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Vlogging on the mind, and self-promotion.

So. I am all a-dither thinking about my new career as a vlogger. But I am a little confused too. Is it a “vlog” if my video is a post on my blog? Or would it be considered a “vost”? Just thinkin’ here.

Meanwhile… I have done a bit of research on vlogging. If I am going to launch into this new world, I want information. I want to do it right, and do it well. I found a delightful young lady on Youtube — LOOinLONDON. I found her vlog on vlogging to be VERY educational. Please watch this video, then you will know the burden we vloggers *ahem*… carry…

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Warning: self-promotion…

Do you love me? Do you? Or do you just like me? Tolerate me? I’m cool with toleration… but if you love me — prove it please prove it. And if you just tolerate me, I’m cool if you pretend you love me, but just this once… I am all about keepin’ it real, unless a prize is at stake — as is the case here… 
 
I’ll only ask you once. Today. Voting ends November 30th. Don’t delay. Act now. All you have to do is click on that pretty little badge, register at DivineCaroline and vote. What do YOU get for your effort? Not sure. Prolly nothing but the internal gratification that you can check “good deed” off your list for today. However, I could win a Visa gift card and a bragger-badge. The money is great (YAY, Mama’s buying Christmas presents!), but the badge is better (YAY, ME!)…

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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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Make Me Laugh Monday: You May Bow And Exhault

So, the other day (7daysago) Paul and I sauntered into a cute little shop. In that shop I saw this sign:

I immediately began thinking of place to hang a sign that was OBVIOULSY crafted just for Me. I thought, “Can I make that into a necklace? Can I mount that somewhere on my car? Maybe I should just place it above the front door of my home…”

As my mind raced with options, my husband made his preference known,

WE SHOULD HANG THAT OVER OUR BED.

He is such a guy… and yes we should.

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Has anything made YOU laugh lately???

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Letting Go: Musings of a Mother

Before becoming a mom I never thought:

  • I’d allow MY children to wear a saggy diaper.
  • I’d yell at the sweet and innocent fruit of my loin.
  • I’d wear socks with flip flops, but only in emergencies…
  • I’d wonder if I had birthed the spawn of the devil. 

***The “threes” are the worst. Watch. Your. Back. Mark my words.***

  • I’d yell say things like, “No Cocoa Puffs until you finish your donut!”
  • I’d need to turn the music DOWN.
  • I’d consider dried (but wiped-up) spit-up on my shoulder a sign of “arrival”… importance.
  • I’d kiss their heads SO! MUCH! *swoon*

Nor did I ever think…
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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 have met my match.

And I am not speaking as if I were a single sock.

I am speaking of the great game of ping pong, also known as table tennis.

It has been 3 days since my last table tennis match, and my ankles are still aching. I could use my words to explain… Heaven knows I could come up with plenty, but I think I will go ahead and let my pictures do most of the “talking”.

You lookin’ at me? You better be wearin’ your mouth guard.

Whut, ladies? You don’t think I can take you?

That’s right. Take that!

And that!

And that!!!

Tired? I’m not tired. I suffer from narcolepsy. Yeah… narcolepsy…

Scorekeeping is for enemies! We practiced serving off the walls and ceilings, and despite a few aching muscles, we left the rec room smiling with no idea who won :)

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Make Me Laugh Monday - Communication

Greetings friends and lurkers! Today’s installment of MMLM has to do with communication. In the spirit of this concept I would like to communicate with you about what Make Me Laugh Monday is about… you can find this information at the end of this post. But first, I want to try to make you laugh… Priorities people, priorities!

I went to a marriage conference this weekend… All about love, and patience and communication. At the event, the speaker showed a HILARIOUS commercial. I knew this commercial would have to be today’s MMLM post.

Did that make you laugh? Did ya laugh? Did ya, huh? Huh? *giggling*

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A little more on the lovely colors of Fall…

… here in the Pacific Northwest. I  am so glad I got a picture of this tree. I pass by it and swoon many times a week. After forgetting to make sure my camera was in the car, numerous times… I remembered. Two short days after this picture was taken, all but a few rogue leaves had fallen to the ground.

This next picture was taken at a location near my neighborhood. As with the tree in the picture above, the leaves from the light orange tree fell to ground only days after I finally captured these trees at the peak of their beauty.

I hope you all had a delightful weekend :) I just returned from a wonderful weekend away with my husband and 4 other couples. This evening, I am tired… but feeling refreshed and undeserving of the blessings in my life. Also, I am a little sore. This weekend I discovered I have a deep passion for table tennis, along with a passion for creative table tennis serves. You can bet I’ll be posting pictures very soon. Sweet dreams… or good morning if you happen to be reading this not at night :)

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