Bay Area Women's Mixer
Blog Posted by kitt at 20:37 on 12 March 2005Summer of 2004
Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 20:15 on 12 March 2005For years, I had been talking about hiring a recent high school graduate to work for me, doing all the chores around the house I needed done. I'm not talking laundry, dishes and windows, I'm talking painting, digging, building, smashing, carting, gardening and the other project that I've been meaning to do for the longest time. If said person could program, too, well, then, so much the better.
This past summer, I was fortunate to hire Kyle Smith for the whole summer. He was returning from France, where he had spent the previous 6 months teaching English in a French school, maybe high school. Because of the timing, he was unable to find a "real" job in his chosen profession (aerospace engineering), so my summer job offer was sufficient.
I have to say, the summer was quite enjoyable having Kyle around. There were certainly the many jokes about my cabana boy, including some about how I made Kyle prance around in a leather thong, fanning me all day. It wasn't quite like that, though (darn it).
Kyle helped me with the garden. I returned the favor by poisoning his family. He built a walkway for my side garden, and a fence around the main garden. He knocked up concrete, painted the ceiling and living room trim, dug up the front yard fence, planted a few trees, walked the dogs, learned to program, researched open source e-commerce packages, developed a stock market watcher, and listened to me rant about things.
He also made me laugh on quite a few occasions. At one point, Mike, Kyle and I went to some restaurant in Willow Glen in San Jose, where Kyle decided to eat the 2 pound sandwich. Mike was excited to see him try.
Kyle was unsuccessful in his conquest.
Checking my pee
Blog kitt decided around 22:07 on 9 March 2005 to publish this:An email from a high school boyfriend
Blog kitt decided around 23:46 on 8 March 2005 to publish this:I received an email from a high school boyfriend tonight. It was one of those non-committal, probing emails that opens the doors to reunion while still leaving the possibility of non-action, should contact not be desired.
When I saw the email in my inbox, I was quite surprised. Oh, sure, my email address is out there on the 'net. I try to keep my site off most search engines (doesn't always work, judging by the spiders that crawl my site), but the only email addresses that are public are the one on my resume, the one on the about page and the one from the BAYU (Bay Area Youth Ultimate) site, off the SFUL site.
In other words, you can find me if you try, but you have to try a little. The email's subject line was:
Is this the Kitt...
Is this the Kitt ...
- who broke my heart in high school?
- who my mom still hates after all these years?
- who geeked out with me in high school?
- who played baritone in the high school band?
- who was the high school football manager?
- who went off to California for college after high school?
- who dated me?
- who hung out with Brad, Scott, Jen and me?
- who was a complete bee-yotch to me our senior year in high school?