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I was seriously thinking of making KittyKitty a done deal – like, no more. Ya, the bastards got me down – of course I’m referring to the comment trash. But then I saw that there were actually 2 real comments in the last post. Will wonders never cease?? So I guess it is possible for friends to comment. hmm.

I can’t tell if I can rename the comments, because so many other parts of the template refer to the “comments” that if I renamed them, wouldn’t I have to change any other reference to “comments?” Hell if I know.

Hey, besides that, did I tell you recently that life is good? It is. Rain and all. Today my tunes of choice is Jimi. Reminds me of when I listened to the album new… we lived in the country-ish. Sort of a suburb of Milwaukee, but not really. Now a person can’t get a home in the area under… well, let’s just say it’s a super trendy and expensive town. It’s on a little lake – the same lake that I used to fish off of our pier with my grampa, and when I helped clean the fish we caught, I liked to pop the eyeball lens out of the fish’s eye. It was like a mini crystal ball. Cool, huh?

Anyway, my grandparents were making the little cottage into their retirement home, and we lived there until grampa retired in a year. My room was upstairs, and there was just drywall up. Well, I had a slumber party and we decided to paint the walls, since they would be covered up eventually anyway. Wooowee! Psychedelic man. Poster paints, all over – just crazy, groovy, early 70’s “art” galore. Unfortunately, when they tried to paint over all of that graffiti, it was NOT an easy task – that poster paint was super absorbed into the dry wall. Whoopsie. In fact, once it was painted over, I could still make out a lot of the old stuff if I looked hard enough. Fun.

It was all Jimi’s fault.
And the wind cries Mary….
;)

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I don’t know if I can write and listen to my music CD of choice (as opposed to random radio tunes) at the same time. Especially one that I haven’t heard in awhile. If I was strictly working and creating, that’s a different scenerio, which is what I was doing prior to my *epiphany* moment.

You know, when a huge swell of contentment and mellowness overcomes your entire body, and you just want to hug the world? Well, it just happened to me, and suddenly I felt like listening to some of my flashback tunes. But how can you just listen to Elton John without singing along??

So. Yes, I’m having a wonderful day so far. Finally getting my to-do list down to a more managable size. yay. That’s the downside of going on vacation—the pile of work remains, and then some.

Currently, I’m struggling with a decision on whether or not to take on a huge web project. Probably one of the biggest I’ve ever encountered in the last 8 yrs of my biz. I’m just always so afraid of making a commitment. What if I can’t do it? What if the very thought of sitting down to work on the job stresses me out and makes me want to puke? You can’t just stop in the middle of it and say “sorry, I just can’t do anymore.” Nope. No can do.

Hubby understands for the most part. But the big $$ signs distract him from the reality of whether or not I can indeed do the job. Of course, he also casually mentioned that I’d be able to finally buy this or that – things that I’ve only dreampt of buying sometime in the future. Gee, thanks darlin.

SOoooo, anyway. That’s the latest dealio over here. We shall see where the road leads me.

BTW, I had to turn Elton off to write this. Ha. What a dork.
c’yall later.

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I’m having “Muffins with Mom” tomorrow with my mumsy. Another wild social event at the Home. Seriously, they’re always having funnish events over there. Pretty cool.

My daughter will be lollygagging around Boston this weekend. So no mummy events over here. Lollygagging. Where in the world did that word ever come from?? Lolly; lollipop? Gag; the act of retching, expelling stomach contents. Lollygagging; Sticking said lollipop too far down making one puke? geesh.

Okeee, fast forward about… mmm… 20 minutes. I just nodded off briefly (saved lives today) and now the paragraph that I painstakingly kept my eyeballs open long enough to write, seems quite trivial. So I just spared you the pain of reading it and swept it into the gar-bage. whoopee.

Think I’d better get this butt to bed. OH! Almost forgot. If you are so inclined, wanna vote for the KittyKitty in our local online magazine thingie? For the “blog o’ the week?” That would be loverly. Gracias!

ok. c’yall later. Nitey-nite.
xoxo

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Hola all! Back from Vegas and refreshed and rejuvenated, for the time being anyway. Ate a lot, walked a lot, and got a lot of sun. 90 degrees and up -woowoo.

Know what else I was thinking of as I floated in the pool? I want a complete back piece tattoo. Yup. And I want Chris Garver of Miami Ink to do it (Ami’s a hottie) but Chris would be better for me, I think. Yes I know, expensive and a long wait more than likely. But I decided if I ever get another tattoo, I want it to be a piece of artwork. It’s going to last forever and I won’t settle for less. Hubby said we could drive down on the bike someday and hang out in Miami South Beach for a bit. I’m also considering adding a bit of my own artwork to the mix. So that’s the latest poop in this brain o’ mine. We shall see.

We did go to the Palms just to check out the Hart & Huntington Tattoo Shop for kicks. eh, not impressed although I did see a couple of the artists from the show mulling around. I don’t even like the show particulary, but wanted to see the shop anyway.

Luckily I didn’t have to go and save lives today, but it is my weekend there. Oh well, party’s over.

I’m pooped. Just wanted to say hey, and I’ll talk to y’all later.

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So many times I think about how I’d like to share something that happened, but then when it comes around to actually writing in here, I think, “oooh, forget it.” So I don’t.

I wanted to share my shopping for clothes story the other day… how much it sucked because the styles all stink right now. I do NOT want to wear capri pants or jeans. They look ridiculous on short people like myself. The fabrics and colors are very cool though. Very “flash-back-ish” for me — beautiful. But the clothing that they’re being used for look like maternity tops for small boobies and no butt. yuk.

I do love the “Lucky” brand clothes – all of which I owned when they didn’t have a label. They were called “damned hippie clothes” at that time. I even saw a collection of Lucky jeans that had patches on them – freakin’ material patches that weren’t sewn on because of holes in the jeans, but just for looks.

Man, I had a pair of jeans that were practically ALL patched up ‘cos they needed the sewing to keep them in one piece! oh yes, back in the day.

Why the clothes shopping all of a sudden? (I’ve been on a clothes shopping hiatus for quite some time now). Well, hubby and I are flying to Vegas on Sunday. Thank God! If there was ever a perfect time for a vacation, it’s now. Way, way too much happening lately. It’s been crazy – from all ends around here. I’m just looking forward to laying around by the pool, walking down the strip, having sex without a dog sniffing around or barking to come in the bedroom, and just generally chillin’ out. Know what I mean?

Dang. And the spam in the comments is bummin’ me out. I don’t know how to do any of the suggestions that you guys offered last time. Ryan, I can’t do the “kismet” thing, or whatever it’s called, ‘cos you need a key which apparently just comes with a free site, or something ridiculous like that. Annie, don’t know how to “rename” the comments… it all just sucks.

Anyway, I think I’m going to go now. Just checkin’ in. Nothing too gnu. Hope you’re all just peachy.
xoxo

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Guess I’ll have to monitor the comments again. dagnabbit.

Off to save lives.
*Hi all*
*Bye!*