Tuesday, March 21, 2006

singin' and whatnot...

so last night we went out with friends to celebrate dustin's birthday a couple of days early.

dustin candles
sarah and andy were nice enough to provide us with snacks.

dustin dancin'
that's right, he dances.

dustin singing
and he raps.

emily's booze
don't worry, the pregnant lady is drinking NA beer.

kari and dustin
our heads look a little large here.

kari and meg
i have the cutest sister ever. now only if she'd only blog...

kari terry
aww, darling terry. (who promises he'll sing next monday night.)

paul singing
paul is such a fuckin' rock star.

sarah cupcake
sarah makes a mean chocolate cupcake.

sarah yellow sub
and if it appears that she is marching to "yellow submarine" in this photo, she is.

getting ready...

... for my job interview this morning. it includes a personality profile and i thought it best not to ask, "which personality would you like to profile first?"

last night was a good time indeed! photos to come later in the day.

now i have to go put on my "hire me!" face.

Monday, March 20, 2006

by golly...

i've got a job interview tomorrow a.m.! hurrah! it's for a page layout position with a publishing company. a publishing company that, based on what they publish, could offer a nice little touch of irony in my life. because i don't have enough of that.

keep the fingers crossed. momma needs a new pair of shoes!

opinions, please!


bar boots!
Originally uploaded by kllnin.

am i too old to be wearing boots of this nature out to a bar? or to anywhere? is nearly 31 years old the line in the sand for semi-gothy boots that make me far too tall but are surprisingly comfortable?

i need thoughts, pronto!

oh, i see how it REALLY works.

i've played the sims with both male and female characters.
i think we all remember trudy, who lived with dudley the total freaking slob who complained that she was always in a bad mood but she had NO TIME to do things she enjoyed b/c she was always cleaning up his stupid trays of grilled burgers.
a couple of nights ago i create mitchell. and i played them the EXACT same way and you know what? he got TWO promotions right off the bat and he is way easier to not only get into a good mood but to keep in a good mood. AND he got to go to the club right away, whereas it never even became an option for trudy because she was too cranky.

i think sims is saying that girls are harder to maintain, harder to make happy and keep happy.

i also that sims is calling me fat behind my back.

i think i need to stop playing for a while.

trent reznor was right!

autolux is a great band. i'm really enjoying them right now. it was a little hard to really give them a good listen at the xcel center when they opened for nin, but this is good stuff.

yesterday was spent reading the fifth harry potter book. why? wanted to give it that old college try (said the eighth-year senior) and i think reading a book BEFORE you see the movie enhances things a bit. i couldn't quite get through even the beginning of the fourth book, as it was toooo formulaic and i could not stand any more exposition. fuck that shit. the fifth kind of gets into the meat of it without explaining the main storyline for 200 pages. so then i cracked into book six and i'll probably burn through that today.

in addition to job hunting, that is. still waiting on word for an interview, so we'll see what happens with that.

will be working on some comics today. maybe some sketches. should be a good day for it. tonight? KARAOKE. that's right! time to sparkle.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

what a great fucking blog!

props to leingirlz for introducing me to jurgen nation. it completely kicks ass and here are a couple of my favorite phrases of the day:

"his cloven-hoovian depravity"
"anise-tasting Mephistopheles"
"scream, motherfucker. Nobody is here to help you."

genius, i tell you. i want to be more like her.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

my sister finally is a blogger!

or so she will be once she sees i've established a blog for her.

the kiddo freakin' rules

these photos on dust's blog were abbey's doing. good stuff, i say!

one of those freakin' days...

... where i'm irritable for really no reason at all. a day where i'd kind of just like to spend the day in bed, watching movie after movie and surrounding myself with fluffy blankets and squishy pillows. it's tough when a feeling like this stems from ... nothing much at all. maybe it's just been a stressful week.

on the upside, i've received a voice message from an area publisher who would like to talk to me about a page layout job, and they might be calling me back this weekend, so i could potentially have an interview lined up this week --- YAY! but let's just say that my blog of eternal damnation and hell-fire would not earn me any points at this place of employment. i'll fill you in more as the situation progresses.

on a final note for right now, i did a spellcheck on this post and when it flagged "freakin'," it's first suggested word was "foreskin." too funny.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

a word from the Commission For Straitjackets

why let prozac have all the fun?

better marketing for prozac, part 2

props to ashley for a thought-provoking post about women

ashley wrote a post that made me think about how i see myself. i know that i, along with countless others, have measured our own self-worth by how much we weigh, if we fit into that certan size, etc. there was a time that i thought i didn't deserve certain boys simply b/c i didn't think i was "hot" enough to be with them.

and those thoughts still haunt me to a certain extent. yes, i'm glad i've lost some weight recently, but i'm well aware that the manner in which i did it was not in the most healthy way (i.e., feeling like your heart has been ripped to shit will take away your appetite). and i would never ask for that again. however i don't think this weight loss has made me a better, smarter, more interesting person. even in my svelte high school days, i yearned to be smaller, prettier, more waif-ish.

you know what? i've NEVER been a waif. i'm NEVER going to be a waif. i'm nearly five foot eleven. i don't weigh 115 pounds (i may feel okay with myself, but i still don't disclose weight. see how i am?). in short, i'm never going to be a hardbodied sexpot hottie. but i reckon i'll be just fine with that.

losing weight -- for me-- reduces the risks of all those bad things that are so freakishly predominant in my family (you'd think we'd all been exposed to radioactive toxic waste).

but i'm always very, very careful about how i talk about it around my kiddo, because there doesn't need to be another girl in this world brought up to think she's not thin enough.

fuck that shit.

a blog worth looking into

i stumbled across godisbad and have been enjoying what i read. christians might take offense, but if christians can have a place to let out all of their thoughts, why can't athiests? there is also some good discussion going on in the comments.

damn, dustin is articulate.

more bitching and whining about snow

the idea of snow falling softly upon the ground and covering everything in sight is nice and all, but that romanticized notion does not include needing to run to the store to buy bread, or having a half-hour journey to a kid's school in the early morning -- therefore i am sick of snow.



however the dog seems not to mind as much. then again the dog eats kleenex and anything that chocolate may have been wrapped in, so her standards aren't as high as mine.

and this is just a nice picture of the boy sleeping next to kiddo.

the beginning of the new look for prozac



this is my new marketing scheme. no longer will prozac be thought of as medicine for weak-willed pussies with no control over their emotions. gradually prozac will be thought of as the BADASS medication.

more to come.

so tired of snow i could just spit

but if i did spit it would just freeze into a little spit puddle in the snow. and that means i'd slip on it and hurt myself without any health insurance to speak of.

because that is just how things work.

am planning on spending the day playing "simpson's road rage" with the daughter and the dustin today.

am sadly realizing that i'm too tired to be clever in blog format. must give self time to wake, ingest some orange juice, some frosted shredded mini spooners (poor man's mini-wheats) and a few prozac.

maybe prozac is the source of all my clever power. they should advertise it with that angle.


"Not enjoying life like you used to? Sleeping too much, or not enough? Not as clever as you'd like?"

PROZAC! THE CLEVER DRUG!

LUNATIC!

write this woman at the star tribune and tell her that she is out of her fucking mind.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

another one? sheesh.

looks like we'll be hit with another snow day on thursday. four to eight inches? yeah, i'm not leaving the house.

an open letter to our mortgage company

YOU SUCK ASS.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

where were you 10 years ago today?

i was in the maternity ward experiencing pretty active labor. just before midnight the nicest man ever came in to administer the epidural, and then i slept from midnight until the morning of the 15th when i had my kiddo.

10 years.

it's pretty astounding that someone so cool, so interesting, so amazing and so beautiful came from me in any way whatsoever. and she's definitely a product of her environment -- she looks at imdb.com for fun, she was interested in monty python at a very early age (she still loves john cleese the most) and she made a tom waits puppet a long time ago.

10 years. it's alarming to think how fast this has gone by. it's scary to think that the tough stuff is really only beginning --- middle school, boys, driver's ed, boys, curfews, part-time jobs at crappy fast food joints, boys. but it's going to be so cool at the same time. and i'm so, SO lucky that she is really just the most incredible creature i could ever encounter. for as much as she can push and challenge me, what she makes me feel inside knows no bounds whatsoever.

10 years ago i was so much a child, in biological age and in so many other ways. it was definitely a tough pregnancy -- get pregnant (relatively) young and then you find out who your real friends are, believe me. and doctors are able to scare you with every term in the book (amniotic band, spina bifida, etc).

in hindsight, so glad i had her when i did. i think i've written here before that i'm completely certain she saved my life, and has saved it a million times over. and someday she'll appreciate the fact that she has a mom with tattoos (even though now it may irritate her to no end), a mom who has no problem taking her to concerts (unless it's gwen stefani -- then she's on her own). when she finishes high school i will have just turned 39 years old. i think i'm just fine with that.

when we first brought her home to our campus apartment and gave her the first bath at home, her hair stuck up like the hair on a chimp's head. it was then she was first referred to as "monkey," something that still sticks today.

when she yawned as a newborn, she would stiffen up her whole body and then, at the end of the yawn, she would triumphantly kick out both of her feet. it just destroyed me.

new baby smell.... sigh.

10 years. and i'm a better person for it.


all the cool kids are posting it!




props for the heads-up from leingirlz

losing my soul, one sim at a time

so i've recently been given a copy of Sims Breakin' Out to help ease the pain of unemployment. to preface this, i should note that i applied for several jobs today before my three-hour sims extravaganza. and in these three hours i began to HATE the character i created. her name is trudy. she's a little bit gothy. she has a job (which is more than i can say for myself) and a few computer-generated friends. her first roommate mimi was fine, but then she moved in with dudley and he is such a slob. but you know what? sims people leave dirty dishes on the floor. and then they have about six seconds before they pee on the floor. and dudley keeps telling her she stinks (and i bathe her plenty!) and he never cleans up after himself and then makes fun of her when she looks tired! and she doesn't have enough time in the day with her job and cleaning up after his lazy surfboarding ass to actually bathe and sleep and then she just passes right out wherever she happens to be!

and she can never get into a good enough mood to get a promotion at her job, so she can't afford to get her own place. and i try, i really really try to help gothy trudy as best i can..but it's never good enough.

i'll just have to try more tomorrow! after i apply for more jobs, that is.

one more step toward eternal damnation





i think dustin is looking a little thin, don't you?

Monday, March 13, 2006

Quote of the night

"I can't believe we shoveled all that shit. . . . How'd we do that?"

spring? nope. not yet.



it would appear it's a snow day at home for me and dust. crap... i think we're short on supplies. may have to eat one of the pets.

you simply MUST listen to this.

who here likes nina gordon?

props to meg!

this game kicks ass. get those boys!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

march: month of the birthdays

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY OLDEST SISTER!!!!

i love you!

and thanks for always letting me tag along to the record store with you when i was little, even if it was to buy all those air supply and dan fogelberg albums.

i found another old journal! rock on!

this is from...maybe 1999?

there exists a thin line somewhere in the mind. it can curve, twist, even wrap around itself 600 times, but it's always there. on one side of this line (not the left or right, that doesn't matter when you're there because there is no left or right or right or wrong or wrong or correct or to err or to whimper or to starve or to feast or to move) there is the picture you see when you idealize you yourself others him her them and the grass is always green and there are no mosquitoes or gnats waiting above grass level to strike at your perfectly sculpted/tanned/shaved calves. on this side you see the other only in brief moments and glimpses of what a scream looks like coming from a mouth -- how the tongue reacts to a sound flying up from that spot in your stomach that burns when you haven't eaten all day and the caffeine-laden soda threatens the tender stomach lining and the tongue stiffens and dries like a piece of old meat accidentally left on the butcher's knife. and that side you see occasionally but only in glimpses.
you toe the line. you flirt with the notion of overstepping the line like you're a drunken prom date. you know you see yourself through the exhaust fumes and smog that exist on that side. you stare at yourself, barely recognizing yourself because on this side you never bleed and you speak only in whispers and guffaws at a dinner party. that side that side that side things are not so clean. things muddle up and become loud and the pots and pans are always clanging around the kitchen and waking the cats out back and all the neighbors peer out their windows and stare from their martha stewart kitchens and gucci shirts and they sigh and say poor poor head so noisy not normal like us in our martha stewart kitchens and our gucci shirts.
on good days things are soft things are quiet like a dentist's office waiting room, the silence occasionally broken by a shriek that everyone pretends they didn't hear.


(and now, after reading it and typing it, i wonder if maybe i was a little bit drunk when i wrote it. hmm.)

fucking influenza

we had to postpone her bday party, how sad is that? poor kiddo is really wiped out. a nasty bug, that flu.

fevers and whatnot

it's 6 a.m. and the fever is 101.6. poor kiddo.

Friday, March 10, 2006

quote of my night

from amycita:

"It's lucky I don't know how
to shoot."

she fucking rules.

updates and more

jege has been good enough to add some images to the then check out the Mock Jesus site, so be sure to take another look!

kiddo home sick from school today. there is also a school bully who has been giving her grief and NOTHING pisses me off like someone bothering my kiddo.

i'm trying to teach her methods of dealing with him that are civil when every fiber in my being wants to tell her to kick his ass. so we're using the method of humor. for instance, when he says "booo!" to her in gym class when they are all running a race, she can sarcastically say "oh THANK YOU! I REALLY appreciate your support!" when he talks to her in class about how he's glad she'll be at his same school next year so he can pick on her, she should reply "thank goodness! how could i EVER go to school without YOU picking on me? my life has meaning again!" and when he takes her stuff from her desk she can say "oh good, i was HOPING AND PRAYING that you would be good enough to touch my belongings!"

what i'd like to be able to tell her what to do in that last example:
"if you take my pencil again, you pathetic waste of dna, you will find it embedded in your ocular cavity."

hang on -- someone from social services is at the door.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

fuck that shit. i'm not changing a thing.

deleted posts

i have just deleted some posts from about a year and a half ago. why? because i need to protect myself and someone is starting to creep me out a little bit. might even change the blog address, who knows. if that happens, i'll alert all of you individually.

now i'm off to see a temp agency for a new gig. it's magic time.

i grow wire

i'm no spring chicken -- i'm on the verge of turning 31 and i've had some grey hairs for quite a few years. however this is the first crazy wire hair i've seen sprout forth, and it's too funny not to share.



dig that shit.

thirsty for some fire and brimstone?

then check out the Mock Jesus imagery, created by dustin and myself!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

i'd heed his warning if i were you, meg.

an order of blasphemy with a side of fries, please.

meg, your other boyfriend left a message for you.

new game!

last time we took the train back from minot, we borrowed some of the fine literature from the sad little amtrak depot. following are some passages from these books that i have chosen by simply opening the book. this one comes from the harlequin american romance series entitled "Studs: The Marrying Type."

They stood facing each other in the amber light. The air was scented by he dense bouquet of white lilacs on the table, and by the salty sea aroma wafting in through her open windows. Steve's eyes reminded her of the sea, green and gray and full of life.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Starving," he whispered, lifting her back into his arms and kissing her, feasting on her, devouring her. She sank against his chest as her entire body responded to the onslaught of his kiss. No other man's kissing had ever turned her on so thoroughly. No other man had ever made her so eager to abandon herself to him.
It took forever to get the shirt open, forever to reach inside and feel the sleek, hot skin of his chest, the flexing muscles along his rib cage, the taut surface of his abdomen.

i think we know where it goes from here, heaving bosoms and whatnot.

really, really trying to be motivated to clean house

so i put on some music to inspire me to get out of this throne of slack i currently keep warm and to clean the house. the music? a little ol' johnny cash. the song that came on first in itunes? his cover of "hurt."

yeah, THAT will make me feel upbeat and positive.

but here is a funny picture of dustin filled with rage.



sort of filled with rage. mostly b/c i kept saying "dustin, make that rage-filled expression!"

the other side of dustin




more to come.

what i'm doing instead of cleaning today

mullet bodyguard

family believers

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

... and the fun with clip art continues ...



interesting. and yet nothing i didn't already know.

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THIS IS TOO FUNNY!!!




this amuses me to no end!

some highlights:

"Kari does everything a real girl does. From philosophical conversations to heart felt chit chats. From logistics to some serious love and intimacy, Kari can do it."

one good turn deserves another

jege introduced this to me, and damn it, i'm on it again. it's the GOOGLE GAME! type in "__________ wants" or "_________ needs" and see what you want and need!

kari wants:
to do 43 things
to win more
to touch everything
to find out what is true and what is false
to help the team as much as she can
to fix "Via Ferrata Style" 150mm long "step bolts" onto the second and first step to speed up the climbing for everyone

kari needs:
to learn how to drive a car at night
an effective system
to stick with brad's plan
to get laid
to stop thinking
help with her fashion
to make a few gonzo pornos to upgrade her resume
to bring it tonight
to prevent herself from going under
a Line Cook and Expediter

and in doing this little experiment, i found THIS!!!!! HOLY FUCK!

I AM A VIRTUAL GIRLFRIEND! ACK!

sometimes i write stuff

swimming sinking down, can almost make it out but something in the water brushed against me
sending chills and waves of nausea, it's never quite done, it's never really over.
i'm treading water, horrified to be nothing more than bait, nothing more than something to nibble away at, piece by piece my skin is pulled off, revealing i've got nothing inside after all.

(this piece explains why i never pursued writing as a career. why did i even post it? b/c this place is my journal. my brain in broadband form.)

things you can do when unemployed

1. drink squirt from a glass bottle √
2. meet a friend for lunch √
3. discuss relationships, children and judaism with aforementioned friend √
4. read the onion √
5. consider playing battleship with self √
6. take time from reading the onion to smoke a cigarette outside of coffeeshop √
7. wonder if you should have studied harder √
8. dismiss thought of further schooling √
9. contemplate another bottle of squirt √
10. recall days of working at small coffeeshop with romanticized, rose-colored glasses √
11. recall low wages of working at a small coffeeship with total clarity √


yeah, that was pretty much my monday. however i'm lining up stuff with temp agencies currently, so that should prove fruitful.

and i've been doing some writing and thinking about things i like about myself, things i don't. here's what i've got thus far:

things i don't like:
1. i smoke too many cigarettes (esp. with my family history of cancer...not good)
2. i am largely uninspired a majority of the time
3. my shoe size is absurd
4. i am lazy.
5. i watch nick and jessica
6. i never remember to bring a notebook with me, therefore i've been writing a lot on napkins
7. a beverage-stained napkin at that.
8. i have moods whwere i think irrationally and internalize my anger in a self-loathing frenzy
9. i question myself too much
10. i'm scared of many things

things i like:
1. i don't adorn myself in anything that sparkles
2. i draw nice stick people
3. i own no gwen stefani
4. i don't wear blue eyeshadow
5. i'm an adequate speller
6. i'm sometimes clever
7. i don't wear fur
8. i gave birth to the coolest kid EVER (proof of this includes the fact that, in school, she has to choose to do a biography on a musician, and she wants to do either johnny cash or danny elfman. yes. cool.)

Monday, March 06, 2006

reflections on a job abandoned

i can tolerate a lot. i can take a lot of stress, abuse, etc. but i have a breaking point, as all of us do. basically it came down to the fact that i have worked too fucking hard these past few years on NOT hating myself, i don't need to be poorly paid to do it all over again.

so now i'm listening to nine inch nails, drinking cranberry juice and gmail chatting with a friend. but these next few days where i'm job hunting will provide ample time for me to catch up on housework and working on my little comic project that i toy with. maybe i'll finish that screenplay, too. and begin jogging. yeah, jogging. that's likely.

reflections on last night's academy awards

reese witherspoon's angular jaw appears razor sharp.
even after "crash" won best picture, i am not inclined to see it.
i would really have liked to see "brokeback mountain" get best picture.
i would really like to see "brokeback mountain" a second time.
i really don't want to see "pride and prejudice." fuck, i barely want to read it.
we had the best dips EVER at the oscars get-together. props to all involved.

job schmob!

advice from a great dad:

"Take a deep breath and know that you don't to be in a place where the boss is a walking landmine looking for someone to step on her."

and with that, i'm now going to temp it. updates to come.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

in lieu of real post...photos!

dustin is protecting my cleavage from the general public. or is the other way around?

censored-hot-tub

meg and c. george joined us in the fun.

meg-and-c.george

i still can't keep my fucking eyes open in photos. but isn't my sister cute?

meg-kari-post-swim

i'm just trying to order...uh...movies! yeah, movies!

kari ordering movies

Saturday, March 04, 2006

yay for weekends!

am currently getting ready for our stay at the motel tonight. hot tub! fun!

am becoming incresingly nauseated by the job stuff: in short, i don't like being the company hatchet man in terms of communicating with our freelancers. as someone who has freelanced, i think it's total shit when pay that is already pretty low is cut, and i don't like the fact that i am the one that had to sign off on the letters. it sucks and i would walk out of principle, but principle won't pay for my root canals. (yes, plural, as in "i have not one but TWO root canals on march 21.")

here is a picture of kiddo with her birthday present (that she received two weeks early b/c i'm a total pussy about that stuff. i'm no good at keeping gifts for long periods of time).



she loves her shuffle, and she sings with reckless abandon when the headphones are on. it kills me.

and it reminds me of (maybe i've mentioned this before???) the time my friend bram and i were hanging out at my parent's house when i was about 19 or so and we found a little tape recorder. we played it and heard my sister meg singing along to TLC's "Waterfalls" song -- completely wonderful. maybe i'll ask her to do a rendition of it tonight whilst swimming with us at the super 8.

Friday, March 03, 2006

time for photo update

monday night there was karaoke at my house. here is dustin covering "sound of science."



terry still has a lovely voice after all these years.



tonight is "nail night" at my house.


abbey does a delightful job.


aren't i a pretty pretty princess?

quote of the day..part two

props to andy for this little goodie:
"I may be depressed, but I'm not an asshole."

note to self:

call parents and apologize for any horrible, hateful, angry things i said as a child.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Quote of the day from .d.

"And remember:

Jesus saves sinners and redeems them for cash and valuable prizes."

oh jege! you send me the best links!

the onion never lets us down.

typing with a numb hand is hard

so as i'm returning from my lunch i feel a familiar sensation: a numb hand! yippee for aura migraines! so i know i've got a couple of hours until that kicks in. should make for an interesting work day... i can hardly wait for the visual problems to start!

derek! ahh! funny!

the darling derek has earned himself the quote of the day:

"Choke down your rage and bile with a nice Chianti...and maybe that bitch's liver."

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

thought regarding ash wednesday

as a kid, ash wednesday creeped me out b/c it involved smudging stuff on my forehead that -- despite what anyone told me -- was made up of human ashes.

today whilst walking in downtown i saw a woman with a smear of ash on her forehead that vaguely resembled what may have been a cross. and it was easy to tell that she had probably wiped it a bit on accident without realizing it, and it now looked like she had found a leaky black marker, held it for a while, and then wiped the hair from her forehead, resulting in the smudge.

maybe it was the mom in me (albeit the athiest mom) but i just wanted to put some spit on a kleenex and wipe it off of her.

me to stranger:
oh, you got some stuff on your forehead, let me just get that for you...

things learned today

whilst walking to and from my lunch with dustin today, i discovered many a thing:

1. when really cool music plays on a speaker outside of a restaurant, it feels like it's your own soundtrack, and you are in a movie. (today's was some nifty forties jazz, which made it feel like a woody allen movie.)

2. when sirens go (as they do at 1 p.m. on the first wed. of each month), people on the street will look up and around in utter confusion. jokes will be made about everything from tornado warnings to the end of the world. (i prefer the latter, those are just more fun.)

3. if you put on tights in the morning and you realize that they are your size, except you accidentally bought petite (and you happen to be five foot eleven), don't wear them anyways. you will end up walking in downtown with the fear that they are going to fall down. and when you are a block from your office restroom, they will. i'm just sayin'.

4. cilantro, no matter how benign it seems, will still make you nauseous in even the smallest increments.

5. really nauseaous. i kind of want to throw up now, actually.

props to a site i stumbled upon










This site has the best freaking image links.