a lil' something i hijacked:

a blog i ran across while reading t-dawg's had a nice little meme on it. i stole it. props, urbandude.

Four jobs i've had:

1. Paginator
2. Editor
3. Office Manager
4. Dairy Queen Whore


Four movies i can watch over and over: (only four?...christ, i can think of 10.)

1. Annie Hall ("we all just need the eggs")
2. When Harry Met Sally ("baby fishmouth! baby fishmouth!")
3. Fight Club ("the first rule of fight club is...")
4. Halloween ("he really is the boogeyman!")

Four places i've lived:

1. Minot, ND
2. Moorhead, MN
3. Minneapolis, MN
4. St. Paul, MN

Four TV shows i love: (some no longer on tv)

1. X Files (pre season 9, especially)
2. Daily Show
3. Scrubs
4. Fawlty Towers

Four places i've vacationed:

1. Canada
2. Cancun
3. Texas
4. Boston

Four of my favorite dishes:

1. Sushi - mmmmmm, sushi
2. Pad Thai
3. Eggrolls (so much that amycita and i wrote a song about it)
4. Any form of Italian food

Four sites i visit daily: (just list four? crap...)

1. Gmail
2. silentmouth (even though he NEVER freaking updates it)
3. sublimely mundane
4. bram's site

disappointment defined

i enjoy frosted shredded wheat.

i was pouring a bowl of the aforementioned cereal and something about it looked ... off.



do you see what is wrong with this?

it lacks. it lacks FROSTING!

i was both shocked and awed. i checked the box and discovered the culprit... it was regular shredded wheat. not frosted shredded wheat.

no amount of sugar on top can make this right.

there truly is no god.

ahh... one of those days.

one of those days where the medicine you take faithfully every single morning doesn't seem to work. all the nasty, horrible, ugly feelings you have pop right up and nothing you say or do can squelch them. the kiddo has been having some trouble in some school stuff -- math, specifically. and while that is quite normal, i can't help but feel utterly and completely responsible for it. she is my first and foremost reason for existing, and if i'm not good at that, what purpose do i have?

a day of many posts

i get to start the new job THURSDAY instead of feb. 13! hurrah! no need for whoring around town!

now i'm going to be self-centered...

(what...i'm just starting NOW?)

so as many of you know, i've been cutting out the soda since november. finally things are paying off in my mind, b/c i can SEE in photos that i've lost some poundage. first here is a picture from the holidays (NOT CHRISTMAS, B/C I WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT CHRISTIANS FEEL PERSECUTED):



now here is a picture of me from today.



WHEW!
all my hard work of.... not drinking soda ... is finally paying off.

misery

misery
Originally uploaded by kllnin.

this should answer everything

a list! a damn list!

so a lovely girl, sonja, sent me the "get to know your friends" list, and i will now post my responses. why? b/c i'm at home and i have NOTHING BETTER TO DO.

1. What is your full name? Kari Leigh Larson
2. What is the color of the pants you're wearing?
blue jeans
3. What are you listening to right now?
nine inch nails
4. What was the last thing you ate? a few junior mints
5. Do you wish on stars? not anymore
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? grey
7. How is the weather right now?
chilly
8. who is the last person you spoke to on the phone?
telemarketer
9. Do you like the person who sent you this? Yes.
10. How old are you today? 30
11. Favorite drink? crystal light (but not crystal meth)
12. Favorite sport? come now....that's no question to ask me. okay. jacks. i like jacks.
13.The Color of your hair? medium brown
14. Siblings? bobbi, amy and meaghan
16 What was the last movie you watched? MST3K: The beginning of the end
17. Favorite day of the year? halloween.
18. What was your favorite toy as a child?
monchichi. (monchichi monchichi, so soft and cuddley!)



19. Summer or winter? neither.
20. Hugs or kisses? lots of each
21. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate
22.Living arrangements? i own a 98-year-old house with dustin
23. When was the last time you cried? yesterday
24 Who is the friend you have had the longest? amycita
29. What did you do last night? tinkered with sound clips of george w. bush.
30. Favorite smell: sleep.
31. Favorite TV show? ummmm.... daily show.
32. Happy In life? on occasion.
33. What are you afraid of? myself
34. Plain, buttered or salted popcorn? Salted and
buttered
35. How many years at your current job? ummmm.......
36. Favorite day of the week? saturday
38. How many cities have you lived in? three

so....

yeah. it's the 28th. hmm.

i effing love the gamecube!

so we have received a gamecube from a lovely friend and it pretty much rocks. it makes up for all those years of atari that i could never afford to buy. oh, and kiddo thinks it rocks, too. she's even playing right now. what is great is that she really likes galaga, that old arcade game that i used to play at sammy's pizza. yep, it has stood the test of time.
we cleaned the house like crazy yesterday, as dustin has relatives coming to town this weekend -- folks who already had plane tickets for the wedding weekend. should be fun and i'm sure ever so slightly uncomfortable to a certain extent. i'd be lying if i said i wasn't a little bit nervous, but it'll be okay. i'm a tough cookie.
tomorrow might be a little... shaky. but with company here it'll force me to not be mopey and wallowing in the juices of my own self-pity, so that's good.
i'm still mourning the loss of the laptop... it's as though i've lost an appendage, actually. i know it can be repaired for a surprisingly low cost, but that'll just take some time.
'tis the second night in a row where the insomnia has crept back into my life. nuts. time for a bottle of nyquil and a straw.
i wish this post were more clever. then again it's only 8 a.m., so maybe it needs to be at least 8:45 before i can be clever. and when clever gets started, WATCH OUT! i can't be stopped.
my weight loss is still moving full speed ahead, having shed a good 30 pounds since november. i'm on the road to being a full-time hottie once again.
holy fuck... i hate how boring this post is. i can't stop typing and the dull just keeps flowing out of my fingertips.

here's a thought that keeps me from being dull:
whilst driving yesterday i could hear the clammer of a casserole dish in the back window area of my car. a dish i've had there since mid-december for our company cmas party (don't worry, it's clean). i'm just too lazy to move it, no matter how many times i exit my car.
so the dish. i hear it clammer and while i'm driving i wonder if i happened to stop suddenly, if the dish would slam into me, shattering into pieces. then i wonder if i have a large piece of glass lodged into my shoulder, should i remove it and deal with spurting blood from whatever vein i've severed before getting to the ER, or do i leave it it for them to remove?
thoughts, anyone?
and that thought led me to a memory of my mom telling me to move a kleenex box out of the back window of the car when i was a teenager. i asked her why, and she explained that the a kleenex box, if moving toward a head at 40mph, could KILL. (this woman also convinced me that all squirrels have rabies, so bear with me.)
is that true? cause if so, then i should get that casserole dish out of my car STAT.

what do i think of GameCube?

I'm the same weather as my sister!

You Are Sunshine

Soothing and calm You are often held up by others as the ideal But too much of you, and they'll get burned You are best known for: your warmth Your dominant state: connecting

What Type of Weather Are You?

good thing i have a job lined up....

... because i was just let go from mine today. woooo hoooo. apparently i've had too many distractions going on to be of any use to them. oh well, now i guess i can get some housework done. in addition to whoring around for grocery money, that is.

a nice lil' link

i posted onto to the silentmouth blog for a little goodie of the "perfect man." now i'm going to vomit.

on the clock bloggin'

with my lack of laptop i am not blogging at my usual pace. so in lieu of dental insurance, my current employer is giving me blog time. sure, my teeth will still rot away, but i can blog, for fuck's sake!

i find it to be a fair trade.

it's a lovely four-day work week, as i already had this friday off for the, you know, that cancelled thing. so i'm taking the day and hanging out with my kiddo, and preparing for the feeling of my eyes glazing over from the amount of gamecube games we'll be watching, thanks to my sublimely mundane friend.

and we'll be eating ice cream. maybe some bubblegum ice cream. who knows.

anyone have any thoughts on bubblegum ice cream? i used to find it incredibly confusing --- what if i swallowed that gum and it stayed in my stomach for seven years???

but i'm a grown up now, and i think giving bubblegum ice cream another chance might be okay.

laptop....needs....help.....

so i think we're needing a new logic board for the laptop -- my lifeline, i think of it. poor, poor computer. but i guess that is what tax returns are for, huh? (or paying bills...or putting in that long-needed fuel pump...whatever.)

it's been quite a weekend. thought about some stuff i didn't want to be thinking about and am just trying deal with that (hence my previous post).

now that the laptop is not in a happy place currently, i guess i'll have to do what kids used to do before computers: watch tv.

today's thought

"we may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

oh, the agony!

the laptop, my sweet, sweet laptop that is near my side at all times, is suffering from what we suspect is a dying logic board.

my laptop. the piece of equipment that is my link to the outside world. it makes finding out movie times easier. i use it when i blog to sleep during times of insomnia (which may explain the topics i choose sometimes). my heart .... my heart aches.

sigh.......

i must fight for this laptop to LIVE! LIVE, I SAY! LIVE!

marge piercy is fiesty

A just anger

Anger shines through me.
Anger shines through me.
I am a burning bush.
My rage is a cloud of flame.
My rage is a cloud of flame
in which I walk
seeking justice
like a precipice.
How the streets
of the iron city
flicker, flicker,
and the dirty air
fumes.
Anger storms between me and things,
transfiguring,
transfiguring.
A good anger acted upon
is beautiful as lightning
and swift with power.
A good anger swallowed,
a good anger swallowed
clots the blood
to slime.

my new series with a request from b. elliot

this one's for you, bram.