Kathy!Moxie Girl Kathy is a web designer, author, a toxic avenger and mother to a 4 year old and a 9 month old set of boys. She is trying to break an organic lip balm collecting habit and has watched The Wedding Date more times than any person should. More?
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Ingredients

.75 oz. Smirnoff Orange Vodka
.75 oz. white crème de cacao
1.5 oz. milk

Mixing Instructions

Add Smirnoff Orange Vodka
Add white crème de cacao and milk
Shake and strain into martini glass

BackThatThingUp

Kathy said during lunch time on July 10, 2008

I have some major beef with Flickr right now and I need to vent over it before I go insane.  I have used Flickr for years, for personal photos, for work uses, and recommended it to clients.  I have never had an issue with it.  Until this week.  I use it for SafeMama.com.  I figure, as the site grows it might be wise to put in-post imagery in a Flickr account should I choose to move platforms, move hosts or whatever.  Then the articles aren’t littered with broken images in a transfer.

On July 6th I upgraded SafeMama’s Flickr account to pro and shelled out the $25 bucks for the enhanced account.  Less than 2 days later, I logged in to add some images and it was completely gone.  Gone.  As in no more.  It prompted me as if I had never been to that site before in my life.  Anyone who had friended my account no longer had me in their list.  Going to the url directly said “this account is no longer active”.  I received no warning, no explanation.  It doesn’t reflect my payment or account upgrade in any way shape or form despite my cleared payment.

I emailed support and was told my ticket was escalated.  That was 2 days ago.  I"ve emailed them several times and they have not so much as sent me an auto-reply.  SafeMama was riddled with Flickr errors (and many old posts still are) and I had to manually fix the latest ones.  I am so frustrated by their lack of support for paying customers.

Moral of the story, back your shit up in case it mysteriously disappears.  *scream*

mad 

Asifyouwerespendingtimeworrying….

Kathy said during cocktail hour on July 6, 2008

Oh holy crikey.  I’m still alive I swear… I’m clinging to life by a thread. Well no not really.  I’m battling a cold though that I’ve had for going on week 3. This year has been Year Of The Cough for some reason.  I’ve contracted enough colds to kill a polar bear and they like to linger for ages.  Maybe it’s all that crack I smoked in my youth.

I think, unconsciously I took our own book advice and took a small hiatus from writing on this blog.  Not for any particular reason other than I’m busy, I’m blogging elsewhere and I’m just over talking about myself after 5 or 6 years.  I’m not sure how to remedy that just yet.  So in the meantime I’ll sit idle while I figure it out.

While I stew about it, I want to assure anyone reading this that I still do in fact hate Natasha Bedingfield.  And Mariah Carey, for that matter.  And Carrot Top’s eyebrows… and people who over-pluck.

PopsicleStickHumor

Kathy said during lunch time on June 17, 2008

I saw this joke on a popsicle stick this afternoon and I had to post it because I know Mikey would like it:

What did the girl melon say to the boy melon when he proposed marriage?

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TwoHumpCamelMakesaTwoHumpPoop

Kathy said during mid-morning on June 12, 2008

I know… I neglect this poor blog.  I feel bad about it but.. it’ll just have to get over it.  Today is my 32nd birthday… I keep writing to the birthday fairy asking her to please NOT bring me anymore, but the bitch keeps showing up with a bag of crows feet.  I’m taking the day off.  Novel idea!  And taking myself to see Sex and the City before mainstream television completely ruins every surprise for me. 

I also skipped the gym.  The horror!  I decided to stay home and work on potty training Reilly.  Who said motherhood isn’t glamorous.  My gift today?  He went on the potty.  By himself.  We have progress!  Happy Birthday to me… here’s a kid potty full of pee to celebrate with!

By the way, I think boys underwear are so freakin’ cute.  Those little tighty whites are like the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

StuffMyHusbandSays

Kathy said during cocktail hour on June 2, 2008

Another intellectual gem from my husband:

Him: Vitamins are stupid.

MeatloafTool

Kathy said during cocktail hour on May 30, 2008

I was bumming out about Reilly being sick (cold and cough!) so Joelle tried to cheer me up:

Joelle: Here, enjoy this
Joelle: no?
Joelle: meatloaf cupcakes don’t illicit a response?
Joelle: ok, how about a giant chocolate penis pop?

Iloveitwhenyoutalkbacontome

Kathy said during cocktail hour

This is what happens when a married couple IM to each other from different areas of the house:

Me: What are you doing?
Him: Watching tv…
Him: They showed a wild boar that was 1100 lbs
Him: They shot it in Fayetteville, GA
Me: ew
Him: I didn’t know wild hogs were here too
Me: Didn’t you know? They’re indigenous to Peachtree City.
Him: I guess, they’re just giant pigs
Him: Got loose and became wild
Me: mmmm
Me: giant pigs are tasty

We seriously need to get a life.

IndifferenceLikeThis

Kathy said during early afternoon on May 22, 2008

Maybe this is catty of me but… can someone please explain to me, the appeal of Natasha Bedingfield?  What’s with this woman.  I cannot escape her music, her corny videos no matter what I do.  She is everywhere I go.  Ok, so some people like her, I guess.  Fine.  I just don’t get it.  She is so “ho-hum” to me, I just can’t understand why she is so damn popular that I hear her voice every time I turn on the radio, satellite radio, MTV, VH1, etc, etc.

I also don’t understand pistachio ice cream but, what the hell do I know.  Maybe that explains my lack of tolerance for Miss Bedingfield.  Is she pistachio ice cream? 

ohh 

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