a prayer

Dear God,

Please bless the makers and manufacturers of antibiotics with health and happiness. Not so much wealth, though, because they probably already have that. And please help them to have a good day.

Amen.

Today is my birthday!

Shout hooray! Unfortunately, I am sick and feel horrible so don't shout too loudly or you'll disturb my blissful drug-induced slumber.

Oh my gosh

Could Miss California be a bigger idiot!?!? Go look it up on YouTube.

Actually nevermind, click here and then here.

Some stuff . . .

I went to Wicked last night and despite the fact that my expectations were sky high, I thought it was great. I had so much fun and it's possible I teared up a time or two.

I've decided I have problems with following through/sticking with things. Right now anyone who knows me is probably thinking "Um . . . yeah. That's not really news!" It's becoming a real problem though, and I would attempt to do something about it, but I guess I just don't care that much. For example, I've been chatting with some guys (from LDS Singles and elsewhere) quite a bit lately and I'm into it at first, but then after a day or two (or, possibly like 20 minutes), I'm completely over it. So I guess that's where the problem comes in-they keep texting, chatting, emailing, etc., and I just never respond. I know it would be nicer to tell them I'm not interested, but it's easier to do nothing. I need to just stop talking to people unless I meet them in person. Or maybe I have ADD and the flakiness/lack of paying attention isn't really my fault. In that case, I'm pretty sure there's some kind of pill out there that should be able to fix me! Better give me double the normal dose. ;)

I have a new t.v. show obsession. Have you seen Tough Love on VH1? It's hilarious! It's on Sunday nights at 8pm and you really need to check it out.

Today I learned . . .

• Never ever use wallpaper or wallpaper borders in your home decor. What goes up must eventually come down and it's a b*tch to get off.
  
• Water and fabric softener make the best wallpaper remover. Use equal parts of each and use a credit card to scrape. (It's nice to know my Mervyn's card is still good for something!)
  

Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

It would only make sense that the people who follow my blog would, much like myself, be complete slackers, so everyone who put forth the effort to leave me a comment wins something. Those of you who I know read my blog, but did not put forth the effort get nothing. Nada. Zip. No prize for you!

That kind of feels like a cop out, but really, that's a whole lot more prize-worthy crap I have to come up with, so it really isn't. Those of you who live in the area will get your shiz shortly; Traci and Melissa, I will personally deliver your prizes to Vegas in about two weeks; and Erin, yours will be in the mail at some point in time.

I also wanted to respond to a couple of comments . . . Melissa-sometimes you have to demand what you want/need, and Whitney-I'm pretty sure Donny's arms could solve the crisis in the Middle East.

Happy Blogaversary to me!

UPDATE: BECAUSE I WOKE UP TO ABOUT 5 FEET OF SNOW THIS MORNING AND NOW HAVE TO GO SHOVEL (WHERE THE CRAP ARE MY HOME TEACHERS??? OH THAT'S RIGHT, I DON'T HAVE ANY!), THE CONTEST HAS BEEN EXTENDED. SO IF YOU HAVEN'T LEFT A COMMENT YET, HURRY UP AND DO SO.

Alright, kiddos, leave me a comment explaining why you like my blog (if you want to be entered more than once, leave more than one reason) and you will be entered to win a brand new car! Well, not really, but I'm sure the actual prize will be just as exciting!

I'll pick a winner (and yes, I will be using actual statistical software) either tonight or tomorrow morning, so hurry and leave me a comment! Are you so excited!?!

Giveaway details

So here's the deal . . . at some point tomorrow morningish (if I remember) I will create a Blogaversary post. What you need to do is leave me a comment about why you like my blog. It doesn't need to be lengthy or fancy. If you want, you can just say it's because it's so stinkin' awesome, that's why. But I would really prefer that you use your own words. Then, using a very technical statistical model, I will pick a random comment (or possibly a couple). The winner(s) will get a special Kim's Favorite Stuff package. I don't know exactly what will be in the package because if I have to mail it, I don't want to spend a fortune. However, it may contain items such as my own personal copies of some of the best books I've read lately (they're not used, they're loved), a special delicious treat, something involving Zac Efron/Shia LaBeouf/New Kids, a personalized CD of my favorite non-mainstream music, or possibly even some of my favorite beauty products. Or it may be none of those things. I just can't decide. What's in it will probably depend on who wins 'cause I know not all of you will want the same stuff. So . . . yeah. Make sure you check back tomorrow. And please, please, please actually leave me a comment because I'll feel like a complete loser if I only get a couple of comments. Oh, and if you win you have to take a picture of what you get and post it on your blog. K, thanks.

It's coming!

The day you've been waiting for . . . it's coming! My year and a half blogaversary/blog birthday is coming up this Wednesday! Know what that means? That's right . . . GIVEAWAY!!!! O.k., so admittedly, I haven't quite figured out what the giveaway is going to be or how I am going to do it, but I will let you know tomorrow so that you can be all ready to leave me comments on the big day. So make sure you check in tomorrow so you know what the dealio is.

I hate it when . . .

1. It's time to start wearing flip flops again, but over the winter my toe muscles have declined into nothingness, thus causing not only my toes but also the front of my calves to scream in agony from trying to keep the stupid things on my feet. The fact that I can no longer walk like a normal person is probably an indication that I should have eased my feet in before wearing them all day at school.

2. I leave comments on Facebook and then realize two days later that half the comment doesn't make sense. For example, the following comment regarding the death of my cousin's stove whilst attempting to boil eggs:

• "I love that everyone else is concerned about getting you meals and a new stove, whereas I am focused on the fact that you attempted to celebrate a holiday. What happened to our twin stance on holiday decorating at Christmastime? Maybe the dead stove is an indicatotion, or, perhaps, a punishment, for celebrating easter. Just something to think on. :)"

Um . . . what? I know I like to make up words, but indicatotion? Really? I also hate that after I saw it, I had to a.) leave another comment explaining that I noticed my previous error and I'm not really stupid and b.) blog about it just to make sure that she really and truly knows that I know that that sentence made no sense. And had a spelling error. And Easter was not capitalized. And Christmastime probably shouldn't have been one word.

That's all.

good day

Lorri and I spent the day in Salt Lake today and we had tons of fun and ate waaaaay too much. We went to lunch at the best deli ever, Caputo's. I get The Caputo every time and I seriously have dreams about it's deliciousness. I'm pretty sure I could live on it. After that we went to my favorite non-chain bookstore, The Golden Braid. It's this great new-agey place that just makes you want to burn some incense and chant or something. They have a used-book section, so I picked out several books. Next, we had to run up to the U of U Hospital for an appointment for Lorri's daughter, Cortni. Everything went well with that, thankfully, so to celebrate we (of course) went shopping. Because I am currently poor, it was not as fun as usual. I only spent like five bucks at World Market. Believe me, that is a miracle. I also picked up some jeans and flip-flops at Old Navy. I don't really consider that "fun" shopping though, because I really needed the flip-flops. When I was getting rid of a bunch of stuff after getting back from Peru, I got rid of all but two pairs, one of which has now broken. I can't survive the summer without my flip-flops. See, this is what happens when you get rid of stuff-you just end up needing it again and have to go buy new ones. I think I've decided to just be a hoarder like that one crazy lady on Oprah. I'm pretty sure she never ran out of flip-flops. After being worn out by excessive (except not really) shopping, we decided it was time to eat again. Because we're high class like that, we went to Sweet Tomatoes. I love their chicken noodle soup. Apart from mine, it's some of the best stuff on the planet. After thoroughly stuffing ourselves (actually, just Lorri), we headed to another CA meeting at Journey. We saw quite a few familiar faces, including this guy who Lorri used to date who purred like a cat when they were making out. Seriously. Obviously, it did not work out between them. So, all in all, it was a pretty fun day.

Two for two!

I went to another meeting tonight. Have I mentioned how much I love the meetings, the people, etc.? At this meeting there were a bunch of younger girls (as in under 18) who sat across the circle from me and it was odd to watch them because they were fidgeting and chit-chatting and basically doing everything I did when I was first going to meetings. Funny how I now find it irritating! Also funny how they reminded me of my little Primary children! Drug addicts, CTR 7's, it's all the same! Tonight's topic was honesty, which I found kind of ironic because after last night's meeting I looked through my journal from the time when I was in rehab and, despite the fact that it's something no one but myself will ever see, it was totally full of lies. I don't know if I believed what I was saying at the time, or if I was just trying to convince myself, but there were definitely some things in there that were completely false. I guess I should just be grateful that I (somewhat) know better now. Not that I'm completely honest now, but I'm pretty sure I'm a bit better. Or at least I don't lie directly to your face, I just don't say anything! Haha, kinda just kidding! Oh well, it's progress, not perfection and really, some things just don't need to be said. Maybe in another four and a half years I'll actually be fully honest. One can only dream, right!

Oh, how I've missed you!

Lorri and I went to a CA meeting tonight and I'm ashamed to admit it's the first meeting I've been to in probably three years or so. It was a little weird at first, but when people started sharing, it felt like home. One of the first people to speak mentioned how we were in a room full of "black sheep" and I loved that. As an addict, I tend to believe that I'm somehow different than everyone else. Not necessarily better, but just different. Tonight I realized how true that is; I am different . . . from all of the rest of you. Thankfully, while I may be different, I'm not alone in my differentlyabledness (yes, I know that's not a word, but I like it anyway!) It was such a comforting feeling to be around people who are just like me and who have the same messed up thinking as myself. I've been around BYU people for so long, and don't get me wrong, they're great people, but they're not MY people. I always feel like I'm holding something back around them. For example, when people ask me what I was doing before I went back to school, I'm never quite sure what to say. If someone from the program asks me that question, I can say, proudly, that I went to rehab. Proudly, because to them it means I was getting clean, whereas to someone who isn't an addict, it just shouts out that I'm an addict, and there are a whole lot of preconceived notions that come with that. It was also interesting to see all of the people who are new in recovery and remember when that was me. Back then meetings were a novelty and more of a social event. Now I actually listen to the people who are sharing and really appreciate what they have to say. It really makes me want to be a sponsor again. I have the time and I've worked the steps, but I haven't worked a program for years, and I really need to get back to doing that. Anyway, I just wanted to share how encouraging this meeting was and how great it made me feel. Most of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but that's o.k. Frankly, I hope you never know what I'm talking about. But for those of you who know what I'm talking about, hopefully you can relate and share in my happiness a little bit.