Did you know today was Flickr's 5th birthday?
I'll be.
My bad, Flickr. Happy birrfday!
Mood: Belated.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Happy Love Fest Week
I called and canceled something that was ordered for Valentine's Day. I halfway considered letting it go through to its destination just to save myself the phone call and then changed my mind. That was depressing.
"Yes, Hi, Merchant of The Love Store, I need to go ahead and cancel my pre-ordered gift of love. Yep, that one. No, no, ma'am, looks like my love won't be called for this year. Yada, yada, yada......Yes, ma'am, if I change my mind, I will call back."
Speaking of wonderful romance. If you have something to say to your Valentine and don't know how, then try one of these.
Mood: Blah
"Yes, Hi, Merchant of The Love Store, I need to go ahead and cancel my pre-ordered gift of love. Yep, that one. No, no, ma'am, looks like my love won't be called for this year. Yada, yada, yada......Yes, ma'am, if I change my mind, I will call back."
Speaking of wonderful romance. If you have something to say to your Valentine and don't know how, then try one of these.
Mood: Blah
Twenty Two
Today's wrap up:
I didn't get pulled over today. That is a good day for me.
A very special grandmother made her delicious tuna helper just for me. That was the sweetest thing ever.
So my dinner of a tuna fish sandwich, chips and a beer was almost the best meal ever. Why the heck am I drinking a beer? It's kinda yucky. Do these things get old? It's causing me to lose the lingering taste of my sandwich. Good bye beer.
My dog is outside my window, snoring. Loudly.
I'm tired.
I'm ready for you to rock me to sleep and sing me a sweet lullaby of how wonderful I am.
The title of 22 wasn't a mistake. It was my strange mystery for the day. You're welcome. Hang around and you'll get more strangeness from me.
Mood: Waiting.
I didn't get pulled over today. That is a good day for me.
A very special grandmother made her delicious tuna helper just for me. That was the sweetest thing ever.
So my dinner of a tuna fish sandwich, chips and a beer was almost the best meal ever. Why the heck am I drinking a beer? It's kinda yucky. Do these things get old? It's causing me to lose the lingering taste of my sandwich. Good bye beer.
My dog is outside my window, snoring. Loudly.
I'm tired.
I'm ready for you to rock me to sleep and sing me a sweet lullaby of how wonderful I am.
The title of 22 wasn't a mistake. It was my strange mystery for the day. You're welcome. Hang around and you'll get more strangeness from me.
Mood: Waiting.
Weight Update:
I refuse to discuss the 2 pounds that I put back on over the last week. I blame the diet commercial with the Hungry character. He’s just so cute!!
Nice Monday.
Monday's time sheets are done, I've got a grilled chicken wrap settling nicely in my belly, and I have five minutes left in my lunch half hour.
So....lucky you, you get to hear just a smidge bit from lil ole me.
I should be running lines in my head, but I'm scared to over rehearse. Is that really possible for a blonde like me?
This week is dress rehearsal week at the stage and I'm starting out this week on the tired, worn out side. (Note to self: get more rest on the weekends.)
I have family and friends confirming their required/requested/begged presence in the audience. I am excited. My grandparents are even stopping back by to see it. They came to see me in Curious Savage and requested show dates for my next appearance.
OK-now go to this website and decide which performance you are going to attend. If you are nice, I might even grace you with my autograph after the show. I'll use my fake-pregnant belly as a make-shift shelf just for grins.
Mood: Reminding.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Youtube entertainment.
You can find the song for a dollar minus a penny on the good old itunes.
Mood: I like different.
Complaint Department
Dear t-shirt selling website,
I would like to pronounce, for the record, that I am not too pleased with you right now. As I look over my shoulder at the cute little shirt I bought from you, I have a big problem with it....its TOO little. When you say woman's medium.... exactly what do you classify as medium? You have done the ultimate wrong to me.....you made me feel .......*Gasp*......fat!! And we all know I am .....*sigh*......not a ......*deep breath*.....a size.....LARGE!
I ordered the woman's medium and it fit my daughter. My ten year old daughter. Don't mind me....I was just hopping to feel good about myself by actually buying ME something to wear after losing ten pounds. Ten pounds!!
Adios, Mr. T-Shirt Selling Website,
See if I visit you again!!!
I would like to pronounce, for the record, that I am not too pleased with you right now. As I look over my shoulder at the cute little shirt I bought from you, I have a big problem with it....its TOO little. When you say woman's medium.... exactly what do you classify as medium? You have done the ultimate wrong to me.....you made me feel .......*Gasp*......fat!! And we all know I am .....*sigh*......not a ......*deep breath*.....a size.....LARGE!
I ordered the woman's medium and it fit my daughter. My ten year old daughter. Don't mind me....I was just hopping to feel good about myself by actually buying ME something to wear after losing ten pounds. Ten pounds!!
Adios, Mr. T-Shirt Selling Website,
See if I visit you again!!!
Mood: Bloated, maybe?
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Oh. No. Dog in sickly ways.
Both dogs were tested for heartworms out of routine. We have never done this before but the vet strongly recommended this after the last visit.
Benji has tested positive. Izzy negative. Izzy has been prescribed heartworm prevention, but Benji is currently waiting on more blood work to be sent to a lab in California. Then its suggested for him to undergo treatment and will stay at the vet for a week. I understand the treatment is very rough on the dog. I'm not sure I could put him through that.
The vet might have said a dollar figure out loud that infected my heart. I didn't argue because I had little girl tears traveling down sad faces beside me. There's still good reason to be optimistic over this, but there's no telling how bad this is since he's not been tested before.
If you have a dog....GO get it tested. Now! Read no further....leave me and call your local friendly vet.
Not good. I don't deal with broken hearts very well.....especially of my children.
Mood: Feeling Pain.
Benji has tested positive. Izzy negative. Izzy has been prescribed heartworm prevention, but Benji is currently waiting on more blood work to be sent to a lab in California. Then its suggested for him to undergo treatment and will stay at the vet for a week. I understand the treatment is very rough on the dog. I'm not sure I could put him through that.
The vet might have said a dollar figure out loud that infected my heart. I didn't argue because I had little girl tears traveling down sad faces beside me. There's still good reason to be optimistic over this, but there's no telling how bad this is since he's not been tested before.
If you have a dog....GO get it tested. Now! Read no further....leave me and call your local friendly vet.
Not good. I don't deal with broken hearts very well.....especially of my children.
Mood: Feeling Pain.
Busy day.
-Dogs to vet for heartworm tests.
-Costume search and resewing fake pregnant belly.
-Lines, lines, lines.
-Birthday party for kids to go to.
-I'm working a jog in there somewhere. Maybe.
-And tonight......we wine with cards. Yum!!!
-Until then.....check out my twitter. I'm gonna post a pic of my new t-shirt.
Mood: Busy.
-Costume search and resewing fake pregnant belly.
-Lines, lines, lines.
-Birthday party for kids to go to.
-I'm working a jog in there somewhere. Maybe.
-And tonight......we wine with cards. Yum!!!
-Until then.....check out my twitter. I'm gonna post a pic of my new t-shirt.
Mood: Busy.
Babies, babies....
I got a text message from a friend stating they gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
Five minutes later I got another text from another friend asking for prayer for a pregnant mom not able to hear a heartbeat.
What a happy scary world we live in.
Mood: Sweet and Sour.
Five minutes later I got another text from another friend asking for prayer for a pregnant mom not able to hear a heartbeat.
What a happy scary world we live in.
Mood: Sweet and Sour.
David After Dentist
Funny Video. Kid goes to dentist to get teeth pulled, doc gives him drugs and dad films.
Mood: Giggling.
“good person respects all weman”
This is a real dating profile:
"The feature that captures my attention is my Face I am always told how hansom I am that I take a good picture
On our dream date, my match and I would we would go out to diner go window shopping and then grab a cup of coffee
if during the day we would grab milkshakes and go to the cuntry in are personal time after getting to know her ferst and sertanly her to know me I would have her pose nude for me nothing vaulger I feal all women are beauty full and should be respected and also somtime watch a good movie at my place
My closest friends describe me as being a good persion kind loving very polite allways thinking of others hansom loving animals would stand up for them if the time was right that I make them smile and laugh give knolage and allways be their for them and that all women should be treeted well that their place is not in the kitchen
If I could live anywhere it would Colorado because of the mountains and snow pine trees the sent in the air and hikeing"
Wow, and to think I thought I would never find love again. Excuse me, I must go write a reply to this guy. After we do non-"vaulger" nude photography, I wonder what kind of movie he had in mind....
Mood: Amused
"The feature that captures my attention is my Face I am always told how hansom I am that I take a good picture
On our dream date, my match and I would we would go out to diner go window shopping and then grab a cup of coffee
if during the day we would grab milkshakes and go to the cuntry in are personal time after getting to know her ferst and sertanly her to know me I would have her pose nude for me nothing vaulger I feal all women are beauty full and should be respected and also somtime watch a good movie at my place
My closest friends describe me as being a good persion kind loving very polite allways thinking of others hansom loving animals would stand up for them if the time was right that I make them smile and laugh give knolage and allways be their for them and that all women should be treeted well that their place is not in the kitchen
If I could live anywhere it would Colorado because of the mountains and snow pine trees the sent in the air and hikeing"
Wow, and to think I thought I would never find love again. Excuse me, I must go write a reply to this guy. After we do non-"vaulger" nude photography, I wonder what kind of movie he had in mind....
Mood: Amused
Friday, February 6, 2009
Peek a Boo!
Miss me today?
Well, of course you did! That's why I am .....The Great Kbuggie!
After a long, hard day in the factory, working my delicate little fingers to the bone, I went out for the night. I know, I know, you're sitting there wondering where was kbuggie?
My little girls, Mother and I went out to see a play nearby in Weatherford. The Theatre Off The Square was opening Harvey. It was well worth the trip over and the girls loved it. The younger one fell asleep towards the end and missed seeing Harvey....the pooka!!
In one scene, someone looks up the definition of a pooka in the encylopedia. My ten year old later described her favorite scene in the play when "the nurse guy looked up pooka in the wikipedia." She made me laugh.
Mood: Enjoyable.
Well, of course you did! That's why I am .....The Great Kbuggie!
After a long, hard day in the factory, working my delicate little fingers to the bone, I went out for the night. I know, I know, you're sitting there wondering where was kbuggie?
My little girls, Mother and I went out to see a play nearby in Weatherford. The Theatre Off The Square was opening Harvey. It was well worth the trip over and the girls loved it. The younger one fell asleep towards the end and missed seeing Harvey....the pooka!!
In one scene, someone looks up the definition of a pooka in the encylopedia. My ten year old later described her favorite scene in the play when "the nurse guy looked up pooka in the wikipedia." She made me laugh.
Mood: Enjoyable.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
More me from the past....
I am gracing you with two pics:
The first one is me at the young age of five....awww...how cute was I? Yes, I agree, very.
The second is me on the ambulance ten years ago at an elementary school teaching kids about 911. I miss those days.
Mood: Reverting back.
Words
Stay with me......I've had an occasion twice this week where one area of my life that is completely separate and different than another area of my life has had one word appear on both sides.
The first one was in regards to a podcast I listen to and something that was said on a recent one. A co-worker sent an email and she mentioned a word that was used in the podcast, and her email was kind of out of the blue. I stopped, thought of a careful reply and yep, she replied back...I think she's a member of the same crowd. I'm waiting for further instructions on that one. Weird, but interesting. I know you're sitting there and just muttered the words, "What the heck are you talking about, kbuggie." But if you knew the podcast aannd this co-worker you would totally understand.
The second instance had me a little concerned. I had an IM between myself and someone else that was just freestyle writing we came up with. I was so excited with this story line and how spontaneous everything was that I spent most of it on the edge of my seat. It was so great it should be published.
Two days later, I get an email at work from another coworker and he used an uncommon word in his email. Gasp. Confusion...panic....is there any way...nahhh.....
But on days like these I feel paranoid that I'm living in a staged world like The Truman Show with Jim Carey and there's always some character from the outside trying to give me a hint that this is all made up. (Which is reason #103 on why I think the world does revolve around me.)
The first one was in regards to a podcast I listen to and something that was said on a recent one. A co-worker sent an email and she mentioned a word that was used in the podcast, and her email was kind of out of the blue. I stopped, thought of a careful reply and yep, she replied back...I think she's a member of the same crowd. I'm waiting for further instructions on that one. Weird, but interesting. I know you're sitting there and just muttered the words, "What the heck are you talking about, kbuggie." But if you knew the podcast aannd this co-worker you would totally understand.
The second instance had me a little concerned. I had an IM between myself and someone else that was just freestyle writing we came up with. I was so excited with this story line and how spontaneous everything was that I spent most of it on the edge of my seat. It was so great it should be published.
Two days later, I get an email at work from another coworker and he used an uncommon word in his email. Gasp. Confusion...panic....is there any way...nahhh.....
But on days like these I feel paranoid that I'm living in a staged world like The Truman Show with Jim Carey and there's always some character from the outside trying to give me a hint that this is all made up. (Which is reason #103 on why I think the world does revolve around me.)
Mood: Suspicious.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Disappointment
I know you have been waiting patiently and eagerly for me to arrive home and post many posts, but I'm sleepy. I also have lines to read that I totally missed tonight, and I'm out of clean socks.
Sorry, I now realize you could have done without the mentioning of the sock. No wonder I'm single.
Night!
Mood: Needy.
Sorry, I now realize you could have done without the mentioning of the sock. No wonder I'm single.
Night!
Mood: Needy.
Bad Start
Kbuggie is not in a good mood today.
My supplier of my sweet addicting power drink is having problems with their credit card machine today and their ATM machine is done. Since I don’t carry cash and didn’t leave enough time for a catastrophe such as this……I’m without my power drink until at least 11:30am.
I also ran off and left my lunch at home.
Mood: Longing
Tech Week
Just to remind you, we still have two more crazy, stressful rehearsals at the theater this week.
We open next weekend--Valentine's Day Weekend.
In your world, that translates into slow reading of your favorite subject: me.
Watch my twitter and twitpic....and I'll give ya a little excitement here and there.
In fact, go be a "follower" of me on twitter.
Come on, be a good stalker....its not that hard. (You might even like twitter enough and become addicted!)
Mood: Tempting
We open next weekend--Valentine's Day Weekend.
In your world, that translates into slow reading of your favorite subject: me.
Watch my twitter and twitpic....and I'll give ya a little excitement here and there.
In fact, go be a "follower" of me on twitter.
Come on, be a good stalker....its not that hard. (You might even like twitter enough and become addicted!)
Mood: Tempting
Disturbing Thought
I just realized while counting and doing math in my head....
1.) The pic below was half my life ago.
2.) My older daughter is four and half years away from that age.
3.) I'm feeling not as young as I was.....well half my life ago!
Mood: Uneven
1.) The pic below was half my life ago.
2.) My older daughter is four and half years away from that age.
3.) I'm feeling not as young as I was.....well half my life ago!
Mood: Uneven
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