Anybody buying Hilary's crying thing the other day? Me neither.
One of my new year's resolutions was to eat better. I've done pretty well, all things considering. But this drinking water thing...holy flushing! I spend more time in the potty than the other rooms of my house combined. Somebody tell me the body adjusts to this after awhile. That's right, right? RIGHT?
For anyone else who's into beading right now, check out ebay before you buy supplies anywhere else. I just discovered this. :)
We're having a bit of a heat wave here. It's 70 as I type. Unheard of in January. It's nice and I'm enjoying it, but I fear we're going to get slammed next week. When you read about the blizzard in DC, remember you heard it here first. No way the PTB are going to let this slide. Won't happen.
Regarding yesterday's little breakdown, I *think* the insurance/hospital thing is settled. The 15 interviews still aren't going to happen by tomorrow, but not my problemo, hombres, and I have the email trail to prove it. DS is still giving me fits, but I figure I have 15 more years of that so I might as well suck it up. The merlot was darn yummy, and we watched a really fantastic drama last night (Even Money) that took my mind off of the rest of the world. Life stumbles along...
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Tidbits
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Monday, January 7, 2008
Blah
Didja ever have one of those days that just sent you crawling into your jammies by 7 p.m.?
Today was one of those. Started off well enough, with coffee with a few friends and a pretty exciting phone call. But then an editor asked me to interview 15 additional sources for an article I already turned in by tomorrow (for the record, I asked her about those 15 people eight stinkin' weeks ago and was told not to worry about them. Feh.), which is never going to happen. And then the boy came home from school needing to write an apology to his music teacher for acting out in class, so that was swell. Then the kids refused to eat their dinners, and then our health insurance company screwed up a claim and a hospital wants to send us to collections over it. And then DH managed to take the exciting phone call and turn it all upside down so it's not very exciting at all and is just a reminder of things that seem very very unattainable right now.
Blah.
On the flip side, I got my office shoveled out and it looks fantastic if I do say so my darn self (all the crap from my 365 shot is gone, baybee), and there's a big old glass of merlot waiting for me upstairs.
Here's hoping tomorrow is better. There's always that. :)
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Sunday, January 6, 2008
My Eyes Hurt Too
The new look is temporary. Something better is coming, I swear. Patience, my grasshoppahs...
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Friday, January 4, 2008
Enough!
Dear Powers That Be:
In four years, can we please have all of the primaries and caucuses and that sort of thing on one stinkin' day? Pretty please with sugar on top? Cuz quite frankly, I'm tired of hearing about all of these guys and their strategies and their speeches and their religions and their families and their budget woes and everything else.
Let me know when we're down to two. My head threatens to explode.
Love,
Kim
(although it is darn fun to say "Huckabee," and I might just vote for him so we can all keep saying it. Put a little Andy Griffith in the White House, you know?)
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
Dizzy

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Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Just Because
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