04-24-08

Well, actually it's the 25th, but the Kimmy has not gone to bed yet, so we will post it as the 24th.

The day started in it's usual way. The sun rose and the people peopled.

The Kimmy slept.

Then the Kimmy realized that she was in pain.
Achy, nauseous, clammy, and restless.

She slept it off until way late in the afternoon and then she got up and realized that she would have to do laundry before jetting off to work at the Bullseye.

She raced to the laundromat where she chatted with her grammy and a couple of friends while she snarfed down yummy cheese and crackers and fun'yuns and cherry coke zero. OH! And she had Reeses stix, they were very nummy. They tasted like tiny Nutty Buddies.

She realized after the first run in the dryer that there was no way on Bob's green earth that she was getting her clothes dried any time soon. So, she added some quarters to each load and raced home to shower and get ready for work, minus underwear and pants. Since both of those are a requirement for work, she raced back to the laundromat, grabbed her dry clothes out of the dryers and raced home did a quick-change and raced to work, where she was late. Bummer.

Then it started raining.
Then it poured.
It smelled delightful. She wanted to run and jump in puddles. Alas, she was still at work.

Then the people stopped people-ing.

It was so slow the six hours she was at the Bullseye seemed like sixteen.

When she finally left the Bullseye, complete with blinky presents for a friend, she was happy.

Then an old friend called. There is nothing like an old friend to cheer you up even more. She was glad that this friend called because her cute little purple phone got sick and had to go to the doctor and all of her friend's phone numbers are locked away in it's little mind and it won't give them up.

Instead of cheering the Kimmy up, this friend made her feel as if she was only worth some of her bits instead of her whole. Instead of listening to her, this friend assumed what they wanted to assume about her and hurt her feelings. This friend does not know this. She doesn't know how to tell them how deeply they hurt her.

The memory that they share is valuable, she might even say priceless. There is no justification for tarnishing a memory with crudeness and callousness and just plain thoughtlessness.

Then the Kimmy raced home once again. She hung up all of her laundry. Picked up what messes she left behind. Changed her clothes, checked her email, fixed up her hair, and raced out to pick up the Caetie.

The Caetie arrived safely to collect her math book, cupcakes, and take a shower. Then she went to bed.

The Kimmy raced out to karaoke at the bowling alley to celebrate Scoop's birthday. It was amazing. She had a lot of fun.

Another friend then called while she was there. She raced out to her car to chat with this friend. There is nothing like a friend to cheer you up.

This friend had an amazing day. They shared and shared and shared all the good bits and the food bits and the dessert bits. Bit by bit the joy and amazement and delight that her friend shared filled her with contentment once again.

Then she shared the disappointment in her day.

She is always amazed at her friend's capacity for knowing what to say and how to say it. The friend is wise and willing to share knowledge and for some reason, actually cares about the Kimmy.

Her friend then said something that moved her. Her friend told her to remember that they loved her. Just that, "Kimmy, remember, I love you."

All that ran through Kimmy's head at that moment was, I always want you to be a part of my life, too. That was how the conversation ended and it was okay. There's always more. There's always another day. There's always Dragon Park.

Then she went back into the bowling alley and got to sing "Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun" with a bunch of silly girls, including the birthday girl. That rocked.

She then decided that it wasn't too late to take her walk to the lake if she went home, so she said goodbye until tomorrow night at the Tap and took her leave.

She went on her walk down to the lake and it was so beautiful outside. It smelled like the rain and wet earth and dirt and grass growing and the lake and spring and it was alive. It was chilly and a little clammy and wonderful.

She loves how things smell. They create memories that you can pull out anytime. Remember when we went to such and such? This is how that smelled!

She made herself a yummy salad snack, finished up her workout with crunches and supermans (because they are good for the soul, too!) and then she curled up on the papasan chair to watch Top Chef.

And then the Kimmy slept.

Until tomorrow...

The little things...

Alex showing up to be my cart attendant tonight. He is my hero.

Michelle, she is a constant source of joy.

Chris staying to close guest service tonight.

Bernie's joy and delight over new bikes.

Peach Green Tea

A late night walk to the lake.

Being a good friend and in turn having good friends.

Feeling strong.

Sweating.

Supermans.

Michael is coming back to work tomorrow!

Full moon on the lake.

Bald IS beautiful, inside and out and hair does NOT define who or what you are.

Being blessed over and over and over again...

Realization for April 20, 2008

Sometimes when the anticipation of an event is so great, the ordinary gets lost in the shuffle.


You forget to look around you at the wonder of spring in WI. The everyday grind becomes a painful grind. You forget to laugh and be joyous.


So, in honor of spring finally gracing us with it's promise in WI, I am going to remember to tell you at least one thing that was extraordinary in it's ordinary-ness.


Friday it was the Impromptu Luau at the Village Tap. Here's what you missed:

Saturday it was the full moon with the humid night hair pulling at my hair and the impulse to go hang out at the Log Cabin in Burlington with Dale and the gang.

It was nice to be able to just hang out and laugh and talk and be.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Still lovin' the lake...

So, Wisconsin finally caught up and it's spring.
Look how pretty the lake is!

Geneva Lake

The lake looked so breath-taking, still frozen but almost to the thaw, that I was compelled to stop and take some pictures.

Tennessee

I am trying to find the words to describe what Tennessee means to me.

I am having difficulties when anyone asks me why I love it so much and why it’s so important.

Is it a feeling? Is it a sense? Is it a thought? Is it tangible? Is it a person?

There isn’t just one "someone". There are people in Tennessee that are important to me the same as there are in Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Florida, Iowa, California, Arizona, and Nevada.

It is tangible and intangible. It’s a thought, a sense, a feeling all together separately and collectively.

The smell of spring in Tennessee calls to my senses. The trees speak to my soul. The smell of the earth and dirt in Tennessee call to my heart.

Being back in WI, I feel it even stronger now. It pulls at me and makes me yearn to be "home" again. That feeling of belonging without understanding why, without needing to understand why. Acceptance. Peace. Wholeness. Safety. Comfort. Joy. Love.

Tennessee is intrinsic to my spirit and defines part of who and what I am.

Tennessee is...

Life through Music

This was kind of interesting.

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)

2. Put it on shuffle

3. Press play

4. For every question, type the song that's playing

5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

6. Don't cheat



Opening Credits: All American Girl Carrie Underwood

Waking Up: Istanbul They Might Be Giants

First Day At School: Everybody Needs Somebody to Love Blues Brothers

Falling In Love: Walk Like an Egyptian The Puppini Sisters

Fight Song: Black Horse & The Cherry Tree KT Tunstall

Breaking Up: Two Out of Three Ain't Bad Meatloaf

Prom: The Kids are Alright The Who

Life's Okay: Everytime We Touch Cascada

Mental Breakdown: Even Now Barry Manilow

Driving: Down with the Sickness Richard Cheese

Flashback: Love in an Elevator Aerosmith

Getting Back Together: Ain't No Sunshine Bill Withers

Wedding: Like a Virgin Madonna

Birth Of A Child: Dancing Queen ABBA

Final Battle: Little Rock Collin Raye

Death Scene: Better Brother Madita

Funeral Song: Don't Stop Believin' Journey

Unbridled joy...

Kimmy & The Dragon