Got this from my bestest cousin's blog, so here goes......(please note that I am at work and rushing this, so don't expect profound, thought provoking answers....)

Seven things to do before I die:

1. Ride in a hot air balloon
2. Travel overseas
3. Own my own house
4. Live in L.A.
5. See my daughter become a professional performer
6. Buy a Gucci bag
7. Get my wisdom teeth pulled!

Seven things I can (or will) not do:

1. Grow up completely (to use one of my cousin's answers)
2. Lose touch with my family
3. Hold grudges
4. Clean the litterbox
5. Carry a knockoff bag
6. Get married until I can have the wedding that I want
7. Listen to Pink Floyd

Seven things that attract me to my spouse:

1. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles
2. His sweetness
3. His ability to make me laugh even when we are arguing
4. His willingness to put up with me
5. His laugh
6. His nicknames for me (K.B., PrincessPoopaloo,Poopalicious......etc...)
7. His height

Seven things I say most often:

1. I want
2. Whatever
3. Good Morning (at work)
4. Are you effing serious?
5. "Thank you for calling ******may I help you?" (insert company name)
6. I need
7. "sssssssss"

Seven books (or series) I love:

1. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
2. I'm With the Band - Pamela Desbarres
3. Marilyn: The Last Take - Peter Harry Brown
4. The Immortals - Michael Korda
5. Angela's Ashes - Frank McCourt
6. In Her shoes - Jennifer Weiner
7. Take Another Little Piece of my Heart - A Groupie Grows Up - Pamela DesBarres

Seven movies I watch over and over again:

1. Almost Famous
2. Rockstar
3. Goodfellas
4. Casino
5. True Romance
6. All Marilyn Monroe movies (I have both the diamond collections)
7. All of the Brat Pack Movies (Breakfast Club,Sixteen Candles,St. Elmos Fire,Some Kind Of Wonderful....etc....)

Seven people I’m curious about that I’d like to join in: Anyone Reading this....lol

Kid's These Day's

I already feel like an ole foag by even writing that title, but REALLY.....What is the DEAL? They have their IM, their video games, their own personal DVD players, their IPOD's....etc....etc....

When I was a kid we made forts. We played outside. We used our imagination. When it rained, we stayed inside and played board games, we played indoor hide and go seek, we recorded farts on cassette recorders ( maybe that was just MY family) .
When I was a kid, I didn't pride myself on having the latest Playstation 2 game....I prided myself on having the ONLY colored barbie doll in the neighborhood (thanks to my cousin C for that one).

While kids NOW are sitting inside with their eyes fixated on the TV screen, trying to get to the next level of their video game, I would be outside making a STEW out of flowers and weeds, and making my sister TASTE it. Now THAT was some good ole FUN!

While kids NOW are downloading the latest songs to their IPOD, I would be making a scrapbook of Duran Duran, along with witty comments next to the pictures.While kids NOW are commenting on each other's MYSPACE, I would be writing the latest entry in my best friends ongoing fictional novel about Duran Duran, where WE were the fictional girlfriends of them.

.....And maybe it is because technology has come so far, but it's sad to see them not using their imaginations (except for the record fart thing, that was pure dipshitness, but FUN!) Maybe I am just being nostalgic...........

Now I feel old.....Now I want to find my old Lincoln Logs, and build a house for my cockateil.......lmao!


Kerrie OUT!

"Scenes From a Mall"

I went to the mall today in search for the perfect creme eye shadow. I am going to tell you right now that it does NOT exist. Even the sales person at Sephora admitted that the Nars creme eye shadow that I had all picked out ( the perfect shade of brown) tends to crease. I give up give up give up. I WOULD have stayed in the store seeking out an alternate non creme type, but found it hard to walk without a sales person in the way of my path. Do they have 100 people working there, or do they shape shift and transport themselves to different parts of the store? I went to MAC, which brings me to my observation of the day.

WHY do all MAC sales people look like Frankie from the Rocky Horror Picture show?

" Let's doooooooo the time warp againnnnnnnnnnnnn............."

I understand that MAC stands for makeup ART Cosmetics, but DAMN! It's friggin SCARY in there! Everywhere you look, there is a heavily painted face shoved into yours asking if your finding everything your looking for. " Um, I am DEFINITELY NOT looking for the putrid shade of turquoise eye shadow accented by the heavy line of WHITE pigment that is sitting on your overly made up tired looking eyes....but can I get the lustreglass in Wonderstruck please??"

I DID, however leave there with a very nice shade of taupe (Satin Taupe to be exact...) that looks great on me