Why I Love Turkey Day

I'm no history buff. I'm pretty self-centered & live in the now & what concerns me. This is partially explains my love for the wonderfully delicious Turkey Day. Why, you ask?

I was born November 23rd, 1978...TURKEY DAY!!! It may not be this year, but in 1978 it was, look it up people. (See, all about me?!)

I also love Turkey Day for the most wonderful food ever. I love turkey & stuffing & bread (screw veggies) & mashed potatoes & pumpkin pie. Sure you end up w/the worst food hangover ever, but it is soooo worth it! (Can you tell I'm a fat person living in a fat person's body? I love food!)

Family gets together, & while you love them all, you know some sort of drama will ensue. If everyone brings tasty treats, you are willing to forgive them. Non-tasty treats, then nope, you'll never forgive. Fine, maybe you'll forgive them, but you'll never forget the non-tasty treats they brought & will find a way to get even...



I hope everyone has a wonderful (drama-free) Thanksgiving.

Peace & Love!


*Cute turkey from photobucket.com

The Un-social Social Networker

Ok, unsocial, antisocial. Tomay-to, tomah-to.

It's weird, at least for me, that I can spill (some of) my guts & talk to y'all through here or Twitter or Facebook & yet, I can't talk to you in person or where I'm in a position to be seen.

I went to the LA Mom's Night Out (put on by Mom TV ) last night & mainly stayed to myself or with the few people I knew. Kadi came outside to get me because I was being paged by Nicole & Gena online. I was inside long enough to wave hi to the camera & then slink back to my safe place.

I have been like this my entire life. I am always nervous around new people & I am nearly terrified in group situations (doesn't matter if I know people or not). I don't like to be the focus of anything (which is amazing since this is all about me, right?). A month or so ago, the lovely, beautiful, & silly, Brittany Greer posted my "Meet the Bloggers". My motto? Don't Trip (also known as the theme of my wedding day).

Right now because I don't feel good about myself, it's even worse. I feel (& look) fat & ugly, & that makes me even more uncomfortable around people.

If you meet me, please don't take my standoffishness (real word?) as me being bitchy or conceited or thinking I'm better than everyone around me (yes, I've heard all these things from people~after they took the time to get to know me.), I'm just shy. I'm not saying I'm not a bitch, cuz I totally am, but just give me a chance.

Maybe I will get better. Maybe I won't. I don't know.

I will make you all share my love of Glee.

Peace & Love.

Bikes, Buses, & Walkers, Oh My!

When I was younger, it was cool to walk to ride our bikes. It meant that we were grown up enough to do these things on our own. The joy of walking from point A to Point B without supervision was an awesome thing. Riding our bikes was even more freeing (until I fell).

Then I was old enough to drive & that didn't happen so much anymore. Then driving was the bestest thing ever! We could go even further distances unsupervised (& we did!).

When did it happen that I actually started to pity the people who are seen still walking or biking to Point B. It's not only me, I'm sure (I hope). I look at the people without cars & it's like an L magically appears on their forehead.

What the hell is wrong with me? They're the ones getting exercise every day (while others do it on their treadmills & stationary bikes~don't they know they're getting nowhere?!), saving money on the million dollars per gallon gasoline (while we're loading up our very thirsty guzzlers). They can actually see the new buildings that have gone up around where I grew up as I whizz by in the car (barely missing them cuz they need to get the hell out of the street).

And the bus?! I've never used one for every day travel, so I'm extremely spoiled & snotty on that count! Poor shmoes getting where they need to be for cheap...& being chauffeured. Hmmm...Mike! We need a physical tour of bus-dom, please! (You'll love Mike's stories!)

Has it always been like this? Is it just our generation? Is it just me? (You bastards~not you Holly~yelling at the bicyclists better not just say it's me!)

Please give me your feedback.



Peace & Love

No Longer at the Innsane...Obviously

I will be polishing this up, making it more me, but I just wanted to take the time to say "Hi" & "I'm baaaack!"

For anyone with questions about what happened, please note there is absolutely no animosity between Kadi & myself. Miss Kadi is a busy girl with a lot on her plate. And while I couldn't hold down the Innsane on my own, she has enough faith in me to push my ass into doing another blog. I almost said no because I was afraid I destroyed The Innsane. All of Kadi's readers love her (with good reason) & that left me with pretty big shoes to fill.

For anyone new, who doesn't know me: Hi, my name is Kim & I will be your server tonight. I am a 30 year old wife, mother & all around pain in the ass. I wish I had ADD because it would explain a lot about my thought process, but I don't think I do.

"I'm a joker. I'm a smoker. I'm a midnight toker." Ok, I'm only a smoker, but it sounded good. A lot of my thoughts are in song, which confuses some people (Kadi thought I was a really good writer every time I would send her the lyrics to whatever song was in my head.)

I am currently unemployed, but working on a new venture. I am probably the shittiest Avon Lady there is.

I have a few tattoos (If 6 counts as a few) & will probably end up with a few more. Here's a pic of my latest, courtesy of our Moms Gone Wild Day.

I will be walking in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer again this year, so the smoking will have to come to an end sometime soon.

Peace & love be with you. And if that doesn't work for you, how about a kick in the keister?

Thank you for visiting & I hope you come back soon!