Category: Kim’s Crazy Blog
Discombobulated
Discombobulated. That is the best word I can use to describe my summer. Everything we own is in the wrong spot. We own way too much stuff. It is amazing what you accumulate in seven years in a home and 20 years […]
No Tan Lines
To whom it may concern: Thank you so much for pointing out to me that I “need to get some sun”. In all of my 45 years I hadn’t noticed that my skin in perpetually pasty white.
He’s looking at me funny…
When Michael was three weeks old Ashley announced with much disgust “he’s looking at me funny!” and the sibling rivalry began. What I had pictured as a Norman Rockwell relationship became a battlefield of “I had it first” and “he’s touching me!”. […]
There is something so wrong with this story.
This week in Pennsylvania a mother was issued a citation for harassment. She was found guilty of cleaning her 26 year old sons bathroom with his toothbrush and then replacing it in the holder. The mother stated that the bathroom had not […]
ITunes has tuned me out!
Last Thursday night my son Michael ask if he could order an app off iTunes. I said yes and proceeded to pay with my debit card. BIG MISTAKE!!! I checked my account the next day and discovered that I had been charged […]
Hard times
Well, with the flood of 2010 dried out and all water damaged areas demolished we begin the process of a major remodel that was completely unplanned. The kind folks at the flooring store called to inform us today that our hardwood was […]
you can’t take a cat to Wal-mart. This I know for sure. I came upon this knowledge once hot summer night in Tennessee while visiting my niece Taylor. Taylor and I were were visiting my best friend from high school Sherri when […]
Don’t call me unless the house is on fire…or flooding..
What started out Sunday with a hysterical phone call from my daughter Ashley has turned into a full blown disaster I was at work when the 911 call came and all I could understand was something about water. I rushed home to […]
Last night a friend of mine was complaining about turning 40. She had found a hair on her upper lip and was mortified. I didn’t want to be the one to inform her (but I did) that she was in the Karen […]