Old School

Last summer, while vacationing in France, Kellie discovered that even the most mangled attempt at speaking the local language was sufficient to transform the rudest, most arrogant Parisian into a friendly, helpful human being.  Before anyone accuses me of bigotry or stereotyping, I want to point out that the French themselves think that Parisians have an attitude problem.  Kellie’s experience convinced her that she needed to learn French because she has plans to return to France, soon.

Happy By Comparison

Does Facebook make us unhappy?  Researchers at Utah Valley University think so.  A study of over 400 college students revealed that the more time you spend on Facebook, the more you come to believe that everyone else is have more fun than you.  Facebook profiles tend to document the

You Complete Me

Relationships and marriage are about balance.  Couples don’t necessarily need to have the same interests (though it helps), but each partner should complement the other.  I think that’s why Kellie and I get along so well despite the glaring differences in our personalities.

She Always Says No

Last month we took a two-week cruise aboard the Caribbean Princess.  One night, the Assistant Cruise Director, Dan, hosted a simple game called the Yes No Show.  Contestants had to sit in a chair and have a conversation with Assistant Cruise Director Dan for three minutes without saying the words yes or no.  Successful participants won a bottle of cheap ship champagne.  Most contestants were not successful.  And the contestant who said yes or no in the shortest amount of time would have to lead the naked conga line the next day.  Kellie signed both of us up to play.

Who reads this stuff anyway?

Here's a breakdown by country of the visitors to Living in Kellie's World for the past week.  The hits from Russia are all spam, but the others appear valid.  I have been trying to imagine what someone in Saudi Arabia might think or say after reading the blog: "Crazy American females, no wonder the men there marry only one at a time."

More On Pets

Once I broke the no pet rule, Kellie felt free to do the same.  Sometimes she would buy pets while I was out on patrol aboard my submarine, the USS OHIO.  During one patrol, she decided to get a new cat.  When our girls started bickering over who got to hold the animal, Kellie solved the problem by getting two cats.  Kellie knew she had to break the news to me before I retuned from sea.  She sent me a letter (which I received at my first port call) containing a picture of my two youngest daughters, each holding their own cat. I may have been smart enough to command a nuclear powered submarine, but I somehow failed to grasp the meaning of the picture.  I assumed the cats belonged to friends or neighbors.

Absolutely No Pets Allowed

Marley

After Kellie and I got married, I laid down the law: no pets.  It’s not that I don’t like animals – I do – I just don’t like taking care of them.  Dogs are particularly needy, much more so than cats.  Cats are independent and don’t require much attention. Owning a dog, on the other hand, is like having a perpetual two year-old child that refuses to wear diapers.

Marriage Plots

In his book, The Seven Basic Plots: Why We Tell Stories, Christopher Booker claims that nearly all western literature can be categorized into one of seven basic story lines: Overcoming the Monster, Rags to Riches, The Quest, Voyage and Return, Comedy, Tragedy, and Rebirth.  While this blog certainly couldn’t be mistaken for literature, I wondered how I could use Booker’s schema to summarize my life in Kellie’s World? Here’s what I came up with:

Kellie's Boyfriend

At some point during the past 15 years, I promised Kellie that I would grow my hair to any length she desired after I retired from the Navy.  It's now been fourteen months since I left the service, and I look more like a Columbian drug lord than a retired submarine captain.  When we’re traveling abroad, people no long instantly peg me as an American.  So far I’ve been mistaken for a Brazilian, a Mexican, a Puerto Rican, and a woman.

The Serrano Pepper Incident

Over the past few years, I have developed the urge to a plant a vegetable garden.  Kellie’s response to my repeated requests to start plowing was always short, direct, and negative.  I was adamant; I told her that I was going to plant a garden whether she liked it or not.  She informed me that if disturbed so much as a single blade of grass, then I would never sow another seed again.