Saturday, November 7, 2009
So yes, we have started the Christmas shopping. I was amazed to find out that most people start shopping after Thanksgiving. Amazed! That seems like so much work to cram in such a short period of time. I started in August. I have a lot of people on my Christmas list.
I have found as I've gotten older that Christmas has flipped for me. I used to be so excited to get presents. And, don't get me wrong, I still do! But now I find the true excitement lies in hunting for the perfect present, wrapping it in adorable paper, tying the ribbon, and then watching in anxious anticipation for it to be opened. And then hoping they love it, love it, LOVE IT...otherwise, I am ashamed to admit, my feelings are hurt. I know it's silly, but I want to find the perfect gift for everybody on my list.
Is anybody else like this?
Hi. The Great Jay Leno 10pm Experiment? Not working. Let's just chalk it up to a bad idea and a lack of leadership to veto it.
Really? Petra? Really?!? On my Keane channel? Can I assume it was a computer glitch that won't happen again? Thanks. Also, Christian Music from 1989 called...they need their synthesizers back.
Petra...are you freaking kidding me?
Dear Jon Gosselin and Hailey Glassman,
Yeah, I'm not sure if you know this already, but going on Entertainment Tonight isn't considered a couples therapy session. What, exactly, were you thinking?!? Mary Hart doesn't moonlight as mental health professional. Stop it, please. It's awkward, this train wreck masquerading as your "relationship."
Dear Jim Carrey,
Could you please stop ruining Christmas movies for me? First the Grinch and now A Christmas Carol? That's quite enough.
And speaking of Christmas, one last timely letter...
I have been a very good girl this year, so I am asking for a trip to Tahiti. Thank you!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Here's the thing...my husband and I came early. We knew what time the movie started and we planned accordingly. That is so we could pick out our seats. You and your husband were late. You chose to shoehorn yourselves into our row, taking the last two seats right as the movie started, even though there were other seats you could have had. I didn't say anything when your husband kept talking to you; I knew he would shut up eventually. And he did. Eventually. But here's the thing...when you get there late, you lose your right to the armrest. I was early. I claimed it. Did you really think I was going to give it up? Please! Next time, show up early.
Dear Every Other Driver on I-71,
It's called the fast lane for a reason. You camping out in it going ten miles less than the other lanes isn't really helping anyone. It doesn't matter that you're going the exact speed limit. Did you miss the signs telling slower traffic to get into the right lane? Guess what? If you're in the left lane and traffic in the other lanes is passing you, you are the slower traffic to which the sign refers.
Dear Ohio Turnpike,
Thanks for catching up to the late 1990s and finally using E-ZPass. You rock.
Dear Raising Canes,
Your sauce is crazy delicious. SO freaking yummy! But what the heck is up with your entrances to the drive-thru? It's like navigating a maze in a car. I feel like you're applying an IQ test before people can eat at your establishment. I'm not saying that's a deal-breaker.
Dear Adam from Man Vs Food,
I'm worried about you. Seriously. You need your agent to renegotiate your contract to include cholesterol testing, appropriate meds as prescribed and the occasional stress test. Hey, you're fun to watch, but there is no way you can get approved for life insurance. You need to think about the future.
Dear Any Bus Driver Who Gets the Chance,
Please run over Heidi and Spencer. Back up. Run them over again. Please feel free to repeat as you deem necessary. Thanks from a grateful nation.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Her husband, Brad, was laid off from his position this past week, and they can use prayers and positive thoughts.
It's a bad time for a lot of people...Dave and I are so blessed that we are both gainfully employed and relatively safe in our positions. Having been through job loss for several months last year, I know how scary and frustrating it can be. Even though we are apart quite a bit, things could be so much worse.
Jen, I am praying for you, Brad and the boys. God bless!
Obviously I'm not really going to punch him in the face. Especially since he just told me he did read The Monster At The End Of This Book, which is one of my favorites. He redeemed himself.
Apparently my husband doesn't have much of an imagination...or much use for it. Forty is so unbecoming to him.
I wonder if he will get over that if we have kids. Maybe. But I finally understand why he says things like "Stop reading so many books and watch some television." He's obviously not a reader.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
All caught up!
The truth is that I was feeling a bit blocked. I couldn't think of what to write about. So I wrote nothing. But I've missed it, so I'm back.
Tonight's installment is coming to you from the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel, due to a flat tire. What better time to blog than during the wait for AAA? It always seems like something needs fixed or adjusted on our vehicles. Today's winner is the Explorer. What does it win? Apparently two new tires.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
And, sometimes my hair still looks like this. Nice to know some things never change.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Three years ago today, I married the greatest of guys, and my life has been so full of joy and happiness ever since.
Happy Anniversary, David.
I love you very much!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Do you remember me?!?
Seriously, after several weeks without an update, I wouldn't be surprised if you all had up and disappeared. Now you know why my houseplants always seem to die.
I had an office plant once that defied botany. It was a cyclamen that never stopped blooming for the entire length of the job. And then, the day I left, it died. Kind of weird. It was like it appreciated the neglect. I would remember it every once in a while, and then water it. It literally died in my car on the drive home that last day.
Oooh, look! Something shiny!!!
And so goes my attention span. So, in the course of the last few weeks, my oldest brother got married, I learned of the death of someone I went to college with, I baked a really fun castle cake for my cousin's daughter, I completed a fondant cake course, Dave and I traveled to upstate New York for the 4th of July weekend, and then we both came down with summer colds.
It's been a busy few weeks. And the summer cold thing? Totally sucked the most. We're still getting over them, thank you very much to Dave's brother Rick. I'll be remembering this when I shop for Christmas.
Dave and I have our 3rd anniversary coming up on Wednesday. And the plan was to celebrate this weekend. But since we are still a bit under the weather and can't taste anything, I'm not really sure we'll be spending money on a fabulous dinner if we can't tell how fabulous it actually is. Oh well...pj party on the couch works too.
The cake thing is taking off and I am working with someone to design a logo. Once I have some business cards and a list of offerings, I'll be good to go. I'm excited about, since it's the thing I love to do most. Fingers crossed.
I'm getting sleepy, so I'll post the 4th of July photos tomorrow. Lyndonville outdid itself once again!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
"I love my boxer."
Thanks for the heads up. If it's your pet, you should love them. This coming from an animal-free home.
I want to see a bumper sticker that's a little more genuine.
"I tolerate my Irish Setter."
"If it weren't for a good groomer, my golden retriever would be an outside dog."
"I hate cats, but I love my wife."
I would crack up if I saw that. Wouldn't you?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
No?!? What do you mean, no?
Okay then, go back and refresh your memory. I'll just sit here and get over the fact that I'm not as memorable as I think.
Back already? Excellent!
Look what I found!!!
Nice, right? Here's his brother!
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I knocked a pile of files off my desk.
I spilled salad dressing on my sweater at lunch.
I fear for the co-workers around me, that I might somehow collapse my cubicle.
If you see me today, do yourself a favor: Just wave from afar and move on.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Today's time-waster comes from YouTube. But first, a word from our sponsor.
YouTube...killing time for Kim since 2006.
Okay! Did any of you watch the Tony's last night? Me neither! Hey, I was shopping. Apparently Poison was a musical guest for reasons that haven't even begun to be determined. Our hero, Bret Michaels (he of Rock of STD Love fame), somehow screwed up the exit stage left/right instructions he received and instead exited straight back...into a moving prop. A moving prop that promptly flattened him. So, join with me in snickering at his very graceful face-plant. And all while being serenaded by Stockard Channing. Priceless.
Go ahead...watch it again. You know you want to. Look at his bandmates trying in vain to warn him.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Today's assignment is to name 6 unimportant things that make me happy. Seems like a breeze, right? But I realized when I started the list that lots of things that make me happy are important. Things like seeing Dave (husband is definitely important) and time with my family (ditto family). So I figured I would have to dig a little deeper.
So here they are, my 6 Unimportant Things That Make Me Happy:
1. Orange soda, specifically Orange Crush or Sunkist. Not the yucky mandarin orange stuff. It reminds me of summertime as a kid. Great memories, especially those glass bottles they used to come in.
2. When my cousins call me Kimmy. Not everyone can get away with it, but my cousins say it so naturally. It makes me feel like I'm part of their little kid club.
3. Watching fireworks, specifically in Lyndonville, NY during the 4th of July celebration. Nothing better! Sure, there might be bigger displays, but for a small town with a focus on a family celebration, this is the best.
4. Reading blogs...I have a really long list of blogs I follow. I find them interesting and funny. And they make my day.
5. That moment of evening between dusk and dark. Twilight. The sky is so beautiful then, like a painting. Soft light, soft sounds, the day is drawing to a close. And now that summer draws near, the air cools a bit then and it relaxes me.
6. Getting into my husband's car, and smelling his cologne on the seat belt. It's like getting a hug from him.
Now I am supposed to tag others, but most of the people on my list have already done this. So...if you are reading this and have not yet written such a post on your blog, consider yourself tagged.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
YouTube...killing time for Kim since 2006.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
First, the very large bottle of wine that Amy and I killed last night. You were yummy, and the perfect addition to girls night. We appreciate the sacrifice, but perhaps you could have warned me about the large headache you were inducing.
Second, my alarm clock. Your shrill beeping at 6:20, 6:25, 6:30, and 6:35 was certainly the way to start the day. Thanks for being so tenacious.
To the two police officers who blocked the left lane this morning during rush hour in order to run in and grab coffee...thanks so much, guys! I just wanted to let you know how helpful it was to have to switch lanes when it was bumper-to-bumper. Excellent! Hey, by the way, I'm heading home at 5pm and then I have to get to a class at 6:30pm. Perhaps you could block a lane on 670 for me then?
And finally, to the chucklehead on the phone first thing this morning who asked if I was Korean...thank you for letting me know I can be discriminated against simply because I have the same first name as a dictator. You're right, sir. Clearly I am to be lumped in the same category. What could my parents have been thinking?
Friday, May 15, 2009
I think we all have an age or time that we stick our family members at. To me, my Gramma is in her 60s, my mom is 40-something, which makes me up past my bedtime!
I'm so lucky that my Gramma has been such a formative part of my life. I like to think I have some of my independence and spirit from her. She fought breast cancer and kicked its ass, while at the same time took care of my grampa when he was dying of heart disease. She watched her second husband fight stomach and liver cancer which ultimately took his life. She has an iron will and a spine of steel. She laughs in the face of osteoporosis, arthritis and a genetic predisposition for strokes.
And, most importantly, she laughs at all of my jokes. I love her with a fierceness that is reserved for only the most important people in my life.
One of my favorite memories is from the morning of my wedding day. It was 6am and I couldn't sleep. I went out to the living room and she was sitting there. She and I talked about the past, the present and the future. We laughed, we cried. And I realized that no matter how old I get, I am still her grandbaby. And I am proud to carry that title.
Happy Birthday, Gramma! I love you so very much.
Monday, May 11, 2009
My mom is engaged! As in, getting married! To a really great gentleman who treats me like his own daughter. I'm so thrilled for her. I knew it was coming, but wasn't sure exactly when. I got a call from her Friday night as I was driving home to Cleveland.
I finally saw the ring this morning and it is gorgeous.
I am so happy. And I get to help plan a wedding that isn't my own. Hooray!
Congratulations, Mom. I am so happy for you and Don!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Its sweet, siren song has been calling to me for a few months. I rationalized getting it by explaining how it will help me stay connected now that I don't have internet at home during the week. Which translates to I need to be on Facebook and this blog after hours, so there!
Here's the transcript of a conversation Dave and I just had about the phone:
Dave: Does it have the pointer-thinger...the tick-tick-tick thing?
Me: No, it has the flick-flick-flick thing and the ch-ch-ch-ch-ch thing. No tick-tick-tick- tick though.
Dave: Oh, I thought you wanted a tick-tick-tick thinger.
Me: I don't need it.
I dare you to try to figure out what the heck we were talking about. We understood each other, but we both may be a little bit insane. A healthy level of insanity is required for marriage, right?
Hey, can someone let me out of this room? I don't like padded walls.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Every day. Bumper to bumper. Columbus needs rail service or 3 more lanes on every highway in each direction.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
In the corner!
I hear you snoring!!!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I did this!!! Can you believe it?!? And the really amazing thing is that I carried this cake from the house to the car, the car to class, class to the car, car to the house, house to the car, and, finally, from the car to work. And all without dropping it. I felt like one of those contestants on the Food Network Cake Challenge, where they have to lift their 700 lb. cake and carry it to a separate table for display.
Except, you know, my cake was less than a pound. And in a convenient carrier. And only two layers. But still!
Last night was the end of Course 1 at Wilton University. I'm totally telling everyone I'm taking classes. What's that, you want to meet for drinks? Sorry, can't. I have class tonight at the university. We're learning royal icing techniques. The professor is a real stickler!
Actually, I am already enrolled in Course 2 which starts next week. I only have to make one cake for this class. And the instructor, Denise, could not be nicer! I highly recommend taking the classes with her at the Michael's at Easton. She made the first course so much fun.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
And, you lost because of these earrings!
Sweetheart, they are hideous.And can we talk for a second about gracious losing? Stop doing interviews where you claim the only reason you lost was because of your answer. Hello?!? That's why they ask the questions! To weed out the ones who don't quite measure up. Why not say something like "The new Miss USA is a great choice. She will be a terrific ambassador for the organization."
Lie if you must. You're a pageant veteran after all. But stop sounding all sour grapes about the whole thing. You sound like you're being interviewed right before 4th period English class at Pretty Pretty Princess Middle School.
If I were the new Miss USA, I'd track California down and throw Donald Trump's combover at her.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I made a lemon cake with raspberry filling for last class. I wasn't crazy about the icing, so I am adding butter this week to see if that is an improvement. Those are tulips, in case you are florally-challenged.
This week it's chocolate cake with a fudge filling.
Monday, April 20, 2009
She used to keep old-fashioned butter mints around and I loved them! I remember trying to sneak into the kitchen to get them. She kept them on a high shelf, and I pulled drawers out from the floor to the counter to climb up and get them. Amazingly, I didn't hurt myself. My clumsiness is well known.
I have no idea why I dreamt about her, but I've had several people tell me she is trying to send a message or there is something in my subconscious I'm trying to remember about her. Whatever the reason, the dream gave me such a feeling of happiness. I didn't realize how much I missed her. My nieces and nephews are so lucky that they have a great-grandmother in their lives. One who is active and very present for them. Most people aren't that lucky.
Roma was the mother of the gramma I live with now. I can remember drinking out of pink glasses like the photo below since I was very small. It turns out these glasses belonged to Great-Gramma Roma. It's amazing to me that Gramma lets us drink out of them. What a treasure they are.
I'll have to see if I can find some photos of her to post.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Listen, fella, look at my feet. See the cute, peep-toe red heels? Okay, now travel up. See me? Hey, my eyes are up here, buddy! Anyway, I'm clumsy on a good day. I'm thrilled to get through my day without tripping. So, let's do a little math to figure this out.
Chipotle Floor + Mopping = Slick Surface.
Slick Surface + Kim + Red Peep-Toe Heels = Disaster
Yes, I managed to make it out of the place unscathed. I stayed upright and didn't slip at all. Of course, that's only because I used the ledge to steady myself. If I crash in the Chipotle because of a wet floor, think I can get free Chipotle out of it? More than 1 or 2, I mean.
I noticed today that when I say the word "fabulous, " I use jazz hands. What is that about? And when did I start?
It's a beautiful day here in the capital city. Sun is shining, people are in a good mood. Spring has sprung, people. I think there should be mandatory work release on Fridays that are this beautiful. Can somebody get on this for me?
Have a great weekend, everybody!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
For me, the thought of being kept alive artificially holds no allure. Medical advances being what they are, I trust that doctors should know what constitutes a vegetative state. And I don't want to be in that state. Nor do I want my husband or family to have to decide what to do. I feel that I am the best person to decide what I want to happen to myself, and I would rather decide that now. While I am not 100% comfortable stating my exact wishes here, rest assured it is included in my planning.
It is important for me to maintain dignity throughout the process. I should be the one to make the plan, not someone for me. And not, God forbid, someone for political gain as in some of the more well-known cases.
I used this link to prepare an Advanced Directive to prepare for such an event. And I am going to sit down with my husband so we can discuss our wishes together. But it doesn't stop there. I also plan on sharing this information with my family (Mom, Dad, etc.) so they know my wishes as well. The idea of a tug-of-war over top of my hospital bed is enough to make me crazy, and I will not allow that to happen. Not if I can help it.
I hope that by posting this, it inspires you to have this conversation as well. It is so critically important, but it takes a very small amount of time.
My mom had a good birthday. The big celebration with us will be Saturday evening, but she went out to dinner with her "friend" Don last night. I feel bad that her birthday got a bit overshadowed, but this way, she gets to spread the celebration out. That's not really all that bad.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Mom would like you all to believe she is 39, but that would mean she was a very small child when she had me. However, just for today, I'll indulge this wish.
So, Happy 39th Birthday, Mom! I love you very much and I hope your day is everything you want it to be! And if you can stretch your celebration from a day to a week, then even better.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
I spent Saturday morning baking a coconut cake and setting up the house for the Easter celebration on Sunday. Then, I drove up to OakHaven Golf Course in Delaware to watch Dave's golf team battle the elements. It could have been worse, weather-wise, but it was still pretty crappy. The only redeeming factor was the sun shone all afternoon. But the wind! Dreadful and cold. I absolutely froze. I managed to stay just above hypothermia levels until the very end, when the sun started to droop down and the wind kicked up. That's when the shivering and teeth-chattering started. And, you all know, once that happens, you've passed the point of no return. I was so happy to get back into the car and turn the heat on.
But even with the weather, I still had a great time. I got to see Dave's team, and they are a great group of guys. All very funny, very nice. Golfers are a little different when it comes to college behavior. I also got to see a couple of our old friends. Dave and I know the coach from Mt. Union College. I miss him so much now that I am in Columbus, so it was a great surprise to see him there. We also got to see one of Dave's former golfers who lives down here. All in all, a good day. Of course, if the temperature had been about ten degrees warmer with no wind, that would have been perfect. But considering that this tournament had a snow delay last year, I'm not going to dwell.
Yesterday, most of the family converged on Gramma's for the annual Easter Dinner. This year we had 21 people ranging in age from 90-something to 1 month. Dave wasn't able to make it since he had the golf tournament and got home late Saturday. We had the requisite egg hunt, along with some fabulous food. Ham, cheesy potatoes, mac and cheese, green bean casserole, homemade rolls...the works! Yummy delicious. Thank goodness we don't eat like that every weekend!
This is the week of Dad's procedure, so I am a little preoccupied with that. I went to see him last night and got the rundown of his medications. Nothing makes you grow up faster then having to discuss living wills and powers of attorney with a parent. And while I don't expect we'll need to worry about anything, it doesn't hurt to be prepared.
Fingers crossed for a good week.
Friday, April 10, 2009
My favorite line of dialogue from last night's episode of Bones:
Booth: "We have to stop hanging out with geniuses, or you're going to figure out how dumb I am."
Brennan: "Don't worry about that!
I know...I KNOW! It's not a fun topic. Nobody likes to think about what horrible things could happen to themselves. But, what if something did? Have you communicated your wishes to your loved ones? Do they know what you want to happen? Do you want to ask someone to make such difficult decisions when they are emotionally wrought? Neither do I! And since I am in the middle of helping my Dad prepare documents that address these issues in advance of his procedure next week, it is obviously very timely for me.
Hospice of the Western Reserve (Cleveland) has a project they are coordinating for this event. They are asking bloggers to post their wishes on their blog. Here is the information my friend Paige sent me:
April 16th—yes, the day after taxes—is National Healthcare Decisions Day. As a part of this initiative, Hospice of the Western Reserve would like to invite you to share your wishes in the event of a tragedy on your blog.
You’ve heard about the high profile cases: Terri Schiavo, Karen Ann Quinlan and Nancy Cruzan. All were young women, and none of them established their end of life wishes before being faced with tragedy.
The younger you are, the more important it is to plan ahead. Although the likelihood that they will be needed is not as great, the severity of the consequences is greater.
If you’re interested in raising awareness for advance care planning among young professionals in Cleveland, let me know and I can send you Courage in Conversation and/or set you up with someone from our team to discuss. I’ll be posting on my personal blog on April 16, too, and will be providing links to participating blogs/columns on our website, HospiceWR.org. I’d like to invite you to link back to this page on your blog, too.
Here are some questions to get you going:
• What is most important for you in your life right now?
• What are your most important hopes?
• What do you hope to avoid most of all?
• Which options would you prefer?
• Attempt cure; use all appropriate interventions.
• Give curative treatments where appropriate and manage other conditions; avoid aggressive interventions.
• Keep me comfortable and emphasize quality of what time remains; avoid potentially life-prolonging interventions.
If you have a blog, please consider participating as well as having this conversation with your loved ones. If you don't have a blog, just have the talk. There is additional information on preparing advanced directives on this site.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Staci and I became acquaintances when we were planning our weddings. We were both on a local board on The Knot. Because of Staci's recommendation, we ended up with an awesome and affordable DJ at our wedding. And, for that, I will be eternally grateful to Staci.
Last night before bed, I was listening to some music I had downloaded. Blue October has released a new album and there is a song called "My Never" which is incredible. (I have to apologize for the link, though. It's the only one I can find that isn't completely awful since I just discovered that the song will be in the "New Dawn" movie.) Beautiful, moving lyrics, completely relatable. I think everybody has a "Never." Someone who didn't work out. A relationship that was wrong in the timing. A person you were sure you would end up with, but you didn't. And, when I look back, I am so happy that things worked out the way they did. I would gladly trade my never for my forever. But I'm also glad that my never was in my life at one point. All the twists and turns, the somersaults...they were worth it, to get me onto the path I needed to be on. To make me who I am.
If you are in Columbus, you may read The Other Paper. I have some friends on the cover.
Don't they look great? Like they are having such a good time? They were partying after the New Kids On The Block concert last Friday. I love their custom-made t-shirts. No, I don't know all of them, but the ones I do are so freaking hilarious, so very nice, and let's face it, so darn cute. Makes me almost sorry I wasn't a fan of New Kids back in the day.Shout out to my friend, Randy! He turns 35 today. Happy Birthday, buddy!! May you get to watch all the Master's Tournament you can stand this weekend.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Speaking of Murphy's Law, when I was in grade-school, I had a classmate whose last name was Murphy. In gym class, when we were playing basketball, she named her team "Murphy's Law." And I found that just so funny because, really, if you are looking to be successful, you probably don't want to use that particular name. Gee, what a nerd I was. I was probably the only one to find it funny, because nobody else thought about it. And now that I think about it, she was a really good athlete, so her team probably won the tournament. She was the prettiest girl in class, too. And she looks exactly the same now. How unfair is that? Well, I've managed to depress myself. I'm awesome.
It would be great if you guys could think some positive thoughts for my father. It turns out he may have a blockage creating issues in the lower chambers of his heart, so he will be going in for a procedure next week to fix the issue. Crossed fingers or prayers will also be appreciated. You know...whatever your thing might be.
Tonight is the first night of my cake decorating class. Let's hope, upon completion, I have skills in that area. Otherwise, I may end up on this site. Of course, I'm not a professional, nor do I plan to be. A friend of mine told me he had taken the class. And I am ashamed to admit that I found that surprising. Me! A totally independent, do your own thing, don't let gender get in your way kind of person. I didn't, for an instant, think guys would be in the class. And that shames me. I'm hanging my head right now, wallowing in the shameful shame-i-ness. Sigh. So very sorry, my totally heterosexual friend who just wanted to make fabulous cakes. Will you tutor me if I need help?!?
Work has been busy. Training in earnest to get up to speed on my job. Lots to learn, and I need to know something about everything that my employer does. A jack of all trades. I'm quickly learning what I like, and what I hate. But, overall, a lot of like, and very, very little hate. I feel so lucky to have such a great place to work, with really fabulous co-workers. It's a nice feeling.
Spring is here, in spite of the snowfall earlier this week. Driving down Broad Street in Columbus yesterday, the sun was shining and the blossoms were out on the trees. There is nothing prettier that spring-flowering trees. Just when you think you cannot stand anymore gray or brown dreariness, voila! Pink and white blossoms, green buds. Everyone is happier.
And, if you're like me, you know what's next!
Orange construction barrels!!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
The poor girl at the window was mortified! I'm sure she thought I was going to yell at her, but it wasn't her fault. In her defense, she did offer to give me extra napkins. That was a fun drive home, I tell you. Serves me right. Clearly fate was out to get me.
Ever have a bad-luck moment? Or, in my case, a bad-luck weekend? I need a get-away from my get-away.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
This one is three years old, but still cracks me up!
Dave wants me to include this, and I admit, it is so freaking funny!
Here's another Sprint..."This, in here, and we're outta here! Buckle up, dudes!"
YouTube...killing time for Kim since 2006.
Friday, April 3, 2009
2. I think that anyone who says "You would understand if you had kids" to a lady who has fertility issues should be smacked across the face twice; once to get their attention and the second to drive home the point.
3. Bra companies need to do a better job designing bras for those of us who have (ahem) ample cleavage. We would like to wear cute bras, too. Can someone get on this?!?
4. I really feel that people who tell you the book was better than the movie should be laughed at..of course the book was better than the movie! How pretentious can you get?
5. Payroll administrators are sexy in a "you get paid because of me" kind of way.
6. I miss Wendy the Snapple Lady.
7. I think chicken sandwiches from Winking Lizard are crazy delicious!
8. If a car is driving beside you and it's a Lexus, chances are pretty good it's going to cut you off.
9. I'm really not sure how whisking mayo twice will make it taste better.10. And I think it's gonna be a long long time, till touch down brings me round again to find, I'm not the man they think I am at home. Oh no no no I'm a rocket man.
11. You shouldn't complain about the cost of Girl Scout Cookies. It's a FUNDRAISER, for crying out loud!
12. I would just about kill for spearmint Tic-Tacs.
13. I'm longing for a warm beach.
Okay, I am a *bit* spoiled. But I love the fact that I have this time with both of them. It's time I'll never regret, even though I am separated from Dave during the week. It's a trade-off, and I have to believe that we are on this path for a reason. Fingers crossed that he finds a job here soon. Until that happens, I'm incredibly lucky to have family that has room for me.
I love the fact that we laugh every single night. We share funny stories. Gramma told me a story about lipstick one night that had me in tears. Even now, thinking about it, I chuckle. And I'm so glad, I'm so thankful that the three of us enjoy being around each other.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
My cranberry juice tastes wrong. My favorite hand lotion is missing. I broke a nail getting in the car, then broke another getting out.
This may not be my day.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
But then there's more, which I just saw today!
So here is the question of the day. Who wins? Bobby Knight or James Hetfield?
I decided I should probably get rid of the ones I never wear, and pare down a bit. Gone are the half-used bottles of what was I thinking, you've got to be kidding, and the Bath and Body Works Collection that no longer exists in the store. And can someone explain to me why they only discontinue the scents I like? That drives me crazy!
Anyway, I decided to wear my "special-occasion" perfume this morning. Chanel No. 5. Love it! It was the perfume I wore at my wedding. It was the perfume my mom wore for her special occasions. It makes me feel grown-up and sophisticated. But when I mentioned what I was wearing to someone when she asked, she kind of made a face. And it made me think of an NCIS episode when a character asked if anyone wore Chanel No. 5 anymore. Do they? Am I old-fashioned for loving it? And here's the bigger question...do I even care?
Regardless, I smell fabulous!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
*abbreviation used to prevent offending blog readers.
So I tell the story, and these guys look at me as if waiting for the punchline. They had NO IDEA what the song was. And then, as if in unison, two guys get their laptops out and start searching for it on Google. It was so sad, because I didn't think the song was THAT old. Except that, yes, it was from college, and yes, that was a few years (13) ago. And YES, these guys were like 6 or 7 years old. But still!
All those times I got carded recently? Down the drain, I tell you. Those guys just stared at me. Tell me again, Kim, about the time the dinosaurs rocked the greek mixer. Whatever. That song was played at every event! That and Salt-N-Pepa, which reminds me of one night at the TKE house, but that's a story for another day.
I'm off to search for lines on my face.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I picked up the Pearl Jam re-release last night on a shopping spree. Spree is defined very loosely...it also included two shirts, MAC primer, and a new journal. The CD? It's awesome. Incredible tracks, new music. The only thing that sucked was that the CD player in my car stopped working, so I had to wait until today to listen to it. I really need to get that thing fixed.
March Madness moves on and my bracket is in flames. That's not so awful; it happens every year. What stinks is that the person who picked Siena over my Buckeyes also made a few other picks which trumped mine. Retribution will be swift. It's one thing to win one game but to absolutely trounce my bracket on your own? Unacceptable.
The birthday week is almost over. It will soon be followed by the treadmill week, then the step up the cardio week and so on, to counteract the massive amount of sweets I've eaten. My new boss turned 50 on Wednesday and, suffice it to say, I made a piggy of myself that day as well. There was just so much to eat. Except coffee cake.
Let me tell you the coffee cake story. It's a good one.
Wednesday morning, my co-worker and mentor (and all-around funny girl), Virginia, was carrying a coffee cake from the parking garage to our department for the birthday foodfest. She loaded herself down and set off for the stairwell. At the door, disaster struck. The load shifted and the dish with the coffee cake plummeted to its demise. That dish broke into a jillion pieces. I would have loved to have overheard the streak of words coming out of her mouth when it happened. She brushed the shards to the side in one pile, and called building services to let them know. On Friday, it was still there. Like a little memorial. Here lies Ginny's suicidal coffee cake.
Tomorrow I'll be writing about my niece, Palmer. She just discovered Barbie, and I'll say this...that damn doll ruins everything.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
His boss was nice enough to let him out of work early today so he can drive down and have dinner with me. I'm so glad I get to see him on his actual birthday.
Honey, I love you! I hope your birthday is exactly what you want it to be. I cannot wait until I see you tonight.
Go to Giant Eagle to order birthday cake for Saturday, pick up cake for Thursday, get supplies for potluck at work. Get soaked in pouring rain walking from car to door and back again because umbrella is missing.
Realize I forgot ice cream for Thursday's cake. Stop at Kroger. Get soaked again walking from car to store and back.
Realize I forgot key ingredient for potluck recipe. Drive back to Kroger. Get soaked walking to door. Get heckled by Kroger greeter who comments that I was just there.
Stop, give fish-eye to greeter, thank him for pointing that out. Get ingredient, walk back to car in rain. Get in car, shut door, rain stops. Notice umbrella is under a bag in the backseat.
I am awesome, am I not?
UPDATED: And speaking of my awesomeness, how about the fact that the title should have read A Lesson in Grammar, since I had such an obvious error. It has been corrected, and thank you to that one person who pointed it out. For those of you that noticed and just laughed, I can appreciate that too!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Okay, I understand that a lot of you may need a moment to digest that last statement and stifle the laughter. Yes, it is true I have very little athletic ability. I'm happy if I can stay upright walking down the hall. So the thought of me swinging a blunt instrument to create a flying projectile that could end up God knows where might be a little overwhelming. Chuckle away, but I'm only giving you ten more seconds. Okay, STOP!
Okay, the sign! It was attached to a construction zone on Sunbury Road and said "No Electrocution Zone." I thought I read it wrong, so I did the Scooby-Doo "WHAT?!?" head-shake. But I read it correctly the first time.
So it begs the question, exactly where is the "Electrocution Zone?" Is it negotiated into the workers' contracts that certain areas be deemed as electrocution-free zones. What happens if you get electrocuted in a "No Electrocution Zone?" Are you ticketed? Some kind of citation.
But I do get the meaning. The point is that if you put the message up where people will read it, it makes them be more careful. A self-fulfilling prophecy. If you say it, over and over, it will happen. It's a good lesson. Learn to live in the moment. Conscious of what is happening.
And take it a step further. I've been inspired by some other bloggers recently who are finding the good things that happen every day. Seizing on moments of joy and laughter, love, even absurdity. The things that happen on your daily journey that make you stop, or provoke a response. So, I am going to remember the great moments throughout my day, and replay them at night when the day is through.
I had some great moments yesterday. A phone conversation with Dave that made us both laugh when I told him I didn't want to hit golf balls from the grass because I didn't want my brand-new super cute golf shoes to get dirty. A moment at work when I smiled after helping someone who just needed help, and I had the privilege of being that person. Reliving memories with an old and dear friend. Awesome onion straws at dinner. Asparagus that was cooked perfectly. Going to bed smiling, and waking up with the smile still there.
And now sharing these things with you.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Ummm, yes? Funny enough, we had to disclose our last names to each other when we applied for the marriage license. I'm thinking we need to give our kids last names as firsts to counteract.
I was just looking at my analytics for the blog. I don't normally have keyword activity, but some poor soul typed "pssst table-dance" into Google and somehow found my blog! I am giggling uncontrollably here.
Listen, kind reader who I am sure did not want to end up here, I apologize!! I am so sorry this happened.
Now I'm off to try it myself.
UPDATE: My blog is listed third down from the top. Amazing! I can't buy this kind of exposure. Of course, what are the chances anyone else will do that?!?
Saturday, March 21, 2009
And as I was typing this, my actual husband told me he doesn't like Pearl Jam. I need a moment to catch my breath and recover from the stroke he just gave me.
Okay, better now!
Anyway, I'm pumped for the purchase. And speaking of the early to mid-90's, I just reconnected via Facebook with a great friend from college. Amazingly, we are now in the same geographic area, shop at the same grocery, travel the same roads, etc. Small world getting smaller. Anyway, after a week of saying hi and swapping messages and funny comments, we started chatting and, surprisingly, it was like the 13 year absence didn't exist. When you are blessed with a good friend, there is a natural ebb and flow. Easy conversations, a shared sense of humor, similarities that go beyond coincidence. I'm so glad we've crossed paths again. The conversations we have had recently made me remember how much fun we've had in our past. I hope that continues. We always need friends, don't we. Even if that friend picked Siena over my beloved Buckeyes in their bracket, then had the nerve to actually be correct in the pick. Painful! And, if you're reading this, I look forward to paying off that bet.
Dave has a big birthday this week! He turns 40 on Thursday, and, unlike me, seems to be handling it with grace and ease. I'm sure I'll cry for a week before mine, but that is a ways off. That's the bonus of marrying someone much, much older! Okay, it's only 5 1/2 years older, but still.
Speaking of birthdays, my blogger friend, Julie, has a birthday tomorrow. Be sure to stop by and wish her a Happy Birthday!!! Julie is one of the funniest people I have ever met. If you aren't familiar with her blog, please take some time to read it. Her take on life is refreshing, humorous, and, at times, poignant, but always spot-on! Happy Birthday, Julie! I hope your birthday is fabulous. And if you can stretch your celebrations into a week, then I will be truly impressed.
My dad's birthday is next Sunday, so I'm sure by the end of this week, I'll have eaten enough cake to fulfill Marie Antoinette's wish that started the French Revolution.
Speaking of cakes (and good segues, thankyouverymuch), I have signed up for a cake decorating class on Wednesday nights in April. My mom used to do this, and I have always thought it would be fun. Fingers crossed that I have the skills.
Hmmmm, what else.
I know a lot of people have been asking about Dave. He has not yet found a job in the Columbus area, but we are hopeful. It's been hard, but we are dealing with it. And we always appreciate the tips. If you hear of something, please let us know. It's obviously a bad market, and we are lucky that we are both securely employed. We have the ability to be patient.
My job is still just fabulous. I really enjoy what I do. I basically have conversations all day long. That is such a perfect job for a big mouth like me. I love to talk! And I do it so well. The clients I talk to are also great. They are friendly, and some of them are hilarious. Not a day goes by that I'm not completely cracking up on at least 2-3 calls during a day. Sometimes I wonder if my bosses are thinking I'm on a personal call. My favorites are the ones who call in and immediately tell me how warm it is in Florida or Georgia or Arizona or wherever it is they are calling from. Although March in Ohio can suck, we've had some mild and, dare I say, beautifully warm and sunny days. Spring fever abounds.