the pitter patter of tiny scissors

You will all be happy to know that you will soon be aunts. Well, not soon soon. But like 9 months soon. Travis and I are very excited even though it doesn't feel like anything is really happening right now. I don't look different or feel different (thank goodness no morning sickness yet, except I get a little bit of heart burn at night and a little queezy.) The biggest difference right now is the bloat factor. Let's just say that Metamucil is not just for the elderly any more.

These are just some highlights from the wedding!

Choplettes unite minus two

Yes its true this is a posting from PNUT. but after our recent trip to SD I felt too inspired to let this non-poster attitude go on any longer. The occasion: The Chip& Becky wedding. Glorious in all aspects. I cried from being touched at the ceremony and I cried from laughter at Horton plaza when the bird slash dragon pooped on beanies head. From the over crowded luxury rooms at the Fallbrook lodge to the spinning dance circle around the bride and groom at the reception, it was a total hit. Thank you to all for reminding me that people like you do exsist and the world is better place because of it.

Would you like that with whipped cream?

Just look where our lives have taken us. The Choplettes are getting older and growing every day. We do hair, we love others occasionally, we seek careers and we sell pie. Or at least I do. This was to be a summer of rest and relaxation mingled with adventure. Never did I imagine that I would come out on top...or should I say, with a cherry on top. Warmed up? Ala mode? Or, in a box to go? These are the questions I asked and asked until I won. The seven day pie selling contest at the local diner where I work (Shari's) caught me by surprise. Then I realized I wasn't really interested. Well, I won anyway, and I got a thermos. A really cool one with the Shari's logo on it. Stainless steel and green on the outside. I can't wait until Fall classes when the leaves start to turn and I can whip out my thermos full of hot coco right in the middle of class and count how many people begin to drool. And before that, when it's still hot and miserable out I can fill it with ice and when people ask, "What did you accomplish this summer?" I'll say, "That's a good question. Why don't I show you?"

gas

Tonight my friend Brian was over visiting. We have been good friends for about 8 months now. We were having a pretty great, yet intense conversation. As the night was wrapping up I moved and let out a small toot. And Then I said oops, sorry I tooted. And he was so weirded out. He says he has never had a girl fart in front of him, and claim it. I figured there was nothing else I could do, plus it was so little, that I wasn't that embarrassed. Oh how funny. A minute after it happened he left, he could handle what had just happened.

Lily's influence

Maybe it was just a matter of time, but finally after being left alone in Provo with Lily as the only other Choplette she may have finally gotten to me. I can say I never really saw this coming, and I am still uncomfortable with it, but today I make an official declaration for all Choplettes to hear around the world: I love hip hop music.

I know some of you might be checking your pulses at this moment, and do I blame you? Absolutely not. I, in fact, am checking my own pulse.

I don't exactly know how it happened but I know it did. Over the past 2 weeks I have attended 2 hip hop concerts! The first one (Talib Kweli) may possibly be the best concert I have ever attended. The music blew my mind, and I had more fun than I could have ever hoped for. There was lots of throwing my hands in the air which lead to pure joy.

This Lily and I shaking it at the Mos Def show.

naC uoy daer siht?

Ebyam nehw I trats ym golb I lliw etirw ni edoc dna teg yllaer doog. sthguohT?

This is a test.

Maybe I need to start blogging this summer so peeps can keep up with me. This is a test to gauge interest in me actually doing a blog. I personally think that no one will read them or comment on my blogs and tell me what I need to hear. Like, "Lily, you are one in a million." Or, "Lily, I wish I were more like you." Or, "Lily, I wish I had one of you in every color!" We all have reasons for having blogs. I want mine to boost my self esteem. Too bad no one will ever see this post. I support that. Go, make friends in the real world while you still can.

do i wash the nalgene or throw it away?

it was a mess. i was in the library during finals week and my eyes started burning and my ears started leaking and i realized it was my brain and i tried to catch as much as i could and put it in a nalgene bottle but i'm pretty sure i lost a good portion, especially the part about heidegger and i was really annoyed because i had spent two hours in a study session that morning and had a bunch of new stuff in there. thankfully all the info about immanuel kant was captured in the nalgene and i was able to use a jamba juice straw to suck it back in. i didn't realize i could suck with my ears. it wouldn't have worked with any other straw because jamba juice straws are the thickest and i must have looked funny walking through the wilk with half a brain in my head and most of the other half in liquid form in my nalgene. i hope no one slipped on my trail of brain drips and there's a big pink globby stain now in the first floor of the library near the big drawers of maps. no one saw my brain oozing out, they were all so into their studying. a little man with his pants pulled up really high walked by but acted as if he had seen it all before. i wondered if i should put it on ice but it was pretty cold outside so i decided it would be okay to just hold in my hand without ice. i hate brainfreeze anyway.

thoughts on heaven

I read this book yesterday called Missing May. It is about a little girl and her uncle that are grieving the death of her dear aunt. At one point in the book she is speaking of her dead aunt and said, "May always liked the weird ones best, the ones you couldn't peg right off. She must be loving it up in heaven, where I figure everybody must just let loose. That’s got to be at least one of the benefits of heaven – never having to act normal again."
I figured this should give all of us choplettes a little hope and a little peace in our souls.

Choplette

check out "Choplette" on Urban Dictionary.

New Book

I bought a book last night called "Ivy and Bean." It is about 2 girls that are best friends, I think they messed up on the title and meant to put Lily instead of Ivy. What if the book really is about Lily and I. What if someone stole our story and put it in a kids book? What if they stole our soles?

I feel like this blog is working out really well, don't you?

Greeting Card Business/"Missing You"

The Choplettes are a special group of girls. We are adventurers and entrepreneurs. We are spunky and wild. We are fun and imaginative. One of our business ideas has been to start a greeting card line with hilarious photos of ourselves on the covers. Imagine Kim without her tooth in wishing someone a Happy Birthday. Imagine Scary Mary on Halloween, or the Oompah Loompahs on St. Patrick's Day. The possibilities are endless (kind of like the discount bin in a craft store). Last night Kaylene and I went on a tandem bicycle ride and I was inspired. The sky was clear and the stars shone bright. The breeze was lovely and our rhythm was right. Kaylene dropped me off at my house and I left her to ride home alone. I stayed outside for a minute to make sure she could "blast off" alone. She could, but it was sad. It was sad because at that moment I realized that a tandem bicycle should never be ridden solo. It goes against nature and it looks pathetic. So here's my point. One of our cards needs to have someone riding down the street alone on a tandem bicycle. The air is clear, the trees are green, but something is missing. Something is unsettling. You open the card and inside it reads, "Missing You." I think that this would be a highly emotional card. What do you girls think? Please feel free to post more Greeting Card ideas, for posterity.

PMS

Ok......I hate to have to make this particular post about something like PMS, but i can't help myself because it defines me at the moment. I feel that it defines me for several reasons but the most obvious reason to me seems to be the fact that from the moment my coworker pulled out her irritating little sandwich bag full of baby carrots and then commenced to actually eat them within my range of hearing I have been silently hoping that she would die. Is that normal?? I don't think so. Nor is it normal for me to have within my soul a deep desire to eradicate the world of all carrots so that i NEVER again have to hear someone chewing louder than a horse. You would think it would be impossible for someone to chew that loud--but you would be wrong. My next post will be much more cheerful, but it was either vent or commit murder and I felt like this would be the lesser of the two evils.

Pictures

So, Lily and I agree that the pictures of Erin and Becky are far to normal. Unfortunately it was the best I could do, so could you all dig into your picture files and help me get this problem fixed, we can't have any normal pictures floating around... it just wouldn't be right.

Shake that Laffy Taffy

On Saturday night Erin, Becky, Chip, Danny(Erin's brother), and some of Erin's Washington friends and I went and saw Bridge to Teribithia. Before we went Erin and I stopped by a gas station to pick up some treats, we decided on taffy. It was the best decision I have made in years. I didn't realize how much I love taffy, it brings such joy. We ate almost the whole bag during the movie. And went and bought some more today. Oh the joys of salt water taffy! For some strange reason they remind me of the Wollenziens house, I remember Donna having a drawer full of taffy at one point. In fact I think that might have been the last time I ate taffy. Today the taffy I bought only cost 68 cents we were all shocked. Lily said, "I was surprised at how cheap they were especially because of what hard work goes into making taffy. Taffy pullers have such big muscles..." We all laughed .

On to the shaking of the laffy taffy. Last night "the gang" gathered together so everyone could get a chance to stare at Erin. We had a great night, somehow it ended up with Becky and Chip blowing up long balloons (the kind you make balloon animals with) and attaching them to me as a tail. Moments later I was dancing for the whole crowd shaking my tail and doing some pretty technical moves... The favorite move of the night was when I bent over trying to catch my tail through my legs and my tail would bob up and down becoming impossible to reach, everyone laughed, but my guess is they were all thinking, wow kaylene really is the weird one. And maybe there is some truth to that sentence or maybe I just got a little hyphe (if you don't know what this is look it up in the urban dictionary on line). You never can quite "tail" with these things.

The weekend

Erin came to Provo this weekend, and let's be honest it could have been one of the greatest weekends of my life. There was so much laughter and fun and Rubio's.

I need to give a shout out in Lily's direction. The hunger banquet was this weekend and she played a huge part in the planning and execution, plus she gave a speech which was awesome and inspiring. Good Job Lils!!

UNITE!!!!

As many of you may already know I have recently entered the blogging world, and have fallen in love with it. It has become therapeutic for me in some strange way. So I have decided to start up a group blog. The purpose of this blog is to create a place where all the choplettes can come and post thoughts, pictures, ideas and general life info so we can all know what is going on in each others life. So, POST AWAY!!!