The purpose of my blog is to be a place where I can come and share the quirks, quips, and quotes of my daily life. That is what it is now and that is what it was when I started blogging.
It's a place where I thought my friends and family could come and "hang out" if you will and be entertained by my quirks, quips, and quotes.
I thought it was also a place for me to be silly and entertaining and to be entertained by my friends and loved ones.
I love the blogments and the karaoke updates. I love that even if I haven't been to visit my blog that my friends have seen fit to visit with each other in blogments and that my mom visits and prints out my stories for friends and co-workers and that Nemo prints out the karaoke updates for the friends that don't have computers.
I love knowing that we are all connected through my blog. I love reading them days, weeks, and months later. They are a sense of pride and joy to me.
I have been told that I have a way of bringing out the humor in a situation that isn't necessarily funny.
This is my forum. This is my therapy. This is my way of taking the big bad wolf out for a joy ride.
This is my way of staying connected with each and everyone of you so that if I don't have time for individual notes or emails or phone calls that you know why and you can share in my joys and my sorrows, my ups and downs.
My hope is that maybe you get a giggle out of how I phrased something, or something touches you because you can see it through my eyes and it evokes.
Please know that I care and this is why I blog. I send pictures of what is going on in my world so that you can see and enjoy and know that I wish you were here with me or that I was there with you.
There is a line from a TV show, "You should see what I see..." and that fits. I want you to be able to smell the flowers in my world. I need to be connected to the part of me that isn't me; my friends, my family, the strangers that like how I put words together on my computer screen.
A wise woman once told me that I only need to defend myself if I am in a court of law. I think of that often, because there are times when I am called upon to defend my actions to a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger when I am not in a court of law. I am not being compelled to defend by any sense of justice or law. Often I want an opportunity to say, that isn't what I mean, or tell them what I am thinking or what my motivation is so they know my thoughts, feelings, or emotions behind an action.
Often, this leads to debate, arguments, bickering, and other negative actions. I am not proud of my behavior in these instances. I will be 36 in four weeks and I still have a hard time not letting a defense turn into a offense. As another wise person once told me, "Just because someone throws offense, doesn't mean you need to take offense."
I do not usually blog about this kind of daily hoohah. There are many instances of it because I have many personalities and identities. I am a mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, and co-parent, and that's on a slow day. I try to blog as positive therapy, to get the taste of the moment right. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn't help.
I would hope that all of my family and friends know that if you have something to say to me, that I would appreciate you saying it to me either by phone, email, or in person. If you have a negative issue with me, I would hate to see my blogment area used to voice your displeasure with me and my behavior. If you have an issue you would like to discuss with me, please do so privately.
It humiliates and embarrasses to me to read negative things I believe should be discussed in private in my blogments. I am going to follow the wise woman's advice. I don't need to defend myself. I did nothing that I am ashamed of. I did nothing that broke a law. I did nothing that violated a trust. I did not in any way put myself in a position to be thought of any less than what I am.
I am and continue to be what I have been all along: Kimmy of the quirkie, quippie, quotie life. Kimmy: mother, friend, sister, daughter, partner, co-parent, zitch friend, ow!time pimp!, girl, woman, lover, productive, cook, chef, professional pancreas, taxi service, doctor, lawyer, indian chief, police, judge, jury, blogger.
Mr. & Mrs.
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girl is a complete mooshie pile of emotion tonight. my feelings are always close to the surface after Godspell. it's a very raw, vulnerable performance, so if you look at me funny afterward, i'll probably cry.
i'm feeling just overwhelmed with gratitude for my friends - people who have become so much a part of my life, i'm not sure how i managed the journey before they became a part of it. tonight, the beautiful Libby brought Mark and his daughter to the show. it's amazing how one small gesture, like supporting someone's "real life", can mean so much.
surprise, surprise - after tonight's performance, we converged on the Village Tap. i can't even begin to describe my elation when i walked in and Liz was there. (it doesn't begin to compare with my elation when i walked into my Lake Geneva home to a gift from Liz - a coffee maker! the gods are smiling on me today.) i haven't seen Liz since Christmas, and it was...is...wonderful to be in her presence again.
it was a night of pure joy. every smile on every face made me feel loved, cared for and nurtured. favorite moments include:
seeing Angel, back where she belongs, was a treat. i appreciate her more since she returned from Mexico, because i know what it's like now to really miss her.
hugging Dale, wishing i could put a stop to his hurting, and frankly wishing i could just lock him in a closet until his life mellows out.
finding Nemo, owner of the butt for which I long. and let me just say that, given means, motive and opportunity, i would very much like to bite his calves. seriously, have you seen those calves? Nemo and shorts...a match made in heaven.
but i digress...
spending more time with Libby tonight, understanding her sincere appreciation of Godspell, dancing to her music, and just being loved. she thoughtfully brought beautiful roses for Kelly and i. i'm getting spoiled! i'm going to have to buy myself flowers after the show is over!
spending an evening with my brother, like every Friday night...leaves me feeling grateful for family, no matter how you define it.
quivvering as Aimee sang Evanessence...not once, but twice. i'm not sure whether she does it because she loves me or hates me, but i love it and hate it when she sings it! (and yes, it still makes me want to have sweaty dirty sex that hurts the next day...dammit.)
Amber, looking beautiful after a performance of school's musical, which she directed. does that woman ever look bad?
getting better acquainted with Kate, a karaoke newbie. she's sweet, beautiful and fun. i told her tonight i thought she was just a beautiful person, and she told me i was like sunshine.
and i can't close this update without mentioning Kelly...the friend of the deepest part of my heart. she knows me better than damn near anyone, and loves me anyway.
that's what the whole night was like - little gifts of love in the comfort of a little bar in Wisconsin.
just another reason for kMimi to come home.
"Home" is such a bittersweet word.
You are not supposed to make me cry at karaoke updates!
I love and miss you all, too.
alas, this is not a karaoke update. it is, however, an update on several of the karaoke crowd, so bare with me (and yes, i would most appreciate it if you'd get naked) and i'll give you a little insight into the evening.
i'm at Godspell...our second-to-last show. John smells amazing (i'm old enough to be his much older sister, but that so does not mean he's not hot), the entire cast is in top form, and Nemo and Mrs. Nemo are in the audience! a little warning would have been nice, but talking with Lana during half-time was sufficient. i can't help it...i'm always a bit more nervous when someone i know is in the audience.
i got over it quickly enough. i can't really hold onto my nervousness and be a believable Judas during Act II, so i chose to ignore the fact that Wisconsin's favorite butt (and wife) were in the audience and just give the best performance i could muster.
which was great, untill i let my hair down at the post-show bonfire at Chez Dale.
we drank Fresca. i drank too much Fresca. in fact, if i incriminate myself in this blogment, it's Dale's fault.
Fresca is a concoction Dale makes from Hornitos, Squirt and lime juice. it tastes like the 70's era soft drink, but it packs a whallop. when he told me the fourth one he mixed for me was mild i thought i was okay...until he told me it only had a shot and a half in it. it'll be a miracle if i wake up remotely coherant in the a.m.
true story: there are kittens behind Dale's toilet, the golf cart is a blast, Jen is good people, Trent is a ton of fun (even if he is a friend of Dale's!), Dale's mom is as sweet as they come, and i really need some sleep. after all...tomorrow is another day.
They still sell Fresca...in fact, I am drinking some right now. LOL
Sounds like you had a lot of fun. I hope your final show went well and expect a full update tomorrow.
I miss Kelly, she never comes to visit my blog anymore because Dale is a poopyhead and can't make her computer go fast.
Somebody tell him to get on it, because I want my Kelly blogments!
Your wish is my command!Here's the update from the final weekend of Godspell.
First of all, I drank three cups of coffee at home getting ready for work, and brought two in to the office. That should give you an idea of just how tired I am. But it's all good.
Woke up Sunday morning feeling a touch under the weather. It's all Dale's fault. In the immortal words of Shelly West, I had too much tequila last night. But good friends are always there for ya, even when your headache is your own damn fault, which explains why Liz was so quick to get me a cup of coffee and then whisk me out to breakfast. Coffee and fried potatoes...just what the doctor ordered. Dale called to make sure I was upright and functioning well enough to do the show. Maybe he should have thought of that before making my fresca with a little extra love?
So by the time I was showered and ready to head to the theater, I felt almost normal. Almost.
The show went really well. Kelly's fanclub was there, which is a guaranteed good audience. I started to cry during "On the Willows" and pretty much kept going through curtain call and halfway through greeting the audience afterward. Note to self: refrain from the "ugly cry" in public at all costs.
The fanclub and family went out to dinner after the show. Turns out Houlihan's has really good martinis and burgers and...well...no one complained, so I'm going to guess everything was delish. The company was even better, though. Kelly's fanclub/family is an incredibly loving collection of people. It's always hard to say goodbye.
Then it was back to K2 to get my bags and head for home. But I made my way home by way of Dale's. The creep practically greeted me with a drink. Cruel man. But I limited myself to only one. Because I am smarter than I look. We sat around the fire and formulated plans for Cinco Dale Mayo next Saturday. Tamales, anyone?
Scooby was at Dale's and had taken over the kitchen. Scoob's dog Abby is my new best friend. And even though I had just eaten dinner, I ate every bit of the combo plate Dale prepared for me, because Scooby and food is a great combination. Delish - everyone enjoyed, including Jen, Rissa, Dale & Scoob.
The kittens are TINY! I'll have to get pictures next weekend.
Soon it was time for me to head home and begin my re-entry into real life. On my way to the car, Dale made me promise to call when I got home. I think he's been spending too much time with Kelly! I drug all my belongings up the stairs, called Dale to say thank you and g'night, and pretty much collapsed onto my messy bed.
But it was worth it. All the craziness, the lost sleep, the miles on the car...in the end I'm a better person for having been a part of Godspell, and this unbelievable group of people in southern Wisconsin who welcome me as one of their own.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Interrupting cow.
Interrupting c MOO!
Very nice indeed I’ll probably download it. Thanks.
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