The Perfect Morning

The first thing I want to do in the morning is soak in a wonderfully scalding, bubbly bath with… Candles that smell like honeysuckle, or maybe gardenia all around the room. I want to sip on a glass of my favorite moscato (which has an incredibly Italian name that I can remember how to spell at the moment), while I squeezed my eyes closed and listen to the Civil Wars, or other similar mellow indie music.

I want to relax. I want reflect on the day I’m about to have, plan it all out in my head so I feel like I’m in control. That’s important to me, being in control. It seems like everything has been crazy lately and I’m just exhausted. I don’t micromanage, that’s a promise, but I really do enjoy having a plan and doing my very best to stick to it.

I want to… Sit on my hugely comfortable couch in an incredibly soft sweater and drink an enormous mug of overly-sugar Earl Grey tea (instead of coffee, I’m a tea kind of lady). I want to spend my early morning watching a terrible romantic drama/comedy on Netflix instead of being productive. I swear, by 11 AM, I’ll be doing my “chores”, but… Mornings are for enjoying sunshine, those last couple of minutes on the cool side of the pillow before you get out of bed, and those comfortable “I’m so glad I woke up beside you” hugs.

This entire… Gaggle of nonsense was birthed by a plate of cantaloupe that I had as a snack at 1 AM. I don’t necessarily know why. I was also watching this cute little romantic comedy called One Small Hitch. I would recommend it to any lonely, or ridiculously happy-in-their-relationship female.

It is now 2 AM though, my movie has ended and I’ve turned on Roseanne reruns. I feel like it’s probably time to try and sleep. I’ve tried before. It didn’t work then, probably won’t work now, but I’ll try anyway.

Goodnight, all!

Kylee

Some of Us Are Looking at the Stars

So, I lied just a bit, I guess I do have a bit more to say today.

I’m sitting in my bed, watching the 1991 movie, “The Butcher’s Wife”, starring Jeff Daniels and a very blonde Demi Moore. The blonde really works for her, by the way.

Anyway, the movie starts with Demi Moore living on an island off the coast of the Carolinas, so somewhere off the southern part of the east coast.

Blah, blah, blah, none of that is important. The movie isn’t the point in the post, the point is that I decided to tell you all about a vision I have for myself.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I am rather afraid of the ocean. I don’t like the idea of not really know what’s ACTUALLY down there. I mean, not all of it has been completely discovered. I guess it’s mostly the whole “unknown” thing that scares me.

Regardless of that, I have always gotten this specific scene stuck in my head: A house on the beach, or on some kind of island, like where the witches live in the movie “Practical Magic” (Sandra Bullock, Nicole Kidman, and even Stockard Channing…). Somewhere that has an actual farmer’s market with locally grown produce, not stuff flown in from Mexico.

If I’m so afraid of the ocean, why in the world do I keep thinking I’m supposed to live right by the sea?

Maybe I’m supposed to write that into a book. Honestly, that might be exactly why it’s caught up in my brain.

Talking about moving to Tennessee with Jarrett after the whole Marine Corps thing sounds equally as wonderful, since Chattanooga has the farmer’s market on Sundays, places to hike and camp, bars/pubs (since we both quite enjoy the fire water), and BEAUTIFUL houses (not going to lie, I totally looked into the housing market there. Jarrett knows this, of course.) that really aren’t that expensive. Mind you, I haven’t been there yet, but he’s spent plenty of vacation time there since he was about fourteen. He’s swears up and down that I’ll love it, that I’ll never want to leave. We’re going there for a week in August and I’m stupidly excited.

I’m hoping that since the two major military bases in the country are in California and North Carolina, I’ll end up somewhere close to a beach and I can find out if all these ideas have any kind of merit. I’ve only ever been to the beach once (unless you count just stopping by on the way to Disney World when I was about six…) when I was sixteen. It was Orange Beach on the Florida/Alabama state line and it just seemed to be… Gray. Everything was gray and since I don’t eat seafood, I pretty much lived off of snack foods and grilled chicken salad, no matter what restaurant we went to. I’d like to have a better experience with a beach, like… My family’s timeshare includes Hawaii and Aruba, as well as many other very nice beaches. I’d very much so like to visit one of those, mostly Hawaii.

We’ll see what I can plan, when we’re not broke. I don’t intend on spending every single leave he ever gets in Arkansas, after all. I am DETERMINED to take real vacations, for us to spend time together, just the two of us, you know? I’m super family-oriented, but I’m also rather Jarrett-oriented, haha.

I figured that I’ve spouted off enough nonsense on this one. I hope this one was a bit more entertaining.

Here’s a quote from “The Butcher’s Wife” that I quite enjoyed.

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

Kylee

Fly, Bella : Updated

If you’re an actual follower, which I can’t really expect many to be, really, I’m sure that you noticed that I   changed a few things around Fly, Bella. Mainly the theme, of course. I wanted things to be a bit more… Colorful around here. Being a bit hippie-ish and the daughter of an elementary art teacher, I was always surrounded by color, at least in my own mind and personal wardrobe.

Besides the theme, I added links to where you can find me at other points of social media: Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest. Maybe you’ll  find some of those super interesting. Who knows? You’ll find those to the left of the page, under the “Find Me” portion, directly under my email address. Right underneath “Find Me”, you’ll see my four most recent Instagram photos, that way you can see into a bit of my personal world. If you skip down a bit more, you’ll see a spiffy little box that’s currently counting down to Jarrett and mine’s six month “anniversary”. To be honest, I couldn’t think of anything else to count down to at the moment. Our trip to Tennessee is after our “anniversary” (and I’m not 100% on the dates for that trip…), so I figured that would fit just fine.

I guess those are the only real changes around here. Now, I edited my “About Me” page a week or so ago, then changed some junk on the “Find Me” page yesterday, but mostly, just took stuff off.

There really isn’t much else to discuss at the present time. I mean, Jurassic World was really good last night. Jarrett loved it and the surprise at the end was pretty cool, so nothing negative to say there at all, but… That’s about it.

I hope you all have a great rest of your afternoon! Thanks so much for reading all of my pointless junk!

Kylee

Happy Birthday, Kole!

Today is literally day nine of being stupidly sick. Luckily, the migraine is nearly gone, but the stomach pain? No. Getting sick? No. And now, I feel like someone beat me with a baseball bat. I am SO sore. I feel like I’ve had the flu for a month. Worst part? Doctors seem to be nonexistent right now and I hate to be dramatic enough to go to the ER. It’s damn near to that point though, I’m so tired of being… Tired.

Most importantly though, today is my handsome nephew’s third birthday 😀 I simply cannot believe that it  has already been three years since I held him for the first time. He used to be so little and adorable, now he’s HUGE and so funny and he likes fried pickles as much as I do.

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This picture is from just about a week ago, when he won a sheep-riding contest at a rodeo. Mind you remember that my sister and brother-in-law live in Texas and think that’s the coolest thing. Me? Not so much, really.

Also, tonight is the premier of Jurassic World (the movie, obviously) and we’re going to the 8:15 PM show  at the local theater. Jarrett is ridiculously excited for it. He was one of those guys that grew up with Jurassic Park t-shirts, plastic dinosaurs all over the place, and a love for ancient stuff. I’m happy to go watch it with him just because he’s looking forward to it so much.

Speaking of movies and such, I’d just like to say that Netflix is annoying the heck out of me as of late. I can’t seem to ever find a single stinkin’ thing to watch, nothing is very entertaining, and I get tired of it acting like I like insipid movies about sorority girls because I watched Legally Blonde one time. Currently, I’m watching James and the Giant Peach. Of course, this isn’t one of the annoying things on Netflix. I grew up watching this movie and it’s one of my favorites, for sure. Can you imagine how GREAT that peach smelled, being that big? I think I’d pass out from pure pleasure. Every single time we walk by the boxes of peaches in the grocery store, Jarrett and I pause to just inhale for a minute or two. I love that smell so much. There might not be anything better at all.

I guess I’ll go ahead and end this here. It’s pretty much all drivel anyway. Nothing of real importance. I’ll try to find something awesome to write about next time, but for now, I bid you adieu!

Kylee

Catch Up Time!

Holy cow, I do apologize.

So. Much. Stuff. Has. Been. Happening.

I’m not even going to try to tell you every little thing that’s happened. It would take the next two days. I don’t have the time for that, to be honest.

One thing that was important is going to Texas for three days in March. I finally got to visit my adorable niece and Jarrett got to meet my sister, brother-in-law, and my niece and nephew. It was a nice visit, but I LOATHE Texas…

I have been sick, like bed-ridden sick, for the past three days. Today is the fourth and I am exhausted. Over the past nine months or so I have been trying to get my anxiety and bipolar disorder under control and, of course, that means taking a hundred different kinds of pills, searching for one that will actually work.

As you might know, pills for those sort of things generally come with migraines as a side-effect. I was diagnosed with chronic migraines when I was five years old. Over the past six months, my migraines have grown incredibly worse. They’ve gone from one or two a month with added nausea, to one or two a week with temporary blindness, numbness in my hands and feet, and dizziness that makes it really difficult to walk.

Obviously, needless to say, that’s what I’ve been dealing with this week. Since I sit at a desk, take phone calls, and work on a computer, these migraines make it very hard to actually function at work. Luckily, I have this crazy leave in the system that lets me miss for my headaches without getting in trouble, but they’re still getting to the point of being ridiculous.

Having talked to a specialist, who explained that the medications that I’ve tried are more than likely what’s made the migraines worse, I’ve decided to look into alternate forms of “medication”, the most prevalent one being the use of an emotional support dog, a service dog trained to deal with an owner who has mental “disabilities” like PTSD, or, like me, an anxiety disorder.

Since Jarrett and I are buying a German Shepherd (at some point! My frickin time frame keeps getting pushed back.), which are commonly used as service dogs, we decided to train the one we get to be my emotional support dog. Jarrett always knew that our dog will be his buddy, but he’ll be my baby. All of my pets end up stuck to me like glue. I basically get addicted to them and them to me.

The breeder we’ve chosen, whom I’ve become pretty good friends with over the past couple of months, knows all about my health issues and it helping us choose the perfect pup to fit our needs. Not only will he be a service dog, but he’ll also have to hike and camp with us. We are very outdoorsy folks, after all. We’ve visited and played with puppies twice, once in April and once in May. I absolutely ADORE them.

Well, anyway, that’s what I’m going through personally at the moment. Now, Jarrett… He’s doing some other crazy stuff.

He has decided to join the Marine Corps.

This is not a rash, spur of the moment decision that he made. Jarrett was in ROTC in high school, ended up being the Battalion Commander by the end of it all, and he was also on the school’s shooting team. He can blindfold himself, take apart his AK-47, then put it back together in just a couple of minutes. The only reason he didn’t join right after he graduated was because he wants a family. He was so worried that he’d join, become a lifer, and never get a chance to have the family that he craves.

Of course, it’s incredibly frightening. I mean, the military is scary and Marines are pretty hardcore, so just about anything could happen. I’m looking on the bright side of everything, simply trying to think about the fact that it’s a fantastic way to get to travel.

Since it’ll be next spring before he signs papers, we’ll be together for over a year then. I hope that after the weeks and weeks and weeks of work he has to do before he finds out where he stationed that he gets stationed in California, at Fort Pendleton. I mean, Alaska, Hawaii, or Japan would be cool options too, they are less likely. Most of the Marines I know are stationed in California. (Although, a friend of mine’s little brother did just get sent to Japan for two years.) Neither of us are very big “beach bums” since we both have a pretty dumb fear of the ocean (don’t ask…), so Alaska would pretty awesome. Jarrett wants to hunt big animals like… Elk, or something and I like how beautiful the nature is there. The twenty-four-hour sunshine is pretty spiffy too. (The twenty-four-hour darkness is what would freak me out. I’m a bit afraid of the dark…) An old friend from high school just married an Army man and they live in Alaska now. She’s been posting GORGEOUS pictures on social media. I’m stupidly jealous, truthfully.

Now, the less pretty stuff is that I’ve moved out of my house. It IS mine, so it’s not going anywhere, but I hated living there and with the way my health is right now, I’ve barely been making my bills. My parents asked me to move back into their house, so I decided that it would probably be my best option. I am now living in the spare bedroom at my parent’s, enjoying mom-cooked meals and all the love from our family’s Cavalier King Charles spaniels and the Chihuahua who loves me more than anyone else ever. It’s nice to not have to pay utilities.

Blah, blah, blah. So there’s your brief glance into what has become my life. Things are nice and stressful, but at least I have fun things to look forward to in the future. Maybe marrying the most phenomenal man on the planet, getting to move somewhere that I’ve never even visited before, and getting a wonderful canine creature to spend all of my time with. I’ll end this here, for now, but I’ll be back when I have something worth talking about and as thanks for reading all of this, here’s a new picture of that handsome man and I. This is from my birthday, which was in April. We were on our way to visit German Shepherd puppies for the first time.

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Kylee