Interview with The Kidlet

I did a few of these over the years in my previous blog.  Granted, The Kidlet was much younger and her answers were often difficult to translate.  I thought that I would take a stab at it again as she is now officially age 8.0.

FAVORITES:

Color:  Green
Number:  5
Song:  We Are Young
TV Show:  Sponge Bob
Movie:  Bug Off
Holiday:  Memorial Day
Book:  Scooby Doo
Food:  Cheese
Drink:  Milk

SERIOUS QUESTIONS:

If you could change your name, what would it be?
Brianna Nicole Hill

If you could choose anywhere in the world to go on vacation, where would you go?
Hawaii

Why do you like being a kid?
Cause I get to spend time with my Mommy and my Daddy.

What is one word that you would use to describe yourself?
Crazy

One word to describe Mommy?
Fun

One word to describe Daddy?
Buildy

What do you like to do for fun?
I like to play hide and go seek.  And play tag.

What do I like to do for fun?
She likes to call Daddy over to do projects around our house.

What does Daddy like to do for fun?
Build

If you received an allowance each week, how much should you get?
$40.00

What is your happiest memory?
When it was Maddy's birthday.

What is your saddest memory?
Hitting my tooth at Montessori School when I was two years old and it chipped.

What makes you mad?
People making fun of me.

When was the last time you got into trouble?
Uh um, when I was talking in first grade and got a yellow dot.

Who is your hero?
Kaitlyn Murphy

If you could do anything (without limits) what would you do?
I would want to have a party.

Do you love me?
Yes

Am I the best Mommy ever?
Of course lady!

Interview concluded.  TGIF!

I heart David Wooderson

***  This post contains inappropriate content.  If easily offended, please do not read.  
       Danke,
       NYD

Yes, I have turned into a crazed fan due to the Magic Mike release on Friday!  I had a spicy dream about MM last night, I tried to go back to sleep hoping for a sequel (it didn't work).  In the words of PBF, "I'm hornier than Jerry Sandusky at a school carnival for Catholic boys".

"That's what I love about these High School girls man. I get older, they stay the same age. Yes they do. Yes they do." 
      - David Wooderson
        Dazed and Confused


"No, no, no, no, no, man. I'm not afraid of love. I love love. Look, I've had a lot of girlfriends, right? And sometimes I'm the rebound guy. Other times, when I get lucky, I'm the "explore new areas of your sexuality" guy. But every single time, we have fun. Thank you. I have fun, they have fun. It's good for me, it's good for them. And I would argue that it's damn good for civilization as a whole".
     - Tripp
       Failure to Launch

Guys, a woman's purse, alright, it's her secret source of power. Alright? There are many dark and dangerous things in there, that we, the male species, should know nothing about. 
      - Ben Barry
        How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days


Today, I want to talk about our opponent this afternoon. They're bigger, faster, stronger, more experienced and on paper, they're just better. And they know it too. But I want to tell you something that they don't know. They don't know your heart. I do. I've seen it. You have shown it to me. You have shown this coaching staff, your teammates. You have shown yourselves just exactly who you are in here. 
     - Jack Lengyel
       We Are Marshall

You gotta promise to God that if you ever destroy me you'll bury me here in the rose garden. 
      - Fenton Meiks
        Frailty


I barely know you. I don't know your dad's first name, I don't know if you ever wore braces, or contacts, or glasses and I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. But I do know the curves of your face. And I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. I know that the night at the park was the best time I've ever had. Pl-please say something. 
     - Steve Edison
       The Wedding Planner


I am anxiously awaiting 7:30pm on Friday June 29th 2012 with 12 single girls and a few gay boyz, cocktails and a little high jinks afterward at Glass Cactus.  Theme song for the night? Baby, I like it!

Because I have been a long time fan and I admire this mommy....

One of my favorite Mommy blogs has been http://www.girlsgonechild.net/.  I find Rebecca to be highly entertaining and I love the story of her single life that morphed into dating her now-hubs then motherhood, once, twice then she got a double blessing!  I highly suggest adding her blog to your feed, you will not regret it.  She "gets" her family.  Never expects perfection, accepts personalities and chooses to move forward.  Cheers to you Rebecca!

I posted this song the week we moved last time, a whole two years ago. It's been in my head for the last few days and I finally, upon sitting down to post a Tuesday track (a little late) realized that, duh. No wonder I've been humming, "I'll be in my treeeeeeee" for the last several days.  

It feels weird posting anything else right now so I'm going to go ahead and repost the same song I did two years and two months ago. Along with the recycled thoughts I had last time we moved: 

Over a sea of boxes, Hal and I wonder whether the children will remember this house. We print our names on the sides with black marker, agreeing that Archer will (likely) remember it here. The bedroom with the candle-like "flickerlies," the bathroom with two entrances, the "secret passageway" in the neighbor's palm-frond filled side-yard, the stoop we set the water table up on in the summer and how the faucet leaked.  

We agree that Fable will not. She won't remember the kitchen and where she hid her measuring spoons. She won't remember which yard the next street over harvested the most weeds for her to pick, the most rocks for her to collect and try to carry - frustrated with her own small hands. 

...And yet, no matter how much we can't wait to leave, there's a part of me pushing down on time with the weight of me. Toes trying mightily to clutch at our foundation through the heaviness of re-soled shoes. 

We were a family here first. When our children were babies. When Hal and I were strangers. When these streets of ours were new...

*** 

And even though I just copied and pasted some words from an old post into this new one, they're undeniably spot on. The exact same sentences in my fingers, just with different names.

No T.O.T. Today

I'm in the middle of trying to untangle a knotted up situation today and can't muster enough wit to create/type out Things on Tuesday.

I do want to give a mad shout-out to my girl Terri.  The texts last night were timely and much needed.  I am SO on board with www.helpmeoutofthishole.com site creation.  I am thrilled to have my Kidlet back home but my mother is here for the week as well.  I love it when shit hits the fan and falls with such great force each time she visits.  My umbrella is out, I don't want crap in my hair this morning.

I could use some prayers NYD readers.  If you could remember me when talking to The Big Guy, I would appreciate it.  Much love to you all, I know that I will work my way out of this.

LA? NO WAY!

Out of all of the places in the country that I do NOT want to visit ... Los Angeles, California.

Just sayin'.

It's the final countdown....

Our Magic Mike, Girls Night Out is one week from today!  If I had one wish .....

Cyber-scared straight!

I love Google.  I adore the WWW.  It is difficult for me to remember a world without having access to such vast information in an instant.  I know about SPAM, phishing, email scraping, identity theft, tags, cyber-bullying/stalking, etc.  I am also an adult.  

Ex hubs and I are about to deal with our first "situation" concerning online accessibility and The Kidlet when she returns from her trip this weekend.  I will not go into details in this post but I am now acutely aware of how effortless it can be for a child to view a site that is inappropriate or for a site to be shared among friends.  Kids are curious about things, I completely get that but there is an enormous difference in standard (age appropriate) facts and the endless trash that is all over the WWW.


It has me on high alert about her access to these sites when she is not with me or ex hubs.  Many parents allow their  children to jump on their PC/laptop/iPad without thinking twice.  I have always been nervous about allowing her to be at the homes of anyone that is not family or close friends.  I do not know what happens in homes other than mine and ex hubs.  I cannot keep her from attending birthday parties, sleepovers, etc.. but, my normal drill of, "no soda, no cats, no R rated movies" will now include, "ABSOLUTELY NO ACCESS TO THE INTERNET".


I am on board with social media.  I see the benefit for business and staying in touch with family and friends that you are not able to see often but I also am aware of the dangers.  I spew more on this blog about my personal life than I do on Facebook. For the most part, I post silly news stories, funny things that The Kidlet does, celebrity death notices and miscellaneous BS.  I do not post specific personal information about myself or my child.  I am not a fan of "checking in" using FourSquare as I don't need 1,000 of my closest friends knowing my every move throughout the day.  I don't post my phone number or address online.  I am an adult.


I can protect myself but we need to make sure that we are educating our children on protecting themselves and that while the internet is an awesome tool, it is also very dangerous.

Things on Tuesday

LOVES:
*  The Kidlet is officially registered for cheer for the Fall.  
*  Countdown is "on" to Magic Mike Girls Night Out, in 10 Days, oh and my favorite gay boyz!
*  Started In Cold Blood by Truman Capote (Thanks Jamie) and it is a quality read.
*  Lights by Ellie Goulding
*  Lucy is loving her crate
*  Big meeting today, very excited
*  Going to the dentist is more than than a twice a year visit

LOATHES:
*  Insomnia.  Sleeping throughout the night should not be difficult.
*  (Insert first/last name)  has just caused my blood to reach 212 degrees F!
*  Facebook Cover Photo requirements
*  July 4th is on a Wednesday .... guess Thursday and Friday are holidays?
*  Paperwork

*  Ramona Singer, I posted this on my FB wall last night.   
Ramona, please move to another country, you are an embarrassment to women, mothers, New Yorkers and humans in general. I hear that Nairobi, Kenya is lovely this time of year as the sparks from grenade attacks are as bright as fireworks on the 4th of July.

I should have Googled it!

What a weekend!  Full of fun, concerts, friends and several adult beverages thrown in for good measure.

Friday night I was in Downtown Dallas at the Nasher Museum of Art, on the lawn to see the lead singer from BFS  play an acoustic show.  It was nice.  The best was when he sang the theme song from Phineas and Ferb!  Not sure how he was able to wrangle that gig but when I have The Kidlet, I hear it on average 10 times a day.  If he gets paid per episode including repeats, he is bankin' mad cash like Jay Z.

Saturday was spent in Funky Town (AKA Downtown Fort Worth) at Panther Island Pavillion in Trinity Uptown for the Solar Powered Music Festival which was benefiting the Pug Rescue.  The pre party was at Rob's house by the pool where I met "the friends".  I knew that it was going to be a good night when the two other women and I bonded instantly.  We arrived in enough time with our VIP Pug Passes to enjoy cocktails and people watch before The Romantics hit the stage.  Time has not been kind to those guys at all but they still rock, "Talking in Your Sleep".  I really should have worn tacky lingerie and big hair to mirror the 1980-something video models.

Rob has been psyched about seeing English Beat for the last week.  In my head, I was thinking that I only know of one song and for the life of me; I could not understand why they were headlining this concert.  Whatever, it was going to be a fun night out with fun people so I went with it.

Glistened with sweat, end of night pic.
CHEESE grins provided by Rahr Brew.

At 10:30pm we leave the VIP tent and head toward the stage.  Positioning could not have been more perfect, we were in the front row.  The band starts playing.  I'm thinking that this must be a new song because I don't recall.  Same with second and third.  I was having fun, dancing with the crowd while Rob knew every word of every song behind me.  Finally, I turn around and screamed in his ear (it was crazy loud), "When are they going to sing, I'll Stop the World and Melt With You"?  He was grinning from ear to ear, "Girl, that is Modern English not English Beat".  Hmmm, I felt like a total ignoramus and wished the ground would form a hole and suck me into it immediately.

Luckily, our group found my little state of confusion to be humorous rather than dense.  I will say that I was able to redeem myself when we piled back into the car to head home. I was able to sing word for word, OMD (If You Leave) as well as a little Led Zeppelin (Stairway to Heaven).  Neither song was in tune but I was not being scored on my vocals as much as my ability to recite lyrics.  Yeah me!

It was a great weekend and no, we did not leave with a new Pug.  Lucy is all the bitch I can handle at this time.

Fathers Day

Kermit Lee Jones was my Daddy.  I never called him my "father" as it seemed like such a formal term.  He was Daddy to me from childhood to the day that he left this world.  He liked that I referred to him as Daddy.

"Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a Daddy".


I think that I came out of the womb being a Daddy's Girl.  One of my favorite (yet most disturbing) photos of us together was from the day that I came home from Sharpstown Hospital in Houston, Texas.  My dad was cradling me in his arms, I was still wrapped in the hospital blanket, pink in the face and KLJ was holding me in his chair, staring down at me smiling while smoking a cigarette.  I suppose the "second hand smoke kills" campaign had not hit TV at that time.  I am sure that he was in love in that moment, I know that I was.


Growing up, I thought that he was a rock star (even though he was a fireman and business owner).  In elementary school he would occasionally arrange to bring one of the fire trucks to my school as a surprise.  The students went nuts and I was so proud that MY Daddy was the one that orchestrated these events.  In 3rd grade when my teacher, Mrs. Borque's husband backed out of accompanying our class on a field trip to a dairy farm, MY Daddy was the one that stepped up to fill in.  Granted on this same field trip, I was the only kid in my grade that would not attempt to milk a cow or even come close to an udder but, that is not the point of the story.

My parents divorced during the summer between my 7th and 8th grade year.  Needless to say, I was a little shocked to return from church camp to find half of our shit missing from the house.  That was a harsh blow but he made that summer so much fun for myself and younger brother.  He repeatedly told us how much we were loved by he and my mother and that they would always be bonded as our parents.  And, unfortunately they were which meant my dream of wild weekends while at his house when in trouble with Carolyn were trampled.


In high school I morphed into a bit of a rebellious teen.  I pushed the boundaries as far as I could then ended up grounded for the majority of my freshman year.  Since my parents were still close, my dad could come and pick us up or take us for weekends whenever his work schedule allowed.  As smart as I thought that I was, I was always out-smarted by one, KLJ.  If I was grounded at mom's house, he knew it.  Although, he would allow little things to slide and I was able to get away with much more by giving my famous, "pouty face".  The one thing that KLJ was strict about was school/grades.  He didn't expect perfection but he did expect me to  try.  Prior to college, most classes were a breeze and studying was not necessary.  I was not/still am not a math whiz.  Guess who was?  KLJ.


My Daddy was my hero.  He made sure that I knew that I was loved.  He protected me.  He supported me.  He was supposed to be here with me, to be a Papaw to my daughter and still be MY Daddy.  I think of what my life would be like if he was still here and it makes me sad but, I know that is always with me.  He hears me when I talk to him and he likely laughs, a lot.

Daddy, I think of you every single day of my life.  I miss you terribly.  Sailor looks at your photos and asks me to tell her about you, and I do.  She is enamored by firemen and motorcycles which I love as that is ALL you.  When she has trouble sleeping or is sick, I allow her to hold your pocket watch in her little hand for comfort.  Fathers Day is not a happy day for me because I cannot celebrate with you but I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have had the pleasure to have had you as my Daddy.  


You were one in a million and I could never thank you enough for your love.  Happy Fathers Day Daddy.


Love, 
Kimmy

I am devastated.

I received a shocking text from a boyfriend of many years past last night.  He sent me a news link (below) that included a friend of ours, Damon.  I have read this article at least five times thinking that it has got to be a huge misunderstanding as this is not the "Double D" that I knew.

DD and I were friends in college.  He would come over to my house and hang out, we would go to Red Square with others to dance on Sunday and Thursday nights.  He knew my family, I knew his.  We lost touch after 1998 but reconnected on Facebook a few years ago.  We spoke on the phoneoccassionally to catch up.  He was raising his daughter that is the same age as my Kidlet alone.  What happened?

I am so sick over this news.

http://www.yourhoustonnews.com/fort_bend/news/fort-bend-man-arrested-on-sexual-assault-charges/article_11b15872-7869-550b-a0df-1a9a926c9779.html

I'm still alive.

I've had a few calls/texts asking if I was okay since no new blogs were posted and nothing on Facebook in a few days.  Yes, I am fine but was quite ill on Tuesday and Wednesday.  I thought it was due to Dr. Death/Canine for a brief bit but when he called saying that he was not feeling 100% either, I took Parvo off of my list.

I'm still not sure what it was that I had but it was not fun.  I couldn't be angry at Dr. Rob since he drove from his home in Downtown FW to mine yesterday just to bring me milk, laundry detergent, Aleve, tampons and Dreyers Coconut Popsicles.  Not to mention he took Lucy for a much needed walk so he is still on the very top of my Potentials list.

I'm still alive.  No Parvo.  Posting nonsense will resume soon.

TTYLXOX

A date, death of a dog, dental work .... and a dragon tattoo.

What constitutes a perfect date in your mind?

Yesterday, I met Dr. Rob at The Woodshed (very cool patio in Fort Worth).  As soon as I arrive I see a look of stress on his face.  He has been dog-sitting for a friend for the last few days.  The friend and his wife are in Mexico on vacation.  The dog is only 7 months old and Rob said that he had been acting a little "off" since Friday.  He had not eaten or had any water, he was almost lethargic.  The dog had not wanted to do anything but sleep.  Right before I arrived, he received a phone call from his 15 year old son saying that the dog was now bleeding from his backside.  The ex wife was on her way to Rob's to get the kids for a day at the water park and offered to drop off the dog at their vet's office.

We ate and drank for about an hour when the vet calls Rob.  The dog has Parvo, had likely had it for several days and recommended that he be put down immediately. WHAT?  Rob said  no, not until he was able to reach the friend in Mexico.  The vet said that was fine but the dog was in an extreme amount of discomfort and wanted to have this handled by the time the clinic closed at 7pm.  He called and called and called.  We decided to head to his house to swim and wait for the return call.

By 6:45pm there was still no word from Mexico so, down went the dog.  It was very sad and Rob was obviously uncomfortable but the vet said there was no other choice.  Did I mention that the friends first dog died about a year ago?  That was just old age but the friend was crushed and Rob is the one that talked him into getting this puppy.  I will now refer to Rob as the Canine Dr. Kevorkian.

So, after that exciting afternoon what does one do?  Sunday night dental work of course!

While at lunch the good dentist noticed a tiny chip in my front right tooth. It had been there forever and it never worried me until he spotted it. Yes friends, we went to his office and he filled in the chip and polished my fangs. It was hot!  I am going in for Zoom teeth whitening later in the week, there are perks to dating a dentist.  He is also going to take a look at The Kidlet's cavity when she returns from her trip which will save ex hubs and myself a $500.00 fee.

I then somehow got roped into watching The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo which was WAY to graphic for me but after our chaotic day, it was relaxing.  I can't wait to find out what is on the agenda for the coming weekend.

Stupid things that girls do ...

Take photos of themselves in the mirror before heading out for the night. We then send to friends to make sure that we won't show up in the same dress.  Stupid!

New/Old Favorite Songs

I love music, always have as my dad was a fan of anything that had a beat and catchy lyrics.  I suppose that I have him to thank for my interest in a myriad of musical classifications.

Here are some of my favorites in categories, somewhat....

Older:
The Beach Boys, Don't Worry Baby
Elton John, Rocket Man
The Beatles, Sgt. Pepper
James Taylor, How Sweet It Is
Bob Dylan, Like a Rolling Stone
The Happenings, See You in September
Lynyrd Skynyrd, Free Bird
Billy Joel, Piano Man
The Sugarhill Gang, Rappers Delight
Freda Payne, Band of Gold
Frankie Valli, Working My Way Back to You
Dolly Parton, ALL songs

Not As Old:
Duran Duran, Girls on Film
Madonna, Vogue
Madonna, Like a Prayer
Journey, Don't Stop Believing
Eminem, My Name Is
Bananarama, Cruel Summer
Notorious BIG, Mo Money Mo Problems
The Cure, Fascination Street
Bonnie Tyler, Total Eclipse of the Heart
Ratt, Round and Round
Wang Chung, Everybody Have Fun Tonight
Falco, Rock me Amadeus
Counting Crows, Anna Begins
Jamiroquai, Virtual Insanity
Fiona Apple, Criminal
PM Dawn, Set Adrift
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Give It Away

Newer-ish:
Fuel, Glimmer
Alicia Keys, Falling
Red Hot Chili Peppers, Dani California
Lenny Kravitz, Again
Nelly Furtado, Promiscuous
MGMT, Electric Feel
Britney Spears, Womanizer
Outkast, Roses
Blue October, Into the Ocean
Saving Jane, Girl Next Door
Beyonce, Crazy In Love

Present Day:
Gotye, Eyes Wide Open
Passion Pit, Take a Walk
Bombay Bicycle Club, Shuffle
Taylor Swift, Eyes Open
Foster the People, Houdini
Skrillex, Bangarang
Maroon Five, Payphone
Bella Thorne, TTYLOXOX

Have Mercy

Not that I am into male strippers but I promise you that I will be in line to see Magic Mike opening weekend.

For Matthew McConaughey and Channing Tatum to dance half naked in front of me to "It's Raining Men", I would have cold, hard cash in my teeth!

"I think I see a lotta law breakers in this house".......     Meeeeeeeowwww-oza!

“True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.” ― Kurt Vonnegut

I have no clue if any of my classmates from KHS are political leaders of any kind but, I might find out in a few weeks.  I recently opened a message from an old high school friend with news of our upcoming reunion.  Nothing makes you feel old like seeing 20 Years in print, bold and increased font size due to vision changes associated with age.

I loved high school.  It was a social experience for me and I had a blast. The work was fairly easy so I spent my nights choosing outfits for the week rather than doing homework.  I had lots of great friends and participated in numerous activities.  I did not do a great job to keeping in touch with these people when I moved on to college.  A few that were close likely still are in my life.

A few years ago when I reluctantly joined Facebook, it was like a high school reunion everyday.  I would get requests from people and hit accept.  Sometimes it would take a bit of time for me to figure out how I actually knew some of these folks, some of them I am still unsure.  My good friends from high school think that I have had some type of brain injury since it is so difficult for me to recall faces and names.

I was on a family vacation for 10 year reunion.  Several friends called to tell me about it and said that my name came up a few times so I might be receiving more friend requests from "the forgotten".  And, I did.

Regardless of all of this information, I have this event in a few weeks and I am trying to decide if I want to go or not.  I reviewed the RSVP list and once again, about 25% of the names sound familiar.  It would be fun so what the heck?

Now my only issues are what to wear and to take a date (and expose them to what could be a terribly embarrassing evening for me) or go alone.  Oh me, oh my, so many choices.  I keep thinking about that movie, Romy and Michele's High School Reunion.  That was painful to watch, ouch.  I don't think that it would be that bad but again, I would never attempt to claim that I was the inventor of the Post It Note!

In the meantime, set a drift on memory bliss....

Who is?

Research in Motion Limited out of New York?

Message me if you know.

спасибо,
NYD Blogger

Is it me?

I hate my car.  I hated it from the day that I bought it.  I put no thought into style, make, model, color.  I just pointed to the first brand new Nissan Altima that I saw when entering the dealership and basically said, "this will work".  I was right that it will get me to and from where I need to go but the fact is, I hate my car.

I also hate it because I went from driving a very nice Range Rover to a Nissan.  It sucked/sucks.  Granted the RR was very expensive to maintain and no matter the issue, it had to be repaired by a Land Rover mechanic rather than Bubba Jack up the street.  I loved that vehicle but it crapped out on me in the middle of Nowhere,TX while driving to Scottsdale, AZ to start my new life.  So, I got this damn Altima.  I hate it.

I was a little shocked today when I spoke to a representative at a dealership to see what my vehicle would be worth.  Obviously, I need to take it to the dealership so they can then evaluate it and break the news to me that mine is worth nothing.  We shall see, I am swinging by tomorrow to get "checked out".

When he asked if I was interested in a 2012 Altima, I laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants.  NO WAY!  What do I want?  A 2012 Jeep Wrangler (with a hardtop) in black or red.  I have always wanted a Jeep.  I want a brand spanking new one.  I don't want it to ever been on a test drive.  I want a GPS, satellite radio, seat belts, doors, all of those other amenities.

What do you think?  Is it me?  HELLZ YEAH!
Operation:  Nissan Dump is in progress.

Stay tuned or keep your eyes on the road!

Totally Twisted: Things on Tuesday

This edition of T.O.T. will not be the standard Loves/Loathes list.  This is a blast from the past (including big hair, color changes, penciled eyebrows and horrific clothing).  I was looking for a specific photo of my dad last night that I want to use in my Fathers Day post in a few weeks and stumbled upon some hilarious photos from another lifetime.  Are you ready?  Please hold your laughter and applause till the end of the show for the consideration of others.

This big haired darling to the left is me, it was my school photo for my senior year. Why they used this photo in the yearbook rather than the pricey photos that my parents paid for is beyond me.  I totally rocked the big hair then (still do on occasion).  Please keep all flames away from "the do"!  What you don't see in this photo is the zebra print mini skirt and green tights that made this one of my favorite outfits that year.

How do I still have hair on my head?

If my high school day to day attire was not over-the-top enough, check out what I wore to prom senior year.  Thank God, I had a hot date.  Matthew was the man in his tux top, jeans, boots and cowboy hat.  Believe it or not, that was a very expensive dress.  I should have allocated some of my dress fund into a better up-do.

Dear God, SAVE ME.

This photo is from my freshman year of college.  I have the absolute worst bangs ever!  Chi flat irons did not exist.  Electric blue eyeliner should have never existed.

J and K, stirring up trouble

I think that this is the year that I snuck off to Brenham to visit my BFF, Jay for the Texas A&M bonfire.  We had fun.  I lost a shoe on the golf course that night.  I miss that shoe and yes, I was wearing a denim shirt with jeans.

Below is a photo from one of my birthday parties, not sure which but I remember that this one was held at Blanco's in Houston.  And yes, that is Matthew to my right.  I think that he was an attendee at my birthday celebrations until I reached the age of twenty six.

Kim talking, Matthew is not.

The remaining photos are from my time at SFASU (Axe em' Jacks) in Nacogdoches, TX.  I am not sure that I received the best education but I had a damn good time while I was there.

Tatyana and Kim, Sigma Chi Sweethearts

The Kim's, Sigma Chi Rush Party

Kat + Kim = Fun

These photos crack me up, I am so happy that I have them.  I will share with The Kidlet when she turns twenty five.

After taking them all in at once, I am sure that if I had to enter the Federal Witness Protection Program; I could totally re-invent myself.  Or, at least my "look".

Never a dull moment for me, past, present and I certainly hope not for my future ;)

Now back to your regularly scheduled program....

Summer, summer, summertime....

If it ain't broke then don't try to fix it,  think of the summers of the past, adjust the base and let the alpine blast, pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime.- DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince/Wil Smith


It is officially SUMMER (on my calendar)!


I had a crazy/busy but amazing weekend.  I am in full throttle summer mode.  What tickles my summertime fancy?


*  Watermelon
*  The smell of Banana Boat Tanning Oil
*  Sun-kissed skin
*  Adieu à mon passé, je suis impatient
*  New sundresses
*  Freckles on my shoulders
*  Marco... Polo
*  Aloe in the fridge
*  One lean, mean, handsome dentist that I am mad crushin' on ... 4th date this week!!!
*  Vay-cay plans
*  Saltwater pools
*  Sunburns and recovery


The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
-Wallace Stevens