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Who's The Birthday Boy??

Why, that would be Todd.

Todd would like boobs...and kick-ass brownie recipes..for his bday gifts. If you are male, recipes only, please. If you're female, go for the boobs with a brownie recipe chaser.

And what am I giving Todd? Blogwishes and best wishes...and next time I'm in Vegas, drinks are on me. (maybe I'll bring Jillian and the Scotts along to liven things up a bit.)

Have a good one, Todd :-)


Sick AND Tired

No, really...I'm sick..and tired...and really tired of being sick..and really sick of being tired.

Ok, guess that covers all the bases.

Haven't been up to calling anyone lately...no voice will do that to ya. So no, haven't dropped off the face of the earth...sorry, I know that will dissapoint some of you.

Regular blogging (and calling) should resume this weekend.


My Horoscope

Hmmm...more exotic than Columbus,OH? Is that possible?

All your schemes and dreams are falling neatly into place, so now is the perfect time to pack up all your troubles and ship 'em out to sea. Normally decision-making confounds you, which leads to procrastination, but to resolve this problem, all you have to do is stop doubting your instincts. You're on the brink of a brand-new epoch of your life. Wonderful adventures await, exotic locales beckon, and your plans are on a major upward swing.


Buh-Bye Buddies

Waiting to board the plane back to FT. Lauderdale...guess what Jillian???...it's going to Tampa first :-)

Had a BLAST this weekend hanging out with all my Pirate Buddies.  Thanks Little and Big for your wonderful hospitality...this weekend ended way too soon.

Hugs, Kisses and Arggggggsss,

Kath xo :-)


So The Story Goes...

Raspberry Martini's followed by Strawberry Martini's, getting carded AGAIN, cute boys in Columbus but not as cute as the boys we were hanging out with, Pirate Carols at 3:15 in the morning, talk of floating an Aerobed in the swimming pool, Lion King sing-a-long and something about a long pre-dawn hike thru the Ozarks.
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What happens in Columbus, stays in Columbus.

Unless we blog about it first!


What She Said

I am totally 'borrowing' my buddy Jillian's blog entry. WHY embezzle? Cause I spent the last 3 hours helping my roomie  study for a Respiratory Therapy test, still have to shower and pack, and a certain young gentleman is waiting for a goodnite call.

Sooo...what she said goes for me.

TLAP weekend starts as soon as my plane lands in Columbus later on today!

Be ye ready?

                   

Avast mateys! Its TLAP time!!! Thats right lads and lassies, welcome to the official start of International Talk Like a Pirate weekend. There are several ways to celebrate this famed holiday and go on the account (join over, become a pirate); however I recommend doing it with rum, a few "aaarrrrrsss", and perhaps a drunken rendition of "A Pirate's Life for Me" aft ye has drunken . Me is doin' all three, in the exciting city of Columbus, with me buckos (savvy?) and my share of rum or grog (rum mixed with water) and splice the mainbrace (get drunk). Well blimey buckaroos, I am off to me cot - need some sleep for the upcoming weekend, but I felt a duty to start the weekend off right on me blog. Shiver me timbers, its gonna be a savvy time - be ye ready to surrender?

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.


Space

Home, is this the quiet place where you should be alone?
Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own?
I don't know, but I can tell this isn't you, your cover's blown
Oh no, don't you dare hang up this phone

Hey, give me space so I can breathe
Give me space so I can sleep
Give me space so you can drown in this with me

In this place
The lonely escapade in outer space
There's no antidote for irony you say
that you have, when you know that you don't
and you say, that you can, when you know that you won't

Hey, give me space so I can breathe
Give me space so I can sleep
Give me space so you can drown in this with me
Hey, give me space but I can't breathe
Give me space but I can't sleep
Give me just one inch I swear that's all I'll need

These padded walls and TV screens
Sometimes they make me want to scream

Hey, give me space so I can breathe
Give me space so I can sleep
Give me space so you can drown in this with me
Hey, give me space but I can't breathe
Give me space but I can't sleep
Give me just one inch I swear that's all I'll need

My Favorite Something Corporate Song


Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!

7 years ago today the Love Of My Life was born. The best little weiner dog in the whole wide world. Haven't seen her since my divorce was final in 2001. I've thought of her every single day since then. Today is no exception.

Having her was one of the BEST things that ever happened to me. One of these days I will have another little weiner dog to call my own.

In the meantime, there are some other doggies...and kitties...that need my help.

I'm donating to both of the charities below....please consider it as well if you have an extra buck or two.

Humane Society of Broward County

Noah's Wish

Happy Birthday Sweetheart...I love you so very much :-)


I Have Questions...

While I'm at the gym and re-organizing my closet, thought I would throw out some questions I need answers for :

* What is the best way to clean an iBook screen?

* Do any of you drive hybrids and what do you think of them? Pros? Cons?

* Do you ever feel like taking a break from all things political cause you are just so tired of the Bush Adminstration continually fucking up everything they touch? (and don't even get me started on what the new face of the Supreme Court will look like).

* You discover someone you respected and thought was a good friend has lied to you...big time...do you confront them or just let it ride and walk away being all the wiser from the experience?

Ok...time for some cardio.

BBL.


Work From Home...

...that's what my roommate did today.

His voice woke me up at 6:45...he was talking to someone in the living room and had the light on as well. Normally the only thing I hear on the weekend is when he locks the front door to leave for work at 7:55. Today was different.

We had a killer storm that raced thru our area around 4 am...very intense. Non-stop lightening and boy was the thunder LOUD. Sounded like it was right on top of us. Seems the storm knocked out the computer systems at his work, so he worked from home today.

In case you haven't noticed, I sleep in on the weekends. Religiously. Being that it's hard to sleep when you have someone working right outside your bedroom door, I got up to see what was up. He made breakfast and tried to convince me to join along with him in a morning songfest...a cheery ditty he made up that goes like this..."Die, M$%%^&, Die $%^%^&'. You get the idea.

Went back to bed to read after breakfast, only to conk out again until almost 1. Showered, talked on the phone, roomie grilled the steaks I persuaded him to marinate last night, and we had a nice grilled lunch around 3.

And then for the rest of the day, up until this very second, I have been a lazy slug that has done nothing other than wash dishes, blog, surf and watch tv...and eat. We can't forget that activity, now can we??

Had the best intentions to work out, clean my room, organize my closet, organize my financial records. None of it accomplished.

For someone that didn't do much of anything, I'm exhausted.

NNSD.