Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Rant O' the day...


I hate college life. That's just the long and the short of it. We aren't adults striving for higher education. We're children to be babysat, sans the snacks and nap time. I skipped my journalism class Monday morning because I wasn't feeling well. I make 100's on every quiz and high B's on every paper. The teacher is old fashioned and prefers to discuss absences and make up work in person. I know this because he's told me this. So I didn't call or email him Monday, got a doctors excuse and brought it to his office before class this morning. He won't accept it. Says with my "track record" (missing the first week of class because of BACK SURGERY) and two additional classes because of a trip to Oregon, that I should have called. He then proceeds to tell me to think of this class as my job and says, "If you were sick, wouldn't you call AT&T to tell them you weren't coming in?" To which my reply was "Yes sir." but what I wanted to add was, "But AT&T also pays me several thousand dollars a year, I pay YOU. Therefore, if I choose not to come to class and have a VALID reason for doing so, I should not be penalized." But, that wasn't going to help my case, so I asked one more time if he wanted the doctors excuse, he said "No." and turned away without even looking at it. How ridiculous is our education system when students who know the material and choose not to go to class make a C instead of the B average of their tests because they don't come to class? I'M PAYING THEM TO TEACH ME. Therefore, I will get out of the class what I put into it. If my studying gets me a B without going to every single class, then I deserve a B, not a C because your class bores me to tears and therefore I choose not to drag myself out of my warm bed at 7:30 a.m. occassionally. I mean come on, you all know I am not a morning person. In fact, if you ask mom that question, she won't even reply, only laugh. I have no problem getting to work on time in the morning because they pay me to work, they pay me to be on time. I am compensated for my efforts. At Auburn however, not only am I not compensated for my efforts, I get C's instead of B's, not because I'm lacking in knowledge, but because they're kindergarten teachers who rather than telling us what to study the first week of class, gives 150 students assigned seating and in a four month semester only allow two unexcused absences. Does it surprise me that they deny me something that I have worked for? Not considering most of them are democrats, no. I also am continually berated for having a job. The academic dean for the College of Liberal Arts once told me that school should be my first priority, not my job. HA HA HA. Seriously lady? Are YOU going to pay my bills? Oh that's right! YOU'RE A DEMOCRAT! Therefore you think that other people SHOULD pay my bills! Why didn't I think of that!? Instead I choose to work hard and study hard but because I don't want to listen to some professor tell stories of no relevance at 8 a.m. then I am to be punished. My, my, aren't we an intelligent learning institution?!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

No news is...

Boring. I have nothing to report. My degree is in PR but it appears I'm better at journalism. Imagine that.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

MY QUIRKS.


Okay, so after a little tift this weekend I felt I needed to put something at the top of my "Quirks" list.

I cannot stand to be ignored.

You can call me every name in the book, curse me out, respond in whatever manner you may see fit. I'm not saying there won't be an reprecussions (Mom used to say I had a tongue like a razor blade when angered, I'd like to think that razor blade has only sharpened in time...)however, if you ignore me prepare for an outburst of epic proportions. I usually try to maintain control but that doesn't typically last for longer than 24 hours. After which if you continue to ignore me I cannot be held responsible for what I say or do. To put it simply, I lose my mind and all censorship of a normal human being. So there you are. Quirk/Pet peeve numero uno.


  1. My closet and shoes must be color coordinated by style of clothing and/or shoe. Shirts in one closet from white to black (and all the colors of the rainbow in between). Dress shoes on the bottom of that closet, also color coordinated. Dress pants, skirts, dresses, and belts in the other closet, boots, tennis shoes and flip flops on the floor of THAT closet.
  2. I can't stand for people to add ingredients to anything I'm cooking. Especially if I don't ask for an opinion. If I thought my food needed improvement, I wouldn't be serving it to you. Don't touch my cooking!!!
  3. When I'm tired, I pull on my eyebrows, LIKE DAD.
  4. When I was younger I used to think making the bed was pointless. Now I can't stand for it to be messy. My sheets must be pulled taut with no wrinkles and my blanket the same before I can sleep. The top sheet cannot be tucked in and I must have a top sheet! I also own roughly ten sets of sheets, six pillows and four comforters.
  5. I have a weakness for stilettos. I am very particular about what constitutes a STILETTO. A high heel, is NOT a stiletto.
  6. I like to wash my hands. A lot. Even after just sitting in class for a few hours, I feel the need to wash my hands. I'm going to wash my hands now. :)
  7. I'm also like Tracy and our Mother when imitating someone, my voice raises several octaves. It does this when not doing imitations also. Basically, I'm loud.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Harry...the one that got away!



This is Harry. I liked him better, but he was a bit too much for me to handle!

This was Friday night out with
Kel & Christena. When I
come home I have to split my time between Kellie,
Michael, and Mom and Dad. If Kellie feels she is shorted on quality time in any way, I will not hear the end of it. Luckily for me Michael got called for a funeral detail Friday afternoon and wouldn't return until Saturday night, so I dodged the Kellie bullet this trip! Michael and I spent Sunday after church shooting my new gun. I feel like I need some extra security since I live alone. So Daddy offered to let me use one of his guns while I live up here. The choice was "Frank" the .357 revolver or "Harry" a .45 ruger. While I liked the look of the Ruger better (hey, I'm a girl!) we both felt (and saw) that I was more accurate with Frank. The best part of our shooting session was me sitting in a fire ant pile. What I thought was just ants on my shoes turned out to be my all of my body covered in fire ants.
Michael attempted to brush them off
but fire ants are aggressive little jerks
and they were actually BITING my
shirt and we couldn't even brush them off!
He still chides me for trying to stomp
them off my feet while sitting down.
I didn't know I was actually sitting on the pile because, well, I was sitting on the pile.


My new toy....



This is my new bodyguard. :) Anyone who comes to my house univited will meet him. His name is Frank.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Let me tell you something...






"Congressmen who willfully take actions during wartime that damage morale and undermine the military are saboteurs and should be arrested, exiled or hanged."

























My name is Kim, and i'm a pretty big deal.

Aside from that, I make a commitment right here and now to post on this blessed blog (created by my WONDERFUL Boggs) at least twice a month so that my family can see pictures of me and know more of what i'm up to.

Check back soon for posts actually posted by Kimmy!

-Boggs

P.S. It's part of my moral code to hate stupid people

This is Kimberly writing. Boggs, thanks for the Auburn football photo, you know me so well! I also happen to loathe Barack Obama. For various reasons. I loathe the sorority girls at Auburn University who think they are being progressive by voting for someone that they know nothing about because it's "trendy". I don't watch the CW, but if I was a moron and did I would boycott it because of their moronic commercials about voting republican. Let me ask you something, why should anyone who makes more than $250k, who most likely worked their ass off for it, have to pay extra taxes for the worthless wastes of space that live on government welfare? Listen Barack, just because your mom was a hood rat and you didn't have a dad doesn't mean that working class people should have to pay for more people like you and she. Period. End of story. As far as the war in Iraq goes, you know nothing about war or patriotism Mr. HUSSEIN.