I'll bet you're all wondering how my feet are now that I've finally gone to the foot doc. Turns out, I have been in denial for a couple years and I do in fact have bunions. Greaaaaaat. The doctor wasn't scary at all though, and he barely touched my feet. Must've been the smell.
Some X-rays were taken, and I don't need surgery b/c they're not THAT bad...yet. BUT, in order to prevent them from getting worse, I have to get orthodics. OMG, now I am a big foot nerd. But that's the price I'll have to pay for no more foot pain! Oh yeah, along w/ almost $500 b/c insurance doesn't cover them.
INSURANCE BITCHES!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Foot Fear
I've always had a fear of hurting my feet. Stubbing them, getting them caught in something, breaking a toe, having one of my toenails or toes fall off, you know, normal feet fears (for me anyway)! Really though, I am VERY cautious of my feet at all times. Especially when I'm wearing flip flops and walking through revolving doors. I always think my pinky toes are not going to make it through w/ the rest of my body. Is that weird?
I think it started when I realized that I have much bonier and higher-arched feet than most people. My mom has the same feet, so it was always normal to me. Then people started asking me if I knew that I had bunions. Umm...NO, I absolutely do NOT have bunions, I just have bony feet, so shut the eff up. See "Heat Rash" for pix of my feet and you be the bunion judge. (For the record, 'Boyfriend' and Richard both hate feet, especially MINE)!
However, my feet have been bothering me for quite some time now (like a couple years). I think it's b/c I walk everywhere in the city and don't always wear sneakers. Flip flops is my fave thing to walk in, but those will kill high arches like mine. My feet have definitely flattened out since I've moved to NYC. My arches hurt every day, especially when I wake up. And when 'boyfriend' rubs my feet (yes, I am a v. lucky girl), sometimes it hurts.
I made foot doctor appointment for tomorrow morning, and I'm scared shitless. What if I do have bunions and effed up arches and need surgery! My foot fear will be at its all-time WORST! I'm flipping out a little.
Stay tuned...
I think it started when I realized that I have much bonier and higher-arched feet than most people. My mom has the same feet, so it was always normal to me. Then people started asking me if I knew that I had bunions. Umm...NO, I absolutely do NOT have bunions, I just have bony feet, so shut the eff up. See "Heat Rash" for pix of my feet and you be the bunion judge. (For the record, 'Boyfriend' and Richard both hate feet, especially MINE)!
However, my feet have been bothering me for quite some time now (like a couple years). I think it's b/c I walk everywhere in the city and don't always wear sneakers. Flip flops is my fave thing to walk in, but those will kill high arches like mine. My feet have definitely flattened out since I've moved to NYC. My arches hurt every day, especially when I wake up. And when 'boyfriend' rubs my feet (yes, I am a v. lucky girl), sometimes it hurts.
I made foot doctor appointment for tomorrow morning, and I'm scared shitless. What if I do have bunions and effed up arches and need surgery! My foot fear will be at its all-time WORST! I'm flipping out a little.
Stay tuned...
Friday, January 26, 2007
The Sugar Drawer
I'm in an extra bitchy mood today b/c not only am I ridiculously tired and hungover, but the rash on my face is still there and it doesn't look any better. I can't wait to go to the salon later and show them and make them give me free shit.
On a new note, my bitchiness is affecting my day in many ways. Just a little while ago I got pissed off at the sugar drawer at work b/c all the packets are out of order, not to mention the kitchen is a mess. Your mother doesn't live here people...clean up your own shit.
Ok, so the sugar drawer thing is just my OCD kicking in, but this is not the first day that I've found myself organizing the sugar drawer. There are sections for a reason!
Look at this mess!
On a new note, my bitchiness is affecting my day in many ways. Just a little while ago I got pissed off at the sugar drawer at work b/c all the packets are out of order, not to mention the kitchen is a mess. Your mother doesn't live here people...clean up your own shit.
Ok, so the sugar drawer thing is just my OCD kicking in, but this is not the first day that I've found myself organizing the sugar drawer. There are sections for a reason!
Look at this mess!
Frozen Boogies
Since I was little whenever it was cold out, my dad would say, "is it cold enough to freeze your boogies?" He's so cute.
Today is one of those days. It was 9 degrees out when I left my apt. to walk crosstown for 35 mins. My "boogies" were frozen in a matter of seconds in case you were wondering, Dad, and my legs were numb after about 10 mins.
The rest of me was nice and toasty though. See?
Today is one of those days. It was 9 degrees out when I left my apt. to walk crosstown for 35 mins. My "boogies" were frozen in a matter of seconds in case you were wondering, Dad, and my legs were numb after about 10 mins.
The rest of me was nice and toasty though. See?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Ding Ding Ding!
I'm sure you're sick of hearing about the line on my face, but it has finally occurred to me that it's not a sleep line. I think it's a rash from the effing $45 scam, I mean shine, treatment!!!
It was only supposed to be left on for 7 mins, and I know this b/c the hairwasher bitch said to Yoni (hehe, the stylist's name was Yoni (vulva puppet anyone?)), "it's only supposed to stay on for 7 mins right?" And Yoni said yes dear in his little Greek? Swedish? accent.
So after sitting there for about 5 mins w/ the treatment on, Yoni decides to move me over under a hairdryer, and he says, "here, now you will be warm." So I'm thinking, why the hell do I have to be warm for the last 2 mins? Do I look cold? Turns out it slows it down or something, but whatev...
Hairwasher bitch then starts washing someone else's hair (who turns out to be a woman who works there). Umm...hello, it's been over 7 mins, and my scalp is starting to burn a little bit, and you're washing a co-worker's hair? Hmm...what is wrong w/ this picture?
I started fuming after about 15 minutes b/c my scalp is burning and the shiz is dripping down the side of my face. I should've just gotten up and gone bitchfest on their asses, but I waited patiently. Yoni finally looked over at me after about 25 mins, so I tapped my wrist (w/ no watch), so he knew I was ready to be rinsed. Like now.
Hairwasher bitch rinses, Yoni cuts, I go home w/ an itchy scalp (but v. shiny hair).
Fast-fwd to this morning, past the 2 "sleeping line" blogs, to about a 1/2 hour ago when I realize that sleeping line is not just a line, but is now blotchy and spreading down the left side of my face. Oh yeah, it's a full-blown rash and I have 2 parties to attend tonight. Guess I will be going all rashy.
I called Yoni, told him what happened. He told me I must be allergic to the treatment. I'm not allergic to anything, but fine, I'm allergic, and you left it on my burning scalp and dripping down my face for for 25 mins. He said, "first, I am sorry, second, what can I do to make you happy?" Well, well, now we're getting somewhere. Free haircuts for the rest of my life? Ok, fine, I'll settle for a free cut and blowdry, which he agreed to.
Being rashy and bitchy kinda paid off! Good thing bars are dark:(
It was only supposed to be left on for 7 mins, and I know this b/c the hairwasher bitch said to Yoni (hehe, the stylist's name was Yoni (vulva puppet anyone?)), "it's only supposed to stay on for 7 mins right?" And Yoni said yes dear in his little Greek? Swedish? accent.
So after sitting there for about 5 mins w/ the treatment on, Yoni decides to move me over under a hairdryer, and he says, "here, now you will be warm." So I'm thinking, why the hell do I have to be warm for the last 2 mins? Do I look cold? Turns out it slows it down or something, but whatev...
Hairwasher bitch then starts washing someone else's hair (who turns out to be a woman who works there). Umm...hello, it's been over 7 mins, and my scalp is starting to burn a little bit, and you're washing a co-worker's hair? Hmm...what is wrong w/ this picture?
I started fuming after about 15 minutes b/c my scalp is burning and the shiz is dripping down the side of my face. I should've just gotten up and gone bitchfest on their asses, but I waited patiently. Yoni finally looked over at me after about 25 mins, so I tapped my wrist (w/ no watch), so he knew I was ready to be rinsed. Like now.
Hairwasher bitch rinses, Yoni cuts, I go home w/ an itchy scalp (but v. shiny hair).
Fast-fwd to this morning, past the 2 "sleeping line" blogs, to about a 1/2 hour ago when I realize that sleeping line is not just a line, but is now blotchy and spreading down the left side of my face. Oh yeah, it's a full-blown rash and I have 2 parties to attend tonight. Guess I will be going all rashy.
I called Yoni, told him what happened. He told me I must be allergic to the treatment. I'm not allergic to anything, but fine, I'm allergic, and you left it on my burning scalp and dripping down my face for for 25 mins. He said, "first, I am sorry, second, what can I do to make you happy?" Well, well, now we're getting somewhere. Free haircuts for the rest of my life? Ok, fine, I'll settle for a free cut and blowdry, which he agreed to.
Being rashy and bitchy kinda paid off! Good thing bars are dark:(
Sleeping Line
Is it normal to still have a sleeping line on my face the entire size of my pillow if I've been up for over 3 hours? It's looks dreadful! 
My hair looks shiny though. I was scammed into a $45 shine treatment last night. That's what I get for being a "walk-in" - I get taken advantage of. Fine, I should've asked how much it cost, but really bitches...$45? Puh-lease!
My hair looks shiny though. I was scammed into a $45 shine treatment last night. That's what I get for being a "walk-in" - I get taken advantage of. Fine, I should've asked how much it cost, but really bitches...$45? Puh-lease!
Up All Day, Up All Night
My parents made my Grandma's recipe of homemade Kaluha to put in our holiday family goodie bags this year. They put it in cute little jars w/ pretty ribbons around it...awww. Anyway, I tried it the other night for the first time. I'd had a hard day at work, so I figured knockin' back a little homemade Kaluha would do the trick. So I filled up a little shot glass (ok fine, it was a double), and added some milk. De-lish!
It was so delish, that I had another! Umm...yeah, little did I know that it take about 5 kazillion cups of ground coffee to make a few cups of Kaluha (not really, although I'll have to check what Gram's had in it. Prob double coffee, double brandy:)).
So I tossed and turned allllll night and couldn't figure out why! Alcohol usually puts me right to sleep (ok fine, usually w/ the amount I have, I pass the eff out), but not this time!
It wasn't until the next morning while I yawned and whined to 'boyfriend' that I didn't sleep a wink that I realized what had happened.
It's some friggin' delicious Kaluha though.
It was so delish, that I had another! Umm...yeah, little did I know that it take about 5 kazillion cups of ground coffee to make a few cups of Kaluha (not really, although I'll have to check what Gram's had in it. Prob double coffee, double brandy:)).
So I tossed and turned allllll night and couldn't figure out why! Alcohol usually puts me right to sleep (ok fine, usually w/ the amount I have, I pass the eff out), but not this time!
It wasn't until the next morning while I yawned and whined to 'boyfriend' that I didn't sleep a wink that I realized what had happened.
It's some friggin' delicious Kaluha though.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My Half Sneeze
You know when you try to hold in a sneeze, but then change your mind at the last second and it ends up coming out as this snort slash shriek slash body-jolt? Well, I do b/c I did it last night.
'Boyfriend' and I were watching Studio 60 (on DVR, obv), and I had to sneeze but didn't want to disturb him or the show. So I figured I'd try to hold it in. But then, I changed my mind b/c supposedly it kills brain cells if you hold in your sneezes! Gasp! (Turns out that's just a dirty lie...kind of).
So I ended up half sneezing, which came out kind of like a cat screeching, and my body decided to convulse and shake, and I ended up disturbing the show even more than if I had just sneezed for eff's sake! I do not recommend holding in your sneezes and then changing your mind. 'Boyfriend' thought I was having a seizure!
Ok, I guess you had to be there b/c we were laughing uncontrollably.
Good story kim.
'Boyfriend' and I were watching Studio 60 (on DVR, obv), and I had to sneeze but didn't want to disturb him or the show. So I figured I'd try to hold it in. But then, I changed my mind b/c supposedly it kills brain cells if you hold in your sneezes! Gasp! (Turns out that's just a dirty lie...kind of).
So I ended up half sneezing, which came out kind of like a cat screeching, and my body decided to convulse and shake, and I ended up disturbing the show even more than if I had just sneezed for eff's sake! I do not recommend holding in your sneezes and then changing your mind. 'Boyfriend' thought I was having a seizure!
Ok, I guess you had to be there b/c we were laughing uncontrollably.
Good story kim.
Psycho Bride
We have a major psycho on our hands with this chick. If you have time to watch the full 6 mins, please do. You will feel bad for her and laugh at her at the same time. I love her bridesmaids. I kinda want to be friends w/ them. If you don't have time for the full 6 mins, here's the gist of the first 4 mins...
The bridesmaids are in a hotel room getting ready for the wedding, when the bride walks in from the hair salon w/ the weirdest "Shirley Temple" do I've ever seen, and she's flipping out and crying. Her friends try to calm her down to know avail. She is screaming at her hair, at her friends, at her sister...she gets a little physical too. They really are just trying to help. I LOVE that they're laughing at her though. How her friend is taping the whole thing, I have no idea. These girls deserve medals.
Make sure you watch the full last couple of minutes. You won't believe what happens! Enjoy!
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The bridesmaids are in a hotel room getting ready for the wedding, when the bride walks in from the hair salon w/ the weirdest "Shirley Temple" do I've ever seen, and she's flipping out and crying. Her friends try to calm her down to know avail. She is screaming at her hair, at her friends, at her sister...she gets a little physical too. They really are just trying to help. I LOVE that they're laughing at her though. How her friend is taping the whole thing, I have no idea. These girls deserve medals.
Make sure you watch the full last couple of minutes. You won't believe what happens! Enjoy!
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I Dream of Paris
I had a dream about Paris Hilton last night. No boys, not like that.
I was back in college, although I wasn't in Hartford. I think it was California. And we were in a house, not a dorm. Paris was my roommate, and we were getting ready for a trip to Florida*.
*Yes, I realize Paris would never take a trip to FL, but this is a dream, people.
We were going to leave for the airport separately (b/c she's a slow packer), so my car got there and I left only to realize about a mile away that I hadn't packed my bathing suits! Gasp! So I called Paris to tell her I was coming back to the house to pick them up, and being the nicest person in the world (in my dream, of course), she said she'd get them all out for me so I could just run upstairs and grab a couple and be on my way. Wasn't that so nice of her!?!?
Paris and I are SOOO BFF.
P.S. YES, I also realize that I don't know how to use photoshop. Lay the eff off.
I was back in college, although I wasn't in Hartford. I think it was California. And we were in a house, not a dorm. Paris was my roommate, and we were getting ready for a trip to Florida*.
*Yes, I realize Paris would never take a trip to FL, but this is a dream, people.
We were going to leave for the airport separately (b/c she's a slow packer), so my car got there and I left only to realize about a mile away that I hadn't packed my bathing suits! Gasp! So I called Paris to tell her I was coming back to the house to pick them up, and being the nicest person in the world (in my dream, of course), she said she'd get them all out for me so I could just run upstairs and grab a couple and be on my way. Wasn't that so nice of her!?!?
Paris and I are SOOO BFF.
P.S. YES, I also realize that I don't know how to use photoshop. Lay the eff off.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Closet Eater
Good thing I am a skinny bitch b/c I am finally ready to admit that I am in fact a CLOSET EATER. 'Boyfriend' was away for a week on business and there's something about him not being there that brings out the fat girl in kimmyk. Can you say pasta and soda and pizza and ice cream? Ok fine, it was low-fat frozen yogurt, but it had cookie dough and brownie chunks in it, and it was delish!
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Watch Your Back
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
You Love New York?
Please tell me you're joking. VH1's "I Love New York," a spin-off of "Flavor of Love" was the 6th ranked premiere in VH1's history! What is the world coming to!? I watched "Flavor of Love" once, and it just happened to be the episode where "New York" got into a fight w/ another chick and there was punching and spitting and hair-pulling, so I vowed to never watch it again. And I haven't. And then it ended, and the world was a better place. And then "I Love NY" comes along, and the world is effed again.
This video isn't from her show, but it gives you a good idea of what we're dealing w/ here...
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This video isn't from her show, but it gives you a good idea of what we're dealing w/ here...
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3-Min Blizzard!
WOOOOO! It just snowed like crazy in NYC for a whole 3 minutes! It's the first snow of the season, and at the rate we're going, I'll take what I can get! Keep it comin'!
Friday, January 05, 2007
Fell on My Face
I went skiing over winter break up at Windham. No, there wasn't any real snow, but the man-made stuff rocked! Ok fine, there were rocks in it. Does that count? The skiing was HORRIBLE! Man-made snow is icy and chunky and awful to ski in. I've been skiing for years. I don't the 5-year hiatus during college and the year after. Although I guess I should b/c of course I need something to blame for taking my first digger in about 10 years! That's right, fell flat on my face. I caught an edge. On flat ground. Just cruising along. So embarrassing. And since I hadn't fallen in years, I forgot that there was a trick to getting up (get onto your back and swing your skis around so they're parallel to the ground, and lift yourself up w/ your polls). Yeah, forgot. So I was struggling to get up while 'boyfriend' laughed at me. Which of course pissed me off b/c I was already so embarrassed. So I hit him w/ my pole and went on my merry way.
Piece of Crap Phone
'Boyfriend' gave me his Treo since he got a blackberry through work. I've been waiting for it for a couple months now b/c I love the look of it (and of course it's capabilities and whatnot). He warned me it was going to give me some trouble, but of course I wanted the cool phone, so I said I didn't care. Now it freezes up on my like crazy, and I want to throw it on the ground and jump on it. But I won't. Because I look pretty damn cool w/ it. Oh yeah, that's right, you know you want one. 
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Speaking of Barf...
Happy New Year!
Ok, so I'm a few days late. I've been busy. You want to know how busy? Here's the convo I had over IM this morning w/ JB:
jb (9:47:46 AM): hi blogging slacker
Kimmyk (9:47:51 AM): haha i know
Kimmyk (9:47:56 AM): i'm so busy i want to barf
jb (9:48:03 AM): there's your entry
...and there's my entry. Thanks JB.
Peace out bitches. When I get a little less busy, I'll be back! Don't miss me too much.
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