Shhh.

Drunk. So much better, thank you.
25 days 'til my TV show.
That means maybe 26 days 'til youknowwhere.
OH SHIT!
:)

Hi. My name is Kara. I've never been so stressed out in my entire life. My head is spinning, my stomach is turning and I don't know if I should laugh or cry. So maybe I will scream instead.
The End.

Happy 91st birthday to Grandma!
91. That's pretty serious!

p.s. 22 hours!

Happy 13th birthday to Justina, the best little cousin ever.

p.s. Nicole, I don't think they don't kill the llamas for the jackets, they just use their hair!

Success! The blog*spot ad up top is now advertising VWs and "Jackass" and Bam Margera.
Happy day.

This kinda makes me laugh, but not really.
I think it's really funny that when I asked if my date was an actor, they wouldn't give me a straight answer. Yet they put this out there on the Internet, for anyone with basic Googling skills to find. Are they really that stupid?

I wimped out and didn't go to work today because of the weather. It was snowing like crazy this morning, and my street wasn't even plowed until 10:30. I just didn't want to deal. But now it's just sleeting. We went out in the Jeep, and I totally could have made it to work. Now I have to use a precious personal day. Dammit. Oh well, I must stop making myself feel guilty over this and realize that:
1. I don't have to sit in messy Friday traffic.
2. Otto and I are home safe.
3. I can spend the afternoon watching TV and hanging out with Ruffles.
I need to stop feeling so guilty about this. Watching TV all day is a good thing in my world.

I just discovered that the blog*spot ad at the top of this page changes with what I write. For a while it was advertising the VW Touareg. Now it advertises ankle braces. How dorky. I better shut up about my silly busted knee. Big Trouble needs to advertise VWs again. Let's try: GTI, Golf, Touareg, Jetta, Passat, New Beetle, W8, Phaeton, EuroVan, Lupo, Polo, Sharan, Fox, Vento, Bora, Touran (my Wolfsburg favorite).

A week from now I'll be 32,000 feet in the air! Woo!

It's really pathetic that when it's 39 degrees outside, people come in from lunch and say with elation: "It's beauuuutiful outside, it's like spring!"
It's depressing.
Eight more days!

Bunny and I saw "Monster" last night. It was excellent, but very intense. Kinda made us want to drink.
(Who am I talking about 'kinda'?)

Get me the heck out of here. It's a whopping 37 degrees today, and I swear I think it's warm out. My dad and I even went to the (heated) driving range yesterday to hit golf balls (into the snow).
And that silly Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, of course. Damn.

10 more days 'til youknowwhere, thank God.

This is from Wednesday:


Also, new pictures of Amy's birthday party last weekend are here.