tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55650862011-07-28T11:17:56.820-04:00Random Thoughts of a Failed Southern BelleKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02021517668116057937noreply@blogger.comBlogger1961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5565086.post-1161192258708754772006-10-18T13:13:00.000-04:002006-10-18T13:24:18.736-04:00

Amazingly, people still check into my long dormant blog. While I continually think, "Hey, I should go update that thing" my motivation is often lacking. But it has been an eventful summer so here's a recap:When we last left Kim in May, she knew she was getting laid off at the end of June. Surprisingly, she was let go at the end of May instead.She was asked to come back to her job three weeks

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What HAVE I been doing with myself?Well, despite my last little missive, I am still employed, although the sands are ticking through the hourglass. My current position ends June 30. Nine people of our 13 person department were laid off in February, but I was given a bit of a reprieve. There may be a new position for me at my current employer, but that whole angle is very underdeveloped at the

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On the first day of lay offs my true love gave to me:An aspirin for my aching headOn the second day of lay offs my true love gave to me:Tylenol PM to sleepAnd an aspirin for my aching headOn the third day of lay offs my true love gave to me:Sake to relax meTylenol PM to sleepAnd an aspirin for my aching headOn the fourth day of lay offs my true love gave to me:Aleve for my throbbing jawSake to

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Every single day that I venture out into the world (at least when I am in NYC), I end up having to ride on the Escalator of Insanity (see photo). The EOS is the conveyance that takes me down to my subway platform, and its approximately equal to about five flights of stairs. Actually, it's three separate escalators. In theory, one should be going down and two up (or vice versa) depending on rush

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PreenOriginally uploaded by vonvonvon. So there are a million things that have happened over the last few months... a trip to Memphis, another appearance on Entertainment Tonight, a Jerry Lewis celebrity sighting. And I've been feeling guilty for forsaking the blog. But rather than try to reconstruct the summer and fall, I'm just diving in with this story from yesterday.I went to staff the Pagan

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If I can eat a bowl of beefaroni while watching JAWS, does that mean I am jaded to violence?

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Isn't is just a wee bit absurd when the ONLY person protesting Pagan Pride Day is a Satanist? Yesterday was the Fifth Annual Pagan Pride Day. Thus, I am feeling slightly comatose today. But the event went swimmingly. And we just let our little protester do her thing, cause we pagans are all about free speech. And since she radiates teh crazy, we weren't too concerned about her being taken

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What better way to easy my way back into blogging than with a little famewhoring. Yes, it all seems so long ago, but the "make-up makeover" article is now in full glossy version and on newsstands. Ok… not EVERY newsstand. Mainly just Wal-Mart and Borders and Lane Bryant. But still!!! It's a national magazine. Anyway. It turned out alright. That's not my favorite "after" photo, but I shan't

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100_0505Originally uploaded by kimdog. Ok... I am really glad that all these celebs want to help the folks affected by Katrina by putting on a "show". But for chrissakes... I think that everyone, especially the hurricane victims, is sick of hearing songs like "Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans" and "Who'll Stop the Rain". Let's not be so goddamn literal .So maybe I'll try to start

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Ummmm.... yeah. Radio silence. Dead air. All I can say is that this has been a hectic summer, and not in a good way. But I will be back. Eventually.

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I generally try not to get to preachy in this particular forum. But I found this great article that sums up quite eloquently the bizarre reaction to the Dove "Real Women" ads. Because amazingly enough, there are people who are offended enough by the pictures of these women to get all uptight about it. And they are actually describing these women as "obese". Jesus Christ! What kind of body

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Occasionally, I will do or say something that betrays my upbringing in the redneck South. This morning for instance. After five solid minutes of my boy cat yowling at me for wet food, even though his bowl was full of dry food, I finally yelled "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna beat your ass!"In other pet news, I finally pimped out Turtle Turtles habitat. I wrote about feeling gulity for keeping

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I was talking with Sister today and she reminded me of one of our great family stories. In fact, its the only memorable story that my grandfather tells about his railroad days.My grandfather was a train engineer on the Illinois Central railroad. He was based out of Memphis and transported goods all over the midwest and southeast. He retired when in the mid seventies after decades on the line.

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Sorry that I haven't checked in this week. But really it was for the best. I have been in an extremely bad mood for most of the week. I feel mostly better this morning. But I think that's because I made myself a big ole screwdriver last night, knocked myself out, and slept for 10 hours.So it was mainly work that pissed me off. After my first summer vacation long weekend (this is my second of 5

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ContramanoOriginally uploaded by kimdog. So my friend John has parlayed his little music blog into a real job. His new gig is at Joe's Pub. And one of the benefits is that he is turning me onto some really great live music that I would never see otherwise.My first show in the cozy intimate atmosphere of the pub was an Argentinian/American pop band called Contramano. I had no idea what to

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When I moved to New York, one of the novelties I encountered was a sense of neighborhood. As the weeks passed, I would see the same people almost every day. People who lived in my building, the man who owns the grocery on the corner, the girl with the lazy eye at the Chinese take-out place... they all became familiar faces. I grew to know some of them better than others, exchanging hellos as

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So perhaps I am scattering my essential energies in a million directions these days, but I've started another blog. This one? Kimdog's Fat Celebrity News. Yup. It's entertainment news about fat celebrities. And I've decided to franchise the Kimdog name. Woot! So you should send me any news stories about size-positive celebrities (actors, writers, musicians, etc.) that you may see floating

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I think I had my first anxiety attack this morning. I turned on the news, and heard the news from London, and lost my shit. After about 15 minutes I calmed down enough to call the AW who has many close connections in London. He hadn't heard the news yet and I could barely get myself together enough to tell him. Happily, he checked back in with me later to tell me that all of his people were

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100_0282 Originally uploaded by kimdog. Guess what I did today! I road 17 miles down a mountain. On a bike. Without a helmet. The AW was annoyed with me when I disclosed that detail. Especially cause I’ve been such a nervous nelly about riding in the city. But my parents sort of acted like I was a pussy when I considered getting a helmet from the bike rental place. Not overtly discouraging me

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I am going to hang with my family in East TN for the holiday weekend. And I have been given very explicit instructions by my step-father. "You have only one job while you are here," he said, "and that is to take your mother and aunt out someplace where they can get a bunch of those fruity drinks they like and get 'em drunk".Evidently Momma and Auntie are stressed out to the point that they are

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Sunday was the NYC Gay Pride parade. My first if you can believe that. Since one of my gay husbands was in town, it seemed like the right time. We met up with rest of the NYC-based hot boy squad on a shady block on Fifth Ave. The parade was fun, and we managed to keep away from scary lesbians that might have beaten up my snarky boyfriends. We saw Hilary Clinton and Reverend Al. And drag

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Queer-Eye-cast Originally uploaded by kimdog. I had mixed reactions from friends and coworkers regarding my "after" look. The folks at work thought it looked "great". Like, I sorta felt like they were being way too polite and enthusiastic. One brave guy did admit that he much preferred my day look. My best girlfriends tried to convince me that what I thought was really way too much

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You know how you watch those makeover shows, and say, “Wow, I wish someone would do that for me?” Well, as luck would have it, someone DID do that for me.On Thursday, I was made over and photographed for an upcoming article in Figure Magazine, the only national glossy plus-size fashion magazine. No, it wasn’t one of those crazy “extreme” makeovers. Rather, it was a makeover that was geared to

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I had one of the craziest days in recent memory yesterday. It started with getting a makeover for an article in a national fashion magazine and ended with me cutting line in front of the entire cast of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy to get into a club to see my gay husband. I'll spill the details tomorrow. There will be pictures and stuff.Man. I am really tired.

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1. The girls (four of them) who were standing on the subway stairs talking. People are trying to get in and out of the station dumbasses.2. The woman who took a free AM New York paper, then stood directly in front of the paper box, rooting around in her SUV of a stroller. When I said "Excuse me", she gave me a dirty look.3. The man moving into my building last night. We have one elevator in

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at Kimdog Central.I've been feeling a little guilty about the current situation of the miracle turtle. Since I figured the turtle's stay would be a temporary one, I didn't invest too much in his accommodations. He lives in a Rubbermaid container with a couple of rocks. Unfortunately, it isn't clear plastic, so he doesn't have much of a view. Which was fine for the time being. But it's

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So its five thousand degrees today in NYC. We are in the middle of a freakish heat wave after a non-existant spring. And today I decided to take a stand. I have liberated my upper arms from the confines of sleeves. Yes, I know that I've been out of the closet as a fat girl for some time now. Yet and still, years of internal and external body hate have instilled hesitancy to go sleeveless,

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In most of my serious relationships, I've never even met my S.O.'s mother because she was estranged, in another country, or dead. Ah, but then there was Annie. She was the mother of Pauly, my longest live-in boyfriend, and the only guy with which marriage was a looming possibility. Our relationship ended after four years for a number of "it's not you, it's me" reasons. I was still trying to

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0030851-R1-E017 Originally uploaded by kimdog. So rather than feeling guilty about neglecting this here blog, I am going to take a brief hiatus. I’ve just not had many bloggable thoughts of late, and I’ve not been inspired to reflect on the past. Lord knows that we don’t need any more posts like that last one. I think I just need a break... like a couple of weeks. I know that I will have

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Q-TIP-WARNING Originally uploaded by The Rocketeer. I have a confession to make. I've been harboring an OCD compulsion for years. Unfortunately, it isn't anything useful, like cleaning the house or brushing my teeth. And at the risk of disclosing too many "personal details", I am going to lay it out on the line. I compulsively clean my ears. With Q-tips. At least five times a day.

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I've got some big news! Only I can't give specifics at the moment. But I can give some hints.1) I am expanding my blog empire. Yes, I will soon have three blogs which I can occasionally neglect. I am still working on the content of Blog Number Three (and no, this one isn't about sex), but it will be up by the weekend. And it features merchandise.2) Just when I thought I had reached the peak

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-cackle- Originally uploaded by desecration smile. My sister has gorgeous bright red hair. And while I feel like a red head in my soul, I was not blessed with naturally red hair. Therefore, I bless myself every four weeks. Once you get in the groove of coloring your own hair, it becomes a pretty routine task. Other that being careful not to spatter the dye around (which I still manage

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101_0073 Originally uploaded by kimdog. Woot! I got a bicycle, I got a bicycle! I've been thinking the matter over for a little while, and now through the generosity of my dear friend Marshall, I have one. It's one that he hasn't ridden in a couple of years, but it's in good shape and just needs a little TLC. It's a sturdy hybrid (perfect for a sturdy girl). My new bike ain't pretty, but

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alf-ppl3 Originally uploaded by kimdog. Yeehaw. It's been a rather busy couple of weeks, and I am still a little wiped. The family had a lovely visit, jam packed with sightseeing. Not only was I able to conjure a natural disaster for them (see below), but we also stumbled upon a swarming mass of celebrity goodness.The warm up was at lunch, when Alf's dad, Max Wright left the cafe just as we

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I promise that I haven't forsaken this blog! Updates to follow... with celebrities!

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This image is about half a block from where I live. There's nothing like coming home to dozens of fire trucks, police cars, and the Red Cross clogging your street. After I ascertained that my building was not on fire, I was less concerned. Then I ducked into a laundromat where people were huddled around a TV.This giant retaining wall collapsed and covered the northbound lanes of the Henry

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As proclaimed by his honor, the Adventurous Wayfarer, this Thursday the fifth of May, in the year of our lord Two Thousand and Five, is officially named Alton Brown Day. The reason? Because we saw him, no.... we conjured him out of thin air at the Chelsea Market. To be fair, the Chelsea Market building is the home of the Food Network. So it wasn’t completely off the wall that Mr. Brown

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Also known as the worst date of my life. I met this guy online. Let's call him Dick. He was an artist, writer, and photographer. He was cute (according to the picture he sent me), and we had a couple of good phone conversations. My usual routine when I find myself interested in someone from the cyber universe is to meet them as soon as possible. That is, as soon as I have surmised that they

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. Oh my god. I really do think "the mood" is back. Because I just paid for 6 months of renter's insurance. Basically, the sum total of my possessions are insured for 30k. Evidently that's standard (ha, suckers!). Although I really have no idea what my possessions are worth truth be told. My furniture is a mix of family hand-me-downs, trash picking finds, and Pier 1 Imports clearance and

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duckbonnet1Originally uploaded by kimdog. I have a tendency towards procrastination. And when it comes to certain things, I have to be "in the mood" before I can even begin to deal with them. Even if it's something that I was once very excited and motivated about, if the mood passes, I can put things on the backburner for days... or months.About six months ago I got several things in my head

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fatgirlfleamarketOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Go see Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room. This movie explores the ambition, the greed, the financial impropriety, and the political relationships in a compelling and easy to understand way. You will not only be shocked by the degree to which Enron cooked the books, but also by the complicity of financial, legal and regulatory bodies that should

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My fellow southerner, Steve, over at The Sporting Life tagged me for this Triple Play quiz. I both enjoy and loathe these types of questionnaires. They make think about things in a concrete way and then commit them to cyber paper. And since I am a Pisces, concreteness and commitment can be a bit of a struggle. But here's what I came up with:Three Names You Go By: Kim, Kimberly, KimdogThree Screen

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pipeOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Tobacco was rather ubiquitous in my childhood. On long road trips, I remember driving past miles of incredibly lush green fields. Tobacco, despite it's derision, is quite a beautiful plant. Then in late summer, the fields would be stripped and old weathered barns would be stuffed with bundles of green-drying-to-gold leaves hanging from the rafters. The smell of

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(This post has nothing to do with Napolean Dynamite . But I do think that movie is friggin awesome! I've watched twice and laughed alot. But now my lips hurt real bad!)To the folks who are finding this blog through via a link to the Les Toil "Swimmers" picture, can someone tell me where that link originates? There have been a bunch of people flying through lately, and I can't figure out where

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Possum202 Originally uploaded by kimdog. Sister and I were typical siblings. Our childhood relationship was marked by lots of bickering, random violence and occasional truces. We often reminisce over the ways we were wounded by each other. I remember knocking the breath out of her by kicking her in the stomach, and pinning her to the floor by standing on her hair. She once pulled me

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Ghosts on Park AvenueOriginally uploaded by dshearer. The day I moved to NYC is something of a blur. On a Saturday morning, I took a train from Delaware with two giant suitcases and a brief case. I nearly died climbing up from the bowels of Penn Station to the street with all that luggage. A friend of mine is fond of saying about Penn Station, "We used to enter the city like kings, now we crawl

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R. told me he loved me at a rock show in a bar near Wall St. in mid October. We had spent the weekend together, finally parting on a Sunday afternoon. I had tickets to see David Bowie at St. Ann's Warehouse in Brooklyn. R's band was playing in a six band lineup that he had organized at some obscure bar on Pearl Street. I told him I would try to make it down there after the Bowie show if it didn't

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nyc backyard Originally uploaded by kimdog. I am enjoying one of my newfound vacation days. But I shan't laze the day away. My goal today is to take care of some housekeeping issues. My mother, sister and aunt are coming to visit next month, so I need to de-ghetto the apartment. Primarily my fugged ub bathroom. I have chronicled my potty issues before. It took three months, but they finally

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100_0534Originally uploaded by kimdog. Alright, so what have I been doing for the last week? I bought a new digital camera, for one. My old camera was a ratty 1.3 mega pixel. My new camera is a shiny 5.0 mega pixel Kodak Easy Share. The Adventurous Wayfarer trudged out to Best Buy with me in the midst of a monsoon to act as my technology consultant. We got soaked, but I left with the camera I

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Kim and Shan Originally uploaded by kimdog. So Sister has gotten plenty of airtime on this here blog. And since I've used her interest in defleshing and bad reaction to drugs as blog fodder, the least I can do is wish her the most wonderful birthday ever!On a side note, the cat in that picture is the only one we ever had as children. Her name was Creampuff. She disappeared one day, and

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In rare form, I left the isle of Manhattan twice this weekend. Since there have been stretches of months where I have remained in my little uppity urban enclave, this is something of an accomplishment. On Friday night, the AW and I made a road trip up to Arthur Avenue in the Bronx with my friends Marsh, Deb, and Michael. Arthur Avenue is home to old-school Italian restaurants, like Little

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Yes, updates are slow at the moment. Since I made my momentous Easter candy essay, I haven't been struck by any amazing stories or occurrences worth blogging. Additionally, the AW has finally returned stateside after a month in London, so I've been spending time making googley eyes at him. And lastly, I am spending considerable time working on my other blog, Private Booth.OK, you guys may be

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prairieredux Originally uploaded by kimdog. As promised, a special guest review from Sister I just lept from the couch after watching the first installment of the afore mentioned new Little House miniseries. I'll cut to the overall critique: LOVED IT! There are of course the inconsistencies I will address momentarily, but over all, I found this to be well done for a TV special.

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Thanks, Hershey's!Originally uploaded by Fant. We all know that I am a very candy centered person. And as such, I've developed some theories on the nature of holiday candy. For instance, Easter candy is the absolute best of all holiday candies. Better than Halloween, Christmas, and Valentines, for reasons which I will now elucidate.Firstly, Easter candy is generally better quality that other

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subwayOriginally uploaded by kimdog. There's a whole lot of theater that happens during my daily existence in NYC. Sometimes just getting from my apartment to work makes me feel like I am an extra on the set of a film. This morning wasn't any different. I just happened to be exposed to one of my least favorite performers- the subway preacher.I've seen this guy before (when you live in NYC long

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Scratching at the insides of his coffin. Laura4Originally uploaded by kimdog. So Sister is about to wet her pants over the Wonderful World of Disney's Little House on the Prarie Mini Series that will begin airing on Saturday. Sister is a hard core fan. Of the books, of the television series, and anything else written by or about Laura Ingalls Wilder. She has seen every episode of the series

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(at the moment, anyway. I am trying not to be fatalistic).63 DaysMy long lost blog sister, Alli, has been one of my favorite writers since I discovered her Tof Reknin Day!!! near the beginning of my blogging adventure. Now she is writing about her experience at a boot camp for "troubled teens". At the age of 15, she and a group of other kids were sent out into the wilderness where they were

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One of the few things I am completely narcissistic about are my baby pictures. Unfortunately for you guys, my aunt gave me about three picture discs full on them for my birthday.

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scallopOriginally uploaded by kimdog. What could be nicer than dinner with an old friend? A long meandering meal in a cozy restaurant, then a stroll in the cool but not cold night air. It was a wonderful evening. Until I had a pain rip through my stomach that made me catch my breath. I had to stop walking. Then it was gone. I assured my friend was okay, and we walked another block or two. Then

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Corned_beef_350 Originally uploaded by kimdog. Happy St. Pat's people. Although the holiday has lost most of its appeal since I've gotten older. Because I just don't drink the way that I used to. I was going to reminsce about some of these drunken St. Patrick experiences, but then I realized that most people probably have similar stories. You get drunk, you pass out in someone's backyard, you

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I was hanging with my buddy John last night. Over sushi, we were fantasizing about how we might build a mighty blogging empire based on music and porn. Both of us are feeling a little static in our daily lives. The blogs give us an outlet for more creative endeavors. Of course, that's probably the case for the millions of other bloggers out there.Sometimes I wonder if I am concentrating my energy

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JailBird Originally uploaded by kimdog. Several years after my own experience with jail, I got a call at work from my then boyfriend. I was living with him in Dela-where? and working as a retail manager. It was near the end of the night and we were closing the store. "You just got a call from your sister's bail bondsman," he announced."Excuse me?" I replied."A bail bondsman, " he

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graveOriginally uploaded by kimdog. One does not simply think one day, "Hmmm, the graveyard would be an AWESOME place to go get some flowers". Nay. There is a desensitization process that must occur first. For me it started one Christmas when I was a child. My mother's best friend Linda, who was like an aunt to me, was visiting just before the holiday. They were decorating the house for Christmas

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kimheehawOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Sorry about the strange state of this posting earlier today. Blogger was fugged ub.Ya know, my life has been a little blah lately. I was sick for a week. Meh. Work is meh. (Worse then meh, but I don't talk about work here). The AW is still wayfaring, meh. Sister and Momma have also been out wayfaring, and not providing me with good blog material as they

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abcOriginally uploaded by kimdog. I've always been a little jealous of people with interesting names. Mainly because mine is so plain. Kimberly was #5 on the list of popular baby names when I was born (even though my mother denies realizing it was so common). My last name is completely boring, common and whitebread. I've met numerous people with my same name, first and last. This has created the

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shoneybear Originally uploaded by kimdog. One thing that I learned by growing up in an upper lower class household that managed to pass itself off as middle class, is that you have to be resourceful. While I have achieved a solidly middle class existence in my adulthood, this resourcefulness trait has manifested itself in my penchant for focus groups, paid surveys, and free haircuts from

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let_one Originally uploaded by kimdog. while I've been sick. Besides watching movies, I've been surfing the web. Here are a few of the gems I've uncovered.Longmires Does Romance Novels -romance novel covers reimagined (via Memepool) Crash (Flash, sound)- It’s a weird Japanimation game where the goal is to crash into some guy with your bike and then keep him airborn as long as possible.

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walkoff Originally uploaded by kimdog. I am still sick, though feeling a bit better. I shelled out $55 for a humidifier, which actually helped with the "nasal passages on fire" sensation and resulting nosebleeds. And I managed to sleep through the night, but I think that was due to the three different drugs I took. I also managed to make it through my Saturday morning routine, although I

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I am sitting at home battling my annual sinus infection. Not feeling particularly inspired today. But here’s something I’ve been thinking about lately. My mother is graduating in May with her first college degree. This has been a long time coming. She dropped out of college when she married my father. Then she took a few classes while working and raising my sister and me. But it was only

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Snack ShackOriginally uploaded by irishblueyes. Sometimes, in the hormonal cycle of life, a girl needs more than the sugary goodness of candy, cakes and ice cream. Sometimes she needs salt in it's most ideal vehicle: the potato chip. As is my way, I have compiled my top five list of crispy fried tuber goodness.5.Utz Red Hot- I love spicy things. My Momma would eat Tabasco sauce on white bread

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fatgirlfleamarketOriginally uploaded by kimdog. One of my absolute favorite NYC events is gearing up! It's the Fat Girl Flea Market hosted by NOLOSE on April 30th at the LGBT center in the Village. Basically it's a one-day orgy of amazing new and used plus size clothing at cheap cheap prices (most things $5 or under, nothing over $10). Last year, I spent $40 bucks and got a raincoat, two sweaters

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The first submissions have been posted at Private Booth. When will I get yours?

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scrackwhore Originally uploaded by kimdog. Ack! Ack! The snow! And the cold! And my house is a mess. I'mmmm melting! Oh what a world, what a world.Actually, here's the deal. I missed my Saturday morning routine. My Saturday morning routine is completely essential for keeping my life in some semblance of order. The Saturday morning routine works best on a Saturday morning, but can

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MalePole Originally uploaded by kimdog. Note to self: cherry kool-aid is a good hangover remedy. Greek kalamata olives, not so much.So after getting a full body rub down by a rather butch dyke (I even let her touch my ass), I was ready for some entertainment. I rendezvoused with with my Gay Husband #2's best friend- Sam and Sam's friend David (names changed because I don't know if they want

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moodOriginally uploaded by quinquin. I am a Pisces, which means by my very nature I have many half started projects laying around. I get very excited and intensely motivated for a while, but if the results are slow or I encounter stumbling blocks, these projects sometimes fall by the wayside. (Anyone who has looked at my archives will see that this blog was just such a case). But yesterday I

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I_got_your_Big_Ben_right_hereOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Alas, my sweet sweet hunk of lovin man has jetted his way to the UK. Yes, the Adventurous Wayfarer is out wayfaring, as is his is way, hence his nickname. Although that name stems mostly from the fact that he found the courage to get involved with the likes of me. He'll be gone for at least three weeks. Sigh. I am happy that he will

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beverly hillbillies Originally uploaded by kimdog. When I was a small child, I was fearless. From the time I could walk and talk, I was exploring the world. At the age of two and a half, when we still lived in Memphis, I decided that I wanted to go visit my grandmother. My mother was not home, and my father was asleep on the couch. So I set out on foot. My grandmother lived several

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red_light Originally uploaded by kimdog. One major difference between living in NYC and living in TN is the number of people who drive. Virtually everyone who lives in rural areas or suburbs drives out of necessity, because public transportation is either non-existent or it sucks. Conversely, it's not uncommon to meet people in the city who don't drive at all, or learned

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teabag-thumbOriginally uploaded by kimdog. In a strange turn of events involving a Beatles fan site, tea time in England and a mythical 14-year old who wears light-up sneakers, I discovered that the number one Google hit for "tea-bagging" is a web site belonging to the organization I work for. That's pretty cool. For those of you scared to click the link, Teenwire provides medically accurate

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tinfoil Originally uploaded by kimdog. My sister and I are occasionally psychic. Like we read each others minds and shit. On a low level, this manifests in us communicating with very few words yet conveying a huge amount of meaning. But there have been a couple of out and out spooky ESP type incidents. The first of these moments has become known as the Pigeon Forge Steak Incident.My

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wcOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Guess who managed to drop one of her brand new gloves in a PUBLIC TOILET in PENN STATION? Yep, that would be me. I had them for less than 24 hours. Alas poor gloves, I barely knew you.Other brief updates:The leak in my bathroom ceiling has finally been repaired after three fucking months.Lubell and Smarmyboy will not be visiting in March. Evidently he couldn't

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Can you point to a single experience in your life, as a child, which you can define as having contributed to the person you are today?This was the question pose in the Metatalk section of Metafilter. The resulting thread is some of the most compelling reading that I've found on the web in ages. As I read through the numerous contributions, I found myself moved to tears on several occasions. The

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kimhollyhobbyOriginally uploaded by kimdog. Being not only the first born child to my parents, but also the first in my generation of the family, I have many baby pictures. And as I have mentioned, my mother and grandmother were throuroughly schooled in the home arts, so they made clothes for me. But this was the 70's and this was the South, so the fashion choices they made were a little

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gates2_AWOriginally uploaded by kimdog. The Adventurous Wayfarer and I went to Central Park yesterday to see the opening of The Gates. Many people were none to impressed, and upon first glance, the appeal of The Gates may be hidden. But as we wandered through the park, watching the movemement of the fabric, and seeing the gates snake up hills and through the trees, the whole experience becomes

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antonyOriginally uploaded by kimdog. What a low energy week. I 've been dragging day in and day out for no specific reason. I am sleeping hard and long, but still waking up tired. And yesterday I had a bout of hypochondria that led me to get my blood sugar and my blood pressure checked... both completely normal. I blame it on February.I hardly consider myself a taste maker. But I since I have

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http://www.flickr.com/photos/kimdog/4518328/ Originally uploaded by kimdog. Two rules to riding the NYC subways on a daily basis: 1) Always have something to distract you. For me it's a book. Others sleep, listen to music or play games. 2) Keep your shield up. New Yorkers develop this "in public" energy shield which has two purposes. First it allows for a sense of privacy when continually

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Originally uploaded by kimdog. The Adventurous Wayfarer and I were sitting in the sun on a park bench on Sunday. It was a spring preview kind of day and we were in brunch afterglow. Until I spoke these fated words, "So, about the ticking time bomb that is Valentines Day..." The AW's eye rolled backwards into his head, he slouched several inches lower against the bench, and replied "Just the

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Pop goes the world Originally uploaded by kimdog. I've been battling some sort of bug since Friday. No, not like a roach... it's a virus or something. I've had a slight fever and a headache off and on all weekend. And perhaps that is what precipitated two incredibly spastic incidents in the space of two hours. Incident A. I was walking to the bank on my lunch hour. The weather in NYC has

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stonecastle Originally uploaded by kimdog. I was lying in bed thinking of the oddities of my high school experience. Even thought I have talked about growing up in Appalachia, I really must confess that my high school was pretty swank. Since the only private schools in the area were these crazy evangelical Christian schools (that were known for extremely poor testing scores, and as a holding pen

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torch Originally uploaded by kimdog. Well, my bed and breakfast duties are getting lined up for the spring. Since moving to New York, I have had many friends and family come to visit. It's nearly always welcome, even if my quarters are a little tight. But last night, I had a surprise request from my cousin Lubelle. As I mentioned earlier, Lubelle has finally succeeded in wrestling away the "bad

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Directions_BigSign Originally uploaded by kimdog. Because I can think of nothing to write about, here is my cop-out posting of the day. Some things I love beyond all reason: David Bowie High threadcount sheets Olives Strange candy Stangers with Candy (see last entry) Loch Ness Monster The Amazing Race Crosseyed Cricket Campground The Adventurous Wayfarer's hair Cherry Icee M*A*S*H Pierce

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taxman Originally uploaded by kimdog. So I did my taxes today. Sister beat me, getting hers done last week. This is probably the only area of my life where I come in well before the deadline. But that is primarily because I always get money back. And my taxes are really very simple. I had always done them myself until the first year I moved to NY. Tennessee doesn't have a state income tax, so I

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Blizzard plus three Originally uploaded by Jordan Davis. I feel quite refreshed after a weekend where I was quasi-productive, and also had some nice playtime. However, I had a flare-up of spazticism that ended up wounding The Adventurous Wayfarer. I've mentioned my occasional spastic tendencies- things like supergluing my teeth together. But sometimes the spastic vibe is so strong it unleashes a

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spongmonkey Originally uploaded by kimdog. One more thing that never ever fails to cheer me up... Freaking Spongmonkeys! Probably old news to most web junkies, I still love them so much I get a little choked up. And they are the main reason that I switched allegiance from Blimpies to Quiznos. I don't why Quiznos let that ad campaign die. Bastards. Mmmmmm.... pepper bar. I also love me

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Christo gates Originally uploaded by kimdog. Posts may be slow the next week or so. I hate winter. A close like-family friend died last night. Work is extremely busy. And I rely on the A train for my daily transportation. I guess it's just the fucking January blues. And PMS. My plan of action is to take naps, indulge in as much snuggling as humanly possible (but not with as many humans as

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cg-jail Originally uploaded by kimdog. So there was this one time where I had to go to jail. But it really wasn't my fault. And as I prepare to write this, I realize that this story shares some similarities with this little adventure. If I had categories for my blog posts, I guess there could be one called "Kimdog gets run off the interstate by a crazy person". Several years ago I was working

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I done got all fancy... thanks to the blog fairy. Her name is Priss and she has got some awesome design skills. She made this delightfully appropriate candy blogskin for me, from start to finish in less than 24 hours. And the only reason it even took that long was because I am a little technologically impaired. Priss has a great offer for those of you who might be interested in your own web

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Idiotarod Originally uploaded by kimdog. Idiotarod "The Iditarod is the famous long-distance race in which yelping dogs tow a sled across Alaska. Our Idiotarod is pretty much the same thing, except that instead of dogs, it's people, instead of sleds, it's shopping carts, and instead of Alaska it's New York City. The event happens January 29, 2005. It will start in Brooklyn, run into Manhattan

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dusterlogo Originally uploaded by kimdog. Now that my immediately family has clawed it's way into a solidly middle class existence, we will occasionally reminisce with mirthful glee about the many things we did to make ends meet back in the day. As I have said before, I had a very happy childhood, and wasn't completely aware that we were in the grips of a dire financial struggle. It was almost

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The happy couple is registered at Target Originally uploaded by kimdog. I have two gay husbands and a gay husband-in-law. That makes me one of the luckiest women in the world. I recently mentioned this to a new acquaintance and he was confused. "You have two ex-husbands who turned out to be gay ? That sets a new record for lack of perspicacity". No, no... these are simply my best friends in the

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