Fun, Tattoos, and Netflix

Hey my love bugs! I’ve been MIA for pretty much the best reason everrr….Living life to the fullest and being completely awesome! (duhhh) Spring is finally in the air and the better “schedule” and sleep regimen my doc has me following is working great. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much energy (most days) and I’m loving it. Another victory in my book. CHECK and MATE!

So last Sunday a few of us did one of those popular drink and paint classes called Paint Nite. It was actually the afternoon but that’s beside the point. This one actually holds classes at different restaurants, etc. and you can order any kind of drinks or food you would like…of course that parts on you. Worth it! I would say it was the most fun class I’ve been to however it was the least instructive aaaaaand because I can’t paint it was a hot mess. A hilarious hot mess, but a hot mess nonetheless. I like the ones where the outline is drawn for you…so they even have those anymore?! Hmmm, I should probably look into that.

I had both of my monthly Girls’ Nights this week and it was great to see everyone! It is so much fun to get to spend some time out and about and have fun and laugh more. (I mean, I’m goofy and I laugh quite a bit but it’s those fun belly laughs I look forward to)

REALLY EXCITING NEWS! April 25th will mark one and a half years since my last seizure. (although it feels like just yesterday)Β  In honor of it I went out and got a tattoo that I’ve been wanting for years! It has a new meaning now and I’m glad I waited to get it because I was able to customize it a little more now. I’m posting a picture below….ignore the swollen foot. Β Notice the “;” in “sink” in place of the “i”. In case you are unaware the semicolon is part of the semicolon project meaning “my story isn’t over.” Authors use semicolons to signify that isn’t the end of the sentence and that’s the idea behind the meaning. I LOVE the idea!Β  (I may have also got a piercing I had years ago redone too….)


I’m beinge watching How to Get Away With Murder right now so I’m not exactly sure why I thought it would be a good time to write a blog. My ADD self has had to look up at least every few words to not miss anything. (ADD and the fact this is not a show you can follow without paying close attention. Haven’t watched it? That’s nuts! You should…now…go watch it now. NOWΒ  I SAID!

Love, hugs, kisses, tattoos, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚


I Don’t Want to Write a Title…DON’T PRESSURE ME!!

I just tackled my iPad away from Bentley so I may actually be able to get a blog done after all.


Tomorrowww, tomorrwwwww, I go back to working out with a trainer and will try not to pass out or break anything tomorrowwwwww! 😳πŸ’ͺ🏼 Ohhh lawd, I’m 5000.6% nervous because, this may come as a complete shock to you, but I’ve gained even mooooore weight and I’m out of shape like a balloon animal from a run down, coked up, drunken clown. You know, one that you are sure is aΒ sex offenders and couldn’t get his act together enough to put on the red nose so he haphazardly painted one on with his hooker girlfriends rouge? Yep, like that.

Anyways, I prepared today by not doing a thing. Well, I ate and napped. Those are my specialties so I can always fall back on them. I also checked my medical info on my phone so it would be up to date…you know…just because.



Just in case you were curious, as I know you are, I have yet to get in touch with the red carpet authorities. I may be in over my head on this one. 😳

I got nothin…

Love, hugs, kisses, horrible balloon animals, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G 😊

P.S. πŸ™„


I’m Baaaaaaaacccckkk! πŸŽ‰πŸ€—πŸŽ‰ You’re welcome. I know you are excited but no need to roll out the red carpet or anything. That would be too much. Pink. I will accept a pink carpet for a celebratory entrance (so to speak) but I have just never been a fan of the red ones. Who came up with the concept of a red carpet anyways? Shouldn’t it be a neutral that will go with any outfit? Maybe a white glittery carpet. That’s it. I should write someone about that and see if we can get that changed. But who? If you have any suggestions or know anyone who has any authority in the matter please let me know because I’m kind of at a loss right now. Maybe I will google it later. Or maybe not. Ehhh, oh well. Now, if you are not excited about my return, #sorrynotsorry, you can just stop reading you negative Nancy. I don’t like bummers on my blogs. Or bummers in general. But that’s neither here nor there. Mostly not here.

So it turns out that sleeping is a necessity and sleeping too much can be bad. Who knew? Alright, I did, but sometimes you just have to live in denial. That is until it becomes normal to stay up until 6 in the morning for no apparent reason and your sleep schedule becomes all wonky and your mood gets even wonkier. (apparently those are words because spell check let me just go with it with no squiggly lines, score!) Let’s just say I was beginning to irritate myself and I just don’t know how that could happen? I thought I was immune to my own irritatingness (New word…write that down Webster) and it only affected others. I was completely okay with that. HA! Again, #sorrynotsorry. Okay, okay, I’m soooooory. (In my 3 year old irritated toddler voice.) I digress…

At my last med check a few weeks ago my doctor decided this sleeping deal was not so kosher. I got this list of instructions…yes, a list of instructions on how to sleep like a normal individual…and of course I was like, No. Alright I just said “no” with my eyes but he knew the drill. Let me just give you the rundown on how this is supposed to work…

1- Do not stay in bed if you aren’t sleeping. (Soooo, I have to use my energy to move from my bed to the couch just to eat, watch TV, and chill on social media which is the same thing I would do in my nice comfy bed? Pshhh)

2-Don’t have caffeine in the evening. (Dude, I’m already not supposed to do that aaaaaand it’s pretty hit or miss. DON’T PRESSURE ME!) β˜•οΈ

3- Don’t watch TV, use your smart phone, I pad, computer, etc. after dark because they have a background of blue light. (Jaw meet floor!!! I seriously considered pressing the panic button and having all the other psychiatrists come running in. I felt he was in dire need of a psychiatric workup and maybe a straight jacket and padded room. (That’s en exaggeration, I’m all about #nostigmas but I needed to make a point here folks!) But I didn’t because that scenario didn’t turn out so well in my head. Poor guy, I feel like I should apologize just for thinking that. Then again, if I tell him that he may think I have more problems than I do. THIS IS A VICIOUS CYCLE!!!!)

4- If I insisted on using said technology (ummm…duhhhh) then there are these special colored glasses I can wear to block the blue light. (Great, now special glasses!?! I’m becoming more “special” as life goes along. Hmmm. So of course I chose the glasses. DO you blame me? Of course you don’t, you are reading this from one of those devices this very minute. HA! Smart thinking going on over here. They are actually fairly inexpensive and can be found just about anywhere. However, when looking for the “fairly inexpensive” glasses that could be found anywhere they were either in goggle form or like the ones you wear to do yard work to keep from getting earthy type things in your eyes. Thank God for Amazon. I found a pair that, honestly, I’m kind of obsessed with (should I admit that?) and now I want them in regular glasses too. (You know, the one’s that actually allow me to see…that is a slight downfall on these. Maybe I should have gotten the goggles to go over my regular glasses. hahhaha, yeaaaaa, no.) I’ve kind of lost my train of thought now so I’m just going to leave you with this….glasses)


They have this yellow/orange tint. Don’t worry, I know I look amazing it them. 😏 You can be awesome too by visiting for all your old people glasses needs. #ihateselfies #ilovehashtags πŸ€—

5- One other small little thing. Ambian. 😳 (I actually did say “No” out loud to this one but I left with a prescription anyway. This is usually the case. I’m such a sucker for doing what I can to get better. Who does that?! 😜 Anywho, I overreact to every potential side effect I read or hear so all the car keys were hidden and my guns were moved to other rooms. So far so good and it seems to be helping for sure so I guess there’s that. Kim: 1 or 2 (I may be exaggerating too high with those numbers) and Doctors: 1,743,785,946,967.2 or something like that. This should just be a temporary thing (which is how he talked me into taking it) so fingers crossed it keeps working and I can negotiate coming off of it sooner than later.)

πŸ’€πŸ’€Who knew sleeping the “correct” way was so technical.πŸ’€πŸ’€ All of this together is supposed to train the body to be more on a schedule. I guess I can’t argue with that. Well, I can and I pretty much tried to but as usual it was a moot point. I feel like I should be getting honorary degrees in all this stuff. No offense but from what I hear other people have to go through with their doctors it is likely I know more than that. Who am I kidding, I totally meant that offensively to them. #sorrynotsorry

Honestly, I had no idea how much talking about sleep would make me sleepy (plus I’m running late on my routine 😁 ) so let’s wrap this randomness up.

I promise to not go away for so long this time! (actually, my fingers were crossed but only because I don’t like making promises I can’t keep and I’m waaaayy too easily distracted to finish my blogs sometimes)

Loves, hugs, kisses, #sorrynotsorry, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚

P.S. …..Usual disclaimer of terrible spelling and grammar….is this still not just understood?

Hey, Hey, Hey, Goodbye

I feel like I should just go ahead and admit that I started typing this 3 days ago and got distracted…then I forgot to finish. This is my life. Everyday. 😳

I just pulled up my blog to type and thought to myself…”self, what am I going to write about today?” Obviously I want to talk about this voting situation and the last couple days have been fairly busy. (week now) And don’t get me started on how AMAZING this weather has been. I’m already spoiled and I think it is supposed to cool down some soon…BoOoOoOoOo!! (By now this weather is tomorrow and it might snow. Curse the winter!!!) I hope I just heard that wrong. (I didn’t) and (Because let be honest, I never look at the weather reports and I’m not about to start now.) This could be why I used to start wearing tights and boots with my dresses in September. Hmmm…that just came to me. Or maybe I just like my tights and boots with my dresses so much I couldn’t wait. Yep, that sounds more like me. I digress.

This is where I got distracted…I didn’t say I got very far before then.

Voting. LAWD HAVE MERCY! I have so little yet so much to say at the same time. First of all, YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY for Lynne Johnson winning against Norman Holleman in the democratic primary!! Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya NERMAN!! Yes, I meant to say Nerman. I can now say you are like a nasty wart on the ass of society. You just never seemed to GO AWAY!! Do you and your family just enjoy being dicks? I was raised that if I didn’t have anything nice to say to not say anything at all. And I was raised that way by an amazing woman that you has no business running against in 2008. BUT, I don’t like you. I am an adult and I have decided to make an exception to this rule. So I ask you, no I beg you, to please just move on. I have heard nothing but complaints about you. Find a way to make an honest living without trying to turn other peoples lives upside down. Please and thank you. That is all.



Also, why on God’s green earth did the vast majority of people (at least in Forsyth County) not show up to vote?!?! πŸ’© You were given ample opportunity with absentee voting as an option and early voting as well. That’s just sad. Do they know what we are facing this year? Hey people, DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?!?!?! I know what you are saying and I agree, we are doomed. But, seriously? Why not take the opportunity to have your voice heard at least? πŸ‘ŽπŸΌ If you didn’t vote I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth whatsoeverΒ about politicians, politics and anything that comes out of it. I’m dead serious. For real. Keep your trap shut. I mean, I still love you because I’m super cool like that BUT, just no.

I’m super bummed Jim O’Neill lost in his primary. πŸ˜• You had my support of course. Next time though!!

That’s enough about that. I get sick of politics pretty quickly. (Not to mention it booooooring!)

I’m skipping talking about this beautiful weather because now I’m just mad. I WANT SPRING TO STAY NOW!!! Ahhhhhhh. Winter is mean and should only be allowed to stay a month. Okay, two, because I know a lot of people that love it. That’s how much I love all you people. I’m willing to compromise. You’re welcome! 😁

I stayed pretty daggum (awww, I miss Bobby Bowden 😞) busy this week as opposed to my usual weeks and I thoroughly enjoyed it! I might be more limited than before but that doesn’t change the fact I enjoy getting out and about when I can and feel up to it! Can I get a whoop whoop for that?! (Taking it back to the old school)…Also, If you don’t get that reference I’m not sure we can be friends. You should stop reading this immediately and google it. Oh, and look up Bobby Bowden as well while you are at it because that would make this situation so much worse if you don’t know who that cutie patotie is. I will wait…


Did you find it?

Good, I was hoping we could save our friendship somehow. That was a close one.

I have to be up early for The Color Run in the morning so I guess I better call it a night. (It is 9:30 and no, I am not ashamed to go night night already) Pray I make it the whole 3.2 miles…walking…or crawling. You know, however I can actually finish it. I guess we should really pray my heel holds up this year. I am wearing my brace, thick socks, and comfy cushion insoles (because I am pretty much already an old lady) so I should be fine. πŸ™‚

Love, hugs, kisses, bye bye Nerman, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚

P.S. The Usual

P.P.S. My sign off just gave me a great idea!! I so want to go see Nerman, look seriously into his eyes, and all of the sudden glitter bomb him!!! That would be so much fun. Anyone want to join? I mean really, who doesn’t love being covered in glitter for daaaayyyysss?!

This Wild Life I Live

I am such a blogging bum! I guess we will have to rename this one “the last few days in the life of Kimmy G.” Oops! Not gonna lie, there were a couple days there that I just forgot. Thank you spaz brain! I will blame in on the seizures and meds until the day I die. πŸ˜‰ And as for before then….I got nuthin’.

Soooooo I was getting ready God knows when for God knows what sometime this week and I went to brush my teeth. You’re welcome by the way. I reached over to grab my toothbrush and paste out of the holder and noticed that my toothbrush felt odd. I looked town and saw that I was holding my toothpaste and a tube of mascara. I don’t know about you, but I don’t dig the black teeth look. And if I was going to end up with black teeth I should have at least been able to use the drugs that made them that way. I kid, I kid (but no seriously, drugs are bad and not my scene. Stay in school kids…that should not be reading this. Hugs not drugs. Just say no. I think I have successfully covered it all. #addictionisnotfunnyatall! #mightgotohellforthatone) Annnnywho, my immediate reaction was “who the hell put mascara in my toothbrush holder? That’s just idiotic.” Of course, it only took me another couple of seconds to realize that considering it’s my mascara and my bathroom that I, in fact, was that idiot. Ehh, I’ve done worse. Things like this no longer shock me. However, I can’t remember the last time I used that specific mascara so I actually have more questions than answers at this point. Sheesh, why must I question the little things so much?! Curse you OCD brain….CURSE YOU!!

You are welcome for that super awesome story that has nothing to do with anything and is sadly one of the highlights on my week. Wow, I just got sad.

On to something wayyy more interesting! Well, for me at least. Alright now, so we have established I am in no way, shape, or form anywhere close to the “norm.” I could really debate that if it came down to it but that’s a story for another day. My sweet Dad had a random cyst on his ear that came up and he, along with his doctor, decided to go ahead and remove it to be on the safe side. Obviously the Doctor did…you know, just to clarify. It really wasn’t that big of a deal but it was on his ear so it was more annoying than anything. Well me being me had one of the oddest “why not?” moments and asked his doctor if I could watch her remove it. (Seriously, don’t tell me that you haven’t seen Dr. Sandra Lee on the Dr. Oz show or her Youtube channel removing blackheads and cysts?!) Odd? Yes. Oddly gratifying to watch? For sure. Well, at least according to my parents…and the logical part of my brain. Pretty much anything medical grosses me out so God only know what I was thinking!! HOWEVER, you will be glad to know I didn’t pass out, have a seizure, puke, or show any form of disgust. It. Was. Awesome. I will never be able to explain why it didn’t freak me out or why it was pretty sweet to watch but hey, expect the unexpected with me at all times. Always. Ever.

You are also welcome for that random story and for not putting a single detail in there because I would totally be willing to give a play by play. FYI: Dr. Sandra Lee is on Youtube as Dr. Pimple Popper. Bwahahahaha, go watch and get hooked. Do it.

Yesterday my friend Jess and I decided to have a productive/lazy/really not productive at all Saturday. First things first: dog park. Coffee. Definitely Coffee. Next, dog park with Wally dog. The pictures below speak for themselves…this pup had a blast, got super dirty, and wore himself out. I was also worn out but that comes from walking to the dog park after absolutely no physical activity in the past…well, that’s not important. Let’s just say I thought that was plenty of exercise for one day…for myself and Wally. After that we did what we do best. You probably guessed right…we went and ate. Duh. (Time out, I just spelled probably right without spell check. This blogging thing may be teaching me something after all. One thing at a time folks. One thing at a time. Time in.) We are too legit to quit when it comes to eating. You will always find food in front of us…or at least a plate where there used to be food. I’m fairly certain food is the glue of our friendship. That and we are both awesome and have known each other pretty much our whole lives. Don’t be jealous. Okay, be jealous. We should all be so lucky to have a lifelong friend. πŸ™‚

I’m exhausted for no real reason at all so it’s time to sit here and think of going to bed and then actually go to bed only to lie there for an additional few hours not being able to sleep or find anything worth watching on television. It’s not like that is my normal routine….Actually yes, yes it is. I might switch it up one day but I am a creature of habit so why ruin a good thing. :p

Love, hugs, kisses, black teeth, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚

P.S. Yes, my grammar still sucks. Some things don’t change so give up all hope already.


How does one just forget that it’s Winesday Wednesday? When it’s on a Tuesday this month. That’s when. Don’t worry, my friends seem to have this 6th sense when it comes to me and plans of any kind…even if they don’t know it.

Last night I had an entire conversation with my Mom about going to dinner for Winesday today (Tuesday) instead. We even talked about it being Boozeday Tuesday. (I’m easily entertained) What do I do you ask? Not think another thing about it…that’s what. Even after getting a text tonight asking if I’m coming to dinner it still didn’t hit me!! I was all like “Yea! Can’t wait!” and proceeded to go about reading my magazine as my friend said they had stopped off somewhere before dinner and I should just swing by. My response? “I don’t think I’m up to going out two nights in a row since I’m still on the mend from being sick.” IT STILL HASN’T HIT ME AT THIS POINT!! I see this pop up on the screen….”It’s tonight silly!” STILL DIDN’T GET IT! Being the warm and kind friend that I am and not wanting to make her feel bad that she thought today was Wednesday, I replied back “Today’s Tuesday silly!” (without pointing any fingers I may or may not have been the one that was wrong in this situation because she, in fact, did know it was Tuesday. But, pshhh, that is neither here nor there.) Now, this is something not many people are willing to admit so I will go ahead and accept your applause…I was wrong. Yes, that’s correct, I’m not afraid to say it. (Mainly because this happens a lot and if I denied being wrong every time I actually am I would be one big fat annoying lire. I hate those people. Don’t you. That’s what I thought and that’s why you read my blog. We are pretty awesome people. It could also be because you have nothing better to do but you know what, I’m okay with that. (But seriously, if that’s the case you should really consider a hobby…you’re the one sitting here reading about how I forgot Winesday Wednesday was on Tuesday even though I knew it wasn’t. But on the other hand, it’s pretty cool you’re reading what I have to say so, ya know, you just do you and continue reading.) Now, what was I talking about?

Ahhh, yes, Winesday Wednesday that was actually Tuesday. So, luckily anything having to do with wine makes me move at some kind of super human pace so I was up, dressed, AND at the restaurant ON TIME. We are talking about a 20 minute time span folks…including driving there. Now this may come as a total shock but I wasn’t even speeding! Much. For long. Def not 10-15 over the limit FOR SURE! And no rolling stop signs. Yep, I’m pretty impressed myself. (pat on the back for me πŸ™‚ ) Unfortunately I still get a woozy belly when I smell certain foods so my Winesday Tuesday consisted of bread, mashed potatoes, and water. NO WINE!! WHAT?!?!?! Yep! NONE! When Kimmy turns down wine and it is not because of doctor’s orders then you know something is wrong. Maybe the Earth’s axis was off. Maybe Hell finally did freeze over. I don’t know…I’m not a scientist or anything. But the only logical conclusion I can come to is I didn’t have a taste for it. HOLY SHIT, I just wrote that. Out loud..well on the internet. (you know what I mean) I think I need to go to the ER. Not so much because I wrote it but because it really just hit me that I TURNED DOWN WINE!!! Hell is absolutely freezing over. There is no other explanation. Grab your parkas folks. Get your sleds and skis out. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! THIS. IS. HAPPENING!!

Alright, so that may be a sliiiight exaggeration but I am a little heartbroken I didn’t get my wine on Winesday Wednesday that’s actually Tuesday. Bummer. I guess we can all look at the bright side though…

Bright side…

I know I can think of something….


Ohhh, here we go…that is for sure the cheapest meal I’ve every had. That’s good. Right?


Love, hugs, kisses, no wine, and pink glitter for now,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚

P.S. I hate this part. I such as writing. I suck at spelling. I suck at grammar. Just get used to it. Sheesh.


The Angel Known as Joey

I’ve been out of my blogging for a week or so now due to this nasty tummy bug and the ongoing issue with my ear. Seriously, if anyone has ANY ideas of what to do to help the pain even if it for a short period or would like to take me up on the offer to cut it off, just let me know. I honestly just either haven’t felt like writing those days or didn’t have anything I really wanted to share. Especially if it was possible to share the stomach bug through the computer (I know it’s not people, I’m not that out of it from the meds!)…If you haven’t had it then I am certainly envious and if you have, bless your heart. I appreciate those who have sent prayers and concern but today’s post is about anything BUT complaints.

I’m sitting here thinking how I am actually going to convey the thoughts in my head to writing so please hang in there with me.

All day, everyday tragedy strikes an unfathomable amount of people in this world. I could sit here and list everything I can think of but it won’t even make a dent in the reality of things. One thing that I believe we are all open and honest about and can all agree to hate is what some can only bring themselves to refer to as the “C” word…Cancer. It has no prejudices and strikes people of all ages, genders, races, social classes, etc. I don’t think it would be a stretch to say that everyone has been effected by it in some way, shape, or form. We hear a lot about breast cancer but as we know this is only one for on many kinds on cancers that can take the lives of those we love and cherish. Kids, parents, other family members, friends…it touches us at some point and leaves that never ending mark on our hearts. Through modern medicine I believe scientists have made great strides in a positive direction to fight this disease. Will it ever be something of the past? I don’t know. Will there ever be a vaccine that we get as children to prevent such a powerful and unwelcome disease? I am not one to say. I can hope and pray, we all can, but for now we have to rely on what we have at this moment in time.

With that said, I have been thinking over the past couple of months why so many of us have come to care so deeply about the story of Joey Feek and rally around her and her family when so many others out there are fighting a similar battle. A quick background for those of you who may not know, (which isn’t most people unless you have been living under a rock for the past year) Joey and her husband, Rory, are (it is going to be hard to use past tense so hang in there with me as I know my grammar will be terrible and teeter totter back and forth) a country and bluegrass music duo that gained fame and won over many hearts by appearing on the television show “Can you Duet.” Without doing much research (as that isn’t the point of my post) I know that Joey was diagnosed with cervical cancer in 2014 and has been fighting her battle since then. Back some months ago she decided to forgo any further treatments and spend her final days with her family and friends taking God’s will in stride. This is why I believe we fell in love with Joey.

I know that not everyone is spiritual and those who are have their own beliefs. I am a Christian and I believe in God and that Jesus died for our sins, so this is my take and my opinion. (I truly hope not to offend anyone in the process)

Why have we not followed other celebrities battles so closely is the question I have been asking myself. To me it is simple and clear, Joey is the prime example of what we want to be as Christians. (or any person of faith) She has shared her story with her head held high and has never waivered in her faith. Joey left everything in the hands of God without reservation. She was smiling in every picture her husband shared up until the days before her death when she was physically unable to do so. We have all prayed, sent good vibes, thought about, or whatever your choice was… and in the end we have come to follow her battle with her as if she were family or a friend we had just never met in person. Through her husband, Rory’s, blog I learned that she made peace with her fate long before it became a reality. I am not sure, even as a Christian, that I would be at peace when the time comes to be called home for eternity and leaving this earthly world. She stated that if she could bring one person closer to God then it was worth it. I read today that she did…her own Father. He has now accepted Jesus Christ as his savior. What a loving and selfless legacy to leave behind. To me, her willingness in giving it all to God has opened our hearts whether we know it or not…and I believe he used Joey Feek as a vessel to do so. We were drawn to Joey and her story through the Grace of God. We were blessed with the open hearts to follow her story and although the ending was nothing less than tragic in our minds, I feel comforted in knowing that the ultimate plan HE has not only involved her but the rest of us as well. I know it has once again giving me that boost of faith that God knows what he is doing and is with me every step of the way. In her battle with cancer and looming death, as sad and heartbreaking as I have found it, I can also now say it has become a blessing. As I have already mentioned, it is my opinion that Joey was a vessel that God used to open our eyes and hearts to let him guide us.

I am not perfect not will I ever be or claim to be. You are not perfect either. There is nobody on this planet that is. We can only live life to the fullest with what we are given, work past the obstacles, and faithfully follow the plan that God puts in out hearts. There is no doubt in my mind that Joey was an excellent example of this life plan and I, for one, am glad that we got to share in the journey of hers. This, in my humble opinion, is why Joey won our hearts…because God placed her there.

Let’s all send prayers and good vibes to her family is this time of mourning.

Love, hugs, and kisses,

Kimmy G πŸ™‚


I’m Never Eating Chocolate Again…

Looks like my attempt at avoiding the stomach bug has failed…miserably. 🚫 πŸ˜·β˜ πŸ—‘πŸ˜·πŸ˜©πŸ˜‘. (And here it is again in case you speak emoji better)

I am not okay with this. ❌

Love, germy hugs, germyΒ kisses, puke, and I wouldn’t get near me for now,

Kimmy G πŸ€’πŸ™Š



Rodents & Bugs…Stomach Bugs That Is.

Happy March 1st to all my readers out there! I am choosing not to believe a rodent that pops out (or not) and once a year gives us a prediction on the weather for the coming weeks. Seriously folks, I’m supposed to be the cray cray one here, so don’t you think that’sΒ  a little odd? I mean, I don’t trust Bentley to tell me if there is an intruder so I certainly just don’t think it’s such a good plan to follow the weather prediction of Punxsutawney Phil. (Yes, I had to look that up because who the hell can remember that?!)Β  Am I right? Of course I am! Dear rodent, keep doing rodenty things and mind your own business! With that said, I have no idea what his prediction was this year so if it was good news then I should probably take all this back. Hmm. Dilemmas, dilemmas.Β  (I should look that up too but….nahhh)

It looks like March has brought our household a little gift. Like an ugly home knitted sweater by some relative that obviously can’t be returned to a storeΒ  and you have to keep and wear every year so you can show them how much you love it. THAT kind of gift. The tummy bug has not-so-gracefully forced its way in. Come on now, this place is prepared for many kinds of intruders but apparently germs are not as easy to “handle” as dumb ass criminals. Just sayin’.

Let me tell you how this is going to work…

I have now Lysoled the house, restricted myself to my room which is now a fortress against as many germs as I can )with Clorox wipes that I will be walking around with to use on every surface), and even closed the cats out…just in case. They don’t share well but I believe they think differently about germs. Cats are sneaky like that. (Then again so are stubborn parents so we may need to go over these rules a few times..)Β  Bentley is NOT happy about this situation. Mom and Dad’s “call bell” instructions are to text me if they need anything and don’t expect me to hang around once I bring it. And no, I am not above leaving it outside their door for them to get once I have sealed myself back in my room. In all honesty, as much as they have taken care of me over the years and continue to do so I guess I could take one for the team. But…I’m still thinking on that. ;P Bless it.

I AM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING A LITTLE BIT WHEN I SAY that I just stopped typing to take my mom some toast after she sent me a text and she informed me that one of the cats had just puked. OMG! I TOLD Y’ALL!!! I am now back in my room safely, so don’t worry.

I have a feeling this chick will be home as little as possible the next few days! Dinner anyone? Movies? (non germy movies…is that possible?) Someone to just sit and stare or talk your ear off all day? The possibilities are endless! Who has suggestions?! I may even be nice enough to run errands for ya πŸ˜‰ (ehhh, probably not most of them but you’re welcome to at least ask)

Time for some Gatorade, vitamin C, and chocolate (not to be confused with the actual vitamin C)! Well, and pretty much anything else I can think of to not get sick. A Kimmy with a tummy bug is a terrible, no good, very bad thing. So sorry for anyone else that has or had it while it’s been going around.

Love, hugs, kisses, annoying stomach bugs, and pink glitter for now.

Kimmy G πŸ™‚

P.S. The usual