Wednesday, December 19, 2007

You're It!

I've been tagged by three people and I'm just now getting around to it. Sorry.
So here are six semi-interesting things about me that you might not know:

1.When I read books, I really get into them. Really. I know this sounds cheesy and contrived, but I almost envision myself as a character in the story, where I live the plot. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I think that’s why it’s not uncommon for me to shut myself away and read for hours on end. I have read Summer of My German Soldier at least a dozen times and I never fail to cry when Ruth leaves Patty at the end. And, yes, I was one of the people who sobbed while reading Harry Potter #5 and #6. I just love books. And not just reading, which I do love, but the actual books; the way the binding smells and the way the pages feel as I turn them. I would rather have an old beat-up copy of a book, one where the binding is coming apart and the pages are falling out and there are tea-stains on the cover, than a brand new B&N copy.

2.Every morning, without fail, I sing and dance before work. I turn on some music, anything from 2Pac to Frank Sinatra to Alan Jackson, and let loose. I sing in the shower and continue as I go through my morning routine, adding dancing when appropriate.

3.I daydream all the time. At work, while driving, in bed, in front of the TV. It’s like there’s a constant movie streaming through my head, usually starring me but not always. I’ve tried writing some of my daydreams into a story, but they’re never as good. Which brings me to my next point:

4.I love to write. I like to fit the words together to create music: a song that represents the image and idea that I have in my head. I like to write anything: poetry, short stories, children’s books, I’ve even started a novel (it’s not good and I haven’t worked on it for months). It’s just another way to escape into the world of books.

5.I have so many clothes it’s not even funny. However, I only wear about a quarter of them. I have t-shirts from junior high, holey jeans and sweaters that have been neatly folded and stacked in my closet for ages. Sometimes I feel sorry for those lonesome items in the far reaches of my closet. I should probably donate them to DI, but I always think, “Well, what if I need them someday?” And I actually trick myself into saving a tiny pair of running shorts that I bought in eighth grade, convinced that someday I’m going to need them.

6.I’m completely ridiculous 95% of the time. I always laugh at the worst possible times and I never take my father’s advice: “Don’t always go for the joke.” I don’t think that this is entirely a bad thing because my boss told me the other day that I “brought fresh air into this office that we so needed” and that I was “so pleasant to have here.” I just own the fact I’m goofy and silly and I’m okay with that.

I've felt guilty about not doing this for so long and I don't want anyone to feel that so I'm tagging: anyone who wants to do this and also Donny & Sandra (6 each, please.)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

New Fish: Named!

At our party on Saturday (which was awesome, by the way), we asked all the guests to write down a suggestion for the name of our new fish. We had about 60 suggestions to choose from.
There were obvious ones: Blue, Azul, Pretty Fish, Swimmy, Number Two
Themed ones: Toto, Tinman, Elmo, Grover, Blanche
Bizarre ones: Furfloogenheim, Schnitzel
Ones with special meaning to us: ZAPATOS!, Walter, Achmed, Rachel

But the one that I chose was. . . EL NINO!

El Nino still doesn't have a home. We're looking into getting him something for Christmas. He's just livin' it up, swimming around, getting fat. But he still looks like a shrimp next to morbidly obese Dorothy. That fish is so fat!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Well, that's odd.

I just want to let you know something. It is 10:30pm, I am in bed, and I hear a scraping sound outside of my bedroom window.

"What is that?" I mumble, incoherently.

Bleary-eyed, I peek out my blinds and I see my very odd roommate. Outside. Shoveling the walk. At 10:30 at night.

Please note: it only snowed about 1/4 inch today. It's not like we're going to be snowed in if we don't shovel the walk right this very minute.

I don't know what to do.

She's still out there.

Where did she get that shovel?

Friday, December 7, 2007

Something seems fishy about this.

I have a fish. A beautiful purple male betta fish named Dorothy. (I know that Dorothy is a girl's name but I let a room full of two-year-olds name him.)

Anyway, this morning I was cutting up an apple for breakfast when the most bizarre thing happened. Dorothy started flipping out! He was thrashing around in his bowl and then rammed into the side of the bowl three times in quick succession. He then floated up to the top of the bowl (belly-up) and I could see that his back was bent in a weird angle. He was dead. Dead, dead, dead. Sad, huh?

I left him in the bowl and went to work after letting my roommates know that they shouldn't look in the tank, and that I'd take care of it when I got home.

So, after work I called my sister and she thought it would be fun to take the boys to the pet store to get a new fish. We went to the "fish shop" and Jake helped pick out the new fish.

I got home tonight with my new fish ready to clean out the bowl and put the new (and unnamed) fish in his new home.


I would swear up and down that fish was dead this morning. My mom suggests that maybe running into the side of the bowl knocked him out for a few minutes and then he woke up after I had left. I'm just glad I didn't flush him right away.

So, now I have two fish. I can't put them in the same bowl or they will eat each other so the unnamed one is currently residing in a large glass vase on the kitchen counter.

Weird, huh?

Thursday, December 6, 2007


So when does "lazy" cross the line into "too lazy for words"?

Case in point: I was lying on the couch watching a movie with my roommate and eating popcorn (which, by the way, is my absolute favorite snack food). I got a little popcorn shell stuck in between my teeth. After trying unsuccessfully to get it out with my tongue, I got up off the couch, walked into the bathroom, grabbed my little floss-stick thing, walked back to the couch, laid back on the couch and proceeded to floss my teeth.

How lazy are you, Kim? You floss lying down? You can't stay on your feet for 20 seconds?

After that, I was so embarrassed by my actions that I had to run a lap around the parking lot to redeem myself.

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Saturday, December 1, 2007

Just me and my buddy.

I love my little guy.


When Jake was at my house this afternoon, he made a little addition to our Nativity.

I think it's perfect.

Gift Wrapping.

Amy, Jake, Zach, Mike, and I went to the Festival of Trees today. Afterward, Jake came over to my house to help me wrap presents and drink hot cocoa. Jake really liked puting on the bows.

Then he wanted to pose with all the other presents.


I had an appointment to get my hair done next week, but they bumped me up and I got it done on Wednesday. It's so incredibly short! I love the color, but the cut is still growing on me. Quite literally. Here are some pics:

I know it looks weird that I'm looking off to the side, but I'm watching Jake climb up on the counter and eat cake with his hands.

Snow is not my favorite.

Toothpaste For Dinner