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  • My Most Prized Possession…

    …used to be my computer. Now it’s this:

    Hands

    Every year the youth group at my church puts on a “Sweetheart Banquet” as a fundraiser for the summer mission trip. Last year David and I attended together and even though we had been dating for a few weeks beforehand, it was the first night that I realized I was truly interested in a relationship with him as a potentially serious thing.

    David and I spent the entire day together Saturday at his house doing schoolwork. In the evening as we were getting ready for the Sweetheart Banquet his dad called to ask if we would swing by their house on our way to the church to let out their dog, Niko. They live only a minute from the church, and they had been gone awhile because they work with the youth group. So we went over, and when we got there both doors were locked. (This was not part of the plan.) We had to drive to the church, get a key, and then go back. On the way David told me that he had to go to the bathroom and asked me to get Niko.

    I walked into the room where Niko was in his crate, and I went straight to let him out. I didn’t even notice at first that there was a little table set up not two feet away with roses, candles, flower petals, and Hershey Kisses on it. I didn’t see it until I heard David come in the room behind me and I turned around to face him. When I did, he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. I said, “Of course!” It was perfect timing because then we got to go up to the church and tell my family and all of our church friends at once.

    Sweethearts

    My dad’s reaction to our engagement:

    • Asked David’s mom, Alice, how much French blood David has in him (my dad was born in England, and Alice’s mother is French. He had to come to terms with the fact that his grandchildren will be 1/8 French).
    • Ordered us not to schedule the wedding on a Saturday afternoon because it’ll be college football season.
    • Announced that he wants three kids minimum out of us.

    Cleo was also excited for me when I told her. She’s going to gain a daddy and two new sisters, Eddy and Sydney!

    I let her try on my ring:

    Cleo wearing ring

    I think it fits me a little better.

  • Zzzzz

    I’ve had a problem for as long as I can remember with falling asleep when I shouldn’t. It happens basically anytime I’m not actively engaged in an activity. For example: in class, at work, while driving. It’s not that I stay up late or don’t get enough sleep. I get at least 6-7 hours of sleep a night, and I start getting very tired around 8:30 or 9 p.m. In fact, I am pretty much starting to shut down right now. This drives Boyfriend David crazy because he is a night person.

    Obviously the falling asleep while driving thing is dangerous, and I’ve gotten better at handling that by calling someone or pulling over when it starts to happen. Falling asleep in class isn’t the end of the world to me. It’s not good when it happens at work, though, and I really hope no one catches me.

    But today my clinical group of 8, plus my instructor, met for pre-conference. A man from APS came and showed us a video and then talked to us about the services they provide. We were in a small room with only ten people present, and I was sitting right next to the guy. I wasn’t bored – he was interesting – but the sleep came over me and although I fought it with all of my willpower I could not overcome it.

    I thought that I was concealing it, but after the presentation was over and the man left, my instructor pulled me aside. “Are you getting enough rest?” she asked me. In a very polite and concerned manner she proceeded to tell me that she has noticed me sleeping on multiple occasions and at different times of day. She said that it was embarrassing when I was sleeping during the presentation. She told me that I should talk to a doctor about this issue because people will perceive me to be rude or lazy when that’s not the case.

    I was so embarrassed. I seriously doubt that I have any kind of medical issue that makes me especially tired because I don’t have any other symptoms. David says I just do too much and that I need to take in more caffeine if I want to continue my current lifestyle.

    Do any of you struggle with something similar? I don’t understand why I’m tired all the time. It is extremely frustrating.

  • What’s Going On Here?

    Things are a little different around here, as you can see. I’ve been blogging at kapachino.info for over a year now, and after awhile I started wanting a change. It was only a month ago that I realized, hello? My very own brother is a graphic and web designer! So I asked him to completely redesign my blog as a birthday gift, and he very willingly complied.

    Brother David is employed by Rice University where he designed and maintains, among others, the Coffeehouse website and the Recreation Center website. Sometimes he takes on freelance jobs, too. His own website is under construction, but I have seen it in the works and it is very cool.

    So welcome to the new kapachino blog! I hope you enjoy it. There will be some new features coming soon, and I’ll update you on those as we get there. But in the meantime, leave a comment with some love, because I know David worked really hard on this and I greatly appreciate it.

  • Super Tuesday?

    In the weeks leading up to “Super Tuesday”, whenever I heard the day spoken of in such a way I would smile to myself because the day happened also to be my birthday. I liked to think that that was the real reason it was super.

    As I mentioned before, I’ve decided to give up sweets for Lent, which starts today. That made Super Tuesday Fat Tuesday as well. My plan was to basically wallow in chocolate the entire day. I figured that would be a good way to celebrate.

    Unfortunately I needed to take advantage of the opportunity to work a clinical shift yesterday, so instead I spent the day in the ICU sucking out churned-up stomach contents through a tube and then putting it back into the patient.

    I also had a headache the entire day that I was barely keeping at bay by gobbling ibuprofen, but when I got home it came at me in full force. Boyfriend David had done so many sweet things for me that I couldn’t even appreciate fully because I was just so out of it. What made me the most sad was that he had bought me a piece of chocolate cake and ice cream, and I couldn’t even eat it.

  • Walking Cleo

    Lately, while walking Cleo, I’ve caught her trying to roll in another dog’s feces. This has happened before. I don’t always catch her before she does it, either, because yeah, dogs are weird and they like excrement. I will let her sniff it to her heart’s content, but wiping her face in it? No. Absolutely not, that is unacceptable.

    Also, last week she bit my leg and bruised it. She was just nipping, because she got really excited, but I did not appreciate it.

    I really can’t stay mad at her long though, because she gives me something to cuddle with at night, which I desperately need, and it gives me so much pleasure when she licks my feet. Also, she’s just really cute. And Boyfriend David likes her.