Hello. I am not dead. PLUS, I HATE MY NEW NEIGHBOR.!! FAT BLOG POST!!!

Before anything, we shall discuss my new neighbor. This person has only been here for three days, and already, I have made some incredibly distressing observations:

1. There is a very cheesy, shellacked dresser that someone left in front of the hedge at the bottom of the stairs. I am guessing it broke when they tried to carry it upstairs, but instead of taking it over to the dumpster, they just left it by the bushes.
2. Every day, there has been some weird note stuck to her door from random people. I haven't gotten up the balls to read them, because it's not really any of my business, but the handwriting is loopy, and appears to belong to a stripper.
3. The neighbor owns a BICHON FRISE. I hate curly dogs. Period.
4. The neighbor, who is female, has had NO FEWER than FIVE DIFFERENT MEN over in less than a THREE DAY PERIOD. And I'm not talking good, or even decent-looking men. I am talking about scary, bearded, RAW men, with bandannas tied around their heads, and workboots on. I doubt they have even showered before coming over.
   
5. When I came home today, there was all this SHIT just PILED at the top of the stairs, on the landing. There's some huge backing to a cheap shelf, a box full of cheap shoes, TWO BAGS OF EFFING GARBAGE, and a small pile of self-help books, of which the top one reads, "FEELING GOOD: HOW TO DEAL WITH EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE." Great.
   
6. She has some manner of job where she comes and goes LATE, like past eleven. She does not dress like someone with an education, or even someone with a great deal of street sense.

I cannot deal with all this SHIT at the top of the stairs. Here. I will post a picture.

If anyone has some advice, I would love to hear it, because right now I am having fantasies of taping all of her garbage to her door.

Anyway.

I HAVE NOT TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT AFI, which was LOVELY.....here is a photo:
We were right in the front....had a fantastic time. I love, love, love them.

I think I already mentioned that I got a new tattoo:

AFI stands for "A Fire Inside". This one was done at Southpaw Tattoo in San Antonio.

It's late, folks, and I have group tomorrow, and I want to get to sleep before midnight, so I'm going to shove off now, and try to forget about my neighbor, who will heretofore be known as "Bambi".

Ugh.

UGH! Facebook Rant, Sickness, Not even any good photos.

I don't even have a photo for you today. Not even a bad one.

It seems like since Thanksgiving, I have had some physical malady plaguing my general health.

First, it was the piercing. I pierced my bottom lip, on the right side. I absolutely adored it. It didn't hurt too badly, and really didn't swell...until about a week afterwards. The piercing itself was fine. It wasn't infected, what did swell up was the area of my lip right above the piercing. It swelled up so much that the skin broke, and everything stung like hell. It wouldn't go down, and the skin on the inside of my lip started to swell around the back of the post. Needless to say, it drove me to distraction and I had to take it out, which I was LOATHE to do, but had no choice. After a visit to my friend the doctor, she told me that I was ALLERGIC TO THE STAINLESS STEEL POST. What? I have stainless steel in my nose, I've had it in my tongue, NEVER had a problem. She tells me that the skin on the lip is more sensitive. Great. Allergic to stainless steel. Hope I never have to get any kind of lip surgery. Anyway, I loved the piercing, it was a pain in my craw to take it out, but as soon as I did, it healed up within two days, and the swelling was gone.

shit.

AFTERWARDS, I had to wait for the broken skin on my lip to heal, which took forever, and it HURT like a fever blister, but it wasn't a fever blister, it was a laceration, and it stung and throbbed like a robin's ass for almost a week. Then it went away.

I also got another tattoo, on the inside of my left wrist, thereby completely convincing my mother that I am either a devil worshiper, or an anarchist, or both. It has healed relatively well, but, thanks to the bitter cold weather (which i love, don't get me wrong) is still kind of dry-ish. I'm hoping that's temporary. I am also recovering from a sinus/respiratory infection that I came down with on Saturday and had to get a shot for on Monday. I still don't feel super, and my entire left sinus cavity is clogged and being difficult. I wish they could Roto-Rooter your sinuses.

Anyway, I'm about to go to bed, but first, a Facebook rant. This is not the first time anyone has typed this, but I'm going to just say it for myself:

I do not want to play Farmville. I do not want to know What Type of Alcohol You Are. I do not want to see that you have sent a "BLOND (misspelling copied from the actual post) WITH OILED UP MELONS" to your friends. I do not care that you cleaned your fish tank. I do not want to know Who Is Your True Love or what Sex In The City Character Are You. I do not want to see photos you took of yourself that give me a glimpse of your: a) cleavage; b)drunk face; or c) your cleavage or your drunk face. While I am quite sure that I have probably annoyed others with my own Facebook, activity, I am sick and cranky enough right now that I am comfortable just bitching about the violations listed above.

Ugh.

WTF???? Adam Lambert and Patty the Hamster Discussions.

Before I show you the picture that made me AUDIBLY GASP in my own home, I will state the following facts:

• I do NOT watch American Idol.
• I DID, however, see that Adam Lambert guy sing once and I was like, "He's hot."
• I also know that he is gay, and there is nothing wrong with a gay guy being hot.

That being said, I saw that his new album (release date next Tuesday) is a top seller on Amazon, so I previewed the song snippets. First of all...I didn't like the music, which kind of sucks, because I wanted to like it. THEN, I saw THIS:

I'm sorry...WHO is the concept artist here? There's no doubt that he's an extremely impressive-looking person....and I like eyeliner on guys, but EYESHADOW? DRAG QUEEN EYESHADOW? A BLACK FINGERLESS GLOVE WITH CHAINS ON IT? A DEMURE VIGNETTE AROUND HIS BARE HAIRLESS SHOULDERS AND CHEST? A NEBULA IN THE BACKGROUND???????????

I gaped for like, thirty whole seconds. It's beautiful, but in an "OMG is this real" kind of way. Could they possibly have included any more stereotypical gay elements in this assemblage? I do not think so.

Oh, Adam.

Anyway, sorry I've been out. The past two weeks have been very busy....work continues to be a little more time-consuming than usual, I've gotten all new clients at my contract job and have been running intakes for a month straight on Wednesdays, and I have a craft class thing that I'm doing in December, so I've been preparing for that as well. Tomorrow is my last day of work and then I'll be on vacation for ten days, but I'm bringing my laptop, so I should be able to update periodically.

The only other update is about Patty, my hamster. To make a long story short, I heard her messing around so loudly the other morning that she woke me up, and when I got up to see what she was doing, I was greeted by this:
Now, she's done this tons of times before. She stuffs all the paper under the wheel so it won't turn and then climbs on the wheel and tries to jump onto the edge of the tank. At this point, she turns around and looks at me:
and then JUMPS OUT OF THE TANK and proceeds to FALL THREE FEET ONTO THE FLOOR and since there's nowhere for her to go but towards me, she scampers, resigned, over to me where I scoop her into her stupid hamster elevator and put her BACK in the tank, and I scold her (while wagging my finger at her, no less) telling her that she fell the equivalent of like, FIFTY HAMSTER STORIES and was probably hemorrhaging, and I was NOT going to take her to the Hamster E.R., and she was grounded from her wheel for a whole hour. Dammit.

So now, my friend is calling me from a gay bar in Galveston called The Pink Dolphin and telling me everything that is going on out on the back porch area.

I shall leave you with that. See? Pink Dolphin, full circle to the Adam Lambert photo.

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving! Talk at you's soon.
Kim

P.S. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want his mascara, though.

Lucky 7....

A somewhat relaxing weekend. I chose to, instead of doing laundry, take out my watercolors and actually watch some tutorials, which helped. Here is a list of things I learned that anyone who knows anything about watercolor painting already knows, and you will think I am Totally Stupid, but here it goes:

• You have to stretch the paper. This consists of taping your watercolor paper down with masking tape to a special board (which, lo and behold, I already had) because you are going to wet it like, fifty thousand times, and it's going to just warp and curl up everywhere if you don't tape it down.
• Before you even start to paint, you have to wet the whole paper down, and then let it dry, so it can do its "primary warping", or whatever.
• I WAS smart enough to draw my picture onto the paper with waterproof ink. Go me.
• Start with the lightest color first.
• One cup holds dirty water, one cup holds clean water.

Give me a break. I totally cannot paint. I can crochet you a universe of useless dolls, but I cannot paint. ANYHOW, I found an image on Flickr that seemed kind of easy to draw. (Credit for the image can be found here ==> (click.) I still have a lot to learn...particularly, how to blend colors, and just general shading techniques, but I was not altogether disgusted by the end result:
I also was wandering around my house with my camera, and got this sweet shot of Raggedy Ann sitting on a bowl of yarn:


Regarding life details, not much is going on. I just realized that it's going to be somewhat of a full week....I have a few appointments on Monday and Tuesday, plus I have to go to Andrews on Tuesday and do an intake and run group....then Wed. I have off, which is completely useless, because I have to work on Thursday. Off on Friday, then working on Saturday running the chaperone program AND polygraphs, no work on the Monday after that, then work the 17th-19th, and THEN, I'm OFF for like a BILLION days.

I am so sure you wanted to know all that.

The FUN info, is that my week off will hopefully include the following:

• Lip piercing. Yay!
• New tattoo. Yay!
• Help brother and his family move in. Not so Yay.
• Thanksgiving.
• AFI. TRIPLE YAY!
• Shopping. Yay!

Life is sweet. Like Raisinets.

SHELDON!!!!!

Finished this just a little while ago....
(See credit and pattern in previous post).

Never was there a better T.V. character than Sheldon Cooper.

P.S. Yarn has gone up SIXTY CENTS in less than a year. I thought they were cloning sheeps!! It should be cheaper!!

yes, I know, "sheeps" is not right.

Awesome Meatloaf turned out very well.

Yay!

Michael Jackson, Michale Graves, Yarn, and Meatloaf.

"Such an eclectically entitled blog post!", you might say. That is because I had the day off, since I had to work on Halloween, which, for the duration of my employment with probation, will be "Smelloween". ANYWAY, I got up early/late, depending on what time I decided to ignore, and went to Hobby Lobby, because some brilliant, awesome crocheter posted THIS on Craftster.
She was rad enough to offer her PATTERN for FREE, and now I am going to try it, even though I abhor changing yarn colors in the middle of a project.

After picking up the yarn for the aforementioned project, I went to the grocery store, which I REALLY dislike doing, but it was made bearable by the fact that through most of it, I was able to listen to all of my Michael Jackson songs in a row before my Zune died right in the middle of "The Way You Make Me Feel." Billie Jean is one of the best songs ever.

Then I got home, unloaded everything, and laughed at myself because I bought some actual "snooty" groceries, as evidenced by the following photos:
I can't say "Grey Poupon" without laughing.
And what the hell is coriander?

So, I'm cooking Awesome Meatloaf, which Eric and I actually used to call "Damn Meatloaf" and now I can't remember why. I haven't eaten since about...oh, 4:00 yesterday, so I'm famished. I listened to all my Michael Jackson songs again, and Michale (spelled correctly) Graves is next on the playlist, and he is rad too, so now I'm doing that. Does anyone know who Michale Graves is? WITHOUT GOOGLING HIM?
I'll let you know how the meatloaf turns out.

...And it's only 2:00pm. I love November.

Bunnies and Mushrooms,
Kim

Obey: Make Art, Not War

Bought this today at Zumiez...LOVE IT.

I also bought a 10/12 script wheel for the Smith-Corona typewriter I got for FREE on Freecycle.com, thank you, eBay.

It was a bad weekend for lip piercing. I'm going to have to wait until the 19th. >:(

My birthday is in a few days!!!!

Loves!!!!