I didn’t actually ever mention it, unless you count daily organizational tags “mentioning.”
Which (of course) I totally don’t, and I wouldn’t have even used them, but my brain is a mess rocky, barren place organized chaos of maps and folders and sub-folders labeled for your convenience, you’re welcome my sanity, most likely. Thus, not (overly) [...]

Pet peeves. We all have them, whether we can list them in order of most peevish or not. (I can’t. I love lists, and list-making, but I’ve never been good with ordering them.) They aren’t particularly bright and shining moments in our repertoires of patience, understanding and good will toward men, but they are real, [...]

Yesterday I asked for, and thus received, wonderful feedback on the previous color schemes (myriad shades of pink and purple for those just joining, or for those of you like that one guy, in that one movie, who merely dabbles in short-term memory) and the current design and lay out of kerrianne.org. (Thank! you, so [...]

Someone once said, “There is thin line between love and hate peace and war obscurity and greatness a really ugly site design and a lovely one.”
I am herein wondering: Which is mine? And I promise you I am not posting this because I’m needing a head pat or an ego boost. (Although, who am I [...]

Many a moon ago the floral-laden Mrs. Daisy tagged me for a “five things you don’t know about me” meme. More recently, but still quite a few moons past (I am nothing if not prompt), the wonderfully bohemian Jeanine tagged me for a Stuart Smalley sort of game, wherein you freely admit to liking [...]

Thanksgiving, the holiday, is difficult for my family. More specifically, it’s difficult for my grandmothers, on both my mom’s and my dad’s sides of the family.
For one grandmother the day is filled with family, with daughters who have grown and formed families of their own. And while there are truly so many blessings to count, [...]

Chris, after waiting on hold for many a minute with server support two days ago:
“I wish they had an option that said: ‘Hit three if you don’t want to hear our shitty hold music.’”

On Thursday Chris and I packed up (our entire existence, which mostly revolves around) Iggy, and a change of clothes, and headed an hour and a forty-five minutes in the sunlit direction of The Oregon Coast, to spend Thanksgiving with babycarrot sister and brother Will. It was an amazing trip, for so many reasons, not [...]

Here’s to copious amounts of family, friends and stuffing. I hope your Thursday was a memorable and tasty one.
Tune in tomorrow, wherein I provide photographic proof that Iggy is, in fact, a real dog. A real dog that can walk down long stretches of Oregon coastline and not get eaten by bigger hungrier dogs.

Of sequins and fleece:
Sarah Jessica Parker,
will you sign my sock?
She licked her fabric;
Sarah Jessica Parker!
My top smells like spit.