Kimberley’s Annual Birthday Super Letter It’s that

time of year again folks where people call and remind me, that I need to celebrate a certain awesomely

spectacular occasion.  I know what you’re thinking,

didn’t Kimberley just get older a few weeks back, and

yes it was….. 52 of em ago… Some of you know as I’m

sending this, that a crazy bunch of us are going to

Vegas, yes I’m going on a plane….to party with Pirates

arrrrrrrrrrrrrr and face my fears walking on the super

high grand canyon, glass walkway.

I’m accepting bets I don’t walk on the actual

glass………and chicken out.  What, you say, Vegas and

you didn’t invite me?? I’m sure I did on Facebook, I will make it up to you if

you come to my after Vegas,

All Vegas Party, March 7^th.

 this is actually the Saturday after I get back. 

Yes, the big 40 party that no one thought even I would make! 

Now I know what you’re thinking, did Kimberley really

turn 39 last year?  And answer would be yes for real. 

While I will actually be turning 40, on top of the world,

 literally, flying over Bellingham approx, as I fly home

from Vegas, I will however accept no excuses for not

making me a HOME MADE HEART FELT Birthday

cards, with or without macaroni, hearts and happy faces 

Of course the usual flowers, Yellow and White mixed,

will be gratefully accepted. 

This years landmark birthday is also in celebration of

my dear friend Helen’s 40^th birthday  ( she’s 5 days

older, I think, she was born in New Zealand and I still

cant figure it out.) whom I am going to Vegas with,

we’ve been friends half our lives!  Which reminds me, I

just moved, so if you didn’t get  this invite, its because I moved to avoid you, all the

rest can come and celebrate my new house, VEGAS

Style, that mean Poker, not me Rhonda, who will be

dressed up like Marilyn Monroe, she doesn’t know yet,

and that’s right I’m going to marry Elvis, just a cut out

pretend Elvis, relax. After the Vegas antics we will

partake in not less than three cakes, which may be filled with Burlesque

dancers, of which I know nothing about.  So bring a

beach chair and gather your Vegas sparkly shit and something to sit on, don’t look surprised if

there’s no couch, I really don’t have any! RSVP and let

me know your coming and if you can  bring party stuff

like little triangle egg salad sandwiches with the crusts

cut off….. 

I sure hope you can make it 

Kimberley!~~~~Please email kimberleybeaudoin@hotmail.com

Posted: March 15th, 2009 under Uncategorized.
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Viva Las Vegas

So lil catching up here, ive been a lil busy.  The Diva Den got too small and had to be moved to larger head quarters…. OK really my basement flooded and my old land lords and hot mess.  Now dusting has to be scheduled in my new 4000 sq foot digs???  The bigger the place the more ya pay someone to clean it….!  

I hired movers, and im not saying ……but im missing some stuff.  I wonder if GPS can locate my GPS, wouldn’t that be nice.  Me and my CSI’ing mind.   Im also missing a very expensive video camera in it ..footage, it someones lucky day…  I was timecoding and truly theres nothing like paying someone to burn ya.  im gonna google file my serial numbers and catch somebody’s ass.  You can find some cheap gems while your hunting for possesions. 

 I bought a new desk for the office, its not big enough but im dealing with it.  Im super set up with more bells and whistles than ever!! AC, got a hot tub for my Birthday and bought a new cabana, thanks to Dom for setting it up and to Charlotte for letting me borrow your boyfriend, tre cool. 

I turned the big 40,  ya whatever…… I get asked for ID buying smokes.    I have a friend who turned 40 as well, a week apart, so off to Vegas we went.  Nothing was stopping me so i opted for no cancelation insurance, then i got pnumonia the day before i left.  Lucky I got antibiotics you could drink on, thanks Doc!

So I brought the party on the plane, Westjet was tre cool about it!  We shopped and gawked and swam and saw and did mega fun stuff.  I was able to spend quality time catching up with a long time friend, which to be true made my trip fabulous the first night and I could have came home happy after one day.  So the rest was gravy, but we still Thelma and Louised it to the Grand Canyon.  Which BTW i wasnt totally into because I was aware they got ripped off,  chased by troopers and died. 

So I rent a PT Cruiser, cause i know where all the buttons are, and the little arm rest slides forward, cause im short and all, and the gay guy at the rent a car gave us clear instructions on a flippy map.  So i had to spend 12 American dollars on a GPS which spent the first 2 hours re calculating and diverting us from LA, good times!  So in his gay southern voice, imagine now, you take 215 to 93 south, he had his highlighter pen for extra help!  93 turns into 95, now you go down 95 for 41 miles, not K, got that, turn left.  Dont pass it, watch your miles, if you miss it it takes 3 miles to do a U turn.  K so turn left down 41 miles and take a right on the dirt road for 49 more miles…. 

We like dirt roads in the cruiser, so im up for it all.  We grab the map drive out, my friends cant believe im driving in Nevada.  We finally go through bomb patrol after an hour crawling through Hoover Dam, long story and get to the west point of the Grand Canyon.  Dirt road, 5 lanes wide, im in my glory. 

We roll up, a lady tells us to park.  It looked like you had to park there if you needed a helicopter ride, which i would never do, so i ask where the walk out is, she says up 2 miles. I said can we go, and what I thought i heard was, not my car, southern drawl of course, so i roll up, 2 miles, get out and im speachless, i know, rare.

I comment on how beautiful it is to a security guy and he says ya it is, how did you get here? I said, we drove a rent a car, he says which one, I said a PT Cruiser, he says, oh the red one, and im like confused….He says ya….. your not allowed to be here.

I’m like your kidding, he’s like nope, its a federal offence, my boss is on his way.

So moments ruined now, I B-line for a trooper who has parked behind my car.  The front of my car is facing, the canyon….. I plead Canadian and he was nice.  He said we could have been arrested and they confiscate cameras…. good God..  So much for my bucket list.

I said we’re leaving and apologized my face off. ………. Then i asked him to take some pics quick before we left, pushing my luck as per usual, and he did. 

Turns out the lady said Not by car, my bad!

We raced back to Vegas, dropped off our friend who had an earlier flight, turned in the car, caught the shuttle from the parkly place, played nickle machines, cause thats how i roll, and waited for our flight.  I turned 40 flying over Seattle, and was so happy to be home and feeling better.  I dont recall ever being so tired, ever… 

Now back to business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted: March 15th, 2009 under Uncategorized.
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