TSA can KMA

Okay A little gripe about the OBNIXIOUS amount of security that I had to go through to get home from Mexico. First, because they do not have x-ray machines at the airport in Jalisco, they hand search all of your luggage.  They hand searched ALL of my luggage, but didn't search Andy's. Since we were traveling together, they usually will just check one person and not the other, so I didn't think much of this.  Our flight was 45 minutes late. When we were in the air on the plane, they hand you a customs form to fill out and inform you (only after you have checked all of your luggage of course) that the liquor laws have changed for the state of Arizona and you can only bring in 1 liter of liquor and not the 1.75 as stated on ALL of the government forms and that any excess of liquor will be destroyed.  After landing in Phoenix We had to wait another 30 minutes for our baggage. You get your baggage only to go through customs and be searched yet again, then recheck your bags AGAIN.... we missed our connecting flight because of this crap.  So we had to be redirected to Las Vegas and then take the red-eye to MKE.  We had to go through another security check point where we had to remove our shoes and I was yelled at for bringing a bag of marshmallows onto the plane. Three hours later we get on out Las Vegas flight and  since we changed flights and airlines... the baggage had to be rechecked again and we needed to get our tickets.. Well, mine was a special "random" ticket that meant I got to get "extra searched" and patted down and my luggage hand searched AGAIN, and I had to walk through half the airport barefoot because they had to x-ray my fucking flip-flops. Where I was then yelled at for not having my chapstick in a quart sized clear plastic bag.  I was informed that chapstick is considered a liquid.  Logical Chemistry tells me it's not, but hey, I can respect security. We then board the Milwaukee flight and 3 hours later I am back in Wisconsin where no one looks at anyone like their a terrorist. We collect our baggage and head over to my sisters house where I open up my suitcases to get out gifts when, low and behold, BOTH of the check bags were searched AGAIN by the TSA.. again "randomly" Where they did not place items back properly and my aerosol hairspray can emptied itself into my luggage and made on of those red "Thank you for shopping" plastic bags leak a sticky red substance onto ALL OF MY SHOES and my favorite white pants. They also placed a heeled shoe into the luggage so the heel was facing out and it tore a hole in my luggage. Yes, I know they did it because it was not how I packed it at all! Over the entirety of my trip, my luggage was check 8 times..... in my opinion a HUGE invasion of my privacy. Andy's bags, on the other hand, were filled with many bottles of tequila and Cuban cigars,  were never searched once

Hola

I am writing you from the lovely country of Mexico! We are on the beach almost every day and we´ve gone snorkling, hiking, and even went horseback riding along the shore. The weather is beautiful and I don´t want to go back home! except I have a large collection of sweaters that cannot be wasted.  really, as beautiful as it is here... I want to go home.  Perhaps I´m not cut out for the traveling life? or perhaps I just don´t like the food here.  The keyboards are different here too, so if something reads funny... It´s not my grammer.

I´m married now! holy crap.

It feels like nothing has changed.

More details will come later when I am back home.

Sick of Nachos.

Lovest,

Kathryn Basler. <3

What I did right

This may be a little too cute for some people, but give me my moment to gush...

Andy was here when I got home from a grueling day at work. He sat in the bathroom and talked with me while I showered... Andy took me out for dinner and told me how beautiful I was the whole night; even if  I only had the energy to put on jeans and a t-shirt and no make-up, not even lip gloss.  He sat and held me tight the whole night on the couch while we watched a movie.  He told me about how the first night we met, all he could see was my blue eyes and he was so happy I had blue eyes because they were his favorite. He told me about how he thinks I'm out of his league and every day he can't believe that I am with him. He thinks that I'm special, and that what we have is special.  Two years I've had to put up with him doing this. I have no idea what I did right to deserve this.  I was supposed to go out with some people from work tonight, but they never called. I was bummed about it. And Andy never left my side. He could have gone out with coworkers, he could have gone to uww homecoming, but he stayed. He stayed because he loves every minute we spend together... even if all we do is sit in the same room. I think I am the luckiest girl in the whole world.

"So I'll take that one day and figure out what I did right
I'll do it the same way for the rest of my life"

Excuse me please, one more drink...

Fun Wedding Fact: It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month we know today as the honeymoon.

I want to thank the lady that wrote me and told me not to worry about all the wedding plans going wrong. She referenced an episode of Sex in the City, stating that perfectly planned weddings don't equal perfect marriages.  She said maybe since I'm having a lot of trouble, the marriage will be good. Thank you, it really cheered me up.

I know I talk about the wedding a lot, but at this point, it is consuming my life.  Everyday it's "What wedding thing are we doing tonight?" But with only 28 days to go, the planning turned from nauseating, to actually kind of exciting.

I found some Calla Lilies that were fake, but realistic looking, and I made my own bouquets.  Only cost me $60. for everything and they look great. Screw you price gouging florist.

Our friend Stacey is playing the piano at the ceremony. We took piano lessons from the same teacher growing up, and I think we even played duets together! Now she is married to our best man. How small the world is.

I hate my new job.  I decorate wedding cakes.  Sounds pretty fun right? It's not. The only part of my job I like is creating something. I hate my boss, I hate the hours, and I don't really like cake anymore.  Perhaps it's that now EVERY part of my life is consumed with weddings.  I did get the chance to enter a cake I made into a wedding show. I put up a picture of it, check it out.  The topper is missing, but that's because it wasn't made when I took the picture. Also, that is made out of whipped cream; it's hard to work with because it smears so easily. 

Last month Andy and I were walking home from the grocery store and we came across a box of pit bull puppies. The box was marked "free" and I've wanted a puppy forever, so I took a couple of them home with me.  So we've been taking care of these puppies for a month or so, and I think they were abused, because they were so scared of us at first, but after a few weeks, they really warmed up to us, and they cuddle with us every night. 

Well, two nights ago, Andy and I were getting ready for bed, and I could have sworn I heard something moving, but I just thought it was the puppies.  We went into the bed room, and the dogs were staring under our bed and growling.  Sometimes they do that, because they knick their toys under the bed.  I just picked them up and put them on the bed with me, and crawled under the covers.  Not even 30 seconds later, they jump down and crawl under the bed, and suddenly A MAN STARTS SCREAMING!! There was a MAN hiding under our bed!!! He rolled out from under our bed and the dogs were attacking him! One was biting his neck and the other was biting his cheek! Andy jumped up and grabs something and starts hitting the guy with it, and I ran into the other room and call 911 and our neighbor comes running over to see what's going on.  Andy and our neighbor wrestle this guy until the cops come.  I'm just in hysterics and I'm bawling.. because what if I was by myself??!! It was so surreal! that stuff only happens in the movies! You forget that things like that can happen to you.

Okay I made that story up to make my blog more interesting.  That would never happen because I'd never walk home from the grocery store.