Yes I bought it, yes it is an S4, and yes I have issues.Sunday, March 11, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
OCD
It only took four months but I am finally settled into my new home. Being a Virgo, normally my place would have been done in a week. It drives me crazy to not have everything in its place. But with my back being what it is these days I had to take my time and I think it made a difference in the overall look of my place. It feels very smooth, if that makes any sense. Like everything is where it is supposed to be. I am so happy here. Coming home feels like, well, coming home. The only downside is not seeing my mom all the time. I really miss her.
I reorganized my closet, specifically my shoes:
I reorganized my closet, specifically my shoes:
Yes, those are individual cases for each pair of shoes. I tossed a bunch of pairs I no longer wear and tried to keep it simple. Sadly, I am down to the basics. I think I need to shoe shop.
I have added a few more photos of my place. Some just to show my new artwork, others to show my fancy shoe alters. Yes, I know, displaying overpriced shoes in my hallway is silly, but I liked the idea more than watching them collect dust in the closet. Oh, right, that isn't a problem anymore. I will need to order more boxes.
A dear friend of mine gave me these on a whim:
French Tulips are my favorite. A loving gesture, thank you. They made me smile for a long time.
I am off to Philly this week. Taking Carmen on a mini-trip to NYC. She needs a break from everyday life and so do I. I can't think of anyone I would rather run away with.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
And She is (a)Live
Let me get the niceties out of the way:
Happy Hanukkah
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
There, I have been good. Now on to whatever the hellI feel like rambling about. Let me start with Comcast.
Every month I pay nearly $200 so that I can watch any channel on the planet, have a house phone no one will ever call cause I have been mobile for 6 years, but have to have so people can gain entry into my house, and finally, so that I can connect to the internet faster than you. However for the past month I have had to piggyback off of a neighbor to view my internet porn because something went awry with my internet connection. Some light wasn't blinking. Some wire wasn't connected, some THING wasn't working. Only I didn't really know this cause I was connected, sorta. I had access here and there thanks to Joe Smith who lives on my block. I spent over an hour on the phone with a Comcast monkey who had to put me on hold a dozen times to ask him superior which plug I should pull next. We did everything he could think of, although I had told him I had done it all before and was politely asking him just to send a person out to do my bidding. Finally I got an appointment. The tech came out, unplugged everything at once, pulled the battery and BAM, I have my internet back. Two minutes. He decided not to charge me, which was nice, because really, the monkey should have had me power cycle the damn thing in the first place. No wonder people are so mean to Customer Support. If I didn't have the best CS team ever I would think that companies only employ primates to answer customer calls.
My best friend, Carmelinda and her man Alex got engaged while visiting me over the holidays. Alex was very romantic about the whole thing. He proposed on one knee, under the Golden Gate Bridge. Carmen was so nervous she kept trying to get down there with him. She just didn't know what to make of the whole thing. When he opened the box with her ring inside, she jumped up and down like the 12 year old that she is. Now I have another wedding to plan (says me, that's who).
I took the last week of December off on holiday. I spent the first half with friends and family celebrating and really enjoying myself, and the second half flat on my back because I enjoyed myself to the point of throwing my back out. Oh yeah, New Years Eve in bed, on vicodin, watching Lost. Does life get anymore exciting? I shouldn't complain; on New Years day everyone else was so hungover they could barely move. I, on the other hand, could actually walk again. Just in time to return to work.
The week before I went on vacation a handful of people I work with threw me a thank you lunch at 21st Amendment. About 15 or so people. As usual we drank and ate too much. Our lunch turned into an all afternoon party. Sometime in the middle I was presented with a gift from the crew; $500 in Amex Gift Cards. I was floored. They packed it inside a copy of The Devil Wears Prada DVD, which was inside a hand-knit stocking made by my friend Soph. (Thank you lady). The idea behind the DVD was that I had been bitching about these beauuuuutiful Prada boots I wanted and they wanted me to buy them so I would shut up. Just dear god, close your trap and buy them already! So I did. They arrive, I drool, I strip my feet, I go to put them on and, FUCK, they are so narrow I lose all feeling in my toes within 4 minutes. Just long enough to trapse through the office, a six foot, 4 inch amazon babe, and show them off. Then right back in the box. They are now awaiting a trip to Ebay. Sigh. I guess I can't have it all.
Happy Hanukkah
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
There, I have been good. Now on to whatever the hellI feel like rambling about. Let me start with Comcast.
Every month I pay nearly $200 so that I can watch any channel on the planet, have a house phone no one will ever call cause I have been mobile for 6 years, but have to have so people can gain entry into my house, and finally, so that I can connect to the internet faster than you. However for the past month I have had to piggyback off of a neighbor to view my internet porn because something went awry with my internet connection. Some light wasn't blinking. Some wire wasn't connected, some THING wasn't working. Only I didn't really know this cause I was connected, sorta. I had access here and there thanks to Joe Smith who lives on my block. I spent over an hour on the phone with a Comcast monkey who had to put me on hold a dozen times to ask him superior which plug I should pull next. We did everything he could think of, although I had told him I had done it all before and was politely asking him just to send a person out to do my bidding. Finally I got an appointment. The tech came out, unplugged everything at once, pulled the battery and BAM, I have my internet back. Two minutes. He decided not to charge me, which was nice, because really, the monkey should have had me power cycle the damn thing in the first place. No wonder people are so mean to Customer Support. If I didn't have the best CS team ever I would think that companies only employ primates to answer customer calls.
My best friend, Carmelinda and her man Alex got engaged while visiting me over the holidays. Alex was very romantic about the whole thing. He proposed on one knee, under the Golden Gate Bridge. Carmen was so nervous she kept trying to get down there with him. She just didn't know what to make of the whole thing. When he opened the box with her ring inside, she jumped up and down like the 12 year old that she is. Now I have another wedding to plan (says me, that's who).
I took the last week of December off on holiday. I spent the first half with friends and family celebrating and really enjoying myself, and the second half flat on my back because I enjoyed myself to the point of throwing my back out. Oh yeah, New Years Eve in bed, on vicodin, watching Lost. Does life get anymore exciting? I shouldn't complain; on New Years day everyone else was so hungover they could barely move. I, on the other hand, could actually walk again. Just in time to return to work.
The week before I went on vacation a handful of people I work with threw me a thank you lunch at 21st Amendment. About 15 or so people. As usual we drank and ate too much. Our lunch turned into an all afternoon party. Sometime in the middle I was presented with a gift from the crew; $500 in Amex Gift Cards. I was floored. They packed it inside a copy of The Devil Wears Prada DVD, which was inside a hand-knit stocking made by my friend Soph. (Thank you lady). The idea behind the DVD was that I had been bitching about these beauuuuutiful Prada boots I wanted and they wanted me to buy them so I would shut up. Just dear god, close your trap and buy them already! So I did. They arrive, I drool, I strip my feet, I go to put them on and, FUCK, they are so narrow I lose all feeling in my toes within 4 minutes. Just long enough to trapse through the office, a six foot, 4 inch amazon babe, and show them off. Then right back in the box. They are now awaiting a trip to Ebay. Sigh. I guess I can't have it all.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
If You Are Gonna Treat Me Like One...
On Tuesday night I needed to stop at the store on the way home after a nice evening of guzzling beer with the boys. I was out of creamer and kinda hungry so I went to a nice little boutique grocery store so I could grab my dinner.
As I was walking down the frozen food isle when I hear - "I like your tattoo." I turned around to smile at my ink admirer; a man dressed in a black suit, shirt, tie - one of those silly Bluetooth things in his ear.
“Thank you.”
"Don't you want to know which one?" he asked.
I turned around, grinned and said "I guess so".
As I was walking down the frozen food isle when I hear - "I like your tattoo." I turned around to smile at my ink admirer; a man dressed in a black suit, shirt, tie - one of those silly Bluetooth things in his ear.
“Thank you.”
"Don't you want to know which one?" he asked.
I turned around, grinned and said "I guess so".
He pointed to my Fleur de Lis, "Well first I saw that one, then" as he pointed to my star, "that one. But when you turned around I saw those." He pointed to my chest tattoos. "How many are there?"
"Ten or eleven I think."
His smile got bigger, "I would love to count them."
At that slick comment it was time for me to head to the check out.
Once at the counter I engaged the cashier and bagger, talking about nothing in particular when Mister Frozen Foods sets his purchases on the counter next to me and says “What kind of wine do you like?”
I gave him a sideways glance, “Australian Shiraz.”
“I thought so.” Beat one, beat two, “so is that what you want me to buy you?”
One more big smile at him “I think I have had enough to drink tonight but thank you.”
I walked out to my car, which was parked right out front and press the little auto-open button, go to pull open the driver-side door and BAM, the guy in the Armani suit had a hold of my door so I couldn’t open it. Damn. He had actually walked away from his purchases, left people waiting in line and followed me. I peaked around him to see the cashier and a security guard in the doorway watching us.
He looked at me, all serious now, “What is it gonna take to get you to spend some time with me?”
I blinked at him a few times, “About five hundred dollars but I am off the clock for the night”.
"Ten or eleven I think."
His smile got bigger, "I would love to count them."
At that slick comment it was time for me to head to the check out.
Once at the counter I engaged the cashier and bagger, talking about nothing in particular when Mister Frozen Foods sets his purchases on the counter next to me and says “What kind of wine do you like?”
I gave him a sideways glance, “Australian Shiraz.”
“I thought so.” Beat one, beat two, “so is that what you want me to buy you?”
One more big smile at him “I think I have had enough to drink tonight but thank you.”
I walked out to my car, which was parked right out front and press the little auto-open button, go to pull open the driver-side door and BAM, the guy in the Armani suit had a hold of my door so I couldn’t open it. Damn. He had actually walked away from his purchases, left people waiting in line and followed me. I peaked around him to see the cashier and a security guard in the doorway watching us.
He looked at me, all serious now, “What is it gonna take to get you to spend some time with me?”
I blinked at him a few times, “About five hundred dollars but I am off the clock for the night”.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
X Amount of Words
Me & Pea
This holiday week has been non-stop since Tuesday night. Carmen and Alex flew in from Philly and Paulie and I picked them up. We picked up Kiki and went straight to Q for their annual Crab Feed. I love this event because it is a chance to hang out with people I don't see very often and shovel mass amounts of crab down our gullets. Paulie was the last man standing at the crab line, go figure.
On Wednesday Carmen pounced on me in bed at the ungodly hour of 8 something and refused to let me be cranky with her since it was her birthday. Damn her. I can hardly believe Pea turned 32. The first bday I spent with her was her 21st. I baked her a purple heart-shaped cake and she cried because it was the first time a friend had ever done that for her. I told her to toughen up cause the cake represented bravery damn-it.
We took her to Framer Brown's for her birthday dinner; a rocking little soul food place in a funky neighborhood. After dinner we shot an awkward game of pool before heading home. My sister kicked some ass.
Thursday being Thanksgiving everyone had to hustle to different houses to visit family before we all settled at Alicia's house for the actual meal. My sister hosted 18 of us, a motley crew at best, in her home in Marin. My mom, sister, her kids, my brother, his gf, Carmen, Alex, Paulie, Russell, his brother Daniel, Justin and me all cooking, eating, drinking, laughing, smoking, and generally behaving badly for a typical holiday meal together. It was awesome. We hung out at Alicia's until about 9 and then headed to Russell's place for some serious Guitar Hero action. Laugh if you must, I did at first, but this game ROCKS! My only regret is that I suck a whole lot, but that never stopped me. Before I knew what was happening it was two in the morning and my hand had a cramp in it that haunted me until morning.
Friday morning was spent being slugs. Oh the joy. Pea and I needed to do a little shopping (I had to buy a heavy blanket for my guests as they claim my house is an icebox and hadn't stopped complaining for three days) so we headed to Target to see Mary. Mare is an executive at Target so we used her as a personal shopper so we could spend some time with her. I just don't get to see that girl often enough, and now that she has purchased a house in Sacramento, I am afraid it will be even less. Sigh.
We made plans to have a bunch of people at my house Friday night. I think we all needed a little down-time, sans hair and make-up, just to relax. Lara, Mary, Debbie, Jake, (who brought the fix'ens for Mojito's, bless his soul), Russell, Daniel, Paulie, Carmen and I all sat around my living room having drinks and laughing. Cause that is what we do, we drink and laugh. No, really - THAT IS WHAT WE DO.
My sister came over on Saturday morning to make us stuffing omelets. Granted, I don't eat eggs, or stuffing for that matter, but the thought was nice. Around two we headed to Carmen's aunt's house for a double bday celebration with her family. A nice whacky bunch that I always enjoy hanging out with. We read a play her Gram had written; a nicely charged political piece where I not only played Inga's mother (Inga being Carmen's character) but a second role that stabs Inga to death. Funny they picked me for both of those roles.
We stayed at the party until about 9 then I headed home (I was beaten up by then) and everyone else went to play more Guitar Hero. I hear I missed out.
Tonight is the last celebration. A group of us are driving up to French Laundry for another double-bday (this time Mikey and Carmen) for a four hour, nine-course meal. Ummm, I think come Monday I may be done eating for the year. Photos and gossip to follow.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sneak Preview
Although I am not done decorating, I thought I would post some pics from the new place. I have a few dozen more prints to put up and, as you can see, a bed to make. I am in love with this place.
I also picked up some of the art I had framed (see above). There is also a great map Anna did for a party that I stole and framed, I love her art.
More to come.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I am not sleeping. I am having trouble eating. Drinking seems to be going okay. Despite the fact that things are going really well in most parts of my life, somethings are just a mess. I am tired of fighting. I am sick of the struggle. I just want it to all go away - like it never happened.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Teach Me to do Laundry at My Parents House
So my new place has laundry in the garage. Coin-Op laundry. I have been spoiled over the last four years by having a washer/dryer in my home and now I find I will actually wear a pair of pants more than once before putting them in the dirty just to keep the hamper from encroaching on the ceiling.
That being said I waited nearly three weeks before I was forced into a corner when I ran out of clean white socks. Normally, a girl like me would just go shopping but I decided a trip to my dad and step-mom's for dinner was in order. So while there, why not do the college student thing and wash a load (or three). I did my whites first (needed those socks), then my darks and then colors. At about 8 PM it was apparent that the dryer wasn't going to comply with my time-table. My step-mom told me she would fold it all for me (the color load included a ton of underwear and towels, PJ's and my favorite jeans) and I could pick it the next day. She was nice enough to bag it and place it in the garage so I could grab it whenever.
Whenever became a week and two days later and I called her tonight on my way home to tell her that after my groceries were delivered I would be by to grab my clothes. A sudden silence met me on the other end of the phone. Then a gasp:
"Um Kim, didn't you grab your clothes earlier this week?"
"No mom or I wouldn't be calling to tell you I was on my way"
"Oh dear, I think the cleaning ladies, well, I think they gave your clothes away."
"Excuse me?"
"Well I had several bags of clothing and other things going to Goodwill and I think they must have grabbed your bag by mistake and, well, there aren't any bags in the garage."
"None?"
"Not a one. I am sick about this."
"I know how you feel."
"Well, get over here, I have new towels for you and I will write you a check for your clothes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, get over here now. I am just sick about this."
Click
It took me an hour, but I plowed through the $350 like it was nothing. New jeans, new pants, new undies, new sweater, new shirts. A totally unexpected shopping spree I had been itching for but avoiding since I am going on vacation at the end of the month.
Although I am sad about my loss I am very pleased with my new items. So the question becomes; do I continue to do laundry at the parents’ house or do I just send it out to the cleaners? I love having my laundry done for me, but what if next time she accidentally shrinks everything; maybe I can get the Porsche.
That being said I waited nearly three weeks before I was forced into a corner when I ran out of clean white socks. Normally, a girl like me would just go shopping but I decided a trip to my dad and step-mom's for dinner was in order. So while there, why not do the college student thing and wash a load (or three). I did my whites first (needed those socks), then my darks and then colors. At about 8 PM it was apparent that the dryer wasn't going to comply with my time-table. My step-mom told me she would fold it all for me (the color load included a ton of underwear and towels, PJ's and my favorite jeans) and I could pick it the next day. She was nice enough to bag it and place it in the garage so I could grab it whenever.
Whenever became a week and two days later and I called her tonight on my way home to tell her that after my groceries were delivered I would be by to grab my clothes. A sudden silence met me on the other end of the phone. Then a gasp:
"Um Kim, didn't you grab your clothes earlier this week?"
"No mom or I wouldn't be calling to tell you I was on my way"
"Oh dear, I think the cleaning ladies, well, I think they gave your clothes away."
"Excuse me?"
"Well I had several bags of clothing and other things going to Goodwill and I think they must have grabbed your bag by mistake and, well, there aren't any bags in the garage."
"None?"
"Not a one. I am sick about this."
"I know how you feel."
"Well, get over here, I have new towels for you and I will write you a check for your clothes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, get over here now. I am just sick about this."
Click
It took me an hour, but I plowed through the $350 like it was nothing. New jeans, new pants, new undies, new sweater, new shirts. A totally unexpected shopping spree I had been itching for but avoiding since I am going on vacation at the end of the month.
Although I am sad about my loss I am very pleased with my new items. So the question becomes; do I continue to do laundry at the parents’ house or do I just send it out to the cleaners? I love having my laundry done for me, but what if next time she accidentally shrinks everything; maybe I can get the Porsche.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Upside Down
I have been remiss in writing. Things have been more than insane. I have moved back to the city into an amazing and beautiful flat. I haven't put all my art up yet so I won't post pics until it is complete. Suffice to say, it is wonderful. My cats are living with me, inside even. Everything is out of storage and it is really starting to look like my home.
I finally finished posting my pics of Spain. With over 400 photos it took me forever to get them all up. Two weeks there was not enough so next year we are looking at a month; two weeks in Spain and two weeks in Italy.
Work is killing me. I am in bed sick at 7:30 pm and I just finished working from home. I even had to run into the office for a short bit to sign off on some critical paperwork. I love my job, and I love the people I work with, but damn if I am not exhausted.
Most of the drama in my life is gone. Things for D are still a little uproarious but he is managing beautifully despite the fact that lies are still spread and there are people in this world willing to waste their time being vindictive. It makes me sad really; he is such an amazing person and deserves nothing but happiness. Too bad some people can't see past their spiteful noses to see what they are missing not knowing him
I know I have so much more to share, like I am off to NOLA again this month to see a two day concert and train at an HR convention, or that my LOVELY Pea is here visiting me, or that I miss my mom every day, but I am too low on energy to actually get to it all so this will have to do for now.
Much love
I finally finished posting my pics of Spain. With over 400 photos it took me forever to get them all up. Two weeks there was not enough so next year we are looking at a month; two weeks in Spain and two weeks in Italy.
Work is killing me. I am in bed sick at 7:30 pm and I just finished working from home. I even had to run into the office for a short bit to sign off on some critical paperwork. I love my job, and I love the people I work with, but damn if I am not exhausted.
Most of the drama in my life is gone. Things for D are still a little uproarious but he is managing beautifully despite the fact that lies are still spread and there are people in this world willing to waste their time being vindictive. It makes me sad really; he is such an amazing person and deserves nothing but happiness. Too bad some people can't see past their spiteful noses to see what they are missing not knowing him
I know I have so much more to share, like I am off to NOLA again this month to see a two day concert and train at an HR convention, or that my LOVELY Pea is here visiting me, or that I miss my mom every day, but I am too low on energy to actually get to it all so this will have to do for now.
Much love
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Home Sweet...Oh Who Am I Kidding
Spain was the most brilliant trip. I took over 450 pictures. It will take me some time to sort and post them all, but I will get around to it.
Coming home was hard. As much as I missed everyone I just wanted them there with me. Why can't I just pick up everyone and everything and move us all to Spain? The people, the food, the smells, the architecture; all of it is amazing. I fell in love there; so many times I can't even count. In love with Gaudi, in love with the country, in love with this man, this woman, this other man. The men there are something else. Not what I was told - "shady and not to be trusted" - but smart, sexy and passionate. Something most American men aren't, at least not in one package. Yum.
With my back out and my leg killing me, I gimped around for the first week or so. I did my best to not complain (shut up Carmen) but DAMN, it was hard. Chin up I pushed and pushed myself! OK that is a lie, I was lazy; slept a lot, ate a lot, drank a lot, smoked a lot. The sloth-like nature of this trip, combined with the beauty of Spain was just what I needed.
Carmen and I are already planning next year. I want to take a full month off the next go-round and see my family in England as well as spend some time in Italy. I think it would be double the fun if I was traveling with someone I could make out with in Park Guell, or to trip around Vulpellac with. At least for a short while, until I, ya know, hooked up or something...
Coming home was hard. As much as I missed everyone I just wanted them there with me. Why can't I just pick up everyone and everything and move us all to Spain? The people, the food, the smells, the architecture; all of it is amazing. I fell in love there; so many times I can't even count. In love with Gaudi, in love with the country, in love with this man, this woman, this other man. The men there are something else. Not what I was told - "shady and not to be trusted" - but smart, sexy and passionate. Something most American men aren't, at least not in one package. Yum.
With my back out and my leg killing me, I gimped around for the first week or so. I did my best to not complain (shut up Carmen) but DAMN, it was hard. Chin up I pushed and pushed myself! OK that is a lie, I was lazy; slept a lot, ate a lot, drank a lot, smoked a lot. The sloth-like nature of this trip, combined with the beauty of Spain was just what I needed.
Carmen and I are already planning next year. I want to take a full month off the next go-round and see my family in England as well as spend some time in Italy. I think it would be double the fun if I was traveling with someone I could make out with in Park Guell, or to trip around Vulpellac with. At least for a short while, until I, ya know, hooked up or something...
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Noon is the New Eight AM
Pea and I have not woken up before noon the entire trip. Of course we haven't gone to bed before 3 AM either. August is vacation month in Europe so everywhere you go is bustling. We are in Vulpellac until tomorrow. Paul is flying in from Ireland for an overnight stay. Then Pea and I (plus a few friends) will head to the mountains for a few days before returning to Barcelona. I took the family out for dinner last night. It was perfect. But let me just say, if anyone ever offers you a sea snail - Just say No.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Blogging on Medication on the Mediterranean
Here I sit in Vulpellac with Pea smoking, eating, and attempting to speak Castillian. It is amazing here. The people are kind and beautiful. We spent the first weekend in Premia de Dalt outside of Barcelona at a grande villa that belongs to Teresa, la novia de David. David is an old family friend of Pea's. He helped raise her when she was little. Now we are staying in the pueblo where Pea was born. Encarna was Pea's other mother growing up and she is taking care of us as if we were her own.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
14 Minutes
I will officially be on vacation in 14 minutes. Out the door, everything in order and off to a quick massage. My back in OUT and I need it to be in better shape before I get on that plane in the morning. Leave it to me to be broken on vacation. At least we are spending the first few days relaxing at a summer home. Perhaps with the lack of stress and nothing to do it will work itself out.
I am not sure if I will have a place to blog while in Spain so if you don't hear from me over the next two weeks you will know why.
Try not to miss me.
I am not sure if I will have a place to blog while in Spain so if you don't hear from me over the next two weeks you will know why.
Try not to miss me.
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