Beautiful

November 11, 2008

Mark and I went and saw a $1 movie today (Tropic Thunder it was over-the-top, but fun!). We walked into the theater and there were about 5 people in the theater. I typically don’t make a habit of sitting so close to people if the theater is so empty, but what appeared to be a father and his 15-year old daughter were sitting right about the very spot in the center that I would have picked. So we sat in the row behind them over to their right.

And as I was scooting in, the girl turned around and said: “Excuse me ma’am.” I thought I hit her head or something, so I was preparing to say “sorry” or some equivalent. I replied simply: “Uh, yeah?” And softly and sweetly, she said: “You are beautiful.”

I nearly dropped my drink, turned and looked at Mark. And uttered back: “Wow…. Thank you!” I was in sweats, no makeup and messy hair, and a teenaged girl told me I was beautiful. I was stunned. So I giggled a bit. She engaged me further as if polling for my reaction by saying: “Are you laughing because I said that?” Mark chimed in and said: “She will be laughing off and on for a week because you said that.”

I told her she totally made my day to be given such a compliment by such a beautiful girl as her. She then started into what seems to be our (read: most females’) mantra after receiving such a gift of a compliment: “Oh my hair is such a mess, and I…..” but then she kinda trailed the mantra off and simply replied: “Thank you.”

I was amazed by this exchange. That kind of compliment isn’t something I hear often even when I feel like I look absolutely smashing. And I don’t think that girl had any sort of ulterior motive — I couldn’t imagine what it would be if she did have one — she just made my day. And I am truly grateful for that.

Mark and Kelly at the DPA's Revenge of It Came From Dallas

Mark and Kelly at the DPA

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Oh now THIS is a cool question. I have already had an old friend do this very thing…. Calvin Phelps, a friend of mine from our freshmen year in high school 1982, wrote a very cool blog about me at his blog: Sea-Fell

“Kelly J. Kitchens is one of the most gregarious people I have ever met. I have never seen her angry at another human being. I know she has to have her down days (like when she had the leak and it ruined all of her office, or the tumor, or the other MAJOR things), but she seems to always see the light through the tunnel. She is blessed to have met her soulmate Mark and to have a career of her choosing. When we were in high school, she was on yearbook where she, believe it or not, made up quotes and attributed them to me. Mostly things about David Sylvan & Japan or The Thompson Twins or other bands she loved. Point is, even then she was finding a way to promote her favorites in print. As a publicist, she has passion for the people and projects she takes on.”

I stopped making up quotes when I went to college to be a journalist. I like to think of myself as a former journalist who brings respectability, honesty and integrity to a sometimes questionable field like Public Relations.

This is the perfect card for me to pull up on the Memorial Day weekend. There was a man on my Dad’s side of the family who sounds fabulously fascinating.

My Dad’s family has lived in Georgia and Alabama since the late 1600s. We always joked that he was the smart one who made it to Texas! His cousin, Judy, finished the Kitchens’ genealogy in the mid-1980s. But she has since passed away, and no one can seem to find their copy, I may have to amend this entry when I find out more truth.

But here is what I know I remember for our last Kitchens’ family reunion in 1989:

In 1672, my ancestor, John Elder was a stow-away¬† on a ship headed for the New World. When he got here he was put in indentured servitude for 7 years to pay back his passage from England. When he accrued so much debt from his indentured service, he was thrown down to Georgia (as it was the debtors colony at the time). He then became what was the equivalent of Georgia’s first governor (though he was probably not called that at the time).

All of that takes quite a bit of spunk! Because he HAD to of known what he was in for being a stow-away. But what a remarkable life, huh??

Another person I would have liked to have met on my Mom’s side was Dwight D Eisenhower. Somehow he is related on my mom’s Mom’s side. Pretty cool, huh?!

I love this question! You know those changeable marquees outside churches? One of my favorite sayings on one of those marquees was: “Coincidences are when God choses to remain anonymous.”

That reflects perfectly how I have viewed coincidences. I can remember being in 9th or 10th grade and really seeing that even then. I even think that fate vs. free will play a part in all of that, too. Actually, I don’t believe in the “versus” part. I believe it is actually fate AND free will. Basically, I believe that we are fated to meet certain people, and it is what we decide to do with that meeting that is free will.

So the answer to the question is synchronicity. And I have multiple stories where I can totally see God’s hand in a seemingly simple introduction.

Kelly and Suzanne - post-single life!

Maybe it is because I am still somewhat of a newlywed (1 yr. 5 mths. 2 days as of today — OK 3 days since it is after midnight), but I really don’t miss much. I have quite a bit of freedom in my marriage, which is fabulous. I realized recently that I don’t just spend hours upon hours on the phone with friends like I used to. Mark told me today that he thinks I do just because I was on the phone with a friend for 30 minutes, but he really has NO idea!

Suzanne and I used to spend hours and hours on the phone especially when we were both single. We would even call each other in the middle of the night if we needed help or just to talk through a difficulty with a client, a boyfriend or just because. And I love those times on the phone. They were (and are still) very meaningful to one extent or another.

I am really trying to spend time with friends, but I enjoy being with Mark so much even if we aren’t doing anything special that I have to remind myself from time to time to just touch base with others. I love it that Mark loves all of my friends and that all of my friends love Mark too! So we enjoy having them over for dinner like we did last week with Sondra and Danielle.

But I might not get so much time with them one-on-one as I used to, but I have such an amazing family of friends that I know they are there for me just as I am there for them no matter how much time passes.

Aging

March 17, 2008

“At what age do most people become old and what is the secret to staying young?”

Well, since I just turned 40 in January, this question is very relevant. I may get a lot of flack for this, but it seems to me that people with children are “older” in general no matter what their age than people who are childless. I don’t know what that is exactly, but perhaps it is that they have a responsibility that far out surpasses any responsibility that those of us who are childless (at present anyway) have.

Thinking of being 40 is still a little foreign to me. I LOVED being in my 30s. I felt so much more at home in my body and in who I am. And I felt that almost instantly upon turning 30. While I still feel that way now, I guess I was thinking there would be another depth like that when I turned 40.

I know I haven’t answered the question directly, so perhaps I will come back to this question another day.

Conversation Starters

March 15, 2008

I keep saying I am going to blog thinking I have something important to talk about like the presidential race and the fact that I saw Obama, Huckabee and Clinton all speak before the March 4 Texas Primary. (Going to see them personally clinched my vote BIG TIME for Obama — hands down!) But then I let it go too long and then it just seems like too much time as passed for a blog to be relevant anymore….. So I just don’t do it…..

Well, I have this “game” called Table Topics with a bunch of cards in a box and I thought I would pick one and start talking about that until I make blogging an actual habit or close to it anyway. So here we go.

Ah, a good one chosen at random: “Where would you choose to live if you had to leave this country?”

Hmmmmm — do they mean Texas or America?? tee hee!!! (those outside Texas should know that we still think of Texas as its own country!)

Of the places I have been — Mexico, France, Italy, England, Austria and Switzerland — I would probably say France or Switzerland. I spent a summer in each country (France in 1986 and Switzerland in 1989), and I loved them both dearly. Unfortunately, not being able to speak French would make me a little apprehensive to live full time in either country before I learned French well.

I know I haven’t ever been to Canada, but I should really think I would like to live there just from what I saw on the film “Bowling for Columbine” about Canada’s news and crime statistics. I am so fortunate not to have ever been a victim of a direct crime upon my person or home (my car? definitely! My radio was stolen out of my Toyota Tercel 3 times!)

Where would you go if you HAD to??