Dancing Away The Drama

Posted by kim on June 16, 2009

Yes, I know I’ve been MIA for awhile.  I added a FriendFeed widget to the homepage to show that I have indeed been around and online, just crazy busy.  You can subscribe to my FriendFeed if you want to stalk me, or just see what I mostly do all day long. Sorry, I don’t sell sex toys as some people speculate.

So, here’s the condensed version of the recent happenings in da house…

My twins got confirmed on Palm Sunday. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that shopping for dresses for teens is exhausting.  And according to my daughter, I didn’t show enough cleavage to get out of the speeding ticket I got on our way home from the mall.

My son graduated high school and moved away to work for the summer. Ok, I didn’t think I’d actually ever say “they grow up so fast”, but well… (mumbling under breath)… He’ll be attending UNL in the fall – Go Huskers!

My “littlest, but biggest” brother gets married this coming weekend. I’ll add a picture from the bachelorette party at the end of the post (and my cleavage did slip out a bit that night).

Next week, I’m having surgery as I have a uterian fibroid tumor and have to have a total hysterectomy (more gory details).  That’s another reason I haven’t been blogging as much as I haven’t been feeling well the last couple months. But watch out for me after I’m recovered!  I asked if I could have some plastic surgery done while under the knife, but the doctor didn’t accede the idea.

I’ve decided if I rewrite my list of date application requirements, I’m going to add “Group Health Insurance” as a higher priority, as medical bills suck, especially for small business owners.  Where’s all this healthcare reform the new government administration promised us to save on healthcare?  And yes, I admit I voted for Obama.

Remember when I sold my house almost three years ago? Well, the gal that bought it has been unsuccessfully trying to sue me over things that I had no fault in for the past two years. I bit my tongue about the whole ordeal due to the whole “anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law” Miranda warning.  And now that the case has finally been dismissed and the statue of limitations is up, I could re-tell the whole drawn out affair, but I’ve decided it’s best not to slander anyone. And trust me, I have way more juicier life stories I could tell.

So there’s what you’ve missed lately from the Queen of Snob Hill’s house. Yes, someone actually called me that.  I think being called a MILF would have been more flattering, but gotta take any homage I can get.

My mom, Me, my future Sister-in-law, my Sister

Wait, if I’m the Queen, I want my crown!  And a King! And servants, and…

Cancer Sucks

Posted by kim on January 27, 2009

My 20-year old cousin had testicular cancer last year when I first heard the term “Cancer Sucks” from his mother. Thank the Lord he is now in remission.

My first close encounter with cancer was when my ex-husband’s grandmother, Marlene, died of cancer while I pregnant with my youngest daughter, Tatym (who’s middle name is Marlene).  I credit her for teaching me about couponing, plus we shared a love of collecting Holiday Barbies. I still miss her.

Yesterday we attended a benefit for a classmate of mine who is suffering from liver cancer.  He is such a genuinely nice guy with a wife and one-year old son at home, and it is so sad to think he has been told he only has months to live.  We have a close-knit class (50 graduates) and haven’t lost anyone from our class thus far. Makes me tear up to write this.

And then there’s my very good friends’ 14-year old son, Dalton, that was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma (which is extremely rare for his age) the week before Christmas.  The tumor in his abdomen is so large that he is on an aggressive chemotherapy treatment to shrink the tumor before he can have surgery to remove it.  Please keep everyone suffering from cancer in your prayers.

It’s Dalton’s mom and dad that have helped me out many a times from installing my new microwave, scooping my drive, fixing my vehicle, mowing my lawn, and the list goes on.  They were in the hospital during my dishwasher disaster (Dustie, Dalton’s mom was the last person I talked to before I sent my cellphone through the wash).

Luckily, I’ve become quite smitten by the “Maytag repair man” that ended up fixing my dishwasher.  Since then, he’s fixed several things around my house, plus he cooks and cleans (not my fortes).  When he read the list of my date requirements, he jokingly asked if chewing tobacco was okay since he couldn’t smoke.  Um, no.  So I’ve now revised the list to “non-tobacco user”.  I must say I have the teenager twitters of being lucky in love.

And speaking of teenagers, my twins are fifteen today!  Hard to believe it’s been a decade and a half since my 2 lb. million-dollar miracle babies were born.  Happy Birthday Macy & Mallory!

What’s playing on iTunes: “Simple Man” by Shinedown