Blogmenters?

Where have all my blogmenters gone?
I swear I'm writing for myself most days.
Probably a good thing to get this stuff out of my head and into cyberspace.

You know who I miss? Scott. I was just thinking of him today and then I went to a friend's blog and her top post was about missing Scott, too. Of course it was an OLD post, but needless to say, we miss you ya kook, come back to blogger.

I work with a Scott, I call him Scottie--probably drives him nuts. He reminds me of my brother Scottie, which is probably why I'm so comfortable calling him Scottie.

Speaking of brothers, I wonder how John's doing. Maybe he should blogment and then I'll know.

Speaking of brothers reminds me of sisters, I have two of them. One is older, Sheri and one younger, Jen.

Speaking of sisters reminds me of mom. I have one. Her name is Ann. She's crazy. Probably where I get it from. She loves me and my quirks, good thing because she's my MOM!

Hey, did you know that Barry introduced me to his mom and she's totally wicked awesome? She sent me home cooked food and a plant and OMG the best Coca-Cola cupcakes EVER, they tasted like she broke into the Hostess Cupcake factory and reproduced them in her oven. They make me happy.

Speaking of mom's reminds me of dads. Hey, I got lucky in that department, I got two! One is "dad" and one is "pop" and they both call me daughter.

Speaking of daughter, I have one of those, too. Her name is Caetie and she's the most amazing, wonderful, kooky, fantastic, sassy, and eclectic individuals on the planet and I get to call her kid. She calls me Mo.

Speaking of daughters reminds me of sons. I have two, one the eldest and one the youngest. Mike is going to be a junior in high school this year and J is going into the seventh grade. I am so proud to be their mom.

Oh, back to mom. I have a great-grandma and we called her "Grandma Mom" and we called her that because she was "mom" to my gram. She used to bake the most amazing and wonderful white bread you've ever eaten. She would sing in German and make us "bumblebee tuna" which was really orange Tang. Don't know why and she's hanging out with cousin Chris and her son Joe and O'Dad and a bunch of really cool other people in heaven so I can't ask her.

Speaking of heaven, I don't know if I've mentioned Barry's brownies yet. The man can make chappy-ass brownies into gourmet treats. OMB! I cannot wait for the moment that a platter of Cherry Bomb brownies is laid before me because someone I know owes me a plate of them because I got an empty plate back...

Speaking of friends and food. That makes me think of Kie. We need pancakes. I found another tshirt for us. We already have this one, so it's only fitting. I have Wednesday and Thursday off next week, let me know when I'm coming to your place at o'dark thirty for the cakes of love.

Speaking of love. There are so many kinds of love and so many ways it touches our lives. It's amazing when you think about it for just a little bit.

Speaking of amazing, have you counted your blessings today? Isn't it amazing how when you start to look at them you can't stop finding them, as if they are bunnies?

Speaking of bunnies. It must be bunnies, it must be bunnies, it must be BUNNIES!

Oh and speaking of bunnies, "They got the mustard out..." is my favorite line from that song.

Speaking of mustard, I have been having a love affair with mustard lately. There are so many freaking kinds of mustard. I still have to say that Steak N Shake's honey mustard is the best darn HM on the planet. Don't think so? Prove me wrong, I dare you...

Speaking of planets, I miss Pluto.

Speaking of missing, I miss my blogmenters. Where did they go?

Oh, and speaking of blogmenters, that makes me think of my friend Scott and here we are full-circle.

Love and kisses and help with the dishes and go check out the website I blogged about below this random stream of conciousness (or unconsciousness as it were)...

Goodnight, Johnboy.



This is the wordle of "Blogmenters?"
Cool, ain't it?

Wordle

You should go and play on this website.
So much fun to be had and two days off to have it in!

This is my wordle for "Suds in the Bucket"...omg so much fun!

Happiness

I was thinking, as I'm wont to do, and the lyrics from this song kept playing in my head as I contemplated my life this week.

Happiness
Peanuts Gang

Happiness is finding a pencil
Pizza with sausage
Telling the time

Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe for the very first time

Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band
And happiness is walking hand in hand

Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
Knowing a secret
Climbing a tree

Happiness is five different crayons
Catching a firefly
Setting him free

Happiness is being alone every now and then
And happiness is coming home again

Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all that's loved by you

Happiness is having a sister
Sharing a sandwich
Getting along

Happiness is singing together
when the day is through
And happiness is those who sing with you

Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all that's loved by you

I love Tennessee. I love life.

Life is good and ice is nice.

It's a fitting song because my joy doesn't come from the huge, grandiose gestures. Usually my happiness, if you will, comes from the little things.

I'd much rather have, a kind word, a well-turned phrase, a compliment when I am least expecting it, even a Butterfinger when I thought I wanted a Twix.

There is something about a Thursday night all by myself with a little carpet picnic of bread and grapes and cheese and unlimited hours of a Law & Order marathon.

There is something about having a draining day at work on Saturday and thinking I was going to be getting to the Corner so late and then walking in and having my friends greet me with "Kimmy!" and hugs and kisses as I walked through the door and having the weight of the day fall away.

There is something about having a friend IM me and remind me again why we are friends.

There is something about the silly comments and messages on myspace from friends far away, that I'm missed and loved.

There is something about pancakes.

There is something about Juan cooking Peruvian food because I asked him to cook again. (I know that that it was not just for me, but I'm going to pretend it's just because Juan loves me...)

There is something about being respected at work, Tuesday night dinner, how rain smells in Tennessee, and happiness and how it's contagious.

Remember to count your blessings and know that someone in Tennessee thinks you are the cat's pajamas!

Carwash

"Working at the carwash..."

Go on, hum a few bars of it, you know you want to.

The carwash is a magical place, full of fun and frivolity.

Many a family vacation would arrive and we'd get done driving 18 hours and go to breakfast and then fill up the van and get a car wash.

I remember a couple of times being the "co-pilot" and getting gas really late while everyone else was still sleeping and dad would go through the carwash just for me.

Well, it was probably because he couldn't see through all the dead bugs on the windshield, but I like to live in my own little world where the carwash was all for me.

The new "touchless" facilities are okay and they are definitely still a place of wonder, awe, and excitement.

Still, give me an "old" carwash with the rollers and the brushes and the high-powered dryer and "Dad, puhleeeez get the wax?!!!"

It's great when you are in a van and can wander to the side windows and the back and watch the whole process and you don't miss a thing!

Seriously though, small car, big car, even a pickup truck--you need it washed, give me a call, I'll go along for the ride.

I'll even help wipe evertyhing down afterward, but only if you spring the extra for the wax...

"Week" in Review August 6-12, 2008

I cannot believe that another week has flown by so fast.
School started today in my neck of the Tennessee woods.
I'm sure that someday soon it will start to get cooler.

It has been a beautiful summer so far. I have to again give a shout out to Willis Haviland Carrier, the man that invented air-conditioning. I think he rocks.

I also need to give a shout out to J for journaling his food this month. Way to go, proud of ya, son!

So without further ado, week in review:

I still, absolutely love my Monday "weekends".

Tuesday is my new favorite day of the week, I'm making it official.

The generosity of certain friends is not unnoticed, unappreciated, or taken for granted. I appreciate everything about you. (Yes, even when you frustrate me.)

Your produce alone has been worth the trip.

I don't have to dream of Juan cooking tilapia again, he made it tonight for his "first day at new job" celebration dinner. It was delicious, delightful, and I'm so glad that he's here. Well, actually, I'm glad that Jody has such good taste in men and lets me share his culinary skills AND that he's here. Now, if I could just get Jody to make that salad and the homemade salad dressing like he did that one night, I'd be in heaven. (Jody, that was a hint.)

You should hear me sing NIN, it's kind of like Cyndi Lauper goes hardcore.

My friends still amaze me and I love them for it.

I am so happy that I got to have an all-Kie weekend. I still need pancakes.

C'mon, it's Czechoslovakia. We zip in, we pick 'em up, we zip right out again. We're not going to Moscow. It's Czechoslovakia. It's like going into Wisconsin.

It's weird how a crush can sometimes turn into a friendship, a blossoming love affair, or just fade away into nothingness. And sometimes it can go from, "Wow, I really dig them." to "WTF?" in a matter of moments.

I am going to enjoy this last week with Jennifer and Marianne, they will be missed a lot.

I still need more partners in crime.

I've decided that I'd like henchmen more than minions. Henchmen are a little more self-sufficient than minions and I'm all about self-sufficiency.

Going so soon? I wouldn't hear of it. Why my little party's just beginning.

I want a full body massage with focus on the hands and feet. It must last at least an hour and the massage oil must have bergamot or maybe sage in it.

80's music still makes me all kinds of happy.

I don't care if he puts a rubber glove on his head and runs naked around the store screaming, 'Hi! I'm a squid!'

Pink toes make me happy, but blue toes get lots of compliments.

Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish.

Rockband with a group of music lovers is a whole lotta fun.

Everyone needs a montage.

Making new friends is good.

Keeping old friends is good.

Knowing when to let go is hard and yet surprisingly good for the soul.

Leaving your phone untended is sometimes a good thing.

I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus.

Learning new things happens everywhere, everyday, whether you want to or not. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's indifferent, and sometimes it's something you already knew and just didn't want to acknowledge.

In my genetic code there is programming that compels me to make something better. If there is something, anything that I can do to soothe or rectify a situation, then I am all about it. Sometimes it's hard to override the code.

Bald is very sexy in a weird, Kimmy sort of a way.

Naked baby feet are just begging to be tickled.

It's very wonderful and surprising to work with people that you like, who also like you and enjoy your company. It makes the job more fun, easier, and not so much like work.

It's hard to confront someone when they aren't treating you the way you would like to be treated and so much better when you do.

I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, when he said, "I drank what?"

People constantly surprise me by their depths and their shallowness.

Dishes don't wash themselves.

Fork can be substituted for other words in conversations.

Unlimited texting.

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that. (This one's for L, glad you were here this weekend.)

To my parental units: thank you for loving me flaws and all. I appreciate everything you do.

To my teenagers: I love you and I miss you. (Yes, even the bickering.)

Veggie trays shared with friends are dilly good.

I love lamp.

I miss Scoop and Dave, I hope that they are well.

I got to talk to Steph on the phone tonight. I like being her friend.

Fat guy in a little coat...fat guy in a little coat...

It's hard to make your heart stop caring about the people your head knows you should.

We are coming into the full moon again this week. It should be interesting to see what the week holds.

Remember to count your blessings, they always outweigh.
Have a great week and know that someone in Tennessee thinks you're the bee's knees.

So, this was tax-free weekend in Tennessee.
Boy am I ever glad that this weekend is over.
The store closed tonight at 9pm. I clocked out at 11:36pm.

The positives of the week?

I love my Monday "weekends".
Tuesday is one of my favorite days of the week and not just for the food...
I have sweet sweet dreams of Juan cooking tilapia again.
I have great friends.
I sing a mean Madonna.
My friends amaze me.
I realized that I miss Kie and need pancakes.
I have a huge crush on someone.
I love special dances for the days of the week at work. I especially loved the "Sunday" dance, it's the "throw your hands in the air like you just don't care except on Wednesdays when you especially don't care..." dance.
I'm going to miss someone that I work with when they leave on Friday.
I'm going to miss Jennifer when she goes back to college on the 16th.
I need more partners in crime.
I thrive during chaos.
I'd like minions or maybe henchmen, I haven't decided yet.
I'm a total night-owl.
I love and miss Nicole.
Old friends are sometimes the best friends to have when you want to remember the joy of your youth.
80's music makes me happy.

I made myself this "internal" deal thingie, it follows along the lines of my favorite quote.

So, at eighty I don't want to have any regrets. I will do the things I always wanted to do. I won't deny myself because I was concerned about other people's opinions or approvals.

If you don't like what I'm doing or who I am I can't stop that, but I also don't have to allow it to swallow me or let it define who I am.

I will never again live as someone who is not me.

I'd like to do things that make me feel alive:

Sing really loud to the radio all the time, even if I don't know the song.
Yodel to hard rock.
Take my own really beautiful pictures and frame them.
Tell the people that give me joy how much I enjoy them.
Have someone paint a portrait of me, in oil.
Own an MG.
Learn to drive stick.
See the Grand Canyon.
Visit the Painted Desert.
Spend time in Monte Carlo.
Lay in the Petrified Forest staring up at the giant redwoods.
Swim in the Atlantic & Pacific oceans.
Drive through the Smokey Mountains.
See Memphis.
Visit Janeen in FL.
See Mount Rushmore.
Stay in Key West.
Eat potatoes in Idaho.
Retrace the great "East Coast Vacation" from my youth.
Spend one weekend in fall in New England.
Eat clam chowder in Maine.
Go camping at Crystal Lake .
Visit New Orleans.
Lay in a backyard looking up at the stars and name five constellations.
Stay in a bed & breakfast in at least five small historical towns.
Visit a dude ranch.
Have someone make me steak on the grill.
Learn how to knit a long Dr. Who scarf in pink, blue, brown, and white stripes.
Allowing the joy of someone else change the way I view the world, even if it's only for moments.
Tell the people I care about how much they mean to me, sometimes multiple times a day.
Feed someone's soul.
Learn to use watercolors and paint a doodle to hang on my wall.
Bake cookies often.
Laugh out loud.
Have someone hug me like they mean it.
Cherish the details.
Embrace the moment when someone says, "Hey, let's get something to eat around the corner," at 3am.

The definition of happy from dictionary.com is: delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing

Happiness is a choice. I'd rather be happy than any other emotion.
Delighted.
Pleased.
Glad.

That thing that makes the difference to me is allowing myself to accept the happy, the delight, the pleasure, being glad. It's a renewable resource, it doesn't end because when you see it in one thing you start to see it in all.

This weekend is a prime example.

This was a long and rough weekend. Yet allowing myself to experience the joy and happiness of it made all the difference.

It was spending one of the last few days with my friend Jennifer before she goes back to school, rather than "having" to be at work.

It was the simple joy in having someone see you and start smiling.

Hearing from a manager that they think you do your job well, especially when it's a manager that you admire and appreciate for their management skill.

Seeing someone and getting a big smile on your face because you share humor, laughter, joy in the moment of everything.

Seeing the smile on their face when they see you.

Enjoying the people you work with so it's not so much "work" to be at work.

Having someone say that they enjoy you and appreciate you for just being yourself. To me, that's the best compliment I could ever get, that I am appreciated for just who I am.

I love that.

I hope that you are happy this week.

Click the comment button below and tell me your happy moments. Doesn't have to be today or even yesterday. Maybe you have a "happy" from years ago that still makes you delighted.

Share them.

Sleep well and remember that there is someone out there that loves who you are and is happy that you are a part of their life.