I caught The Dixie Chicks’ new video, “Not Ready to Make Nice” (You can watch it here), this morning, and was blown away.
I just ended that sentence in a preposition, and as many of you know, that is a big deal for those of us here at kerrianne.org. But I was blown away. And there [...]

For about a month I’ve been itching to visit an antique store that is closed on the only two days of the week I don’t work.
I like to occasionally engage in the perusing of that which is classic and timeless other people’s long-ago used junk, mostly because I have grand aspirations of one [...]

I’ve never seen your face and yet I have an overwhelming desire to throw my fist into it. Or at least, to tie your shoe-laces together while you are otherwise preoccupied.
You are the grown adult woman suing my babycarrot sister for nudging your back bumper THREE YEARS AGO. You are the grown adult woman who [...]

The recent news release that there has been e-coli detected in the water supply to which I am privvy. The water supply that I tapped today to consume at least four glasses of water, before a special notice was taped to my front door. Before the aforementioned e-coli outbreak warning was released to the general [...]

This afternoon I witnessed a woman attempt to stop oncoming 35mph traffic by sticking her baby-stroller out into the middle of the street. But the most amazing part about the whole situation was how she acted as if it were the most logical way for her and her infant to quickly cross the street.
Newsflash Crazy [...]

For me a book store is typically a rip-roaring, out of your seat and on your feet adventure in decision-making. An adventure on which I usually heartily and quite frequently embark.
That isn’t to say I always leave the book store in question after having made a particularly pleasing decision.
I have been known to spend hours [...]

The way I can’t seem to hear the difference between 56, and 66 today. As in I, Cruella DeVille, was born in 1956, making me a whole ten years younger and a whole ten years more offended, than John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith, born in 1966, when you, Apparently Deaf Lady, incorrectly transcribe my year of [...]

Unbeknownst to anyone, including yourself, run over a screw or two sometime on Tuesday and allow the air to leak slowly out of your back left tire all night long, so that, when you walk outside to start your car in the morning, with visions of actually arriving fifteen minutes early for your shift dancing [...]

A day in the life of The Girl With A Headcold In The Middle Of July, as remembered from the fuzzy medicine induced haze that was yesterday:
6am: awake with visions of a pirate ship and Gene Hackman dressed as Johnny Depp still floating in my head.
6:02am: realize that the pirate ship I dreampt about last [...]

Dear Guy Who Changed My Oil But Not Before He First Tried To Sweet-Talk His Way Into My Checkbook,
I know that your shameless flirting has so much less (and arguably nothing) to do with me and my outward appearance, as much as it does to do with your desire to somehow add another fifty dollars [...]