Happy 4th!!!

Hi guys, wanted to wish you all a happy fourth.
I promise to get you up to speed this week with some exciting
new updates, etc.

Have a very safe and happy Independence day!!!

Kim

kickin’ some web page bootay

That’s right folks….that’s me…kim….official web designer…
and self portrait maker….

I finally, FINALLY have the gotten the hang of this making my own web page
hooplah…I am bouncing off walls right now…and maybe dancin’ a little…

the odd couple

I’ve met someone.
Another writer. Based on appearance alone, I would’ve never placed her as a writer.
She’s wafer thin, very blonde…sort of June Cleaver meets Martha Stewart meets Paula Dean.
(She’s a fantastic cook, btw) You never see her in anything other than a sun dress.
Raised extremely religious, married her childhood sweetheart,
never really done any real partying….or any real anything, etc., etc.
She’s listens to WAY too much Corey Smith and country for my taste….

and you may find yourself…

I’m over myself.
I have moments like the one I posted on before.
It’s the part of me that likes to run away from the hard stuff.
The part that wishes I’d have stayed gone.

like poetry with music

I just found this band the other day. (I’m behind. I don’t listen to the radio)

The first time I heard one of their songs, it actually made me tear up.
I won’t say which song…it wasn’t this one.
But this one is good too…like poetry with music.

and you may ask yourself….

Yesterday I thought my next post would be about how I felt I was ready to move on. Quit the blog, and just
you know move on. Tonight I am thinking about how I’ve been drinking again lately,
and how in August of 2001 I was shopping for an apartment in New York City.
But my then roommate freaked from all the drugs she had taken and
when I came home from work one day, she was gone.
She left me a note on the kitchen table that said she was sorry, but she had to leave.
So there I was new place, new rent, no roommate.
And then September 11th happened and I changed my mind about moving to New York to become a writer.
And now I write this…which is nothing. It’s nothing. I am not a writer. I’m mostly a dreamer.
I am someone slap damn in the middle of a life.

things to do: online dating profile for mom

So, my Mom calls yesterday and asks me to put some recent photos of her
on this new site she’s joined…I’m not going to say which one, but it’s a dating site
for seniors. So I’ve been doing that this morning….

out of the loop

So my girlfriend just says to me, “The new IG album is really good, don’t you think?”
My face twists…”What are you talking about?”
“Uh, duh, Indigo Girls.”
At first I think she’s talking about the last album, “Despite our Differences”.
So I say, “You mean “Despite our Differences”?
“No, I don’t think that was it.”
Now I’m really confused, “What new album?”
She wrinkles her nose at me.
“You mean, I have an Indigo Girls album you don’t have? What happened to you? “
I shrug.

dot-dot-dot

I swear, I am all about the ellipses right now…
I’m dot, dot, dotting all over the place-in letters I’m writing, my posts, poems.

I just noticed it, maybe you already have…
Either way, I’ve given it some thought, and decided that
this punctuation symbol best represents my personality…which is probably
why I’m using it. Because you see, if you and I were to sit
down and have a conversation face to face, you’d find I’m a fairly
dramatic speaker.

the id and the super-ego

I quit making resolutions a long time ago. 
The joke in my twenties went something like “resolutions are for quitters”.
I didn’t need anything resolved.

Ok, so sure, I was kidding myself.
As the years progressed, the walls of my twenty-something resolve weakened,
and then without much notice, crumbled.

So this year, in spite of myself, I made a resolution.
I began the new year determined to shed my dead skin so to speak,
and become the very best version of me.