live blogging: the Oscars

It's Oscar night!  Can you feel the excitement?  No, I can't either.  I'm Kerry and I'll be your guide while watching the awards for the next how many hours?  Until 10?  Why did I say I would do this?  The things I do for my readers. 

I'm watching E's red carpet coverage, the awards start at 7:30

6:27 — Mickey Rourke is talking to Ryan Seacrest.  He called his dog the love of his life.  Why does he always have his hand in his pants.  Ew.  He said if Sean Penn wins he's going to clap his ass off.  He's wearing all white.

6:30 — James Brolin is with Seacrest now.  People are wearing white knots on their lapels to show support for gay marriage 

6:32 — Speaking of, it's Queen Latifah. 

6:33 — Oh, look, E has he "Glamatrator" — kind of like the telestrator for sports to explain the red carpet gowns.  Good grief.

6:34 — Ron Howard says they are close to making the Arrested Development movie.  Yea!

6:34 — Peter Gabriel would look like Colonel Sanders if he had a hat.

6:36 — I can't believe Evan Rachel Wood was Marilyn Manson's girlfriend.  She's too pretty for him.

6:38 — BRANGELINA have arrived! Who the hell cares?

6:40 — commercials are a good time to make sure the kids are tearing up anything.  They're fine, 'cause they know what's up.

6:42 — Penelope Cruz looks great.  STOP SHOWING BRANGELINA IN THE CROWD.  Lots of people are wearing white tonight.  I hope Salma Hayek isn't there because I'll get these two confused the rest of the night.

6:44 — it's a French girl, Marion C-something.  She loves Penelope Cruz.  She's inspiring.  It's damn Brangelina again.  They're both in black.  Obvious, isn't it.

6:45 — Jessica Biel looks weird.  What's with the big fabric?

6:46 — Beyonce, you are not an actual Oscar statue. 

6:48 — Kate Winslet is gorgeous.  I love her down-to-earth self. 

6:53 — I would not have recognized Alicia Keys if her name didn't pop up.  How pretty is she in magenta?  Like the hair.  Really like it down and wavy, very 40's retro glam. 

side note: my allergies are killing me and I've taken Benadryl, so there you go.  I'm on my second giant cup of coffee.

6:58 — I love Robert Downey JR.  Seriously, how cute is he?  He looks great in a tux. 

7:01 — Now for ABC's coverage and my man Tim Gunn.  I want to be his friend, have him go shopping with me.  He's talking to Kate Winslet, love her.

7:03 — Amy Adams is so freakin cute.  The necklace is awesome.  I want it.  I love it when a redhead wears red, that's the perfect shade of red for us redheads, just a tip.

7:05 — SJP and Matthew Broderick.  She looks like she should be on the top of a wedding cake and he has gone with the salt and pepper hair, but it kinda looks highlighted.  Weird.

7:06 — Tim, don't pander to Brangenlina!  You don't have to do that, you are Sir Tim of Project Runway!

7:09 — Valentino is orange.  Too many carrots?  Too much self-tanner?  Dear Lord.

7:11 — it's the entire population of Mumbai with the guy who looks like Morrissey's creepy uncle!

7:12 — OMG.  Mickey Rourke had a tux made for Loki the dog, but Loki died.  A little part of me just died, too.

7:13 — If Robert DOwney Jr wasn't married and I weren't married.  That's all I'm going to say.

7:14 — Sweet baby Jesus, what is Miley Cyrus wearing?  Miley, you are not Glinda from the Wizard of Oz.  Why are you at the Oscars?  Seriously.  Where's your daddy? 

7:16 — Anne Hathaway is just adorable.  Totally glam and poised.  Love the dress, the whole look.

now here's a damn bee reminding me that I need to call my doctor and get my Nasonex refilled.  Have I told y'all how much I had the allergy nose sprays?  I hate them, but they work and I should take just take it.  Okay, I'm calling my doctor tomorrow and getting the Nasonex.  Fine. 

7:20 — look, it's the accountants.  Fascinating.  Stop it.  They are dressed by The Men's Warehouse.  J/K.

7:21 — Meryl Streep and her daughter.  They both look great.  Meryl is in battleship gray, whatev.

7:22 — Penny Cruz again.  Love the dress now that I'm seeing it again. 

7:23 — Richard Jenkins from The Visitor.  I saw him on Letterman and he said no one knows who he is.  I didn't.

7:24 — Marissa Tomei has weird hair.  What is up with the one shoulder dresses?  Ugh. 

7:31 — and it's SHOWTIME!

7:32 — Hugh Jackman speaking in his Australian accent is weird.  I'm so used to him as an American in movies, or as Wolverine as a mutant.

7:33 — he's doing a recession era opening with homemade looking sets.  Stop.  Oh he just kidnapped Anne Hathaway.  Awesome.  She's so cute.  Love her.

7:37 — Thank goodness the opening is over.

7:39 — It's a past-winner convention!  Who drewsses Tilda Swinton.  My sheets are prettier than what she's wearing.  Tilda, at least get some Ralph Lauren sheets, that beige isn't working for you.   What the hell?  Angellica Houston, you can dress better than that?  I love Whoopi.  She got out her cheetah print sheets and put them on.  Tilda, take a note from Whoopi and y'all go shop for sheets together. 

7:47 — and Penelope Cruz wins Best Actress in a Supporting Role.  I love the understated jewelry.  Nice speech.  No, don't speak Spanish  — I can't understand you!

7:53 — Tina Fey and Steve Martin, now this is how you present an award.  Tina looks good.  Making fun of the Scientologists, priceless.  I really need a narrator.  Dustin Black wins for Milk –Best Original Screenplay.  He's giving his speech for the GL community.  Tina is giving props to my girl Charlotte Bronte.  This is funny stuff, people.  Now, Best Adapted Screenplay.  I want to win this, but I didn't write a screenplay, so I'm not elligible.  I want The Curious Case of Benjamin Button to win, just so I can quote Kanye West and says "this is some Benjamin Buttons shit!"  And Slumdog Millionaire wins.  Is it just me or does the title remind you of the Dollar Menuaire thing from McDonalds?  The writer is wearing a necklace-thing across his chest over his tie — wassup with that? 

8:03 — Jenn Aniston and Jack Black are presenting an animation yearbook — their words, not mine.  I like her hair, but the dress is nothing special.  Wall-E is picking up an Oscar, tossing it and putting in a tape of other animated movies.  Y'all Wall-E is going to win, hate spoil it for you.  Seriously, Kung Fu Panda?  Space Chimps?  Madagascar 2?  Bolt? I don't think so.  Wall-E wins.  Can I predict this stuff or what?  My man Andrew Stanton is accepting.  Velvet tux.  Nice.  He said "creative seeds are sewn in the oddest of places."  That is a great quote.  Animated Short Film is up, a lot of stuff we've never seen.  Nope, not seen a one.  La Maison Petit Cubes something wins.  Seriously, no idea what the winner said.

8:16 — it was nice of SJP to get her wedding dress out for tonight.  It's Best Art Direction.  I'm going with Benjamin Button on this o
ne again.  YEA!  'Cause this was gonna be some Benjamin Buttons shit if it didn't win.  It was partly filmed in NOLA, so I gotta love that.  And they filmed in Mandeville.  And the music cut the 2nd guy off.  Really, when you accept an award, make sure you speak first because the 2nd person always gets the music.  I'm giving tips aways for free.  Best Costume Design.  Why is Milk nominated?  The Duchess wins.  So far no one is giving superfantastic speeches.  Get Mickey Rourke up there.  STAT.  No one's thanking their pets!  No one is forgetting names. 

8:23 — Best Makeup.  This is a hard one.  It's Benjamin Button again.  The winner is reading really fast.  Boring.  Drop the F bomb!  Come on, give me something!  I give up.

8:24 — It's Twilight boy and Mama Mia girl.  She looks cute, doing the 40's glam hair.  They're showing romance in 2008.  Gotta love romance.  Romance and slapping people.  The two go together in some cases apparently. 

8:32 — Ben Stiller is rocking the Joaquin Phoenix beard and glasses with Natalie Portman presenting Best Cinematography.  I vote for Joaquin Phoenix.  Oh he's not nominated.  Some dude for Slumdog Millionaire wins.  His hair looks like mine the day after I straighten it.  That's not a good look.  His wife has an Ivana Trump hairdo.  What is wrong with these people?  Really.

8:38 — What the hell, Jessica Biel?  Did your boy Justin Timberlake tell you to wear that?  Did you forget to leave your napkin at the restaurant? 

8:42 — James Franco plays the best stoner.  Love him.  I think the Oscars would be much better if I was high.  If I only did drugs.  I am on allergy meds, I don't think that counts.

8:46 — look, a bunch of short films I've never seen!  Shelegnaflangerflamenschlitz won!  Oh, now they say it's Toyland in English.  This is some Benjamin Buttons shit!  Speak English damn you!  It's the allergy meds talking.

8:53 — Hugh Jackman in tails, ladies and gentlemen.  Oh, the top hat and cane!  I love some musicals.  OH HELL NO.  NOT BEYONCE.  She is ruining this for me.  Stop.  Stop it now.  I hope Etta James makes another announcement that she's going to kick Beyonce's ass again.  That was the best part about the inaguration.  No, not Lady Marmalade.  Maybe Patti LaBelle will kick her ass.  Oh no, someone call the po-lice!  It's them damn High School Musical kids.  What the hell?  No, not a damn marching band doing ABBA.  I'm going to shoot myself in the face.  Y'all I love musicals, but I hate a musical medley.  Sweet mother of sequins, it's over! 

9:01 — now it's the boys' turn.  The Best Supporting Actor reunion tour!  I'm always forget Joel Grey's still alive.  He is.  It's John Mayer in the audience!  Let's hear from him.  No, it's Cuba Gooding, Jr. talking about my friend Molly's boy Robert Downey, Jr.  He told RD a brotha needs to work!  Love it.  Creepy Christopher Walken is talking about some dude I don't know.  Kevin Klein is talking about Heath Ledger.  And now the Oscar goes to Heath Ledger posthumously.  His dad is accepting with him mom and sister.  Nice speech, well done. 

9:11 — here's my geek category — Best Documentary!  Y'all know I love a documentary.  Bill Maher presents.  Nice tux, kinda shiny, hmmm.  I don't know about that.  Man On Wire wins.  It's going to take some time for them to get to the stage because the Doc filmmakers have to sit in the parkinglot.  Dude, what is with the white scarf, red shirt and reddish hair.  People, this is the opposite of good.  He did a magic trick.  Are you effing kidding me?  This is the freaking Oscars not a children's birthday party.  And he's balancing the Oscar on his chin.  Damn showoff.  Who let this fool in?  Where is the real filmmaker?   Okay, the chick that won for Doc Short Subject needs a stylist.  Are you listening Rachel Zoe?!  Help these people!  I can't do it all.  I'm only one woman.

9:23 — y'all — how long is this on?  Damn.  I thought it ended at 10, it ends at 10:30. 

9:25 — a montage of crap blowing up. 

9:26 — Will Smith and his diamond earrings are presenting for Visual Effects.  He's also wearing a brooch my Mammaw Patsy  used to have.  Benjamin Button won.  I hope you're happy, Kanye.  Look how excited these geeks are — it's like geek prom night!  Sound Editing!  Woo-hoo!  Man, the Benadryl is working!  The Dark Knight wins.  Tonight the geeks left their cargo shorts and funny t-shirts at home and put on tuxes.  Sound Mixing.  Good grief.  I really deserve an award for watching this.  Slumdog Menuaire wins!  Here come the geeks.  You know the guy with the glasses lives in his mom's basement.  She's probably his date.  He sleeps in a racecar bed with Speed Racer sheets.  Will Smith is even sick of this.  He's explaining stuff and all I hear is blah blabbedy blah blaggedy dag dag.  Film Editing.  Who cares?  Sumdamndog Millionaire wins again.  Some bald dude accepts.  He kinda looks like Moby, but taller.  For the rest of the evening I'm calling the movie Slumdamndog.    Morrissey's creepy uncle waved.  Don't show him, he's creepcity.

9:44 — Eddie Murphy presens the Somebody Something Humanitarian Award to Jerry Lewis.  Jerry gave a short speech.  No standing O?  Not everyone stood.  Weird.  I don't care for Jerry Lewis, but you gotta stand for that.  Rude Hollywood people.

9:48 — snacks!

9:50 — Music time!  Damn.  Wake me up in a minute when this part is over.  Seriously, I played violin, I can't take it.

9:53 — Original Score goes to Slumdamndog!  On another note, Zac from High School Musical wins best Slicked Down Hair!

9:56 — I simply can't take it.

9:58 — WTF.  I know I didn't see a ton of movies last year, but I'm sure there were more songs that could have been nominated.  Tell me who won, Zac.  Props to Zac for wearing the skinny bow-tie, btw.  Oh hell, Slumdamndog won, "Jai Ho."  I've known a couple of hos and not one name Jai, so I don't know what this guy's talking about. 

10:06 — it's the award you've all been waiting for, Best Foreign Language Film.  For real, y'all, this is some boring stuff.  The clothes are even boring this year.  I know we're in a damn recession, but come the freak on!  Would it kill you to put some excitement in this show?

10:10 — Queen Latifah's going to tell us who died last year. Not actually tell us, she's singing and they're showing us who's passed away. Oh goody.  This will liven the show up.  This is usually when I realize someone died that I didn't know has died and I get mad that no one told me they died, as if it's someone's job to tell me about deaths in Hollywood.  I do this every year.  Did I know Roy Schieder died?  You know from Jaws?  I don't know if I knew that.  Damn.  See?  Happens every year.  Sydney Pollack died?  Where the hell have I been? 
Great.  Now I'm all depressed.

10:18 — I'm yawning.  I bet I'm the only one who is still watching this.  It's Reese Witherspoon in a really seriously ugly dress.  Ugly doesn't begin to cover it.  It's black and blue and sparkly and looks like something I would have made in 8th grade home ec.  I got a D in home ec.  Best Director goes to — wait for it — Slumdamndog's Danny Boyle.  And he said was receiving the award in the spirit of Tigger and jumped up and down.  Sit the hell down, Morrissey's creepy uncle.   It's sad that he gave the most memorable acceptance yet.  And ode to Tigger.  You must be kidding me.

10:27 — and it's the Best Actress Reunion.  All y'all can go the eff home, 'cause Sophia Lauren killed it.  Girl knows how to wear a gown, y'all.  Shirley Maclaine is talking to Anne Hathway like they're at lunch of something.  I think she made Anne's whole life.  Melissa Leo from Frozen River totally has my Mammaw Branton's hairdo from the 80's.  It's like Sophia Lauren said "screw this recession crap, I'm bringing it! Diamonds, pears, and all, biatches!"  Nicole Kidman is back on the sauce.  By the sauce I mean Botox.  Kate Winslet won!  I'm so happy for her.  She's saying she used to deliver her acceptance speech in front of the bathroom mirror when she was 8 with a shampoo bottle.  Her dad whistled so she would know where he was and he's wearing a black hat, so he gets props for livening this dog and pony show up.

10:38 — yippee tie yo!  it's the Best Actor Reunion.  What the hell is on Adrien Brody's head?  I don't care if it's for a role, it looks terrible.  And the goatee/scruffy beard is awful.  Ew.  Yes, we know Sean Penn played a gay dude in Milk, thanks for reminding us Bobby.   Mickey better win so we can have some good times up on the stage.  The Oscar goes to Sean Penn.  Damn.  He's wearing all black.  I am not a fan of the all black tux.  He just said "you commie homo-loving suns-a-guns."  Oh boy.  He called Mickey his brother.  Y'all, Mickey is sad.  He wanted to win for his dog. 

10:53 — big freakin surprise, Slumdamndog wins Best Picture.

10:55 — Hugh said goodnight, it's over, people.  That has to have been the most boring Oscars of the past few years.  I'll catch y'all tomorrow.  Be good and thanks for watching the awards with me.  Y'all rock.

oh, I forgot to tell y’all, I’ll be here on Oscar Sunday

Oscars

Since my lovely readers enjoyed my live blogging the Golden Globes, I'm going to live blog the Oscars on Sunday.  As usual, I don't know when it starts (wait, the time is on the poster — ok, I'm set), I haven't seen all the films nominated (what do you want from me?  I'm busy — I have 3 munchkins to take care of and I have to check Facebook at least 400 times a day), I'm not having an Oscar party (but I will have appetizers and a beverage), but I'll be here on my sofa, blogging it all for you.  I'm all about the people.  See you Sunday! 

it’s not about you, it’s me. but not really

Dear Readers,

It's not that I don't love you, I do — really — I've written Mrs. Dear Reader in Sharpie on my Trapper Keeper a dozen times, it's Typepad's comment thingie that's preventing you from leaving comments.  The truth is Readers, I've always loved you and I always will.  You're like a cat, Readers. 

Why a cat?  Well, you see, I'm allergic to cats, but I love them.  I am allergic to most everything, if you want to know the truth. When I was a little girl, I had just been given a tiny white kitten and on Easter Sunday my mom, sister, and I were waiting in the blue station wagon with wood paneling on the sides for my dad so we could leave for church.  From the car I saw my dad open the front door, my kitten come out onto the porch and then — the worst moment of my childhood.  My dad stepped on my kitten.  I remember this all in slow motion. I was devestated and cried all the way to church.  

We had dogs all through my childhood, but I wanted a cat.  I didn't care that I was allergic to them, I wanted one.  So, when I was almost 18 and my bff asked what I wanted for my birthday I asked for a cat.  And my cat was the best cat ever.  Sure, I was allergic to him, but we co-existed happily, I loved him, he loved me — great relationship — even with the issues, not unlike our relationship, Readers. 

I've always wanted to write.  I write for you.  You come to the blog and attempt to leave a comment, but the comment thingie is not behaving and you can't leave a comment and that makes you mad.  I understand.  It would make me mad, too.  It's a crazy Typepad thing and I can't do anything about it, much like my cat couldn't control being a walking, meowing allergen.  And so Readers, we will have to live with Typepad being crazy and y'all emailing to tell me it won't let you leave a comment to say whatever it is you want to say.   It's a love/hate relationship, we love each other and hate the issue, but love wins out in the end.  And no allergy shots!

xxxooo,
Kerry

and this is how blogging goes in my world

So, today I thought I'd write about something I can't stop thinking about because it keeps being brought up in conversation between practically everyone I speak to.  It's the Octuplet Mom.  Or as I called her this morning on the phone with Beth, Octopuplet (I think maybe that's what we should start calling baby octopi, how cute is my new made-up word?  pretty cute). 

But as how things go in my world, I started writing and my computer decided to turn itself off.  When I restarted the thing and went back to TypePad, I found what I had written had been saved automatically, but I didn't like it. 

As with most things, I second guess what I write and am never sure if what I've written is anything anyone else would want to bother reading or if it's just me.  Half the time, I write a post and think, "this is the best post I've written yet, I know I'll have a ton of comments!  This blog is the jam, yo.  I hope (insert name here) reads this, they need to.  For realz, when is Random House going to call with a book offer?  Look out Oprah's book club!" Then I hit publish and lo and behold, no comments, zero, zip, nada.  It's not that I think I'm super talented or a bloomin' genius, but I'd like to think there is a reason why people come here everyday to spend a few minutes reading my words other than sheer boredom. 

And it's not that I usually have a plan of what I want to write when I sit down with my laptop. Trust me, I know you're not going to read about my discovering the cure for everything that can kill you on this blog, but sometimes I think I have a decent idea to write about.  And then other times I write about the Octopuplet Mom and it's a miss.  Sometimes there just isn't anything to contribute that hasn't been said.  Sometimes I think I should keep my opinions to myself.  And sometimes what I'd like to say isn't publishable by my standards. 

Just for fun, here's a list of topics I've written on and not published:

  1. The Octopuplet Mom.  She's not fooling anyone now, is she?  I can't really say anymore than that.
  2. Toddlers & Tiaras on TLC.  I am not a fan of pageants.  The idea of toddler beauty pageants makes me sick to my stomach.  I abandoned my post on this subject because of how mad it made me while writing. 
  3. The Stimulus Package.  Who cares what a suburban mom thinks?
  4. Tunes You Need Tuesday: The Beatles. aka The Long and Winding Post
  5. Facebook: I wasn't friends with you in highschool, why would I want to be friends now?
  6. Just Shut Up: why can't I stop talking?  Seriously, am I missing the part of your brain that tells you when to shut the hell up?

Those are topics you probably won't see any time soon on the Kerry Blog.  Bye for now.  I'm off to explain to my 3 children why they can't keep eating the candy for the school fundraiser.  Damn World's Finest Chocolate.

this should explain a lot

Although I've never been diagnosed with ADD (not the hyperactivity part for obvious reasons), I believe I have it and no one can convince me otherwise.  I've had the hardest time trying to write a post for the past few days.  Several times this week I have sat down with my laptop with an idea in my head (where I keep all my best ideas), write a title, start a sentence — maybe two, and something breaks my train of thought.  Actually "train of thought" isn't such a great phrase for my thoughts.  Maybe a "minivan of thoughts," maybe even a "caravan of thoughts," but I'm fairly certain I've never strung together enough thoughts to constitute a "train of thoughts." 

Anyflaky, so I thought I'd walk you through the types of things that have happened while trying to blog over the past day or so. 

I sit down to write about recording the commercial with my trusty laptop, cup of coffee, notepad, Sharpie pen, and phone.  I get as far as the title when the phone rings. 

  • Scott calls to say someone called him about a job in Angola (the country, not the prison).  What is he thinking?  I'm going to have a stroke.  For real this time.
  • I Google "Angola" to make sure it's in Africa — yeah, it's still in Africa.
  • I sing the song "Africa" by Toto to myself
  • check the ScrapFest! email to see if we've received the MP3 of the commercial, nope
  • check Facebook and comment on stuff. 
  • back to the blog
  • Andrew comes over for a snack.  I tell him I'm not making blueberry muffins and no, he can't eat the baking powder.  He finally accepts some Goldfish crackers.  I have a cookie.
  • I decide to change my shirt, then end up putting on lipgloss, and look in one of my bags for my Pandora bracelet that is currently missing. 
  • phone rings, it's my mother-in-law telling me to call my sister-in-law about the party this weekend
  • for some reason I give Andrew some Tootsie Rolls (this will haunt me later).
  • back to the blog, write exactly three words, hear Lucy bark and look outside
  • check email — no commercial
  • check Facebook, chat with a friend for a bit, check Kirtsy.com and look at a few popular stories (find a supercute outfit), check our bank account, check CNN
  • phone rings, it's Megan, Scott beeps in to say Angola's not that bad blah blah blah blah
  • check my email — ooooooo– Mignon Faget for Valentine's Day.  Look at mignonfaget.com, decide they really should have made the bee earrings in silver to go with my pendant, but no one asked me.  Think about making a Valentine's wish list, maybe earrings.
  • more coffee
  • read exactly half an article in Rolling Stone, Andrew wants to watch Thomas the train, so I put his DVD on, find that he has ground some Goldfish into the carpet, I vaccuum the Goldfish
  • back to the laptop, someone's trying to talk to me on Facebook, we chat, I watch Leslie Hall's "How We Go Out" video and laugh, check the weather for tomorrow, ponder what to wear to Andrew's speech eval, do some dishes, check SF email — no commercial, check my email — ooooooo — there's a perfect Olivetti Valentine typewriter on eBay.  Now, that's a Valentine's gift!  Think about Valentine's again.  Think about Mardi Gras, should the kids and I go to S'port?  Houston?  Why the heck is school out for a week for Mardi Gras?  Remind myself I live in south Louisiana.
  • phone rings, it's Scott saying he needs a table for his apartment.  I try to blog while talking to him, can't — check out lolcats, FU Penguin,tell Scott to get a card table as we do not need another table, check out coolmompicks.com and email Molly about a funky kids clothing site. 
  • back to the blog, check SF email — no commercial, call Megan and laugh about what music they could possibly put behind our voices on the ad.  I was pulling for "Love Shack" or something else by the B-52's, the original southern party band, and Megan likes "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."  I say we should have "Lowrider" and Megan agrees. As everyone knows, that is our original theme song for scrapbook trips.  I put a few things in the dishwasher.
  • back to the blog, sing "Lowrider" and go to the iTunes store — I'm pretty sure they have subtly changed the interface, but I'm not positive.  Ben Fold's "Bitch Went Nuts" comes on, I cringe when he says the C word.  I'm not big on cursing, but not especially bothered by cursing, but the C word is just cringeworthy.
  • iTunes has a Paul McCartney EP, interesting.  I hear Andrew say "uh-oh" and get up to see what he's doing — he has gotten himself stuck to the carpet.  It looks like he had fallen asleep while eating the Tootsie Rolls and they are stuck to his cheek.  Brilliant!  I ponder how to remove my son from the carpet and decide a warm wet washcloth should do it.  He cries while I go get the washcloth, cries while I apply the washcloth to his face, cries as he is freed, runs off to go upstairs and yells "thank Mom!"  no, not "thanks," he says "thank."  I clean up the carpet, wonder why we ever got carpet in the first place, decide that we should get wood in the living room and contemplate ripping up the carpet myself.  Decide that's probably not a good idea.
  • back to the computer, completely forget what I was doing, never listen to the McCartney EP.  Call Beth and tell her about the recording studio experience so she can have something to laugh at.  My left eye starts watering — it's always my left eye — wassup with that?  Stupid allergies.  Chat with Mandy on Facebook about having lunch this week, I remind her to remind me to give her the clothes I have for Emily in a big Hefty bag that I've been driving around for almost a month. 
  • pour myself another cup of coffee, losing track of how many cups that makes.  Notice that it's kinda cold and think I should put on socks.  I hate socks. 
  • back to the blog, write exactly 0 words when the pop sound tells me someone's trying to say "what up?" on Facebook.  I say "word."  I notice I have a Friend Request and have no idea who the person is requesting my friendship.  I email another friend to ask who this person is, as I have a memory like an encyclopedia of uselessness and can't place them.  It dawns on me that I perhaps possibly may have gone to prom with this individual, then realize I went with another guy with the same first name.  Whew. 
  • look at the clock on the microwave and realize I never ate lunch.  I do this everyday.  Everyday, unless I'm having lunch with a friend.  It seems as an adult I cannot remember to make a deadblame sandwich for myself as I make lunch for the kids.  I feed the kids and usually get busy with other things and realize at 2:30 or so that I'm starving.  This is a problem.  Not life or death, but a problem, nonetheless.  I wonder if there is some kind of service, like a wake-up call at a hotel, that would call and remind me to eat lunch — then I realize that is one of my dumber ideas. At 2:30 I don't know what to eat for lunch, it's not lunchtime, it's not dinner — what would Elvis do?  I have cheese and crackers, like a grown-up Lunchable.
  • back to the blog, check our email — no commercial. 
  • It's 3 o'clock and the girls are getting off the bus.  I realize I have accomplished a big fat zero of nothing and try to think of a better answer to the question "what did you do today?" for when I talk to Scott later, because "some stuff" sounds stupid.  I contemplate telling him I have ADD, but I know he would just shake his head and say "you've been on the computer all day, haven't you?" to which I would reply, "no, not really," which is the truth. 

So, next time the blog isn't updated for a day or so, just know it's the ADD.  Or mad cow, I'm not sure.

2009 resolutions (or ok, fine, I’ll make some changes)

In 2009 I resolve…

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    to not talk to loudly when I have my earbuds in.
  2. to not stare at the neck tattoo on the chick at the McDonald's drive-thru.
  3. to not refer to alternative medicine as voo-doo anymore.
  4. not to self-diagnose myself by looking up symptoms on webmd.com.
  5. to stop greeting the other moms at the bus stop with " 'sup, bitches?"
  6. to dream more.
  7. to remember to use moisturizer.
  8. not to snicker when people mispronounce words.
  9. to not get mad when people misspell my name.
  10. to take compliments better.
  11. to start some form of exercise.
  12. to resume ninja training.
  13. not to think my friends are copycats when they order the same thing as me in a restaurant.
  14. to stop saying yes to things I really don't care to do.
  15. not to point at people when I'm singing in the car pretending I'm in a music video.
  16. to read more.
  17. not to take any more magazine subscriptions.
  18. to not answer "hammertime" when someone asks me what time it is.
  19. to stop using "you too" inappropriately (i.e. when the hostess at a restaurant tells us to have a good dinner or the gate attendant at the airport says "have a good flight").
  20. not to pretend I remember someone's name when I don't and greet them with "hey, man!"
  21. to actually laugh out loud when I write LOL in an email or IM.
  22. to not roll my eyes when a man asks me what scrapbooking is.
  23. to not roll my eyes when a man says "so people actually pay to go sit and scrapbook" when I explain it.
  24. to have a better response to the above instead of bitch slapping them.
  25. to not make faces babies in stores when their parents aren't looking.
  26. to spend more time with Lucy dog.
  27. to get more sleep.
  28. to come up with better nicknames for friends than Lunchbox and Snackshack.
  29. to order my superhero costume and wear it to the next neighborhood watch meeting.   
  30. to not quote lines while I'm watching a movie with someone.
  31. to tell people exactly how I am when someone asks "how are you?"
  32. not to tell another friend I should nominate her for "What Not to Wear."
  33. to ask myself what Aretha would do when faced with an obstacle more often.
  34. to not say OMG when someone tells me they homeschool.
  35. to not say "oh, God, no!" when someone asks me if I homeschool.
  36. to come up with a better response when asked "so, do you work?" instead of pimp slapping them.
  37. to stop telling people I'm a Rockette when asked if I work.
  38. to start training for some sort of Olympic sport, maybe badminton, since Rogue Croquet is out.
  39. not to make up holidays (like Tupac Remembrance Day) for the sole purpose of having cake.
  40. to not say "I love this song" when it's my iPod that's playing.
  41. to not say "I hate Garth Brooks" when Megan's iPod is playing.
  42. to start proofing my posts more often.
  43. to have more fun and less stress.
  44. not to freak out over things I can't control, like the American Idol results or weather or anything else.
  45. to not let things get to me as much.
  46. to do my best to give you something to laugh at, look at, or think about here on the blog — maybe all  three once in a while. 
  47. to wish a Happy New Year to everyone!  Feel free to leave your resolutions in the Comments, I'd love to read what y'all have to say.

goodbye 2008, felt like I was just getting to know you

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Dear Reader Friends,

Wishing you a healthy and happy new year!  Thanks for reading in 2008.  We've had some fun, haven't we?  I've shared, you've shared, and we learned some things together — mainly that I know a lot of stuff about stuff and I like to shop, tell you about music you might not be familiar with, and explore the things that amuse me.  Occasionally we talk about serious things, but we're here to have a little fun and retreat from the chaotic everyday grind.  I appreciate each and every one of you who stop by to read (you know I like you the best — yes, I'm talking to you) and I sincerely hope you have a wonderful year.  

Much love,
Kerry

a little birdie

So, since I've switched to Typepad I've gone back and forth over the design, not loving the butterflies on the pre-made header.  I'm not a butterfly person, I'm a bee person.  Butterflies are lovely, nice in nature, but the black butterflies bothered me.  Scott was in NOLA tonight, so I thought I'd play around with my arch enemy Photoshop and see if I could take the butterflies out — and I could (next I'll be taking my double chin out of all my photographs), but that wasn't enough.  I looked at a few digi scrapbook websites and could not find a bee that wasn't cartoony, but not too realistic either.  On scrapgirls.com I found a supercute bird, so I got it, made her pink polka-dotted and put her out on a limb.  Then I added my text, and voila — new banner.  It can be done, peeps.  Hope y'all like the little birdie, she seems at home.

announcing the “it’s beginning to look a lot like excess” contest!

EDIT:  you may submit as many entries as you wish.  There is no fine print for Kerry Blog contests.  Just fun.  And sneaky taking of photographs.  And snarky captioning.  Ok, go.

Ever the industrious elf, I've decided to run a contest and even made a banner in the damn devil's creation known as Photoshop to go with it.  Never say I'm not dedicated to this damn blog.  I'm cursing more today than usual because of Photoshop and its infernal ways. 

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That's right friends and peeps, it's the Kerry Blog Ugly-Ass Holiday Decoration Contest: it's beginning to look a lot like excess.  Take a photo of the tackiest house in your neighborhood and send in your entry to kerrybee7@yahoo.com.  We will have a vote and the winner (loser) will be announced on Christmas Eve.  Of course there will be a prize at stake, and no, I haven't thought that through and will have to decide what the prize will be.  Anyreindeer, I assure you, it will be a good prize, but stop thinking it's a luxury car or something of great monetary value because I don't see Lexus or Tiffany's sponsoring the Kerry Blog anytime soon.  It's not like I haven't tried, but those beotches at Lexus won't return my phone calls.  So, get a move on, get your groove on and send in those tacky-ass house pictures!