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.
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