- Cause, Ug
Instead of going on about Bush being an asshole and DailyKos being, again, a misogynistic asshat dickwad fucker, I think instead I should regale you with random unrelated tales of the life of Kim aka kimberst aka me.
So check it. Last weekend the darling girlfriend and I went to Rehoboth with our very dear friends Smouse and Rach. I would link to their blogs, but they never update so fuck em. Anyhoo, we got to hang out and do the whole lesbian beach thing, which is super super cool as long as you don't set up camp next to the award winning champion talker. Unfortunately we didn't know this bit of wisdom, being new at the whole "Its a beach! Full of LESBIANS!!!" thing, but eventually things quieted down. Or my eardrums ruptured. One or t'other. We had to cut the weekend a bit short due to unfortunate circumstances but all in all it was a good trip, cept for the bad news Smouse got. (hugs to the Smouse family)
Second random bit of life- I get to go to the dentist this Friday. Which would normally cause me all shades of trauma and anxiety, but this particular dentist will knock your ass out while any work is done. For an extra added $300, but so, so, so, so worth it. Seriously. If the dentist squicks you out as bad as they do me, find one that offers oral sedation and pay the extra. The whole thing goes like this:
First you set up the appointment. Then, sometime before the appointment you go and fill out all the paperwork and pay the bill and get everything done. And then they give you pills to take home. Yay pills!!! The night before the appointmet, you take one o the pills. Which are valium BTW. Or tic tacs, couldn't tell ya cause they didn't seem to have any effect whatsoever. But anyways, you take one pill the night before and another one an hour before your appointment. You get your chauffer to haul your ass to the office bright and early, where they put a thick cushy pad thing on the normal dentist chair, making it all comfy. And they give you a blanket! And then give you some kind of medicine powder stuff. Which they mix with applesauce cause it tastes like ass, resulting in- surprise!- apple-flavored ass sauce. No wait, ass flavored apple sauce. Yeah yeah, thats it.
So then they put this other powder stuff under your tongue, which is supposed to knock your ass out. And no, this powder isn't ass flavored. So, at this point in the process, I'm all "whoohoo, lights out!" Cept the lights don't go out. I'm not terribly concerned (maybe the valium did work), but I'm a little freaked. Cause they told me that I'd be able to respond, but I wouldn't remember anything the next day, so I'm thinkin there's a possibility that they just drill the fuck out of ya like normal, only you don't remember.
So they come in and start working a bit, and I'm all "OW stop it OW stop it" ala Bart Simpson, so they novacaine me up and finally Mr. Dentist himself comes in and says "Hey. You're wide awake." Whoa. No wonder I'm payin you $500 an hour. You have some mad observation skilz Mr. Dentist! So they dose me with the under the tongue powder stuff again. And then things get fuzzy. lol I remember them wedging some kinda firm but soft thingies in my mouth to keep it open, and then I remember them wheeling me out in a wheel chair. I slept till 1 the next day. And Friday I get to do it all over again!! Mmmmm... ass sauce...
In other random news bits, I have started working on the third floor of the house. Cause ya know, 4 bedrooms just isn't enough for 2 people, I gotta convert the upstairs too. But it will be hella cool when its done cause eventually it will be a master suite with a full bath (whirlpool tub!) and a walk in closet. Of course all that stuff is years down the line. Right now I'm spackling. And sanding. And spackling. And sanding. And getting dust every-fucking-where. But I'm getting pretty damn good with the spackle, I must say. Check it:
before
afterBehold the power of the dyke!