I think I need to start a new blog.

As in, another blog. I'd keep this one.

But one just isn't enough.

The problem with this blog is everybody knows about it. Which I love. But also? I hate it.

I crave anonymity.

I tried using my nickname for a while. Some of you might remember that. I only told my friends and sisters about my blog. I specifically did not tell certain people, because I did not want them reading it.

It didn't work.

Because people are nosy. And some will go to extreme measures to meddle in your life.

And I got in trouble.

I have so many funny and frustrating stories I want to share with you guys. But I can't. Because someone else has decided that they get to edit what I write.

And it drives me crazy.

See?

I need a new blog.

One that I can write about whatever I want. Kind of like Shell.

What do you think?

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Chic Click

Hi, I'm Helena. And this is my blog.

I'm a 25 year old Newlywed (I think. We just had our 1 year anniversary, so we might be an old married couple now...).

We live in Pittsburgh. I started this blog to keep in touch with my family (who never answer their phones). And it got way out of control...

You will like my blog if: You are into laughing.

You will hate my blog if: You are my mother in law.

Here is a link to one of my favorite posts. And here is a link to ALL of my favorite posts.

And here is my favorite Peep of the Week! Tiffany, from The R Family Diaries. Her hot OB story cracked me up!

To find more awesome blogs, check out this widget. It can normally be found on my sidebar, but I'm putting it here, too, for your convenience.



You're welcome.

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Funniest moment of my life

I just have to tell this story! Every time I think about it, I laugh out loud. Even when I'm walking alone in public. Maybe especially then. But since it's a pretty PG-13, I'll try to do it carefully.

Ladies, does your mind ever wonder while you are, um, doing it? It's not that you aren't into it- it's just that all of the sudden you find yourself thinking of grocery lists, and things like that. Well, it happens to me.

So a while ago, that was the situation. There we were, doing married people things. And all of the sudden, I'm planning my Mother in Law's Christmas present. I was thinking to myself I hope she likes burlap, and I should use a brown frame, and "Do you think your mother would like that?"

Kurt shot me a look of horror. "WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY THAT???"

I stared back for a second, confused at his strong reaction, thinking 'Sheesh, I'll just use a black frame...'

Then it hit me. He was totally oblivious to my thought process. All he knew was that we were doing stuff no parent should have to think about when I asked him if his mom would like that.

I could not stop laughing.  

"Why?" He asked, horrified.

Which only made me laugh harder. And made me seem even more twisted and wrong.

It was almost 3 minutes before I could gasp out an explanation, and by then the mood had been brutally killed. Murdered. But it was worth it because anytime I need a good laugh, I relive that moment.

Oh come on. You know you are laughing too.



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I'M NOT COLD!

Kurts parents are really sweet. They drove to Utah from Michigan for our Wedding and Reception. Yup- they drove. They did this so they could rent us a moving truck, and then drive it back across the country for us when they went home. See what I mean about them being sweet?


They also threw us a second wedding reception in Michigan. I flew into Detroit that Wednesday. Kurt didn't fly until the next evening. His was a one way ticket, so he and his dad could take the moving truck the rest of the way to Pittsburgh after the reception. There, they moved all our stuff into our apartment. I had a round trip ticket, because I was still in class for the summer, and had to get back right away. I think I timed that really well.

The day before Kurt arrived, I spent a lot of time running around Detroit with his mother, Pirjo. She had a lot of stuff to buy, since she had been gone for a month, and the reception was just days away. It was nice. We got back from our errands, and picked up Kurts dad, Bill. He hopped in the back of the van.

"Can you turn up the air? It's hot back here."
"No" said Pirjo. "Helena is cold."
I was? This was the first I'd heard of that.
"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry." I said, confused.
"No. You are cold, and I don't want you to get sick."
What was I supposed to say to that? No, you're wrong?
"It's ok! I would just aim it away from me if I was cold. I'm really fine."
"And anyway, I'm cold too" she said.
Ohhh, I see. She's cold. I decided to just let it go.

Big mistake.

Kurt didn't come in until midnight. Pirjo stayed home, and so it was just me and Bill in the car waiting at the airport. When Kurt got to the car, he just hopped in the back.

"Hey, it's hot back here. Can you turn up the air conditioning?"
I was reaching for it when I heard: "No, Helena is cold."
NOT THIS AGAIN.
"I'm fine! Really!"
"No, I don't want you to be cold."
I just didn't know what to do.
"She was really cold when we were in the car earlier."
What could I say? No, your wife was lying?
"Oh, ok." Kurt just shrugged and dealt with the sweat.

When we got home, his mom was waiting. after hugging him, and asking about his flight, and feeding him dinner, she said, "And there are plenty of blankets! I don't want you to get cold!"

I pulled him aside as soon as I could. "Kurt, I don't know what to do! Your parents are convinced I'm cold. ALL THE TIME. But I'm not!! It's JULY!" I explained about the van, and he just laughed it off. Then I explained about that afternoon.

They were worried I would be cold that night. We were staying in the finished basement, and its chillier than the rest of the house. They showed me the 4 blankets on the pull out bed. And the 3 quilts next to it. And the extra comforters in the closet. And then they said I could get more from the upstairs bedroom if I needed to- but I said no, 15 is probably enough.

Then his dad said he was going to close the vent above the bed, because the air conditioning gets cold down there at night. No big deal, right?

A few minutes later, I heard HAMMERING coming from downstairs! I didn't know what to do! 15 minutes later, he came upstairs and announced that he had sealed all the vents downstairs. SEALED THEM. WITH A HAMMER. I was speechless. I mean, it was really sweet. But... I WASN'T COLD!

Now whenever we are around his parents, Kurt makes a really big deal about asking if I'm cold. He thinks this is just soooooo funny.

I guess I think so too.



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