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KimBobeck
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Name: Kim
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Indianapolis
Birthday: 1/31/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: laughing with the best people in the world a.k.a. my friends, slow sad songs, dancing, making music, anything related to fitness and nutrition, convincing the little dog to poop outside, sharing a smile to make a stranger's day
Expertise: laughing, sleeping, bagels
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
2/12/2005
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| I HAVE A NEW JOB!!!
I am the latest choreographer/teacher at Pike High School. I will be making up (and cleaning up) jazz and hip hop routines for their winter competition season. I'll still be working at the deli, the Y, NIFS, and sometimes NE Fitness and the Riviera Club, but I am super excited about this latest addition. By the time it starts, Indy Fringe and my participation with Susurrus will be over (for now), so rehearsals won't be overlapped, though I'll be into choreography as soon as we pick the music. There is nothing I do better than teach dance...except make a damn fine bagel sandwich, so I'm told. What a great opportunity.
YAY!!!
And to top it all off, I get to guzzle PV margaritas this weekend!!! I love reasons for excessive exclamation points!!!
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| I am eating a delicious breakfast from 3 Sisters Cafe in Broad Ripple. I created my own egg scramble with bacon, spinach, onion, and parmesan. WOW! I also tried their Powerhouse Potatoes--red potatoes, herbs, cheddar cheese, and tofu; they're okay, ketchup will help (yes, I'm one of those.) Matt and I visited them for the first time Friday. He had a gigantic turkey club and I had soup and toast, free with coupon. They have a lot of vegetarian and vegan options, so it's super friendly for all those Broad Ripple hippies. (I just stepped outside for less than a minute. It turns out, Lucy really likes the Powerhouse Potatoes.) While we were there, I got a call from one of my coworkers asking me for some jalapenos I had promised her from the overflow in my garden. The owner overheard and mistakenly thought I wanted jalapenos. "No," I said. "Do you need jalapenos?" They really are flourishing and I can't find many recipes that use more than one at a time. The conversation continued and culminated in a culinary trade this morning: my spicy mesculin mix of lettuces--I don't like them at all and I've got a 3x1 plot of them hogging my garden--for said delicious egg scramble, so generous I'll also be enjoying it for my morning snack. (Lucy is now licking the arm of the recliner. I don't suggest taking her dining advice.)
There's some kid on TV trying to set a karaoke record. Why wasn't I informed? If I was born for anything, it was to sing karaoke on national television for hours on end. I'm going to the Guinness site to research after I'm finished with this entry.
Friday, Bean gifted us with a pile of diarrhea. Saturday morning came the follow-up. It was horrible. Poor boy. Those were the only two incidents, but he's had gaseous remnants ever since. He can always clear a room and it's so much worse than usual. I highly recommend Bath and Body Works Fig and Brown Sugar scented oil. It now fills the room.
Yesterday, Matt gifted me with my first-ever professional massage. After teaching a bunch of classes last week--six classes, three days--he surprised me with this appointment. It was glorious. An hour of total relaxation. I'm not sure whether talking during a massage is normal or not. I didn't say a word while she was working on my back and my face was smushed into that toilet bowl looking head support. We chatted just a bit when I flipped over, but I didn't want to exert anything so it was short-lived. One of the best gifts ever. Especially since it wasn't even related to a holiday. I love surprises. I love my husband.
Now, Tori Spelling is on TV in one of those babydoll dresses. Do you remember the first time those came out? I was in junior high and my mom made me a very pretty floral one. High-waisted, flowing, to the knees, with a pair of cream shorts underneath for modesty. I went on a bit of a shopping spree last week. Before the wedding, I was going to the mall every other day for something. Besides spending all those Target gift cards and a little Christmas searching, I really haven't been shopping since. (Matt might disagree.) So, when I had that Target card last week, I really went for it! I bought Cami's gifts, loaded up on our favorite granola bars, and bought a dress and a pair of bermuda length jean shorts for myself! The day before, at Kohl's, I finally found that pair of simple brown flip flops I had in mind since last summer. The dress is super cute and a perfect fit, black with big, white polka dots and a belt, and the shorts fit wonderfully. I've drifted--Tori Spelling: The racks were covered with babydoll and super long shirts. Unless you're super skinny, those babydoll shirts make you look chunky at best, pregnant more often than not. Even when I was that junior higher, people made knocked up jokes. I don't understand why they're popular. Oh yeah...fashions are made for the super skinny. And those long shirts only look right with skinny pants on girls who don't have hips to get in the way of the slim line and don't wear belts (unless they're functionless over the shirts). These fashions accommodate big bellies and thus America's problem with obesity. Okay that's a stretch, you know like those stupid jeans that you have to buy two sizes larger than usual just to squeeze into.
Note to clothing designers: I have hips. I have arms. Please adjust accordingly. Note to dancers: There are moves that involve neither pelvic thrusting nor booty shaking. (more TV)
Speaking of dancing, I have choreography to do. I successfully downloaded my first ever MP3 yesterday, "Fergalicious." Almost makes you sick, doesn't it? But it sure is fun to dance to.
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| It may be tedious, but even weeding in the garden is fun. I had a lot of cleaning up to do this morning. This is one of the best hobbies I've ever started.
Tyra Banks just used the word "portraiture," as in "I like to do black and white photography, black and white portraiture." I'm no expert; is that a real word? Now she's kissing Clay Aiken. Why do I bother stopping on Fox when I'm flipping channels?
I taught a cardio/strength/core class at the Midewest ACE conference downtown this morning--from 6 to 7:30! It's something James hooked me up with and it was a lot of fun. Plus, I was thanked with a Target gift card! Highlight: One of the ladies told me, "That's the best class I've ever had." Low point: I threw up in my mouth a little while I was teaching. I just meant to get out an air bubble--whoops!
Since I taught this morning, I had to request the day off from work. So, I've got phone calls to make, some baking to do (I have soooo many jalapenos and they're forcing me to be creative with new recipes), maybe some shopping, and eating cookies at Shane Co. Jewelers where I have to pick up my ring that should now be fixed, all prongs in tact. They have the best cookies in the world. Fresh baked Otis Spunkmeyer. Even if you're not really in the market for jewelry, you should go browse and nibble.
I want to meet Ellen Degeneres.
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| Here I am after another late night at the Deli. We got out of there fast, thanks to my coworker, Heath--he's a closing shift dynamo. We were pretty slow, too, but I still have some great quotes from the night:
"I'll have a Debbie's Disaster--long." He meant on a sub bun. Coworker: "What would you like?" Customer: "Grab your ankles." We have a sandwich called Tape Your Ankles. I know, not much better. "I'll have the Natty Dread." [Coworker preps sandwich and pops in steamer.] "Could I have that without bacon?" This particular sandwich happens to be placed under the BACON category on the menu. Bacon is the main constituent of this tasty treat. It's like asking for a BLT, hold the B. Silly. Customer: "Will you marry me?" Coworker: "No. Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Customer: "Are you sure you don't want to marry me?" There were also a few firsts for the night. Like when I was walking to work (just on the sidewalk from my parking spot, not from home at midnight) and some guy says to me "Hi, Sweetheart." I've learned not even to make eye contact, but when he touched my hip as I walked by, I had to speak up. I yelled and gave a dirty look and it was a good, firm, disgusted, stand-up-for-myself response. "I didn't touch you," he said, "you fell into me." The nerve! Also, two different groups of people mistook our napkin buckets for trash buckets. It's kind of clever, I guess--handy--and a good reminder for us to keep those napkins filled. At least it wasn't on the floor...oh wait, it was there, too.
All in all, it was a pretty low key evening with the drunks. Starting at 12 instead of 10 really made time fly. I was so happy for the shift, too, because going in late meant I got to hang out with the Seviers in New Palestine beforehand. It gave me a chance to share goodies from my garden. I tossed cucumber, tomatoes, a red pepper and store-bought broccoli and cauliflower with Italian dressing and cut up my experimental cheddar jalapeno bread. Both were hits! We enjoyed barnball, Catch Phrase, bean dip, Guitar Hero, and dog fights--not to the death, just anti-social Lucy. It was a good time. I love spending time with Cory's folks. His mom is a great hostess and they love Lucy, can't wait to have one of her puppies if we breed her, and it's good to see a family be active together and enjoy each others company--aunts, uncles, kids, parents, pets.
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| Tell Tale...Tall Tale...Tail TaleI love dog tails. Dog tales, too, for that matter. When I came home today, there were Bean and Lucy waiting patiently behind closed doors. They were both wagging their tails. Lucy looked excited and quickly sat because she now understands that's what she has to do for me to open the doors and set them free. Bean had a completely apathetic look on his face, yet that tail was still goin'. Can you imagine if we had tails? It'd be one more expressive outlet. One more way to communicate what we really feel instead of what we simply say. One more body part about which to be self-conscious. One more limb for carrying groceries.
How would you use your tail if you had one?
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