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The Bloscars (Blog Awards Extravaganza!) - Part 1

Over the last few 6 months, I have been literally showered with blog awards. I have “accepted” most of them by adding them to my Major Awards page. However, posting the fact I was given an award is not proper etiquette, nor does that express full appreciation to the awarder OR the blogging community. Not at all! The spirit of bloggy awards is to appreciate fellow bloggers, and give linky love as a Hippie embraces “free love” … 

Over the next week (or 2) I will be properly accepting, and handing out 7 awards… I could do it all in one post, BUT that would include over 50 links to bloggers I enjoy and admire. If I listed over 50 links in one post… that would just be overwhelming, wouldn’t it? I don’t want them to get lost in a one-post-linky-frenzy! I want my peeps to be recognized and appreciated!

Because there are too many awards to list in one title, this little award-fest has a name - THE BLOSCARS. That’s good, huh? My husband came up with that. He’s so creative… and cute.

*****The Brilliante Premio 2008*****

Bubba’s Sis gave me this one Back in July. Can I just say, I adore this woman. A to the D.O.R.E. You must swing by and tell her I said “hi”….

So… pretty much I’m brilliant(e). In 2008. So much.

Aaanywho… here is how this award works:

1. When received, you may post the Premio to your blog.

2. Link to the blogger you received it from.

3. Give it to 7 bloggers.

4. Link to those 7 blogs.

5. Leave those 7 bloggers a comment about receiving the Brilliante Premio.

I am going to change it up just a little. I am giving this award to 10 bloggers… my top 10 commenters since November 1st! Why? Well, isn’t that pretty darn obvious? Hello?…

  1. It’s November, so that makes sense.
  2. These people visit my blog.
  3. They comment.
  4. How much more brilliant can a person be???
  5. Also, they deserve SOMETHING for consistently enduring my relentless insanity and rabbit trailing…
  6. I love comments. What better way to appreciate those who give to me, than to give to them… MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!!!

Without further ado…

D…. at My Life is Based on a True Story.

Dumblond at Dumblond Utterances.

Kathleen at Forging Ahead.

Jubilee at Notes of Jubilee.

Jen at Preteens, Toddlers, Newborns, Oh My!

Debbie at Suburb Sanity.

Lisa at Blozulfog.

Maggie at Life with 2 Boyz.

The Ladies at Where’s My Damn Answer?

I should add that Bubba’s Sis actually tied with Dumblond, but she already got this award… However, Bubba’s Sis - I’ll have a little something for you later :)

I am so very tired.

I mean, now that I am a legitimate vlogger… not only am I a Star… I am a Producer. A Director. A Filmmaker. I am also in charge of Craft Services. When I step back and look at all I do… and all I am… I just amaze me. No wonder I’m tired. Also…

It’s O.K. Go ahead. Stand back in your amazement. I am also patient.

And as if that isn’t enough… I am also HAWT!!! hot on the campaign trail.

Obama? McCain? They had it easy compared to me… for in the midst of all my importance I even managed to hug all 3 of my children today. All. 3!!!

I hugged them without uttering one word about my community organizing for them (they have no idea the sacrifices I make), nor a word about how much of a Maverick I am on their behalf. I just hugged them. Plus, they can’t even vote for me. Oh my gosh… I AM SO GENUINE!!! *wipes tear, being careful not to disturb the mascara*

I think I need a nap. 

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Maybe I should rethink this “vlogging” thing.

O.K. So. THAT didn’t go EXACTLY as I expected. 

In my defense, when I filmed this I still had not yet had my coffee. Not unlike a druggie without his “fix” for the day (or for the hour, I dunno the kinds of schedules druggies keep. Aaaaanywho…). However, a few lessons can be pulled from this experience. I am a giver, so to spare you the agony of making these same mistakes yourself, here are a few hints before filming footage for your next video/vlog post:

  • Consider background. The trash can is not the ideal background. A tacky-looking, dusty silk plant from your churchs’ foyer is better than a trash can… unless you are making a video of trash cans, of course.
  • Beware: apparently the camera brings out one’s “Valley Girl” accent. What’s up with that?
  • Wear make-up. 
  • Have a cuppa coffee.
  • Fix your hair. For goodness sake, find a flippin’ brush. It ain’t that hard.
  • Wear some glitter, it distracts from real-life flaws. And it’s fun.
  • Use a tripod. For so many reasons, Use. A. Tripod. 
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Unrelated to vlogging… here is something else I was not expecting:
According to synonym.com, there a no synonyms for chocolate! *rubs eyes*
What the…!!! What about words like: heaven, grace, mercy, true love, tranquility, manna, redemption… ??? !!! I was so stunned I had to take a closer look:

*still rubbing eyes* Really? What about: promised land, hope, glory, perfection, world peace & harmony ???

Dear www.synonym.com,

If you need a new editor, I’m available.

Sincerely,

Kerryonthespot

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Blogging (Wordpress), Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Flickr, Picnik, Motherhood & The Witching Hour

Are the search engines putting me at the top after that title or what?! Bring it!

Back in  November ‘02 I cooked dinner for my family of 4… Me, the Hubs, a 3 year old boy and a baby girl. Occasionally I would engage in a phone conversation whilst doing my own carnival tricks (a.k.a. “cooking dinner”). Ahhh, but mostly I cooked and survived “the witching hour(s)“ pretty much in desperation solitude. With either a baby or a chubby 3-year-old eye poker on my maternal hip. My evenings pretty much went as follows:

Stir, fix broken toy, stir, apply band aid to owie, chop, help with stubborn puzzle piece, chop, pull son away from firelplace, stir, wipe brow and count to 10– daddy will be home soon… stir, take knife away from son, fill sippy cup, change diaper, coax the potty-trainer, counting to 100… keep big brother from love-smothering baby sister… pray meat didn’t burn beyond repair, look up child’s nose for meat thermometer (because, yeah, it’s not in on the counter where I left it), give into crying (mom, and both kids) — where the H.E. Doublehockeysticks is Daddy!!!, soothe crying baby, open doors and windows, pray fire detectors will turn off soon, 3 year-old unconvinced that he does NOT have to watch mommy on the potty, wipes down counter, more crying/weeping/gnashing of teeth, … orders pizza, counting to 1000…

*que myocardial infarction* CLEAR!!!! *kachunk* “Beep, beep, beep…”

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A self-portrait: Obsession

Have you ever loved something so much — so much that you ache in its absence? It haunts your dreams. It is your first thought in the morning… your last thought at night. You long to be close… even a moment of separation… perish the thought. You slowly lick your lips. You draw the succulent cup of warmth nearer, and nearer still…

 

***bomchickawowwow***

 

A girl has gots ta have her cuppa cawfee — eeeeven if it only lasted two minutes. Ya know.

Photos taken by my own bad self with my iPhone… edited with Picnik.

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A craft, a peeve, & an odd thing.

The craft - I’m gonna try to complete a craft. Despite the fact that I could have sworn I birthed the very last crafting nerve out of my body when my last child was born over 3 years ago, I am going to do a craft! I have wanted to make an Advent calendar for YEARS, and I’m-a-gonna do it! I had a big credit at a scrapbook store, and saw a super-awesome Advent calendar and spent all my credit so I could copy the calendar perfectly and took a picture of the calendar because… it lasts longer (bahdumbum!)

Wish me luck!

The peeve - The little waist ties on sweat pants. Where are you supposed to put them? I don’t wear short shirts, so I always struggle with the “waist-tie bump” under my shirt… OR I struggle to strategically tuck them (read: keep them tucked) behind the waist band. But THEN… sometimes it is too hard to tie them in a nifty bow, so you tie it in a knot because there needs to be a point of tension or them sweatpants just won’t stay up… even if they’re tight. 

There’s more. So. When those whispy little ties are in a simple knot, it is not so easy to untie the knotted rascal when one is in a “pinch”… like, say — when a girl has got to use the restroom! Yeah! I don’t know about anybody else, but whens (I know “when” doesn’t have an “s” — EVER, but just pretend the “s” is a written way of me using my arms… body-language in type-form, if you will) I decide to take the time to answer nature’s call… the last thing I need is to fight with a stubborn knot. And that makes me feel angry.  

Furthermore… I am an adult woman, and while it might be somewhat “acceptable” for a 3-year-old to “not make it”… not so much for an adult woman. “I PEED!!!” sounds so much different coming from the mouth of a toddler than it does from and adult. Not to mention sheer quantity. TMI?

Which reminds me of an odd thing - I have a relatively sensitive gag reflex. It mostly has to do with conversational items that gross me out. Pictures too. But I’ve noticed another area in which my gag reflex is highly responsive… when I hurt myself. Which is none too rare. Lately (months and months - no I am not pregnant), I have noticed that when I stub my toe or slice my thumb off or hit my funny bone or get a good scratch or crack my head on an open cabinet door… I experience an overwhelming desire/need to vomit/gag. I used to cry or writhe on the floor… now I writhe, but also suffer waves of rather intense, but accute nausea. 

Is that normal? Don’t answer that.

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I knew it. I. Knew. It! Now I have proof.

I have Adult ADHD. I know this because I took an online test. And just like that one online test told me my soul color is green, this one gave me hard, factual numbers on this “condition” I can now officially “own”. I scored a 95 on a scale of “0 & up”. I will give the top number a “cap” of 100, just because I need boundaries… and people with ADHD need boundaries. Here’s the scale given on the site:
0-24: No ADHD Likely
25-34: Borderline ADHD
35-49: Mild ADHD
50-69: Moderate ADHD
70 & up… Adult ADHD
I scored a 95… Yup. That’d plunk me comfortably in that “Adult ADHD” category. I even tried to “soften” my answers because I am told I tend to be too hard on myself. Knowing who they are dealing with, the site gave a fun-looking graphic, so as to keep my attention… I think the badge could have used a little Flash animation

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Make Me Laugh Monday - Poking fun all around.

Not only is it Make Me Laugh Monday, but it is also, MMLM… November 3, 2008… Which means it is the day before the 2008 Presidential election which means I can totally make fun of a lot of people here, and who am I to pass up an opportunity, aye? 

Therefore and hithertofor… I post one of those FW: fwd: FWD:: emails, that truly made me laugh. It is not often one of those “FW: fwd: FWD::” emails really gets my gut rolling, so I knew I had to share it. You may have received this email, and if so… enjoy it again. If not, then… have fun! Also, I added one at the end. I’m crazy like that. 

You wanna know my favorite? Aristotle. I chose him so you’d think I was all-deep and philosophophish. When you leave a comment, tell me which one is YOURS!

Without further ado… Poking Fun at Everyone!

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD??

SARAH PALIN:

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WhothinksIhaveeatentoomuchcandy…

DoYOUthinkIhaveeatentoomuchcandy?

Idon’tthinkIhaveeatentoomuchcandy.

ThereisnowaythatIhaveeatentoomuchcandy.

IstheresuchathingasTOOMUCHCANDY?

Whereisthespacebaronthisthing?

Ican’tseethespacebar.Spacebarsareoverrated…

Spacebar?Isthatanewcandy?IsitlikeaMilkyWay?

IfIinventedanewcandyI’dnameit”Spacebar”,

andit’dhaveedibleglitteronitandPopRocks.

Ooh!AnotherButterfinger!Righton!

Imean,whatonearthmakesyouthinkI’vehadtoomuchcandy…

Toomuchcandy…Sacrilege!

Pllllbbbbbbtttt!!!

Whatever.

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A warm-up post *cracks knuckles*.

I have a BIG post planned for later today… coverage of the big birthday bash, but I have a few things I need to get out of my brain. I should probably save this for tomorrow, but it looks like I’ve decided against that!

Speaking of deciding… I splurged today and bought an eggnog latte. In my defense it is “Two for Tuesday”, so I actually bought my husband a coffee and mine was free! See how frugal I am! While waiting for my hot cuppa goodness, I was faced with a decision:

I wish we could vote with gumballs on election day. I think everyone would feel a bit brighter…

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In other news - if you were to visit 5×5 Project today you might get a little frightened! I took on the “Boo” theme and submitted my picture to Krysta… I have titled the picture, “Boo” says the Harvest Moon from behind the evergreens. Thank you, Krysta for providing another opportunity for me stretch and reach!

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