Sunday, January 30, 2011

Belle vs. Bell

"Well, it's no wonder that her name means beauty- her looks have got no parallel" la la la...Hmmmph. This is Belle of whom we speak. Belle lives in France where, if you didn't catch this, her name means beauty. The Bell who is writing about the Belle of whom we speak lives in Utah, where her name means "no makeup, gaining married weight, and getting lazy with keeping herself up". Actually, if you're curious, Kemari is a form a japanese soccer/hackysack, but that's beside the point.

I feel like this comparison is upsetting.

I did NOT used to let myself go like this >>>

The point is that I'd like to make Belle and Bell more similar. First, I need to work out. I noticed this today when I got out of the shower.

There are mirrors ALL OVER my bedroom. Full length mirror, vanity mirror, giant hangning mirror, bathroom mirror etc...and in ALL of these mirrors, I saw my naked reflection as I stepped out of the bathroom. It was horrific. Terrifying. I put clothes on straight away. Lets just say that things...danced...more than I wish they would. ha ha

Second, I need to stop being a lazy bum. I probably ought to start doing my hair once in a while. Good idea? I think yes. I should probably spend more than 5 minutes on my makeup as well. The Kemari that Timmy married was super cute and was always "done up". That needs to happen more often, for the sake of my confidence levels.

Third, Belle reads a lot. Remember when she was reading by the fountain ( "OH!!!! Isn't this aMAZing? It's my favorite part because you SEEE!!! Here's where she meets Prince CHARming....etc") and the sheep are eating her book pages? If I had sheep, they would have no access to any book pages because all my books have been closed tightly for ages. Lets fix that, shall we?

Fourth and Last, Belle loved the beast. For those of you who do not remember, the beast was hairy hairy fuzzy fuzzy. I feel like I should stop bugging Timmy to shave. ha ha

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Welcoming a Teeny Bell to the Family...

Well, guess what. No, I'm not preggers, but we DID get a fish! Timmy surprised me and covered my eyes all the way into PetSmart, and we picked him out. Timmy liked the red ones, and I liked the blue ones. Guess who won. We also spent a great deal of time choosing between purple, blue and green gravel for the bottom of the bowl. Our fishy is not super exciting, and he doesn't cuddle me like a puppy or a bunny might, but I like him! His name is Wonton. I really like people names for pets, so after debating over the names Stanley and Ralphie, we chose Stanley. Then when we were decorating his new home we remembered that we had bought him a tiny Buddha statue. Stanley was no longer a suitable name. He needed an Asian name. I liked Daniel-son (see Karate Kid, the original), and there was talk of Bejing or HongKong, but Timmy suggested Wonton, and I busted a gut. I think it was a sign. Welcome Wonton Bell. I hope you feel at home swimming with your purple rocks and Buddha figurine. Also, I hope you feel alright about the fact that we picked your ethnicity for you...and named you after a delicious soup ingredient.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Aged to Perfection

I love old people. They're always so sweet, honest, and they always have a good bit of advice (no matter how outdated it might be) to give you in any situation. The difference between me and any other anybody who loves their grandma is that I love old people FOR A LIVING. Let me tell ya, I have the most hilarious job EVER. It is my job to entertain every elderly man and woman's every whim. I do everything from bathroom trips, to massages, to explaining to an old man why he can't just pinch the female CNA's hineys. I have a theory that getting old is a lot like getting drunk. Your personality stays the same, but it becomes 100x magnified. An old man who may have been slightly suspicious in his youth suddenly becomes a conspiracy theorist, yelling out "NAZI!" during Dieder F. Uchdorf's LDS conference address, and asking me to lock his bedroom door so that scary tall girl can't come murder him. (This actually happened. He also believes that the history channel is the news...) The woman who may have been somewhat of a packrat in her early years suddenly feels the need to stuff her pockets with jelly and butter packets, keep 7 copies of the daily schedule from ever day in the past year, and collect Christmas ornaments from every other residents' apartments. These past few months have been especially entertaining. Some of the things I have heard from these sweet people's mouths include the following:

- In regard to an Elizabeth Smart related news report

"I'd cut his stuff so teeny he couldn't even see it. Not even with his glasses on."

- In regard to a question about why she doesn't like me

"Well, I know what you did, and you know what you did, and someday your CHILD WILL KNOW WHAT YOU DID!!!!"

- In response to my asking her to put her pajamas on

"I hope you die very soon."

- In response to a "How are you doing today?"

"Well, I haven't felt very 'how' all day! I'd say about a 2.8"

- I said "Wow, it's sure windy outside!"

She said "Yeah, I hope it kills you"

- "You're sitting right on my baby! You crook!" (reached down, picked up an invisible child and set him on her lap. Began to comb the child's invisible hair.)

- me: "Did you remember your teeth?" Her: nods at me and says "YES!" with a big, toothless grin. She is so cute.

Obviously, I love these people more than these people love me most of the time, but boy, is my job interesting. Off to work...we'll see what kind of death threats I get today.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Take One...

Well, this is it. My first ever blog entry...dun dun dun. At this point, I don't have much to say, but that's okay, because this is mostly an intro. I am Kemari Faye Williams Bell and I am married to the most wonderful, cute, perfect husband alive. No, really, it's true.

This is Timmy.

Cute, huh?

Timmy and I go WAY back. Growing up, every Sunday at church, I'd wait for Timmy to sneak in the back. My familiy would tease me about having a crush on "cute Timmy". Well, at this point I'm willing to admit...I have a crush on "cute Timmy". Sorry Copper Hills 1st Ward girls. He picked me. Neener neener ;)

We got married on May 1st in the Oquirrh Mountain LDS Temple. We had the dang cutest wedding ever. The best part is that I still feel like we got married yesterday. I still get excited for him to come home from work, we still stare at eachother all mushy-like, and I only recently had to start picking up his socks.

Cute Timmy and I both go to Utah Valley University. He's majoring in Engineering, and I'm going into Special Education. We're so excited to get "real jobs" and have kids and not live in a basement apartment with orange armchairs and carpet anymore...