Thursday, March 30, 2006

Hello? Is that you?

For those of you who know me in person (or have read this long enough to feel like you do), here are some amusing facts about today:

1. I woke up at 5:45 a.m.
2. I only hit snooze once and then hopped (yes, I said hopped) out of bed.
3. I showered and did my hair BEFORE any sort of caffination.
4. I chose English Breakfast Tea as my caffination medium this morning. I most often choose tea over coffee in the mornings now.
5. I put on make-up while drinking my tea. (Someone slap my dad on the back... I think he started choking when he got to the make-up part)
6. My suit was already crisp, pressed and ready to go. Yes, I said suit. Shut up.
7. My toenails are cotton candy pink.
8. I must have come off as rather charming in my interview; I will most likely be returning for a second interview next week.
9. The woman who interviewed me offered to show me the ladies room, so that I could change into jeans before going to my current job. Because the folks I work with now would KNOW something was up if I showed up from my mysterious "appointment" this morning in a suit.
10. I am in love with my pink toenails & can't stop looking at them.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Christian Music and The Ladies

Okay, I will admit it: I grew up listening to Amy Grant. Not only listening to her, but wanting to BE her. (Do you people SEE how much I trust you with my dorkiness???)
And then there was the obligatory DC Talk in my music stash. (I realize some of ya'll have no idea what I am talking about... See what you missed by not being a Jesus freak as a teenager??? Go watched Saved. It will fill you in on most of the basics).

As I was listening to the alternative Christian radio program last night, I realized that the face of Christian music has changed quite a bit. Somehow it seems more applicable. More real.

Now, admittedly, I am way more lame than I ever thought I would be. Whatever.
Anyway, this is the song I heard last night. I like.

Ladies by Flame
(Feat. DaTruth)

Back then if I was a Jew the life that I led would not be common
I would be in prayer shawls anticipatin' His comin'
between 1 and 30 A.D. I'd be under the Romans
thankin' Yaweh that I'm not a slave, Gentile, or woman
now don't get it twisted a woman had to be honored
if you came from out of her womb you had to obey your momma
for the fact that she was a woman wasn't the problem
it's because she was forbidden to publicly read the Talmud
plus only allowed to be either in
the balcony or on the floor divided to avoid problems and
forbade to pray out loud
when it came to religious life for
women it was grey outside
till Christ came in the picture
switched up some customs
now these same women are
providin' Jesus with substance
leavin' Jewish men grieved
they ain't agree
cause out of these women's
means they ministered to their needs

Look at Jesus maneuva in spite of the culture/
taken ladies and shapin' em makin' em soldiers
peep this
type of behavior was taboo
Jesus seen with Joanna (Luke
8:13) would make Him a bad Jew
but Jesus called some of
the grimiest women
like prostitutes even some of the
slimiest women
in hot pursuit
women are weak is not the truth
and just to prove this point ladies I got the proof
wouldn't be a Timothy without Timothy's moms Eunice
speakin' to Tim in them spiritual psalms the way women
were treated then these are similar times
but yet the men
of God recognize ya strength
who were the first witnesses
of the empty tomb
who birth Jesus being a virgin Holy Spirit consumed
who stood for God way back in them Exodus times
and wouldn't even let em kill they son
(Exodus 1:16)

Jesus did walk with women in a special way this
was odd for men in the first century
Look at God callin'
women to the ministry
Jesus did walk with the ladies

(Da T.R.U.T.H.):
Just think about this you're real
fit in Abercrombie and Fitch
and when you in the mall you
thinkin' about how to catch fish
imagine you in Von Dutch
on a date no lust in the place
dude got a crush cause how
you hustle your faith
you ain't tryin' be tuck at the waist
cause you spend more time in the presence of God than
adjustin' your face
listen let me cut to chase and
encourage the beauty of holiness you should just want to
be chased

Ladies we know it's real and it gets hard sometimes
especially with the pressure of being flawless now
you can't do enough crunches to be the perfect woman
God ain't lookin' for perfect size but a worshippin' woman
ok you gain weight maybe had an abortion
made a mistake had a divorce and
it still ain't over Jesus
forgives this is the gospel
so don't let that stuff stop you

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Love It...

From an article about Shoebox Greeting cards that never made it to print:

Among the losers is a holiday card that announces on its face, "Christmas just wouldn't be the same without peanut brittle." Then, inside: "Or Jesus."

HA! Now that is some funny stuff, folks!


You thought I had been abducted by aliens, didn't you?

Well, there were no aliens... but I did have a close encounter with Snoopy Surprise last night. Wanna hear about it? Sure you do!

Last night we went to dinner at the Proud Lion Pub. This place has been around since Amy was a little tyke. Her parents used to take her there when she was growing up. I am all about nostalgia... so we decided to revisit memory lane & check it out.

Snoopy Surprise is also something from Amy's childhood. Apparently, it is hamburger with brown gravy and mashed potatoes. Or something of that nature. She asked me once to make it for her. I told her, in no uncertain terms, that Snoopy Surprise would remain one of those dishes that stayed in her childhood, unless she could convince her mom to whip it up one night.

So, we are at the Proud Lion last night. I order steak stuffed with mushrooms. And what do I get? You guessed it... Snoopy Surprise! But the biggest surprise was that everything on my plate came straight out of a can! Whoo! Canned mushrooms. Canned gravy. Powdered potatoes. SURPRISE!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Speak to Me, O Kind Universe

My boss is in the office today. Normally, she is based out of Palm Beach. She comes in about once a month. If that. And, no matter how long her visit is scheduled to last, she only stays half the time. She is here today. But she didn't come in until noon. Allergies, don't you know. Uh huh.

Her presence here today means that I can't run out and grab whatever I would like for lunch. I have to at least give the illusion of working a full day by staying on campus for lunch. Okay, not great but doable.

So, I head over to Subway. I think aliens ate my brain recently, because I haven't had a pleasurable experience at Subway... oh, EVER. Maybe I was feeling forgiving. Maybe I am just in a boredom coma from this job. At any rate, I headed over to Subway.

Things started off a bit rocky. I asked for ham & turkey with provolone. I got ham with American. Eh. No biggie. At least it was on 6" inch wheat. I put on fun toppings: tomato, spinach, banana peppers, black olives, green peppers, spicy mustard. Hello, happy, tasty little sandwich.

I traipsed back to my office to eat while reading Dr. Phil online. Don't ask. It is a lunchtime ritual. I unwrap my very pretty sandwich and bite into it. The. bread. is. crunchy. And NO, I didn't have it toasted. The bread was overcooked on the outside. And barely edible. Are you joking my face off with this???

So, I did what anyone else would have done. I skinned my bread. Don't look at me like that. You know what I mean. I pulled off the hard as a rock outer layer of the bread. And ate the soft (very thin) layer of salvageable bread.

I think it was the universe looking out for me, telling me I should have had a wrap instead.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Reason 412 to Change Jobs

I recieved an email from my boss addressing me as Kinder.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Oh, Kids...

I fear I am just not feeling bloggy today. All is well, though. Let's see...

Amy & I went on a 33.43 mile bike ride from Tarpon Springs to Clearwater & back. Good times. I was hungry by mile 15. Amy was cranky on mile 25. But we still loved each other on mile 33.43.

In similar news, Amy will NOT be sending you a pony in the mail. But she may ask you for your address (snail mail variety). Do NOT be afraid.

I saw a woman in a car with a Choose Life license plate smoking a cigarette. Uh?

Michelle Ramer throws an excellent party.

Ooohhh, and I have switched to skinny lattes in an effort to be skinnier myself. And I still like them a latte.

Have you met our new friends Aaron & Mikey? We heart them. (Please see the comment under the picture of me with Mikey. I am posting this picture as a protest of our under-representation)

That's all I've got for today. Ttfn.

Friday, March 17, 2006

I Heart the Chuzzle

Really. I do.

Thursday, March 16, 2006


Woobie n. a security blanket; a blankie; a favorite toy or object. Also wooby.*

Lots of little kids have woobies. Exhibit A from Mr. Mom (1983):
[Dad trying to get Kenny to give up his security blanket]
Dad: I understand that you little guys start out with your woobies and you think they're great... and they are, they are terrific. But pretty soon, a woobie isn't enough. You're out on the street trying to score an electric blanket, or maybe a quilt. And the next thing you know, you're strung out on bedspreads Ken. That's serious.**

And adults can have woobies left over from childhood. Exhibit B from Garden State:
Sam: This is Tickle.
Andrew Largeman: What is Tickle?
Sam: Tickle is my favorite thing in the whole world. It's all that's left of Nanny, my blanket.
Andrew Largeman: Tickle is all that remains. Was there a hurricane or something?
Sam: Shut up! ***

So, yeah, not weird to have a woobie. But what might be a bit strange is to have MULTIPLE woobies (I am looking at you here, Amy).

For Amy, bandanas function as woobies (when they are not in my hair). She carries them around in her pocket. She now keeps the pink one in her huggy pillow, which is ALSO a woobie.

Bikes are woobies (she stares at them blankly while they sit IN THE LIVING ROOM)

Heck, even the camera she uses to take these pictures is a woobie! (Look at Betsy's face here. Heh.)

And, please, don't forget the backpack woobie.

So, don't feel bad about having a woobie. Chances are YOU only have one.

* Courtesy of Double-Tongued Word Wrester
** Courtesy of IMDb
*** IMDb, again

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Jesus Loves Me. No, Really. He Does.

I joined Hyde Park United Methodist Church this past Sunday. Now, I never thought I would join a church. I am not really a joiner. Seems too conformist, you know? But I love this church. And if you talk to me for more than two seconds, you are going to hear me gush about the friendliness of the congregation, the wonderful social justice work they do, yada, yada, yada. And, even though I had to go through a seven week class (which is no match for my dorkiness, but I hate being told that I HAVE to go to a class), I was really hyped about my Sunday Church Joining Thingie.

But... If you know me, you also know that I am always running late. Always. For everything. And this was no exception. (But see, I set my alarm. I did. And then I thought I was wide awake, and I turned it off. But I didn't MEAN to oversleep. Surely you can relate? No? Hmmm)

Amy (Amy who NEVER goes to church) and I were speeding toward church (forgive me God, for I have sped) at 9:35. Which would be fine. Except church starts at 9:30. And then...stuck at every stoplight. EVERY one. We parked at 9:41. Amy is livid at this point. She hates being late. Hates. it. Unfortunately, I don't think she has mentioned that in the past two and a half years. But this morning, oh this morning, mention it she did. Several times.

But back to the point at hand: 9:41 and we are finally at church. I open the door to the sanctuary and can tell they have begun the induction of new members. So, do I slink into the back row? Heck, no! I walk right up the center aisle, with Amy in tow, and sit in the second row. Look, kids, I HAD to. What if they had already called my name? If I walked up the aisle, I was sure Magrey would see me and make sure I got called up. Or at least that was my thought in my moment of panic.

So, Ames and I sat down. And they called my name literally less than a minute later. I bounce up to the front of the church, all pleased with myself. Amy is just shaking her head the entire time.

When I sat back down after being inducted into their club (as Amy says), Ames looked at me incredulously and said, "Jesus really DOES love you, doesn't He?" And I must say that this past Sunday morning goes down on my list as reason number 3219 that I know Jesus loves me.

Monday, March 13, 2006


Saturday afternoon found Amy and I sitting outside on the patio at Valentine's (a bar/nightclub), taking in the late afternoon daylight. Late afternoon/early evening is my favorite time of day. The light gives everything a warm, yellow glow. And, on this particular evening, the weather was warm, with clear skies and a soft, cool breeze. Perfect.

And then ... out of nowhwere... Amy flicked a booger on me. Just FLICK! And a booger lands on my shorts. GROSS.

So romantic, she is.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

For the Love of Estelle

I only did this because Estelle said she would cry if she was the only one who filled this out. Oh, well, and I was bored at work too.

-- Name: Kendra
-- Birth date: September 22
-- Birthplace: Decatur, GA
-- Current Location: Tampa, FL
-- Eye Color: Green
-- Hair Color: Brown
-- Height: 5'2"
-- Righty or Lefty: Right
-- Zodiac Sign: Virgo/Libra cusp

-- Your heritage: Irish/Dutch/Native American
-- The shoes you wore today: Birkenstock clogs
-- Your weakness: Good beer
-- Your fears: Dying young
-- Your perfect pizza: cheese, please! (I hear I will LOVE Babe's)
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: obtaining a Ph.D. in Literature and finally becoming a professor

-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: (am I lame if I don't have one?)
-- Your first waking thoughts: It can't really be morning already.
-- Your best physical feature: my freckles
-- Your most missed memory: What is a missed memory? What do I miss? Tallahassee back in the day (Angie, Betsy, Lindsay, Amanda, Mandy, Cherae, Junior, Tamara, Amanda Smith, Adam Crandall, Miss Kris)

-- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Um... I am looking away from this b/c I shouldn't be eating any of it
-- Single or group dates: single
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Ick! Neither.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: I really enjoy a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup now & again
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Grande 2% Latte from Starbucks

-- Smoke: Quitting b/c the Chuzzle hates it
-- Cuss: Try not to too often.
-- Sing: Can't carry a tune in a bucket
-- Take a shower everyday: Yup. Unless Amy and I have one of those weekends where we pretend we are camping & avoid showering altogether
-- Do you think you've been in love: Do I think I have??? Uh? I have. And I am.
-- Want to go to college: To get my Ph.D.
-- Liked high school: Loathed it
-- Want to get married: May 27th, 2006 to Amy Elizabeth Kellogg
-- Believe in yourself: Jesus loves me. (I know that isn't an answer, but it is all I could think of. Cut a girl some slack)
-- Get motion sickness: Blech! YES.
-- Think you're attractive: cute
-- Think you're a health freak: nope. but I would like to be more health conscious
-- Get along with your parent(s): yes. I heart them.
-- Like thunderstorms: I love them. Especially if I get to stay in bed.
-- Play an instrument: I wish. I would love to take piano lessons some day.

In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: yes
-- Smoked: yes
-- Done a drug: no
-- Made Out: yes
-- Gone on a date: yes
-- Gone to the mall: yes
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: I think I would hurl.
-- Eaten sushi: yes. Thanks Amy & Travis (I hated it before this last experience)
-- Been on stage: no, but I will be in front of the whole church on Sunday
-- Been dumped: no
-- Gone skating: no
-- Made homemade cookies: no. But I have eaten them!
-- Dyed your hair: no
-- Stolen Anything: no

-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: yes
-- If so, was it mixed company: yes, but i was just checking out the girls
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Graduate school was a blur
-- Been caught "doing something": yes
-- Been called a tease: No. (and Amy, if you say I am easy I will hurt you)
-- Gotten beaten up: no
-- Shoplifted: no
-- Changed who you were to fit in: Yes

-- Age you hope to be married: 30
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 2 kids. Choices of names include: James Lee, Andrew Cooke, Katherine Anne and Elizabeth Jane (with Kellogg as the last name)
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Come to Skipper's on May 27th and check it out
-- How do you want to die: peacefully & suddenly
-- Where you want to go to college: Cornell
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: A country music singer
-- What country would you most like to visit: Ireland

-- Number of drugs taken illegally: 3 different kinds
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: 3
-- Number of CDs that I own: I don't know. They are a disaster.
-- Number of piercings: 5
-- Number of tattoos: 2
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: approximately 3
-- Number of scars on my body: about 5. Two are from a really cool face plant I did about 2 years ago.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: 2 (but one spanned about 6-9 months)

I Have Found My Brain

Boy, looking back over the past week, my posts have really lacked substance. Did my Ash Wednesday post consume all of my creative energy? Or all my brainwaves, for that matter? GAH. I know ya'll care about whether or not I decide to inhale toxins as a hobby. But, boy does it make for dull blogging.

So, here I am again... new & improved, with actual thoughts to share!

I read Steph's blog this morning, as I do religiously (HA! Get it?!? Religiously. It's funny because she is a nun. See?) Her post made me pause and reflect on how I have changed over the years regarding people who may not share my perception of the world.

When I was in high school, I believed everything was black and white. Right and wrong. And, because I was a Christian, of COURSE I was right. People who advocated abortion were murderers. Homosexuals were hell-bound--even God was repulsed by their behavior. Anyone of a different religious faith was wrong. And if they were sincere about their faith, well then they were sincerely WRONG. (Ed. Note: It makes me cringe even to type this.)

In college, the pendulum swung. I realized I was gay and the same time I discovered feminism. So, now I hated the hetrosexist, misogynistic world. I fought for abortion of all types, in all circumstances, any time in the pregnancy. All Christians were hypocrites. Anyone who wasn't ultra-liberal needed some sort of awakening, education or a swift kick in the ass. You know why? Yup. You got it. Because they were WRONG.

I held a modified version of this stance for the next ten years or so. But things aren't always black and white. In fact, most things aren't. And, as soon as I let go of some of my blind anger (which is VERY different than anger that spurs positive action) at the social injustices in the world and my fear of those who are not exactly like me, I began to open myself to people and ideas and beliefs completely different from my own. And I no longer felt a need for hate.

Now I look at the true social injustices happening in America, and I realize that it will take both conservatives and liberals to find a viable plan to quell these injustices. If I cling to my liberal-ness so much that I alienate everyone else, where will that really get me? (For a brilliant take on this topic, check out God's Politics by Jim Wallis.)

So what am I saying really? Hm... I am going to take a stab at a VERY touchy topic to give you an illustration:

I am not pro-abortion. In fact, if you HAVE to label me, I am pro-life. However, I understand why (in my humble opinion) until certain things change abortion must be available to women. I would never stand outside a clinic and torment women entering to have an abortion. NEVER. In fact, rarely do I even enter into the abortion debate with anyone. Come on. I am not egotistical enough to think I am going to change anyone's mind on such a polarized topic. What I would do (and am looking for a way to do right now) is get involved in a movement that seeks to reduce the number of abortions performed through positive action and advocacy for women. That includes REAL sex education (not abstinence only education), availability of family planning to everyone (regardless of income), REAL support for women that choose to carry their child to term (whether they give the child up for adoption or not), and quality counseling and economic support for women who choose to raise their children.

This is all to say that I could jump into the abortion debate and yell and scream. Or I can look for a solution that people on both sides of the issue can support. The latter seems more productive to me. But it was an option I could only begin to see once I stopped turning my back on those who are different from me.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

New Office

Look at my new office! How fun!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Wise Guys?*

Oooh, oooh! I've got a story for you!

I called my grandmother last night to wish her happy birthday. She, of course, thanked me for calling:

Honey, I am so glad you called. Because your cousin is doing her homework, and she needs to know the names of the wise men!

Huh? Like the wise men in the Bible? That go to see baby Jesus? Boy am I glad I called so I could clear up that mystery.

*Uh... and, anyone out there that knows... they are just the Magi, right? They aren't given individual names, are they?

Movin' on Up...

Okay, so maybe I am not moving up.... but I am moving into a new office. Today. Which means no email and no internet. Just wanted ya'll to know that I hadn't spontaneously combusted or some such nonsense.

Thanks again for all of your support. I have accepted that this will not be a perfect journey. And that I may have to alter my life more than I had expected in order to reach the ultimate goal. But I will get there.

Back tomorrow with more exciting news from the life of Kik.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Update Lite

Yesterday was one of the best Saturdays EVER.
Will blog all about it later.
No cigarettes. Yay!
Off to church & brunch & bike riding.

Thanks for all of the encouragement! It helped. A lot.

Saturday, March 04, 2006


Note: It is not a good idea, if you have recently given up smoking, to go to a bar and hang out with all of your friends who smoke. You will probably give in to the temptation, making you feel horrible about yourself. In addition, you will probably get some smug looks from people that didn't think you could do it anyway.

Feeling a bit down. But, hey, today is another day. Right?

Friday, March 03, 2006


As I was packing my Pez collection today, I remembered a conversation Amy & I used to have daily:

I put my arms around Amy's neck. Amy hugs me tightly, thereby pushing my head backwards as far as it will go.

Kik: Baby, I love you but I am not a Pez.

Amy: How do you know?

Kik: Because my mom wasn't a Pez.

Amy: Oh, yes. Not a Pez, then.

Amy releases Kik from Pez-head inducing hug.

Procrastination Station

Right now, as I type, I should be packing up my office. To move one building over on campus. But I am NOT packing. Instead, I am going to type a rambling post. I am sure it will be rambling because it is 8:51 a.m., and I NEVER (rather wisely on my part) have anything to say before 9 a.m. But, hey, I can avoid packing for about another 10 minutes or so...

For the two days that I have not smoked, things have gone incredibly well. I have not been cranky. I even made dinner for Ames last night: pork chops with apple, garlic spinach and butternut squash. I also had two glasses of wine. And, yet, no real desire to have a cigarette (for a while I have only smoked when I drank). Of course, it helps that the St. Jude medal I am wearing is silently threatening me with CRUSHING guilt, should I give into temptation. And then there is Charlie. Can't let the Chuzzle down! Seriously, thanks ya'll for all of your support and well wishes.

Next in news... tonight we are going to see Melissa Ferrick! Should be lots of fun. We are going with the usual suspects (with Nikki and Linda as brand new additions). Oh, and the show is at Skipper's. Which is where Amy & I are having our commitment ceremony on May 27th at 4 p.m. ... (But that is a post for another time)

Whoohoo! I love me a Friday! Have a great weekend, ya'll.

(must go pack now. co-workers scurrying about, making me look bad)

Thursday, March 02, 2006

St. Jude

Since I am giving up smoking for Lent, I have decided to wear my St. Jude medal for encouragement.

St. Jude is the patron saint of desperate situations & lost causes.

Seems fitting, no?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Ash Wednesday

Today is the beginning of the Lenten season. For those unfamiliar with the season, Lent lasts 40 days (not counting Sundays) and ends on Easter Sunday. The 40 days is symbolic of Christ's journey through the wilderness before he began his ministry. The season serves as a time of reflection and rededication of one's life to following Christ.

Right, then. I am sure that answers none of your burning questions regarding why I am observing Lent. After all, Lent has historically been observed primarily by Catholics. I am not Catholic (but I heart Catholics. insert shameless plug for my favorite nun) So why bother with the whole thing, you may ask.

Well... Consider the fact that I believe in the sacrificial death of Jesus Christ and His resurrection. Okay. I also believe that this death was one that He accepted as his offering of love for me. He could have walked away. He could have chosen a different path. But he chose sacrifice. Sacrifice because His love for me and his devotion and love for God was stronger than even death.

You still here? I didn't mean to get all "blood of the Lamb" on you (as a good friend is fond of saying). But, if you don't understand what I believe is at stake during the Lenten season, then you won't understand why I celebrate it. Alright, let's carry on.

So, Jesus Christ offered the ultimate sacrifice for me. I feel as though that deserves some sincere reflection and a bit of sacrifice on my own part. So, there are things that I have chosen to give up this season. They are things that are not good for me to begin with, which seems to fit nicely with the Easter theme of rebirth. But please don't get me wrong. Lent isn't about guilt. It is about worship and soul-searching reflection. And sometimes those things are easier to achieve when you cut out some of the distractions of everyday life.

I also see Lent as a time to incorporate something positive into my life. I am going to seek out more volunteer opportunities. I am going to devote some structured time each day to scripture reading and prayer. These are good things. So, Lent is also a time to re-prioritize my life to include these things that can often get neglected.

And, finally, as the Lenten season leads up to Easter, it is a time to be very, very grateful for all that I have been given. My family, my friends, my faith... I am blessed. Lent is just a perfect time to say thank you.

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