tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118890092009-07-14T23:25:49.517-05:00~Ideas & Tid-bits~KKbetzina@gmail.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-59108776805678729922009-07-13T17:24:00.006-05:002009-07-14T23:25:49.529-05:00Why I Do..<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Slu1TQyNaDI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bt-0CBkKiMc/s1600-h/WW.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358075524215040050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 158px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Slu1TQyNaDI/AAAAAAAAAac/Bt-0CBkKiMc/s200/WW.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">May 17th 2006 is when I went in and met with Joanie my assigned nurse. She weighed, and measured me then we waited for “Doc” Dr. Rahel to come in to give my prognosis. “You are clear and in remission” she said. It took a minute or two for that statement to soak into my head but I was done and in the clear and most importantly it hadn’t spread and I was alive! Joanie then decided to mention that I’d lost 15lbs since my last appt. “Doc” looked at me intensely and said “We did have the discussion about dieting and your immune system, right?” I shyly nodded. “You don’t feel sick, overly cold or warm do you? Any colds or nose bleeds?” she asked as she checked my ears, nose and throat. “I feel perfect.” I said. I slowly pushed down her stethoscope, “I feel great and am fine, really.” I shot an irritated look at Joanie and she smirked playfully back. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I was ready to jump out of my skin as walked out of Meadowbrook that day thanking my stars and the Lord for letting this only be a scare and not a life or death situation. I was determined to begin life right there, right now. To begin a new and healthy lifestyle and to drastically change a whole lotta stuff! </span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I started working the two jobs right away for I had a ton of medical bills and a new house to pay for. I worked all the time, saved every penny I could to pay off my debt. </span><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I would sit in my new, partially unfurnished house and tell my ex that I wanted to reconnect with old friends I’d lost touch with, go see some good live shows, go to concerts again, dress up and go to the Theater, I wanted to fall in love at least one more time, go to Europe but never had done. I wanted to live more than what I had, just in case the bottom dropped out. I didn’t want to have any regrets about anything because I was too afraid, or just didn’t have the time. I started losing all the weight I’d put on, I started gaining my sense of self back and met new friends that were into the same things I was into. I started introducing my self to new people, bands and musicians through the friends we had in common, I reconnected with people through MySpace, Twitter, Facebook and my blog, I started going out more and more.<br /><br />I went in for a couple of post cancer physicals and was told that I wasn’t dealing with a couple of things as well I should be. My stress level was off the charts and I was clearly exhausted. Doc told me that if I couldn’t get these things under control that she’d make me take classes on how to deal with stress and I absolutely needed to try and sleep more, not dealing with both could lead to getting sick again and a slimmer chance of survival. Now I haven’t ever been a great sleeper, not since my ex and I broke up and he got his own place. Hence the reason I have Gabriel the cat. He was intended to give me the “sense of security” I needed to sleep without having “one ear to the ground” all the time. When I bought the house and moved from downtown St. Paul to semi-country Cottage Grove I had issues sleeping for 3 months. It was too quiet. I could hear crickets, birds, wolves, owls, snapping twigs in the field out front, fish jumping in the pond and the groans and snaps a house makes when it settles. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">My job at the bank was stressful all the time. Dealing with idiots is always stressful for me. I’m not a fantastic communicator and I don’t like people, so I have a tendency to think that most people are on my same wave length and think in efficiencies just as I do. I call this: “living inside my head” I try to think of others BEFORE myself and I thought/think most people do to. This is not the case I have learned, so you can imagine!<br /><br />I can’t say I’ve always made great choices and I have a tendency to ignore my instincts a lot of the time. I sometimes choose the selfish choice and get burned in the end. I sometimes change my mind in middle somewhere and don’t tell anyone, I sometimes suffer in silence, keep my accomplishments to myself, I exhaust myself but continue to do what I want on my terms as long as I hurt no one in the process. I try to be as honest and forth coming as I can with my intentions and sometimes I fall short despite my most gallant efforts. I’m more forgiving than I should be for the most part, but usually issues that I have with other people usually have little to do with me directly, so I rarely get angry and dismiss anyone. I have a tendency to empathize with people which makes it stressful to be with people who have a lot of problems. I tend to go into “help” mode and become consumed with solving their problems, sometimes at my own expense. This doesn’t mean that I put up with a lot though; for I am my mother’s daughter and just as feisty. Don’t ever tell me that you want something “because I said so.” That will never sit well with me and I will not do it, even if I want to. My parents never got away with that as a reason, why would I let you? </span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></div><div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I will certainly be the first to apologize if I have screwed up but I’m very “old school” in my beliefs. Men should pursue women, there is reason behind everything that happens good or bad, you hold doors open and chairs out for ladies, respect your elders etc. I do sometimes “color outside of those lines” but only to a certain extent before I give up. Patience isn’t something I have a lot of and my life moves pretty fast, it always has. I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I have or haven’t done. We all have our different stories- things that hang us up; children, ex-spouses, parents, I do too but I won’t let people influence me that much, I never have. Some might not agree with what I do, may not understand it, maybe afraid of it, but I’m single, 39 yrs old, I have no desire to marry or have children (which doesn’t mean I won’t, I just don’t think about it.) I have a great job(s), beautiful home, great family and friends, 3 fabulous ex’s, a nice car and a furry Gabriel cat. So why judge me? I wouldn’t have time or the inclination to judge you. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-5910877680567872992?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-22858838524979732682009-06-24T14:34:00.011-05:002009-06-24T15:32:19.025-05:00Between Donuts and Carrots<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SkKLd0bgUWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/toTTTnMIeGA/s1600-h/Carrrot+and+Donut.JPG"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350992651676045666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SkKLd0bgUWI/AAAAAAAAAaU/toTTTnMIeGA/s200/Carrrot+and+Donut.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SkKGhsr6PtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/M2LjlkrnIho/s1600-h/Carrrot+and+Donut.JPG"></a></div><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></p><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Email conversation between Hensch and I today!<br /><br />________________________________</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:04 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: hoot<br /><br />Hello Carrot.<br /><br />Hensch<br /><br />_______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:30 AM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />Herro Donut...What's up?<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br /><br />_______________________________</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:32 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />It's hot.<br /><br />Hensch<br /><br /><br />______________________________</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:35 AM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />I know it! I got's a secret..... 2 actually!<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br />______________________________</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:37 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />You gots secrets?!?!?!<br />Whazza secrets?!?!?<br /><br />Hensch<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:40 AM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />1- I'm going to the Taste of MN with Connie to see Bret Michaels (ish)..She wants to see everyone here, spend time with me and see Bret Michaels so I said I'd go with her if I can get the time off..<br /><br />2- I'm sorta seeing someone!!! I KNOW!<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:45 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />You're seeing someone?!?!?!? SQUEEEE!!! WHO WHO WHO!?!?!?<br />The tow truck driver?!<br /><br />Hensch<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:49 AM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />NO! You don’t know him...but I adore him! He’s a pretty cool guy!<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:51 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />Oooo, He’s pretty nice to look at.<br />How did you meet him?<br /><br />Hensch<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:56 AM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br /><em>I</em> think so !<br /><br />It was the weekend I had issues with my car..Randy picked me up so we could see The Bad Animals show... He was there that night.. He asked me if I was on Facebook or MySpace and I gave him my info and we've been hanging together ever since...<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br /><br />_______________________________</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">-----Original Message-----<br />From: Hensch (Donut)<br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 11:58 AM<br />To: Kami-O (Carrot)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />Awwww! I love happy endings!<br />Did he get the friend eating warning?<br /><br />Hensch<br /><br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----<br />From: Kami-O (Carrot)</span><a href="mailto:Kami-O.Betzina@bestbuy.com"></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:00 PM<br />To: Hensch (Donut)<br />Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />No, I didn't tell him that...thought he might be a bit scared about it... Being that's serious business and all..<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O<br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message----- </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">From: Hensch (Donut)</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:03 PM </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">To: Kami-O (Carrot) </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Subject: RE: hoot </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Well this is information that every stupid boy needs!!!<br />Carrot! He has to know that you aren't to be effed with!<br /><br />Hensch<br /><br />______________________________<br />-----Original Message-----</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">From: Kami-O (Carrot)</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sent: Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:08 PM</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">To: Hensch (Donut)</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Subject: RE: hoot<br /><br />LOLOL, OMG! I this made me burst out laughing! I think I might have pee’d myself a little bit!<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Thanks,<br /><br />Kami-O</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-2285883852497973268?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-32419458573585262312009-06-23T09:25:00.004-05:002009-06-23T09:27:19.718-05:00Wholly Crap! Tim Burton's take on my favorite Fairytale!<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/06/22/johnny-depp-as-mad-hatter_n_218747.html"><span style="color:#ccffff;">First Photos of "Alice in Wonderland", starring Johnny Depp, Anne Hathaway and Helena Bonham Carter..</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3241945857358526231?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-64555345810624321142009-06-17T15:54:00.002-05:002009-06-17T16:03:05.682-05:00When the earth Explodes, so will my Head…<span style="color:#ffffff;">My damn tongue is numb because I just burned it with steaming hot coffee Dammit, I hate that…! Shall I sue? Hehehe!<br /><br /> It’s 10:08a in the morning, and I so do not want to be here. The weekend went well considering I was hoping for “alternate” plans but that was foiled based on the shitty, irritated talk I had on Friday eve. There is a reason they call it alternate plans sports fans.... Kelly suggested I go up to Zimmerman with her and the kids to meet her pops and perhaps shake it up a bit. Monsters of Mock was playing in Andover so we decided to go there. I flew back home, grabbed some clothes, got all spiffed up and hit the road. Got to her pops repair shop, met him and his wife. I think her pops is the coolest guy ever! They smoked, we all laughed and they took her kids home to bed. Kelly and I touched up a bit and headed out to POV’s in Andover. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">There weren’t many people there and actually had to double check to make sure that the band was actually playing there. We walked in and grabbed a booth. Kelly disappeared for a bit and while she was gone someone came up and invited us to sit with their group of people. Kelly being the social butterfly she is, managed to introduce us to the entire band, which was fun to razz them a bit. Pat the bass player’s brother was "interesting" and so was the guy who came up behind me, licked the back of my neck asking if he could commission me for sex.. Niice! We made it home around 3am and I collapsed on the floor next to Kelly’s kids. I actually slept for 7 hours, which s unheard of for me! Her youngest, Carter came in and woke me up….What a nice way to wake up; a drool kiss and a giggle!! Lolol.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I left her folk’s place around 11am and headed home. Took an hour nap, before I showered, changed and headed to my folk’s place. Spent some time with my folk’s before I headed out to Lake Harriet to see my friends the Bad Animals. What a beautiful night for an outdoor concert! Leni D asked me to take some pictures so I used my “Kutchercam” to take all the pix. I have to say for a little $180. point and click it’s a good camera over all and would highly recommend buying one if your in the market. I got to visit with the Lovely Gina M. I haven’t seen her in a dog’s age and by and large she is my soul sister, and missed her very much! What tremendous strengths she has, but I knew she had it in her. We are stubborn old birds, she and I. I was excited and beyond that she felt good enough to attend! I also got to meet Leni’s other sister’s Mary Jo and Margo both of whom I’ve spoken to on the phone but had never met. I spoke to Mr. Kielty a bit before I hit the road to meet up with the super awesome Danny and Transit Authority at the Junction. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I got myself settled next to Danny at the soundboard when I looked over to see my brother’s g-friend Carrie with a bridal party walking in the door. They invited me to play a game of pool and have drink before hopping over to the next bar. Took a few semi decent photos of Transit Authority before parking my butt next to Danny for the rest of the night. For laughs I shared my retarded stories of dating woe, he shared his and it ended up being a really good night just sitting and talking to each other. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sunday I worked and Danny’s son was coming in from New York. I figured we could meet up for a bit at the airport since we’d both be there and chat before he picked up his son. Come to find that his son’s flight came in through the Humphrey terminal not the Lindbergh where I work. I figured he wouldn’t want to come an extra 10-15mins down to visit and tossed it out as a wash. Danny texts me and says that he’s in ticketing so I walk out and lo and behold there he is!! We chatted for about 20-25mins before he had to take the train back to the Humphrey and I back to my store. I figure anyone who takes the time to come see me at work can date</span> me any day.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-6455534581062432114?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-17650749277939537692009-06-11T15:38:00.003-05:002009-06-11T15:48:45.932-05:00Changes Her Mind, Like Changing Her Clothes…<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SjFrQ0Kz0xI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Joo2ytVWN6c/s1600-h/Thinking%2520Man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346172169291551506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SjFrQ0Kz0xI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Joo2ytVWN6c/s200/Thinking%2520Man.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="color:#ffffff;">In Part 2 of my financial (aka- getting myself out of the hole) plan I’ve bought a new car. Well it’s used, but new to me. The key broke in the ignition on the 4th day of owning the damn thing and after a 2-3 day hassle of figuring out who was going to pay for it, the dealership pennied up and paid the $400. to get it fixed. Whew!</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">In my looong process of getting the house re-fied, I found out that the mortgage company had a “suspense” account for me with “overpayments” in it. Approx $800. worth. Received that back 2 days ago and that should bring down the debt significantly. I’m hoping now to get the debt I owe my folks down about $2,000 more before I quit the second job. Wholly crap, what will I do with my spare time? </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />The summer is starting to take shape a little bit. I’m in process of planning trips to Iowa, Wisconsin and possibly Nashville before the end of August. So, if anyone is interested in going with me.... I’m also thinking music festivals..Summerfest, WE Fest, The Taste, the State Fair. The Theater is also something I’m looking into. I’d love to go see Mary Poppins (ERNESTO and PAUL!) it’s my fav next to Victor/Victoria! I would like to do it all but with all the trips etc..not sure if I can swing it. I plan on cutting down my hours at the airport to 3 for the remainder of the summer. I wanna enjoy it this year!</span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">The dating situation is, well…non existent at this point. I’ve been picking stoopid and horrible men as of late. Granted, I don’t mean that in a harsh way, they simply just aren’t for me. </span><a href="http://ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-being-mad.html"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Read about the last 3 here</span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">… I met the “Tow Truck” driver when I was getting my car towed into the repair shop. I came out of the house with no makeup on, in jeans and a t-shirt and he manages to tell me that I’m hott. Hmmmm, a good sense of humor is worth a date I guess. To make it short, he’s just not for me. He’s a bit of a whiner, made a remark that if we were gonna make a go of it I had to do “this, this and this” and it seems that everytime we go out he wants me to drive him all over. That didn’t settle well with me so… It took me about 2 weeks of “over analyzing” to (<em>duh!</em>) figure out that Guy 1 is a douchebag and was technically, very mean to me and I allowed it to happen. I found it extremely disturbing that I managed to overlook the mean shit he said or did. I should just told him to f-off and called it a day. In the end it’s his lose and I guess I’m better for not pursuing it any further, even if it was further than I would have wanted. That being said, I’ve decided to not date for the time being. I feel very conflicted and disturbed over the fact that I liked someone who treated me poorly. I like myself more than that, and apparently there’s something going on with me that is overlooking shit like that. Perhaps it’s an insecurity that is rearing its ugly head. So, I’m gonna take the time to resolve it before it gets out of hand..</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-1765074927793953769?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-38119671273165778932009-05-19T16:00:00.005-05:002009-05-19T16:05:30.836-05:00Busy Being Mad..<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/ShMeeiCLGYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_CmTjtN1bd4/s1600-h/Bang_head.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337643493245000066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/ShMeeiCLGYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_CmTjtN1bd4/s320/Bang_head.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">OK, I’ve been dating 3 men as of late…All are fantastic and wonderful guys, really and truly.. My dating life being the stuff of legend, things have been unraveling a bit between all of us and …well…let me explain.. </span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><div><br /></span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span> <div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Guy 1</strong>- I adore him completely! I think he’s simply great (even though he doesn’t think himself that way) came to the table with a few requirements which sorta pissed me off because I walked into this whole thing without expectations and to think that I would assume all that is a bit bold, intimidating, and insulting at the same time…Not all women are these goobery souls that need someone to take care of them, I’m one of those. I’m quite happy with me, my life and where I’m going and if you wanna come along for the ride…no drama or hurt feelings, I swear…scouts honor!<br /><br /><strong>Guy 2</strong>- Met him through some friends, nice guy, really cute but when I told him I didn’t want to meet his fam and kid this early in the game, he apparently didn’t listen…so I ended up spending a dinner which I thought was to be him and I, actually was with his child, and folks…I was not happy. I found out from his folks that his name wasn’t what he told me, it was something else…the name he gave was a “nickname”…I felt a bit embarrassed by that. His son being as young as he is, talked over us and interrupted us every chance he got, so the evening was mostly us taking care of him and not talking… I love children, his son is an awesome boy, but he is his dad and should be effective in telling him not to interrupt and to behave.<br />My main concern about this is that I have 2 nieces myself and I’ve never thought it was a good idea to introduce dates, g-friends/b-friends so early in the game, due to the child getting too attached and when that person leaves…it hurts the child and I don’t want that.<br /><br /><strong>Guy 3</strong>- Met him through some musician friends, cute and nice..Totally nutty about me apparently since he texts me a bazillion times a day. When I move my toes, not sure if they’re his or mine at this point. Granted, I do know he likes me, but Christ I don’t need a million texts wanting my schedule, where I’m going to be, what am I doing, morning, night…<em>AHHHHH! Where’s the balance?!<br /></em><br />So being that things are the way they are, I’m pulling out of the game for awhile…I’ve reached my threshold with guys for a bit..I don’t understand you as a gender, and don’t want to right now..</div></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3811967127316577893?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-43208500645218541452009-05-15T12:09:00.002-05:002009-05-15T12:21:44.165-05:00FRIDAY LOVE LIST-Things You Love<span style="color:#ffffff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">y'all</span> spill it...name them and start a monster string..No judgements..</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tell everyone what you LOVE!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><a href="http://www.megfowler.com/">* borrowed from Meggy!</a></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I'll start first!!!!<br /><br />1. Song you love-"Dreams" by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fleetwood</span> Mac<br /><br />2. Book you love- "Sense and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sensibility</span>"-Jane Austen<br /><br />3. Type of cuisine you love- Italian<br /><br />4. Beverage you love- A&W Cream Soda (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">delish!</span>)<br /><br />5. Cookie you love- I don't like cookies<br /><br />6. Ice cream flavour you love- Ben and Jerry's Coffee Heath Crunch<br /><br />7. Place you love to go- Nashville<br /><br />8. Thing you love to drive- I love to drive fast and sporty cars!<br /><br />9. Place you love to live- Mountains of Montana<br /><br />10. Movie you love- Bachelor Party & Princess Bride<br /><br />11. Time in your life you loved- My summer with Rachel in college<br /><br />12. Person you love- I love everyone (esp YOU!)<br /><br />13. Cute picture of a baby animal you love- <a href="http://www.thingsthatmakeyougoaahh.com/2005/09/three-baby-otters.html">Baby Otters (awww!) </a><br /><br />14. Item of clothing you love most (that you own)-My eeyore jammies<br /><br />15. Way of relaxing you love best- Having my feet rubbed while have a drink of some kind.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-4320850064521854145?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-49108794103779609792009-05-15T10:39:00.005-05:002009-05-15T10:47:26.666-05:00A Burst!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sg2OC4oRZAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/g2IHW1jzGiI/s1600-h/Money.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336077313716085762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sg2OC4oRZAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/g2IHW1jzGiI/s320/Money.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I was talking to someone in the airport last night about love and relationships, and this lovely tid-bit burst out of my mouth... I have no idea where it came from..</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Yeah, love is about $16. bucks, and possibley some change, depending upon who's changing.."</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-4910879410377960979?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-29002961996022054282009-05-15T10:16:00.007-05:002009-05-15T10:32:39.989-05:00The Day to Day…<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sg2KjV921OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bY3Jof8d0R4/s1600-h/Balance.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336073473300550882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sg2KjV921OI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bY3Jof8d0R4/s320/Balance.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I’ve been doing the second job thing for almost 2 years now and I almost forget what my life was like before … The last time I wasn’t working 2 jobs was shortly after I recovered from being sick and had all those medical bills… It seems so far away now, but is always that boogeyman lurking in my closet…</span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><div><p>I was telling someone the other day, I work so bloody much that I really don’t have time to date, or go out and when I do have a bit of time, I always over commit myself..I try to do everything, all the time, with everyone..spread myself too thin and then get sick with something or become so exhausted that I can’t see straight.</p></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Every work day I usually get up between 6:15a and 7a. I‘ve noticed that I always wake up on the right side of the bed, and am always facing the window. (Odd?) I leave the curtains open just enough to see the sun rising over the trees. I pet the cat and hit the floor to do 15 push ups. I shower, brush my teeth, do my hair, dress, apply my make up, grab my phone and head downstairs with Gabriel at my heels. I make Gabs breakfast, and grab all the things I need to take with me for the day. I head downstairs; put on my shoes, coat, grab keys, my purse then head out to work. I usually get a call from P letting me know to stay safe and be careful…AND no phone calls or texting on the road..</div><br /><br /><div><br />I make the 35 min drive into work…grab my coffee, check e-mail, Conference Services inbox, Ads inbox, check my calendar for the day, blah, blah.. 11am is the gym, doing a body building class of some kind ..<br />Mondays- Arms<br />Tuesday- Total Body<br />Weds- Legs<br />Thursday- Cardio<br />Friday- Total Body<br />Sat-Cardio (at home)<br />and rest on Sundays.<br />from 3:30p to 5p I hit the gym again to run 3 miles, lift, shower, and dress, done! I call P to let him know I’m leaving work. I drive down to the train station and take the train to the airport. I make any calls to friends, arrangements, plans, meetings, etc on the train ride to the Lindbergh, go up the escalators, through security and hit a restaurant for a quick salad or soup before I punch in at my store around 6p.<br /><br />I stand around selling outdoor gear for a good 3 hrs, before I lock up the store and punch out at 9:15p. I make the 9:24p train back to the train station and to my car for the 35 min drive back home. Once home I check e-mail, IM friends, check work schedule and day planner for the next two days. I head up to bed around 11-12:30p and call P to give him a run down on things I’ve been up to all day and to see how he’s doing. He usually yells at me for staying up so late.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>On my usual Friday eves and Saturdays off…<br /><strong>Fridays</strong>- I get up at 7:30a and get on my computer to work from home, lock myself in my office, check e-mail, Conference Services inbox, Ads inbox the weekends, make myself a pot of coffee. In between e-mails I work out (my equipment is in my office). Sign off around 5-5:30p and take a bit of a nap…I usually have something in the works; working, a date, movie, a show, dinner, a family thing…I get up around 6:30p or 7p and get myself together.</div><br /><br /><div><br /><strong>Saturdays</strong>-I get up around 10a, pet the cat and hit the floor for 10 push ups, put on my gear and go for a 3 mile run outside, jump rope for 10mins to cool down, take a shower and get dressed for the day. I go downstairs and feed Gabriel, turn on the computer to check e-mail, update blog, before settling on a movie to watch. Watch 2-3 movies, clean the house, run errands, take shower and get ready to go out; usually a date, dinner, a show, movie, family thing. </div><br /><br /><div><br /><strong>Sundays-</strong> Get up at 10a, hit the floor for 10 push ups, go for a 3 mile run outside (if I’ve had to skip a day), take a shower and dress for work. I leave at 12p for work. I drive down to the train station and take the train to the airport. I make any calls to friends, arrangements, etc on the train ride to the Lindbergh, go up the escalators, through security and hit Caribou for a coffee before I punch in at my store around 1p. I spend 8 hours selling before I lock up the store and punch out at 9:15p. I hit the 9:24p train back to the train station and to my car for the 35 min drive back home. Once home I check e-mail, work schedule and day planner for the next week. I head up to bed around 11-12:30p and call P to give him a run down on things I’ve been up to all day and to see how he’s doing. He usually texts me to go to bed or calls me to tell me to go to bed. I’ve been working on trying to get more than 5 hrs of sleep a night…<br /><br />Lunch and dinner is always at the Electronics Company or at the airport, when time allows. I usually don’t get any sort of break M-Th when I work. When I say my frig is closed down, yes that’s exactly what it means, I have it on cool for water, and tea but that’s all I really have in it, and did I mention that I can’t make a thing? Yeah..</div><br /><br /><div><br />Every night and during most days there’s some sort of conversation between P and I or Kelly and I. Most often than not it’s when I’m in bed and P’s puttering on some one’s computer in his office or on train rides is when I usually talk to Kelly even though I just saw her at work.<br /><br />Recent topics of conversation between us:<br /><br /><strong>P and I:</strong> How I hate dating, how he hates flaky people, new music he’s discovered, new music he’s written and demoed, our friends and what they are doing, his job, my two jobs, him begging me to slow down, him yelling at me to get more rest, working out, movies I’ve seen, the Target house, my new camera, my debt plan and quite a bit of teasing and laughing in between.<br /><br /><strong>Kel and I:</strong> Up and coming Hairball shows, Horseback riding, work, work and more work, shoes (sqwee!), Kel’s butt, working out, her new house, slip and sliding with the kids, her folks, this weekend, and plans for the summer..there’s usually an “Oh my God” and laughing followed by a loud snort somewhere in the conversation.</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-2900296199602205428?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-35768077779619208392009-05-13T04:44:00.000-05:002009-05-13T04:44:01.274-05:00Guest at the Gym<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sgnubgl93RI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kaKTWyYacG8/s1600-h/Duh.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335057389970119954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/Sgnubgl93RI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kaKTWyYacG8/s320/Duh.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I went with Kelly to Lifetime to go lift the other day. No biggie, she’s allowed to have guests come with her..blah, blah, blah… </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I sign in, name, city, state, phone number etc…we get this young girl who; in all fairness was beautiful. Short platinum blonde hair, tight outfit, fantastic shoes, great figure… I’d have sex with her and I’m a chick! </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She comes up to the counter, leans into it showing us her “stuff”, asks if we are going to have a great workout and talks about the great workout she had today. Kelly and I just look at each other…I’m thinking “are you fucking kidding me?” We talk to her briefly and she then calls me “Kami”, I correct her and continue to talk…we walk down a hall to her office and she’s asking Kelly and I if we know someone that is employed by the same company. The name sounds familiar but I remind the girl that several thousand employees work there so... </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She checks to see the last time I was in a Lifetime, for I used to be a member once. She proceeds to spell my name incorrectly 3 times (my paperwork with my name on it was in front of her) and continues to call me Kami. I correct her all times, and make a gesture prompting Kelly to tell her that I’m not interested in a membership just to workout and we start to leave the room. The girl apologizes to us and we leave… </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />As we are walking down the hall Kelly starts laughing telling me that I sure do get irate with dumb people. Granted, the girl was very pretty but dumber than a box of hair…Nothing like making someone feel important by not only forgetting their name but then to spell it improperly several times, even though the spelling was written down, in print, in front of her!</div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3576807777961920839?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-71244959826707897672009-05-12T17:00:00.000-05:002009-05-12T17:00:05.284-05:00A Little Ketchup….<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgntWffa5zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KljP0oWpM0M/s1600-h/2009_Month_Day_Calendar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335056204263253810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgntWffa5zI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KljP0oWpM0M/s320/2009_Month_Day_Calendar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I’m usually so busy running around that I never get any rest…This last week was no different… </span></div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><div><br />I hadn’t gotten much sleep on Thursday night so Friday morning was a drag and not much fun to have my first appt of the day be Dr. time with my Dermotologist. </div><div> </div><div>I decided to have a bit of minor surgery on my back and legs…I have a few “spots” that my MD was “concerned” about so I’m have them removed… 2 cuts and 3 stitches later I’m minus 2 spots, 1 on my leg and one on my back…I go in 2 weeks to get the stitches out and have the other 3 removed. Then two a weeks after that, I go in to have cosmetic stuff done to the legs….They are awful because of my poor circulation and running habits… funny part about the appt was her pulling on the lower portion of my eye and telling me how I had great elasticity in my face…to which I smacked her and told her to quit it, a crows foot may pop out..then proceeded to humor her and the nurse about my airport chronicles and the woman who told me that I needed breast implants….<br /><br />Ernesto, Robert and Laura “kidnapped” me to the cabin for some R&R..I slept, ate, slept, ate, walked, ate, slept and watched a movie… I think I needed the rest, you think? Need to go out there in the summer, when it’s hot and we can shower outside...use water we can store.<br />Came home around 6p, cleaned up the house a bit, took a hot soak, updated a few things, dayplanner, calendar, sent a few e-mails and off to bed…<br /><br />Monday- Work…..I had the evening off so I went to the gym with Kelly and her fam to lift….then to their house where Mike and Kelly put some grub on the grill….I’d starve if it wasn’t for them…literally! Played with the kids for a bit, went home, went for a 2 mile run, bath and bed…<br /><br />Tuesday- Work, workout…..Dinner with Ernesto, Paul, Peter, Dan and Robert at Houlihan’s in Eagan. I haven’t seen Paul since Easter a couple years ago. He decided that it was time for a get together I think..perhaps introduce me to the b-friend, hmmm?<br /><br />Wednesday- Work and work…<br />Thursday- Work and work…<br />Friday- Work and work…<br /><br />Saturday- (?) I have tickets to the Theater, there’s Kasey Noll’s grand march to see, then Hairball at Bogart’s…but I’ll prolly have to work instead…<br /><br />Sunday- (?) I’d like to visit with my nieces, and spend sometime with Wally… but again I’ll prolly have to work…<br /><br />Why do I plan this far ahead? I really don’t but have been known to accidentally double and triple book myself out…Sometimes I just show up or not..but it’s planned around a hectic work schedule so I have to try to plan!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-7124495982670789767?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-39120003232886802772009-05-12T16:52:00.002-05:002009-05-12T16:56:48.317-05:00Love Street<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgnwhpuldqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TKMnDishjrQ/s1600-h/the_doors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335059694524659362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgnwhpuldqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TKMnDishjrQ/s320/the_doors.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Love Street-The Doors</span></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She lives on Love Street,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Lingers long on Love Street.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has a house and garden,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I would like to see what happens....</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has robes and she has monkeys,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Lazy diamond-studded flunkies,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has wisdom and knows what to do,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has me and she has you.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has wisdom and knows what to do,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has me and she has you.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I see you live on Love Street;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">There's the store where the creatures meet.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I wonder what they do in there,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Summer Sunday and a year.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I guess I like it fine so far…</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She lives on Love Street,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Lingers long on Love Street.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">She has a house and garden,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I would like to see what happens...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3912000323288680277?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-37721102773371390032009-05-11T15:10:00.002-05:002009-05-11T15:12:32.392-05:00I Don’t Get Me…<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgiGVMsVIWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KEPXDG2XoY0/s1600-h/Bang+head.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661457362887010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgiGVMsVIWI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KEPXDG2XoY0/s320/Bang+head.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">I’m running after someone who could care less if I was alive or dead and the two that seem like they were made just for me, I’m not interested in…???????</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3772110277337139003?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-56947180890828979262009-05-08T16:33:00.004-05:002009-05-08T16:35:41.728-05:00TGIF!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Just one last word before I go up to the cabin for a bit of well needed R&R...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgSlWN8CnbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5u5r2Hzt9hs/s1600-h/wee_44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgSlWN8CnbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5u5r2Hzt9hs/s400/wee_44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333569659830705586" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-5694718089082897926?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-80641115919324855552009-05-07T13:55:00.002-05:002009-05-07T13:59:28.166-05:00One Day Closer to Friday!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgMvfGqSnOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k1MNI7PIpz8/s1600-h/thinking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333158595147242722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgMvfGqSnOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/k1MNI7PIpz8/s200/thinking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">Everyone likes Fridays, so I like Thursdays because it’s one day closer to Friday. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">It’s comparable to liking Mickey Dolenz (of The Monkeys) because everyone liked Davey Jones!</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-8064111591932485555?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-3020694499265532712009-05-07T13:37:00.005-05:002009-05-07T13:43:27.987-05:00New and Exciting!<span style="color:#ffffff;">If you haven't befriended </span><a href="http://morethanmary.com/"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><em>Mary Rambin</em> </span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">on FB or read her and your a girl, YOU NEED TO!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">I love her! Her, Julia and Meghan are awesome when it comes to new stuff...</span><br /><a href="http://morethanmary.com/"><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Mary-Fashion, excercise</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"><br /></span></em><a href="http://julia.nonsociety.com/main.php"><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Julie-Dating and entertainment</span></em></a><em><span style="color:#ccccff;"><br /></span></em><a href="http://meghan.nonsociety.com/"><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">Megs-All things tech</span></em></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Here...The latest from Meg</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Go..DO IT NOW!!!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.boxee.tv/"><em><span style="color:#ccccff;">http://www.boxee.tv/</span></em></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-302069449926553271?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-55004992281701825602009-05-06T13:28:00.004-05:002009-05-08T16:37:57.621-05:00A Little Hump Day Humor!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgSmF4kQUcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rrsikwK0xoE/s1600-h/fri_85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SgSmF4kQUcI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rrsikwK0xoE/s400/fri_85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333570478727516610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nuff Said</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">!</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-5500499228170182560?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-43296830799360745222009-05-01T09:36:00.003-05:002009-05-01T09:38:31.339-05:00Wow!<a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20275794,00.html">Who would have known this???</a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Good for her, but why did it take 2 marriages to men to figure it out?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-4329683079936074522?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-27865056213930471442009-04-29T17:35:00.003-05:002009-04-29T17:38:39.803-05:00Top 10 Twins<a href="http://www.popeater.com/music/article/top-ten-twins/453892"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">They have a Top 10 for everything these days..</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"><br /></span></strong><a href="http://www.popeater.com/music/article/top-ten-twins/453892"><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;">Matt and Gun are in there...of course they are!</span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#33ffff;"><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.popeater.com/music/article/top-ten-twins/453892"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-2786505621393047144?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-78525131152429042092009-04-27T08:00:00.000-05:002009-04-27T15:05:22.355-05:00Put to Bed…<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SfYPPzupNYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3S8HYwU4044/s1600-h/383-signing-loan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329463973297862018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SfYPPzupNYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/3S8HYwU4044/s200/383-signing-loan.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Well, Friday was the date of my closing..yep, finally after a long year and a half I was able to re-fi the house. </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />The appt was at 2p and instead of going to the title company’s office I ended up at my loan officer’s office. He saw me, we went over the numbers, new payment and he answered any questions I had before I went in for the signing. I literally got on my knees in his office and sobbed.<br />Keeping this house has been a task like no other. I have literally fought to keep it and used almost all of my available resources and brain power to do so. I now know more about home mortgages than any person would want to. My current loan officer is the 8th guy I’ve had to go through just to get this done. I even promised this guy I’d marry him if he could put this baby to bed. Granted there are people still losing their homes everyday for whatever reason so mine isn’t the worst case, but it could have been for sure.<br /><br />Once I felt comfortable with the figures I drove a mile down the road to the title company and signed the new deal, now it’s for keeps!</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-7852513115242904209?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-47163626878452156982009-04-27T07:45:00.001-05:002009-04-27T15:09:26.414-05:00In Concert….<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SfYONeK2DfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LJw1lSek3GU/s1600-h/scaled_heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329462833639198194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SfYONeK2DfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LJw1lSek3GU/s200/scaled_heart.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">For my birthday my friend Randy bought me a concert ticket to see Heart at Treasure Island casino. Granted, I almost forgot about it considering that it was more than a month out. I took the day off and Randy stopped by the house to get me around 3p. We arrived around 3:30p and decided to check out the venue and go to Tradewinds for their buffet.. Probably a big mistake for me since I hadn’t eaten in about 4 days due to my pneumonia, I had about a plate and a quarter of food and got sick as a dog. Niiice….<br /><br />We met up with Leni and Sandy who were sitting 2 rows ahead of us. The concert started a bit after 8p and the ladies hit the stage in full force. We danced, we sang to Barracuda, Never, Alone, Minstrel Wind and These Dreams before they took about 15 min break…they came back on and belted out You Wreck Me by Petty, and several songs by The Who and Led Zepplin before calling it a night. The whole show was an hour and twenty minutes which was a bit disappointing considering their catalog is HUGE. I’m also not a huge fan of popular bands singing other people’s stuff especially if they have a lengthy catalog, so to see the girls sing a ton of songs by other artists wasn’t interesting. I figure I can’t complain too much, this may be their last tour and I did get the ticket as a gift! I saw, I danced, I sang, had a great time with great friends and bought the shirt!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-4716362687845215698?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-91252325618499920782009-04-17T02:03:00.004-05:002009-04-17T02:32:47.825-05:00Do Over!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SegwR_bOESI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E06U0kbI-l0/s1600-h/story.woman.shrugging.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 93px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SegwR_bOESI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E06U0kbI-l0/s200/story.woman.shrugging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325559645007122722" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Reconnected at a party </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com/2008/12/throwing-out-line-and-nuthin.html">with this guy again</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"> </span>we seemed to hit it off AGAIN and I mentioned to him that me giving him my number meant that I was indeed interested, to which he admitted he was interested too. After hanging out all night and groping each other, he gave me his number and I drove him home. As I walked him up his drive, he kisses me and tells me to call him..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Of course I was as giddy as the Cheshire cat, but held it all close to the vest...after all this guy blew me off 5 months earlier. I text him the next day to see how he was (hung over of course)..Took his nieces to see Hanna Montana (hott!) and declined my invite to go out again that evening (who wouldn't since he had a hang over all day!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I found that my weekend was pretty screwed up so decide to text him to see if he'd meet me for a bite, he agreed. I waited for what seemed like eternity for him to get there and when he arrived, he was drunk and seemed not to interested in hanging with me. My g-friend left 5 mins into the conversation and he was pretty quick to want to go to..What the hell?! I asked him to sit and chat with me a spell and we talked about jobs, health, our past relationships and why we weren't married... He kept saying that he wasn't into being controlled which I was getting the inclination he was talking about me..to which I'm not, but that's a long road to hoe. I was starting to get the same ol' same ol', 101 reasons "I'm a shit and you shouldn't date me" stuff...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">We decided to leave and on his way to the bathroom gives me the "I don't wanna touch you" hug and I leave thinking "what the fuck just happened?" and the MAJOR inclination that he is/was a afraid of me....but why? I just spent the better part of 4 days picturing the guy without his clothes on, and get this? Really?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">So now I'm sitting here at 2:30a, pissed off, wondering what hell just happened. I could bet you 5 to 1 that if I ask I'll get the "you want a relationship and I don't" assumption, which quite frankly will piss me off. I wanna do over! Why do people have to make things so damn complicated?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-9125232561849992078?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-35032857467917947142009-04-16T12:01:00.003-05:002009-04-16T12:45:30.242-05:00Airport Chronicles Part Tres- Implants!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/32/Silicone_gel-filled_breast_implants.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 104px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/32/Silicone_gel-filled_breast_implants.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I was working my usual weekend night at the airport when this woman comes into my store. It "sounds" as if she's talking on a </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blue tooth</span> because she's having quite the conversation, but as she turns around I notice, no <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blue tooth</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> or phone-she's talking to herself! Odd?! So I say "hello" and tell her if she needs anything to let me know. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Within the time she was in the store I started coughing really hard. She comes up behind me, asking if I'm </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OK</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and pats me on the back, then grabs me by the shoulder to pull me back and starts patting my chest. I'm alarmed that she's doing this, and nicely push her hands away telling her that I'm </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">OK</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, and enough.... She stops then looks at me, starts </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grabbing</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> my arms and hips and makes a comment about "having a sturdy frame", that I have some "big hips" and what am I in hips, a 36"? " Look at her blankly and say "huh?" She then pats my chest and says "but your sorta built like a 12 yr old boy up here, have you ever thought about getting implants?" I look at her more intensely and say "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" "no," she says, " you'd have a really </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">rockin</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">' body if you had more up here to even out your hips. Has anyone ever suggested implants to you before?" Shuttering and chuckling a bit I say "I haven't had any complaints so far.." "Oh, well have a good night now!" she waves as she leaves my store and I'm standing there </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">stunned</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3503285746791794714?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-32184098036266855542009-04-16T08:56:00.008-05:002009-04-16T09:19:32.471-05:00Fitness 102<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://secure.fitnesource.com/store/images/rubberdb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 82px;" src="https://secure.fitnesource.com/store/images/rubberdb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://morethanmary.com/">Mary,</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> turned me on to<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span></span><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.itrain.com/index1.php">iTrain</a><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Seems to be set up for people like me who are always on the go...but I need something a bit more, structured and hard... so I might spend 3 mos doing </span><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/p90x.do?code=GOOGLE_SEMB_P90X&gclid=CLai3tnI9ZkCFRAhDQodGWWHQw&ef_id=1908:3:s_32545c9892e22acb52743badcf473685_3336511693:izqd4Uo-JyoAAC4JFCIAAAAW:20090416140434">P90X</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">....However I'm really against buying stuff and requires </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">buying</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> stuff. This program requires a set of hand weights and a pull up bar..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I have read all of the feedback on it<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.beachbody.com/product/fitness_programs/best_sellers/p90x/ReviewView.do"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">here.</span>.</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and it seems to be a solid program if you can stick to it...I like this review the best...<br />"P90X HAS MADE SURE THAT I CAN GET XXX... THANKS A LOT</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="end_quote">"</span> <p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="review_author" align="right">–JUAN, LOS ANGELES, CA</p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">It can't be any harder than the </span><a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://www.menshealth.com/cda/article.do?site=menshealth&channel=fitness&category=workout.plans&conitem=5e1790ecab7e1110vgnvcm20000012281eac____">300 diet and fitness plan</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> </span>I was on..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-3218409803626685554?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11889009.post-50406989652447811112009-04-13T14:58:00.003-05:002009-04-13T15:10:08.533-05:00Good Morning Monday!!!!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SeOajtLbc1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/riy4OfIGkC0/s1600-h/ba-cell_phones_schools_0498529787.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324269122695689042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GNrbnumjGeQ/SeOajtLbc1I/AAAAAAAAAXk/riy4OfIGkC0/s200/ba-cell_phones_schools_0498529787.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>Matty:</em> Morning!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><em>Me:</em> Whatchu want it's early? </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /><em>Matty:</em> Morning!<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> Would really like to snuggle witchu this morning…<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> Really? The only one who gets to do that is Gabs..<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> Who’s that?<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> My cat you tard!<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> You’re damn lucky you’re one of those women that looks and smells great when she wakes up..<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> Not so much, sorta got the “fish” hair cookin’ and morning breath.<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> BS, betchu u look fab and smell like heaven<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> Heaven has a smell now?<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> Yeah, and 5 to 1 it smells like you..<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> This morning I have the combo of death and vanilla..<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> oh. :/<br /><br /><em>Me:</em> If heaven smells like death and vanilla, let’s hope I die with a cold!<br /><br /><em>Matty:</em> A bit crabby this morning are we Princess?</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11889009-5040698965244781111?l=ideasandtidbits.blogspot.com'/></div>KKbetzina@gmail.com0