Hey Baby wanna go to Margaritaville ?

Kim — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 21:43:02 +0000

Yesterday I was a hostess at my cousin Rachel’ s baby shower. Most of my family and lots of lifelong friends were there and in addition to the oohing and aahing over all of the baby stuff, there was lots of oohing and aahing over my face, which is still purple. My other cousin, who hosted the party at her home, knocked it out of the park as usual with the planning and prep. I forgot my camera so my pics were limited to what I could get with my iPhone, but I did get a few good ones.

Mom to be …….

Opening the aforementioned stuff …..

Noms ……

Now, yall know that I don’t know nothin’ bout birthin’ no babies …… but I do know how to throw a party. Imagine my delight when I opened the freezer to find ice for the margaritas and found this …..

Totally not my idea, but it could have been ……

Margarita anyone ?

Playing hooky…

Kim — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 22:28:00 +0000

I’m playing hooky from widow school tonight. Yes, I’m a bad widow. It just wasn’t in me to go sit in a group of people who feel as bad or perhaps worse than me and “hug it out”. Not that we actually do a lot of hugging, I just needed a metaphor for how it makes me feel. I was tired and whiny from two days of retail customer hell and just could not do it. So I stopped by Whole Foods and fixed myself an antipasta tray for dinner, got some warm french bread , flavored olive oil and a bottle of wine. Then I stopped at Best Buy and splurged on David J’s new limited edition box set. By 5 pm I was bathed and in a pair of Greg’s pajamas, sitting in his chair with a 78 pound puppy trying to crawl in my lap, watching my favorite weatherman. This is what I wanted to do. So I did it. Bad widow.

I had a pretty good weekend with my friends, but it was alwaysrighthere waiting. It. Oh and him. Dr. Lecter made an appearance in the pool Saturday afternoon while I was sitting with my friends and they just held me and tried to help. It was only for a few minutes but damn, why did I let him get to me???? Jerk.

I took lots of pics and drank lots of blue waboritas and danced and got lots of sun and laughed a lot and heard how I was missed and caught up on gossip and I actually felt good for awhile (bigtime run on sentence I know get over it! ). And I am glad I went, even though now I have some guilt about it and. But I went, and that’s one way of healing, and guilt is supposedly natural, and normal. It sure does suck though.

But the whole time I felt like I was playing hooky. I had this nagging feeling in my head that I should be sitting at home wearing a black veil and sobbing around an 8×10 and a candle. I don’t know why. I just did. And that is so not me. Drinking 10 or so blue waboritas while sitting in a huge salt water pool with 80′s music and my closest friends is so me…so I let it be me for the weekend. And I hope that being me starts to come without the guilty interest rate. Oh I will never be me again, because that me is gone. She went away on March 20th of this year, never to return.

I kind of have a new me now. Notice she’s not in italics. I am not quite sure where she belongs or where she should go or what she is going to do. I just know she’s here now, and she’s the new Kim. This Kim lives minute by minute, kinda like the old one, but this time with an additional helping of cautious pessimism. I hope a little of the old Kim comes along for the ride, cause wherever she’s playing hooky, I sure do miss her.

I won’t bore yall with alot of pictures…..but here’s the link to my gallery… Girls Hard Rock Weekend 2009…..

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Hey Baby wanna go to Margaritaville ?

Playing hooky…