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Ms. Kitty Muses

Can a professional procrastinator really do 101 in 1001?

I am currently sitting at my not-so-sucky job, staring at the computer screen, in a half comatose state brought on by fairly consistent lack of sleep.
I very nearly O.D.ed on lemon bars that were left over from a lunch meeting.
I am now very thirst because of said lemon bars.
Many people have complimented me on my outfit today, which I find humorous, because it’s my Palin outfit for my costume at the company party later. And I find it horribly boring. They most likely won’t be as complimentary when I pull out the wig, glasses, and tiara.
I still can’t decide if I should enter the Funniest, Most Creative, or Scariest category at the party. Perhaps I should try for all three.
I don’t like wearing pantyhose, but I am. My legs are freezing.
I’ve been over my skirt with a sticky roller about four times, and cat hair still keeps appearing.
I could really use a nap.
If anyone can come up with an image of an very ornate English Regency room that uses a lot of red, let me know before Sunday night.

I’m sorry people. I try to be understanding of different points of view, I really do. I know that not everyone will agree on everything, nor do I want that. But seriously, do you really want a woman that “always wanted a son named ZAMBONI” to be a heart attack away from the presidency?!? Really?!?

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5iGvyQEbhE7p4C9xKEkCpqqlIdvOgD93VLK4G2

I kind of judge people poorly if they give their kids ridiculous names for their own selfish reasons, whether it be they want to stand out as “interesting” parents, or just thought it was “cute”. And shows a serious lack of critical thinking skills.

Would you wish to have to go through life with the moniker of Trig? Can you imagine the painful, junior high teasing when everyone enters that math class? Well times it by 100, and god help you, if your name ends up being Zamboni. That, my friends, is an automatic 20 years and hundreds of thousands of dollars of therapy.

And one gigantic set of idiot parents. They might as well go with “I Hate You and Don’t Want You To Be Happy or Succeed. Ever.”

Now that has a nice ring.

Just One More SignOctober 24

That motherhood may not be for me. When I saw this picture:

I immediately wanted everything in it, except the baby. Well, maybe to borrow, because the costume is so cute, and might look a bit creepy on that old My Buddy doll in the basement. But you bet your sweet bibby I’d be handing him back as soon as that diaper needs changing.

But really, that lamp is to die for.

News FlashOctober 9

I’m really not liking LA lately.

I wish I were home this weekend.

That is all.

Darkly Dreaming DexterOctober 9

Today is a lovely day. Well, at least it became so around 5:15pm when I came home, and rushed to my back steps to find a lovely, large package waiting for me, even wrapped up in brown paper. I love it when things are wrapped in brown paper.

Let me back track a bit to give background info as to why this made me so happy. I’m a member of a knitting/crochet website called Ravelry that I adore. The easiest way to describe it to laymen is a Facebook or MySpace for needle fiber fanatics. There are forums, groups, friends, your own homepage, but much more. You can keep track of your yarn stash, search through thousands and thousands of patterns, lots of which are free, list all your needles, and have a place to post and track all of your projects, including what yarn you used, needle size, and a plethora of other useful gadgets. OK, that’s my “Up With Ravelry” moment for the day.

Anyway, on Ravelry many months ago I had joined a group devoted to the kick-ass TV show Dexter, which also can quickly be broken down into being about a serial killer who kills other serial killers. I do love me the macabre. While perusing this groups forum postings (after posting my own excitement about previous events), I came across a call to Dexter lovers to have another swap. A swap, for us at least, is basically