tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-198460682012-01-31T15:18:36.252-08:00until you see a giant ratKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.comBlogger3951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-55833779984547079812012-01-20T12:50:00.001-08:002012-01-20T13:40:24.355-08:00

Every six months I take Jack to the cardiologist for a check up (which means roughly every five months and 29-30ish days I am in a terrible stressy mood and have to drink three glasses of wine or I am a beast) and so far, every six months have come with the very good news of, "No change." Now, with a situation that will not get better or improve, "no change" is absolutely what you want. However,

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-41365015197384751832011-07-12T12:40:00.001-07:002011-07-13T08:43:55.787-07:00

This morning I had a very important discussion with the head of Jack's camp... he is at a computer camp which costs approximately eleventy billion dollars and there was a rather massive hiccup yesterday and for eleventy billion dollars, I get involved...So I left the director a quite formal and adult voicemail last night and told him I would see him first thing in the morning and blah blah blah

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-91640961032819181562011-06-20T17:07:00.000-07:002011-06-20T17:53:21.405-07:00

I guess I've been in a "fit" phase which has nothing to do with "fitness" and everything to do with "snit" and am slowly falling back into a "start" but if I put one more thing in quotations this will be the quickest relapse into not writing in history.And with that jumble of a run on sentence I welcome myself back to the wonderful world of blogging and hope that someone out there remembers that

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-65102689907353022010-12-01T11:54:00.001-08:002010-12-01T19:10:37.329-08:00

I'm sitting around waiting for a delivery of wood that I didn't know was coming but Hugh thinks it's cute to schedule things during my day and not tell me but instead remember last minute and send me a BBM with a kissy face emoticon.I mentioned to a friend today that what I really need is a fat lip emoticon to send back because this hour or so that I am killing waiting for wood was supposed to be

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-83133184637956540982010-11-15T09:01:00.000-08:002010-11-15T09:44:24.590-08:00

Jake and my Robot Baby Granddaughter, MartaLet's talk about the Robot Babies shall we?In theory, it's a super idea: Send 8th graders home with a robot baby and make them take care of them all weekend and they will see what pain in the ass a lot of work an infant is and thus be chaste or at least remember to use birth control in the please, God, very distant future.In reality, it sucks. At first

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-84170066389796661992010-11-09T13:02:00.001-08:002010-11-09T14:56:25.145-08:00

I picked Eva up from her dance class last night and as we walked out her little friend, Lila (Lily?) caught up with us and asked Eva, "Is this your mom?"I smiled at her and said, that yes, I was the mom and introduced myself to her dad (who was, um, 100 years old) and as we were all being chummy and friendly Lila (Lily) said, "Eva, I thought your mom would be brown like you are."Well... well

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-21172974736674857082010-10-28T08:56:00.000-07:002010-10-28T09:30:00.058-07:00

So I've had these 2 funny toes for years and it's from arthritis (hello! I'm 100!) and they've gotten worse and shoes are all uncomfy and stuff and so the podiatrist told me that it's quite easy to fix... a little incision and little bone removal and a few days of discomfort and Voila! Soooo easy.Tuesday morning found me popping a Xanax and taking my funny little toes to the podiatrist where

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-21869819087359293542010-10-08T08:46:00.000-07:002010-10-08T09:29:48.936-07:00

I've had a Twitter account since the spring of 2008 and in that time I've managed 19 tweets, 10 of which are REtweets and of those 10 retweets, 5 are at Jen. Like your mother and Facebook and your grandma with email, I cannot master nor even understand The Twitter.Which makes me :(Is the purpose of it to have conversations? How does it differ from FB?Every morning I watch those dingbats Dorothy

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-30805513663643147362010-10-06T09:26:00.000-07:002010-10-06T12:26:04.107-07:00

If you've been reading this blog, in it's many appellations, over the years you already know that I am nothing if not excellent at making an ass out of myself both in public and in private.It's a gift.In any case yesterday I decided to try belly dancing. I was going to be all:Only less purple.My thoughts on attempting la danse orientale were twofold: exercise (always a plus) and grace (I am

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-38024798251608045972010-10-04T08:47:00.000-07:002010-10-04T10:02:14.542-07:00

I'm no expert but I am in the very middle of it... one child about to turn 14 and another 6 months from 13... and I'm here to tell you that parenting a teen is very different experience.We all think, all new mommies, that it's beyond exhausting... the late night feedings, the teething, the tantrums... we repeat daily: there there, Mommy loves you, it's ok, here baby... we cannot imagine ever not

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-16000617276121839332010-10-01T10:09:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:03:23.513-07:00

I want to write and babble and that's really only because I went back and reread a lot of my old posts and I was all snivels about it because oh, all those baby memories of funny little children things and blah blah blah... but I've lost my mojo and my muchness (but not my mastery of the run-on sentence) and therefore am forced to begin slowly with teeny little blurbs of life on this here old

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-7581057336239373922009-09-30T09:47:00.000-07:002009-10-14T16:56:14.422-07:00

The extent of the damage across American Samoa and Samoa isn't yet known, but my heart is heavy with worry for the people and the island and the spirit that I was fortunate enough to experience this past summer.My holiday was more of a homecoming... it was a trip to a place of stories and legends and history and all the little pieces that make up my family... I didn't feel like a stranger in a

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-1052924181019759022009-09-16T19:05:00.000-07:002009-09-16T19:22:19.274-07:00

You'll have to forgive me if this makes little sense but I'm busy shooting tequila and it's making my mouth numb and my brain spinny.Why? WHY on a Wednesday night am I having such a mucho festive time? Because I am killing germs.The common cold, staph, herpes... you name it, I'm trying to poison it with cheap liquor.Because I am stupid.Because a letter came for my brother today and it wasn't

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-56842189723701875252009-09-08T12:04:00.000-07:002009-09-08T14:54:41.295-07:00

Today, for the first time in their academic "career", Jake and Jack left for school in regular clothes, (no uniforms anymore thankyouverymuch) and, for the first time, I didn't drive them, but instead, stood in my driveway drinking coffee and tried not to embarrass them... mission accomplished... they got on the bus, pretty sure they didn't say goodbye and off they went and now I officially have

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-85539613429229815602009-09-04T11:17:00.000-07:002009-09-04T11:24:23.159-07:00

Each and every time I sit down to blog something I lose my way and end up editing photos from 2007 or Swiffering up dog hair or trying to negotiate peace within the Chihuahua Nation... it's tragic really, how at 40, yes bitches, 40, my brain is less along the lines of a fully developed human and more akin to a preschooler's. The world is a shiny and distracting place my friends.In any case,

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-14573874622927570782009-07-21T11:07:00.000-07:002009-07-21T11:09:24.481-07:00

I'm blogging my trip to American and (Western) Samoa... come follow along.Talofa Samoa

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-19379052705160797262009-04-27T08:22:00.000-07:002009-04-27T08:50:08.948-07:00

Answer - In a Catholic school.Backstory.Today Jake's class left on a four day trip to the Grand Canyon. With the bus leaving promptly at 7:45.OOPS!Make that bus leaving promptly at 7:00.OOPS! Last minute change of plans... bus leaving at 6:30!Guess who never got the message? Guess who was enjoying a cup of coffee at 7:17 when the phone rang with a friend asking, "Is Jakey coming?!"The school (

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-32600722267982007082009-03-22T07:40:00.000-07:002009-03-22T15:31:45.290-07:00

My children did not have school on Friday... which is nothing unusual as despite the state of California mandating 185 academic days a year, my personal calendar clocks them at about 12. In the spirit of making the most of the 3 day weekend, Hugh took the boys up to Lake Mead for some boating/wake boarding/surf skiing fun times whilst Eva and I planned ourselves a few days of High School Musical

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-2199098110757002642009-03-19T08:29:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:57:23.612-07:00

I've been all over the Internet these past few days looking to read something that is not about AIG and all I can find are endless blogs about *whine* parenting hardships.No sleep! No nice restaurants! No good hair days!Whaaaa!!Is it wrong that I find myself yelling at the computer screen?Some of these mommies are on the 2nd, 3rd or even 4th child which means that they are on year infinity of

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-84973284583692524192009-03-16T15:42:00.000-07:002009-03-16T15:57:27.685-07:00

So, it's not quite the Devil's 3-way, but it's close. At least as close as a mommy blogger can get on a family friendly blog.Despite a tendency to say "fuck". Ooops! I mean, "f*ck".In any case, the whole Facebook, Real Life and Internet has been interesting... just as many of you, my friends from inside the magic MacBook are my FB friends, so too are my FB friends, the Real Life ones, now

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-29781062449202120402009-03-09T17:56:00.000-07:002009-03-09T18:17:27.106-07:00

This morning I had an appointment with my cardiologist. Now, I really love this man. He's as dry as the Sahara, yet I think maybe, with a couple of tequila shots, he would be the type of person who would surprise you by kicking ass at RockBand all the while talking about the summer of '82 when he followed The Dead around Europe. Of course, this is simply conjecture on my part, but you know...

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-34115330231914720872009-02-27T09:14:00.000-08:002009-02-28T18:44:14.313-08:00

Is there anything more annoying than a blogger who doesn't blog? Well, probably... traffic, Hosea from Top Chef and being out of French Vanilla creamer are things that immediately come to mind, ... however, for the intents and purposes of this conversation, I call myself out as annoying.So, this past month... I have nothing to say other than I am pretty sure I have developed adult onset ADD and

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-35990002786088793132009-01-26T08:27:00.000-08:002009-01-26T10:43:33.291-08:00

By the way, have you noticed there was no grace around these parts the past two days?  Let's just forget the math and assume that I am grateful but non-posty on weekends.Today I bring you the literary grace, which, wow, go ahead and try and narrow down your book love into 5 measly bullet points.... not easy.  However, I decided to try and focus on those books which brought more to my life than

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-22625940636100430872009-01-23T09:40:00.000-08:002009-01-23T09:56:55.370-08:00

Despite the whole Be Phat not Fat by 40 kick I am on, I want to be clear that I don't hate my body... in fact, here are 5 reasons I'm quite keen on myself:1. Babies. This body carried 2 healthy and strong and lovely babies into this world.2. Brain Power. Made me smart enough to realize that our family needed our EvaJun.3. Eyes. I think I have nice eyes. Can't see worth squat and am just

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-32065817106993969042009-01-22T08:45:00.000-08:002009-01-22T09:20:12.142-08:00

Today, I bring you the 5 things that have helped me survive almost 2 consecutive weeks of sick children.1. Children's Tylenol (grape flavor only)2. Facebook3. my Dyson4. the library5. cherry Chapstick

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-5332707844843699952009-01-21T10:21:00.000-08:002009-01-21T11:24:24.192-08:00

Schmutzie has issued a challenge - one year of posts called "Grace In Small Things". Every day for 365 days, I will post a list of five things that have graced my life, either on that day or at any time in my life. Feel free to join me. Or mock me. Or, you know, do whatever's in your heart. You can start on whatever day you want, so if you come across this six months from now, don't let that hold

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-63418870735908134812009-01-14T21:19:00.000-08:002009-01-15T08:30:50.314-08:00

Tonight my husband walked in with a bag from a framing store under his arm... apparently some .01 frame sale action was too good to pass up and he is going to hang some photos in his office... photos from a fishing trip that was taken, I believe, in 1987.They will hang next to other photos of other fishing trips, other boats and quite possibly other people's boats and aquatic excursions.Do you

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-29344479493877434462009-01-13T16:05:00.000-08:002009-01-14T07:54:37.171-08:00

Today I realized that I am a mere 7 months away from turning 40 and while one's only options seem to be aging or death (if anyone knows of a Plan C I'd love to hear it) it still gives a person pause to realize that 40 is looming and hovering and behaving basically the way 40 does which is vaguely threatening.Back off 40. You're not here for another 200 days or so and I have things to do before

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-364122138879342852008-12-22T05:56:00.000-08:002008-12-22T06:48:07.556-08:00

I have always thought of myself as a "boy mom". Perhaps it's having 2 sons so close in age (16 months apart. Yes, we know where babies come from. No, neither pregnancy was planned. Yes, we waited months to tell anyone I was pregnant with Jack because when you are carrying a 7 month old baby in one hand and holding a positive pee stick with the other you immediately become overwhelmed and know

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-24103010160885915082008-12-16T15:48:00.000-08:002008-12-17T09:17:50.694-08:00

Some of you might be wondering where I have been. Or maybe not, but it makes me feel warm and festive and, I don't know, Christmas-y to think my absence has been noticed so I am going to go ahead and tell you that I've missed you too.I almost deleted this blog forever FOREVER because I can tend to work myself up into dramatic fits of whatever and I tell you I was feeling like the type of person

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-20685279949573993792008-11-21T08:36:00.000-08:002008-11-21T09:21:49.826-08:00

Yes, the post from the wee hours of yesterday morning is gone baby gone. And we shall never speak of it again on this blog (and by "again" I mean, "this week") but I will tell you that I am encouraged and have stopped the nervous vomiting. We've done what we are supposed to and so far, no one is letting us down.You know why we won't speak of it? Because of f*cking Facebook that's why. Because

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-50563834052427690522008-11-18T00:01:00.000-08:002008-11-18T06:01:19.417-08:00

Hold onto your hats Internet, my oldest child, Jake, is 12 today.T.W.E.L.V.E.In honor of my firstborn's birthday, I give you... 12 Things You Wanted To Know About Jake But Were Afraid To Ask.1. Jake's due date was December 7 (Pearl Harbor Day) but the little darling showed up early.2. The child has curly hair and long eyelashes... he would have a been a beautiful girl but is an even more

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-55010009211804793112008-11-10T08:55:00.000-08:002008-11-10T09:47:01.884-08:00

*Other possible titles for this post:Kristin is a big dork and should stop reading teen romance novels.So, I just finished Twilight and yeah, Edward is pretty damn sexy... yummy and romantic and strong and... oh sorry, where was I?Bella and Edward? That intensity that obsession that inability to cope... ugh, so very teen.  So very first love.  So sweet and yet, ugh, so very get the hell over it.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-72330528341316855932008-11-08T07:04:00.000-08:002008-11-08T07:17:44.213-08:00

I have a problem Internet... I think some people I know and like vote "Yes" on Prop 8... the bill which passed and effectively bans marriage between gays and lesbians.They "protected traditional marriage".*sigh*I'm having a hard time getting over this one, Internet. I am having a hard time reconciling myself that some of my friends are what I call, bigoted.Heterosexuals have pretty much fucked

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-18865018383917902622008-11-05T16:30:00.000-08:002008-11-05T22:14:18.799-08:00

And it's in the form of a 20,000 square foot mecca to girlhood known as:*Oooohhh Aaaahhhh*It was Emma's 8th birthday, and she was forced by her mother nice enough to invite EvaJun to the party...Emma, Eilidh and Eva... giddy with head exploding-historical-figure-just-like-me-bitty-twin-dolly goodness.And so we loaded up Jenn's SUV and headed north to L.A.. complete with borrowed American Girl,

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-43674762350402857132008-11-04T15:21:00.001-08:002008-11-05T07:52:13.166-08:00

It's an exciting day...And no matter your choice, seeing record numbers of voters turning out... well, it has to make you proud to a part of this Country and maybe, this election, with all it's drama, will be an end of political apathy and a return to civic responsibility and an active investment of time and thought in our future.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-47332522694012235812008-11-03T04:57:00.000-08:002008-11-03T05:10:24.196-08:00

Remember when I had a review blog?I know, me either.But, it's back and I am kicking off with a review of a wonderful book, Somebody Else's Daughter, by Elizabeth Brundage.And there is the opportunity to win my copy (I did not dog ear any of the pages, I promise!) so click on over and have a gander... you'll be glad you did.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-78838366601098505142008-10-31T06:06:00.000-07:002008-10-31T07:48:08.495-07:00

Happy Halloween... do you have a toothache yet?I haven't even bothered to buy candy for the house, because:1. I will eat it.2. We never get more than 2 or 3 trick or treaters so we have become that family... you know, the one with the bowl on the porch? Only, instead of a wee sign reading "take one" our says, "take it as much as you want" because our Halloween candy options kind of suck and

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-27644409052522327932008-10-27T09:16:00.000-07:002008-10-27T15:58:01.381-07:00

Hey, we had a party! Dinner for 25... and it was fun and de.lic.ious!There were candles everywhere and flowers and lots of liquor and all sorts of cool beans people. Hugh turned to me at one point saying, "Damn, this is like a grown up party... suddenly, I'm all worried about the chicken."He had no reason to worry as one of our guests, a chef of all things, suggested that he open a restaurant.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-23576371371269924642008-10-23T21:58:00.000-07:002008-10-24T10:08:24.496-07:00

So I went and saw The Lady Doctor, Doctor for Ladies and now I have some f*cking expensive homeopathic cream and some supplements but what I really wanted was DRUGS and PILLS and PLEASE, but no, instead I got the old, "Let's not forget you are a 39 year old woman with a cardiologist in her life..." and I was all, "Cardiwhaaa?" because I often like to forget that I am a 39 year old woman with a

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-48093046698793388682008-10-21T16:02:00.000-07:002008-10-22T16:13:51.507-07:00

Because it is! A black pot.But, I now wish I had opted for a pot with some sort of detail or texture because what I am left with is a replica of the standard landscape pots plants arrive in... only without the chalky text telling you what it is and how much it cost.So, pot is painted and Meyer Lemon mini-tree is re-potted but pot is blah so I am heading out today to find some of that drapey

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-74340169232962655502008-10-20T10:49:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:12:05.135-07:00

Tired of looking at the same post for days... me too!Oh Internet, we're so simpatico.It's been an interesting few days around these parts as the menfolk are off on a weekend of waterskiing and wakeboarding and general tomfoolery and Eva and I have been doing our thing which translates into donughts and Princess movies.When Hugh is gone, I luxuriate in that first night of hogging all the pillows

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-52026919999563318422008-10-16T10:59:00.000-07:002008-10-16T16:01:58.115-07:00

I am not the same woman my husband married.  In some ways this is a good thing.  I am kinder and easier going and I can cook.I have developed some talents that I didn't know I had, but I have also had to humble myself a few times...But, physically, I am not the woman my husband married.I am a fatter version of that girl... not a fat girl, but chubbier than the slip of a thing who walked down the

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-53771573219995464292008-10-15T07:35:00.001-07:002008-10-15T07:40:37.595-07:00

Dear Diary,I am the luckiest girl in the world, Diary. My husband is handsome and successful and my children are smart and kind and I love them all to pieces! The world should explode from this much slobbery goodnessSo, Diary, how come when they left this morning, the children for school and Hugh for work, I high fived the trash man, locked the door behind them and danced a jig with the dog?The

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-45151252707274880842008-10-13T19:57:00.000-07:002008-10-14T05:44:31.771-07:00

Hugh and I are pretty open with our kids about what is happening in the world and in particular, with this election... we've watched the debates with them, talked endlessly about the issues facing us and our country and they have been subjected to my screeching, "LISTEN TO THIS!" as I read aloud from The Huffington Post or Andrew Sullivan, more times than I care to admit.Clearly we are a

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Is it possible to be sliding into dementia at the young youngish age of 39?In the past week alone I have shown up late for a doctor's appointment (I forgot about it), missed Jack's parent-teacher conference because I got the time wrong and this morning... well, let me tell you about this morning.The back story would be a very friendly email I received from a new friend asking if I was interested

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This morning, while curling my hair, a bee (fly?) flew into the bathroom and landed on my arm... the very arm which happened to be attatched to the hand which was holding the curling iron.I panicked and jerked said arm to dislodge bee (fly?), but, as my hair was all twirled up and right next to my scalp, all I managed to do was release my hold on the curling iron... smacking myself on the head

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See, it's not so bad, in fact you can hardly see it.... it goes lower but you can't see it because this is a family blog. Yours will be even prettier if you are good and remember to wear sunscreen all the time. You'll be fine. I promise.Here's how it goes... you show up early. Like the crack of dawn, but that's ok because you won't have slept the night before... you'll have taken a shower with

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Instead, tell me how you handle arguments with your spouse.Are you the giver (me) or receiver of the silent treament?A yeller, a pouter a cool cucumber?Do you lash out via shopping sprees or golf weekends?I'm making a list.P.S. Hugh is in the clear... this is more of my nosiness and part of my Evil Master Plan a little something I am tinkering with...

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We're massively into Halloween around here... this year I have a whole theme I am working on which seems to not include orange... I have clearly lost my mind as I have actually packed away boxes of whatsits and do-dads in order to more fully give the house over to "the season".The girl and I made a wreath for the front door... seriously, made. A. Wreath. Halloween deserves a wreath! With a

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-58913627759361267922008-10-03T16:01:00.000-07:002008-10-03T16:57:04.431-07:00

First, we wrote every name on an index card... if you entered more than once, you got more than one card... we're very fair here at the House of Fun & Games.Next, each name was folded and dropped into our seasonally appropriate bucket.Finally, the moment of truth... with a little help from my lovely assistant...We have a winner! Congratulations, Carol! I will put you in touch with Jacqueline of

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Like, OMG, Random.org was all, "Please inquire for 3rd party draw" and I am like, no way, so seriously, like, now, you have to check back? Tonight?Ok?Cuz like the kids? Have to, you know, print out like your names and you know, fold them on paper? That's like, the same size?And, ok, pull like the names out of like, you know, a hat?Ok, so like, see you around 4.

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Dear Beloved Children,Oh, how I love you. I look at each of you and marvel at your wonderfulness... my luck! My joy! My heart!My aching friggin' back.Darlings, there are a few little things that we need to discuss.For example - this an image of our dishwasher...It has no lock. I am not the only person with the combination to it's goodness.If you use a plate, bowl, utensil (those would be

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Have you ever wondered what you and Brooke Burke, other than washboard abs and celebrity fame, have in common?Well, for one of you, it is going to be this darling and fashionable tank top.Jacqueline Agosta of Lucky Me Tee has generously offered one of these sexy shirts to an It's All Fun & Games reader and all you have to do to enter is leave a comment.The winner will have their choice of size

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-75562809189067832382008-09-29T09:52:00.000-07:002008-09-29T10:43:22.080-07:00

Methinks it's a subtle hint that he wants to ski this year...The best thing about this photo is that I think I am pretty sure I am in the middle of a hot flash.So, speaking of hot flashes... what the hell are you doing about them?  I just have that weird thing going on where, when I get hot, I can't cool off... it's like I just had a shower and it's not pretty.At all.Also, the mood swings are a

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-6124152686507888592008-09-27T17:21:00.000-07:002008-09-27T17:23:26.092-07:00

Report back from first school dance -Danced all night... every song.Damn.  Growing up... it's pretty cool.

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Crumb.On Wednesday, as I was heading out to the playground to pick Eva up from school, I held the door open for a mom and her 2 kids... well, she just breezed through, chatting with her children about something or other and didn't acknowledge me... no eye contact, no smile and certainly no thanks.Which is annoying.So, I muttered, (in what I thought was a low voice) as I passed through, a snarky,

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-11500085881519004582008-09-24T11:14:00.000-07:002008-09-24T12:14:36.640-07:00

This morning Jack left for a few days at "Astro Camp".From now until Friday he will do all manner of fun things including a space walk simulation done in the pool, some zip line action and evening star walks where you, wait for it, turn. Off. Your. Flashlight.So last night, we had a little Bon Voyage dinner... taco salad prepared by the traveler and eaten in the courtyard.Do you see the small

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-91402721320159224662008-09-22T19:11:00.000-07:002008-09-23T08:22:23.978-07:00

...and my husband, love of my life, father of my children, my best friend and ultimate confidante, might, and I stress the might, be fast approaching one of his very own.However, to be fair, I think many who work in various aspects of real estate are currently considering those roads not taken... roadie for Metallica... first mate on a fishing boat... boy toy to older and wealthy woman...But ye

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-14438887704365995332008-09-20T09:57:00.000-07:002008-09-20T10:27:11.382-07:00

Nino, the talented and lovely woman behind one of my favorite blogs, Cease Cows, Life is Short, has launched a new space on the Internet: The Happy Blog.She says: I’ve often thought of hosting a blog that focused on the lighter things in life. Because, let’s face it: that’s what we live for. Life is life. Sure, there are trials and tragedy and stress and inconveniences but when you think about

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-22639447890224914692008-09-19T09:06:00.000-07:002008-09-19T10:34:24.306-07:00

Yesterday, walking out of school, Eva and her sweet little friend, Marie, were running in that crazy way small people do, which is to say they were all entwined and chugging down the hall at full tilt boogie pace, and so it was truly no surprise when they bit the dust and ended up on the ground.Eva's friend was a bit banged up and she was crying like any normal exhausted 4 year old and she was

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-27535003025012652502008-09-18T22:18:00.000-07:002008-09-19T09:05:59.175-07:00

Would it be weird to admit that I am so into hummus right now that I only eat things that I can somehow make work with this blendy chickpea treat?Turkey and hummus? Awesome!Pretzels and hummus? Better!Hummus and a spoon? Soooo happy!You'd think I was preggers. But, um, pretty sure I need a uterus for that little stunt.But, hey... probably you didn't come round to hear me babble about food, so

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-33246369686858685312008-09-17T10:08:00.000-07:002008-09-17T10:33:38.822-07:00

Mistake number 1 would be watching the Rachel Zoe Project on Bravo. Mistake number 2 would be liking Taylor, the control freak rather bitchy assistant.Mistake number 3 would be knowing that I won't be able to control myself from saying, "kills it", "I die" and "bananas". They're too excellent/lame to pass up...Mistake number 4 would be sadly realizing that HELLO. I own the "Rachel Zoe" look and

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-88162026572833374032008-09-16T04:10:00.000-07:002008-09-16T04:15:42.321-07:00

As in, "place to vent/worry/bemoan/wonder".Well, what about an outlet to be grateful... has it become so cynical that it's bad form to gush about all the good?I think not.My husband just told me that I am the most important person in his life... I am amazing and he is sorry if he sometimes lets me forget it...I am in love.Now, go kiss someone.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-26944870811654535032008-09-15T08:01:00.000-07:002008-09-15T08:27:22.751-07:00

Has anyone else heard of dog's having, shall we, to be delicate, say, stomach issues, as a side effect from Advantage? Also, omg - The Tudors? Sob! Can you tell how I spend my mornings? I awaken, flip on the coffee and start the process of getting the children up and ready... once they leave (and hello! that sucks! i like my people HOME.) sit down with a cup of coffee and view one of the

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Aren't they... these are the days that mean something... the people that mean something and these are the things we fight for and strive for and these are the things that we want to go on... to be a part of and nurture and sometimes we behave as though it's such a sacrifice, an imposition, a strain... but what else is there?  What else could mean so much?  I've spent a lot of time bemoaning the

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-17346221856410196772008-09-12T07:48:00.000-07:002008-09-12T09:04:05.505-07:00

Last night, as my family and I walked our dogs around the neighborhood, saying hello to neighbors and checking out the gardens and talking about Van's blog post (I know, it's like bringing your work home)... for those of you too lazy to click over, there was an overriding theme about choosing happiness... that choosing to be happy is harder than being miserable.It's easier to be unhappy... it's

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-47580279216190288402008-09-11T07:58:00.000-07:002008-09-11T08:23:44.245-07:00

Eva bathed by candlelight last evening as every single bulb in her bathroom (apparently 6 recessed fixtures, in our home, equals total darkness) was burned out... in typical Diva fashion, she loved it and now plans to always bathe by fairy light. 

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-21696068429763952242008-09-10T08:06:00.000-07:002008-09-10T08:15:36.075-07:00

So that whole posting every day thing? Well, I think a new record of missing the very first day has been set - does it count when you blow your own plan?Meh, I think not... it's hard, you know, to post sometimes... because I just can't say what is on my mind... these are some weird times for me... exciting in some ways and really difficult in others...how come nothing is ever all good at the

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-19897209756930711892008-09-07T19:25:00.000-07:002008-09-08T09:56:22.229-07:00

Holy smokes! A month? It's been a month (more) since I last posted? Did you think I had died from old age? Damn... well, let's just wrap up the last four weeks with the following statement: August: it was fun!Seriously, Hawaii is always good... mai tais are good and the surfing of the children was good and the family visiting was good and the bon dancing was good and you know... good.And

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-37418101813937068162008-08-05T16:13:00.000-07:002008-08-05T19:42:53.381-07:00

On Friday, my mother and I took the kids to see The Mummy, Tomb of the Dragon Emperor, and while we were in line at the concession stand, minding our own damn business, the dumbfuck, motherfucker, asswipe, dipshit guy behind me looks at Eva, and asks me, "Is she your granddaughter?"GRANDDAUGHTER???And then my head exploded but not before I whipped out my AK-47 and blew him to stupid dust.Ok,

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com48tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-23540876536197248252008-08-01T10:52:00.000-07:002008-12-09T00:12:07.528-08:00

This is a Googled image of a Man - O - War which approximates the size and look of the creature which nailed my younger son yesterday about the ankles...One minute, laughing and playing, the next much shrieking and perhaps some howling...Although the "OH F*CKS!" were all me.Thus ended our first day at the beach.Rum drink anyone?

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I would like to personally take a moment and thank the fellow in the seat across from Jake and Jack for his choice in fashion... after all, had his tee not proudly proclaimed, in bold capital letters, "Guitarist Are Better At Fingering", I would have missed out on a slightly uncomfortable conversation with my pre-teenage sons.  And that would have been sad.You'll be happy to know they found you

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-67979955736649413772008-07-29T22:04:00.000-07:002008-07-29T22:15:57.230-07:00

It's 10:04 PST and I have just wrapped up my packing... and by "my" and mean myself and the kids... I give them lists of what needs to be in their bags, but I have to double check EvaJun as last December we arrived in NYC to 30+ degree weather and a suitcase suspiciously lacking in turtlenecks... turns out those pesky ribbed shirts of warmth were "taking up too much room" and were removed by her

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-38802960501023855592008-07-28T08:08:00.000-07:002008-07-31T09:31:15.209-07:00

 Let's lighten things up a little shall we?  It's been a bit heavy over here at Fun & Games, and probably the best way to get us back on track is to once again let you all know how I am able to make an a** out of myself doing the most basic of things...But, before moving on, I want to thank all of you for your support vis a vis my troll as well as your amazing compassion regarding my post on

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-39140895047789693762008-07-25T08:20:00.001-07:002008-07-25T09:03:45.222-07:00

I've just come from Issa's... go read it so you know what I am talking about... I'll wait for you.***A miscarriage is one of those things that people will say is "for the best" or "wasn't meant to be" or "God's will"... very few say what you want them to say which is, "This is so f*cked up!"Like Issa, I was 14 weeks when I lost my 3rd child.  Past the magic "12" week number... in the safety zone!

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Email is one of those things that while simplifying our lives to a great extent...  also suffers from the "Lost in Translation" syndrome.  Statements that were perhaps not meant to be, come across as extremely hostile, nosy, or even cruel.This is not an adoption blog.  This is barely a "mommy blog" unless you are supremely literal and then you may consider that I am a mom and I blog.  This is a

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-20031767485309872682008-07-22T07:28:00.000-07:002008-07-22T07:49:40.589-07:00

Step 1 - Begin drinking early - like say, 4 o'clock in the afternoon.  Blame child for early drinking.  Girl child wanted to see Mamma Mia and so you did and felt so full of ABBA goodness that you...Step 2 - Answered a phone call from a friend whose children were in need of a swim and instead of just saying, Of course, come over!  You say, Of course, come over and bring some wine...Step 3 - Send

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-35383377921221102092008-07-18T07:32:00.000-07:002008-07-18T07:32:56.803-07:00

When heading to the polls this fall, what is your biggest concern and who do you think has the best plan to address your worries?Are you, in the face of this economic crisis, considering crossing Party lines?Feel free to post "Anonymous".

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-89360437322536937252008-07-17T08:59:00.000-07:002008-12-09T00:12:07.887-08:00

Imagine if you will, opening your dryer and realizing the clothes are still damp... you clean out the lint trap, shut the door and reset the dryer for another 30 minutes.One half hour later you hear the buzzer, ignore it, and go about your business, eventually pulling out the now dried for almost 2 hours clothing.You go about folding shirts and underwear and socks and jeans when you feel

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-59423037660163705852008-07-15T03:21:00.000-07:002008-07-15T03:48:48.304-07:00

Please notice the time stamp on this post - not an error... I am up, for the second night in a row, at the most ridiculous of hours because the dog, the very same dog I recently took up for, has decided that a pee at 2 am is de rigueur.Hugh can sleep through anything, a fact which I could document in excruciating detail, beginning in 1993 with our first puppy, leading into 1996 and the birth of

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-32923319473909327732008-07-11T03:17:00.000-07:002008-12-09T00:12:08.044-08:00

So, just maybe snapping like an angry turtle getting annoyed at Jack's friend who was scared of Jones was kind of mean... but come on - a chihuahua?There I was, trying to have a conversation with the pool man, and I had to excuse myself to tend to the shrieking 11 year old... the one paralyzed by fear... because Jones was in the living room!  On the couch!  And holy cripes, looking at him!And

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-57781127619216651122008-07-10T10:51:00.000-07:002008-07-10T11:24:27.353-07:00

Wayyyy back in October, I questioned you all about Date Nights... do you have one and if so, how often?  My other question for you is this - does Date Night mean just the two of you, or do you sometimes/often invite others to join you?Hugh and I go out a couple of times a month... and without exception, we are with another couple, if not couples... it's great to be able to catch up with each

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Exhibit 1Yours TrulyExhibit 2 Blog reader and occasional commenter, but steadfast refuser of actual blogging, Marisa, emailed me the above photos of Blythe dolls.She knows I am a big fan of these dollies and their pink hair, changeable eyes and kick ass fashion sense, and that, despite the historical significance of American Girls with their morals and movies and tea parties, EvaJun will be

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Eva has been nothing less than obsessive these past weeks about wanting to ride a horse and she mentions it as often as possible. I don't know where the idea sprang from but I am putting the blame squarely on the shoulders of, Horseland, a Princesses and Their Ponies coloring book and her girlfriend, Ruby, the blonde horsewoman of Newport Beach.The desire to ride a horse has found it's way into

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-12602574196952817202008-07-02T14:57:00.000-07:002008-09-08T09:27:39.414-07:00

Months ago I signed up for and got myself a shiny new Facebook account... after all, how could I miss out on the opportunity to connect with people I went to high school and college with and didn't like enough then to stay in touch?Seriously, the only friends I have on Facebook are people I know and talk to now... like my neighbor and the woman I carpool with.I did nothing to gussy up my profile.

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-86898583184534111862008-07-01T08:24:00.000-07:002008-12-09T00:12:08.979-08:00

I have started 5 new posts since last week, yet none of them make it past the second paragraph, or, in most cases, the second sentence.Summer brain along with summer blues?Probably... although the blues are on their way out...Things are slowing down around here... once the freakish heat wave of doom broke everything seemed less hateful and I was able to walk past the clutter without breaking out

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At the end of the day, a day which has been spent ignoring the rising gas prices and instead driving your children around to their various activities whilst turning a blind eye to your ever depleting fuel tank, are you ever just like, WTF?Do you ever sit on the couch and look at the pile of coloring books and the half empty soda cans and the backpack blocking the doorway and just want to scream?

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-59228184483034772272008-06-24T15:08:00.000-07:002008-06-25T17:59:20.099-07:00

Is there some biological reason that boy children cannot keep track of their things???  

Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15120658117796151128noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19846068.post-18521722059882587382008-06-23T08:33:00.000-07:002008-06-23T09:49:01.346-07:00

How do you describe blogging to someone who is perplexed by the idea of putting it "all out there" on the Internet?The "why?" and the "what's the point?" and the "is it ego driven?" My answer was along the lines of "Um, cuz... there is stuff to say and you know, the uh? support? and um, you know..."

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Now, I don't know if I have mentioned this, but we have been without a housekeeper since February and to be honest, it sucks ass.Especially as summer is upon us and that means the tidy scale is about to tip dangerously towards mess and clutter...However, since February and the launch of the campaign known as "Kristin Learns to Balance Her Checkbook: Stops Being an A$$hole", I have learned a few

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So, you're saying that she is an unmedicated schizophrenic and that's why you're here filling out the application?Supermarket manager to mother of potential employee.

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The other day my 11 year old child looked me straight in the eye and asked, Mom, do I smell?I was all huh?  Why?  Come here and let me take a whiff.  I stuck my nose right up in his tween pit and announced, with all honesty, that he did not smell.... yet, but yes, the day was coming when he would probably be a little ripe and did he want to get a head start and buy deodorant?Well, he told me...

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Yesterday, as I heard Jack coming out of the bathroom, I reflexively called out, "Soap & Water!"Jack sighed loudly, stomped down the hall and informed me that he is 10 and he knows to wash his hands thankyouverymuch.He went on to say, Mom, when you die, your gravestone is going to read: Soap & Water!And, Jake, chimed in, Sit Properly So The Seatbelt Can Do It's Job!or, Jack added, I don't work

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Imagine my surprise to find out that a very nice couple, whom I have known for about 10 years, the kind of couple where the Christmas newsletters are written in rhyme and the outgoing message on the voice mail changes with the seasons, is splitting up because of the numerous affairs he has had throughout their marriage.Yes, while she was having babies and creating a home for her family, her

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Why?Summer School - $275Tennis Clinic - $176Golf Camp - $400Jr. Guards - $270Surf Camp - $896 x 2Tickets to Hawaii - $727 x 5 Kidney in good shape... will throw in 1/2 liver for special price... all reasonable offers will be considered.

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For the second time in a mere few weeks I walked a red carpet, and, for the second time in a mere few weeks, I was completely ignored by the paparazzi... rat bastards.However, for Omarosa? Well, they practically killed themselves to get a photo op  with her, and, if we're being truthful, her rather awesome cheetah print Dolce & Gabbana.And for Bai Ling?  More of the same... as in, OMFG, it's BAI

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You folks are rough... the emails with the LISTS of BLOGS YOU HATE and bloggers who should throw away their laptops for the good of all mankind... well, maybe it should be cocktail hour in your house about now?  Hmmm?  A glass or 3 of wine always makes things happier...In other news, Hello.  My name is Kristin and today my children were asses nightmares difficult.  As in pains in the arse.  As in

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Let's just say that there are several BIG and POPULAR and READ BY MANY blogs that I think sort of suck... or, to be kinder, ain't worth the bother.Am I alone in this assessment, or do you read the BIG and POPULAR and READ BY MANY blogs and think, wow, that blogger is kicking ass!  Or, do you think, meh, what's the fuss all about?Don't be mean, I don't want any titles or urls.** let me just

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What' a girl to do?  George and Sarah have broken up... I guess he's going to start calling here again... I've told him time and again that I am not his rebound booty call and am a happily married woman, but then he starts in with the whole, "They're just not you" and sigh... I cave and let him take me to dinner and buy me shiny things.*this post brought to you by Darvocet.

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