Just HAD to post this Heart Day Poem

This Valentine's Day poem I purloined from Cheeky, now, I dunno if she is the one that wrote it, but if she did (good going!), then I'm impressed. Too cute not to spread worldwide:


Collards is green
My dog's name is Blue
And I'm so lucky to have
A sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
A-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
And without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
Which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
But I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
Jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
Right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
For which I am proud;
I hold my head high
When we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
When you shave under yore arms,
Well, I'm in hawg heaven,
And awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
They all want to know,
What I did to deserve
Such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
Yo're there fer yore man,
To patch up life's troubles
And fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
A-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
Like a plaid flannel shirt,
You spark up my life
More than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
Like a padded gunrack,
My life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
Like the best vinyl sidin'.
Despite all the years,
Yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
With a RC cold drank,
We go together
Like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
For Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
On that special day
From the cooler at Kroger.
"That's impressive," I say.

Some men buy fine diamonds
From a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
They explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey, these won't do.
Cause yo're too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor,
More useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!

New Blogs To read

Here are a few new Blogs that I've been reading:

1) Genji's Corner - He and his wife LOVE greyhounds, they have a complete menagerie at their house and they do an awesome job in Virginia of rescuing and adopting our retired greyhounds.

2) Mitch McDad - Not sure HOW to describe his blog. it's kind of a daddy/husband/guy thing and he's quite hilarious, just check out his post describing his bout with a kidney stone, or the one about his wife and her gf's going out on th town, and of course the resultant discussion about vibrators!

3) Snow Trapped Southern Girl - she calls herself Cheeky and she is just cute as a button. I can defintely relate to being a southern girl out of place. She also writes a bit of poetry that will make your heart sing with gladness! You go girl!

4) What was I thinking - Her name is Margalit, living in Boston aand self described as a Professional writer, opinionated ultra liberal mother of 14 year old twins, living life in the slow lane.

5) To Do: 1. Get Hobby 2. Floss - Just from that she's my kinda woman ( A FLOSSER!!!), her name is Mist1 and she lives in the Dirty South lol. She's just too funny. Like me she is trying hard to preserve her youth and is even contemplating a marijuana vaporizer. Ohhhhh the lengths we will go to!

6) Outback Dobbs - Another American Living Down Under *grin* yes I'm an unashamed plugger for other American (expat) bloggers. Dobbs is super cool and he has TONS of pics, I'm guessing he's some gorgeous hottie that loves to take pics while he's out & about camping in the Outback. Ok, meybe not, I've never seen his face, but I'll just betcha he's one of those rugged types!

I've just been expanding my reading list this past week and I've been fairly lucky. My blog stats have gone up thanks to italk2much which gave me a so-so review and called me a really bad name, but hey whatever, I've gotten more readers out of it. Hrrrrmmmmmm, guess this means I'll have to spruce things up a bit? Perhaps write about something with meaning? Ut oh, I'm in twubble now. SHIT FIRE I have to write about meaningful stuff, crap, crap crappity crap crap crap.

Ta ta for now, ciao, sayonara, goodbye my lovies. I shall endeavour to come back with something meaningful *sniff*.

I ain't got nothin' on Hormel...

Nossirree bob, I don't have a thang on Hormel. How do I know that? Well, last night I tried to made corned beef hash. I tried to make it like my dad did when I was a kid, I shoulda known better. First of all, Daddy used Hormel Corned Beef Hash in a can. Then he would mix it with a buncha stuff and fry it in a pan til it was all golden brown and crispy. I remember loving those suppers or breakfasts when we got hash. Yummyyy. Anywho, my version was a teensy bit more "gourmet", if you will. Finely chopped onions, small diced potatoes and nice chunky bits of corned beef that C~ cut up for me like a wunnerful hubby. Well, he was making fritters for himself so it wasn't a HUGE stretch to keep on cutting more meat.

So, I poured a bit of oil into a hot skillet, then spread out the onion and potatoes so they would sizzle until nice and brown in all their goldeny goodness. Once that was done, then I tossed in the meat, a liberal dash of worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper. Fry a little more, then voila! All done....I just topped mine off with 2 artery clogging fried eggs for old times sake.

Yes, my corned beef hash was good. Was it as good as my Daddy's? Heck naw. Nothing is EVER as good as I remember it being when I was a kid. I do have to tell you that I finally mastered my Mama's potato salad this past Thanksgiving. I'm nearly 38 and I finally did it! Yay me! LOL.
If you only knew just how long I've been trying to get that right ya might understand the enthusiasm. It's one of those recipes that someone makes from memory and it's never the same twice, but it's ALWAYS excellent. So, yeah I'll probably never get it right again...but at least I can say I did it once. Which reminds me....I need to start planning our 4th of July stuff soon.

I love food holidays and here in Australia not many people get together with family and friends for holidays with tons of food. It seems to be BBQ's and such. I miss cooking for a crowd, even if the main portion of a meal comes off the grill. The coolest thing about being a multi-national couple is the holidays we celebrate. We live here in Oz so of course we celebrate all the Aussie hols, like Anzac Day and so forth, but since I'm American we also celebrate American hols too ~ Sawwweeeeeeetttttt! More food, woooohoooooooo!!! Of course, some DO coincide, like Easter, Christmas, etc, but there is no Aussie Thanksgiving. Now if you're wondering like many, including my Mama, you must ask yourself, "Why wouldn't Aussies celebrate Thanksgiving?" Well...there were NO Pilgrims here, not to mention NO Indians! *giggle* That's correct, no pilgrims or indians, hence no first thanksgiving dinner. Same with no Fourth of July, too...it's a different country that has never declared it's independence from England. The Queen is still their Notion of Head of State. Ohhh I almost forgot, Australia has 10 Gazetted Hols where everything is pretty much closed down. Not closed in the American sense where all the restaurants and stores are open having big sales and stuff, I mean CLOSED completely! Everyone stays at home or goes out to parks for BBQ, or whatever.

10 Holidays where almost everyone is off work. Back home there were only 5 official hols. I think my favorite time here is around Easter, because of Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, and Easter Monday. Lotsa time off to go and play, the weather is generally nice and breezy, even if weird that it's Autumn instead of Spring, but in Queensland the weather is generally beautiful.

Ahhhhhhhhh, things to be thankful for. Life is good.

I hate the C-word

I really hate the C-word. More than any other curse word in the entire English language. Why you ask? I have no idea, really, I just find it extremely offensive. I'm sure there are many other words that can be used instead of that one, don't you think? To use it to describe a person is beyond silly... it's just indecent. 'Nuff said.

I got smacked

Yep, I finally got smacked

Happy Belated Valentine's Day

Ooohhhhh, I guess I'm still the only one that would give her left arm for a bunch of flowers? I love flowers, I don't care when they come, I don't care if they are a waste of money...to me, they are not a waste if I appreciate them in all their glory until the last brown, dried petal falls off the gnarly, mold covered stems.

So, there you have it, a pic of me and my bridesmaids with the three flower bouquets that I made for us. Yep, that's right, I made them, in fact I did all of the flower arrangements for our wedding. Not too bad for a first timer, if I do say so myself.


Yes the above pic is not the greatest quality, but I don't have any really good close ups of them, but you can at least get an idea of what they looked like.


I wonder why so many do not want flowers. I have always wondered this. Perhaps it is because I have gotten so few flowers in my lifetime. I am a flower and garden lover. My favorite flowers to grow are begonias, though, for me they are one of the more difficult ones. As for the kinds of flowers I would love to receive are... hrmmmmm, let me think. I really prefer wildflowers over pretty much anything. I do love native Australian flowers as well, in fact that is what my wedding bouquet was made from. In case you were wondering, the little dangly things hanging down from my bouquet are brass bells that were borrowed from my mother-in-law that she carried in her wedding. They are attached by white satin ribbons. I still have the bouquet, minus the outer green leaves, as they didn't dry well.

New Birth Control Method Available

Yes, the NuvaRing is finally here ladies of Australia! YAY! Finally I can go back to not having a period and losing the weight caused by being on The Pill.


It's fairly simple. Insert the Ring every 28 days, remove, put in a new one. After 2-3 months no period! How awesome is that? Little to no weight gain is caused, and no period means no PMS!!! I cannot say enough good things about this stuff. It is so good that I carried a 6 month supply with me, when I moved to Australia, on ice in a small cooler on the plane. Yes, it must be refrigerated until used. I only brought 6 months with me because I was told that it would be available in Australia by last May, which it wasn't :-( . So, I went on The Pill. I just find condoms messy and unreliable not to mention they hurt and those of us that are allergic to things like spermicides or latex, etc find them impossible to use. Sheesh, which reminds me that spermicides aren't even available here in Oz.


It is a small Ring that looks like a little kids clear jelly bracelet and it releases a low constant dose of hormones. By the way, each hyperlink will take you to a different site that will explain different things about it since I haven't found one site that completely explains things.

Thoughts by T. Wanker...

Yesterday I was introduced to a new blog called Mormon Erotica by T. Wanker. I was laughing myself silly at his latest post. I enjoyed it so much so that I just had to comment and unbelievably, T. not only commented but made a special footnote just for moi! I was astounded!
Here was my reply to his post:

"kitten said...

I somehow got sent here by SML (sort of)...mostly by my hubby walking by my computer and clicking on the link SML had to YOUR blog ROFL. You shoulda heard what he said...never mind that, but my response was, "WTF?", and I promptly came over to the pc, started reading and giggling my ass off. Anywho, read your little blurb about yourself and happened to notice (don't ask how I know this) that the first quite a few books listed as your favs are BDSM related....no, I do NOT want to know, seriously. LOL. My mind screams pervert and I think YAY!!!! What would we do without them?

February 11, 2007 2:44 AM"

And T's reply was this:

Kitten --

Meow!!! Welcome. For new commentors, I've decided to create their own special footnote on my footnote blog. I'm glad you are laughing, because that was my intention. As for my favoirte books, we all have our phases. I'm reading Norman Mailer right now. If you feel inclined to bestow the title of pervert upon me however, I would deem it an honor. I'm dying to know what your husband said . . .

T, my husband said, " Mormon Erotica? WTF???" So I just had to read the blog, or at least as much as I could given what time it was and that I had to get stuff ready for bed, hubby ready for work this morning, etc. I really do appreciate the link back to me and the comments. Which brought about this current post. Also, I love the picture of the greyhounds, thank you very much. It all got me to thinking this morning about a few things many of my blog friends don't know about me. So I'll start off with my name. It is Kimberley and my adult friends call me Kimmie. I grew up hating (for some unknown reason) the name Kimberley until I was in my last year of high school, until then all my friends and family called me Kim, the obvious exception being my dad who always called me Kimberley. So I switched to the longer version of my name and kept with it until a few years ago when friends who'd only known me as an adult started calling me Kimmie, except for my husband at the time who called me Kimberley, too.

When I met my current hubby a few years ago, I introduced myself as Kimmie and he and all the aussie pals call me Kimmie. Hubby's pet name for me is kitten, which is kind of odd because he thinks cats are evil creatures. Perhpas he thinks I'm an evil witch...wench? Who knows? LOL! And I'm an American living with my Aussie hubby in Australia, hence the Kitten Down Under.

I've always loved both dogs and cats and have always had both animals as pets both growing up and as an adult. I grew up with an assortment of mongrels, usually lab or shepherd mixes. I got Baron and Tasha (german shepherds) in '96. I have posted about them previously and why I left them back home with a friend (Baron) and my parents (Tasha).

I started becoming interested in greyhounds as a possible breed for me a long time ago when my ex-MIL looked into retired racers as a pet. Of course the idea sat on the back burner as I already had 2 dogs and 2 cats. Once cat passed away in '99 and the other went with my ex in the divorce.

When I moved here, C~ and I lived with his parents for a year until he finished uni (just a few months ago) and we moved into our own house. After I moved here I knew that I needed a dog to help with the homesickness and at times it became quite an obsession. C~ and I discussed the eventual possibilities of adoption and we decided on greyhounds because it fulfilled the need for a big dog that didn't always act like a big dog. Not to mention the lack of dirtiness and smell. Greyhounds are extremely clean, shed little, and have almost no odour at all. That is great considering that I was used to cleaning up after dogs that required daily vacuuming to rid the house of all the hair. Gladly I waited until we could find the right dog for us. Until then I kept up with the Queensland Greyhound Adoption Program to see who was available and needed homes. I also took C~ to visit them out at various functions they attended with their greyhounds. Luckily, C~ was pretty entranced with them when he first saw them at The EKKA last year. I was really amazed at how readily he seemed to accept my suggestions of a big dog since he's grown up with miniature poodles.

Now, he just loves Tiger and he and I are considering fostering more of them once Tiger (and we) are all settled into a nice routine.

I love the fact that they are so dignified, even though they can be just like any other puppy and bounce around, zoom around the yard, and toss toys until their hearts content. It was pretty cool finding out that we can trace Tiger's lineage back to the late 1700's in England when the breed was first interbred with bulldogs and we have the greyhounds as we now know them as a breed. There is a website devoted to the pedigrees that I'll have to link to later that shows lineages and some pictures. Ok, time to go have breakfast and T. Wanker, thanks for bringing all this up....I think *wink*.

PS Glad you like the moniker "pervert", seems that lots of men, C~ included, that don't mind it a bit. *grin*

End of the weekend

I didn't intend for this to be a photo blog lol, nor did I intend for this to be underlined but blogger is being a bit of a shit right now. There is NO underline button for me to click off. *Sigh* Guess I'll just deal with it. Anywho, here's a few pics of Tiger and looks like he's such a happy boy. We have spent the day trying to kill the new squeaky plushies bought today at Crazy Clark's and he's such a hoot. As you can also see, the boxes behind the sofa are taking up much needed living room space, but we are still waiting on bookshelves to be delivered to house them. Yes, those would be two new bookshelves in addition to the 4 we already have in use at the moment. Yes we read a lot, and C~ has 5 years of Law Books to store in case he needs them in the futire for reference. But, more about Tiger...he's loving the combination of BARF that we have him on (Biologically Appropriate Raw Foods) and Nutro. BARF comes in patties and we are trying the 'Roo combo first, Big StripeyBoy loves it, I think it stinks to high heaven lol. Whatever, I'll do anything for him to be happy and healthy.

These pics show Tiger on the sofa trying to devour his plushie toys that squeak. He seems to love anything that squeaks...at a certain pitch (owwwww, my ears!)

Below he is looking at a spot on the floor. Dunno what it is, but he laid there for a good 20 minutes looking at the same spot.

Here is the first "roach" pic we have. He was so full of himself he was rolling over, pawing at the air and tossing toys around.

Here we are...or as Tiger plainly stated, here SHE is squishing ME....stop it!!!!!!

Here is Tiger attempting to prove he's taller than me.


All the toys are gone and he's smiling up a storm.

Back to killing toys and driving me up the wall with the incessant squeak squeak.


Peace at last!

Tiger sleeping.

Ok, make that grinning and playing possum.