I realize I have been awful at calling, emailing, etc., these past few weeks and I apologize. To catch you up on two major happenings:
1) I am getting braces next month, but will be able to go with the Invisalign ones and I only have to wear them for 5-7 months!!!! I am very excited at the short time period and that I was able to do the less expensive, less painful, and less obvious looking option.
2) I am starting my own business that will open in the next two months or so!! I will give more details later, but I have the website address secured, some of the vendors lined up, two employees lined up, and I'll be applying for my business license soon. I also already have several interested customers and one person who has asked if I'll be a third-party vendor to their grandson's company. I have come up with a solution to a problem and thrown in some fun too, so I couldn't be happier. I am holding off on posting my idea online until it's all organized, but just know that it's coming up! I have been working on this for months and have kept it completely underwraps--even from my own mother--until I had complete info worked out.
So, my thoughts today are that I'm very blessed and grateful that life is progressing well. I am also very pleased with my very cautious self for not only putting myself at risk financially, but also at risk emotionally as this business venture is my baby and I am nervous at sharing it.
Anyway, I hope ya'll are doing well! Have a great day!
Love,
me, LLC :)
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The things one learns...
So, I have been sick now (yes, again) for a whole week. I am sick of being sick. Anyway, I finished off an entire box of Tylenol Severe Cold, which did help with the headaches a lot and earaches a little bit, but I finally came to the realization that it was just not going to cut it. With that, I headed off to Urgent Care today and got in right before they closed. Turns out I do have a severe cold, but also tonsillitis, so it's a good thing I went as I need an antibiotic. I also remembered to ask for an inhaler refill, as the ones I have on hand have all expired and that, of course, is no good. Anyway, during this fun today, I learned two things:
-While reading a magazine in the Urgent Care waiting room, I learned that if you gargle just regular water (no salt or anything) for 15-seconds, three times a day, you cut down your throat-related illnesses by 36%. For me, this is a huge deal, as that's where I get sick the most--in my throat and in my lungs.
-At the pharmacy, the colorful pharmacist (who once told me about her mental illnesses and the treatments for such--and whose son is getting married to a girl from Pakistan on Dec. 23rd--and she's sewing the dresses, but her sewing machine is on the fritz and has to go to the repair shop) asked me if I knew how to correctly use an inhaler. I told her that, given my 15 years of inhaler usage, I did indeed know how to use an inhaler. She said that those who have used them the longest are the worst offenders. I thought, "Not me." But, she insisted she demonstrate to me how to correctly use the inhaler and though I'm proud of myself for doing almost everything correctly, I have been screwing up on one thing--the actual inhalation. She told me that I'll use the inhaler and think I got ultra-albuterol as the difference will be so noticeable when I do inhale correctly. Though I think the lady is a bit much to take at times, she was correct as I do feel like I have ultra albuterol this time. Wahoo!
So, my thoughts this evening are that though I haven't felt like doing much--let alone learn new things--I'm grateful that I had to wait a moment for the doctor so that I could read that magazine article that can only help and I'm also grateful that I have a good pharmacist who takes the time to make sure I'm well informed. OH! And, I did learn one more thing tonight while watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition--there's a device you can hook your cell phone to that allows your incoming texts to appear on your television screen! That's very exciting, considering my text addiction. Anyway, I hope all is well with each of you!
PS--Only one week until I'm with my family in Utah! WAHOO!!!
-While reading a magazine in the Urgent Care waiting room, I learned that if you gargle just regular water (no salt or anything) for 15-seconds, three times a day, you cut down your throat-related illnesses by 36%. For me, this is a huge deal, as that's where I get sick the most--in my throat and in my lungs.
-At the pharmacy, the colorful pharmacist (who once told me about her mental illnesses and the treatments for such--and whose son is getting married to a girl from Pakistan on Dec. 23rd--and she's sewing the dresses, but her sewing machine is on the fritz and has to go to the repair shop) asked me if I knew how to correctly use an inhaler. I told her that, given my 15 years of inhaler usage, I did indeed know how to use an inhaler. She said that those who have used them the longest are the worst offenders. I thought, "Not me." But, she insisted she demonstrate to me how to correctly use the inhaler and though I'm proud of myself for doing almost everything correctly, I have been screwing up on one thing--the actual inhalation. She told me that I'll use the inhaler and think I got ultra-albuterol as the difference will be so noticeable when I do inhale correctly. Though I think the lady is a bit much to take at times, she was correct as I do feel like I have ultra albuterol this time. Wahoo!
So, my thoughts this evening are that though I haven't felt like doing much--let alone learn new things--I'm grateful that I had to wait a moment for the doctor so that I could read that magazine article that can only help and I'm also grateful that I have a good pharmacist who takes the time to make sure I'm well informed. OH! And, I did learn one more thing tonight while watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition--there's a device you can hook your cell phone to that allows your incoming texts to appear on your television screen! That's very exciting, considering my text addiction. Anyway, I hope all is well with each of you!
PS--Only one week until I'm with my family in Utah! WAHOO!!!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
A new adventure!
Well, it is extremely late and I should be in bed, especially considering that I have my big Christmas shin-dig tomorrow evening, but I had to take a moment to post about the new accomplishment I have under my belt!
Tonight, I worked on getting the party favor bags ready for tomorrow, which required me to....hand-dip pretzels in milk chocolate and then decorate with colored white chocolate! It was a triumphant moment for me when I looked over the finished product. So, my thought at this late hour is that though new things (no matter how trivial they may seem) can be very scary, it's well worth the try--particularly when chocolate is involved!! :)
Tonight, I worked on getting the party favor bags ready for tomorrow, which required me to....hand-dip pretzels in milk chocolate and then decorate with colored white chocolate! It was a triumphant moment for me when I looked over the finished product. So, my thought at this late hour is that though new things (no matter how trivial they may seem) can be very scary, it's well worth the try--particularly when chocolate is involved!! :)
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I'm a regular Christopher Columbus!
Today, my friends, I made a most interesting discovery--very comparable to Chris finding America (even if he wasn't the first one). Incidentally, Queen Isabella is a distant, distant cousin of mine, so it stands to reason I would make such a great discovery. This is also a find with which you--yes, YOU!--can experiment and see for yourself!
This all started with me trying to give a friend the directions to my house. So, I typed:
"Park anywhere but in the covered parking and I’m on the main floor in apt #818." (You can open MS Word and copy this sentence there if you want to try this for yourself.) You will (or should, if your Word works the same as mine) see that "I'm" is underlined with the green squiggly line, suggesting a recommended change. If you right-click to see the suggestions, you will find that it suggests using "I is" instead of "I'm". Now, "I is" would never be a correct usage in any sentence, so the fact that it suggests this is not only odd, but very witty in that MS didn't catch this. But, wait--it gets better! (Much like a Ron Popeil offer...)
Change the sentence to read "Park anywhere and I'm on the main floor." Now, the "I'm" has another suggestion--this time it's to use "I are". Again, this is never acceptable usage so truly an odd suggestion and oversight by supposedly intelligent programmers.
Based upon these amazing discoveries, you can clearly see that were you and I, Kadeopher Kimberumbus, to take a voyage together we would obviously find other amazing things that could also change the world! My thought is that it's a good thing I'm--or should that be "I is" or "I are"?--a fan of traveling, as it's clear that the world needs my genius to be spread abroad.
This all started with me trying to give a friend the directions to my house. So, I typed:
"Park anywhere but in the covered parking and I’m on the main floor in apt #818." (You can open MS Word and copy this sentence there if you want to try this for yourself.) You will (or should, if your Word works the same as mine) see that "I'm" is underlined with the green squiggly line, suggesting a recommended change. If you right-click to see the suggestions, you will find that it suggests using "I is" instead of "I'm". Now, "I is" would never be a correct usage in any sentence, so the fact that it suggests this is not only odd, but very witty in that MS didn't catch this. But, wait--it gets better! (Much like a Ron Popeil offer...)
Change the sentence to read "Park anywhere and I'm on the main floor." Now, the "I'm" has another suggestion--this time it's to use "I are". Again, this is never acceptable usage so truly an odd suggestion and oversight by supposedly intelligent programmers.
Based upon these amazing discoveries, you can clearly see that were you and I, Kadeopher Kimberumbus, to take a voyage together we would obviously find other amazing things that could also change the world! My thought is that it's a good thing I'm--or should that be "I is" or "I are"?--a fan of traveling, as it's clear that the world needs my genius to be spread abroad.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Drunks, dogs, and dentists...oh my! (A long post)
I wrote this earlier today at work and it wouldn't post, so here it is now...
Well, it has been a few days since I last wrote and needless to say, much has happened. Saturday night was my company Christmas party, which was a night of fun, food, dancing...and an open bar. This was the first mistake. Not for me, mind you, but for plenty of others who don't know when to stop. The second mistake was having different bartenders and not keeping track of how many drinks a person had, thus resulting in me seeing many co-workers and their spouses in a totally different light. As soon as one particularly reserved co-worker came sloshing up to me and was beyond loud, I knew I was in for a fun night! Actually, it was a lot of fun--the food was great, I have a lot of awesome co-workers with whom I love to visit, and I love me some good music and dancing, so dance I did! A co-worker took some pictures of me and another co-worker tearing up the dance floor to a disco song, which I'll post here later.
I danced for hours and dragged others on to the floor with me, resulting in even more fun. Sure, I dance like a white kid from Utah, but as I really don't care how foolish I look, I just had fun and enjoyed the time. I was sweating like a stuck pig (granted, pigs don't sweat; but, if they did and they were stuck, this would be comparable to how I looked after the hours of dancing). The party continued on well into the night as we moved from the hotel ballroom to a club there in downtown Raleigh. I had been to this club before and had enjoyed it, but this time it wasn't nearly as much fun. I was D.D., as usual, so I couldn't just take off once I got bored either. The more interesting parts of the evening were when a co-worker's date started another co-worker's hair on fire while lighting his cigarette; another was when a guy literally collapsed next to me. He hit his head on the concrete floor and was completely out. I immediately thought, "Alcohol poisoning!!" So, I bent over and was checking for a pulse when he came to. It was a huge relief. I picked him up off the floor and draped him over his drunk girlfriend's back so she could drag him out of the building.
I had agreed to dog-sit for another co-worker, so by the time I took home one co-worker and her significant other, it was really late and I still had to take Bailey out to do his thing. Bailey is a 125-lb. St. Bernard, pitbull, yellow lab mix. He's huge. He's such a big baby too...and sooooo sweet. I just love my Mr. Bailey--except for when his nails haven't been clipped and he jumps up on me. He almost pierced my nipple once by doing this. Anyway, I drove to Cary and took Bailey out in the freezing cold and we made a quick trip around the lake. I got home and took out Matza and Peanut, finally having my head hit my pillow at 4:45 a.m. I was exhausted. However...
A friend of a friend of a friend, Crystal, has a dog, a male Bichon Frise, that she is giving away as she can't keep him in her new residence. I had looked into adopting him about a month ago, but it sounded like someone else had taken him. So, it was a bit of a surprise when I got a call right as I was heading out to the company party, asking if I'd consider taking him. Well, I didn't have the time to run to Durham to pick him up before the party and I didn't want to get him and immediately abandon him in my apartment, so I arranged to get him the next morning--not realizing I'd be out so late. When I called to arrange for a later meeting time, I seriously sounded like I myself was drunk. It was awful. I was sure Crystal wouldn't want me to come near her dog at that point. As a small example of how the conversation went, this was the opening sequence:
Me: "Hello?"
Crystal: "Hi Kade, it's Crystal."
Me (Half mumbling): "Hi Crystal, it's Kade. Oh wait. You knew that. You said 'Hi Kade'. Oops."
Anyway, despite my drunken-sounding state, she still agreed to let me take "Roo" for a few days to see if he was compatible with Matza, etc. I wasn't so sure about him when he basically fought me away from him when I picked him up to go with me. Crystal had to sit with him in my car to get him to calm down enough for us to leave. Anyway, I had Matza, Peanut, and Roo (named after the Winnie the Pooh "Roo", as he hops a lot when he walks) on Sunday afternoon and evening, which was a bit of a nightmare. You see--Matza is back in heat (I thought I had more time in which to get her fixed) and Roo is not fixed. Keeping them apart and then walking all three of them was a bit of an overload. It made me realize I should definitely not adopt Roo. I can not handle two dogs. However...
My friend, Adrian, decided that he wanted to try out Roo and see if Roo would be good for him to adopt. He renamed him "Rolfe", while I called him "Rolfie", and Rolfie's personality really started to come out more yesterday. He is the sweetest dog and beyond calm. I'm used to Matza (who could never be described as being calm), so this was quite the change. Well, long, long story shorter, Adrian decided today to adopt Rolfe, whom I re-named again last night (this time for good). His new name is Sir Toby Hopsalot Kimber-Powell. As Adrian says I am part owner, I thought the hyphenated last name was best. :) We call him "Toby" for short and he really responds to it quite well. Other than waking at 4:30 this morning, as he wanted to go outside, Toby has been quite good and it'll be nice to have him around to perhaps help calm Matza and give Peanut more energy (she's getting a bit old). He's one year old and is about 15-17 lbs., which is unusually big for a Bichon. He is basically Matza on steroids.
I keep them in different houses during the day--one at my house, one at Adrian's--so that we don't have mini-Matza's running around. However, they all get along very well and even Peanut (who has an especially hard time with other dogs) is okay with him for the most part. He didn't want to leave me this morning to go to Adrian's (admittedly, he does like me more than Adrian, but I think that will change the more he's around Adrian) and I can't wait to see the little furry trio tonight.
This morning, I ended up back at the dentist to have impressions done for Invisalign braces. It wasn't too bad--I read a smutty gossip magazine while the hygienist did her thing--other than that I found out it'll be an additional $1047 per tooth for veneers that I'll need once I have all the extra space between my front teeth. It sucks, but I don't want to look like a hillbilly. I reckon I'll be in this about $10,000 by the time is all said and done, but I'll have one heck of a smile. :) (And my deep bite will finally be corrected, thus saving my jaw and teeth from more damage.)
Anyway, now that I've written a novel, I must get back to work. My thought is that life would be so much easier if I were independently wealthy and didn't need to work. I could spend my days accomplishing errands, doing charity work, socializing, and traveling the world--not to mention playing with dogs and laughing at drunks. In the meantime, I'll just work on a proposal instead.
Hasta!
me
Well, it has been a few days since I last wrote and needless to say, much has happened. Saturday night was my company Christmas party, which was a night of fun, food, dancing...and an open bar. This was the first mistake. Not for me, mind you, but for plenty of others who don't know when to stop. The second mistake was having different bartenders and not keeping track of how many drinks a person had, thus resulting in me seeing many co-workers and their spouses in a totally different light. As soon as one particularly reserved co-worker came sloshing up to me and was beyond loud, I knew I was in for a fun night! Actually, it was a lot of fun--the food was great, I have a lot of awesome co-workers with whom I love to visit, and I love me some good music and dancing, so dance I did! A co-worker took some pictures of me and another co-worker tearing up the dance floor to a disco song, which I'll post here later.
I danced for hours and dragged others on to the floor with me, resulting in even more fun. Sure, I dance like a white kid from Utah, but as I really don't care how foolish I look, I just had fun and enjoyed the time. I was sweating like a stuck pig (granted, pigs don't sweat; but, if they did and they were stuck, this would be comparable to how I looked after the hours of dancing). The party continued on well into the night as we moved from the hotel ballroom to a club there in downtown Raleigh. I had been to this club before and had enjoyed it, but this time it wasn't nearly as much fun. I was D.D., as usual, so I couldn't just take off once I got bored either. The more interesting parts of the evening were when a co-worker's date started another co-worker's hair on fire while lighting his cigarette; another was when a guy literally collapsed next to me. He hit his head on the concrete floor and was completely out. I immediately thought, "Alcohol poisoning!!" So, I bent over and was checking for a pulse when he came to. It was a huge relief. I picked him up off the floor and draped him over his drunk girlfriend's back so she could drag him out of the building.
I had agreed to dog-sit for another co-worker, so by the time I took home one co-worker and her significant other, it was really late and I still had to take Bailey out to do his thing. Bailey is a 125-lb. St. Bernard, pitbull, yellow lab mix. He's huge. He's such a big baby too...and sooooo sweet. I just love my Mr. Bailey--except for when his nails haven't been clipped and he jumps up on me. He almost pierced my nipple once by doing this. Anyway, I drove to Cary and took Bailey out in the freezing cold and we made a quick trip around the lake. I got home and took out Matza and Peanut, finally having my head hit my pillow at 4:45 a.m. I was exhausted. However...
A friend of a friend of a friend, Crystal, has a dog, a male Bichon Frise, that she is giving away as she can't keep him in her new residence. I had looked into adopting him about a month ago, but it sounded like someone else had taken him. So, it was a bit of a surprise when I got a call right as I was heading out to the company party, asking if I'd consider taking him. Well, I didn't have the time to run to Durham to pick him up before the party and I didn't want to get him and immediately abandon him in my apartment, so I arranged to get him the next morning--not realizing I'd be out so late. When I called to arrange for a later meeting time, I seriously sounded like I myself was drunk. It was awful. I was sure Crystal wouldn't want me to come near her dog at that point. As a small example of how the conversation went, this was the opening sequence:
Me: "Hello?"
Crystal: "Hi Kade, it's Crystal."
Me (Half mumbling): "Hi Crystal, it's Kade. Oh wait. You knew that. You said 'Hi Kade'. Oops."
Anyway, despite my drunken-sounding state, she still agreed to let me take "Roo" for a few days to see if he was compatible with Matza, etc. I wasn't so sure about him when he basically fought me away from him when I picked him up to go with me. Crystal had to sit with him in my car to get him to calm down enough for us to leave. Anyway, I had Matza, Peanut, and Roo (named after the Winnie the Pooh "Roo", as he hops a lot when he walks) on Sunday afternoon and evening, which was a bit of a nightmare. You see--Matza is back in heat (I thought I had more time in which to get her fixed) and Roo is not fixed. Keeping them apart and then walking all three of them was a bit of an overload. It made me realize I should definitely not adopt Roo. I can not handle two dogs. However...
My friend, Adrian, decided that he wanted to try out Roo and see if Roo would be good for him to adopt. He renamed him "Rolfe", while I called him "Rolfie", and Rolfie's personality really started to come out more yesterday. He is the sweetest dog and beyond calm. I'm used to Matza (who could never be described as being calm), so this was quite the change. Well, long, long story shorter, Adrian decided today to adopt Rolfe, whom I re-named again last night (this time for good). His new name is Sir Toby Hopsalot Kimber-Powell. As Adrian says I am part owner, I thought the hyphenated last name was best. :) We call him "Toby" for short and he really responds to it quite well. Other than waking at 4:30 this morning, as he wanted to go outside, Toby has been quite good and it'll be nice to have him around to perhaps help calm Matza and give Peanut more energy (she's getting a bit old). He's one year old and is about 15-17 lbs., which is unusually big for a Bichon. He is basically Matza on steroids.
I keep them in different houses during the day--one at my house, one at Adrian's--so that we don't have mini-Matza's running around. However, they all get along very well and even Peanut (who has an especially hard time with other dogs) is okay with him for the most part. He didn't want to leave me this morning to go to Adrian's (admittedly, he does like me more than Adrian, but I think that will change the more he's around Adrian) and I can't wait to see the little furry trio tonight.
This morning, I ended up back at the dentist to have impressions done for Invisalign braces. It wasn't too bad--I read a smutty gossip magazine while the hygienist did her thing--other than that I found out it'll be an additional $1047 per tooth for veneers that I'll need once I have all the extra space between my front teeth. It sucks, but I don't want to look like a hillbilly. I reckon I'll be in this about $10,000 by the time is all said and done, but I'll have one heck of a smile. :) (And my deep bite will finally be corrected, thus saving my jaw and teeth from more damage.)
Anyway, now that I've written a novel, I must get back to work. My thought is that life would be so much easier if I were independently wealthy and didn't need to work. I could spend my days accomplishing errands, doing charity work, socializing, and traveling the world--not to mention playing with dogs and laughing at drunks. In the meantime, I'll just work on a proposal instead.
Hasta!
me
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