With the holidays just around the corner, the first round of family is Cali bound Saturday. I'm excited and overwhelmed and wished I had 3 weeks off of work and school to enjoy them, oh the reality of life.
This was taken 5 years ago and has been my only picture with my entire family in it. My hopes this holiday season is to finally get an updated picture. I'm excited to see faces and hug necks because it's been way to long.
I can't believe he's turning 21 tomorrow. I also can't believe in the 21 years he's been on this earth he's had more hairstyles than anyone I know. So, in celebration of his 21st birthday, I thought we should also celebrate his choices of hairstyles.
not really, and Ken begrudgingly turned the air conditioner off. I refuse to have the air conditioner running in December: open a window, strip down to your boxers, take a cold shower, whatever needs to be done, the air conditioner will remain off.
It's hard to get into the holiday spirit when it's 88 degrees outside, none the less, I love the Christmas season. I especially love decorating for Christmas & with all the decorations up, the tree lit, & the house smelling like cinnamon, it's a shame that in a couple of weeks it will all come down.
Each year with our pajamas on, Ken's breath smelling like eggnog, and Temptations and Mariah as background music, we decorate our tree. Each year I rediscover our ornaments and each year I get bit by the nostalgic bug as I unwrap them. We don't have a theme, although by looking at it you may beg to differ, because we are partial to superheroes and a certain feline, in any case our ornament collection is pretty eclectic: pickles, snowmen, & even a man shoe. But I have my favorites, the ones that get the prime spots on the tree.
We got the kissing fish from Mom Keil, who gave them to us in 2004, Ken & I's second Christmas together. Ken says by his mom buying us "kissy fish" (his words not mine) it meant she wanted him to marry me. 4 years later, the glitter & paint may be chipping off, but the magnets are still attracting, a lot like us.
I found this hand painted clear glass ornament, while Christmas shopping with 2 of my bestest friends, Jen & Ash. Long lunches & spending way too much money always made for a great day.
This was given to me by our good friend Brad, who has an amazing Christmas tree, filled with the most incredible collection of Christmas ornaments, so it doesn't surprise me that he picked this beautiful ornament out. I actually went to Pier 1 to buy it after I had seen it being advertised but unfortunately they were sold out, so I was extremely thrilled when he gave this to me at his annual Christmas party.
Yes, their boobs, & yes they are displayed on the front side of the tree. They're hand crafted by Kate & I laugh every time I see them & it just reminds me of how much I love her & her boobs.
This is my new favorite I actually got this one this year from a pal/coworker, who in the short time we've known each other knows I love candy, especially lemonheads, the best part of this ornament is the candy that's inside.
You should come visit & have some eggnog, that's of course if Ken hasn't already finished it, we'd love to have you over.
We started November off with a quick trip to the bay for the Alternative Press Expo (aka APE). Surprisingly in the 24 hours we were in San Francisco we packed a lot in including a trip to "The Rock." We knew we weren't there to be tourist, so we weren't disappointed when we couldn't tell the difference between the bay bridge and the golden state bridge or when we were greeted with rain, rain, and more rain. We weren't even disappointed when it came to the unappetizing breakfast calzones but it was all worth the 6 hour drive to finally see Tales to Suffice in all it's glorious printed form. I got choked up yet again not only seeing my husband get his hustle on and sharing his amazing talent to the world but to see his published comic book sitting on the SLG table, he shook his head in embarrassment when I wanted to buy 30 copies. This being my second time as a convention wife, I think I'm getting the hang of it, this time around though I didn't scare any of the other artists by shameless, enthusiastic promotion of my husband. I held back and let Ken whore himself.
This is me, a year older. Turning 28 was harder than I thought. I spent the day before under a blanket in bed, eating left over halloween candy, and drowning in realization of how the number keeps getting bigger, the hair is getting grayer, the metabolism is slower, the girls are less perkier, and mind is getting crazier. Luckily, Ken planned a relaxing, rejuvenating birthday weekend in Santa Barbara to get me out of this self loathing mood. With nights falling asleep to sounds of crashing waves and mornings waking up to beautiful sunrises what more can an old lady ask for. It was the exact place I go to in my head to harness my chi, gather myself, calm myself, center myself, or get away. It was my happy place in true, tangible form and I hated to leave, but was comforted knowing it's existence.
It has been an incredible birthday month so far. I'm a lucky, spoiled girl and with an amazing husband, wonderful friends, and a loving family I am truly blessed. I guess getting older isn't that bad, especially when it gives me the excuse to eat 2 birthday cakes and my weight in gobstopper cupcakes.
It occurred to me this morning while in the shower how crazy busy it has been for the Keil household. I realized this when I saw what was growing in my armpits. I evidently have become European. Maybe far too much information to share, but it just confirms the crazy busy. I confess that lack of grooming is due to pure exhaustion. The good kind of exhaustion, though. It's hard to get back into that day-to-day routine, when you've been spoiled with 2 weeks of playtime. It's also hard to jump back into reality knowing that the faces that make you happy aren't part of that day-to-day routine. Oh, the joys of growing up. All that aside, we’ve had a wonderfully exhausting past couple of weeks.
First the bestest came for a 5 day intro to SoCal. Hollywood, Disneyland, & Venice Beach gave her just a taste of my new stomping ground. Before I knew it was Sunday & we were back at LAX saying goodbye. We’ve already started planning our next adventure, but this time we’ll invite our other halves. 5 days weren’t nearly enough, and I miss her like something fierce.
Two work days later we were on the plane to the ATL, for the Valdez extravaganza. There are a few people I would climb ladders for, even a lesser number of people I would iron for. But for the Valdez’s I would not only climb ladders and iron, I would do it in heels. One of my favorite boys got married to an amazing girl. I knew she was the one when he told me she could recite/rap the entire Andre 3000 verse on Throw Some D’s Remix. The day was perfect, and hands down the best wedding DJ. We love Diwang and have fallen in love with Becca. Congratulations guys! Thankfully the last of my boys reassures me it will be at least a couple of years until I will have to iron or pluck eyebrows.
So back to reality, back to that day-to-day routine, back to shaving my armpits on a regular. Check the pictures here & here.
Ken & I decided to do something out of the ordinary, we played outside. Sunday, we voluntarily spent the whole day with nature & had way to much fun. Ken did a pretty good job summing the day up, but he did forget to mention one important thing, which was that we crossed 'eating trail mix on an actual trail' off of the life's to do list. Maybe I'm ready for a camping trip, well maybe RV camping trip, or maybe a bed & breakfast.
When they brought her home from the hospital, I imagine for me it was a roller coaster of emotions: excitement, happiness, curiosity, confusion, jealousy....Every emotion a girl has when they become a big sister or in my case an ate. Technically she's my cousin, but we've played like sisters, we've fought like sisters, our parents even dressed us alike, so I don't see her as any thing other than my little sister. So, in celebration of her 24th birthday, I've compiled a list of 24 things that make her great & what I absolutely adore (envy) about her.
24. She got the good hair.
23. She wears a size 0.
22. She can eat whatever she wants & still look amazing in a bikini.
21. She can sew.
20. She's an amazing writer.
19. She glides in 5 inch stilettos.
18. She can carry a conversation with my husband about hip-hop.
17. She's always is dressed cute & looks good in everything.
16. She's a great dancer.
15. She's incredibly intelligent.
14. She's a good listener.
13. She's a guys girl.
12. She's free spirited.
11. She owns brass knuckles.
10. She's Miss Independent.
09. She's courageous.
08. She's outgoing.
07. She's witty & quick.
06. She's funny.
05. She's stubborn.
04. She's blunt.
03. She knows how to correctly serve in ping pong.
I started my first online class at UOP Tuesday. I imagine it's the easiest class I'm going to have to take on this road to my BSN & since Tuesday I have had a total of 2 nervous breakdowns & at least a handful of panic attacks, some of which happened while I was at work, you know the work that requires me to keep people breathing.
It's a intro class, the kind of class you take your freshman year of college, the one that teaches you about good note taking, time management, & how to use the library. Pretty standard stuff, pretty much a joke, but yet gives me chest pain & heart palpitations. And to make matters worse, I have to remember what a predicate is (sorry mom) and know where I should place a comma or a semicolon. Hello, read my blogs, I obviously suck at grammar. Unless you can surgically take out a predicate or suture a comma, I don't know why I have to know where they go or what they are.
Its nursing school Ro all over again, you know the one that was incredibly stressed out, the Ro that couldn't relax, the Ro that was on anti-anxiety medication, the Ro that ate 3 steak, egg, & cheese bagels in an hour, she's back & more neurotic than ever.
i am woken up to this text message from my brother this morning.
*side note: He's in his 4 quarter of nursing school, which is obstetrics.
"So, I got my book for this quarter online and I got it yesterday. So being I'm dealing with babies and vaginas this quarter I thought to myself hmmmmm it should have some pics of a baby coming out. And i've heard what it looks like & how big it gets. I thought this should be kinda cool. Holy shit it is not cool. The book def has pics. Real ones not sketches. I cringed at the site. I'm sorry ate I'm sorry that one day that'll be you."
He makes me laugh & I miss him like something fierce.
I call it grits, Californians on the other hand call it cream of wheat.
I was reminded where I was the other day at work.
I was assigned the team that was right across from the nurses station, I had a slightly confused patient, who also happened to be hard of hearing. It was breakfast time, also the time most of our doctors make their rounds on their patients, point: the nurses station was busy. I was assisting my patient with her breakfast.
Me (as I'm removing the lid, also talking loud enough so she can hear me): What will you have in your grits? (giggles)
Me (louder, because she obviously can't hear me): Grits honey, what will you have in your grits? (laughter)
Co-worker (from outside the room): Ro, it's cream of wheat, not grits, you aren't in Louisiana anymore! (outburst of laughter)
Turns out they were laughing at me, & when I asked my patient what she'll have in her cream of wheat, she replies, "butter."
Guess you can take the girl out the south, but you can't take the south out the girl.
Tales to Suffice, is set to come out in October, but you can pre-order your copy, now. Today. Tomorrow. Ask to see the August issue of Preview Catalouge, flip to page 192 or 193 (thumbnail ad) & order a copy or 2 or 3 0r 60, whateves, it's totally a piece of cake & so incredibly worth it.
If you still can't bring yourself to step into a comic shop you can pre-order online here, here, & here.
On another note, Ken did a interview with J.K. Parkin of Newsarama. Check it out here, & yes Carol Lann, he is pretty awesome cartoonist.
Ken couldn't remember whether or not he took his medication. My question to him was simply, how many times have you found yourself in this situation? So, to officially make him an old man, I bought him a pill sorter, now he won't overdose on baby aspirin & antiarrythmic medication.
Tuesday, July 29th, Ken & I experienced our very first California earthquake, which lasted 30 seconds to long. Long enough to question whether or not we preferred hurricanes or earthquakes, I think we've decided to stay, until the next one I imagine, then we'll have too reevaluate.
Ken & I still can't believe how amazingly well this year's Comic Con went & how exciting it was to have people get excited about the debut of Tales To Suffice. A few days after we came back from San Diego, we get some pretty certifiably cool news that Tales To Suffice had made The Preview's Certified Cool List. And because our heads haven't already exploded with happiness, Tales gets a full page ad in the Preview Catalogue (page 192 of the August issue). It's so incredibly, unbelievably awesome, I can barely put into words.
Tales To Suffice is scheduled for release in October, but you can go to your local comic shop & pre-order a copy, you'll more than likely need the to know that the publisher is SLG(Slave Labor Graphics), but ask to see the August issue of the Preview Catalogue, flip to page 192 or 193 (thumbnail ad) & order, it's totally easy. The print run is determined by the pre-orders, so the more pre-orders, the more they print, obviously.
While my husband is becoming celebrity status in the comic industry, we also got a much need visit from my mother-in-law. I truly am lucky to have such an great mother-in-law, because I hear they aren't all so wonderful. We enjoyed a Saturday at the beach, a Sunday at the theater, & a Monday shopping, before we knew it we were back at LAX saying goodbye, it went by way too fast.
It's been a pretty crazy couple of weeks, & if the rest of August plays out like it has been, I may just need a nap.
This is what Ken says to me during the drive down to San Diego for NerdstockComic Con "The Con" 2008. With all the excitement of Ken actually being a "professional" this year, I completely forgot about the crazy/hectic/madness that is comic con. But the sudden smells of tuna, the storm trooper stepping on my feet, the 8 dollar bottle of water , the vast amount of camel toe, it was all worth it when I saw Ken sit behind the SLG booth,straighten out his postcards, & take his sketchbook out. It was in that moment, we mentally crossed off "get comic published" on our Life's To Do List. He's made it & I am proud, proud, proud of him, needless to say I cried at Comic Con. But, what can I say I'ma sucka for published artists.
He not only smells incredible, but he also is an incredibly talented cartoonist, designer, & writer. For the next 4 days, he gets to share his hard work, with approximately 120,000+ people dressed in Battlestar Galactica costumes. Comic Con won't know what hit 'em.
Have I mentioned how proud of him I am...words can't even express.