Who taught you how?

I have an acquaintance that is always asking me about my hairstyle, choice of clothing, perfume, etc.  She is a very sweet gal but not really in the "friend" category.  I was just asked yesterday about my outfit and thought about the people in my life that taught me how to.............

Fix my hair:
Mom, the queen of White Rain Hairspray.  Also, Belinda Carlisle.

Coordinate clothing:
Madonna

Apply makeup:
No one, hence the reason my make up resembles Tammy Faye Baker.

Drive:
Kermit tried but failed miserably so I would give credit to the dumpy little man that taught Drivers Ed in the summer of 1991.

Cook:
Not my mother.  I had to figure this out on my own.  Still working on it.

Clean:
My grandmother, dusting and vacuuming was what I did for fun at her house.

Swear:
Duh, Kermit!

Be a good mother:
My mother and Terri P.

Music:
Kermit, college friends, on my own.

Art:
Matt H when we worked together behind the bar.  On slow days, we had lots of time to talk about his love of art.

Love:
The Kidlet, Mom/Dad, Matthew, Scott, Ashley, Jamie and Michael.

Butterflies, pixie dust and rainbows ....

It is always nice when things are going good in your life.  It is supposed to be a time of euphoria, time to daydream and think of "what if's".  Things have really fallen into place for me in the last few weeks (professionally and personally), while I am inspired; I am trying to not be skeptical as that is my nature.

It is almost comical that you think that you know what you want in life then in a moment, you realize that you were either confused or never really knew in the first place.  This sounds like a textbook case for a professional in my opinion but crazy enough, I have figured a few things out on my own.  Being the list maker that I am, I present you with  my Want List 2012:

*  Acceptance
*  Comfort
*  Satisfaction
*  Compassion
*  Friendship
*  Romance
*  Forgiveness
*  Humor
*  Respect

Happiness has to come from within not seeking it through others.  I think that I have got "me" under control and I am ready for the new and exciting projects and relationships that are in my sight-line.

Bring it!

Things on Tuesday

LOVES:
*  Fantastic holiday weekend
*  Watermelon
*  Renaming Lucy, Sammy Hagar:  The Dog
*  Last week of 2nd grade for The Kidlet
*  Van Halen concert in three weeks (David Lee Roth and not Sammy Hagar:  The Dog)
*  New swimsuit
*  Puppy kisses
*  Date this week with Dr. Rob
*  Discovering the Josh Radin version of one of my favorite Yaz songs, Only You http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DntmcaYPv5A
*  Great friends and family

LOATHES:
*  Shattered iPhone screen (fingers crossed it will be repaired tomorrow)
*  Lack of luck at Hard Rock Casino
*  Researching summer camps
*  Unopened letter from the the IRS that needs my attention
*  Sore arms
*  Crazy/busy week

Summer's Eve Announced New Spokesman: John Mayer

Actual quote(s) from The Ultimate Douche:

On the Crayon Philosophy:
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'no - I want magenta!'"

On caring too much:
"Sometimes I get so bold and I'm so confident about what I'm doing that I actually try to be more of a dork because it's a really liberating feeling to experience what it's like to not care."


Is he a real person?

*  UD dropped out of college after two semesters but prides himself on his intellect
*  He listed himself as his favorite artist on Facebook
*  He has repeatedly spoken negatively about the women that he has dated showing his lack of maturity
*  Those ridiculous facial expressions when playing guitar are offensive
*  Got talent?  Absolutely but it seems that this UD should keep his trap shut unless he is singing about "candy lips and bubblegum tongue"

Congratulations Summer's Eve.
***  JM is not really the spokesperson but he would be perfect!

Have a great Memorial Day Weekend everyone, I'm out!

Keeping my ey-eyes and op-options open.

I am still in full throttle dork-ette mode by loving the Taylor Swift, Eyes Open song.  I lo-love it.

Going along with my current theme of looking forward with my eyes open, it is also time to keep those options open.  Options in business, in parenting, in relationships, etc.  Each day when I drop The Kidlet off at school, I say to her, "I love you.  Make good choices".  I have done this for the last three years because I want her to have a great day at school and make the choice to be a good girl.  I say it without even thinking about it or applying my own words into my life.  HOLD UP, new plan ...I have decided to tell myself each day to make good choices.

Life is a maze of sorts.  You start with the best intentions but eventually you will run into a dead end and have to back track then start again or turn the other way and hope that it will lead you somewhere else.

My head hurts from running into dead ends.  I can either go through life wearing a helmet to soften the blow or I can change my decision making process.  Many choices that I have made were not because I wanted them but because I was either pressured or felt bad about saying "no".

There are certain things that I do for The Kidlet that I would not do for anyone else but she is my child so she is the exception.  There are some business decisions that I cannot control and I have to accept this.  For all other choices, things are about to change ... pronto!

Saying no is easier in the beginning rather than committing to something and having to weasel your way out down the road.  I make the choice of what I want to do and who I want to spend time with, where I want to go and how I do it.  I am adult.  I have money and car keys (thank you JI for always saying this to me) therefore, I can come and go as I please.

In the words of John Michael Montgomery, Life's A Dance.


Life's a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Don't worry about what you don't know
Life's a dance you learn as you go

Let's Dance!

Things on Tuesday

LOVES:
*  Last night
*  4pm Meeting
*  Eddie'V's for dinner tonight
*  Summer
* "Jump into the Fog" - The Wombats


LOATHES:
*  Bad vision mixed with old contact lenses
*  Another flat tire
*  Barking puppy
*  Broken coffee mug
*  Did I say barking puppy?  Time for the crate!
*  Jennifer Lopez

So, if you don't like me ...SUCK IT! Real hard.

Re-evaluating oneself is always a good thing.  In my case, it is/was a very good thing.  You may often think that you are happy and content with your life until things change.  When this happens, it tends to cause a state of confusion which can lead to aggravation.  Once you put aside the fantasy and focus hard-core on reality, you can then decipher what you want and need.  Guess what?  This is all that I want and need (please see photo below).  She does not judge.  She loves the person that I am not the person that she wants me to be.  She is acutely aware that I am a smart ass and at her young age can take a little bit of teasing.  She does not blow smoke up my a*s.  She is forgiving.  She knows that I am not perfect.  She is my Kidlet.  

Brown Eyed Girl, all growned up!

The Kidlet is winding down her year in grade 2.0.  She has really grown up so much this school year.  Her reading abilities absolutely amaze me, she is super creative and loves art.  There is a high probability that we will soon need a tutor for math since it is definitely not my forte but she has mastered her grade level.  I am proud.

I volunteered all day yesterday for Field Day.  What an a*s whip but it was fun (minus my sunburn).  I won't make this a long, brag session on my child.  I just feel like shouting from the rooftops, "she is the bomb".

My Happy is Back

That's it.  I'm taking a major leap of faith and so far, it has me sporting a huge smile on my face.

Prrrrrrrrr, Growl, MEOW!

The Puma
A woman who is not quite old enough to be a Cougar, but still likes to date/mate with younger men.
Example:  Ashley Greene/Joe Jonas


The Cougar
A 35+ year old female who is on the "hunt" for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The Cougar can frequently be seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. "Man is Cougar's number one prey"
Example:  Jennifer Lopez/Casper Smart


Take note that the opposite of the Cougar is known as a Manther.
Example:  Hugh Hefner/All girlfriends and ex wives


The Jaguar
A woman who, once in a while in the animal kingdom of human females, supercedes the Cougar. the Jaguar status is attained when plastic surgery begins to be had to "correct" previous procedures. face lifts and Botox have become so frequent that the Jaguar often looks Asian. 
Example:  Joan Rivers/everyone is younger than her so insert any name here.


My question is why?  I am not talking about a woman dating a man that is less than five years younger, I am talking about a significant age difference.  Take Demi/Ashton, did she really think that it would last?  She is a gorgeous woman but she is nearing 50 years old.  Ashton is young, smart and doesn't have an ounce of fat on that fine body.  Their age difference was 15 years.  Some could say that she quite possibly could be his mother.  Regardless, they were in love.  I give mad props to that in this day and age.


The reason for this post?  Personally, I have noticed the young men that are looking for older women.  Not only looking for them but seeking them, hard and heavy.


I have a friend (we will call her Flo).  Flo is a hot lady.  Flo has been courted by younger men in the past but recently a young man (we will call him Bro) that we both know has been "all over her".  Emails, texts, Facebook messages, etc.  Bro wants a lil' Flo.  The funny thing?  She has no interest.


There is only a 8-10 year age difference but he types/texts like a boy and not a man.  He is a handsome little devil but Flo isn't "down".  He requests that she come over late night which is defined to me as a "booty call".  The absolute best was when he sent a text photo that was a tad bit risque.  Flo is not a Cougar but she is being courted by a Mountain Lion.


I robbed the cradle once.  When I was a senior in high school, I dated a junior.  Granted I graduated at age 17 and while we were only 5 months apart in age, I like to refer to this time as "dating a younger man".  It gives me street cred.


Relationships are hard enough as is.  That's all.  


Definitions by Urban Dictionary

Things on Tuesday

LOVES:
*  Mashable
*  Spotify
*  Looking for weekends to go visit my Erika in Maryland, we have not seen each other in 6 years.
*  Monday lunch at Farrina's in Grapevine with AB.
*  Field Day on Friday
*  My new favorite statement, "Is there something that I can help you with"?  Prepping for my future working the drive thru window at McDonalds.

LOATHES:
*  Merging my hundreds of contacts in Outlook, who are all of these people anyway?
*  Saying things like, "we do not poop on the floor" (to the dog not The Kidlet)
*  People that walk slow.  Really slow.
*  Wildflowers that I purchased on Sunday are now dead
*  Junk mail
*  Adele

Reason, season or lifetime?

I have met a lot of people in my life.  Some were acquaintances, some became friends, some became not-friends, some became family and some just were random.  If you know me IRL, you know that it takes a bit of time for me to warm up to new people.  I will say that there are a handful of people that I have had an instant connection upon meeting.

I received a phone call yesterday while out at dinner, as I listened to the voice message on my way home, my eyes filled with tears.  Not sad tears, tears full of happiness that this man and his wife are in my life.

"Hey Gorgeous, it JD.  I was just outside feeding my catfish and was thinking about you and The Kidlet.  I hope that your Mothers Day was wonderful.  We miss you and we want to see you soon.  We hope all is well, we do not get to see you enough Kim.  Call me back, let's figure out a time to get together.  I can make you and The Kidlet a steak on the grill, take you to dinner or take you to lunch.  Or just in general, enjoy your company".


I met JD in October of 2009.  This man definitely has a presence.  He is old enough to be my father but I would never tell him that.  He has a killer personality and gives the absolute best hugs (and I have been hugged by many).  We struck up an immediate friendship.  He was responsible for so many smiles on my face in my first few months back in Fort Worth.  And he continues to make me laugh with his stories of his days as a salesman living on the road.


Let me back track for a minute... I was left with a huge hole in my heart when I lost my father in 2000.  I was a Daddy's Girl from the day that I was born until the day that he passed.  I miss him every single day.  He was not perfect but he always had my back and was my biggest fan regardless of my "crazy cause of the week".


I do have a stepfather and he is great but we have never really connected.  I am certain that I have a stronger bond with the owner of my local dry cleaners than I do with him and that is okay.  I'm not looking for a replacement father figure in my life.  At least, I thought that I wasn't.


So enter JD into my life.  I love this man.  I love his wife.  I love their relationship.  I love the story of how they met.  I love that they love wine... at lunch.  I love that they love their adult children and adore their grandchildren. I love that he insisted on helping me move. I love that he always has something to say about my outfits (even my faux leather black pants).  I love that he always asks about The Kidlet.  I love that he has allowed her try on his infamous, red boots.


A few weeks before Christmas 2010, I found out that JD had been rushed to the hospital.  Once I called him out on it, his response was "Honey, I am fine".  I was in the car on my way to Houston and I felt the same way that I would when my father would be hospitalized not knowing what was truly going on.  I found out later that JDs trip was serious and  I was upset.  I called and text him throughout the holiday just to stay in the loop.  I couldn't stand the thought of this man not being in my life.

I believe that these two extraordinary people were brought into my life for a reason.  They entered at a time when I needed them most and did not even know it.  Now I know that JD makes every person that he meets instantly fall in love with him but I have always felt that we had a special bond.  I am one lucky gal and I value this relationship, always will.


I love you Gorgeous!

For all of the MOTHA's out there...

Today is Mothers Day.  It is my 8th year to celebrate this day as a Mommy.  If my Kidlet would have been born on the very first day that I went to the hospital in agonizing pain due to intense contractions, I would have one more MD under my belt but I was sent home with a sleeping pill to "tough it out".

My mother on the other hand has had many years of Mothers Day celebrations.  I have memories of shopping with my dad the week before the big day for the perfect material reward.  I presented perfume, flowers, new bathrobe and slippers as gifts for my mom on her special day.  The one thing that I have always remembered, she did not care about the gift or the blazed breakfast that I attempted.  She loved the home made cards that my brother and I crafted with markers, crayons, glitter and glue, she did not even comment about the mess that we left on the kitchen table when constructing our mess.  She just wanted to be with us.  And we knew it.

Each year on Mothers Day we would go to church.  Each year the church would provide flowers for the children to present to their Mothers after Sunday School.  I can recall, even at a young age that this seemed a bit staged.  Granted, I did it each year for many years but I wanted to stand out.  The Impeccable Daughter that appreciates her mother more than any other snot nosed kid.  I think about this now and laugh.

My mother is fantastic.  She and I have not always seen eye to eye (especially from ages 15-19 then from age 25-30) but she has always been there for me.  My grandmother, The Mother's Mother is a saint.  She is the most loving woman that I have ever met.  My mother had a great role model.  I have a great role model. I want to be a role model for my daughter.

Parenting is tough.  Single parenting is arduous.  My mother went from stay at home, car pool queen, PTA president to full time employed woman.  I am proud of how she handled herself.  She did it!  She continues to do it!

Mom, I think that you are a true BAD A*S.  I know that you don't always agree with my choices (side note:  I don't either but I'm working on that) but you are always there for me and I appreciate it.  I appreciate you.  I hope that I can be half the Mommy to my Kidlet that you are to me.

I love you,
Kim

Age: 8.0

The Kidlet turns 8 years old today.  It has gone by so fast.  I am proud of this child.  She can be a handful, a terror, downright "bad to the bone" but she is also thoughtful, smart as a whip and can make me laugh harder than anyone.

Monkey, Baby-Child, Sister-Friend, Poops McGoops, Bebe Gahrl, Sis, Love Muffin,


I am blessed to have you in my life.  You are beautiful and your Daddy and I are so proud of you.
You are my true love.


Love, Mommy

Yours, mine and ours (but really mine)

When a break up occurs there will be a period of gathering his junk that is at your house, your junk that is at his, etc.  That is normal.  No need to do it in person, that is what US Mail is for (and they are hurting for money right now so when in doubt, MAIL IT).  Once you have your property, consider that chapter officially closed.

Sounds good but I have a Kidlet.  She tends to go with me.  She is only (almost) 8 years old.  She was not around the latest XBF for the first year since it was casual.  Once we reconnected, she was included in our plans.  Not always but she would be around him on weekends and trips over the last two years.  She is very much my daughter as she is cautious about people but I would be lying if I said that she didn't like him (sometimes more than others).  She appreciated it when she was shown attention or presented with gifts but as always with kids, there are good moments and bad moments.  We had different thoughts on discipline and when it is my kid, my rules win.  Regardless of all of the miscellaneous details that do not matter now, she is not an "ours", she is a "mine".

The last time that she saw him was a few weeks before the official split and it was a happy time.  I'm glad that it happened like that.  He and I are on limited contact on an "as needed" basis.  Not because I hate him but because, our chapter is closed, dead, The End and we are moving on with our lives.  I have a plan for she and I and I am starting to see some good things happen.  You live, love, learn then move on.

So when I told The Kidlet about the split the day after, her response was, "I'm sorry Mommy.  Can we go get ice cream"?  Kids!  She is very much in tune with what is going on with me than I give her credit.  A few weeks ago if she knew that I was having a sad day, I got a Grade A Kidlet and lots of love.  When I gained my clarity,
 and she knew that I was "back in full force and not looking back" she is back to being a booger.  God bless her.

XBF asked to send her a birthday gift.  My thought, why?  She is fine, I am fine, why keep lingering the ghost of BFs past?  I know that he is being thoughtful since it is her birthday so I'm going with the flow.  I know that she would be happy that he thought of her and then, she will be on to something else like any other kid.

The day a "funny" almost did me in.

Having good friends is a must in life.  Having friends that make you laugh is even better.

I had coffee with a friend earlier today at Starbucks.  We chatted about the basic BS for a bit then she said, "I really am sorry to hear about you and XBF".  I said thank you and attempted to dodge the topic and move on to something else.  "So, what happened"?  I knew this was coming because she is so darn nosy!

"Well, I had some issues with his extra curricular activities like arranging illegal dog fights in Downtown Fort Worth for profit along with Michael Vick.  He also sold black market Similac cut with baking soda out of the trunk of his car for a few months.  The real kicker was his addiction to Imodium. He could not get enough of it, day and night.  He needed the "fix" all the time, smoking it, snorting, swallowing and I just could not handle and definitely did not want The Kidlet near that anti-diarrheal substance, for obvious safety reasons".  I say all of this with a smirk on my face since none of it is true.

She giggled as she got the hint that the subject is dead.  I then say, "I just feel like maybe he never even really liked me, as a person".  This was a sincere statement.  She sat for a moment then said, "Yeah, I get that but it seemed more like he actually hated you".  I had just taken a giant sip of my latte and looked up at her when we both busted out laughing and my coffee went spewing out of my mouth, onto the table and obviously down the "wrong pipe".  All at once, I was laughing, crying and gasping for air.  Once she saw that I was truly in distress, she stood up and started pounding my back with her hand while raising my right arm.  We were causing quite the scene as one of the employees came over with a huge cup of water.  Finally, I caught my breath and wiped my eyes while taking a sip of the water then noticed a (very large) audience staring.  I did what anyone would do that was dying of embarrassment, I stood and bowed then announced that I will be accepting tips as they exited the premises.

In true retaliation form, as we were walking out, I noticed her car looked like it needed a wash.  I walked over and poured my entire cup of water over the top after she got in and I calmly walked off.  I received a text that said, "You are going down sister.  Next time I will not save your life so choke on THAT".

Things on Tuesday

LOVES:
*  Morning cup of coffee
*  The Kidlet turns Age: 8.0 on Friday (could also be a loathe)
*  Spikers first official win
*  Reconnecting with old friends and making a few new ones
*  The reminder of my Oct. 21st ticket to the Madonna concert hanging on my fridge
*  Bed Head  Dumb Blonde Shampoo
*  Farmers Market has officially opened
*  The below video which makes me laugh each time I view it

LOATHES:
*  For the 2nd Week:  My (insert ALL curse words that you know of) laptop
*  Pinched nerve in my shoulder
*  Cost of new front brakes
*  The loss of MCA from the Beastie Boys, RIP Adam Yauch
*  Sandy J, see Stalking post from yesterday
*  Blood work at the doctors office
*  Anyone that has Kardashian as their last name

I am being stalked. A true story.

This is one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me (and there have been numerous atypical situations).

A few weeks ago I received a very polite email from a woman that was looking for her friend from the past that just happens to have my same name.  She asked if I lived in Laguna Hills, California on some specific street, etc.  I responded politely that I was not the person that she was looking for as I have never lived in California and wished her luck in the search for her lost friend.  She never responded.

Skip a week and I see on LinkedIn that a woman named, "Sandy J" from California has been viewing my profile daily for at least two weeks.  I thought for a minute about the above mentioned email but then dismissed it.

Last weekend, I was poolside with friends when my iPhone rings.  I look to see who is calling and notice that it is a 949 area code.  I only know this zip code because I have a friend that lives in Laguna Beach but I knew that it wasn't him since he is listed as a contact in my address book.  I ignored the call.  A few minutes later, I get a text message that says, "It is Sandy, I would love to catch up.  Call me".

After I returned home, I listened to the voice message.  "Hi Kim, it is Sandy from Laguna.  I would love to catch up please give me a call".  I thought that this poor woman really needed to find her friend so I made a note to call her on Monday.  I took a shower and was getting ready for the evening and my phone rings.  Guess who? That's right, Sandy J.

I answer and tell her that she has the wrong Kim.  She proceeds to tell me that I sound just like her friend and that my LI photo looks just like her.  I explain that I have never lived in California and when she asked, "are you sure" is when I lost it.  I said that I am not the person that you are looking for, good luck in your search.  Then she says, "Look Kim if you don't want to talk to me just tell me".  I hung up and the annoyance set in.

I did not hear from my new gal pal, Sandy for a few days and I might have missed her until Thursday.  The timing could not have been worse as I was at the automotive shop having the brakes on my car that I thought had been repaired revisited.  My Kidlet was cranky and I could tell by the managers face that he was about to deliver bad news.  And, he did at the same moment that I get a text alert.  Guess who?

(Sandy J is in red because I feel like it might be her favorite color.)

Kimberly ann hill, age 48-49, dated lthe lovely r. Remsburg in austin, u lived in irvine, laguna hills, ca. Its ur picture on internet as well as voice on message machine, tiffany & j russo also linked u to this #. U think we're stupid? Also, tiffany said u were quite abusive w/men, dan, john, joel . Our friend knows, also friend does legal research, so u must have issues still, u worked @ bullocks & star fzntasy dancing club, just admit it. It all links to u

I am telling you, I am not that Kim. You can see on my linked in page that I have never lived in CA.  And I'm not in my 40's! And my middle name is (insert correct middle name) not Ann!

Are you the owner of (business name) or affiliated in any way?

I have lived in TX and in AZ, that is it. Don't you think that I know where I have lived? This is really p*ssing me off as I have told you over the phone, via email, text that I'm not the person that you are looking for and now you are harassing me? Leave me alone and if you want to find your friend, hire a professional.

I'm not answering your questions anymore. I have never lived on CA, my middle name isn't Ann and I am not even close to being 48 years old! 

I just want to know if u r the owner of (business name)? That way we will know to look elsewhere, friend does legal research, so thats y i'm asking?

Yes, I own a consulting business in TX called (business name) since 2009, I am 37 and have never lived in CA.

Sadly, I have not heard from Sandy since last week.  If I could have, I would have sent her this message (but I didn't and I won't):

Dear SJ:

It seems as if your "real" Kim has gone to great lengths to not be found.  With a friend like you, I can certainly understand why she might feel this way.  Have you considered contacting the California Institution for Women?  Maybe she witnessed a crime and was placed into the Witness Protection Program?

Regardless of her whereabouts, I am not your long lost friend.  Please alert Tiffany and J Russo that I apologize as well as all of the employees at Bullocks and Stars Fantasy Dance Club and please don't forget Dan, John and Joel.  I wish you all much luck and encourage you to read this blog titled, Missing Missy: http://jokemail.wordpress.com/2010/06/25/missing-cat-by-david-thorne/.  Hopefully you can locate a graphic designer that would be happy to help you create awareness for your Missing Kim.

Thank you and do not EVER contact me again,

Kim (middle name not Ann)

Um yeah, don't leave us hanging.

Last week I heard about this news story near Houston about a man (Scott Guseman) that was declared missing.  Apparently, he left for work on Monday yet never arrived at the office then never came home that evening.  He was spotted on a surveillance camera at a local drug store in different clothing than what he was wearing when he left his house utilizing the ATM.

On Thursday, he reappeared which is great news but what is the story?  Where was he for the last few days causing such stress on his family?  They had scheduled a search party, created a Facebook page dedicated to finding this man, it was a huge news story.

Maybe I am just overly curious but I feel like an explanation is in order.

NERD ALERT

I love this Taylor Swift song.  My Kidlet told me this morning, "Don't sing that Mommy, it sounds better coming from her and not you".  Ey-eyes open!

http://youtu.be/DLeM10ZSP-A

Things on Tuesday

This was my absolute favorite topic on Vox.  Don't remember Vox or new to my blog?  Every Tuesday I make a Things on Tuesday list of "Loves" and "Loathes".  It was always fun to sort my posts and go back over three years and see how my lists changed or sometimes stayed the same.

LOVES:
*  The Kidlet
*  Friends and Family
*  New perfume (thank you Paige)
*  Payday
*  Summer
*  My new "reads"

LOATHES:
*  My (insert any curse word you like here) laptop
*  Southlake Blvd
*  Lucy's new favorite hobby, barking
*  Database maintenance
*  Bills