I know, I know.

I completely disappeared on everyone. Sorry about that. But quite honestly there was nothing to write about and I have been absorbed into a book.

When I finish it, I’ll write about it. I’m trying to keep an open mind and thus far…it’s not really working, but I’m trying.

Also, I’m not really into the tabloid frenzies about celebs and what not, but as I read the following title I was intrigued and had to read the article- “Daddy Clay“. Are you freaking serious?! I mean Clay, honey, we all know. Why you insist on pretending it’s still a secret is beyond me. The “I’m Metro” speech died many years ago. And you really couldn’t find someone younger to impregnate, you decided to choose an older woman that could possible have major complications?  Really?

A few months back I wrote this blog post about some of the people I work with in the office that drive me crazy. Well we’re going to add to that today.

*The “New” person- Yes I understand you ‘only’ started two weeks ago, but you should really know most of the basics by now. I’m fairly sure Outlook is the same for every company that uses it, so the excuse of responding to all the emails that are sent to you “I think you’re the right person” is not necessary. Also, do I REALLY have to point you in the way of the bathroom EVERY single day? I am starting to know your body’s schedule, and that’s just wrong.

*The Sign Ignoring People- Last week our doors went out of commission, so the only way into the building was the front right side door. I made pretty signs for the two other doors in the back, kindly letting everyone know they had to walk around. At least 10 people knocked on my window to mouth to me the door wasn’t opening, Every. Freaking. Day. Just an FYI but if the sign is up there that probably is a good indication something is STILL wrong with the door, stop being lazy and walk around like everyone else.

*The Bathroom Talker- You know the person who is constantly chattering either to you or on their cellphone while using the facilities. And if they are talking to you, it becomes very awkward. I don’t know about you but I have no interest in expressing my opinions on the new selections in the vending machine downstairs while I’m trying to go. - This also applies to the person who traps you in the bathroom to tell about the new baby on the way or upcoming wedding, as noted on the other blog. Or sometimes even better, they like to tell you how fat you’re getting because you complain about something that has NOTHING to do with your weight (i.e. My hair is flat, Response: you’re jeans are looking a bit snug too)…bitch.

*The Gossip MAN of the office- You insist on bothering me daily to tell me the latest of what is going on down your little tunnel. Does it really matter who’s pregnant or dating or might be pregnant because they’re dating someone in the office? Is that going to shut the entire office down because of this? No. Get off of it. All because they were spotted, because obviously we’re on national geographic and they’re animals, eating outside at the tables by themselves. I think I’ll start a rumor about you. Just let me think of a good one.
(Sidenote: The worst gossiper in my office is a man, so you can apply this to a woman if you would like. However, in my experience it is usually men that are worse than women.)

* The Talkers- It’s not so much that they are talking, I’m ok with that. After all we are all creatures of communication. I’m talking about those who talk about what happened on American Idol/Basketball Game/Hell’s Kitchen/Nascar last night, or my personal favorite what happened on yesterday’s soaps you DVR’d. First of all, is it even normal for a MAN to be watching a soap opera? Second, it disturbs me that you’re crying because the long lost sister of the evil twin that has taken the place of the single millionaire’s daughter’s dog’s groomer who just broke her leg because she fell into the lake and hit a rock and nearly drowned was found.

*The “Woe is Me’ person- Anything that happens to this person is catastrophic. They could break a nail and the world is ending. And God forbid something that is actually horrible happen to them. They walk around sobbing uncontrollably on everyone’s shoulder because their cat’s tail was bitten off by the neighbor’s dog and it had to be quarantined for a couple days at the vet. Yeah that sucks, but uhm…it’s alive, right? How about seeing the glass as half full just one time throughout the year. Maybe that would stop everyone from hiding under their desks when we hear you coming.

*The person who continually parks in the handicap spot- Nothing is wrong with you. However, if you’d like I can run you over a few times or hit you repeatedly with my car door and help with your apparent want of being handicapped.

*The Chair Stealer- Are you serious? We all have the EXACT same chair. Is there really any need for me to walk into the office and see you scampering away with your tail between your legs because I caught you stealing one our co-workers chairs?  Don’t like your chair? Bring another one from home or buy a pillow. OR I could decorate your chair with streamers to make you feel special.

So there you go, I’m sure my list will grow as we go along the year

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!!

Much Love,

K

Hm.

Here are a few pics of what I did this weekend:

Began the process of fixing up the bathroom…

And puppy sat for Mim while she is in NY! Like how his paws are green and he’s on the couch, I didn’t have the heart to make him get down.

Also this weekend there was a tragedy. A young boy that myself and my best friend met while part of the LINKS program in high school (we were like teaching aids to autistic classrooms) was killed on Saturday. And although it was 5/6 years ago, the mark those children left on me will never be erased. I remember putting together my project involving the children and honestly, it did not matter how horrible of a day you were having…the moment one of them would smile at you everything would melt away. I’m not sure if I taught them, or they taught me really.
He was definitely one of those children you could never forget. God bless him and his family.

I hope you all had a safe weekend.

Much Love,
K

So you wanted to know…

So here are the questions I was asked:

Margarita asked:
What’s your favorite outfit?
A: I really do not have a favorite honestly. I like comfort (total southerner, can you tell?) I’m a jeans girl if you want to get down to it. I love jeans for the fact I can dress them up or down.

Who would you call if you were arrested at 5 in the morning?
A: Depending on what I did, more than likely I would call my mom to bail my butt out. It would have to be something competely out of character of me to get arrested, so I could probably plead insanity and she wouldn’t scold me. Hehe.

What’s your ideal first date?
A: Hmm. That’s a really great question. I suppose, the best date for me would be going somewhere that I could get to know the other person a bit better, not like a bar or a club. I believe in talking out everything, I’m not one to jump the gun and usually in those settings you have to practically be all over one another just to hear him say “Want a drink?”. It has to be a place that we were both comfortable and we can have fun, I’m such an introvert it takes me awhile to actually open up. So being in a setting that there are others having fun, will get me out of my shell a lot easier.

The lovely Birdie asked:
What are your Sunday’s like? Are you a lazy Sunday sunshine seeker, or a motivated, let’s do all my errands- Sunday kind of girl?
A: I’m a mixture of both actually. I usually just lounge around the house in the morning and ease my way into the day, and then clean like a mad woman all afternoon. Lol. Unlike this past weekend, where I was so tired I did absolutely NOTHING all day until I was promised chinese food if I were to get up and off the couch and go to Mim’s hubby’s store for a bit with my roomie. Damn her and her knowing the right buttons to push to get my butt into gear!

So now, I’m going to mix it up a bit. I’m going to ask you guys a few questions and I want you to answer them. Yes you can pick and choose which you want to answer

1. Are you where you thought you would be at this age? If not, are you still happy with the outcome?
2. If you could do your dream job, what would it be?
3. Do you believe in fate and karma?
4. If you could describe your life in a music genre, what would it be?
5. Hobbies?
6. What is your guilty pleasure?

So there you go. I’ll answer my own questions later

Much Love,
K

When will it be enough?

Upon meeting her a few years ago, I can remember how she was full of charisma. A person who loved so many, would give the shirt off her back and her pants too if they were needed; she has spent her entire life giving to others. Serving her country in the Navy, as a Firefighter, a Paramedic, she even began to train as a Police Officer before moving here where she now is a Resident Care Director at a full care facility.
After so many years of abusing her body helping aid all those in need, obviously she has gotten older and her body just can not take the constant rattling and lifting. She still does it though, no questions asked…never complaining.
Very little is known of my room mate, my best friend. A few years ago, she started having horrible headaches on the right side of her head and she began to list to the left as she walked. She would work through this; ignore the symptoms just to drudge through the day. But things began to change two years ago; I stopped by her apartment on my lunch to check on her, she hadn’t been feeling right for a few days. I knocked and received no answer. She had recently given me a key to the apartment, so I opened the door and was shocked to see she was posed in what can only be explained as an almost catatonic state, curled into a ball on the computer chair. Horrified, a friend and I rushed her to the hospital. After all it seemed like she was having a seizure, her eyes were rolled back, her face was completely white, lips were blue and her entire body was shaking and jumping.
But it wasn’t a seizure. No one could explain what happened. It just seemed to come and go quickly with no indication as to why and how. Although it never happened again, she began to have benign tremors, the headaches were persistent, and she would stutter horribly. And she couldn’t take care of herself for nearly 3 months, and I moved in with her to help as much as I could. She was alone here with no family. It was hard on both of us; it was demeaning to the caregiver that was now the one who needed the care. She couldn’t dress, feed, bath or even go to the bathroom by herself. And I gave it my all, while still working at my job. Honestly, I know I should have been fired. My boss was more than understanding and I am truly grateful to work for such a compassionate person.
During this time, she still visited her GP and a neurologist, and no one could figure out what was going on. Finally the neurologist ordered a test for B12, and she had abnormal levels. He ordered the shots and the oral supplements, but they didn’t seem to help. After many failed attempts at other medicines, and two near death experiences because of allergies to two of the attempts, suddenly she was fine. When she went back to the GP he told her to see a psychologist, because this was only in her head. Outraged, doesn’t begin to explain how I felt. Abandoned, alone, hurt, and completely crushed for her. He didn’t believe these things were happening. All the tests we re returning as normal, except the B12 blood test. It didn’t make any sense, it isn’t logical for just one deficiency to cause these types of problems.
Or was it? After consulting her neurologist again she soon found out that this type of deficiency was a warning sign for MS…multiple sclerosis. However, the diagnosis can take from 7 to 10 years.   
It had been about a year since the last time she had any problems, until Monday. I received a call at work at about 3pm, from her boss informing me she was taking her to the hospital…it was happening again. I left work immediately, over the past two years I began to keep a notebook of all of her symptoms and I had all of her information. We waited for nearly 5 hours before anyone would take her back, insane and completely uncalled for. I, needless to say, was becoming more irate by the moment. I needed sanity, just one moment…to breathe. I was overwhelmed by the time she had gotten seen, it was over and she was just tired. I called Mim; I didn’t know what else to do. I was beginning to have an anxiety attack and I knew better than to let T see me like that. It would upset her and she had been through enough, she needed to rest. After persistently telling her we were fine, and everything was ok not to worry. I nearly burst into tears when I saw her and her hubby walking towards us as we were leaving. I was relieved to not feel alone, and I know T was elated to see someone else cared.
The diagnosis was “Weakness”, seriously. And she was told to make an appointment to see the neurologist again. I do not know how she does it. I would have given up long ago, but she keeps fighting, holding her head high and believing some day someone will be able to help.
I heard a song today on the way to work, that inspired me to actually write her story. And though, she’s going to be angry I shared it…I have the hope perhaps someone will read my modest blog and have some answers. If not, at least I know someone may find this who is going through the same thing…and know they aren’t alone.
The song is “Stand Back Up” by Sugarland, unfortunately I was not able to find a good video for it…but here are a couple of verses.
 
“Go ahead and take your best shot,
Let ‘er rip, give it all you’ve got,
I’m laid out on the floor, but I’ve been here before,
I may stumble, yeah I might fall,
I’m only human, aren’t we all?
I might lose my way, but hear me when I say,

I will stand back up,
You’ll know just the moment when I’ve had enough,
Sometimes I’m afraid, and I don’t feel that tough,
But I’ll stand back up,

I’ve been beaten up and bruised,
I’ve been kicked right off my shoes,
Been down on my knees more times than you’d believe,
When the darkness tries to get me,
There’s a light that just wont let me,
It might take my pride, and tears may fill my eyes,
But I’ll stand back up,

I’ve weathered all these storms,
But I just turn them into wind, so I can fly,
If what don’t kill you makes you stronger,
When I take my last breath,
That’s when I’ll just give up,”

God Bless.

K

Oh look…it’s Monday…again.

All I have to say is that Mim and her husband are awesome. Why? Well…her hubby gave me this yesterday:

Before you all roll your eyes, let it be know it’s their fault I’m addicted to that game to begin with. Lol. And Aerosmith is my all time favorite band. And my roomie already has it on reserve. Oh yeah…it’s going to be great. I will be cooped up in the house that ENTIRE week only to leave for work…guarantee you all that much.

Hope you all have a great Monday, if that’s even possible.

Much love,

K

How not to act around new employees

This post wasn’t supposed to be about my stupid antics, but I’ve only gotten 3 questions! Not enough to make post out of…there hasn’t be SOMETHING you guys want to know. Lol.

On to explain the title. Today, as I was diligently working my way through the less than impressive stack of papers on my desk. I had gotten up and proceeded to the copier (have we noticed a trend with my trips to the copier yet?). As I was walking I was completely absorbed into the paperwork I was looking over, only to have my a concentration shattered by my boss standing directly in the path I was taking. I usually would not pay her any mind, however the words “And this is Miss Kim BlahBlah, who you will be working with on the program” left her mouth. Instantly my eyes shot up and I was met with the most incredible peircing blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They burned into mine, and I couldn’t move…I couldn’t even studder. As I searched for something intelligent to say to him, my body “went stupid” and I thrusted out my hand to him. The moment our hands connected, I thought lightening had hit me.  My brain began to scream, those great big flashing signs started popping up in my head and I about melted…did I mention the hot flash I suddenly went through although I’m only 23? What the hell had just happened and why did I feel like my entire body was tingling and on high alert?

As I led him to my desk, I heard the faint sound of a snicker coming over my dear co-worker’s wall. DAMNIT. Is it really that obvious? Have I been out of practice THAT freaking long? Then I realized, yes…it must be, because I’m rambling. I caught myself saying something about pringles. Oh. Dear. God. I rushed through the program and what I used and vaguely touched on a few other parts. (Of the PROGRAM people…geez) Hoping this would rush HIM out of my CUBE because we were ENTIRELY too close and the electricity was KILLING ME.

I winced when I realized he had caught onto my charade.  A smirk played on his lips, and it threatened my sanity for a moment. After a few tense seconds he cleared his throat and went back into professional mode, and I stumbled my way through with him. After the brief encounter he left, to my chagrin.

I began to walk back to the copier, lingering at my co-workers cube. She looked at me and burst into laughter. Embarrassment…I had it. She did side with me it had to be his eyes. And of course my boss was sure to let me know, that it was hilarious and she was amazed I kept it together as well as I did.

So there you go, there’s how not to act around new people you are strangely attracted to.

Much Love,
K

Edit: I would just like to say, he happened to walk back up to my cube as I was writing this and grinning ear to ear…I think he knows. Damnit.

P.S. Ask questions!

Ahaha!

Yesterday as I was standing at the copier in a haze, I heard a faint giggle to the right of me. I dismissed it as just an email that must have been funny. Continuing to copy/scan a few documents I suddenly heard the giggle of now a male AND a female. Obviously this perked my curiousity, and I quietly walked near the cube it was generating from. A co-worker, we’ll call him Rob*, had apparently bought a “paper” (if you would like to call it that) in an extremely small town he drives through on his way into work every morning.

Yes, you’ve read that right. It is a paper dedicated to mugshots of local arresties.

I thought it was a joke until he opened the paper, and I saw these (among many other) categories within the normal mugshots.

I was shocked… “Best Mullets” ?! Are you effing kidding me?! It’s like they’re in a fashion mag.

Oh let us not forget…

…those who decided to fight the police, you go in the special “I bet that hurt” section…because you’re idiots.

I wasn’t sure if I should laugh, or be offended for these people. So I laughed.

I did find it slightly disturbing that the majority of the mugshots were from sex offenders. We’re talking out of 10 pages, 6 of those were sex offenders…in JUST this area alone. Just shows you how the world is becomming.

Anyway, so I’ve decided to take an idea from other bloggers. I’m opening my next post to you guys. Ask me some questions, it doesn’t matter what they are.

Have a great day!
Much Love,
K

* This may or may NOT be his real name

Ick..

So my grandfather will be arriving in town later today. I haven’t seen him in about a year, and he has NEVER been to my house. Which means…I had to clean like crazy.  Especially my roomie’s dog’s room. The problem with this is that I am allergic to dust. 
 

So Tara decided to make my mask into a monkey face, because I’m “Special”.

Heheh.

And I really do not want to go back to work today, but I think I might be hunted down and killed if I don’t go back.

 to Mim!!!! Go wish her a Happy Birthday!

Have a great day!!

Much Love,
K

:-)

And I’m back! Amazingly enough NOT burned, and not exactly tanned either. Isn’t it great how a few days out of town (coughatthebeachcough) can completely bring you back to life?  So are you ready for the run down (yes…I have pics) of my activities? Here we go!

 After nearly 5 hours in the car with my Mom we finally arrive in Wilmington. The original plan was to check out Historic Wilmington as we waited for our check in time in Carolina Beach. However, we were so turned around (technically we shouldn’t have been anywhere NEAR Wilmington yet, considering we were going down I-40. Which I saw the end of …very interesting to see a sign that California is quite a few miles away) we completely missed the turn off for the perserved town.  So instead we ended up heading towards Pleasure Island, which consists of Carolina Beach and Kure Beach (pronounced Kur-ee, we learned that quite quickly after being corrected numerous times by the overbearing maid at the hotel). Oh did I mention the bridge we had to cross over that was about 2 miles long? And my fear of bridges over water? Yeah that was freaking GREAT. 

 This picture was taken as I was whimpering curled into the floorboard of my mother’s little bitty car.

Eventually we were able to check into the hotel, and found it was not exactly what we were expecting. Hole in the wall, that’s the best way to explain it. But it was bug free and clean as you can expect for an ocean front hotel. And after visiting the near by pier and grabbing some grub at Jack Mackarals (the best crab dip..EVER) we were off exploring…the little bit that could be explored. 
Some how we found Fort Fisher before we realized it.
Fort Fisher was one of the last strong holds in the Civil War. And what’s left of it is…well nothing really, just what looks like sand dunes with a lot of grass on top.

The exhibit about Blackbeard’s Ship was interesting though.

On Tuesday we visited the beach, which was mostly deserted. Walking along finding shells to bring back to friends (Hey I’m poor…leave me alone!), laying out, and in general just relaxing.  Considering the water was too cold in both the pool and the ocean we decided to go to Historic Wilmington… or at least attempt to find it.
 

Only one word can describe the 1700 era houses and shops: gorgeous. I was mesmerized by the beauty of the town, the buildings were perfectly perserved and as I walked down the cobblestoned roads I felt as though every step took me further into the past. I can completely understand why so many films are shot there. We decided to take a carriage ride throughout the town to get a better view and a narrative journey (and to give our aching feet a rest). Our horse was Radar, a recently rescued horse from the Amish countryside in PA that would have been put out to pasture permanently had the company not bought him.
  

After viewing a set for a new slasher film, and seeing where President Wilson lived as well as the original armory for Fort Fisher we were brought to one of the most famous sets in Wilmington, have you guess it yet?

 

Yes, my friends that would be where Dawson’s Creek was filmed. (excuse the darker picture, I couldn’t get a close shot when it was still light and in the light picture you have to look PAST the tables)
Very interesting and we had a wonderful time.

As we were preparing to leave on Wednesday we decided to go through what was the Cotton Exchange; originally a major cotton exporting center that has been turned into 30 shops and dining areas.
 

I found an interesting shop there, called the Celtic Shop. Perfect place to find a gift for my roomie since she had taken care of both my mom and my animals while we were away. And I did find the perfect gift…
 A blessed rosary, from Ireland.

(Backstory: She gave her original beads to a friend once she found out she had a terminal disease, as it is custom to give the blessings to those who need it more than yourself. Though most of you do not know my room mate, and do not know the constant struggle for her to live daily life as normal as possible. Please trust, that she needs this more than anyone else I know.)

So I spent the little money I had to spend on myself for a reminder on her. For something I believe will bring her strength in the hard times she will undoubtly face. Obviously I had both the owner of the store and my mother in tears as we were leaving.

Being that where I live is predominately a Baptist area, it is extremely hard to find rosaries, and I was more than excited to get home to give her this.

I did learn quite a few things on this mini vacation:
*My mother and I are, in fact, exactly the same person…only I’m 20 years younger
* Kure Beach is actually Kur-ee…
* Wilmington is wonderful, and I would love to live there…which may happen. More on this later.
* True beauty is seeing your best friend accepting a gift from you and knowing that their tears show hope in their future for the first time since you’ve know them.

 

Enjoy the slideshow below of some of the other pics I took from the trip.

 
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Hope you all have a fantastic day!
Much Love,
K

I’m sorry, did you WANT to work?

Yesterday at about 2ish in the afternoon, most of us were droning on in our little cube worlds (technically I was reading blogs, trying to catch up…shh). When suddenly you heard -BOOM- and the power went out. After a few collective gasps my office stopped, expecting the lights to come back on. After about 10 minutes we realized they probably wouldn’t be coming back on anytime soon. And most of us started wondering around, gossiping and whatnot. I called my roomie (she works right up the street from me) and found she too had no power, resulting in a few mins of terror at her work place. She works at a retirement home, that just so happens to have high elopement risks. Yeah, you can imagine the choas. So glad I do not work there anymore.

While we were waiting to see if we were going to have to stay or not myself and two other co-workers were looking at pictures from one of their birthday parties the night before, and I suddenly remember…hey I have my camera!

So there you go. The one with the pink stripes is my cousin (who just found out she’s having a boy!!!) and the one in the red stripes is V (it was her birthday party). Happy Birthday if you’re reading this!!

About 10 minutes after this picture was taken, HR dismissed us for the day. (wohoo!) Apparently there had been an accident and the car happened to pick the pole that had the transformer. Causing the entire street to go down. This is the busiest street in my town folks, needless to say it got ugly. Traffic lights were old, the entire shopping center beside of us went out with people inside, people in elevators etc.

To avoid the craziness I decided to go through the mall parking lot that is on the other side of my work. When I spotted a very familiar car with a HUGE horde (WoW reference…forgive me) symbol on the back. Ah ha! Mim’s husband just so happened to be working at his store! And being that I’m nosey, I went in and chitchatted with him and a guy I went to school with for a bit. (this caused a sudden realization on the 6th I have been out of school for 5 years…ouch.)

So that was the excitment of the day, probably the week. And I got to get out of work two hours early and got paid! WOHOO!!!

This will be my last post until next Thursday.  I will be sure to take plenty of pictures sadly the hotel we’ll be staying at does not have wireless so my taking the laptop will be useless. But I’m taking it anyway to download the pictures.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and next week. 

Much Love,
K