What if I put you back in the sink for the night. We can do this tomorrow . . .
I feel happy about that decision, too.
What if I put you back in the sink for the night. We can do this tomorrow . . .
Posted by Reluctant Kerry at 6:08 PM
I was visiting your website today to look at home listings when I noticed your logo:
While I do appreciate the moxy of your energetic little "dot" in the Homes-dot-Com logo, I suspect this logo creates much confusion regarding the nature of your business.
Because it is such a fantastic graphic, I propose you keep it -- don't touch a thing. Rather, change your name.
Now that go-getter-swimmer of a "dot" makes MUCH more sense.
Good luck as your company reorganizes as a fertility resource website.
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Response from Homes (squiggly dot) Com :
So while there is no current plans to reorganize their site . . . I suspect such plans may be forthcoming!
I'm encouraged by their response to my letter. I think I will try to resubmit a previous Letter to my utility Company.
I still remember celebrating Halloween when I was in first grade (ah . . . the golden age of Trick~or~Treating). That year we got to develop our own Witch's Brew.
I focused on conjuring the most sinister and frightful elixir imaginable for my brew. Especially since some of my more manby-pamby classmates were listing ingredients such as marshmallows, crayons, and ham in their pithy concoctions.
Unfortunately, my overambitious recipe horrified and embarrassed my mother when the local paper published our brews in the news.
I suspect it was the "little kid's kidneys" part that she found to be objectionable.
We were sitting at the breakfast table before school when mom burst out, "LITTLE KID'S KIDNEYS?! Why would you want to put little kid's kidneys in your witch's brew?! People are going to think I have raised a ghoulish little girl!"
I suppose -- as phrased -- it is rather chilling, particularly where the recipe calls for both kidneys from a singular kid. I can't remember if that is a misplaced apostrophe or if I saw fit to completely eviscerate the renal system of just one particularly rotten child.
In all fairness, though, how is that worse than that Kyle kid who would commingle eyeballs with his chili? SO much more stomach churning than my brew.
Recently, Matt and I took a quick trip to Wyoming where Max met much of his family for the first time -- including cousins! We got to spend some time in the car with my sister's kids while we were back home.
We kept pulling out all of our "A" material to keep Jordan and Connor entertained during the 100 mile trip. We knew we were skimming the bottom of the barrel when Matt said, "Hey, did you guys know your Aunt Kerry can put her whole fist in her mouth?!"
When they didn't respond, I turned around in my seat and found out why they were so quiet:
Gifted. The members of this family are abundantly gifted.
No matter how educated or accomplished you may be in life, you can never escape your high school loser status.
I was reminded of this fact today while clearing out my junk mail inbox. The good people at Classmates.com felt it important to remind me that I was not the coolest kid in school. Not even close.
Screw you, Classmates.com.
What's Jennifer doing that I'm not?!
If adult life is anything like our high school years . . . I would suspect that Jennifer is throwing crazy keggers while her parents are out of town and servicing the JV basketball team. Pretty creepy for a 30-year-old woman if you ask me.
I guess I'm just not that motivated to increase my number of Classmates.com visitors.
Now that I am a mother, I find myself swapping stories with other mothers. I was talking to other women who also had their babies by C-section, and we were discussing the down-sides of the procedure.
One woman said the worst part was the unsightly scar.
Another said the worst part was not being able to get around very well after her kid was born.
I still maintain that the worst part wast that uncomfortable cone they made me wear to keep me from gnawing out my stitches.
iTunes has a neat feature where it provides an "Explicit" material label for items that contain obscenities or mature content. Often, there is also a "Clean" alternative that has been edited or sanitized for more sensitive consumers.
For example, below is a great song "I hate Everyone," that you can purchase chalk-full of the F-word -- or, if you prefer, you can buy the version that uses more friendly terms like "ticked" and "jerk."
When I was pregnant, I discovered this whole new awe and respect for life and all living creatures. Motherhood made me all warm-fuzzy-squishified.
My little sister Amy is expecting her third baby in January -- she CLEARLY has not had the same maternal experience as me. Pregnancy, it seems, has inspired some sort of horrific gestational bloodlust.
She just sent me an email with the subject line My First Antelope.
The message simply read, "He isn't very big, but he'll do."
Holy Shit!!! I cannot believe this woman and I sprang from the same womb. She's a friggin' barbarian! (I wish you could see her belly a little better)
Okay, okay, okay . . . I take my barbarian comment back. I need to be supportive of my little sister while she is in that most beautiful of motherly ways.
As a show of my support I will volunteer my services in decorating the new baby's nursery. Here is my proposed motif . . . alphabet blocks and family photos!
I wonder if I can find a Precious Moments figurine to compliment the decor. Something in a "Baby's first slaughter" perhaps . . .
Posted by Reluctant Kerry at 4:32 PM
I have made a major life decision: in December 2009, we will buy Max a bulldog puppy for Christmas.
The puppy will be known as Milquetoast.
The neighbors will ask us, "Who is that freaking adorable toddler & his dog walking down the street?"
We will answer, "Why, that's Max and Milquetoast."
SO SHALL IT BE!
I found something rather troubling in the refrigerator of our office's kitchenette.
Lysol in the fridge? Huh.
I wonder if this mix-up explains why the toilet seats are so sticky and smell of Sunny Delight?
There has been a flurry of guilt-trippy public service announcements on TV lately reminding you to be nice to your certifiably whacked out friends.
Hell, I'm all for being supportive of my friends who are though tough times . . . however it just doesn't seem prudent to turn a blind eye to any and all mental illnesses your friends and associates may develop.
Call me judgmental, but this commercial and its ominous knocking scares the bajeebus out of me.
Holy crap!!! The occupant of that house has got to GET RID of that creepy-ass-crazy friend. What kind of mental illness diagnosis are we dealing with here?
I just don't know how supportive I can be of a friend who shows up at my doorstep telling me that she's been seeking treatment for her recent bout of psychotic breaks and homicidal ideation. After the third time that bitch tries to stab me, I feel perfectly justified in screening her calls.
Posted by Reluctant Kerry at 5:13 PM
I may have mentioned that we recently welcomed our first baby to our home. We named him Max. He is outstanding.
We are learing so much as new parents -- things that you never read about in the baby books. I like to share these lessons and discoveries whenever I can so that others can benefit from our experience.
To that end, please be advised . . .
`. . . and THIS is a Max Burrito
So we thought we lived in a decent neighborhood, but we are starting to see the signs of gang activity in our quiet little neck of the woods. At an intersection a couple of blocks from our home, a vandal has defaced stop sign. I didn't get a photo, but a fairly accurate reproduction follows:
Let me just point out that this stop sign is located on the same road that swears vengeance upon all speeders with silly signs reading 20 mph -- Strictly Enforced! . Well, I'd love to know where the authorities were while these little Gryffendor thugs ran amok on our peaceful - 20 mph - streets.
For some reason, I am still not too concerned about my little family's safety just yet ... even though I do seem to be seeing gang colors of maroon and mustard yellow popping up here and there ...
So during the latter part of my pregnancy, I became rather swollen and sedentary. Unable to summit Everest, or participate in other such activities, I planted myself in front of the TV and made beaded jewelry (that's right ... I'm a crafty one!).
In March, I sent my mom home to Wyoming with necklaces to give to my little nieces. My niece Jordan, who truly has a fantastic way with words, sent me the thank you note below:
Let me just take a moment highlight my favorite part of this card:
So, in the past I may have taken a pot shot or two at children and those who bear them . . . for instance here, here, and here. I have come to regret these cracks lately as it seems I am now about 11 months pregnant.
I look pretty ridiculous at this point. My lilting waddle would be best compared to that of Tic-Tok, Dorothy's mechanical-teapot-robot-buddy from the movie version of Return_to_Oz. I may be one of few people to remember this movie, but if you get a chance to see this weird little film, take note of Tic-Tok's waddle (and mine!).
And, as promised, the intricate masterpiece that is the official egg representing the beautiful state and wonderful people of Wyoming:
Wyoming's Egg !!!
I say this without an ounce of sarcasm. I really, really miss my goofy home in Wyoming.