I wanted to share a blog I just adore and thought you might like this July desktop the artist made.  It's called Happy Doodle Land (I know, the cuteness is too much) and Flora Chang makes a doodle every day, and shares her design work.  It's just great.  Go to her blog to download the desktop, but here is a peek at what is on my desktop this month.  

Could that be any sweeter for July?  No.  

It's Kerry here with your summer birthday gift guide for those hot people in your life born in June, July, and August.  You may know someone with a birthday coming up, don't worry – I'm here to help.

Maybe your birthday person is a foodie.  

They enjoy a good meal and seek out great restaurants, love to visit new areas for regional delicacies and guess ingredients while they sip their soup.  

Take them to lunch or dinner.  

Take them for sushi.  Sushi is fun because you share.  Do not take a person who is not familiar with sharing.  I've seen fights breakout over who gets the last Burning Man Roll.  People will stab you with a chopstick for a good roll, people.  

Pictured is the Kazoku Roll the hubs and I had at Kazoku in Mandeville over the weekend.  It was absolutely divine.  Salmon, tempura shrimp, avocado, topped with crab and crunchy.  I almost stabbed him with a chopstick for the last one.  I kid, I kid.  But I did have the last one.  He knows I take my sushi seriously.  

We ordered four rolls, but our waiter only brought three.  I started to think he delivered our Playboy Roll to the table across from us.  The table of three across from us kept getting roll after roll after roll.  I counted seven in all. Seven rolls is a hella lot of sushi.  They also had soup and tempura.  When the waiter brought the Playboy Roll, they said "we got the Hawaii and the Playboy?" They knew they didn't order the Playboy.  I know from a previous visit that the Hawaii is basically the Playboy with a little mango thrown in.  I am not a mango person.  I told the hubs I believed the other table ate our roll.  I gave them looks.  I'm pretty sure he thought I was going to stab them with my chopsticks.  

The hostess came over, told us that indeed the ravenous people at the other table ate our roll because the waiter, who had only been there for one week brought it to their table by mistake.  

Here are the sushi scavengers.  

Here is the thing: there is sushi etiquette.  

You do not eat directly from the platter.  

You do not pour soy sauce on piece of sushi.  

You do not cut your sushi like a steak.

And you sure as heck don't act like you ordered the Playboy Roll and eat it. 

This is a tease of the post coming later today, but this clip made me so very happy after an emotional day, I just thought I'd post it.  Enjoy.

http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5422555&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=ffffff&fullscreen=1

Record Club: Velvet Underground & Nico "Femme Fatale" from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

I just thought I'd let y'all know this is what I'm wearing today, inspired by Katy Perry, pictured.

 Maybe the yellow nails are a bit much.  

Photo from http://tomandlorenzo2.blogspot.com/2010/06/2010-mtv-movie-awards.html

On second thought, I may have to borrow this sequined jumpsuit from LiLo.

 Yes, this is the one.

Photo from gofugyourself.com

I have no business looking at shoes on Zappos.  I don't need another pair of shoes.

Unless they happen to be these Sperrys:

Or these Sperrys:

Or these Sperrys:

It's summer, and this is how your girl does the boat shoe – in pink, whether it be patent or plaid, or mesh.  

So, I haven't written a real post in a while.  Lots of videos and photos, but very little in the way of words, which is what I used to do best.  Or at least that's what I like to think anyway.  I've been a bit busy and here is the update.  

The hubs came home from working in Utah last month and was hired by an Alabama-based company.  This means we're moving.  This means we will have had our 9th move in almost 13 years, if I've counted correctly (and I'm horrible at math, so I'm probably missing one and I didn't even count my move to Macon, GA when I married the hubs – I threw that one in for free).  This means the kids will be changing schools.  This means I'll have to make the two-hour drive in for Scrap-Fest!  This means finding a new church.  This means finding a new sushi place.  This means I will probably have a nervous breakdown this summer.

Being that I've moved 42 times, I've learned a few things and I've developed a couple of philosophies on the subject.  When I move into a new neighborhood it's never my intention to be best buds with the neighbors.  I never have the notion that we will be there forever and I don't want to get attached.  Plus, I've had some weirdo nutjob neighbors.  No offense to weirdo nutjobs.  I'm very much a homebody.  I'm the woman in the neighborhood who drives into her garage and closes the garage.  I'm not out in the front yard planting whatever people plant.  I'm in the air conditioning enjoying the great indoors.  I'm not the friendly neighbor at the bus stop all cheery at at 6:45 am dressed for the day, coffee in hand.  I'm the grumpy neighbor in my robe and Bozo the Clown hair, standing in my driveway who desperately wants to be back under the covers because the sun is barely up.  This is who I am.  

For this move I've come upon a new philosophy: enough people have seen me naked, therefore I will come back to this town for exams until my gynecologist retires and I am forced to find another one.  At that point I will interview gynecologists in my new town.  Yes, I said interview.  I will have a list of questions.  Maybe an essay, I haven't decided yet.  Hopefully Dr. B won't retire for several years and I will have a while to think about it. The one thing I know for sure is that he doctor I choose will have pedicure chairs in the waiting room and the artwork will be fabulous.  

When one moves, the most frustrating thing is finding the new whatever it is to replace your old whatever it was in your old town.  I will have to find a new nail place.  This is frustrating because I've finally found a good one here.  My nail place and I have gone through a lot together.  I watched half of my first Lifetime movie there (I still don't know if the woman ever got her kid back or if her blanket-making business ever took off), I was asked to hook up their DSL, and I've explained different facets of the American political system now that the shop tv is tuned to FOX news or CNN Headline News instead of Lifetime.  Two weeks ago, I was having my nails done and watching the news while the nail techs spoke rather loudly in Vietnamese, which I ignore since I didn't take Vietnamese in school.  My ears perked up when my nail tech said "Bobby Jindal."  I only wish I knew the context.  And I only hope this kind of thing happens in Alabama.  

So, I will be chronicling the move.  If everything goes as planned, we should be moving the last week of June/first week of July.  Hopefully we will be in the new house by my birthday.  Hopefully I won't lose my mind by then.

Because everyone has a favorite lush.

I saw these on Rare Bird Finds (link in left sidebar) and had to check the Etsy store out for myself.   I adore these drunken tags. 

I came across this acoustic recording of Counting Crows performing the Grateful Dead's "Friend of the Devil"on Howard Stern and it blew me away.  I think it's superior to the version on Films About Ghosts.