Ready or not..here it comes! (Again)
It's New Year's Eve..and here I sit. No, its not a bad thing. This is where I wanted to be on New Year's Eve. I long ago gave up the desire to get dressed up and ring in the New Year amongst strangers, drunk people and the possibility of getting car jacked on my way home.

Or getting caught with a stray bullet that Bubba just had to fire off since it's good luck to fire off a round or 12 at the stroke of midnight. Yeah, buddy!

I completed my goals for 2004. Since you asked so nicely, I'm going to post them here. maybe some of you out there in blogland would like to keep me accountable?

Goals for 2004

1. Find an agent or traditional publisher for Moments of Clarity - since my publisher doesn't see the need to convert my ebook into a print book, I have to find one who will. Those of you who would like to complain, her email is synergebooks@aol.com

2. Get a minimum of 15 personal essays published in paying print and
online markets

3. Get a minimum of 10 business-related articles published in print or
online magazines.

4. Get a minimum of 10 writing-related articles published in paying
markets.

5. Keep TheClassicQuill.com, KAFrancis.com, and my blog updated

6. Finish the outline for a novel I'm working on and complete the first
draft.

7. Find an agent or traditional publisher for "Three Wishes".

8. Get my byline in Business 2.0 and Entrepreneur magazines

9. Write the sequel to "Three Wishes"

10. Be completely self-employed by the end of 2004. Now that hubby is
employed again, I can attempt this goal once more. I've achieved it
before.

11. Keep my groups hopping.

12. Other miscellaneous goals that are more personal in nature, but
career-related as well.

There they are, in all their glory. I made six of my ten goals from last year. Here's hoping I can do as well, if not better, this year.

Those of you who were wondering...
About my Christmas, it was a good one. I got a bunch of stuff, many of the things were cow related...including a cow comforter from one of my secret friends (Hi Nikki!). She also got me Snoopy's Guide to the Writing Life, a book I've wanted since it was released. ZMy other secret friend (Hiya Theresa) got me a cute stuffed cow, a candle, a few other items that other family members have walked away with, and a book called The Boy Next Door, which is proving to be hilarious. All in all, it was a good Christmas. I also had three wonderful women that I played secret friend to, (waving to Jennifer, Sheri and Heather) and I had a blast playing my persona, Comet Claus. It was a fun holiday season and I am glad I was able to participate as much as I did.

Okay, that's it. I was going to muse a bit about what 2003 has taught me, wax poetic about one year ending and another beginning, and say something inspiring about using time to our advantage....but decided against it cuz I'm really not in the mood. Y'all don't need me to tell you all that anyway. You know what life is like. My only wish is that you live it to the best of your ability and enjoy as much of it as you can.

Happy New Year y'all! See ya in '04!
- posted by Kim @ 9:50 PM

 
Ready or not..here it comes!
Presents wrapped
Food bought
Cookies baked (and 2/3rds eaten)
Candy made (see "()" above)
Snacks ready! (touch my shrimp and you'll be sorry!)
Drinks cold and hot (appropriately, of course)
Family invited
Dog drugged (they *do* make ritalin for animals!)
Camera loaded and has fresh batteries (it's such a shame I don't show up on film!)
Insanity creeping in
Let's get ready to do Christmas!

Notice I didn't mention the house was clean. I gave up on that dream a long time ago. I have a path, and things are stacked in neat piles..I even threw some tinsel on some of the larger stacks...the house has never looked more festive!

I hope everyone has a wonderful and Joyous Christmas! See ya after the festivities!
- posted by Kim @ 2:58 AM

 
Another for the Taylor funny archives
We're watching tv...and a commercial for Johnny Cash' LP comes on. So, the commercial is playing parts of songs in the LP, and his remake of "Redemption Song" comes on. Taylor cocks her head to the side and says, ""Redemption Song"-- that's a Bob Marley tune.

She says this as if she has just enlightened me. As if I have no idea who Bob Marley is. As if the Marley CD's that she hijacked came from the good music fairy and not from my music collection. So I nod my agreement and add that several people have done remakes of the song.

"Oh, I know that. Johnny Cash's version seems pretty cool, and Jackson Browne's has a certain resonance, but I prefer the authentic forlorn quality that Marley's version offers."

Huh? Come again? Resonance? Authentic forlorn quality? Where did this kid come from? When I was 11, my ability to critique a song consisted of "I love it" and "I hate it". She boggles my mind.

Just had to share that. :-)
- posted by Kim @ 4:35 AM

 
My weekend in three words or less
Expensive, expensive, expensive.

Did I mention that it was expensive? LOL

I pretty much finished up my Christmas shopping. Hubby is all done except for one present and his little gift. The kid is almost all done except for her stocking stuffers. Hubby still needs to shop for me, so I get a feeling we will be making a trip to that mall again tomorrow. He can shop, and Taylor and I can sit in the coffee shop and write in our notebooks. Well, she has a book report that she's working on, and I will work on my goals for 2004. Usually I have them completed by now, but I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to work on them.

I also sent off the packages to my Secret Friends. I don't think I've mentioned it before, but I have three secret friend...all three are great ladies that I hope to get to know better once the secret is out. They have been great fun and I hope they like their gifts. I put quite a bit of thought and work into them.

Hum..what else do I need to talk abuot? Nothing really. I just wanted to post something. I made a pot roast for dinner tonight...it was yummy.

Well, I'm going to end this post and start another one. Why? Why not! :-)
- posted by Kim @ 4:24 AM

 
Leaky BA is gone..:-(
Yahoo!

For most of you on the planet, this site/man will mean nothing to you. But for those of us in the Ohio Valley, Kenny Willimason's passing was a sad event. If you visit the site above, you'll be able to see some of his commercials...which were bizarre, quirky and downright hysterical...local commercial genius at its best.

Now, a bit about the man. Not only did he have a thriving business, but he had a heart of gold. If an elderly person needed their basement waterproofed or their footers were cracked and in need of repair, he would fix it, either at cost or for free. I know of several families who fell on hard times...be it layoffs, fire or flood, he came to their rescue, buying appliances or offering his services, again sometimes for free. He was a man who believed in giving back to the community that had given to him.

Kenny, you will be missed. Television and the world will not be the same without you. God speed Kenny.
- posted by Kim @ 12:48 AM

 
So, exactly how many rings does hell have again?
Ya know, after the week I had, Hell looks like a dream vacation. Well, parts of it anyway. The week, not hell. Lemme explain.

Monday
Ran errands. Bought shoes for Taylor. Shopped for Christmas gifts..found nothing. Shuttled Taylor to a Holiday performance. Sat in the back with all the other stage moms. Felt like an idiot...should have told her to smile more or do her "special" solo, or threatened to make her walk home in the freezing rain if she screwed up. See, if I would have done THAT, then I would have fit in with the other nazi-moms that were there. Good thing I'm a nonconformist...at least when Taylor enters therapy as an adult, it won't be because of how I acted at her performances. When Taylor finished, I gave her a hug...and noticed she had a temperature.

Bowels of Hell - 1st Rung: fever and "mom-I-don't-feel-too-good!"

Tuesday
Taylor's fever seemed to disappear after an hour or so, so she convinced me to let her go to school. She had another performance at school, plus the big winter concert that evening. Since she had been practicing for three months for these performances, I reneiged and let her go. She made it through school, but I noticed that she was congested when she came home. I made Chicken stew and biscuits for dinner (figured it couldn't hurt to get some chicken soup down her...) and then we went to her Christmas concert.

Okay, this is going to sound mean, but, hey..my blog, I can say what I want. I forgot how absolutely awful new musicians are. You know, the kids who have only been playing their instruments for a few months and then they are thrust into the limelight and forced to "entertain" a big room of adults. Between the nerves and their inexperience, it makes for a painful experience for all. But at least they are look absolutely adorable all dressed up, and you have to applaud their courage to get up there and perform. And for the record, I sat through many "first performances" with Taylor...so I walked through that fire...and am proud to say I still have my eyebrows. Taylor's groups (band and choir) were great. After the performance, I gave Taylor a hug...and realized she had a major fever going on to accompany the sniffles and sore throat.

Bowels of Hell - Second Rung: "God Mom, I hate the taste of that stuff! Do-you-have-to-take-my-temperature-again?"

Wednesday
Taylor stayed home from school. I spent my hours before work filling juice glasses, administering medicine, taking temperatures, and piling on blankets and then removing them. But she was better than her dad -- at least she could operate the remote control.
Went to work..nothing new going on..wonders of wonders. Had a feeling that things were about to change. Lou didn't want to babysit...someone really needs to remind him that when you are watching your own kid it is not babysitting, it's called PARENTING! When will that man get a clue? Forget I asked that.

Bowels of Hell - 4th Rung "But does it come in black?"

Thursday
Got a call from Lowes. The stove I had picked out and paid for was on backorder and would not be available til January. I could either wait til it came in, or I could pick out another stove and if need be, they would refund the balance. So-of-a-bitch! Do these people know how long I looked for the perfect stove? I took notes...I had post-its! I had a CHART!!!! But there was NO WAY I was going to wait til January to get a stove, so I settled on the model just below the one I originally picked out. Of course (because this is MY life we're talking about!) it didn't come in black. Heaven forbid I get exactly what I want. Can't have that. It could have been worse, my other choice only came in pueuce. Bleh.

Taylor had begged me to let her go to school. She had a test and didn't want to go through the hassle of making it up. So she went. Meanwhile, I called off work to take care of "Appliance Crisis 2003". When we picked Taylor up from school, she lambasted me for not picking her up earlier. Now, if I would have insisted that she stay home to begin with, there would have been no need for me to pick her up early...but I was "mean mommy" for trying to make her stay home. I can't win. Fortunately, her fever wasn't back, but she was more congested...so we had to make a pit stop at Rite Aid for more Robitussin. (see God Mom, I hate the taste of that stuff!) Now, let's tally the score: sick kid, lost wages, different stove than I wanted and PMS. Oh yeah, good day...good good day!

*sigh* I'll finish the update of my week later. I'm getting a headache just thinking about it.
- posted by Kim @ 2:37 AM

 
And so it begins...
For the next two weeks, Taylor has a performance of some kind or another. Tonight was a band concert for the Lions Club. Tomorrow, the Home for Men and her school's Winter Concert. Then there are two more parades, three more concerts, caroling in three different neighborhoods and parties, dances, and other miscellaneous festive activities.

I don't know about her, but I'm exhausted thinking about it all.

When Taylor first signed up for chorus and band, it didn't seem like a big deal. Well, the fifty bucks per outfit per activity was a big deal, but I didn't realize she would be this busy come the holiday season. It's sad when your 11 year old's day planner has more activity in it then yours, her dad's, the pets, and Hong Kong combined. Oh and she's in a jazz dance class as well, but other than a few parades, they have been kinda quiet. Their busy season will begin in the Spring...just as the chorus and band activities start up again. *sigh*

I don't know how parents with two or more kids handle it all. I'm insane with just Taylor's activities. And this is a lessened schedule than she has had in the past. She quit Girl Scouts cuz she didn't feel they were "giving back to the community enough". I quote, "if I want to sit in a circle, sing songs, paint my nails and make potholders, I'll have a slumber party and invite people I give a crap about."

Ya know, Taylor really needs to quit holding back her feelings and start telling me how she really feels. She also quit gymnastics "all that flipping and tumbling was getting on my nerves!", county chorus "we sang some pretty stupid songs last year. No need to repeat the process!", and ballet "I came to the conclusion that me and that bar were never going to be friends!". And before you ask, yes, those are exact quotes. Taylor is weird...but funny as hell.

So, now I'm looking at her day planner and hoping that she'll get bored with some of her other activities. Then again, as much as I paid for the uniforms, I'll just suffer through.

One more funny from Taylor..completely unrelated to the above, but funny nonetheless. As I write this she is lying on the couch, fighting off what I think is the case of the flu. She just said to me, "when you go to bed, I trust you will kindly point me in the direction of my room."

"Uh..yeah," I replied. Yes, I know, I have quite the command of the english language. But I had to reach to come up with that reply. She boggles my mind, she truly does.

I just hope she learns to use that "sense" of humor for good and not evil. The jury is still out on that one.

sh
- posted by Kim @ 1:32 AM

 
Well, as promised I did some shopping today...
but didn't buy any presents. It's hard to shop for the kid when the kid is with you.

I had a plan. I was going to get up early and sneak out of the house before anyone woke up. It was going to be great. I would get some coffee at Burger King and head for the mall, do some shopping and pick up some groceries. I would have it all done and be back home by 2pm.

So much for plans. You know the saying: "the best laid plans..."

I got up early enough. I got dressed and was about to head out the door when the husband came downstairs.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled.

"The kitchen is that way," I jerked my thumb toward the kitchen door.

"You know I don't cook. Even you said I burn water."

This was true enough. Frozen pizza is enough to give the man a migraine. I don't think he even knows where the pans are.

"I suppose you want me to fix you something before I leave, and I suppose leftovers from dinner won't cut it for breakfast."

"Uh, you didn't cook last night remember?"

Dammit! He was right. I didn't cook the night before. But in my defense, it was HIS fault. I was all set to throw some steaks on the indoor grill, but since he wasn't home when I got there, and I know how much he hates warmed up steak, I held off. By the time he strolled in the house at 10pm, dinner plans had changed from a steak dinner to a bowl of Cocca Krispies and a Granny Smith apple.

"Well have what I had last night," I replied.

"You had cereal!"

"Well it would have been steak if you would have bothered to come home at a decent hour."

"Well, how was I suppose to know what you were planning?"

"Ever heard of a telephone?"

"I was busy!"

"That's your problem! If you can't call and tell me when you are comng home, then you can figure out something for dinner on your own."

"Man, you're a witch!"

"And you're a moron!"

"Nag!"

"Idiot!"

Can't you just feel the love? You can cut it like a knife.

Anyway, in the middle of the fight, Taylor stumbled into the living room.

"Morning," she mumbled and flopped herself onto the couch.

"Morning," we both replied still glaring at each other.

"Are you going to cook breakfast?"

"Are you going to admit its your own fault you didn't get dinner last night?"

"Nope."

"Starve!" I headed for the door.

"Mom, where are you going?"

Dammit! I was so close!

"I've gotta run some errands, do some shopping stuff like that."

"Can I go with you?" Oh wait, I made that sound like a question. It wasn't. "I'm going with you," was what she actually said.

I could have said no. I could have laid down the law and announced that I was her mother and I decided when and if she went with me when I left the house. But my mental faculties were a bit dulled from the previous argument with the bigger kid and I didn't have another fight (which would have been peppered with "but mommy"'s and "I only want to spend some time with you!"s) in me. So I relented.

"Hurry up and get dressed. I'm late already."

"Don't suppose you can wait for me to get something to eat first."

*sigh* It was official. There was no way I could win this one. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my husband smirking. He knew that if I fixed breakfast for Taylor, then he would get food by default. But he forgot one thing: Taylor can cook.

"Sure. Go ahead and fix yourself something. I'll wait for you."

Lou's smirk quickly turned into a frown, and I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him.

"That was dirty," he replied.

"Don't mess with the master."
- posted by Kim @ 1:12 AM

 
Well I was GOING to do some Christmas shopping today, BUT...
I failed miserably. No matter how I tried I just couldn't get in the mood to fight through a throng of other shoppers to find a Limbo Elmo or a Bratz doll that wasn't Chole.

So I went to my favorite coffee shop and drank a large mocha latte instead. I took along the little notebook and blue Pilot pen that my SF sent me today...how she knew I loved those pens, I'll never know, but I was really stoked to get not only a blue pen, but a black and red one too. Along with the little notebook and aforementioned pens, she also gave me a really cool card and some yummy..Yummy YUMMY peppermint Life Savers that I had to hide from my daughter and her friends.

As I was sipping my latte, I did some people watching. You never appreciate being a normal person (quit laughing, I am normal...my therapist says so!) til you have seen other people that obviously aren't.

Lemme explain.

In the 45 minutes that I spent people watching, I saw three teens with mohawks, one 20-something with so many piercings that it was hard to tell where the piercings ended and her actual skin began, a man who was advertising his tattoo business as a walking billboard, several women muttering to themselves (in their defense they were probably Christmas shopping for a husband who keeps changing his mind about what he wants "Santa" to bring him...not that I would know anything about that!) and about 10 men with desperately bored expressions carrying shopping bags in one hand, and a purse in the other. One of the men stopped and I believed contemplated suicide via the decorative mall fountain, but changed his mind when he realized that first, there wasn't enough water in the fountain to get his clothes wet let alone drown without rendering himself unconscious and falling face first into the water, and second his wife (I assume it was his wife) was watching him like a hawk. Or, more likely, she was watching her purse.

Suddenly, shopping didn't seem like such a bad idea. But by then it was getting late and I needed to track down Taylor. So tomorrow I'm going to shop FOR REAL. As I walk past the coffee shop mumbling to myself, covered with fake tatoos and temporary piercings, with my husband trailing behind miserably, perhaps I will give others the will to continue their shopping. I see it as my way of paying it forward. It never hurts to help. :-)

- posted by Kim @ 3:44 AM

 
Oh sure! I decide to take the month off from writing...
And suddenly I am filled with article and story ideas. Figures!

But I am going to stick with my decision and NOT write this month. Yeah, I know, blogging counts as writing, but I really view this blog as my journal, so I don't think it really counts.

Let me have my illusions, will you?

Today was one of those days that, no matter how well planned out it may be, life has different ideas for you.

I played hooky from work today cuz there was stuff Lou and I needed to do once I picked up my paycheck. We had errands to run, people to visit, things to buy...

The only thing I accomplished today was not going to work...and somehow I've also got three preteen girls giggling and bubbling over in my house. Taylor asked if two of her friends could spend the night. For some reason, I agreed.

Okay, I'm lying. I know why I agreed: Taylor is an only so having another kid (or two) around the house doesn't phase me. It helps that her friends are pretty funny and well-behaved. Right now, all three are up in Taylor's room messing around with all of our musical instruments. Yes, we have LOTS of them..three acoustic guitars, three electric guitars, drum set, saxophone, clarinet, flute, piano, organ, electronic keyboard..there are more but I can't think of them right now. When your husband is a musician, you are a recovering musician and your kid takes lessons you tend to collect them like dryers collect socks.

Anyway...I was going somewhere with all this...oh yeah, writing and not getting anything done today. Yes, they ARE related.

Lou and I didn't get anything done because the weather decided not to cooperate. It started snowing around 2 this afternoon and hasn't stopped. We wanted to go to a town about 30 miles from here to do some computer shopping and visit a friend, but didn't want to get stuck driving in ugly weather, so we cut our plans short and picked up Taylor after school. That's when Taylor hit me up for permission for two of her friends to spend the night.

For the record, another reason I agreed to the mini-slumber party was that I am taking Taylor, the two friends that are here and a third friend to the mall tomorrow afternoon so they can do some Christmas shopping. While they traipse all over the mall, I'm going to sit in the coffee shop, drink several gigantic mocha lattes, have some biscotti and...crap! I'm not writing this month! UGH...well, maybe I'll jot some notes...very detailed notes...
- posted by Kim @ 10:54 PM

 
You would think that after almost a year of blogging...
I would have turned the title bar on sooner. Oh well, better late than never.

Today was pretty uneventful. Except that Lou got two large boxes of his mother's personal possessions today. They are sitting in the corner where the Christmas tree will be. I think he's afraid to look through the boxes. In his mind, I think that as long as those boxes stay closed, then he can avoid accepting that his mom is gone. I don't know how to fight that kind of logic...so I don't try. I simply told him that when he was ready to open the boxes I would be there for him. Not much else I can do.

Other than that, it was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, ordered pizza, ate it, talked to Lou and Taylor for a bit and then sat down in front of my computer.

Oh yeah, something else happened: Lou announced that I needed a new computer...yesterday. This is not a drill.

Desdemona is almost 7 years old. When I got her, she was top of the line...now she is a relic. But she has always been a reliable relic. Til recently. Lately she keeps losing time, can't run more than two things at a time (one of those things being Windows!) and she is making this strange whirring/buzzing/spinning sound. Lou had never noticed it before, of course he hates Desdie so he steers clear of her unless I ask him to help me.

Well today Desdie was whirring/buzzing/spinning so loudly she was drowning out the tv, which in this house is a feat cuz Lou is practically deaf.

"Why is your computer making so much noise?" he asked me.

"I don't know. She's been making this noise for awhile. I told you about it before."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't, but that is not a healthy sound. There's something wrong with it."

"Her," I corrected. In the almost seven years I have had Desdemona, he has yet to refer to her by her proper gender or name. It bugs me.

"There something wrong with HER," he responded. "Move and I'll take a look at it."

I glared at him.

He sighed "Her...I'll take a look at her. Are you satisfied?"

"Look, if you don't respect Desdie, then you don't respect me. If you don't respect me, then I don't respect you. If I don't respect you then you don't eat, clean clothes will be a distant memory and that bed is going to be pretty lonely."

"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic?"

"It all rolls downhill baby."

"Get up," and he unceremoniously kicked me out of my chair.

The dx: Desdie has a dying power supply and a failing bios. It's only a matter of time now. her A drive quit working months ago, the keyboard port is held in place with gummy stuff (the stuff you hang posters with) and the CD-ROM works only when it wants to. It's time for a new computer, but I feel like I am losing a good friend. I actually bought a new one about a year ago, but hated it so I sent it back. This time though, I'll have to keep it. Oh well, at least I know what her name will be: Dulcinea.

Okay, so that's all that happened today. Wait...no..really that's it. But wasn't that enough?
- posted by Kim @ 2:59 AM

 
I ordered my new stove today. It's sweet. It's everything I wanted, except that the oven is a tidge smaller than what I wanted, but since the oven element is recessed into the bottom of the oven, I should regain that space. It should be here a week from this Saturday...just in time for me to do my Holiday baking.

I'm getting a new stove..I'm getting a new stove! **doing Snoopy's Happy Dance**

As I wandered around Lowe's...my eyes glowing and drool fighting to escape from the corner of my mouth, Lou sook his head and mumbled, "Looks like I need to find you a new 12-step program." I ignored him and asked the sales clerk that was helping us if the Frigidaire came in black.

For those of you that don't know, I am a card carrying member of SEKA Anonymous. SEKA - small electronic kitchen appliance. If it slices, dices, juiliennes, bakes, boils, broils, toasts or simmers...I've got it. Hell, I probably have three. I am addicted to kitchen gadgets. The people in the small appliance dept. at WalMart smile when they see me enter the store. At Kitchen Collection, my husband posted a picture of me with a caption that says:
"I am no longer responsible for any purchases this woman makes. For the love of God, don't sell her anything..she already has it. I have the VISA bill to prove it!"

Smart alleck.

Now, an oven is not a SEKA. As a matter of fact, an oven is a necessity. How could I bake a turkey without an oven? Well, I could put it in my rotisserie or free standing roaster that's never been out of the box, but that's not the point. Can't bake pork chops without an oven. I'd have to grill them on my grill or fry them on my full size griddle. But again, that's not the point. What about frozen pizza? Wait...I have a pizza baker...

Hum..maybe I DO have a problem and don't need a new oven after all...

NAH!

Wait..I've GOT one! I can't bake pies withtout an oven! Yeah, that's it! That's what I am going with. I just spent several several hundred dollars on an appliance so that I can bake pies!

Works for me. :-)
- posted by Kim @ 2:15 AM

 
When I mentioned that we were having Thanksgiving pizza instead of turkey and all the trimmings, some people were appalled. (I had mentioned this to other people before Thanksgiving in case those of you reading this blog are confused, a condition that I seem to spread anytime I open my mouth or my fingers touch my keyboard). One of my friends emailed me and, knowing that I love to cook, asked if I wouldn't miss preparing the big meal.

My answer was short and to the point: Hell No!

Now, its true, I do love to cook. It's one of my passions in life. But big holiday dinners drive me insane....mainly because if I am cooking a big holiday meal, then it normally means I will be eating said holiday meal with my family. And anytime I have to spend time with my family...well..let's not go there. LOL

But those aren't the only reasons I didn't miss cooking on the big day.

Did I miss getting up at 5am to stick my hand someplace it didn't really want to be? Nope!

Did I miss using every pot I own, borrowing 10 from my mom, and one from the next door neighbor? No way!

Did I miss making that last minute lad dash to the store because although I had been there six times in the past two days I still managed to forget the rolls and cranberry sauce? No!

Did I miss toasting 5 loaves of bread, chopping up a bumper crop of celery and onions and again sticking my hands into something I would rather not touch? Nuh uh.

Was I upset that for once dinner cleanup took 15 minutes instead of the traditional 3 days? **shaking head vehemently**

Did I miss the applause, accolades and praise I always get for my feast preparation? Well maybe a little. But I did get thanks that the pizza was still hot...and I was complimented on my ability to place a take-out order.

Will I cook next year? You betcha!
- posted by Kim @ 1:59 AM

 
My daughter is 11. I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. Know what she told me?

PS2, DVD's a couple of Bratz dolls and Limbo Elmo.

Limbo Elmo? My 11 year old is reverting back to her toddler days...and apparently so are her friends. They all asked for Limbo, Tickle Me and Hokey Pokey Elmos as well.

Weird.

I think it's a bizarre request, but hey, its her gift. Then again, I am the one one who got a Talking Eeyore for Christmas two years ago. I refer to him as my "Executive Decision Maker":

"Hi Eeyore, got a minute for a question?"

"Go ahead, ask a question, if you want."

"Thanks..I'll be brief. Eeyore, should I submit a query to Entrepreneur magazine?"

"If I were you, I would..but since I'm me, I wouldn't."

"Great advice Eeyore! Thanks!"

"If its not too much trouble, can I get a hug?"

"Of course you can Eeyore!"

I think that was the same year I got Lincoln Logs...the BIG tin..I played with those things for weeks...til I built the perfect fort. It now graces the top shelf of my free-hanging shelves in my living room. I took pictures and everything.

Okay, so maybe Taylor wanting Limbo Elmo isn't that far-fetched. Must be the Peter Pan gene. I really hoped it would skip a generation...no such luck.


- posted by Kim @ 1:47 AM

 
I won't mention that I am the world's worst blogger since I say that everytime I blog. Oops...I just said it. Oh well.

I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving. Mine was okay. Spent the first half of it with my parents, sister and brother-in-law. Then I went to work for a few hours. Then I came home and had the Thanksgiving pizza and buffalo wings. Since my stove is on the fritz I wasn't going to go through the hassle of figuring out how to fit a turkey into my rotisserie. All in all it was an uneventful day and for that, I am thankful! Now Christmas, that's a different ball of wax...but more about that later. I'm going to end this post and move on to another topic. I know, I could just continue it here...but I want to create the illusion that I post more often than I do. Yeah, I know it's cheating, but eh, whatever. :-)
- posted by Kim @ 1:37 AM