Well, I am just going to say it...I wish I was back in undergrad!!!! Really truly. I can't believe that I am saying this. This is crazy. So, here's why I wish I was back in undergrad. To start, I had free health and dental insurance, no real job with sick days and vacation days to fight with HR and payroll about b/c I'm not accruing said time like I should be, no car or car insurance payments, I could sleep in and skip work/class if I really wanted to (but not if I have to violate the "3 skip rule"), free food (albeit crappy most days) at the DH, I would be using my brain for more than paper pushing at work and mundane housework at home and instead could be intellectually stimulated in the classroom, and I wouldn't have to wear heels and pantyhose to class or while mowing/trash picking/poop slinging. And I could take as many naps as I felt like taking. I'm sure most of you have heard by now about my disaster at the dentist's office. The horrible dentist told me I need 3 root canals on one side of my mouth(for a cost of about $800 to cover my copay) and it'll be another 2 weeks before I could get in to see a different dentist for a second opinion. In the interim, my teeth ache and if the pain becomes unbearable then I will be forced to let the bad dentist give me a root canal anyway. But only one per side. Why did I think life after undergrad was going to be so easy? I am such an idiot. I do have to admit that I rather enjoy not being forced to read dry texts full of anthropological theory when I would rather read Harry Potter or the latest issue of Bitch, Ms. or Bust. Stupid Border's by my house doesn't even carry Bust. So, there's my rant. Not only do I have to stay here longer than the first week of June to get this dental thing figured out and treated but I have to use my moving money to do it. And I was a bug idiot who chose the HMO not the PPO so I am even more screwed and will be stuck seeing the crappiest dentists in the area. HR knew that our dental HMO was bad but didn't bother to tell anyone that. How nice. BLARG! Where is my miracle job with the wonderful benefits, 401k, direct deposit, low insurance premiums and nice salary? I guess I'd better get my rear in gear so I can find the miracle job. Pushing back moving day does buy me a little more time to do a more thorough job search and does get me more vacation time to turn in in the end so that I'll get a nice little paycheck after I move. Well, that's all for now. I can't think about anything else other than my teeth and the dentist situation so this will be it for a few days until I have a better idea of what's going on.

What a day...and it's allergy season (when is it not, really?) and I wish it was the first week of June already. Since I don't have anything positive to say about my life, I will do a belated Friday 5 b/c I just have to concur with Gwen about 6 Feet Under. Truly a remarkable show.
1. What is my fav. t.v. show and why? Well, I have to say 6 Feet Under b/c the the story lines are brilliant and the subject matter is absolutely compelling. I never miss it. Although, I have to say that Frazier was my fav. show as was the X-files, but lately Frazier has been a little dull and the X-Files just plain old suck without Mulder. Scrubs is highly entertaining and I don't miss that one either, but it's just not of the same caliber as 6 Feet Under.
2. Who is my fav. t.v. star? That's a tough one. I love the cast of 6 Feet Under but I don't really have a favorite star of any show. I will say that I still love Fox Mulder now and forever. I are a big nerd. HA! Remember that? I know Angie does.
3. What was my fav. t.v. show as a kid? Duh! Didn't everyone love the Cosby Show? Followed by a Different World? And absolutely The Facts of Life but not so much Diff'rent Strokes which we has turned on in our waiting room today. And anybody who went to Centerville Elem. School (Scott) will remember that our 6th grade class chose Married with Children as our fave. t.v. show. Hee Hee. I can't believe I remember that.
4. What show should have been cancelled by now? Without a doubt, Survivor. What a horrible, horrible show. No wait, ALL "reality" shows should have been cancelled by now which includes stupid Real World, even tho I am hooked on the Chicago season.
5. What show do I hope won't get the axe this season? Scrubs. According to the Tribune, Neilson ratings aren't terribly high for this show but I just love it's campy humor. Besides, if it's cancelled, what will Angie and I do during that time slot if we can't call each other during commercial breaks to talk about the show?

So, there you go. Gwen, if everyone else has comments on their site, can I have some on mine? Then I could be cool like everyone else. Does anyone even read this?

Can't wait to move, can't wait to move, can't wait to move...sigh...of course, moving is a complex and hgihly stressful event full of what to keep and what stays and what goes and where it will all go. Not looking forward to the physical act of moving, as in, not looking forward to a 13 hour drive (lots of pee stops for me and MuttButt) and like, 20 bucks in tolls and goddess knows what in gas money. Did you know that the Chicago (Chick-ah-go for fans of Married With Children) has the 4th highest price for gas in the U.S? There are some advantages to living so close to the IL/IN state line b/c it's at least 30 cents cheaper in IN. I paid $1.29 for gas today. I remember when gas cost me $.75 a gallon. Of course, my parents remember when gas was 25 cents per gal so no contest. They also remember when a Coke was 5 cents and smokes were 25 cents a pack. Ah, the good old days of "cancer research" as Matthew calls it. Hee hee. Well, I've been thinking a lot about Gwen's Fri 5; the one about the definition of "home." When we moved to PA, home was always Indianapolis. And 1100 Harriet Ave was home for 14 years until the first floor of Weis Hall became home for 3 years. And now, Cal. City is home (but not for much longer) but PA is soon to be home again. So what is "home"? I think that home is where all or most of your crap is. I've been saying that since I went to F&M b/c technically, most of your crap is still at your parents' house at that point. And then for those of us who no longer live with both of our parents, "home" morphs into wherever you are, regardless of where your crap is. Soon enough, I will have crap at my mom's and dad's houses and I will not be residing in either place. So I guess that "home" is wherever my dog is b/c she is home to me. And let's not forget the Gaul House that has always been like home away from home but since I won't be living there either...And last but not least, home is also wherever "Bed Paradise" is and that can be anywhere you want it to be. It can be in a crappy hotel room or a dorm room or your ex-boyfriend's spare bedroom...Well, enough of that. Must go to Bed Paradise right now and read my new Alton Brown cookbook. Love to all, K.

Hello! Really must make an effort to blog more frequently but I am just so darned busy. I swear I work the "second shift." It's one thing to clean up after yourself but to clean up after your so-called roomates is a whole other crap load o' fun. Truly. Lots of sarcasm. So, I wanted to tell you about this hysterical thing I saw a dog down the street do--so funny. It's owner was outside with his kids and the dog and the kids have this little ride around thing with 4 wheels and a steering wheel. Not like a Big Wheels from back in my day, heh heh, but anyway, so this dog was pushing it around the yard by the steering wheel and it was pushing it in big circles in the yard. That is totally the best pet trick I have ever seen. Except for the dog that could jump up a telephone pole. Anyone see that on Letterman? It was before he left NBC. Anyway, so funny to watch this dog push the funny toy around the yard. My dog doesn't do anything funny like that. She chases her tail pretty well and can throw a ball to herself. Shana also enjoys napping in the sunshine and playing with her toys. She does not, however, enjoy other the company of other dogs unless there is a tall fence b/w them. I will also be writing a pet resume for Shananay when I can move out of Sam's house and into my own apt. Gwen, are you sure you don't want to live in Lanky with me? It'll make you feel good. Ew! Craig! Hee hee. Don't cry girl, have gum! Har dee har. And speaking of Gwen, pls tell me you saw 6 Feet Under on Sunday? Everyone was having sex all over the place. Sort of. Peter Krause is so cute. He can be my new boyfriend. Right after I'm done with John Corbett. So hot! Must be careful not to let my vagina run away from me down Stanly Blvd:> She might get bitten by a dog. Well, must go. V. tired. Will blog soon. K.

Good day to everyone! You guys crack me up! Your blogs are hysterical:> By the way, I can't find Scott's blog. Need help. Also need heat b/c my hands are so cold that I keep making typos. So Gwen, this whole "Queer as Folk" thing is getting out of hand. You know, Matthew watches it sometimes which just kills me. He also watches "Trading Spaces" but whatever. Instead of carrying around his book of poetry and hoping that someone will ask to read it, he watches "girlie" shows to demonstrate his "sensitive" side. Whatever. Yes, so Gwen, what are you doing renting old episodes?!? It's not that good. It is gay soft porn. But the guys are totally hot! Really! Just don't take my HBO away and make me miss "6 Feet Under," a show that is without a doubt superior to all others. That Brenda was so bad last week. Do you think there is sexual tension b/w Claire and her guidance counselor, Gary? If Mr. Bair looked like Gary I would have been in his office every week! Hee hee hee.
Alissa, today I was too busy to be bored so no one drew my blood to run a cholesterol test. I did however have to reschedule a vasectomy appt b/c the guy wanted to be able to have sex on his birthday. He wanted " to have a great performance, not a mediocre performance." WHATEVER, MR. I-Don't-Want-to-Be-Out-of-Commission! At least he wasn't telling me he wanted to be neutered like one of the last patients we saw. He kept telling me he was ready to be neutered. Eventually I just asked him if he really wanted us to cut of his testicles b/c that's what being neutered is. Duh. Sometimes the male patients are worse than the female patients. La la la, only 7 more weeks of misery. Wheeeee! Can't wait to move back to Lanky:> Gwen, come live in Lanky with me. Be my "sugar mama" and support me while I find a new job. Har har. Well, must whiz (I've been ready B.J. again--v.g.). Byeee!

Well, now that Gwen-baby has created this beautiful new blog for me, I suppose I should start posting some stuff, huh? As you all know by now, I am currently endeavoring to return to Lanky and procure some kind of gainful employment, and I plan to apply for a job in Annual Giving in Fummerland. They actually call it that. Seriously. Kind of stupid, I know. Anyway, I was reading the specs for the job b/c I plan to fax my resume, etc tomorrow when I suddenly remembered that I had sort of a little...problem, shall we say, with the asst director of Personnel and that is who is going to be reading my resume for this job. She got all mad at me b/c I was blowing leaves from behind the business office one day right before I left for Chicago and she drove her car right where I was blowing a huge cloud of dirt and leaves and so on and then proceeded to yell at me b/c I was getting her dirty when she had the audacity to to get in my way. Whatever. So she made a big stink about how I got her and her car dirty and called and cried to my boss. Whatever. No one likes her anyway. Just b/c she insisted on parking where I was working when there were 20 (literally) spots available. So now, I am just going to have to hope that she has forgotten about that. It's not like I don't have 5 contacts/references who are higher up in the chain of command to come to my aid. Bleah. This whole getting ready to move thing is really taxing and doubts are starting to set in. I know that I am doing the right thing by moving back so I am not going to worry unnecessarily about it. It looks like I am going to be moving in with Sam for a little while as I look for a job/place to live. Not the most ideal situation but I think we can work it out. Besides, it's only temporary. Other than that, just the usual is going on around here. I told my brother he and his girlfriend needed to find another place to have sex if me or my mom are at home. I have to go back to court this week to file again to get my money from that stupid woman. God, this is tedious. Actually, this stupid case is what's holding me up. I'd move sooner if it were possible. Um...work is okay. I've been having some issues with some of the patients. We have been seeing a lot of "repeat customers" if you catch my drift. The worst one of all was a 15 year-old girl who had an abortion in the beginning of Feb and got pregnant again 10 days later and returned last Saturday for another abortion. Totally insane. And in 2nd place is a woman in her late 30's that we saw in January and returned last week and this is her 5th abortion. She really has no excuse for that. That is just total lack of responsibility right there. I think that's the worst part of my job--the women who don't seem to take birth control seriously. But as terrible as that is, it's their right to choose and that's our mission statement. I wish our mission statement also included something about giving massive raises to the health educators:> Even after I leave this job, I would really like to do some volunteer work for Planned Parenthood or similar organization. I am truly committed to the cause, but right now, it just ain't paying the bills too well. I will say that it is the perfect part-time job. You go in for a few hours a week, you get out of the house for a little bit and you make a little extra money and then you go back home to your partner and kids or dogs or whatever and you get to feel like your life has meaning while still spending quality time with your loved ones. But since I am not at that point in my life, nor do I plan to be at that point for another 8 years, I will just have to get a full-time job that pays more than peanuts. So, that's all that is really going on. Target had a sale on underwear, but that's nothing to write home about. Well, I'm off to bed so that I can read a little Bridget Jones for a while and then fall asleep with my bunny bee curled up at my side. Have a good week!

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Hello! Well, this is my third time posting a blog. The first two attempts were lost for various reasons--actually, I think it's a technological conspiracy against me. Or not. So, I am going to try this whole blog thing. If all of you are doing it and they are talking about it on NPR, then it can't be that bad. That's not to say that if you all jumped of a cliff or that NPR endorsed jumping off a cliff that I would do it. But as my friends of many years, you know that already:> Well, I have to go do some hopelessly mundane household chores. I will be sure to blog later. hee hee, that sounds so cool. K.

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