Warmest Regards, Kipu

Hi guys!

Hope you are having fun on your cruise! I had a great day at school yesterday and a lady at the Bed-n-Biscuit said I made a friend! Guess who I saw this morning when I got to school?! My same friend! I was so happy!

Guys, school makes me SO tired and I like to sleep in the car on the way home while AK holds my head on her arm. It is SO comfortable that way! I went potty when we got home and then had a little bit of my dinner while AK started some laundry. I helped her air dry one of her expensive black lace bras by grabbing it out of the pile of clothes that needed to be hung up to dry. I had fun running around the entire house with AK in tow. She offered a bone in exchange for the bra-- who could resist that?

Remember how I said I was tired after school? Well AK thought it would be fun to take me on a walk. I did not have much energy, but my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and who can say no to a few cat calls here and there? After we walked down past Kenwood on Juniper and turned to our right, I was ready to go home, but AK made me keep going. I was so mad. So, I did what all prissy/high-maintenance princesses would do: I stopped in the middle of the road and did poops. Big poops. Like give me some immodium poops. AK only had one poop bag and it was not enough for my present :) Thats what she gets for making me work hard after school. I sure hope no one saw that I, the cutest dog in the neighborhood, left my mark on the street just because AK didn't think to bring two poop bags. That will teach her!

When we got back home I was really tired, so I ate my dinner and slept. I slept on the couch, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, and finally in your big ole bed. I like it so much better without you guys here so I can mosey around under the covers without having to worry about two people to bump into.

This morning I smelled worse than Daddy does after he plays hockey. I think I will have a bath tonight and maybe have my teeth brushed. Woof. Well, I am going to go listen to classical music in the classical music room at school with my new friend at school.

Love yas.

Warmest Regards,
Kipu

Love, Kipu

Hi Mom and Dad!
I hope you are having a swell time on your vacation. I am having a BLAST with Auntie Kacey. I went to school on Friday and I spent the whole day running around inside and outside, even though it was raining. Auntie Kacey embarrassed me by bringing a towel inside of school to wipe me down. (I don't think she wanted my muddy footprints in her car) I was SO tired after school and all I wanted to do was sleep. Auntie Kacey made me a feast and I slept while she made herself some mac-n-cheese. She wouldn't let me jump up on the stove to see what she was cooking, so she was nice enough to put the oven light on while it was baking so I could watch. After dinner, guess where we went?! TO GRAMMY AND GRAMPYS! It was great! I got to run around and torment my bffl Bayleigh. Auntie Kacey and I slept in her bed, and boy was it comfortable. We slept all night until 7:30 in the morning!

On Saturday AK needed to go to the doctor, and I think that is like the vet, because she came home with medicine, like I do when I go to the vet. Luckily I get to eat my medicine and AK has to have her supposited in her rear end by Grammy. I was very mad at Grampy for putting me in my crate while AK was at the doctors and he was at work, so I let Great-Gramda Foxy know by barking for a long time very loud. Once I realized that barking would not help the situation, I decided to just take a nap. AK woke me up when she got home! We took a 3 hour nap and watched some movies with Bayleigh-- It was the perfect way to spend a rainy day. When bedtime came around on Saturday night, I was not happy. AK was very tired and her tummy hurt, but why should I have to go to bed too? She held me hostage in her room and I whined and cried and bit everything I could until I was ready to go to bed. To show AK how mad I was, I made sure to sleep on top of her head and walk on top of her ENTIRE body to switch positions and my personal favorite: sit my bum right on her face. (AK likes having something covering her eyes when she sleeps, but I guess she doesn't like my bum.)

On Sunday I woke up bright and early around 6:07. I heard Grammy getting ready to go to work, "Shit, I forgot to set my coffee, oh fuckadoodle" and I couldn't bear to let her be alone that early in the morning. So, I let AK know I needed to greet the world as I howled at the door to be released into the wild. We watched the morning news and after Grammy went to work, AK and I watched "Fever Pitch" and "You've Got Mail." I just love Brinkley in YGM. And how about them Sox. AK and Grampy were swearing watching the game, but don't worry Mom and Dad, I know better than to swear Guess what else happened on Sunday?! I tried my first sip of iced coffee. I liked it SO much and got so excited trying it, that I knocked it over onto Grammy and Grampy's couch and all over Grampy's new laptop. AK blow dried it while I was in time out. It worked fine yesterday, but when AK turned it on this morning to check the weather, it made a buzzing sound. She was not very happy and I don't think Grampy will be happy either. No worries guys, I think they still love me and will have me back to play. AK knows she cannot have any more drinks on the end table anymore. We all learned great lessons!

Sunday afternoon when the sun came out AK played in the backyard for over an hour. It was so fun! Bayleigh and I ran and chased each other and ate grass together and explored the enchanted forest. AK painted her nails on the deck. I will not have my nails painted this week because I will be very tempted to eat it and get poisoned. After we played outside, we watched "The Hurt Locker." It was scary and about the war in Iraq. I jumped at the sounds of bombs and gun shots, but no worries guys, I fell asleep. AK and G&G tried to keep me awake and kept telling me to play and woke me up when I was sleeping. I was SO mad. In fact, I was so mad then when AK brought me to bed, I pooped and peed in her room on her carpet even though I went outside TWICE just ten minutes before (and poops and pottied). AK was not happy about that, but thats what she gets. I can poops and potty where ever and whenever I want, so there. I got tired of jumping on and off AK's bed for a half hour, so I just decided to go to sleep. The poops/potty on the carpet was enough damage for one night, so I didn't feel the need to climb on AK while she slept or put my bum in her face, so I just stayed at her feet.

This morning, I woke up and had breakfast. AK brought a lot of stuff to her car, so I think I am going to stay at home the next few nights. WOOHOO! AK wouldn't let me sit on her lap and block her vision while she drives like you guys do, so I had to sit on on the seat next to her. How rude! We got to school and I was greeted by a nice lady who remembered me! She said, "Ohhhh Kipu, how about we work on "sit and stay" today?!" I was too excited to say goodbye to AK, but I did see her skipping as she left the building singing, "Hi ho, Hi ho, its off to work I go." And off to work she went.

Poops and Potties,
Kipu

Pic of the Day

MY BOSS BROUGHT BACK EXTRA LONG TWIZZLERS FROM HERSHEY PARK WHAT WHAT?!

Just one of those days, that a girl goes through

At the tender age of 23, there comes a time in a gal's life where she must learn to be a big girl. There are many life lessons that can help bring someone to that next plateau. For some its getting job or going through a family crisis. Me on the other hand? I owe this week's lesson to my Barely B's.

I borrowed a dress from my older sister a few months ago and neglected to return in hopes that the weather would turn nice again someday. It did! I wore it this week to work. When I got to work I looked in the mirror and noticed my tatas were all up in my business, and at a business, this is not appropriate. What is a girl to do? Buy a new outfit? Come down with a cold? None of the aforementioned tasks. Binder clips work like a charm. I confidently walked through the halls of 101 Huntington Ave and the Prudential Center knowing my Barely B's would not have an impromptu party outside my dress.

Had I not got dressed in the dark or looked in the mirror before leaving the house the cleavage issue would not have been an issue. Nor would the flip flop issue. Two different size black/navy flip flops were present on my feet as I trekked from Wellington Station, through Downtown Crossing, to Back Bay via the Forest Hills-bound Orange Line T and then walked past Gucci and Louis Vuitton and all the other designer stores, as Gucci and Louis probably laughed hysterically. The undies are a different story. But, they were comfortable, airy, and had I worn my usual thong, the lovely dress would be wedged up in there, making for an uncomfortable day for me and anyone walking behind me.

Streaks

This week the UConn Women's Basketball team won the National Championship and are currently on a 78-game win streak. That is incredible. So, while thinking about their ridiculous streak, I have come up with a list of some incredible/unbelievable/silly streaks of my own.

• Longest time w/o a shower: 4 days
  
• Longest time w/o shaving: 2 weeks
• Longest time w/o eating: 10 hours (I could never be anorexic, I can barely last 3 hrs)
• Longest time w/o Facebook: 40 days and 40 nights
• Longest time w/o swearing: 1 flippin day
• Longest actual streak: 10 minutes at the beach at night after some brews
• Longest time w/o a boyfriend: 6 years, 7 months
• Longest fight: 1.5 years
• Longest hitting streak in high school: 3 games
• Longest hitting streak in summer slow pitch: 11 games
• Longest time as National Field Hockey League Champions: Forever- I won my senior year, so I suppose I went out a champion and will always be one :)
• Record setting 4-time pie eating contest champion at the church Halloween party
• Number of summers w/o a sunburn: 0
• Longest time watching TV in one sitting: 8 hours (tonsils and pilonidal)
• Longest time w/o urinating: 10 hours (need to work on this)
• Longest time w/o doing laundry: 2 weeks

UConn- where men are men, and women are champions.

Who has any good streaks?!

When am I gonna learn?

I have been living, breathing, walking, stumbling, and trying to run, on this planet for 23 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 6 days and about 12 hours. I would say that is long enough to know better than to get a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad sunburn.


This picture does not do my first of many sunburn of the season justice. While doing what I thought was a respectable task -raking the whole yard to surprise my parents - I exposed my pale white, barely freckled back to Mother Nature's most powerful rays of the season for over 5 hours.

I have a large collection of sunscreen. In fact, I have three bottles of the best sunscreen I have ever owned: Neutrogena Ultra Sheer Dry Touch 85. Yes, 85. I went away to the lovely, classy Panama City Beach for 7 days with this stuff and did not burn once. I protected my delicate, sensitive, unpredictable skin from UVA/UVB/days of misery and burn with this stuff.

Did I use it this weekend?

No.

Why?

I don't know. But, what I do know: I need to learn the hard way. And trust me, not being able to roll over in bed = learning the hard way. I sit at work with a ziplock container between my shirt and back. I am THAT sunburned girl that EVERYONE stares at and talks about behind her back. Hell, I do it behind other people's backs. Karma.

Moral of the story? Wear sunblock. Apparently your genes can't change over the winter to allow you to tan for the first time in your life.

Going to aloe, peace.

UCann't

I have been reading a lot of articles about Colin Carlson - a 13 year old UConn student - and his fight against the university to let him study in South Africa this summer with other students. UC said no. Carlson's mother hired a lawyer to sue for age discrimination. Blah blah.

The kid is a genius, no doubt about that. I had a class with him where he questioned the professor teaching it several times. You don't do that. He claims that he is on the same emotional maturity level as other college students.

AW HELL NO.







does NOT =






Not only is he not on the same maturity level, he is also MUCH smarter than most of the kids he takes classes with. He has no friends his age and no friends at school (unless you count his older teacher/mentor). I feel bad for the kid. Who can he relate to? I rely on my friends for everything! College is a place to learn how to be independent and come into your own. This kid talks to his mom via walkie talkie in between classes...

Kid: Hi mom, just got out of class.
Mom: Okay, did you get your test back?
Kid: Yeah, got 100%! Class average was 58%.
Mom: Ruined the curve, yet again.

Not that I studied abroad, but I think half the fun of studying abroad is learning about the local culture and immersing yourself in it. If I was studying abroad, I would not want a 13 year old kid tagging along just because he is smart enough to. After reading the articles, it seems like he is quite arrogant. He said (when talking about going on the trip): "I'm actually like any other student, he said. "The faculty and students have better things to do than worry about a 13-year-old holding his own." Umm you are NOT like other students. I did not challenge you to a keg stand or steal your pitcher before last call for 50-cent pitchers or handcuff myself to you during spring weekend.

Have a childhood. How can he become independent when he can't even drive or vote and talks to his mom via walkie talkie after class? UConn is right-- way too young for this. And hey, in life, you can't always do what you want. Life is not fair! Just because you are a super genius does not mean you can do as you please. I bet in 5 years he will be graduated, working in a lab, and his only friends will be his colleagues who are thirty years older.

Of course I do not wish that upon him, but kids like him don't have normal social skills!

Maybe I'm a little jealous of how smart he is... But then I realize I have friends, I have a job, I have semi-normal people skills and can talk to a wall if needed, I can drive, I am independent, and I use a Blackberry, not walkie talkies.

GO UCONN WOMEN IN THE TOURNEY!!!!!

I'm back.

It's been a while. And I've heard enough from my sister about not blogging. So, here I go again on my ownnnn.

Clowning is my favorite. I love meeting people and talking about anything that comes to mind. I have met some very interesting people at Dana-Farber. Yesterday, I conversed with three older men, all brothers, about the weather and they told me some jokes. It was all fun and games until one asked me if I would give him a massage if he fell and had a heart attack right then and there. I politely said "Oh hell no" and offered some :) stickers and was on my way. I usually make small talk about the weather and where they came in from. Some people are more talkative than others, but most people do laugh when they look at what I am wearing. (Some people do that when I am not in clown costume too. BLAH)


Yesterday I met a family from CT and we talked in great length about the 13 year old boy who takes classes at UConn and is not allowed to go on a trip to South Africa this summer with the school (more on that later). One of the women from CT was a clown at a summer camp for kid with cancer. She told me how important it is to be a clown from within. While it is important to act appropriately, humor is one of the best forms of healing and communication. I like to think that I have a have a good sense of humor, although I do need to work on my filters. But hey, if I pee my pants on the train one day, you can bet I need to tell people about it. While our main goal is to offer humor and an escape from cancer treatment, listening to what patients have to say is muy importante. (side note: DFCI does an AMAZING job at creating a postitive and upbeat atmosphere offering many clowns services to their patients).

Yesterday, I also met a woman, and it kills me that I did not find out her name, who really helped me put things into perspective. She was 82 years old. 2x breast cancer survivor and Holocaust survivor (at Auschwitz, one of the largest and most disturbing concentration camps during the war). I cannot stop thinking about her. She brought tears to my eyes telling me how sad her childhood was. Then, she brought tears to my eyes from laughter.

Me: You have an accent, where do you come from originally?
Lady: I come from Poland. Very nice dere.
Me: Oh that’s great. My brother-in-law is Polish.
Lady: What his last name is?
Me: Kobrenski.
Lady: Yes dat is Polish! What are you?
Me: Irish and English.
Lady: Oh I swear you are Russian. So what about you? You have a boyfriend (and winks)?
Me: No.
Lady: How old you are?
Me: 23
Lady: That make-a you too young for a serious boyfriend. You only look-a 20.
Me: Yes. Thank you. (I want to look older nowadays)
Lady: You need-a an educated man. A professional. Older. But not right now, you are too young.
Me: I agree!
Lady: Don't date no trash, ya?
Me (laughing hysterically): I promise.
Lady: Dere is too much trash for men in this country. I wish a garbage truck would take them away.

She told me if she can survive the Holocaust AND breast cancer 2x, that she can do anything. Hell yeah she can. As much as I don't like to see people over and over again at Dana-Farber (who wants to see anyone needing to go through cancer treatments) I would like to see her again. IDK, thank her, talk to her, find out when the garbage truck came to take all the trashy men away...

Also, if anyone is interested in doing the Jimmy Fund Walk on September 12, please let me know! 26.2 miles, what WHAT?!