I’m apologizing in advance for what will be a complete lack of posting for the next week or so… until I can figure out who the heck’s gonna supply me some internets at the new house.

The Move was pretty much a success, with minimal bickering between Pete and I. I don’t even think we actually fought! Bonus.

There’s still a few odds and ends that need to be moved and we have at least four hours of cleaning left to do, but as far as I’m concerned, we’re moved. I haven’t gotten the opportunity to take pictures like I want to, but here’s one I took with my phone of our pond.


And before you ask, yes, we have fish in it. Not many – maybe 10 goldfish, a couple “mosquito” (I can’t remember their real names, but they’re not the real mosquito fish) fish and two black moors (I think that’s what they’re called anyway – I just know they’re cute). We’ll be getting more because I haven’t seen a fish in there since we put ’em in the water. Pete says they’re there and that he’s seen ’em… but I couldn’t tell you from personal experience.

So, I’ll be taking pictures and posting them when I can so you all can live happily and vicariously through me and my wonderful new home.

Jealous much?


I’m not a Britney Spears fan.

That being said, I can’t help but like some a lot of her music. Specifically, a song called “Circus” on her most recent album… “Circus.”

You can see the video here.

Or, for those of you who really don’t want to do that and just want to know why the eff I’m talking about Britney at 1 a.m., here’s the point:

The song makes me wanna dance. I like that. I like to dance.

But every time it gets to certain parts of the song, I cringe.

Exhibit A:

There’s only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain and the ones that observe

Exhibit B:

There’s only two types of guys out there

Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared

Hey, I never said they were particularly deep or meaningful lyrics.

But do you see the problem here? I’ll give you a second to go back and read those again. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

People THAT entertain or observe, guys THAT hang with Brit or are scared.

IT SHOULD BE “WHO,” people, not “THAT.”

So I hear the song, get all bouncy cuz it’s catchy, then make a face when it gets to those sections of the song because of BAD EFFING GRAMMAR.



Rumor has it we’re going to finish The Move this weekend.

Rumor also has it my significant other has listed “fishing” higher on the priority list than “cleaning,” “packing” or “communicating.”

/end rant.

First thing’s first: I worked almost 15 hours yesterday. And by “almost 15” I mean 14.75.

I know, I know. Not exactly bragging rights. People work almost 15 hours a day all the time, right?

Regardless, it’s been a busy week. I guess it goes with the territory but it’s just not in my blood! I try to be a trooper and persevere (and, if all goes well, end the day with a smile instead of trying to hold back the flood of curse words) but there’s a reason my mom found it necessary to buy me a T-shirt one year that says, “Job? Sorry, I’m not in that line of work.”

I still wear it.

Wednesday night, I was in the newsroom until midnight.

Last night, I was there until 2 a.m. And was back at 10 this morning. All in all, a 51-hour work week.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I think I just want something to excuse my pure and utter EXHAUSTION and reluctance to do anything related to The Move. There are about 10 shirts piled on the desk right now that I could, theoretically, hang up to prepare for The Move (to move clothes, we’re simply leaving them on the hangars/in the drawers and throwing them in the car… we’re that awesome) butttttttttt… no.

However, my Mountain Dew’s gone and I don’t hesitate for a second to jump (literally) out of my chair to grab another.

Addiction, smaddiction.

Where was I going?

Oh, right.

I’m tired.

IN OTHER NEWS (I’m trying to see how many consecutive posts I can use that phrase in), I baby puppysat Wednesday night.


She’s a German shorthair, six (maybe seven?) weeks old and FRICKIN ADORABLE. I plan on stealing her sometime in the near future.

I took her to work with me Wednesday night so she wouldn't have to be alone. She curled up with that purple pillow and slept almost the whole night... on my desk.
I took her to work with me Wednesday night so she wouldn't have to be alone. She curled up with that purple pillow and slept almost the whole night... on my desk.

Etc. Pets

For those of you who actually visit the site instead of using a reader of some sort, you might notice I change the layout here often.

Yup. I get bored. My blog, I do what I want.

That being said, here’s my most recent My Turn, printed in yesterday’s paper:


Despite the headlines, the world is not full of evil

By Kaci

Staff writer

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with the world today.

We hear the stories every day, of rapes and murders, theft and fraud and every other horrible thing imaginable. Or unimaginable. You’d be hard-pressed to turn on a television on any given day and not see something about this shooting or that stabbing.

It’s downright discouraging at times and sometimes I just can’t help but think people, as a whole, are going downhill. Fast.

But there are so many other stories we don’t hear every day. There are so many good people out there who we never hear or talk about – good people who do good things.

It’s the stranger who stops at the side of the road to see if you need help when you pulled over to make a phone call on your cellphone.

It’s the couple in front of you in line at the store who offer to let you go in front of them, because you have three items and they have a cart full.

It’s the neighbor who brings you a box of apples for no reason other than they have extra and want to share them.

It’s the coworker who offers to just hang out with you at home because you don’t always feel safe there.

It’s the family members who drop what they’re doing to help you load your belongings into a trailer when you’re moving from one city to another.

It’s the friend from high school you haven’t seen for years who can tell from a simple text message that you need someone to talk to.

It’s a genuine smile as you’re walking down the street, the small talk at the bank. It’s “thank you” and “you’re welcome” and meaning it.

It’s out there.

There’s been a lot of talk about crime in Moses Lake lately. A couple weeks ago, the Grant County Prosecutor’s Office released the results of an online crime survey; most responders thought crime in the county is increasing. And discussion of gang violence in the area is pretty much ongoing.

But what we don’t talk about is all that good stuff I just mentioned. I’ve experienced all of that right here in Moses Lake, and that’s just the tip of the ice berg.

I’m not saying we shouldn’t hear about the crime in the area – it’s important we be aware of any potential dangers so we can protect ourselves and our loved ones. I just think it’s important we remember that people aren’t all bad. There is goodness left in this world and we can often find it right next door.

Kaci is the paginator and lays out news pages. She is an extremely pleasant person to work with and her coworkers agree, she would do all of the good things she mentioned in her column.