The Interview Game

THE RULES
1. Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3. You'll update your website with my five questions, and your five answers.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

My questions are from Tiffany of Miss Cranky.

1. Is there anything you haven't done yet?
I've done almost everything I've set out to do, but there are a few things left that I'd still like to do. Like for instance, jumping out of a plane, ride on a hot air balloon and win the lotto! Heh...

2. Do you have any pets? Why or why not?
No, I don't have a pet because having one is a lot of responsibility. I want to be very sure before I get myself a pet because once I do, it will stay with me for life. I ain't gonna get myself a pet only to give it away because it's an inconvenience. There's too much of that goin' on enough as it is.

3. How did you become involved in the land mail art objects project?
I first became involved after reading about it on a website.

4. Do you consider yourself an artist?
Yes, I do. I draw flies. No really, seriously - I do consider myself somewhat of an arteest :-)


5. What is the answer to everything?
For me, it's food :o)

What's the Story, Morning Glory?

Well, after more than a week, my car is finally ready. It's been painted and I have new windshield wipers and a motor for them as well. Only one thing: My wipers still aren't workin' right, and the folks that repaired my car claim it's coming from inside the car (the switch), which the accident didn't cause. Soooo, I have to get that fixed and pay for it. But, that's another story.

Let's move on to the next one:

Maim was in a car accident. She was rear-ended today while pulling into her apartment complex. She was hit by a young kid that couldn't speak a word of English, so Maim had to call in the CHP (Calif. Highway Patrol) since she was unable to get any information from him. Well, after they came and she reported the accident to them, she discovered that the guy has no license and no insurance. They hauled his car away.

Mari says she feels ok, not sore or anything, but she will get examined just in case. As for her car, it's a mess, although she is still able to drive it.

She will call Jens tomorrow (our ins. agent) and begin the process to get her car repaired and hopefully she'll get herself into a doctor to get herself checked out.

Poor kid. She just fixed her car paying over $400 to do it. And, you bet her insurance rates will go up as result of this accident.

On the Work Front
Busier than hell. I kinda like it, but then again, it's gettin' on my nerves.

BratGammon
I haven't spent much time on the ladder because I am needing a reprieve from it. I used to panic when I'd be away from the ladder for even one day thinking that if either cuzzy or me wasn't on the ladder every night, we would lose our place in the gaming community, but now it's not a big deal to me. I can't always be on the ladder, and to be frank, I shouldn't always be on it. And, one can only take so much babysitting and dealing with rude and discourteous people - being on the ladder can be a pain in the ass.

James Bond Headache
Then, there's my headache; the one where I go around lookin' like James Bond (the one arched brow look).

"And you are?"

"Bond, Jamesh Bond." ((Sean Connery impression))

And of course, ya gotta love the way he said Pussy Galore.

"Pushy Galore."

And, I thank you for reading my shtupendous blog.

*throws kissessss*

I'm Gonna Eat Some Worms
For the first time ever in my illustrious "having a computer" career, I got my very first virus. The infamous W32 Blaster Worm made its presence known to me in the past three days. What a nasty bugger. I was finally able to get online fast enough to quickly download the removal tool, then I hurried on over and downloaded the patch from Microsoft. What a pain in the pa-toot; I had to reformat. The wormy was affecting everything from my media player to sabatoging my Norton's Anti-Virus program. Tricky little mutha.

Why, I oughta . . .

Smile
Went to the dentist yesterday for my six-month check-up. The hygentist was a tad too enthusiastic with her tools. "You seem to be bleeding quite a bit," she says.

"Mmufphh," I replied with her fingers and instruments in my mouth (mentally, I was rollin' my eyes).

I love my dentist. I've been going to him for 15 + years now. I've followed him each time he has moved and I've even changed dental plans a couple of times. He started out with a group of dentists, then he went out on his own and has done very well for himself. He has recently gone high-tech; his patients will be able to watch their teeth being worked on via monitor. I will pass on that benefit, thank you very much.

Basically, I have nice teeth, rarely do I ever get any cavities, I've never had a root canal (knock on wood) and I had my first crown just last year (ooo, it's purdy - I chose gold - and nooo, it's not a front tooth, you gansta freaks! It's a molar way way in the back). I panic over the smallest things having to do with my teeth because I think they will fall out (shup!). Anyhow, Dr. D finds my bouts of "teeth anxiety" amusing. If he wasn't so cute, I'd slap that man silly.

Schweet!
Played some gammon at BratGammon. I came in second place at our monthly TOC (Tournament of Champions). Dammit, I wanted first so I could put the TOC medal on my Tournament card (schweet!)…but alas, no schweet for me.

Kernyen Monday
Turned in the rented video one minute before it was due in - yay! (I am so booty-licious).

My car is now in the shop to get repaired, so I'm driving a rental - a Chevrolet Malibu. I ax'd for a Hummer or a Land Rover, but they were all plumb out - dammit! OK, granted my insurance wouldn't cover any kind of rentals like that, but I can ask always ever hopeful that there is a nit-wit working on that particular shift and would let me have one of those vehicles. I mean, it seems there is always a nit-wit at the restaurants I eat at or at the retail stores where I shop - why not for heaven's sake at a rental establishment??

Talked to Meerie today. Her thumb is doin' okay. We had to go to emergency yesterday because while we were trying to give Tam-Popo her pill, she bit Meerie in the thumb. Cat bites cause infections so off to emergency care we went. Meerie was prescribed anti-biotics.

Whenever Tam-Popo is given medication, taken to the vet or even bathed, she fumes for days, she's so pissed. She won't show her feline face anywhere preferring to sulk and pout. But, this time around, she stayed by Meerie's side because I believe she knew she hurt her mama and it was her way of apologizing. Of course, Meerie forgave Tam-Popo. I was like, "Let me have her, mom. I'll take her to a cat farm and make me a Tam-Popo coat!"

"Karen," Meerie says woefully. "Don't talk like that; she can understand you. Besides, she didn't mean it."

"Yeah, I got her 'didn't mean it' right here!" I say to Meerie.

Of course, I'm joking. 'Sides, I couldn't lift that cat if ya paid me, she's so FAT! She's a floatation device with fur, which is why I hint to Meerie about my taking Tam-Popo with me whenever I fly the friendly skies - you know, just in case.

Meerie took Molokai (her other cat) to the vet and had her shaved. Man, I bet all the other animals made fun of her when she got back from the vet. I know she is more comfortable and feels better...I mean, really, who cares if she looks like a weirded out lion with a really BIG head and a few explosions of fur on her paws and at the end of her tail....but I know the animal kingdom is laffin' at her, so I give Molokai some extra lovin'.

Meerie has many animals but her fave is her Jack Russell Terrier named Fig. Meerie bred her with another JRT and about eight weeks ago, Fig gave birth to three little pups - all males. Meerie named them Rocky, Picasso and John. They're eight weeks old and cuter than hell.

I know. John?

Heheheh....it's like having a dog named Steve or Nancy, isn't it? :o)

Kernyen is Back!
you know you just love it

Well, my cuzzy figured out how to get Blogger working for us. Yay!!

So, I am back suckas! I am back to blog my heart out; it's been too freaking long.

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Okay, okay...First thing, let me say that I have made a decision; I will do my very, very best in trying not to talk anything of the political nature.

BTW, I'm voting for Arnie if the Davis Recall gets that far. Oh sure peeps are bitching about how the recall is a waste, yadda, yadda! But, I'm all for it. I'm sure there's been a govenor recalled in another state in our country's illustrious history, but cannot confirm this 'cos I'm too lazy to research it, but c'mon folks admit it; this is just right up California's alley. Only we can cause such a ruckus!

I love being a Californian.

Oh, and forget the not talkin' politics statement I made - I just has to say what I wants to say.

Since I wasn't able to blog for about a month, I took that time to whine (I did that really, really well), eat more (another excellent feat) and surf around the internet. I found some sites that I will be adding to my "fave reads" list. I love peeps that can make me laugh when I read their blogs and found that there are some very witty folks out there!

o0o - I have a Zonkie Board now, so feel free to partake in a quickie and leave yours truly a message.

After reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, I was so in the mood to read more books like that, but didn't want to re-read any of the HP series. So instead I read Artemis Fowl, Book I. It was okay. It takes you into a fairy/elf world where you will meet these beings of fantasy with personalities and habits as any human. There are sprites that talk like truck drivers, murderous trolls, ambitious-hungry fairies, a smart-ass centaur. AND fairies do not have wings, well not of the natural kind, but one of the mechanical sort (yes you read right) - burst my bubble on the fairy front. Anyhow, the book didn't really satisfy what I was looking for so am now starting to read the first book of The Narnia Chronicles.

Embarrassing moment within this past week: Going through an automatic revolving glass door and getting stuck in the middle of it while two of my friends that had gone through just moments before me stood outside the door laughing their assess off. A security guard at the front desk had to let me out. Humiliating - especially when you're a chubba-wubba chick leaving a cafeteria.

Why I oughta. . .