tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744452145699084162024-02-19T00:36:18.719-05:00Laments and ObservationsI've learned that you should never go with a hippie to a second location.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-27102372556972052272009-06-20T14:25:00.004-04:002009-06-20T14:43:45.514-04:00A Farewell PoemWas bored this morning and feeling quite blueAsked myself, now what the heck should I do?You could go pick out new things to buy,Your roots are showing; could sure use some dyeThis house isn't going to clean itselfPlenty of books sitting up on that shelfThen a great idea popped into my headAnd no, I didn't go back to bedI'll change up the blog, that's sure to be funAnd so good-bye Blogger; you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-57769152177398515872009-06-19T12:32:00.003-04:002009-06-19T13:14:30.607-04:00A week of MondaysWhew, I don't mind tellin' ya - this has been one wild and craaazy week. Let's see if I can remember what all went down in the last seven days:- I bought a scale and after stepping on it and seeing the reading, had to spend several hours talking myself down off the ledge.- Luckily, this was the motivation I'd been so sorely lacking and not only did I jump back on the exercise train, Laura and I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-65586436309588094852009-06-16T17:17:00.003-04:002009-06-16T18:01:24.555-04:00We're older now & still runnin' against the windI thought nothing of it throughout the day, but then it sort of hit me on my drive home. While at work today, I talked with Johnann who was at the airport about to fly home from Baltimore to Florida. I chatted online with Grace who lives in my hometown, with Laura in Arizona and Heather in Indiana. I got one text from Elizabeth and another from my friend Chris in Orlando. When I lived here the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-42392753301666747282009-06-15T17:30:00.003-04:002009-06-15T18:13:52.920-04:00Life is a HighwayUnlike other times in the past, I can say with complete honesty it wasn't my fault when I ran out of gas shortly after merging onto the interstate this morning. Religiously I've made it a habit that as soon as my gas light comes on, I set my odometer and know I only have thirty miles to go before things get ugly. In the past when I was young and that one time last year, I've pushed the limits andUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-61280779248969004602009-06-14T11:46:00.002-04:002009-06-14T12:45:19.240-04:00The tradition continuesThis weekend has been pretty low-key for me, which seems to be the case lately. The only difference is I've added exercise into my daily life and I've managed to stick to it for five consecutive days so far - go, me! I'm really excited about the new blog and I think it's going to help me tremendously through this, my latest adventures in weight loss. Grace called yesterday with some mildly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-24765299145645977562009-06-12T19:11:00.004-04:002009-06-12T19:19:18.161-04:00My new homeOkay, so it appears we're up and running with our new blog, which is vury vury exciting. To me, anyway. If you are currently in the process of an exercise/fitness/diet routine or if you just enjoy reading about women talking about it, please go here and take a look-see: http://nobuttsaboutit.wordpress.com/Laura came up with the design and of course I love it - I knew she'd be way more adept at itUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-76004128495424531372009-06-12T09:01:00.002-04:002009-06-12T09:25:17.515-04:00New ventureAhhhhhh, Friday. If there's a better day of the week I'd like to hear it. Work is casual dress and laid back, the promise of a new weekend lies before us like a neverending adventure wonderland...sorry. I think some endorphins have finally started releasing due to the three consecutive days of exercise.Which brings me to my point. I realize when it comes to diet and/or exercise NO ONE is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-32838476203982081402009-06-11T13:20:00.003-04:002009-06-11T14:07:41.555-04:00Blame it on midnight, shame on the moonI believe there are evil forces trying to keep Jillian and I apart. We have a stupid problem with the dvd player and that is the remote is no longer with us. Of course I couldn't view the workout portion of the dvd without having a remote to skip through the menu. So that was Tuesday. Yesterday I stopped by the Deathstar to pick up a new cheap dvd player, since we've tried the universal remote Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-39808149476600049452009-06-09T17:44:00.004-04:002009-06-09T18:12:31.597-04:00Side effectSo, I've been hinting and teasing about how I need to start exercising more regularly and blah blah, but besides half-assedly using my stepper a couple of times a week for no longer than 35 minutes at a time, I haven't done shit to change anything. And then something very unpleasant happened this morning. I was getting dressed for work and put on a clean pair of cute cuffed capris I hadn't worn Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-69148903229733225362009-06-08T14:26:00.003-04:002009-06-08T15:40:42.602-04:00Repeat performancesWe had a crazy working weekend, which makes today kind of suck because I feel like we kind of didn't have a weekend at all, but the extra money right now is awesome and helpful, so I'm not really complaining, just stating a fact. Lucky for us, or should I say Brian, it wasn't too stupid outside so I was able to help him do some landscape work. Had it been today, I would've had to politely declineUnknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-18045227411304916372009-06-05T13:47:00.002-04:002009-06-05T14:52:14.677-04:00Whisper Words of WisdomI spoke with nurse Monique-the-freak at the fertility office and we scheduled the next appointment, which is the "Consultation" appointment that happens when the three IUI's are made of total fail. I guess I can see the need for this, but I'm fairly sure our options are pretty much IVF (Anybody got an extra ten to fifteen grand lying around? Huh, strangely I don't either), a surrogate (also Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30632522605795679882009-06-04T13:06:00.004-04:002009-06-04T14:01:50.293-04:00I'll Tumble 4 YaI don't know why, but I'm absolutely shocked about David Carradine. He killed Bill! Sorry. But why does it seem hanging is so popular among male suicides? That can't be pleasant at all. And seriously, why would anyone choose this way to go? I've never been suicidal (yet), but I would think pills or pulling a Cobain would be much less torturous. Why the hell am I talking about this still? If Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-9744624019478046212009-06-02T14:27:00.004-04:002009-06-02T15:45:37.860-04:00Death, disease and exerciseFirst you have to try to imagine the sound of my Jewy aunt's astounding Brooklyn accent: picture a cross between Fran Drescher, the sound your teeth would make if you scraped them along a sidewalk, and a dentist drill. With lots of cuss words. The first time Brian heard her speak he actually got startled, and he's not one to scare easily. If I ever want to induce an anxiety attack, all I have to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-57662267395494843832009-05-31T11:22:00.003-04:002009-05-31T12:07:17.792-04:00Vacation, all I ever wantedI remember the days when Summer = vacation, no buts, no cuts, no coconuts. By the time the last day of school hit, we already had plans in place and I'd be excitedly marking days on the calendar counting down. My parents, though I now know didn't have an unending supply of money like I assumed back then, somehow managed to take us on some badass trips. I don't remember how old I was when they Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-90760482727566954262009-05-29T11:15:00.004-04:002009-05-29T12:04:06.056-04:00Can't say baby where I'll be in a yearYesterday I had another appointment with the therapist person. I'm pretty sure I like her. I'm almost positive I do. Unlike Brian, who is of the opinion psychology/psychiatry/whatever is for the most part crap, (that's not all his fault; he gets it from his mother) I think it's something that can be extremely beneficial, depending on the individual, his/her situation and the doctor. There's no Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43041494193023851732009-05-28T09:09:00.002-04:002009-05-28T09:54:56.862-04:00My new reality showBecause I am very up-to-the-minute on whatever is hip and happenin' in the current pop culture, I have a great idea for a new reality show! Here's the title I'm pitching to TLC...Drum roll please...Brian & Kim Plus HimWhat? You're thinking, how stupid is that - who's "Him?"Duh:It's the story of a lower-middle-class married couple who have no kids and therefore project human characteristics and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-63491571257599975592009-05-25T10:08:00.002-04:002009-05-25T10:35:44.539-04:00Happy bloody Memorial DayRight as Brian was running around yesterday getting ready to leave, I went to the bathroom and saw that my period was in the process of arriving. The scary part was the almost absolute emotionless reaction I had. Considering I didn't once for a minute believe I was pregnant this time, I guess it's not too surprising. I could tell he felt bad but I didn't want to make a big scene right before he Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-69093664150288310532009-05-24T10:48:00.002-04:002009-05-24T11:33:52.123-04:00When the cat is awayMy husband is leaving me. For a good twenty-four hours. It was a last-minute thing, so I didn't have much time to pull together my plan. But here we are, approximately an hour or so before his departure, and I think I've got everything planned out perfectly. As soon as he walks out that door, the party starts. The purge party. Both large green rolling trash cans are already in position and ready Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30311531205792395172009-05-22T15:27:00.005-04:002009-05-22T18:19:45.093-04:00Mommy RealistHeather and I were having an email discussion earlier, as we do, and she was talking about what an annoying time she had at the zoo the other day. On what should've been a little mid-week fun treat, she nearly had the entire experience ruined for her because of a buttload of asshole parents and their unruly spawn. Luckily Heather isn't the type to sugarcoat and she knows that even though I'm Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-74618458279223019412009-05-21T12:49:00.003-04:002009-05-21T14:40:37.554-04:00Round and roundSo I've shared with one of the social workers here about the recent details of my life, Re: fun with fertility. I mean, what better way to get some free therapy, right? Actually we'd been discussing something else and then out of the blue she asked if everything was okay with me, which took me aback. Here I've been so proud of how well I've held my shit together and faked it til I maked it in Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-80980260672478370842009-05-21T08:25:00.003-04:002009-05-21T08:30:16.932-04:00UpdateThis is what I get for talking TRASH (Ha, see what I just did there?)...Got an email from George just now asking if we'd be able to haul off all the crap from the Rednecks' old house. But.We need to do it. It seems that Brian's truck is out to force us into the poor house (or should I say the poorER house). Every time we fix something, something else immediately starts to fall apart - it's like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43961793497873801502009-05-20T14:26:00.002-04:002009-05-20T15:44:23.447-04:00Fraggle = Distant Cousin of MuppetA semi-uncomfortable situation has arisen, which is surprising considering how much energy I've devoted lately to having as little human contact as possible. After they returned from Hawaii, George immediately went back to work, as is his way. With the foreclosure business still booming, he's working on a few of those homes and asked if we'd verify a certain very familiar sounding property was Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-15496963287738819002009-05-19T11:40:00.002-04:002009-05-19T12:21:40.272-04:00BulletsBecause I can't seem to string enough coherent thoughts together to equal a paragraph at the moment:This psycho girl who kind of stalked us (me in particular, but I think she had a little thingy for Brian as well) for awhile a decade ago just found me on Facebook. The other night after watching a re-run episode from the first season of Sopranos, I realized for the first time Tony wasn't actuallyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-48481834446844368872009-05-15T17:31:00.002-04:002009-05-15T18:25:00.822-04:00Don't look at me like thatHoly hot dogs, am I glad the weekend is here. I could complain about what a shittastic week I had at work, but that wouldn't do anybody any good, so you are formally spared. (You're welcome) Sometimes it's good to take a little break from reality, so with that in mind...Like a lot of people, I think, a big part of my life is lived in my head. I have friends (no, really!) and family and a husband Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-26315802330121374362009-05-14T13:36:00.003-04:002009-05-14T14:07:32.963-04:00"Reality" is the new realityHi.I don't know how it got to be Thursday already, but I damn sure ain't complaining. But I decided it would behoove me to work the next few Fridays in hopes of maybe digging myself out from under this steaming pile of work that is currently ruling my life. So while I am glad it's Thursday, it's not like I'm rubbing it in that it's the last day of my work week like I normally would. And it's a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6