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Monthly Archives: January 2009

Life With Cats

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Life with cats is completely different than I would have expected back in my pre-cat days.  This artist is brilliant.  I’m just glad Linus and Einstein don’t have access to baseball bats…….that I know of….

Simon’s Cat Website

More Simon’s Cat Cartoons

What I did at Work Yesterday

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I’m lucky that both of my boses are also my friends (and actually they are good friends with each other – the world gets pretty small when all your friends are current or former Girl Scout employees).

By the late afternoon yesterday the office was abuzz with the anticipation of “white death” and both Kara and I were a little fried from the day and antsy to leave.  So we poured at least some of our pent-up antsiness into this e-mail exchange:


From: Kara
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 3:31 PM
To: Kim
Subject: RE: I’m worried… 

 

Wasabi just went up my nose & made me cry a little.
From: Marksberry, Kim
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 3:31 PM
To: Sanders, Kara
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

That is why I think Wasabi is against your safety commitment.


From:  Kara
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 3:32 PM
To:  Kim
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

 Humm… what if I said that crying in a controlled environment, like my desk, is better than having a build up of tears which might explode & impede my vision while driving across Jellico mountain on the way to Knoxville?

 That is the longest sentence ever.


From:  Kim
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 3:35 PM
To:  Kara
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

That sounded like a challenge, which immediately got me revved up in anticipation of proving you wrong by way of crafting an even longer sentence and making you eat your words, declaring me the longest-sentence-writer in the entire land and possibly the entire universe, excepting Pluto, where everyone knows there are master long-sentence crafters. 


From:  Kara
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 3:39 PM
To: Kim
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

I can see how you would view the long sentence in my last e-mail as a challenge, because you are quite feisty & overall you like to challenge authority, but the truth of the matter is that in no way was that sentence anything other than a proper explanation of the care, concern, pride & regard I have not only in the safety program of our construction company but in my overall safe actions as an employee of said company. 


From:  Kim
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 4:02 PM
To:  Kara
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

I am quite concerned and would like to make an appointment to meet with you to discuss the fact that you are obviously seem quite defensive about my prior, innocent remark that I interpreted your bawdy longest-sentence statement as a challenge and, in-turn have inferred that I, therefor, was discounting your un-questioning commitment to the over-arching safety program developed and adopted by our common place of employment. 


From:  Kara
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 4:08 PM
To: Kim
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

Kimberly, Kimberly… I wonder about you often, not only while at work but on a common day as today when I do my very best to impart knowledge, excitement & commitment of our company’s prestigious safety program on you because I know that you, like I, hold not only your safety but all those you come in contact w/ in the highest regard not only because you are a loyal Girl Scout who both values & implements the standards set forth in Safety Wise but because you are an employee of one of the highest regarded construction companies in the country & you know that safety is not just a job it is a way of life.


From: Kim
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 4:28 PM
To: ` Kara
Subject: RE: I’m worried…

Kara, I am going to go out on a limb here and submit for the official record that you may have been cheating, or if not cheating, then at the very least violating the un-quantifiable spirit of our informal little competition we’ve started here by virtue of repeating my name to lead in AND THEN adding a “…” to boost your sentence length rather than utilizing just a fraction of the expansive imagination that I know in my own heart and mind you possess to conjure up novel, creative, and most importantly, substantive verbal material to include in your response such as, but not limited to similes, metaphors, references to 80s cartoons, insults about Your Mom, conspiracy theories, colorful gibberish, comments about communism, and the veracity of the word: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.


From: Sanders, Kara
Sent: Monday, January 26, 2009 5:04 PM
To:Marksberry, Kim
Subject: RE: I’m worried…
 

You suck. 🙂


Fortress

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Zipper is hunkered down….

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…in her Fortress of Cozitude

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She’s talented.

I Don’t Know What to Post

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I have nothing interesting to post right now.  I’m sitting at my dining room table, working on this Friday night after a full work week, to try and make a few more dollars to inch myself ever closer to motherhood.  And I just took a Facebook  break only to find out a friend is pregnant…..again – her second child all while I’ve been trying to have one.  And she’s not the only one.  And its hard not to get discouraged.  I wish them well, but still, I’m discouraged.  And compounding that, I feel guilty for feeling sorry for myself – because really, in the grand scheme of the world, things are pretty darn peachy for me.  So I don’t know what to post.

We’re Ready…

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Chili:  simmering

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Corncakes:  baking (in the repaired oven!)

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Feet: Up

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Now we’re ready for the season premier of LOST!

Don’t Feel Like It

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I don’t feel like writing today.  I think I’m trying too hard, second guessing myself with every word and idea – deleting, deleting, deleting.  My brain is about two steps behind where it should be right now, still in a haze from not enough sleep last night and too much PowerPoint today.  I want to do lots of things tonight – work on the winter white mohair scarf I started a month ago, fold that last remaining load of laundry washed over the weekend, and most of all – write a fabulous post and masterfully craft a verbal snapshot of my life on January 20, 2009. 

But instead I’m probably going to write a few simple lines and then eat English Muffin Pizza  (a last-minute dinner classic at our house) and watch American Idol in a zombie-like state, plastered to the couch all night. 

Regular life, or should I say ideal life is on hold for a while – waiting behind a period of fervent devotion to our all consuming goal for 2009: making money, and lots of it.  Most people work hard and sacrifice for their children once they arrive but we’ve had to start a little early.  Our child is having trouble just getting here – stuck somewhere else, just out of reach –  and we have to make enough money to bring her home.  

I haven’t talked much about our continued infertility struggle after our failed IVF attempt because I needed a break from all of it.  I haven’t been trying to get pregnant for several months now and its a mental rest I so needed.  But in the background, quietly and steadily we’ve been planning and working, inching our way back onto the playing field.  

We found what seems like a miracle in Infertility Land – a program that could save our lives.  Its a “shared risk” program offered to good candidates by our fertility clinic.  The bottom line is that we pay them a lot of money – as in about the same price as a new Honda Accord – and they will give  us up to four, all-inclusive IVF attempts until we bring a baby home from the hospital.  If that never happens, we get about 92% of the money back to use on whatever we want – in our case, adoption.  Its as close to a dream come true as those of us on the sidelines of human fertility can get.  Maybe above anything else, it will provide the sweet peace of mind that has been so lacking for over two years now.

So it is single-mindedly that I go about each day right now, ever adding to the stack of coins that will eventually tower over our physical shortcoming.  I took a second job assisting my friend Kara at a construction company – which has turned into a Godsend (thank you Kara!).  So if I’m not there I’m in schools with Girl Scouts.  And if I’m not there I’m at the gym trying to give this future embryo, future baby the best chance of being able to stick around for 9 months.  And if I’m not at any of those places, I’m probably asleep because I’m getting old (the child needs to come soon!) and this all takes a lot out of me!

I’m tired and my brain is Jell-o at the end of the day, but I’m grateful to have the chance to make this happen and usher in what will be the first in a long line of loving sacrifices we will make for our precious, dreamed-of, longed-for, and (I’m sure) completely awesome child.

New Look

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I’m so tired after a weekend of working, but I wanted to take a little  time to give The Spotted Elephant a mini-makeover.  Even elephants need to be spruced up from time to time!