I’m Sick.

I hate being sick. Some people hate it because they don’t feel well. I hate it because I literally have to watch my time go into a swirling black abyss, never to be seen again. Being ill, I believe, is the most inefficient use of my time.

I could have gone to class today. Instead, I puked up a bunch of Advil.  I could have finished painting Caroline’s room. Instead, I curled up in a ball on the couch and imagined my headache had gone away. Twas nice imaginings.

Kaia Is Sick

Dramatic re-Enactment of Kaia’s Visualization Techniques

The worst part about whatever virus I’ve contracted is I can’t properly focus on words. I can’t read, I do not want to see any light, and trying to read anything makes me feel nauseous. It BLOWS.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Kaia, you are procrastinating. If you were really that sick and unable to look at words on a page, you wouldn’t be able to blog.” If you were to say that to me in real life, I’d tell you you were wrong.

You see I am, despite my aches and pains, feeling mentally pretty good right now. I have thwarted this sickness in a very meaningful way. Lately I have been working on my typing skills. I am finally to the point that I can type without needing to see my fingers for the most part, and I can, with some confidence, type without looking at the screen, either. So, I have turned the screen on my laptop off, closed my eyes, and gone to town writing this post in the relative darkness of my living room. Of course I will have some editing to do on the back end, but tis a small price to pay.

If I could write my virus a letter right now, it would go something like this:

Dear Virus,

I am tired of you and your antics. As you can see, your wreaking havoc on my organs is having blessed little effect on the more important things: my ego and my intellect. Once I feel well enough to swallow again, you best know I shall be recommencing battle sequences. I will be eating some crackers, followed by a dose of Advil washed down with Emergen-C. If I’m still feeling well after fifteen more minutes, I intend to take several doses of oregano oil, thereby making my blood a much less welcoming environment to your nasty self.

Once this is all over with, which I assure you will be much sooner than you had bargained for, I vow to do everything in my power not to let you or any of your mutated siblings mess up my life again. I’m going to stay relaxed about things, I’m going to go to the gym, and I am going to eat fewer Reese’s Puffs. While they are tasty, they have little nutritional value, and are not a good breakfast choice for champions like me.

Anyways, I hope you understand that things are about to get very uncomfortable for you, and that you act accordingly (by leaving).

Burn in hell,

Kaia Nicole

PS- Say hello to your parents for me. I hear they are disappointed in your relative weakness and lack of staying power.

Professor Wilks, You’re My Favorite

I was very excited on the first day of class. I was obscenely excited considering my first class was Civil Procedure. (I think it’s apparent from the name that the subject is pretty boring.) Then, we started class, and I sort of fell in love with Professor Wilks.

“But, Kaia!” you say, “I thought you were in love with Justin! What happens to him, now that you’re hot for teacher?!”

No, no. It’s not like that, ya’ll. Professor Wilks has a badass walker. I suspect he is nearing his seventies. He’s AWESOME. I am positive I love him only in a professional, completely appropriate professor-student (who he probably couldn’t pick out of a lineup) way.

First of all, my Civil Procedure class is really, really fun. He’s hilarious. He tells us all sorts of fun stories about his courtroom antics. When he defended insurance companies in personal injury cases, he used to work with a dream doctor… Apparently the guy didn’t believe in whiplash.

He comes up with uproarious hypotheticals. He asks tough questions. The best part? Between the laughing, I’m learning a lot. Today was the best class so far, and we had a pop quiz! Who likes classes with pop quizzes?!

Apparently I do. But I think Professor Wilks has more to do with liking that class than anything else.

Pie Palace, Law School, and Stepmomhood

I’m going to South Texas College of Law in the fall. That’s right, folks.  You read that correctly… I’m going to be an attorney. And I’m ridiculously excited. I found out my entire schedule the other day and was so psyched I tweeted. (That phrase, by the way, would probably conjure a very interesting visual image if said to someone unfamiliar with the verb “to tweet.” I’m sure it would be much more explicit than a blue bird.) Anyways, I rarely tweet, and for me to be that excited… Well, this is pretty momentous.

I have not been this excited about anything since I got into high school. The anticipation is killing me. I’ve called the admissions office at least twice a week (with a suitable excuse, er, question about my shot records or transcript) to make sure it’s all true. Part of me is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to call and say they made a mistake. As orientation draws closer, however, that part is shrinking and the excitement is growing. Of course, the fear of utter and complete failure is still there. Fear is probably a good thing in this case, however. If I’m not at least a little bit scared, then I don’t usually bother.

Which brings me to my next topic: there have been a LOT of things worth bothering with lately. I’ve basically been walking around in a semi-permanent fog of fear. It’s not bad, though, it just means that my bonus child is in town. So far we have been having a marvelous time. I introduced her this month to the wonder and joy that is a Dr. Pepper float. She is smitten. It’s not so much that I’m scared of her, I’m more afraid of messing up.

It’s hard to always know what to do for her or say to her. She asks the tough questions on a regular basis, and half the time I feel like there might be political fallout if I answer them either correctly or truthfully. “Kaia, do you believe in Jesus?” Ummm…

I really just want to make sure she knows how to keep herself happy, and that she has the confidence to find solutions to her problems. So many people don’t know how to do these simple things, and they’re so important! She’s on track though. She’s fabulous.

Caroline rode the Metro bus for the first time!

Enough about the family. Let’s think about something exciting:

House of Pies has changed their menu!!! 

Justin and I went over there for a date the other night, and I had a BLTEC. That is a BLT with Egg and Cheese on it. Yum. Yum. Yum.

Bacon Lettuce Tomato Egg and Cheese Sanwich

The BLTEC: One of the new additions to the House of Pies menu. Yum.

He had a Texas Cheeseburger. That is a cheeseburger with fried strips of jalapeño.

Justin looks handsome on our House of Pies date. He is the Most Handsome Man In The World, by far. That is why I constantly address his emails and fridge notes as “Dear MHMITW, …”

I love that place. It’s such a wonderful date spot… Or just a rad place to pie it alone for a mid-afternoon snack. I highly recommend pie-ing it alone. That means not only that you don’t have to share, but also that you can have a second slice without judgmental (or jealous) eyes upon you. Not that I’ve ever done anything weird like sitting by myself in a diner and having two or three slices of pie by myself…