How beautiful you are
like the color inside an ear
like a conch shell
like a Modigliani nude
-Sandra Cisneros, from Once Again I Prove the Theory of Relativity

In dreams the origami of the brain
opens like a fist, a pomegranate,
an expensive geometry.
-Sandra Cisneros, from Night Madness Poem

Choose your weapon.
Mine–the telephone, my tongue.
Both black as a gun.
-Sandra Cisneros, from Night Madness Poem

Damn these damn
hours between me,
you. Cities and deserts
and hours and hours that widen
like dreams. And dreams that narrow
like bridges. And seconds
endless as all of Texas
lethargic and thick
under the dogday heat.
-Sandra Cisneros, En Route to My Lover I Am Detained by Too Many Cities and Human Frailty

On Tuesday of this week we trekked to the FloriBama coastline, to bask in the 90 degree heat, and to generally just cover ourselves with sand and salt water.
Upon driving to said coastline Chris was so excited he was about to wet his pants.

Ok, so I made up the pants-wetting part. He was more just [...]

Spunky neighbor boy, age 6ish:
“Hey Mom? Is this a new one? Is this is a new ball?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Momma? Watch this, ok?”
Little boy kicks his soccer ball in the air and then gushes:
“Yesss! TOUCHdown!”
A few minutes later, helmet and elbow pads employed:
“Mom, it’s a HUFFY bike. It’s a HUFFY.”
“Mmm hmmm. Nolan, bring it out [...]

Step One: Email me at kerri at kerrianne dot org,
or at kladish at gmail dot com.
I check my email compulsively, and, while I will admit to having occasional composition retardation, I am typically good at responding to any emails received in a timely fashion.
Or, you can IM me: FapL14 (aol-style)

“A bunch of guys dared us to skinny dip in the ocean, and I got stung by something you know where. But we made $300 dollars that night.”
“And how many of you were there?”
“Five.”
“Shit, ma. That’s nothing. That’s like $60 per person.”
“Yeah, really. That’s like $30 a booby.”
This place is awesome.

Videos like this make me happy. They also make me laugh so hard so as to become dangerously close to stomach-hurting glee and potentially peeing my pants in sheer entertainment. (Thanks! Chris.)
Memo to David Hasselhoff: Try your hand at comedy. Or just make more videos. Preferably videos in which you mock fly, and mock dance [...]

Yessss!
First Super Bowl appearance in Seattle franchise history. Dominating the NFC Championship game. Allowing Steve Smith to run for less than fifty yards in four quarters of play.
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Also: Seahawks fans are the coolest.