The demon fly of Glenhew Rd

There's a fly. In my house. It won't die. I've chased it, batted it, swatted it, sprayed it with every type of cleaner in my home. Yet... it lives on. I thought fly's lifespans were like 12 hours or something. This thing has been here haunting me for 3 days. I think all the cleaners are mutating it into super fly. Did I mention it's driving me BONKERS???

Mass Hysteria

I get it...Hurricane's are dangerous, they're scary... they can KILL you. Really, I promise, I get it. What I do NOT get is the mass hysteria that grips this city with each hurricane that forms. See, there's this smidgen of common sense I have that tells me to make a hurricane kit, keep it stocked and not have to redo it each time a storm pops up. (Novel idea, huh?) My next argument to reason is that these terrifying storms do this little thing called form... they don't spring up like tornados. You have at least a week to watch it's intensity and progress. Why wait until the day before landfall and rip eachother's hair out in the water aisle? Humans are frantic sheep sometimes... one inthe flack panics and it's contagious until they trample eachother. Who needs an actualy hurricane... all we need is the idea of one.


That being said.. can I come crash at your place Mandy?

Playgroups and Mom socializing

SO I joined a couple playgroups to meet some moms around here and to get Kenneth a friend or two... basically this was a bad idea. I'm pretty poor at following anyone's directions and the leaders/organizers of the group seem to all be some pretty odd ball women. Fast forward to me deciding, screw it, I'll start my own... can't exactly get booted out of my own group because "gasp" my bruiser son crawls on top of other babies. Did you know that children will touch other children at playgroups? Apparently that notion was missed by some of these moms. I think they wanted their kids to sit around and stare at eachother or something. Actually, I still have not figured out what it was they were expecting. If I do, I'll pass that along.

So here's my own group... and all these poor women who've joined have to follow MY directions, planning and activities. I didn't realize what a big bite I took, I'm chewing it but it's time consuming and trying to get 40 women to do anything is like trying to herd cattle. So that's my latest adventure. I'm sure there will be pPLENTY of debacles to write about. My reccomendation: Don't try this at home, finda group who's organizer isn't completely mad and reap the benefits of their hard work!

Yeah, so I'm a sorry blogger.. what's your point.

Finally gettting around to business. Mandy tagged me to do this b/c she loves me. Too bad she was one of the ppl I would have tagged so I'm down one tagee.


1. List these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.



1. My recent slackness in all things computer can be blamed on the following:
an addiciton to a local message board :http://kingwoodunderground.com
my new project: handmade baby blankets

2. I've been a mom for 9 months today. I can't believe it. I hate to admit people were right when they say they grow fast. I guess people can't always be wrong.

3. Children's toys, decor and almost all things baby are gnerally obnoxious to my ears and eyes. Lucky for KP I suck it up for him. (minus the character themed items... that's taking it too far)

4. I wish all my friends has some sort of Instant Messenger.

5. I'm systematically trying to convince everyone I love to move here. I think I've gotten my sister hooked... working on the Verdes and my parents now.

6. I HATE the feel of cotton balls and felt. I HATE the smell of celery. *gag*

7. (wow this is hard.. am I that boring?)


That's it... skipping both #7 and the tagging it forward. I've been staring at the screen blankly for about 5 minutes. Apparently I'm not very interesting and i don't have friends. Ha. That, or the juices aren't flowing. I'll hope it's the latter :)

I guess I was mistaken

I always say Finny is a demon but judging my this picture he's either really a ghost or an angel:





Kidding... but this was a funny moment. Kenneth would go fool everytime Fifi came to the window. As you can see he isabout to launch himself in this shot ;)

Jett Lee, GSO and Leonardo Da Vinci

Jett Lee came to IAH yesterday to meet my son. Unfortunately David had to work, but Jett was only here for the day. He flew in in the morning and went home on the 1730 flight. It was lovely to see another old GSO mafia member. It's kind of ironic that the majority of the people who have come here to see Kenneth are not from Houston. The vast majority of my IAH friends seem to think I live in China and have yet to set foot up here. (I suppose that means I shouldn't call them friends, really.) Anyways... here's my list of all the GSO peeps I have coerced into my home:



Mark Tucker, Mr. antisocial himself

Adam Wilson

Rick Rosinski

Adam Jett Lee

The Verdes tried ( I shot 'em down, I still felt like shit on a stick from the whole little thing called birth)

And although they didn't come here I feel compelled to add Emily and Mary, becasaue they did, in fact drive to Myrtle when I was there



Anyways... We went to the Houston Museum of Natural Science and went to the Leonardo Da Vinci exhibit. It focused largely on his inventive work rather than his art, which, so impressive in and of itself. He was a THINKER! He really had some innovative ideas for his time. He wanted to flllllllllllllllyyy to. If you're in Houston before 9-8-08 check it out.



that's it. ttfn.

mmmmmm.....Homemade soft pretzels

I've made a pact with myself I'm not going to ever make cookies for Kenneth's school parties... I'm making these. Just call me Martha Bjork.


PS. I was feeling artsy and made some into sticks, after baking them I rubbed h2o on them and rolled 'em in cinnamon sugar.

You wish you could shop with me.

So, Mandy paid me the omnipotent compliment... she said I was great at finding bargains. it's true, I love it... so I thought I'd take a moment to brag.

My latest and greatest acheivements:

Yesterday at CVS they were giving $2 extrabucks when you bought colgate total for $2.99. Sweet, but I had a coupon for $2. They ended up paying me $1 to buy the toothpaste. Ok, so I got 10 tubes...

While stalking KYS the other day I came across this gem:

For $30. that's right 30.... It's $249 at Target.

Ahhhh. That's shopping.

Love thy neighbor

Remeber those people that were renting? They're weird. They never go anywhere. I came outside andthe garage door was open and they were huddled over a table and the door was immediately closed. Then they let the grass grow 3 feet and sent the kids out in te sweltering heat to cut it..... with an old fashion pushmower. No joke. Lastly, I've recently invested in this gem. You do the math.

Storms

I lllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove writing a blog just to have a storm blow out the power so it erases all my work. Makes my day.

Another day, another strange sleeping location

New neighbors

The house across the street had foreclosure notices on it and then went up for sale by owner... now miraculously it's being rented out. I smell a rat... could the old owners be pulling the same crap on these new pseudo neighbors our old one did on us. Pure speculation, perhaps life lessons are turning me into a cynic. Perhaps not.

That being said... The houses in this neighborhood aren't exactly directly across from each other, sort of offset. I don't think I like it they have decided to park their work truck in the street to the right of their driveway, thus making it directly in front of our driveway. Just may have to kindly question if they are planning on parking in the street? Hint, hint. This coming the week after I requested the next door neighbors get a traschcan lid so I could stop picking their trash out of my flowerbeds every trashday. I don't want to be "that" neighbor.. but really, have some couth.

Catching up

Where to start?

Myrtle Vacation... was... anything but. My sister's baby shower was more successful than I expected and it had a fine turnout. The one thing she requested to do at the shower was the one thing that was making it the hardest... tie dye onsies. But to tie dye you need hot water, who wants to get dressed up cute and then use clothing dye? It worked out when thanks to good ole google I found instructions for cold water dye jobs. My family bickered and argued endlessly per usual, and I basically just dislike being in a town I lived in where I was immensely unhappy. Needless to say, I'm glad to be home....

...to a sick dog. Finn, our charmingly stupid and sweet Golden Retriever had a sore jaw. At first he was eating and drinking, barking an playing. I took him in for xrays and sedation to give his mouth a good look. Nothing. No diagnosis... MAYBE eosiniphillic myasitis, an autoimmune disorder, maybe. So he was prescribed Prednisone, a steroid to help with swelling, inflammation and soreness. A day and a half later he started to look like a flower wilting. Stopped drinking, eating, then moving really. Of course it was Friday on a long weekend.. I couldn't take him into Dr Runge's, whom I love and have worked for off and on since I was 19. By bedtime I was scared so I looked up the closest emergency vet and took him in. First off, and EXAM is $80. And the place looked like a dump, aesthetically, for $80 a pop he place shouldn't look awful... that doesn't exactly breed confidence. Nor should the technicians look like they climbed out of the tv while someone was watching deliverance. It's 1am.. I have no choice. So after 3 hours the Dr. breezes in, hardly listens to my list of symptoms and breezes out. I ask to speak with the Dr again and she acts like I'm insulting her for wanting to DISCUSS his treatment. I'm already in over $300 bucks and no one has a clue what's going on. She is horrid to me so I ask for some fluids, something to coat his stomach and I will call my vet in the morning. So I do and she gets some fluids and meds together for me to administer at home and when David gets in he runs down to get them. But Finn keep getting worse, and worse. Explosive bloody diarrhea (all over my living room I might add) which looks like raspberry jelly, he can't even keep water down anymore. I have no choice, he needs and IV and constant care, I can go down to the clinic with him and sleep there etc. but it's closed so there won't be a Dr. if he crashes and won't be till Tues... I HAVE to go back to that EC with him, it's for his good, my feelings of the place aside. So he's been there since, still no one can give me a definitive diagnosis and until last night he wasn't responding to any of the treatment. Today looks a little sunnier. We'll see.

With that being said I have learned a lesson about keeping money for emergencies. I always keep the credit card clear and I felt that would be sufficient. Over $1,500 later, I now know better.

Random: I'm exhausted, I'm worried etc... and to keep my mind occupied last night I sat on myspace and commented people I hadn't in forever. Well one person, a girl I went to Hope Center, a wilderness camp, with, whom I have known for over ten years,comments me back and made me feel like a dirtbagfor kidding around and calling her an asshole. I do this all the time, I'm kidding... my friends know that...orI thought they did. I guess tone doesn't carry across the internet. It was just a bad time to get flack for messing around.

oh, and KP should be crawling soon. He's scooting backwards now and it's ticking him off endlessly he can't go forwards ;)

whowwhowwhow

that's the charlie brown teacher sound for the record.

Been getting ready to head to the beach for 10 days.. It's gonna be eventful to say the least. David's mom and sis will be there for a couple days, some of my good friends from gso are driving down for a few, my two sisters, my mom, me and nuffy. Plus the friends I have left there that are sure to pop in. Hello, estrogen.
I hate going there though, I wish my sis's would get out of there. That was a bad time in my life and a horrible place for me to live. It's so small too that you always get seen or see someone you'd rather not. I rarely go. Can't exactly skip my own sister's shower.
I'm gonna fly to TPA and help mom drive up... now THAT is going to be a true test of my patience and willpower. Setting aside the fact a 10 hour drive will take 14 hours at the rate she drives, and I am going to hear the same 10 stories over and over, I'm going to have Nuffy with me. Yikes. I swear it crossed my mind to get a 5 month olf a dvd player so he could watch baby einstein on the road. Take that good mommies of the world, my kind is taking over!
Needless to say, I doubt there will be a whole lot of blogging till I get back. (not that there is alot going on anyways)
Mandy... enjoy the wedding. tell me all about it.
Sarah... need the litterbox report on the breeze when I get home.
Lauren... enjoy pet sitting my animals, they are disasters. BUhahhaha.

So I hope everyone has a grand week, I will see some of you soon. And for the others smell ya later!

KB

Full circle.

So I caught some flack for being a loser and not even being able to keep up with a measly blog. How do I even have friends left? I certainly can't seem to ever answer my phone. Point is, here I am, forgiven?

We've all seen in the news recently the polygamy colony freakshow. I can't seem to get over the twistedness of it all. Mostly because of the children. Which brings me to another topic.. one which I truly had planned on blogging over. I watched this movie, Gone, baby gone. It's a well made movie, excellent, in fact...but if you do see it be prepared to be disturbed as I was. (And maybe read this after seeing it, the following will ruin it) The basic premis is that a child is missing and the family hires private investigators to assist the police and them in locating her. The mother turns out to be a drug runner and you are led to believe through the exchange with her kidnapper that she dies. As it turns out the police chief lost his child to murder and he has set up a ruse to steal the child. He asks the question "Isn't she better off here?" Well.... yes.... the mother was a piece 'o' shit. But, who is he, I or anyone else to decide what is, in fact best for a child? When does nature, where a child naturally wants it's mother, get trumped by what society deems is best for the child? Those who know me can probably guess why this is hitting close to home. Secondly, as a subplot, one of the kidnapping suspects is a pedophile. When another child goes missing and the PI fings him dead and raped in the house of the pedophile, he loses it and shoots the creep. (After vomiting.. it truly was an awful scene) Later at the hospital, where he is racked with guilt, one cop asks him would he do it again? He says no. As a catholic, he states it's a sin. True, murder is evil. But honestly, had I been in that situation, I feel like I would have done the same thing. And done it again. So when is wrong, truly WRONG? Maybe it was having a child that makes me insane over the now, but I get livid thinking about people who can hurt children. And it happens daily. I think I am starting to believe in capital punishment.

Especially for people like this:

http://abcnews.go.com/US/Story?id=3912395

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/5541849.html


Anyone ever heard of "safehouses"? I know so many people who want, and deserve children. Yet here they are childless while useless human beings are giving birth all over the place. I have been having some nightmares to rival all nighmares. Let it be said, if anyone ever hurts my boy... you will all be welcome at my murder trial.


Ps. I'd like to throw in a shoutout here to my brilliant friend Emily, who is an esteemed employee of this fine laboratory. Who just so happen to be doing some important work right now:

http://www.thetimesnews.com/news/texas_12804___article.html/samples_children.html

Mandy... how do I put in the cute little hidden links that you always do?

I've been thinkin about my doorbell

When you gonna ring it, when you gonna ring it.

Gahhh, get that song out of my head. Just in case you needed something in your headto get stuck ... http://www.zshare.net/audio/8393066e955df5/ hehehe, sorry kids.

I know, two posts in one day

I have to start this... photographic documetation of Kenickie's ceasless search for the least comfortable sleeping locations.

THE desk

Saw this in pottery barn.... showed David the picture and voila:

Make it LAST, thanks dad

I was thinking last night about one of my dad's claim to fame. (He is a hero in his own mind by the way) History; My parents have been married since their teens, what is now going on 35 years. They meant their vows.

Regardless... Ages ago.. On a drive home from work one day, Dad was listening to the radio and the dj asked listeners to call in and tell what makes their marriage last... Dad is really into clever anologies, anagrams etc... So, he came up with this.. it's my parents relationship gospel.

To make it last, you've got to make it L-A-S-T

L- listen to eachother

A- apologize

S- share eachother's interests

T- touch


Clever, huh?

Quite possibly the cutest thing I have seen to date

Kenneth has one of those illegal rolling exersuacer things... I know, I know, wheels are bad. It was given to me and it's cute... so hush. Plus, I don't have stairs. So far Kenneth has been fearless and I have yet to see him scared.. today I put him in the thing for the first time since his feet could touch the ground. He immediately launched himself backwards.. the kids legs are seriously strong. Anyways, his little baby eyes got SO wide, he skipped a beat and started crying the most pitiful cry you have eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer heard. How can a mother thing think that's cute? Becasue the second I scooped him I literally felt the relief wash over him, mommy saved him. I had a moment, I don't have many of those feel good, mushy moments.. or if I do, I seldom notice them. And for the record, I put him back in it after a minute, can't have my boy being a pansy. kidding, kidding... but really... wasn't that right? So he wasn't fearful of it in the future? He was totally fine, I think it was the initial shock of moving when he was not expecting it..

ehhh. anyways, Happy Monday.

Wishing I could beat some sense into her damn head

Alicia, my little sis.. what a trainwreck. Not only is she dating/in love with te creepiest guy this side of the planet, but she is having his child. Ok, fine.. it happens, let's deal with it... First off they spent all last summer/year in jail for heroin possession. After she got out she came to live with me for a few months and I thought she was going to fly straight.. well he was released and she ran straight to him. I was here by then and pregnant.. I think this got her biological clock ticking and I feel like she got pregnant on purpose.. Bad, but still not the worst of it. Next she comes to us a few months later to tell us she was using again, she has been going to the methadone clinic but can't detox or it very well may kill her baby. She has to have the baby in Charelston where it will have to stay for 3 weeks to detox as it will be addicted when born. So with all this, one would imagine, he, the baby's father would try to get off drugs.. .wrong. That maybe they would plan a future... wrong. The house they used to live in (which was his families and they lived there for free) is condemned basically.. it was torn up during the drug bust. They currently reside at his grandmothers, who passed away about 2 months ago. The house is going to be sold and they can move into the other one if they get it in livable condition... they have done NOTHING. She hasn't even tried to get ready for this baby. I'm sick over it. SICK. I am not letting this child be kept in a filfthy, drug rampant househols. Either I, or the state will have that baby. I am sur I will lose my sister over it. Who cares anymore.. I already have. What's going to happen when the little baby girl breaks his crack pipe... duct tape her up like he has my sister?? The baby she plans to name... get ready for this... Nova Leigh Euphroia Owsley. Ouch. Uhhhh. I am at a loss.. there is nothing I can make her do from here... she doesn't listen... every single thing she has for that baby had been given to her by myself, my mother or others. She literally plans to try to get on welfare and never work. THAT is her fucking goal in life. Not that she ever has worked...

I have no idea where she came from. honestly. It's not the same blood that courses through my veins.

Finally.. a breakdown

I knew eventually the exhaustion, the lonliness, missing people, having an unpleasant/unhappy baby, a wild dog, a new marriage etc would prove too much and I would crack. Today I hada breakdowm and cried so hard I couldn't breath. I'll start from the beginning...

I love David. Alot. But we were only together a few months before I got pregnant, granted I knew him longer and that helped.. .but still. He loves me intensely. Sometimes he smothers me... grabs me every time I walk past, wants me to sit on the couch that he is on, don't leave the room he is in, can't we go to bed at the same time?... on and on. It wears on me.. I have NEVER been overly affectionate. I feel like maybe he thought I was putting on a hard front but this REALLY is how I am.. not a hugger, snuggler, cuddler, hand holder. I'm just not. I think it hurts his feelings... and he takes it so personal. I feel like I am walking on eggshells all the time now. My smart ass comments too. He takes it all so personal. Sometimes I tell him something he DID and it's like I don't love him anymore in his mind. I love him... just not what he did... does that make sense? So I am on edge alot.. it's gotten better the longer we have been together.. but I fear I can't give him what he needs. Guess it's a little late... either way, it's a stress.

Finn is out of control.. I have met so many dogs working at vets thru the years. But never one that didn't want to please his owners at all..... Finn.... just does what he wants, knowing there will be punishment, but apparently the crime is worth it. Example.. he eats everyone elses food, and poop. (i know, its gross) SO... he knows he shouldnt do it... sees you coming, and eats as much as fast as he can until you get there to drag him away. He KNOWS, but does what he wants anyways. He charges thru the door, hits everything in his path (including the baby if he is in the way) refuses to stop trying to get Kenneth's shes to eat, or his diapers for that matter. i really have tried everything. I trained Luna, she hates other dogs but she is a well behaved pet.
So, we do a favor for our friends and babysit their 2 boxers for 4 days. Tex and Ginger. They fight with our dogs (figures) So first off I told them LAST weekend was ok... David was here. Well, they rescheduled their trip and show up unannounced Friday.. and David was on a trip.. it's me, Kenneth and 4 big, fighting dogs. Well, I end up having to keep two in a bedroom and let two out to roam alternately. They tore up the door frame in the spare bedroom, chewed up a couple of Kenneths toys, vomited on the floor, and chewed a few other random things.
Fucking Finn, gets into their food and eats as much as he can get before I catch him.... it gives him diarrhea... all over my bedroom. It looks like someone put diarrhea in a blender and turned it on.... POOP EVERYWHERE

Then the toilet overflows.. I still don't know why... I've plugged up a toilet before but not with pee.

Kenneth starts to cry

it starts to rain on us while we are out buying a plunger

kenneth cried harded

I spend ALOT of time listening to my friends and families problems.... yet whe I hysterically call 4 people in a row.. not 1 answers or has time to listen to me for 5 seconds. I NEVER need to talk about my problems.. I can handle alot... but this morning was too much. And noone was there.


And David's solution was to put Finn out in the yard from now on... right... a golden retriever outside on Houston in the summer? sure. It's his dog, he needs to do something with him... train him, or take him to the golden rescue.

uhhh.

Random this, Random that.

Karma... is me saying I hate Finn and him running away frm home. Don't worry.. he came back. Then we took KP and him to the park and I discovered he likes to slide down slides. No joke... I took him up the stairs and acrossthe brigde things on one of those wooden playground things. Then, down the slide... HE LOVED IT.. after another time or two I didn't even have to lead him through it, he was doing it on his own. KP will be the coolest kid at the park. Guess I don't hate Finn after all.

Curiosity... is me dying to know what orange vehicle one would be strange enough to want, let alone purchase.

Fear... is me being too scared to comment her in case she gets curious and nosy and I get Mandy and myself in trouble.

Funny is what this is... I told my sister (and Mandy) I wanted to make a bumper sticker that reads: Listen Asshole, I have a baby in here. My sister's response? She is going to make one that reads... Listen Bitch, my kid can read.

Bored.. is what I am the majority of the time. I can hardly even blog becasue I have nothing new to say. Life is so different for me now.. almost not stimulating enough. i just can'twait for KP to be more interactive. I know I will regret saying this.. .but I look forward to chasing him around and laughing at his antics. (Like I did Collin's playdough wall art)

Tired... so so tired of bad men. What is wrong with the world? And with almost every chick I know for hanging with them?

Addicted.. to CSI reruns on Spike. Thirty hours of television later and I am pretty sure I can be in forensics myself.

Certain... that the only one who ever reads this is Mandy G

Who can in a bad mood with news like this???

A day of good new... the Cecil's succeeded after only a month of trying to get pregnant. Yay.
And Holly is engaged now! More babies to come ;)



I'm still bored.

Friday sucked

I've had a bad day.. things just basically sucked all around. Started off poorly since KP was a serious jerk to me all night. Nothing too bad until I went to the mall to pick up a picture and managed to get spit on. Yes... spit on. For once I am walking along minding my own business and from above a lovely bomb of saliva lands on my arm, then another on my wallet which was in my hand. I look up and see two little monkeys leaning over the balcony. They scurry back from the rail, I see red, consider homocide, remember I am mother and jail is not for me, change my mind and barrel out the door howling to David about it...who just so happens to be on the phone with non other than Mandy's husband. Imagine that. Defeated I take my contaminated body into the car and on home.

I'm too deflated to even blog about the evening's disagreement. But, I ask you this... Is it so bad to WANT to go on a cool vacation with one of your best friends when invited or would it just be wrong to go?

I'm going yard saleing in the morning. Hope I can find some more crap I don't need.

Just a minor irritation

I realize there are alot of deadbeat dads out there and that I have a great husband who is an excellent father... BUT... when he is home and takes his son to Lowes or something the cashier, random women etc. gush to him how WONDERFUL he is for taking his infant son with him. Of course he comes home and tells me expecting a pleasant response. Not so much. This basically irritates the shit out of me. Who ever tells mothers they are the best person breathing for taking care of their child? It's my job.. I don't expect kudos. But why does society reward men for doing and acting like they are supposed to? It ticks me off. Vented.. thanks.

The best time to call me

It seems we finally have some semblance of a routine. Not the world's greatest routine, but a routine all the same. I'll take it.

6-7 pm.. he craps out for about 7 hours of pure blissful sleep... those of you who can actually bring yourself to go to bed at this time.... you're a better woman than I

2-3am... feed me

3-5/6... feed me mommy and let's play

At this point he likes to stay awake just long enough that I actually wake up... not just zombie feed... but am alert and awake enough to finally watch him doze off when it's just. too. late for me to go back to sleep. So should you feel like chatting, I have about two hours in the early morning of him teasing me with his snores.

Talk to you then.

Grown women DO cry

It's just over different things. Like the untimely death of my absolute favorite decorative item. I have a SLIGHT obbsession with "deco" balls. You know.. the decorative round yet ever so attractive balls? This was my bowl, my container, my perfect place to assemble my collection. It died today at the hands of a klutz, otherwise known as... me ;(

let's all take a moment.

The Carcass and the Glory Days Pictures below....

I love to win. LOVE it.

So amazingly our exlandlord came back and agreedto reimburse us $1,386.66. Yes, she did put the $ .66 in there for good measure. I'm suprised she agreed to it but I think I charged her like a bull and it may have intimidated her just a teensy tiny little bit.
I am firmly against the saying "You catch more flied with sugar". pfft. No you don't, scare the hell out of them and they usually do what you say ;)

Kidding, kidding....

One more for the road...

Dear Mandy,
Thank you ever so much for providing me with just one more survey to do before I head to airport hell. You knew I couldn't resist.
Love,
your pilot-wife bff

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
I have the same initials as my old man.... and if you hear my mother call either one of us by "KR".... run.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Realistically, I cry appx. every 72 hours... I am such a crybaby. Bet you'd have never guessed that.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
FOr a lefty is decent

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
purified ;)

PS. Oh my god Finn just farted at my feet and I have to leave the area for a few minutes. Please excuse me.

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
I do, I have A kid. His name is Kenneth Paul.

BTW.... Purina Pro Plan... I do not reccommend you feed it to your dogs unless you have no sense of smell.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I (as the other me) like myself (as the other person me). Otherwise, it's doubtful

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
never

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
yep

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
if you gave it to me for free

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I have a few... Lucky Charms, PB Capt Crunch, Pops... The aftereffects of cereal are hardly worth it though

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
I only have one pair of shoes that tie... and no

12. DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
I'm a regular nendrathal


13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Sweet cream

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
ugly.... yes or no?

15. RED OR PINK?
I'm more of a coppery rust girl myself

16. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I' entirely too secretively sensitive

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Probably sissie. And Davie when he's gone

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
I don't think I have anyone to send it back to me.. I already got it from Mandy


19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
black pants, black sweater, black and white polka dot silky shirt (non-revving attire)


20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Lunch

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Ocean Wonders swing creaking
(noisy buggers)


22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? brown, I'm as shit

23. FAVORITE SMELLS?Davie's cologne.. whatever it is... clean nuffy, (this one is really odd) Luna's feet, coffee

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Dizzle

25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? quite a bit actually

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Luna and Finn olympics

27. HAIR COLOR?brown, not boring brown... awesome brown ;)


28. EYE COLOR? greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? you better believe it

30. FAVORITE FOOD?pretty much anything mexican

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? weird twisty endings... a la' Usual Suspects, resivior Dogs etc.

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Saw 4

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? black and white

34. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Spring if you will

35. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs or non saliva kisses.

36. FAVORITE DESSERT?icecream or three muskateers

37. SECRET CELEBRITY BOY/GIRLFRIEND? How quaint that Davie gets a smidge jealous over this... I'm not telling, lest I get to watch anymore ;)

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Pfft. I WISH I had time to read

40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? black

41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Lost bitches

42. FAVORITE SOUND(s)? KP's little baby snores, cat purrs, jet engines, funny farts (seriously...) baby giggles, my favorite peoples voices

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? ehh, beatles

44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Costa Rica

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Not especially. PS. Mandy... great skill. Really.

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Snellville, Ga.

WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?
? dunno.. anyone ,really.

My million dollar idea!

So listen, I have a plan.... not to make myself a million bucks, but how in the long run, I just might save it.

Note: feel free to take this idea an run with it.

We all have satellite radio, blue tooth on our phones, GPS and wireless internet. Let's use that technology to keep from speeding. My proposition is this: Rather than speed limit signs, have a wireless signal transmitted from them, your car will have a receiver which can be wired to govern your speed so you CAN'T speed. I have the world's heaviest foot so this could really be of use to morons like me. And I would be happy to pay for the service. ;)

There, I have had my good idea for the year, see ya in 2009.

The bane of my existence...

In case anyone reading this hasn't managed to listen to me bitch about my new archnemesis, Pam Mendoza, allow me to remedy that situation.





SO. When David took his upgrade he had never set foot in this city. It was a promotion and that was all he needed to know, really. It was on my recomendation we move into the 1960/Atascocita area on the basis of convenience and proximity to the airport. I , of course WANTED to move to Clear Lake, but it was a ridiculous notion as you well know if you have any knowlege of this city. Anyways, we rented an apartment but that was no place for our growing family. But it's awful hard to buy a house (not to mention stupid) if you are uncertain you will remain in the area... we rented a house....Seemed like a good idea at the time. I unwittingly opened a piece of mail addressed to our landlord (Pam Mendoza) and it happened to be a forclosure notice. (FYI.... I swear.. it was unwittingly. Swear.) EEK... I called David and we agreed to begin househunting... we made hints to Pam we knew what was up, she was all about letting us out of our lease early.. .but she continued to lie. Again, and again, and again. We found a house, planned dto move out on the 30th, paid rent and smiled. For about 3 seconds. On a lovely Tuesday morning our doorbell rang and on our doorstep stood a realtor for Chase bank... the new owner of the home we were living in. Only now we weren't welcome. We were given a small window of time to pack, try to close, and get. the. hell. out.


No such luck, We had till Friday to move, but couldn't close till Tuesday. (I will forever hate President's day... really.... it's a useless holiday.. .you don't even get presents.) Can you say shit? I can.. .SHIT. Doesn't sound like a huge deal but when you have as much stuff (living and inatimate) as we do.... it's a world of trouble.





Here was the "solution" (made amidst more cursing than you can, or ever will imagine)





-Pack everything in a Uhaul and park the Uhaul for 3 days.


-Enjoy a nice crew rate stay at the comfort suites.


-Board 2 dogs and 3 cats at my old clinic.


-Discard a refrigerator and Freezer full of food

-Plus we had to eat out every meal for 5 days

(let me interject.....to add insult to injury.... not just food, but trophies from one of the most sucessful days fishing in Chocolate Bayou ever....) Don't worry... I added a pic. See?


Anyways.. it just kept getting worse. I decided I was recovering the losses... sounded reasonable.... So I email her the total and asked to be reimbursed. She ask for reciepts.... Like I have been the one lying here... oh well, I had 'em, I sent 'em. Now she is starting to be a bitch and I am certain we will never see a dime.

My point is basically this... I HATE not having control of situations. And I have none over this, we really took it up the rear and I am being eaten alive with desire to go see her face to face in Laredo. Someone talk some sense into me. Or just promise to bail me out of jail...

KB

Only in Texas...

Today, after vacuum shopping (shut up) I was driving down the freeway feeder on my way home. Traffic. Dead stop. Hmmm. Must be a wreck. Not so fast, it's a wagon train blocking to road as they make their way into town for the Houston Rodeo. I'm not kidding about the wagon train bit... complete with Conestoga wagons and cowboys. Does ANYONE have ANY clue how slow those things move? Well.... the answer is... very. And it was loooooooooooong. Try and hour to move far enough I could get back on the freeway long. I love the rodeo too... but do you see me crawling down your street blocking your way home? So please, if you come to the rodeo, and have the grand idea to wagon train there.... please. reconsider.

Sisters, mom and me

I think it's safe to say for the first time ever I have the most stable life of the three of us. (Not that this is any grand accomplishment... but if you have known me for any length of time you will see the irony in this...)
It feels weird to be talking to my mom about coupons, diapers, husbands, buying houses and actually care about the stuff she is saying. I generally smile and nod since mom's life has been so different from mine... I never really felt like we had much in common. She married my dad when she was 17, never worked, has only seen his penis...never even been drunk. ( I know, the last one is sad... we are working on this) I'm starting to see the truth in the old adage about mom's and daughters being really close once the girls start reproducing. I know... the creepiness/ corniness is taking over me.
My little sister... where do I start? I love her SO much. She is my babans. Now, my family is unusually close. We moved ten times before I was 20 years old. We needed each other. She has taken a path I just can't understand. Abusive boyfriends, drugs, jail, not really working etc... Now she is pregnant, and for that I am so happy... but.... she STILL isn't doing anything to make her life better. I hesitate to say anything to her because she is this fragile, sensitive thing who gets her feelings hurt so easily. It's amazing she has survived this long being related to me. I'm scared for her and how her life is going to turn out because she has NO idea how tough it is going to be taking care of that baby essentially alone. I'm waiting on pins and needles for the other foot to fall.... and fall it will.
And sissie, my Stefanie.... Found a gray hair today... and this my friends indicates to her she is past her prime. Isn't that ridiculous? If 17 years old and completely retarded about life is your prime then we are all flat ass screwed. Honestly.... If being gorgeous, brilliant, educated, driven, funny and knowing how to properly contract words is a bad thing my whole world just turned upside down. On the flip side I do not understand why all these perfectly amazing women... and it's not just her (cough, bobbi) waste their time STILL with useless men who don't deserve them. But that's a whole other blog.

Sooner rather than later---- KB