell

Here's hoping that all of you are swimming in lovely summer dresses of your own!

The way he made me feel.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Today all of us are likely going to be blogging about the passing of the King of Pop, the one and only Michael Jackson (and on the same day as our favorite Charlie's Angel, unbelievable). Say what you will about him {and during all the child abuse accusations - I certainly did... the only thing I love more than pop music is children} but... he was one unique and talented man.

I was out eating sushi in my new neighborhood earlier this afternoon when I saw on twitter that MJ had died. I audibly gasped (I'm willing to bet that most of us did when we heard) and desperately wanted to talk to nearby diners to share in this great moment of pop loss. I'll never forget being a little girl and arguing with my cousin over which one of us was going to marry Michael. Seriously, this sometimes turned into a big, big fight and it was all because of the poster below.

Oh, man, he did it for us... big time... and so did this poster of my sister's. I'll never, ever forget when the world premiere of "Thriller" was going to air. (We didn't have MTV in our town when I was little, so it must have premiered on network television.) My mom and aunt promised my cousins and I that we could watch it, but then changed their minds after hearing it might be too scary. I'm not sure we ever recovered. However, my mom did let me put the Michael Jackson E.T. poster up in the kitchen. How weird is that? Thanks, Mama.

I'm going to choose to remember him just like he was during his Thriller heyday, long before he named one of his children after a blanket. No, scratch that. I choose instead to remember him as what he truly was to me, an ambassador for non-violence through dance. Too much? Nope. Just look at his videos for "Beat It" and "Bad." He invented the now infamous dance-off and for that, and for shaping the musical backdrop of my childhood, I thank him...

I can't believe we live in a world without Michael. For so many of us, he has been such a constant. He will be missed.

Sweet Seattle.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I have spent the last ten days in Seattle. Initially I was in town solely for my graduation... A graduation, mind you, I wasn't even planning on attending. Since I had only just moved to Las Vegas two weeks before, I wasn't sure the timing was right to come all the way back to Seattle. However, my very persuasive friend, Ms. Jennifer Davila Beckwith, convinced me I simply had to attend. In fact, JDB told me that if I wouldn't do it for myself, fine, but then I had to do it for her. Well, what could I say? She's always been hard to argue with... There were also a few snafus with the house I had already moved out of with my roommate and friend Katie. It didn't seem right to leave her to handle it all on her own. So, before I knew it, what was intended to be a three day trip turned into ten. {Oh, and thank you, JDB. You were right. It was totally worth it, especially because we went through it together.}

The first couple of days were trouble. There was a whole lot of painting and it was far, far more work than I had anticipated. I could share some not-so-nice words about dealing with landlords, but I will opt instead to share a picture.

Painting, especially with friends, can be so much fun.
(It can also be really, really painful for days afterward...
I had forgotten that.)

The next few days were all about dusting off the ol' umbrella and putting on my best Mary Poppins impersonation. It was great to be with some of the little people who mean the most to me and to have an opportunity to make a little extra money.

It was, as always, great to be with my sister, Monica, and her kids. I told Monica on this trip that I think there may have been a mix up and Jude is actually my son... "Single Ladies" is his favorite song. Enough said. That toddler shakes his booty with so much gusto when singing gibberish to "If you like it then you should-a put a ring on it."

Then I made a trip to my favorite Seattle hair salon, Vain, in an attempt to be unbeweavable!

After having some great Thai food with my good friend Todd, I hopped a bus to the coast for some downtime with my mama.

{Todd may be available for Thai dinners and lots of laughs when you visit Seattle, ladies.}

My mama's backyard.

(During my visit, I had one of those come to sweet baby Jesus moments. While I was there, and had some extra time to think, it became really obvious that I need to work on getting a job in Las Vegas as soon as possible. This has been a little tough for me, however, because I've been working since I was thirteen years old and have been in school for so long now. I also just moved to a place that wakes me up each morning and whispers in my ear, "It's okay. Come out to the pool... Look for a job later. You just got here!" It would be really, really easy to be pretty lax about this summer. However, on this trip I realized how excited I am to use my new degree and start out on my new career. It also became clear just how much I need to find a job to feel grounded in my new city. So, I started my job search and although it's early, I'm happy to say that I have a lot of leads. Wish me luck!)

One of my best friends in the world, Luna, came to visit me for a night at my mom's and our visit was full of what our trips together are always filled with: giggles.

I love the beach, but the cold weather made me miss Vegas.

My family and I returned to Seattle for my graduation. We went to Elliott's Oyster House down on the waterfront for what should have been a lovely, celebratory meal the night before I graduated. (The meal was fantastic.) However... I learned that night that while I might be getting my Master's Degree, I am not yet ready to graduate to drinking dirty martinis. I only had two, but, man, were they strong. Not much later in the night, at my sister's house luckily, I showed my family my less than impressive dance moves. Yep, I did the Running Man. (And the Roger Rabbit.) Then I promptly passed out. Ah, maturity... One step forward, several steps back.

The last few days have been all about my favorite time, Auntie time.

In this picture, I told Max to make a happy face like he was going to have a bowl of ice cream. After seeing it, I realized he took this very seriously.

Audrey is only 5 and an amazing artist. This is a self-portrait. She told me this week that she'd like to be president, but didn't think she'd have time to work on her art. Flynn, well, just look at him. He's hilarious.

This is my sis-in-law, Yen, and her newest addition, sweet baby Nova. Yen is one of those moms who make motherhood look so easy... and so fun.

Baby Nova is gorgeous... Jude agrees.

I'm hoping to come back in August. Until then, I'm going to miss my boys so, so much.

Luckily, I have a different boy to return to... and a new home to make my own.

{Seattle images via}

blog lovin'

Monday, June 22, 2009

Let me just say for the ga-zillionth time, I heart the world o' bloggers and all the love and creativity, support and inspiration you all offer to each other and to me. During this crazy time in my life, where I know almost no one in my new city, I can fire up my laptop, read your amazing comments and your lovely blogs and feel a little less alone.

A while back, the lovely Rosalina from The Words of a Dream gave me the Lemonade Award. Hooray! Thanks so much, lady! Rosalina is a gorgeous, talented 18 year old living in Thailand and I just love her blog (and you will too!).

* I award these three sweet blogs for this award:

The Way I See It's Ali awarded me the friendship award. How cool is that? Thank you! Ali leaves the world's nicest comments and has a fantastic blog of her own. If you haven't already, be sure to check it out here.

* I award these three gorgeous blogs:

Katie at Can I just Say... awarded me with the Keepsake Blog Award. Yippee! I love Katie's blog and her url is, um, the effing coolest thing ever... This award comes with the direction to post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about you. I'm game.

* First, I award these three can't stop reading them blogs:

Here's my keepsake... His name is Dude.

Dude is my stuffed lamb. My mom gave him to me when I was just one year old. I named him after a dog I knew. It turns out, the dog's name was Duke. Whatcha gonna do? The way my mom tells the story, Dude called out my name at the store she was walking by. "Kathleen..." My mom is no fool - you don't just pass by a stuffed lamb who calls your baby daughter's name out. Nope, you buy him, bring him home to her and have to repeatedly tell this story throughout the years...

A little about Mr. Dude Bailey... His birthday is January 8th and he is 30 years old. He wears Snoopy's tennis outfit with a hole for his tail and, if I do say so myself, he looks quite dashing in it. This little lamb has been through a lot with me... When I got my tonsils out in the 3rd grade, he was right there with me. The doctor even put a mask on him and put him under too. I won't even go into the time I threw up on him as a child. Oops, well, I guess I just did... Moving on. He's too fragile to sleep with now, but I've made him a cozy home in the drawer next to my bed. He now lives in Las Vegas with me and, much to my chagrin, is hoping to see Donny and Marie soon. Only because he's been my constant companion for the last three decades, I'll see what I can do.

Graduation Day.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Today is one of the main reasons I'm in Seattle this week... It's my graduation day! The three of us in the above picture started on our journey toward our graduate degrees a long time ago. A very long time ago. How long? Let's just say that back when we started out, Brad and Jen were still married. Yep. So, needless to say, this graduation has been a long time coming.

One of the best parts of today was seeing my friends again. Jessica, the cute gal on the left, and I grew up in the same tiny town and met in high school. So, to be able to share in this journey together has really meant so much to me. Ms. Jennifer Davila Beckwith, pretty lady on the right, made an impression from the very first day I met her at orientation. During our first class together, I asked her if she had finished the reading. Her response? "I haven't cracked a book yet." From that moment on, I knew we were friends for life. I love her more than I can say and if I get nothing else out of my degree, my friendship with her has made it absolutely worth every penny.

We still can't believe we (finally!) finished...

Yeah, I opted not to wear a gown...

Hooray! I officially have my MA in Psychology!

I am happy and privileged to now be an official graduate of Antioch University. Antioch has several locations in this country and was founded in 1852 on the principles of progressive education and social justice. The graduates of this school really want to give back to the world. The words of Horace Mann, the founder of Antioch, make me so very, very proud to be a graduate of this fine institution.
"Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity."

Having my family there to celebrate with me and knowing that today, on Father's Day, my father must be very proud, made this a lovely, lovely day.

His hand fits mine.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'm in Seattle this week, and am having a really great time, but...
I miss someone terribly.

“she belonged to me,” chris said simply. “she was, you know, all the things i wasn’t. and i was all the things she wasn’t. she could paint circles around anyone; i can’t even draw a straight line. she was never into sports; i’ve always been.” chris lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. “her hand,” he said. “it fit mine.”
— j picoult - the pact