Posted by karen_kay on August 26, 2007, at 9:21:04
In reply to Re: hey you!, posted by SometimesBlue on August 25, 2007, at 10:55:29
i've been kk for 20something years. it was my nickname when i was little (so i think you stole it from me. you can no longer call your son that, got it? well, i guess if you send me some money, you can... b-mail me for details on the amount, but it's really going to cost you.)
about his myspace page: it started as his. my sister in law set it up for him, so she wouldn't have to email pictures to us all the time, then i kinda sorta, maybe overtook it (oopsie daisy! i told her i would anyway!), proving yet again that he's my sidekick. and i do think there are still more pictures of him on it than me (i'm crossing my fingers this very second that i'm not lying...), so it's still technically his, right? oh, i don't have to feel bad about that. he doesn't know how to work a computer anyway....
yesterday, mister kk, duckie and i decided to go visit a friend. she doesn't have a phone (what, someone without a phone???), so we drove for over an hour with no luck, she didn't answer the door. we then drove to my sister's (the one with the naked pool parties) and after arriving just decided not to stop. we then decided to stop for ice cream. now, we have a few 'issues' with our car. first, the driver's side window doesn't roll down all the way (this stopped beign funny long ago, especially sicne drive thru-s are a no-no because food tips over out of the bag, no one can hear what you order, and you can never get a drink through the slot).
another problem we recently had is a bit more difficult to explain, but it involves sticking your hand in the engine (ok, it's getting funny now jsut explaining it), and manually putting the car into the gear you want it (ie: reverse, drive, park). apparently some rubber hose thingie keeps sliding off and is going to be a major pain in the *ss to replace (involving taking out the dash, which was once attempted with a different vehicle and finally towed out of the garage. that's a different story for a different day)
well, we were waiting at teh drive thru (since we didn't want to have to put our car in park, risking having to do the chinese fire drill, sticking hand in engine, all for an ice cream cone) and a van politely asked 'coudl you move so i can get aroudn you to park?' my husband, not wantign to have to do this chinese fire drill-hadn in engine routine again shouted (remember, our window only rolls down far enough to get an ice cream cone through) 'where am i supposed to go?' (we were rather blocked in our spot as well, sorta) and low and behold it was my former therapist.
he edged up a bit, giving her room to get through. yeah, yesterday pretty much sucked too :) we didn't end up staying for icecream either. it was too busy. i was afraid my former therapist thought mister kk was yelling at her (when he kinda has to shout through the small opening in the window). plus, i really was not in the mood to do the chinese fire drill in front of her (however, that would jsut prove my point about anxiety. i guarentee she'd feel bad about testign my anxiety level first thing when i wlaked into her office. and i'm crazy?)
are you really sure you want to talk to me? i'm not even sure i want to talk to me.
oh, mister kk and i were discussing this as well. when a song comes on that duckie doesn't liek, he'll cover his ears. mister kk thinks if he's smart enough to do that, then he's smart enough to learn not to kick the driver's seat. i disagree. what are your thoughts?
get back to me....
kk (not your son)
poster:karen_kay
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