Nello 101
I decided not to the the “100″ list….
I’m gonna try something new.
“Okay Kelly-Nelly-Nello-Whatever. What is with all the names? You are confusing the crap outta me!”
You can find the explanation here.
“Alrighty then. I think I’ll call you Jello. I want to know absolutely everything about you.”
If you are serious check this out.
If you still need more… go here.
And if you’re still not satisfied here is just one more.
Do you wanna know everything about BOTH my pregnancies? The you should check this post out.
How about all my new years resolutions?
Oh… and aren’t you just DYING to know about my taste in music?
“Wow Jello. You are crazy. What on earth does a crazy person like you look like?”
Are you asking about what I look like in the morning?
… Or in a sixth grade school photo?
“Hmmm. You’re not that cute. Now let’s chat about all your gripin’. What is so bad that you felt you needed to start a blog and not get the actual therapy you need?”
Uhh…
I get chin hair.
Can’t stand people who comment on the state of my appearance.
I LOVE it when people say stupid crap to me.
I don’t really like going to airports with my kids.
Grocery Stores DEFINITELY aren’t for me.
I hate it when I can’t open jars.
Not a fan of cleaning bathrooms.
Stretch marks suck.
I’ve been known to shave my face.
I have crazy neighbors. Don’t believe me? Then read this and THIS!!
And finally…. the biggest most piss-me-off gripe out there:
Judgmental Mothers here here and here.
“Yep. You are crazy and not that cute. I heard a rumor though. I heard that you are are a blog designer. Is this true?”
Why yes. It is. You can check out my work here. If you think it is crap, then move on. If not, you can email me and we can talk some business.
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Hi, Kelly-
Clearly you don’t know me. I stumbled across your blog a few weeks ago and found myself quite intrigued with its contents. So I’ve been checking back every now and then.
I’m sorry to hear you’re having problems with your foot. I’m also really sorry to hear about your loss of hope (or diminished faith in its
powers), as well as the general blues you’ve referenced in some of your posts.
I’m pretty confident things will eventually work out. But I do know that the bluesy times are indeed dark and definitely debilitating. I experienced a Dark Period from late ‘97 to mid-year 2000. Contributing factors included a failed marriage, a string of unhealthy relationships, and many personal demons that I wish I had the wherewithal to have tackled a lot sooner in life.
Anti-depressants, psychotherapy, and some inner-fueled determination got me through those times. But the proverbial road was rocky at downright bleak at times.
I think I’m genetically and/or hereditarily prone to “a blue world.” I still do the therapy thing (individually as well as jointly with my partner/girl-friend/mother-of-our-three-year-old). And one of my primary hobbies seems to be coming to grips with childhood events and my general childhood environment. (Things weren’t necessarily bad per se. I wasn’t beaten or anything horrible like that. But, due to my parents’ inability to deal with emotional stuff (anger, disappointment, even joy), they unknowingly quashed emotional development in me and my siblings.
[Dang. I'm going deeper than I intended here. I hope you end up getting this message.]
What am I trying to say? I’m not really sure. I think I want to say what everyone is saying: Hang in there. You’ve got a lot of great things going on. You’ll get to a better point sometime soon. I feel it.
I also want to amuse you by telling you how I came across your site. Hopefully I won’t repel you. But I know it’s a possibility.
Here goes.
See, I’ve kinda got a thing for attractive women with foot injuries. I do indeed have your usual, garden-variety foot fetish. But my fetish/partialism veers into some weird territory. This weirdness has been with me forever it seems. Seriously, I can remember being “intrigued” by people (men, women, cartoon characters) with foot injuries way back when
I was a wee lad of five. Don’t know how my affliction developed. It just did.
Flash forward to now, when this attraction is now restricted solely (pun intended) to attractive females with an injured toe, foot, or ankle. I’m particularly partial to seeing pedicured toes protruding from a
cast or seeing a pretty female foot swathed in an ace bandage. But with today’s technology, air casts and walking boots have captured my imagination.
So I came across your blog one day while I took a break (no pun intended) from my job hacking away as a technical writer in Silicon Valley. I don’t remember what search engine I used, but I simply entered the keywords “broke” and “foot.” And I’ve been keeping tabs and enjoying your occasional picture ever since.
I know you can dismiss me as a perv. But I’m really a decent guy. (I almost wrote “fellow.” But I realized that I never use that word.) I guess I wanted to let you know that your unfortunate foot woe has occasionally brightened up my occasionally dreary days. (Silver lining comes to mind. But I realize that’s quite a stretch.)
Anyway…
I wish you the best, Kelly. I’m rooting for you. Hang in there. Mos def.
-Kevin
Hey Kelly,
Yes, Nello is my real first name.
I found your site while searching for a Domain Name for myself. I guess I’ll have to settle for
KellyDesign.Com (That was my second choice anyway).
Interesting site, I spent the last 20 minutes browsing through instead of getting my stuff done. I’m a little dizzy now and may need a drink or a nap whichever comes first.
Sorry about your foot, went through a similar situation and it sucked!!!!
I feel obligated to take the quiz (right foot) and I think you should put the Air Cast on your left foot for a couple hours just so he knows how it feels.
Nello:
You write well. And, I commend your Aunt. “Lee Hee Moi” is spelled Li Hing Mui. It can be purchased on line from Hungry Hawaiian Snack Shack.
I would spend a dime after school for three peices. That was Kailua, Oahu, 1964-65. Those were the days. The next year I was in Intermediate School and the peer group frowned on the purchase. I buy it now whenever possible.
Hey Nello! My name is Nello Boswell and I was amazed, shocked and thrilled to find your page. For years, I thought I was the only one. One day, years ago, a guy overheard my name and was amazed because he had named his dog that. In a stoned state of mind he made it up and couldn’t grasp that he had just met a girl with the same name. Over the years, I heard of Nello’s Pizza in Tempe Az. I have a shirt from there and wear it proudly. The next encounter was when I was scanning the credits of a movie called “The Last Prostitute” (no it’s not porn and is actually a good “comming of age” movie) I have looked it up on the net several times trying to find the origin. Everything I find is men. I’m fairly sure it is an Italian male name but am trying to find if it has a meaning. Do you know?
I’m sure you, like I, get the same thing, whenever I meet someone they begin to rhyme my name, and they ALL think they have done something original. Or they begin to sing, what I now call my theme song, “They call her Mellow Yellow” and I, of course, respond with “Quite right”.
Anyway, just wanted to drop in for a moment and say hi. Your site is interesting and I will be checking back. Take care, Nello girl.
Nello Boswell
Hi Kelly,
Have you or your daughter had a chance to see our site?
http://www.crps.physiciansforpatients.com
We are an online support community with a physician specialist available to answer questions.
Art
Dr. K
http://www.crps.physiciansofpatients.com
Hi Nello-keep up the blogging-I live in Dover Kent in the U.K. and it’s grey and cold here, has been for two months and a read of your blog and a look at the pics of the lovely N.M. flora brings a bit of that sunshine over here. Best regards. Shaun.
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