Crying? Yes. Good? No.

Paris Hilton says her album is so good she cries. I doubt not that her album makes her cry. I think it is for other reasons. Perhaps it could be that it has surpassed all other levels of crap? Or maybe that she realizes that this may be the last gasp of her ever unrelenting inexplicable fame? If not that, because it finally exposes the true weakness and inevitable conclusions that the Hilton bloodline has been compromised by inbreeding and laziness? Or maybe it's just that good and that she has finally conquered the last bastion of American "art" (in addition to impressive modeling, acting, and professional clubbing) left untouched by her vapid presence. Oh well, who knows.

Everybody else has pictures of babies

I wanted to share a couple of photos of my goddaughter Isabella with everyone. These are older pictures back from the summer of 2002, right after I got Teddy. Her shirt is wet in the front because she was fascinated by the puppy but she was also scared and would run away from him while doing some sort of strange spitting thing. It was pretty funny at the time and the pictures still make me laugh. She looks so cute and I can't wait to spoil her little brother when he arrives sometime in October!

Blogging experiment/promotion

Ya'll know that I am fan of Nalini Singh and I am looking forward to her new book and coincidentally there is a promotional experiment going on right now with this new book and I decided to join in!

I am participating in a blogging experiment hosted at dearauthor.com. To enter the contest, put up this blurb, image, and trackback and you are entered to win the following prize package.
$200 Amazon gift certificate
Signed copy of Slave to Sensation
New Zealand goodies chosen by Singh
ARC of Christine Feehan's October 31 release: Conspiracy Game You can read about the experiment here and you can download the code that you need to participate here.
SLAVE TO SENSATIONNalini Singh Berkley / September 2006
Welcome to a future where emotion is a crime and powers of the mind clash brutally against those of the heart.
Sascha Duncan is one of the Psy, a psychic race that has cut off its emotions in an effort to prevent murderous insanity. Those who feel are punished by having their brains wiped clean, their personalities and memories destroyed.
Lucas Hunter is a Changeling, a shapeshifter who craves sensation, lives for touch. When their separate worlds collide in the serial murders of Changeling women, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities…or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation.
Excerpt

Top posts

I don't know how to link in my blog 'cause I'm dumb. Anyway, I am going to provide the dates of my favorite posts and you can go back and see some highlights. Let me know what your favorite was.

August 9, 2005 - Beer Cooler
August 11, 2005 - First Waver Theory
September 26, 2005 - Top 10 List
October 31, 2005 - Teddy
November 3, 2005 - Christmas
November 7, 2005 - Jake Gyllenhaal
February 20, 2006 - "Wrinka"
And all the theme weeks

Enjoy,

ktg

Thinking back

I had every intention of going to bed early last night and I just could not fall asleep. I had my light out by 10, but I just tossed and turned and could not find a comfortable spot. Despite my best efforts, I still woke up just as tired as I usually am. Sigh.

On to another topic, a friend's little sister just went away to college this past week and she is having some adjustment problems. I talked to her earlier in the week and told her about how miserable I was when I first got to school. I started thinking back to those first few weeks as a freshman at a new school in a new state. I missed my parents and friends way more than I EVER thought I would. Just for kicks, I would like to know how you felt the first time you left home (either to go to school or for some other reason). Were you homesick, excited, a bit of both or what?

Back to the Idiot Box

I haven't discussed t.v. in a while, but I am about to remedy that. I apologize in advance, but this post refers to a show that many of you probably don't watch, but I am addicted to. The show?

Big Brother All Stars

Love it! I have watched the majority of the seasons of this horrible show and I have thoroughly enjoyed it. This season is awesome because it has brought back several of my most favorite and least favorite players and all I can say is this sh*t is good! The sheming is better than anything I have ever seen. It is quite the study in psychology (especially evil Dr. Will), he is the best player EVER. I have enjoyed every episode this season and it is my "can't miss show." The best part is that if I miss an episode I can watch the entire thing on the web. CBS has hooked me up with their online programming. It's a little late to start watching, but if you want to guarantee your brain cells will slowly seep out of your ear - this is the show for you. I love America!

Another animal post

I couldn't help but comment on this story I saw on cnn. A man dipped kittens in grease, and tried to fry them in a frying pan. It is on the home page of www.cnn.com and you can watch the video link. I think what I find more disturbing is the reporter at the end who says "some people may not think this is a big deal." What!!?? What kind of people is that? I believe if you don't think it is a big deal then there is something definitely wrong with you. I believe in stiff punishments for people who abuse animals. I mean many years in jail. Animals are trusting creatures and if you abuse this trust then you should pay. I going to try to get off this animal tangent, but not today.

Ooooh, that makes me so mad!

I just read a story in People Magazine about pet owners and Hurricane Katrina. When the storm first struck, one of the big stories was about pets that people had to leave behind because they couldn't take them to shelters or other circumstances. I felt so bad for the pet owners and could understand how devastating that would be to an owner. I would be heartbroken if I couldn't take Teddy with me. This brings me to the story. After people left their animals in shelters or at their homes, those pets were adopted out to other families. Now, the original owners want their pets back and often times the new families won't give them back. In many cases, these people have lost so much and now they can't even have their furry friends. I don't think it's right and I just had to post something about it. Maybe I am in the minority here, but I still think it's wrong to keep someone else's dog or cat.

P.S. I am talking about good owners, not ones that shouldn't have had pets to begin with.

Fake Nice or Real Mean?

*To those who wanted a recap of my favorite posts, I think I am going to spend the rest of the week picking them out and post it closer to the weekend*

The title of this post refers to the stereotype (that is pretty true) that southerners are nice, but fake and people outside of the South tend to be more truthful, but less polite. This is where I stand: generally, I like fake nice. This is not in reference to my friends or family, but for aquaintances and strangers. It may be a cliche, but you get more flies with honey than vinegar. You wanna get what you want? Be nice, even if it makes you grit your teeth. Treating people rudely will get you only so far, but once you get there your food will probably have spit in it, people will glare daggers at your back, make your life more difficult and subtly let you know that you have pissed them off. I bring this up because a young woman came into the place where I work and asked me if one manager in particular was available. I told her that she was in and the woman told me to "get her to the front desk." No explanation, no thank you, just a demand and she went along to browse through our merchandise. She was from a city up north (not to be named) and clearly expected to me to grant her wishes and believed that she was more competent than I (based on another interaction we had a few minutes later). I took all I had, but I was nice - even though I didn't mean it. What do you think (and what part of the country were you born in), fake nice or real mean?

I missed my own anniversary

I knew my blog-iversary was coming up, but I didn't realize I had actually missed it. After several months of contemplation and trying to come up with a name for the blog I wrote my first post on August 8th. A lot has happened in the past 12 months. Some good, some bad, but I am still here to bitch about it. I love reading blogs because they allow me to keep up with my friends, hear about other people's lives and comiserate when things aren't going so well. From August 8 2005 to August 8 2006 I have posted 276 times! Isn't that crazy? That is an average of every 1.3 days. I hope you have enjoyed reading it much as I have enjoyed writing it.

On the Road Again...

I am off to Kentucky to visit my friend Angela tomorrow, thus continuing my goal of reaching all states below the Mason-Dixon line before September. Just kidding. Angela and I met our freshman year at college and despite all odds, have managed to keep in touch since she transferred in 1998. While I live the life of a swingin' single (harhar) she has gotten married and had a baby. For anyone who ever met Angela she would have been the last person you would have guessed to become so domesticated. I believe she swore off marriage and motherhood in her late teens, but had a change of heart. I am so glad for her and cannot wait to meet her beautiful baby girl tomorrow. I am only spending the night and then I will head back to Nashville for a couple more nights of rest and then it is back to B'ham Saturday.

Back from Boca

Hello everyone! I had a nice, relaxing trip to the beach, but I was happy to get back to Nashville (where I am staying for a few more days) and hang with Teddy. I'm such a nerd. I got a little burned, but not too bad and ate a lot of great food. All of my expenses were paid and I took the fullest advantage. The resort even had a hospitality suite where they provided free wine and beer. Ahhh, my kind of place. Hope everyone else had a good weekend and I am sure to be posting soon.

Why am I anxious?

I could not fall asleep last night. I tossed and turned and even kicked Teddy out of the bed because I just could not relax and go to sleep. Part of it stemmed from the fact that I had a late cup of coffee yesterday, but the other reason is I am anxious about going on my vacation. I don't even know why I feel like this. I don't have anything that is pressing that I need to accomplish before I leave town, but it feels weird to get a week and a half off from work. I wish I could get more excited, but I just can't. I keep feeling like something bad is going to happen (Storm Chris is not doing me any good). Maybe it is because I am going to be spending five days with my dad and we are sure to get into some sort of argument about politics or some other nonsense. I think I will declare a truce and we will just avoid topics that we disagree on. Hmmm, after pondering this it leaves my father and I to talk about the weather (not global warming), and gardening. Should be fun.

This is just ridiculous

I am leaving for my vacation tomorrow and I am quite excited. I am driving up to Nashville tomorrow afternoon and then my father and I are flying to Boca Raton Thursday morning. My brother, Chris, has wanted to go for a while, but decided that it was not something he could financially arrange. Imagine my irritation when I check cnn.com this morning and find out that a tropical storm has formed out in the Carribean and is making its way to Florida in the next few days. The name of the tropical storm? Chris. Coincidence? I think not.

(photo courtesy of NOAA)

A Sign from God

I set my mind to cleaning my bedroom tonight and I was setting up a movie on my dvd player so that I could entertain myself while putting away my clothes and rearranging my furniture. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to get the dvd player to work and I took that as a sign from above that I was not meant to clean my room this evening. I might do some cleaning tomorrow, but it just depends on what happens with my electronics.

Liar Liarson, the Lying-est man from Liarstown

I lie. Who doesn't? I try not to do it as much as I did when I was a kid, but I have a bit of talent for it. I usually admit when I lie. Most of the times when I am actually lying it is to carry out some elaborate joke. I enjoy seeing people's reaction after learning it was a lie. The reason I tell you this is because I want you to know that I lie on occasion and I believe most people do. I even believe that lying is a good thing in the right circumstances (i.e. denying that someone is talking smack about another friend to prevent hurt feelings). I was lied to this weekend by someone close to me for a stupid reason. Basically, my dad thought I would not be able to handle the information that he had a date and told my brother not to tell me. Everyone else knew about it but me. I found out because one of my closest friends found out from her parents and didn't know I wasn't supposed to know. I called my dad on it and he didn't have much to say for himself. I would not have made a big deal about it at all, but he decided not to give me a chance to react. Am I excited that my dad is dating? Not particularly. My parents were married for over 35 years and it is a little weird, but he has been on a couple of dates before and I haven't lost my sh*t. I am not going to deny that I would not really want my dad to get remarried, but I don't mind if he dates people. I think I am more irritated because he told my brother not to tell me. That's not right. If everyone else is going to know then I should too. Do you think I'm right? Or are you with my dad? I would really like other people's opinions or maybe you are scared to tell me b/c I will just not be able to handle it and freak out. Maybe you should just lie to me...

65 Hours

That is the amount of time that my weekend lasts. I got off from work on Friday at 6 and I have to be back on Monday at noon. Roughly, that works out to 65 hours. Although I have another 22.5 hours to go (that sounds depressing), I have decided to break down how my weekend has been spent so far:

Cleaning: maybe 2 hours total
Sleeping: 25 hours + (really!)
Eating: 1 hour
t.v./tivo watching: 10 hours

I have to admit I am feeling quite refreshed from my loads of sleep.

Update

Tonight, I have cleaned up my laundry room and most of my kitchen. I am pretty sure that is all that will be accomplished tonight. I hate to sell myself short, but I have a lot of Tivo to catch up on and it would be wrong to leave all it unwatched. I am very goal oriented (well, in some limited circumstances). There's still Sunday.

Nothing

That is what I have accomplished this evening. I have not cleaned anything in my apartment. Actually, I have probably made it messier. That's just how I roll.

I never want what I have

My low key weekend? Yeah, not too excited about that. Trust me, if I had some big plans this weekend I wouldn't be excited about that either. Clean my apartment? eh. Exist in my messy abode? Double eh. When I'm laying low, I want to be out and about. When I'm partying it up, all I can think about is getting home and putting my p.j.'s on. I am the Queen of the Grass is Always Greener-land. Although if I was actually the Queen, I would rather be the Queen's minion.