Welcome, new reader!

Well dear friends, it appears as though my readership is growing! Let's see....there's my brother, who as a blood relative is probably legally obligated to read my blog; Kacie, who as one of my oldest and bestest friends is also legally obligated; The Mert (aka David) is something like my surrogate big brother; and now (drumroll please...drumroll...anyone....somebody...? Damnit, why isn't there ever background music when you need it!) we welcome Trisha to the rank(s) of Kim's readers! You are now elite, Trisha. We appreciate your interest in my ramblings. Most importantly, you carry no actual obligation to read, so you're probably the coolest person cause you're reading by choice! Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoy the show.

Now onto other matters of great importance — we have some breaking news. This just in: I am NOT all that young anymore. Apparently, somewhere along the way in the past year, I grew out of my youth and into a comfortable "mid-20s" stage. This was jarringly pointed out to me this weekend when two friends were in town, both of them still in the "21-and-drunk" stage of life. I spent four days feeling about 37 years old. After staying up until 5 am drinking, then getting up at the crack of dawn to eat greasy food, hit the beach, the water park, the pool, etc., then doing it all over again the next day, coming back to work felt like a vacation. 

On the plus side, I look forward to going home, flopping down on the couch and watching a little tv, then peacefully sleeping through a whole night without frat-boy-esque interruptions. Being old isn't really so bad. I certainly don't miss waking up with a hangover.