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I am all about the rules, except for when the rules don’t work for me.

Because it is all about Me. Wait. Or is it all about You voting for Me? ——————–>>>>>

Now onto the meme (pronounced like the -eme in “theme”, not like saying “me” twice). Nancy over at Marie Millard tagged me. I like memes — mostly because that 1 word has my favorite word in it twice! I had the lovely opportunity to meet Nancy at BlogHer ‘08 last July. She was one of the first gals I met, and we connected instantly. Fast friends. Gotta love it. Our last night in San Francisco — Nancy, Jen and I headed to the Starlight Room - a swanky club on the 21st floor the Sir Francis Drake Hotel. It was loud and packed, and the view was stunning… *reminiscent sigh*

The meme. I am supposed to go to my 6th picture folder and find the 6th picture and pray I remember the details and I am not using commas and tag 6 others…

Hmm. I have been to almost every 6th of 6th possible category in  iPhoto and am just not finding one that is sharable. So, I’m gonna break the “rules”. I counted backwards and just chose my 6th-to-last photo. And the winner is…

That’s mah girl, Lisa on the left. Ya know, my V.P. in our Dance Party. We were doing a bit of campaigning. The cutie in the middle is Shelly. I’ve known her from the kids’ bus stop for a long time… I never knew she had such mad skillz on the dance floor. Bravo, Shelly… BRA. VO! And then there’s me, sportin’ my usual red nose. Rudolph may need to fight for his job this Christmas. Money’s tight, and  I’m not above leading Santa’s sleigh for a little extra cash… I just gotta figure out that whole “flying” thing.

Oh golly. Want another pic? Of course you do. It’s not the rules, but I’m feelin’ all rebelly. Besides, I HAVE to share this one with you. Apparently my righteous grooves made an impact on the band, ‘cuz I found this polaroid from the Afros at my table after I came back from powdering my Rudolph nose… I am so used to this kind of attention. It is rather commonplace, really… for me.

OK. I give. One more. But only because you asked…

“You. Complete. Me.” I know…

At this point I should be tagging 6 people. However, with all the awardage and linkage happening, Miss Kerry is going to need to pass. But perhaps I can get 6 volunteers? Just leave a comment and I promise to come by and swoon…

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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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An exhaustive account of the 20th anniversary of My 16th birthday.

“Exhaustive??? Why???” 

  • It was exhausting. You’ll see why.
  • I suffer from a condition called “Self-Importance”, and symptoms of that very painful condition include (but are not limited to) the use of too many words in blog posts, multiple references to oneself, and the capitalization of words such as “Me” or “My”. I exhaust Myself just having to deal with Me. 
  • Lisa’s husband Mark took lots of pictures, and who am I to withhold such talent from My Public?
  • It’s My blog, that’s why.
  • I just wanted there to be one more bullet. Multiple bullet-points look important and validate My feelings about Myself.

The first picture is of Lisa and Me. I recently declared Myself the President of The Dance Party. Lisa graciously took the position as my VP. The girl represents! One look at the following picture, and there is no arguing that we truly deserve to be the Prez & V.P. of… The Dance Party. We hold nothing back. No. Thing. I mean - she’s not even touching the ground, and somehow I managed to NOT put my own eye out!

I’m sorry. Every time I look at this picture I nearly pee My pants. Excuse me. I’ll get back to this post in a minute… 

Alright. *scoots chair back in* Continue reading ‘An exhaustive account of the 20th anniversary of My 16th birthday.’

I’m getting political again!

Up until now this post has been my most political. Truth be told, I am afraid of The Public and know politics brings out “the uglies”. Being-as-so I am not a huge fan of “ugly” I tend to keep my politics to my own bad self. 

Are you familiar with Facebook? I am not chasing a tangent, stick with me… Recently, Lisa and I formed a new group on Facebook - The Dance Party (which is explained a bit better at the bottom of this post). The purpose of The Dance Party is to bring The People (Democrats & Republicans… even Independents) together… on The Dance Floor. I am the Self-Proclaimed and Never-To-Be-Dethroned President of The Dance Party, and Lisa is my Most Distinguished V.P.

In keeping with her duties to support and further our cause, Lisa found the following video. And because I am committed to You - My Public - I am passing it on… Because I care about You. Because I want You to vote. Because I want You to… dance. Plus, I know many of My Friends who visit here are also Dance-aholics, and I am all about supportin’ the habit, yo. 

Now THIS is a debate I could TOTALLY get in on.

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Make Me Laugh Monday - in pictures

    

You guessed it! It’s Make Me Laugh Monday! I had the pleasure of laughing this weekend, and two of the instances were caught on film. The first picture is of my 3 year old daughter, Cole… eating a hot dog, but not the bun. Low-carbers, this may be your poster-child:

Next up - Lisa (The Blozulfog) and me. Lisa and I are always putting our nonsense together and changing the world in fabulous ways. Remember that one day you had that was so fabulous? It was us. I don’t know exactly how, but we were behind the fabulouness of your day. Yup.

For quite some time we have peed our britches giggled over the fact that we have appointed ourselves the President (Me) and Vice-Prez (her) of The Dance Party. However, People - last week we made it official. We created a group on Facebook, appropriately named — The Dance Party. We are looking to take over the world… In our world all disputes are resolved in a dance-off, and our platform?  Uh… SHOES! Duh! The following picture was taken on Saturday. We went to the local casino to do some very serious campaigning… The Spazmatics (one of our faves!) provided the groove, and because we are committed to serving Our People we took this picture with two of the band members. People of The Dance Party… know we are always representin’. We are working hard on the campaign trail… for you!

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It’s your turn! Feel free to use the MMLM image in your post! Plug into Mr. Linky down below, and link back to this post if you can. So tell me, what’s so stinkin’ funny?

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I am almost just like Kevin Bacon.

OK, you got me. The above statement is not entirely true.

What now?! 

Alright. The statement my chosen title makes is a gross misrepresentation, but can’t a girl dream?

This post is the long, winding story of my sixteenth birthday… my Sweet Sixteen. This is the story of a young, hormonal teen who did not get to attend her 16th birthday party. 

Why have I chosen to talk about this now? I am sharing this story now because in 1-ish weeks I will be turning 36. For those of you who cannot read between the lines - this year is the Twentieth Anniversary of my Sixteenth Birthday. I have lived to tell, I have lived to tell…
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Friday - A Fridge Friday post and a little about last Friday not about my fridge.

My fridge has been a mess for awhile. As a result I have been tapping into the “stacking” skills I learned in preschool. However, one can only stack and maneuver so much (plus, eggs are not so fond of being at the bottom of the stack…) before the inevitable needs to happen… cleaning.  Look at my poor fridge, she’s begging for a little TLC:

Being the good fridge-keeper I know I can be, I dug in my heels and began emptying the fridge. My rubric: 1) Anything with fuzz must go. 2) If it’s original color wasn’t green, it must also go. 3) If it slimed, gone. 4) Curdled? Also, GONE.

Now, a little problem that I have is… what’s the word? Oooh, shiny… What? Oh, yes. I lack FOCUS. So in the midst of behaving in a manner suited to a responsible grown-up, I got distracted. I was distracted by thyme… 

This was not the first time thyme and I have done a photo shoot

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Make Me Laugh Monday - 80’s style

 Today we are going to flashback to the 80’s… say, 1988 or so. The year I turned 16. Ya know, October 2008 is the 20th anniversary of my 16th birthday. Of course the only way to observe one’s 20th anniversary of one’s 16th birthday - is to throw one really big pzarty! 

Which brings me to ask this question: What is a party without music? “No party at all!” I say! So I have been digging through my cassette tapes iTunes library, and have been making a few select iTunes purchases, thus assuring my party will be the rockin’est.

Thanks to my tireless research, have I uncovered a DOOZIE! I don’t even know if most people remember this song because it was ridiculously horrible. And by “horrible”, I don’t mean the lyrics were offensive - I mean - The. Song. Was. Horrible! The singing, the rapping, the dancing, the… 3 words - Not. So. Much.

I will say this though, the bass was kickin’ yo. I think that was why I liked this song… I let the bass pound - cruisin’ the Visalia strip - flirtin’ with boys - in my mid-80’s Subaru.. You are going to lose so much respect for me after this… Now, I give you “Supersonic” by J.J. Fad. Yep. It’s rap. 

Since I have already sunk so low, what do I have to lose? Let’s continue, shall we? It gets worse. Continue reading ‘Make Me Laugh Monday - 80’s style’

I love me my music…

and Myra at We Make Three recently asked if I would like to be part of her very fun and very brilliant musically-minded weekly post - Mixtape Monday. I! Know!

In keeping with the bent of my personality - I said, “Yes!” I mean, a whole post about ME and music and ME? Like, of course! I love to serve my public. I’m a giver. I was born that way. My middle name? Giver. Mmmm-hmmm…

Aaaaanyways… on Mixtape Monday, Myra features a different blogger who has made the world a better place all due to her fabulous taste in music  and his/her top ten songs on his/her iPod. Mixtape Monday - isn’t that a great title! Isn’t that a great idea?! Oh, AND she asked for a picture. Dudes, I totally grabbed a picture that one of The Retro people took at one of their gigs. I was all “in the zone”, either dancing with myself or rockin’ the Casbah. Or both.

You want to know my top ten? I’m not telling! You ned to go visit Myra at We Make Three! Oh, and leave a comment - it’s like a virtual hug! Give her a hug for me!!! Go there as I do my part to spread the linky-love that makes to blog-world go-round in perfect circles… and also to read all the yummy, lovey, ever-so-true things she wrote about Me - lil’ ‘ol Me!

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Me and Lance Armstrong - Same!

O.K., MAYBE that is a slight exaggeration. 

  1. I am a woman and he is a man. 
  2. He has prolly no body fat and I have… do.

BUT, for  a brief moment (approximately 10-20 seconds) I was Just. Like. Lance. Armstrong. You see, it is rumored he races at 95% of his maximum heart-rate. And for 10-20 seconds, I raced at 95% of mine! BFF, Lance!

On Saturday my sister and I ran in a local 4 mile race. Picture. Picture. We were so race-ready, on the heels of disco-ing away Friday night at a local casino. We danced from 9 to 1:30 - and only took breaks when the band did. And might I mention it is imperative that one maintains adequate hydration when one is disco-ing like a fool the night before a race.. and only gets 5.5 hours of sleep.

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