MyKindaNormal

Workin’ it!

kimberly — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 16:18:40 +0000

Well, if you didn’t already know … I have my own business now. I stay really busy and don’t blog here anymore, who blogs anymore? Facebook killed the blog, you know? So, anyhoo… here is my business web page… check it out: www.kimberlyingram.com

rollplaying cat…

kimberly — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 22:00:03 +0000

priorities

kimberly — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:50:23 +0000

yeah, i don’t post so much on here anymore. having a new baby, lupus, fibromyalgia, starting a business, and being generally overloaded in every other area of my life have caused my writing and blogging to go on the back burner. my baby boy is my life and my top priority now, and i don’t know what i ever did or would do now without him. then of course maintaining a marriage and keeping that relationship happy and healthy take alot of time as well… but i am still here, and maybe someday i will be posting again… if i ever get time to sit down and write anything!

Yes, I’m an OWLcoholic!

kimberly — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:38:44 +0000

I am now officially obsessed with watching Molly, the most famous owl in the world. Molly and her husband, McGee, have eggs that she is sitting on. She is so beautiful and this is so amazing. I am so glad that Carlos, the owl box owner, decided to do this. It is amazing! You really have to check it out for yourself. Just be sure to turn off the chat because people are idiots beyond freaking belief!

http://www.ustream.tv/theowlbox

Molly says to McGee, “Do you ever get that weird feeling of being watched?”

chocolate is holding my marriage together

kimberly — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:52:37 +0000

I got a box of chocolates from my aunt for Valentines day and I hid it.

I decided I would reward myself with one piece each time my husband pissed me off and I remained calm and acted nice.

It has been a week now. All of the candy is gone and I am probably 5 lbs heavier, but what wonders chocolate can work on a marriage.

I am thinking I may need to order a crate of these babies.

on thongs

kimberly — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 19:01:40 +0000

Sometimes I want to feel sexy so I put on a thong, but then I just feel like a fat girl in a thong.

dude, where’s my car?

kimberly — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 18:23:09 +0000

every time i go to sleep for the past couple of months i have had some sort of variation of the same dream, i can’t find my car. it has either been stolen, towed, is mysteriously missing, or i can’t remember where i parked it. i have been having this same dream so often and waking up feeling so upset by it that it is quite concerning. so, i decided to do some self-analysis and then some further research on it and my findings turned out being very interesting.

i personally thought maybe these dreams were coming from feelings i am having of being trapped, in my current situation and in the recent past since i was in the hospital for so long. i have been unable to get out and go anywhere for at least nine months now, never even being able to even so much drive my car or walk outside around the block. until recently i had high hopes that this would change soon. i imagined taking kale shopping or out to explore and do some of my photography like i used to love doing, but those dreams have pretty well been crushed by finding out i have lupus.

i don’t see any of that being possible now because i am at the point it hurts just holding my son and i am unable to carry him in his carrier at all. i am pretty well on my own and stuck here at home all alone since my husband works all the time and doesn’t have time to take us out and our son is still so little i am not comfortable leaving him with anyone. the only real support system i have through this and everything else recently are my parents, and even then they are miles away and i still feel like no one truly understands all i am going through. all of this just leaves me feeling lost, alone, scared and powerless; the same feelings i have in the dreams.

my research has led me to belive this self-analysis and also discover more reasons that i could be dreaming these dreams. i found that this dream symbol is an indication of your dependence and degree of control you have on your life or the direction you are going in your life. to dream that you car has been stolen, indicates that you are being stripped of your identity. this can possibly relate to losing your job, a failed relationship, or some situation which has played a significant role in your identity and who you are as a person.

now it all makes much more sense. i don’t know what i can do about changing the situation or stopping the dreams, but at least i have a more complete understanding if it all so it is not quite as terrifying anymore. hey, you learn something new every day!

goodbye long hair

kimberly — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 03:42:46 +0000

goodbye long hair. hello short, funky, chocolate-brown & red-violet streaked hair. i think i love you.

i have noticed that women tend to chop off their hair and make drastic changes to their appearance when their lives have gone through drastic changes or really tough times. now here i am, realizing i did the same thing impulsively and understanding it all now.

why did i do it people are asking. why did i cut my hair off when my long, thick, beautiful hair was one of the physical characteristics i got the most compliments on? my answer is i truthfully can’t give you any one reason. there are many reasons, and i suppose the main reason is that there are so many things going on in my life that i can’t control and my hair is one thing i can. i am a changed person inside, and i want to show that on the outside as well. i want my hair to show my personality instead of keeping it long because i thought everyone else liked it that way. i am alive, i am a survivor, i am spunky and different and i want my look to say that.

i like it so much i am thinking of making it even funkier next time, with more drastic color difference… i dont know. i am even wishing i still had my nose pierced, because though my family hated it, i loved it. life is so short and i just want to be myself. it has been empowering. it was just what i needed. i feel lighter, younger, hotter, and happier than i did before.

you’re kidding right?

kimberly — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 04:20:25 +0000

we have had such a rough time the last couple of years it is almost unbelievable. i usually hesitate to tell anyone everything because i feel like they won’t believe that much could happen to one couple. yes, it is that bad.

here is a quick run down of the main events only…

*i was diagnosed with PTSD as a result of many things in my past (that is a whole other story that i wont venture into today – you are very welcome)
*our house was broken into and my husband was attacked by the guy while he protected me. he was left with a huge gash in his arm and 16 stitches.
*i found out i had cancer and was subsequently fired from my job and left with no insurance.
*i was diagnosed with interstitial cystitis, but luckily my crohn’s disease went into remission.
*we got engaged and then found out i was pregnant due to the medications from my surgeries for the cancer canceling out my birth control.
*my husband was rushed to the ER and we found out he has type 1 diabetes. he stayed in the hospital a few days and now we are dealing with that for the rest of our lives.
*we got married and my husband had to drop out of college and get a job to support us, long story there.
*due to serious complications with my pregnancy, including preeclampsia, i spent three months in the hospital and our son was born prematurely and spent over a week in the NICU.

so, finally we are all home and happy. things should be settling down now, right? no.

i went to the doctor because i have been feeling so bad and having so much unbearable pain. when the doctor told me i tested positive for lupus and have to see a specialist i seriously wanted to ask him where ashton was hiding and where all of the cameras were hidden because it seemed so unbelievable that something else could happen to us.

but, alas, it is true and what can we do? nothing. just keep on living our lives and holding our heads up high, pushing through it and being thankful for the good things that we have. we cry sometimes, but more often we laugh about it all because we believe you can’t take life to seriously and we want to have fun while we are here.

dear random stranger

kimberly — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 05:41:58 +0000

sorry if i scared you. i know you thought i was crazy because i appeared to be laughing hysterically for no reason. i was just imagining you naked.