The great debaters.

Tonight, I decided to go out to dinner with my parents, my youngest sister (Mary), my grandma, and my aunt. I love them all, but about halfway through the meal, Mary and I were reading the same expression on eachother's faces: GET ME OUT OF HERE.

Reminder to the family: I love you all. BUT, every time my dad and his sister get in a room together, it ends up looking like this:

Or maybe more like this:



OR EVEN THIS:

Okay, okay, don't panic. It MAY not have been as intense as the kittie samurais. But still, it was messy enough to send the rest of us into a state of THIS:

Therefore, I hereby make a request for my dear father and his dear older sister to, from now on, refrain from "debating" (ahem...fighting) over these topics:

• Politics
• Education
• Health Care
• Race
• Wealth
• Right vs. Wrong
• Good vs. Evil
• Ignorance vs. Genius
• Vampires vs. Wolves (I just see this getting messy)

In the emergency situation where no conversation can be established, I offer these generally acceptable topic suggestions :

• The weather.
• The deliciousness of ice cream.
• How Rhode Island is neither a road, nor an island.
• How lucky they are to have me in their family.
• The weather.
• How great Irish people are.
• The Hangover (they both like the movie)
• Books (only those having nothing to do with politics, religion, health care, race, religion, right vs. wrong, ignorance vs. genius, or vampires vs. wolves)
• The weather.

I'll see if anyone else in my family is willing to sign the petition. I'm sure I can at least get their five other siblings involved. What do you think? =)


Peace,

Kelly

Hey jealousy.

I never thought I'd be the jealous type, but last night I shamefully acted like a five-year-old when my boyfriend wouldn't get off the computer.

I haven't been in very many relationships, so I'm definitely not an expert... but I've noticed lately I'm picking up that awful girly habit of thinking that he should always know exactly what I'm thinking at exactly every moment, and do the exact thing that will make me happy. I told myself I would never be this way, but there I was: huffing and puffing and throwing a fit like a big bad wolf-woman.

Okay, so I guess it wasn't as major as blowing a house down. But after trying to drop some hints to him over the span of a couple hours, and realizing I was failing in my attempt to distract him, I eventually got up from the couch and very loudly asked, "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER YOU'LL BE?" When he said he wanted to do some more school work, I felt steam blow out of my ears. "FINE. I'M GOING TO GO UP TO BED. I TRIED."

And I huffed and I puffed all the way up the stairs.

Of course, the girl inside my head was thinking: Oh, this will show him. He'll see how upset I am and he'll chase after me, and everything will be fixed! TIP FOR THE GUYS OUT THERE: A girl always wants you to follow her when she storms away from you.

But of course my boyfriend, being dedicated to his academia, didn't chase after me. I don't blame him.

I didn't have any brothers growing up. The only males I had around were my guy friends, who all were like-minded in the opinion that they would NEVER turn down the attention from a girl if it was offered to them. Of course, this was the mindset of basically all males of the high school age (at least the ones that got together every Wednesday night to watch Star Trek... you guys know I love you), but I carried the belief with me all the way up to yesterday evening.

Dyke (yes, that is my boyfriend's name, get over it) explained to me that this is one of the many double standards that exists when it comes to how men behave. Sometimes there ARE other things more important than spending time with one's girlfriend, I guess.

It took a night's rest to come to my senses. I should be glad he proved my theory false, because if it was true, it would have meant that he just wasn't attracted to his girlfriend enough to get away from something less important.

So, dear wonderful boyfriend, I am going out of my way today to apologize to you in front of the entire world wide web, in hopes that you'll forgive my silly, childish, emotional antics. And I want to thank you for, even after my temper tantrum, cleaning the whole kitchen and dining room today while my jealous ass went to work.

I'm lucky to have him. Hopefully I don't get in another mood like last night's, but if I do, I'll just have to go to greater lengths to distract him. Little Red Riding Hood outfit, perhaps? ;)