I have to admit I get envious at times when reading other people's blogs in which they have all kinds of cute "look at what my little darling did today" moments to report. My brother-in-law told me about Nicole's first visit with the kindergarten teacher before school started. They were doing some preliminary testing like having her count as high as she could, whether she recognized colors and then they asked her about whether her Mom and Dad read to her. She answered that yes her Mom and Dad read her stories.
"What is your very favorite book, Nicole?" asks the teacher.
Without missing a beat, Nicole says "Walter the Farting Dog". And then she proceeds to go into great detail about the plot points of this literary masterpiece.
Yep, I bet that teacher is REAL impressed with Nicole's comprehension skills.
Not sure why, but lately lots of old friends and family have been calling me and sending little "thinking of you" emails. Is the karmic energy I'm giving off into the cosmos one of being distraught? I don't think I necessarily feel distraught, but I appreciate all of the expressions of love and concern, nonetheless. This is a sincere thank you to you all.
I've been planning for awhile to buy a new mattress and box springs, so yesterday I took the plunge and did it. However, I wasn't content to merely buy that. Nooooooooo. I decided that my new bed needed to be encased in a new frame too. So here's the new look for Kim's boudoir. Here's hoping that at some point I will actually have to share this new mattress with someone else other than myself.
*sigh*
I love craigslist. As a matter of fact I think I might be in need of a 12-step program to help me with my addiction to craigslist. Since I discovered it, I can't seem to stop going there for a daily fix of finding things I REALLY DON'T NEED OR HAVE ANY USE FOR. Kind of like an eBay for the more hip and technologically with-it geek.
Nevermind the fact that I actually used craigslist to find the apartment I eventually moved into here in San Diego. Also nevermind the fact that I found a gullible (and poor) college student and bought her dining room table set, but only after I haggled her down to a measly $125. Hey, I paid cash, so what do you expect?
However, I find myself cruising the postings for the perfect leather furniture at a steal of a price. I don't NEED leather furniture. I also don't need the vinyl records from my teenage years that I keep hoping to find. (Anybody know where I can lay my hands on an Ohio Players "Fire" lp with the original cover art?)
Do I really want to admit that I read the Men for Women postings? Or that that mid-50's guy that posts over and over and over again is really creepy? I wandered into Casual Encounters and found myself in utter shock at what some people will flat-out state that they are looking for in a sex partner. Thank goodness the firewall at work prevents me from accessing THAT on my lunch hour.
Forget Google. I have full confidence that should the time come that I need a liver transplant, craigslist will be right there to not only help with the search, but help me find someone that will deliver for an extra $25....
For several weeks now, my right ear feels like I'm on an extended plane ride where the pressure NEVER equalizes inside my head. I'll have brief glorious moments of being able to hear the world around me in stereo, but then almost immediately it's like going back to having only the left speaker in your car working.
Yesterday, the pressure built to the point where there is actual pain involved. I went home early from work (yeah, it surprised me too), stopped at the drug store to get a heating pad to place on my ear. That helps, but it still hurts. I'm on my way to the doctor to see if I can get some relief soon.
The doctor is a good second choice I guess. What I really want is my Mommy....
