Moms

I love my family and friends coworkers. They're the best. They aren't, however, perfect and I found that out when my readership suddenly and without warning increased.

"You should start a blog." -Kelsey

"Okay, nobody would read it anyways, why not?"- Me (albiet a bit more naive)

type type type type type..... Publish Post..... Click.

"Hey Kayla I like your blog" -Coworker 1

"You have a blog? Hey everybody, Kayla has a blog!" -Coworker 2

"Someone told me you had a blog"- all other coworkers

"We were all reading your blog at work today" - Mom

"My dad said he likes your blog"-Aaron Mize

"Mommy showed me your blog"-Dad

"Can I link your blog on my blog? Danielle did on her blog!"- Erin

It's being passed around like a peace pipe people! It's getting to a point that my blog is synonymous with the Lindbergh baby.

So now I fret with every word that I write that I must please the people! Now I know why celebrities get addicted to crack and start rambling about tiger blood.

Drawing

Since I have nothing else to post, I will post a new picture that Aaron and I created. It's insanely beautiful.

Staying Entertained in Waco, TX

Aaron and I like to play a game where we draw a picture together. Each person takes a turn adding something until we decide it can't get any better, or will otherwise only get worse. (Like when you're younger and you draw an amazing picture then you color it and you're like, "crap.")

This was our first masterpiece:

My favorite personal additions are: Native American (now I want a tootsie pop Kelsey), pinky fingernails, and giant high five

And our second:

This one actually borders on terrifying.

Because my life is boring and I have nothing much to blog about, Aaron and I have decided to make it a regular feature on the blog and try to put up a new one each week. So get ready for exceedingly boring posts of our alarmingly strange art.

Also, doesn't this remind you of those pictures where you're given a page with one line and you have to incorporate it into your own drawing? I had to do that for my gifted and talented program test and I drew a couch and a rug. Still not sure why I was chosen.

Side note, another part of the GT test was reading a story aloud. I had never red the word canoe before and assumed that the word before me was pronounced "can-oh". It wasn't. Embarrassing.

Not as embarrassing as crying while reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" out loud.... ah hem.

It's not easy being popular

I have a blog. It has two followers. This means nobody reads it (thank goodness). I also have annoying coworkers....who know how to google. My once "secretive" blog is now a public joke. Thanks guys.... or GUY.

During soccer today I played goalie. It was going great because my team was way better. Then a guy (who swears profusely every time he shanks the ball) shot as hard as he could and I, being the selfless goalie, threw my body into the goalpost trying to save it.... I missed........they scored. I am writing this post with a bag of ice wrapped around my arm because of my dedication to a health performance class in which approximately three people actually know how to play soccer. What's the Christian version of fml?

Pontius Pilate

Weird me:

So I was in "big church" on Sunday at home in Allen and the sermon was on Pontius Pilate. There happened to be this lovely picture of him on every slide in the powerpoint presentation.

Naturally this inspired my artistic creativity..... and they wouldn't put so much blank space in the bulletin if they didn't encourage doodling....right? Right. Ergo my first version of Pilate:

When I leaned the paper over to show Aaron we both snorted in a pathetic attempt to hold our laughter in. Aaron thinks my Pilate is something akin to Voldemort:

I don't know how he could possibly think that.

Naturally, attempt one was a failure... so I tried again:

I realize this looks like an Incan/Aztecan emperor. When I was drawing Pilate's roman guard helmet, you know the ones that look like red brooms glued on a hat, I realized (after Aaron so aptly pointed it out) that the fringe does not indeed go sideways, but forward. So I did my best with what I had and drew this guy to hide my idiocy.

So maybe my blog shouldn't be weird family, weird life... maybe it should be "I attract all weirdness"