tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196195542011-11-29T01:59:40.395-08:00Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of depth...Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-30592302504092778182009-01-22T09:41:00.000-08:002009-01-22T10:06:12.763-08:00

We've all been here. You know you want something but you don't know what it is. For me, this feeling usually accompanies a trip to the refrigerator. I stand there staring at the contents and eventually all the tubs and cartons sort of meld together like one of those optical illusion prints where all of a sudden a 3D Snoopy pops out after staring at it for 10 minutes. Unfortunately, no appetizing

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When I was 23 or so I lived in an apartment in the Hillcrest area of San Diego. I was a recent college graduate working as a DJ in a bar and sharing a space with my best friend from High School (and beyond as it would happen). As my parents both worked for an electronics manufacturer, I was one of the lucky few 23 year olds to own her own video camera. I used it a lot at work to video tape events

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-24879878825048793182008-12-16T23:56:00.000-08:002008-12-16T23:57:17.894-08:00

Nobody reads this sad little blog anymore. It's about to turn 3 and it has no friends. Well, it has friends, it just doesn't seem to have a writer.

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-41149980481882993512008-11-14T21:47:00.000-08:002008-11-14T22:10:07.395-08:00

I'm not fond of flying at all. It's not for the reasons most people might think. I'm not terrified that I am going to meet a fiery death when the plane crashes into the side of a mountain. It's what I am NOT going to meet that makes me apprehensive about flying.This wasn't always the case. There was a time when flying was special. It meant that I was going somewhere different, doing

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-65469428086357847042008-08-27T17:45:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:57:07.704-07:00

On one of my lasts visits to Tennessee when it was still home, my mom got a hankering for German Potato Salad. It's something we used to get all the time when we lived in Batavia, but for some reason it wasn't so easy to find in East Tennessee. I went to every grocery store in 2 counties trying to find one stupid can of it for my mom. I think I knew as much as I didn't want to know, that it

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-24542805320139891922008-06-09T22:39:00.001-07:002008-06-09T22:42:42.576-07:00

Please, do yourself a favor and laugh at this.Chuckles, I am proud to say I knew you when.

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-73091743308233383482008-05-12T23:20:00.001-07:002008-05-12T23:40:32.339-07:00

Well, it seems like I have another announcement to make. I told you last post about a couple of industrious gals doing great things and I have one more to add to that list.Erinn, or Eichy as I affectionately think of her, has rocked my world by catering to my first love--food. Ms. E has been writing restaurant reviews in my valley for a while and has finally branched out with her own blog. I

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-19990441329548912732008-04-30T08:16:00.000-07:002008-05-01T11:58:17.568-07:00

So, I have been quiet lately because I am pretty freaking busy. As busy as I've been, I can't match the productivity of a couple of my friends. Let me tell you about them.First, allow me to introduce you to a girl who is trying to save the world with plastic bags. Kristin Jordan is a fancy pants lawyer in New York City by day and a eco-crusader in her spare time. A year or so ago, Kristin

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-25269336438559074062008-04-03T22:11:00.000-07:002008-04-03T22:14:56.472-07:00

He may not be blogging lately, but LA-B HAS been writing. I am so proud to say he will be getting a by-line in the LA Times tomorrow. Check it out!He wrote the latest chapter of the collaborative novel currently running in the Times and his chapter was selected as the winner. YAY.

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I remember when I was a kid I would give no grief to my parents about going to bed on Christmas eve. I figured out early on that the sooner I went to bed and to sleep, the sooner morning would come. With morning came the presents. I like presents.I am no kid anymore but I just realized there is a dark flip side to that theory. While I WANT to go to sleep the night before something good

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-9689077194206902222008-02-22T19:51:00.000-08:002008-02-22T20:13:41.049-08:00

I can't and won't go into too many details, but I will tell you this:My boss received an email today from a generic gmail address. The email was written from the "voice" of a disgruntled member of his staff and included information that very few people are privy to. Currently, there are only 2 employees on his staff. I am one of them. He was very upset. He called and emailed me and the other

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-44239900116176446972008-02-02T10:44:00.000-08:002008-02-02T11:06:32.364-08:00

So, LA-B and I have crappy old linoleum in our bathroom. We used to have crappy old linoleum in our other bathroom, too. But when we found out that Tenacious G was coming LA-B ripped up the linoleum and laid down yummy tile. I admit I have always been envious of that floor. But it took a full weekend if not more to lay down. And now that little G is here and running around, it's just too much

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-82655099877357014442007-12-06T23:12:00.000-08:002007-12-06T23:18:07.975-08:00

Twas the day before Turkey and all through the office everyone was busy working and stressing and I was surfing. Shhhh. Don't tell. Instead of feverishly looking for what I was supposed to be looking for online, I was gazing at All Sorts and dreaming of making a forest full of little felt trees.So far I've made 2.

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And so this is Christmas.And what have I done.Another year older.And I got nuttin.This here little blog is about to hit the 2 year mark and, as much as I enjoy the concept of it, I haven't exactly been the best maternal figure to it. For it? Ug.I ran into an old (time not age) producer friend in the fabric store this week and she told me she reads my blog. Wow. I mean, I guess I knew SOME

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-5124556725109589332007-10-20T10:57:00.000-07:002007-10-20T11:27:28.040-07:00

We made it through an entire year with Tenacious G. Every night before putting her to bed, LA-B would snap 2 frames of Super8mm film of her face. This is the result.A YEAR IN HER LIFE

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20+ years ago (GULP) when I was in high school I was a huge fan of Late Night With David Letterman. Now, when I say "huge" I mean, well, HUGE. I watched it every night. I wrote hundreds of letters hoping just once I might be picked for a viewer mail segment. And when my high school drama club took a trip to NY the summer after my Junior year, I was far more excited at the prospect of being

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-88036169954294313052007-08-20T19:24:00.000-07:002007-08-20T19:39:37.149-07:00

I am thinking of editing my caller ID on my cell phone. See the house phone from Fleaflicker used to come up as "Home." But at some point it seemed sort of weird. Afterall, I was a thirtysomething year old married gal living far far away from the residence corresponding to that particular number. So, around the time LA-B and I bought our townhouse in the Valley, I changed the name to read "Mom

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-6508537614732121242007-08-17T20:04:00.000-07:002007-08-17T20:06:07.022-07:00

He is surely rolling over in his grave because of this...It's wrong on so many levels.

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I’m somewhere between Chicago and Phoenix and I am sitting in my 10th airline seat in 7 days. I am tired. I am sharing a row with 2 lovely older ladies and I feel all at once guilty and privileged in describing them as such. Earlier today, while sitting in a booth at Lynn’s Paradise Café in Louisville, KY, my 20 something traveling companion looked at me and said, “I wonder if people think we

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I saw this mini-meme on Cup O Joe and decided to play along. If you are a glutton like me, just follow the instructions below and leave me a comment.Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.” I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. If you don't have a valid email address on your blog, please provide one. You will update your blog with a post containing your

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-11150283043744163422007-07-23T09:42:00.000-07:002007-07-23T09:48:09.413-07:00

Now that's SOME conjugal visit!

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-39178350317220719542007-06-19T21:01:00.000-07:002007-06-19T21:19:03.430-07:00

I hope you have all stopped in to visit Cup Of Joe Powell today to see his shout out to Tits McGee's photos of her trip to Graceland.I commented to Joe that I would post a little trivia about the monkey in the picture. Or, more accurately, trivia about a song that Warren Zevon wrote about said monkey.Mr. Z talked about writing the homage to the King's porcelain primate on his website. Here's

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-86277003816057935432007-06-18T20:53:00.001-07:002007-06-18T21:27:17.158-07:00

I must have said the word "fraud" 100 times today. Part of my job (which I am not allowed to talk about yet I seem to do a lot of) is to get people to fill out this giant 22 page form giving me the right to run a background check on them to prevent any sort of fraud against the company for which I work. WHEW. Talk about run on.So, I had this conversation with 3 different people today

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-15367804256555993842007-06-05T23:17:00.000-07:002007-06-05T23:38:08.900-07:00

So, I know I'm not supposed to blaHg about work. But, this was too good to keep quiet. This morning, instead of fighting the traffic on the 101, I took the 405 to LAX where I boarded an ATA jet to HA.Or is it HI?It's HI I think. Hi. I am in Hawaii!!!It's funny. Not ha ha funny, but quirky funny. This is my second trip to Hawaii in 10 years - both for work. And, sadly, both no fun.I know, I

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-81345904013432385052007-05-26T09:49:00.000-07:002007-05-26T10:07:14.240-07:00

After years of getting out of it, my number was called. I am on the jury. That's really all I can say right now.On Monday I traded in my identity for that of Juror Number 9 and while I am not allowed to discuss anything about the case, just let me say that this entire process has made me wish I had gone to law school. I feel I've missed my true calling. It's so frustrating sitting there in

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-19094929159716764312007-05-20T07:33:00.000-07:002007-05-20T08:32:43.302-07:00

We were invited to a bar-b-q / picnic yesterday with some friends at The Paramount Ranch. LA-B and I had never been to the ranch before so we didn't know what we were in for. There's a lot of history in this little ghost town. I got some info from the National Park Service.Lights! Camera! Action!...In 1927, Paramount Pictures purchased 2,400 acres of the old Rancho Las

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-54655858806966667982007-05-18T06:26:00.000-07:002007-05-18T06:28:38.516-07:00

Would you rather.....Live in a city you love and work at a job you hate?ORLive in a city you hate and work at a job you love?

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-3905328143261216392007-05-16T19:47:00.000-07:002007-05-16T20:39:47.332-07:00

Well, good ol' Cup O Joe smacked me upside my head and hit me where it counts - my tummy. He tagged me with an delicious meme. I've been asked to list my five favorite places to dine out. Yummy.This isn't really as easy as some might think. Having lived a significant amount of time in a handful of cities, there are eateries from Batavia to San Diego that make my mouth water. Pontillo's Pizza

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-66020837346753424562007-04-24T21:54:00.000-07:002007-04-24T22:14:15.004-07:00

It wasn't so far back that I was a wide eyed idealistic newbie in La La Land. Well, I guess 11 years is actually a long time, but I digress. Back then there were basically 3 kinds of Network prime time tv shows: sitcoms, dramas, and news shows. There was certainly a cornucopia of programming on cable and daytime tv. But from 8 - 11pm, it was pretty set.Now, back in the day, I was working as

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-52783767479369194972007-04-21T08:01:00.000-07:002007-04-21T08:36:34.594-07:00

Where are all the teenagers eager to earn a few extra bucks for sitting on my couch listening to the baby monitor while they pretend to do their homework when in fact they are actually watching R rated movies on HBO because they don't have the premium channels at home and, even if they did, their moms wouldn't let them watch R rated movies anyway?Where are all the silver haired grandmas and

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-76922134156353591112007-04-13T21:51:00.000-07:002007-04-13T22:05:49.942-07:00

It's hard to believe, but the Great Pumpkin will have been part of the world population a full 6 months on Saturday. I guess it would be appropriate to wish her "halfy birthday."

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-47318404441751428312007-01-17T19:46:00.000-08:002007-01-17T19:52:03.533-08:00

Take a look at how we spent our morning.Tenacious G and I were on our way to daycare when we got rear ended. That WAS our blue Focus on the bottom. The guy in the truck behind us mistook the break for the accelerator and BAM.Believe it or not, everyone walked away from the accident with nothing more than minor scratches. Tonight, though, I am feeling pretty beat up.Thank GOD for

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-26714398896919050342006-12-24T09:54:00.000-08:002006-12-24T10:08:11.145-08:00

It occurred to me last night as I was being grumpy to LA-B (for no apparent reason) that this is the first year without Santa Claus. "What?" you may say if you read this blahg or know me personally. I had a little baby this year, so why would there be no Santa Claus?Santa had a booming voice that would echo through the house as he chuckled "ho ho ho...bah humbug." He rarely if ever did his own

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-24406956771483971742006-12-24T09:30:00.000-08:002006-12-24T09:36:58.194-08:00

I have to give a BIG shout out to Dave Lowe who made my day with his post about the restoration of Rudolph and Santa. I encourage you to visit the actual post because Dave is a super talented guy and you will surely get a bowl full of jelly laugh from some of his fantastic sketches, cartoons, comics - what is the proper term? But, for now, I hope he won't mind if I "reprint" his post here along

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-30732852091525561382006-12-23T11:33:00.000-08:002006-12-24T09:22:54.615-08:00

So, a while back I was sitting on the couch holding Tenacious G and a knock came on the door. Now, we live in a complex with a security gate so people generally can't just walk up to our door and knock. They have to call from outside the gate and we buzz them in. There are 2 exceptions to this - fellow residents and the Fed Ex guy. When it's the Fed-Ex guy he drops the box on the step, knocks

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-27501807942553619702006-11-29T08:15:00.000-08:002006-11-29T08:19:11.099-08:00

Tenacious G is getting all amped up for the arrival of her Auntie tonight. I am amped to have someone here to make me a mocha and hold Tenacious G while I go potty and what not.Too much info?

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LA-B and I were out taking a stroll through our neighborhood testing out our new Baby Bjorn with Tenacious G this evening when I had the rare pleasure of glimpsing into my future. As we walked down the residential street in the heart of the San Fernando Valley we were struck by the sound coming from the yard of the house we were about to pass. Turning our attentions to a scene out of some

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1163819554124996642006-11-17T19:00:00.000-08:002006-11-17T19:12:34.140-08:00

Hi friends. I've been quiet for a bit. I've been busy taking care of this little life we made and, in my rare spare time, reading about someone else's life. Now, I've come to the conclusion that something needs to be done and I am hoping you all can help me do it. I need to hire a hit man. Yep, I want a skilled paid assassin. I'm taking out a hit on Death. He's done too much damage lately

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1162828578155744572006-11-06T07:00:00.000-08:002006-11-06T07:56:18.246-08:00

How's that for a grandiose title? Did I get your attention? Good. Because it's true.At the recommendation of Cup Of Joe Powell, I began reading a blog yesterday that has shaken me to the core. And let me tell you, that ain't easy. For those of you that know me, you know that I have suffered some losses recently. Big losses. I also work a job where my main responsibility is to read letters

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1162666194187953232006-11-04T10:44:00.000-08:002006-11-04T10:49:54.213-08:00

It's been 3 weeks to this very day since the world became a much better place thanks to the arrival of The Great Pumpkin. With my new duties as Pumpkin chief of staff, I have had little time to write on this Blahg. But I wanted to let everyone who didn't already know that she is here and she is PERFECT.

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Well, you will be happy to know that I have been successful in my giraffe hunt. It was quite an exciting adventure that resulted in a bidding war down to the very last seconds. Apparently, I so blindsided the loser of the battle that he felt the need to email me and question the worth of this item to me.Apparently 7985eric doesn't read my blog.

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1160353888202048542006-10-08T17:09:00.000-07:002006-10-08T17:31:28.223-07:00

Well, on this lovely autumn Sunday morning, LA-B and I enjoyed a breakfast of proverbial left over egg on our faces.Let me explain starting with a bit of back story. I have high blood pressure. I've had it for years. YEARS. I was first diagnosed when I was 24 years old and in about the best shape I've ever been in. Not that I am either a giant porker or an emaciated anorexic, but it doesn't

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1160250736589694642006-10-07T12:46:00.000-07:002006-10-07T13:12:52.496-07:00

I'm on a hunt of sorts, folks. A giraffe hunt.When I was a wee one, my favorite toy was this Playskool wooden giraffe scooter. I guess it's a scooter. It doesn't have pedals, and it's not so much a wagon, but you do ride on it. So, I'll call it a scooter.Anywhooooooo, I'm looking for one. Yes, I've been keeping an eye on ebay. But if anyone happens to see one at a yard sale, thrift store

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1160180373721376012006-10-06T16:56:00.000-07:002006-10-06T17:21:38.336-07:00

I spent a lovely afternoon with the fabulous Rhachel yesterday which ended with us strolling around Silverlake poking our heads into all the fun and quirky shops full of tchotchkies. (wow, I spelled that right on the first try!) Along the way we stopped in to Pull My Daisy to pet the shop mascot Bingo, and say hi to Rhachel's friend, and owner of the shop, Sara. We stepped outside so Sara

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1160104111735575392006-10-05T19:51:00.000-07:002006-10-05T20:09:00.333-07:00

This just struck me as funny. I have a "frequent flyer" account with United Airlines. I know, I know, they are the WORST. But back when I used to work at Disney they had a deal and so all of my work travel was on United and I racked up a nice chunk. Anyway, I just received my monthly mileage update email. They tell me how many miles I have and then list a bunch of offers to increase my

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1159836665677134742006-10-02T17:50:00.000-07:002006-10-03T10:32:26.513-07:00

It's amazing what you learn from just poking around looking for old friends!I just came across the blog of a WONDERFUL old friend who is working toward a master's degree at University of Michigan's School of Information. According to The Info Maven, the 300 millionth American should be born this month. In fact, it's predicted that this golden child will be born on October 17th in Los

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1159816037002144792006-10-02T11:33:00.000-07:002006-10-02T12:07:17.116-07:00

I had a friend in highschool who wore big, giant sunglasses. That doesn't seem the slightest bit odd now. Those big "Jackie O" shades are all the rage now and everybody's wearing them. But back in the mid 80's it wasn't exactly popular. But she wore them. Or, at least in my memory she did. I think I have a picture of her wearing these big glasses while sitting at a folding card table with

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A little over a month ago I wrote about getting thwacked by that stinging red dodgeball. Now, you'd think that having felt that welt once before, I would be hypersensitive to it's evil ways. If that's what you think, you give me too much credit because when that crimson rubber sphere came flying at me, I forgot to duck.Could I be more cryptic (spoken with pure Chandler Bing emphasis on MORE)?

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Look, I LOVE living in Southern California. I love the beach. I love Hollywood. I love that there are Del Taco drive throughs open till the wee hours of the morning on each end of my block.What I have yet to fall in love with in the Southland is the lack of clearly defined "seasons." Today is supposed to be the first day of Fall. But, here in the Valley, it might as well be July 4th. The

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1158712979476523372006-09-19T17:24:00.000-07:002006-09-19T17:42:59.540-07:00

With the scheduled arrival of the Great Pumpkin just 26 (gulp) days away, there has been a steady increase in curiosity as to what we will name the little thing. Each time the question is asked the resulting answer of "I don't know, we haven't decided yet" is met with great disdain. But it's true. We really and truly have not decided on a name. There's no short list - there's no list at

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First, let me say how incredibly lucky I am. I know that. LA-B is the A-class, numero uno, hands down, best guy on the planet. I don't for a moment of any day doubt or question that. But it's moments like this here right now that I want to get down on my fat bloated knees and thank the heavens above for my Schmoopity Boo.Why this sudden burst of gratitude for my husband?I came into work this

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Well, the countdown is on. The predicted arrival date for the Great Pumpkin is just 4 weeks and 2 days away. This means several things. First, this Valley Grrrl is feeling a bit uncomfortable. I'm exhausted all the time. I get winded walking up or down even a small flight of stairs. I spend more time in the bathroom than any other room. And, as it turns out, my brain seems to be shrinking.

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I have just eaten the BEST Jelly Donut ever!!! It was so EFFEN good that I am certain I will be smiling all day from the memory of it's donuty goodness.That's all. I just wanted to tell the universe about my beloved, now dearly departed, jelly donut.

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I am up early today. Not by choice really. I just woke up to relieve some pressure on my bladder (TMI?) and then couldn't get back to sleep. It happens to the best of us. I found myself laying in bed with my mind racing faster than my dad cruising around those racetracks of my youth. Said mind, however, was not reminiscing about days spent at the speedway, rather about a particular

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Well, the time has come. I've finally "made it." I am officially Sooooooo L.A.Why? You ask.Well, a couple of weeks ago, a girl I used to work with was chatting with a girl I work with now. They thought, "ooo, we have to get together soon. We should have lunch. Oh, and let's invite Kelvis." So, girl I work with sends me an instant message asking when I was free. Time is very precious right

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According to Osama Bin Laden's alleged former sex slave, the grand pupa of terror is obsessed with America's most famous crack ho, Whitney Houston.You should definitely check out the full article in The Daily Mail where you will learn: "He said that he had a paramount desire for Whitney Houston, and although he claimed music was evil he spoke of someday spending vast amounts of money to go to

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Pumpkin is gonna have some very happy feet when she slips her little tootsies into these babies! This pair of softastic zapatos just arrived in the mail courtesy of the amazing Vickie Howell. That world class knitting goddess sure has some skills!

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So, the other day, I was flipping through the channels on the old tv andcame across something that made me squeal with delight. It was CookieMonster, standing in front of a giant letter C and singing....C is for cookiethat's good enough for meC is for cookiethat's good enough for meC is for cookiethat's good enough for meOh Cookie Cookie Cookie starts with CHey, You know what?A round cookie with

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You know what's good?Pie.The other night I had the most tastey slice of peach pie with a perfectly spherical scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Well, it wasn't served on top. It was served in a bowl. But I just dumped it right on top and watches it melt oh so subtly over the pie.Then I ate it.Yum.It was so good that I began to think if I were to send some of that pie over to the middle east,

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So I was sitting on the couch this morning surfing through the 8 million channels on our cable system when I came across what, at first glance, appeared to be Marilu Henner (Elaine from Taxi) dancing around to a Madonna song. I blinked and realized that, in fact, it was Madonna herself. She has truly morphed into Marilu Henner circa 1978. Very strange. Very very strange. I mean, I understand

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I had lunch with my friend Lil D yesterday. She recently had the wind knocked out of her in the dodgeball game of life. I can certainly relate. I got whacked by that vicious red rubber ball myself a little over a year ago and I know how much it stings.Lil D asked me if it ever gets better."Well..." I said, chewing on my yummy Thai salad. "No."I went on to explain that it kind of goes in

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There are many things that scare me (ordering pizza, Teddy Bear's Picnic, movies about demonic possession). But the thing that scares me the most crossed my path today. The REALLY REALLY OLD LADY crossing the street. Yep. This sight brings me to tears. She is OLD. Methuselah old. SO old that she hunches over and practically walks on all 4's. Or hobbles on all 4's I suppose.She's got

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1154042492132073582006-07-27T16:10:00.000-07:002006-07-27T16:22:25.896-07:00

This is Badger and he is one of the best dog in all the land. This dog is like some crazy drug that makes you smile instantly and never leaves you with a hangover.Badger belongs to my former office-mate Meg. Megan has decided to leave LA LA land and move to Minneapolis to pursue her theatre interests and her boyfriend. I can't blame her really. Minneapolis sounds like a pretty effin cool

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1153373987382220902006-07-19T22:28:00.000-07:002006-07-19T22:42:59.460-07:00

You know what's cool? The moment you realize your boss is pretty decent. And, trust me, those moments have been virtually extinct for me in the past few years.I had a bit of a tough afternoon at work. Without going into too much detail, let me just say that the story I had been working on for MONTHS seemed to be crumbling before my eyes. I seriously thought that after all that work, all those

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I am so happy right now I could just spit.* When I got home tonight I found a big box on my doorstep. Inside was my latest eBay prize. **Wait, let me back up. A few weeks ago, LA-B and I were sitting around making another one of our "Pumpkin-Do" lists. These are the lists we have been making that itemize the various things we need to do in anticipation of the arrival of the Great Pumpkin.***

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Let me start with a little history lesson. Those of you that have known me for a while will already know this. To some, it may come as a shock.In the summer before my junior year in college, I was hired as a DJ at a local radio station. That particular station, WCRK, was AM and had a country/oldies format. I, not being fond of the country side of that list, chose to "spin" mostly the oldies.

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So, yesterday I posted with glee that my oh so talented husband, LA-B has accomplished something pretty effin cool. His script has moved into the next round at Sundance. YAY.This morning, I decide to check the comments to see if anyone had anything to say about this. There was one comment from someone who identified herself simply as Jen. Her comment? One would expect it would be some

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From the title of this post, one might think I was gonna lay down another one of my whiney rants. Oh, contraire, mon frair!The title is not indicative of my mood, rather it is indicative of the tune I am singing - the title song to the 1969 classic film in which Robert Redford played the aforementioned "Kid" and adopted his now infamous moniker which he loved so much that he named his institute

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1152432072818956972006-07-09T00:49:00.000-07:002006-07-09T01:01:12.843-07:00

So, I was sitting up here in Man Room (LA-B's office) posting some random items on Ebay. It was HOT. Hell hot. Like 90 degrees hot. One might think that I was sitting in some sort of sun room or screen porch or even on a balcony. No, I was inside. In our house, it was 90 degrees. I know it was ACTUALLY 90 degrees because I looked at the little display on the thermostat and it told me so.So

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1152163512055380062006-07-05T22:08:00.000-07:002006-07-05T22:25:12.093-07:00

I am a terrible BlahGer. Seriously, I am the worst. Please, accept my apology for being such a lazy grrrl. Perhaps I should just change the name of this blahg to "Loser Grrrl."So, let me get this straight...Korea is testing missiles that COULD hit us?Kenneth Lay died just a few months before he was to be sentenced for all that ENRON business.Atlantic city shut down the casinos because the

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1151474786845117872006-06-27T23:00:00.000-07:002006-06-27T23:06:26.870-07:00

My office mate turned me on to a very interesting organization the other day. It's called Modest Needs and it's pretty amazing. Remember that movie "Pay it Forward" that came out a few years back with Kevin Spacey, Hellen Hunt and that Haley Joel Osment kid from "The Sixth Sense"? OK the flick blew, but the sentiment was good. Well, this organization took the pay it forward idea and ran with

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1151102318821947622006-06-23T15:25:00.000-07:002006-06-23T15:38:40.043-07:00

So - what's with people that think they are the only person getting on or getting off an elevator? I was standing alone in the elevator today at the doctor's office. The door opens at the floor I needed and I started toward the door. To my surprise there was a man literally straddling the door as it opened. He began to just rush in - practically walked right over me.I, being the polite girl

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Check out some of these things I found instead of doing what I SHOULD be doing.The Morning news announced the winner of its plagiarism contest:Sloppy Seconds With Opal Mehta by Bonnie FurlongThe rules were as follows: - Your final piece is limited to 750 of other peoples' words; none of those words may be your own. - All material must be cited (author, work, page

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So, I'm driving to work this morning and the oddest most random thought pops into my head.Lay Away.Do people even do that anymore? Do stores offer this option anymore? My guess is no. I suppose with the advent and popularity of credit cards, there is no need for this once popular retail plan. And that makes me a little sad.I remember being a kid and seeing cool things at the Twin Fair, Big N

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1147410825144101602006-05-11T19:44:00.000-07:002006-05-12T10:59:16.566-07:00

Well, I have some news that isn't really news anymore. I have wanted to BlahG about this for some time. But, I had to hold off till some things were settled in the workplace. Those things are settled and so now I can shout it out loud.I am baking something here!There's a bun in my oven!Come October... 3 is a magic number.Stay tuned for more....

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Well, this has been quite a week in the life of this Valley Grrrl. If I was living in a soap opera, this would be that ratings week where Dixie comes back from the dead, Luke and Laura get hitched for the 27th time and Erica Kane reveals she is really a transvestite midgett. I'm not even sure where to begin. How about starting with Friday of last week? That's the day when my boss was, in the

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***WARNING - THIS POST CONTAINS DISCUSSION OF BODILY FUNCTIONS. IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE CLICK HERE FOR SOMETHING FAR LESS OFFENSIVE*** So, I work in a building that houses several production companies. There is a ladies room on the first floor that has something like 10 stalls in it. Now, I tend to be a creature of habit. I go for the large handicap stall at the far end.

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1146082960910277242006-04-26T13:19:00.000-07:002006-04-26T13:22:40.936-07:00

I was just feeling like I hadn't posted in such a long time so I thought I would jump on here during "lunch" and blabber.Yep.Lunch was a bean and cheese burito from the border. Mmm. LA-B will be disgusted when he reads this as he would prefer I (a) pack my own lunch (b) eat healthier food. But, I don't a or b most days and that makes me (c) happy (d) fat.

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1145477014103261282006-04-19T12:57:00.000-07:002006-04-19T13:03:34.173-07:00

OK, so, is it just me or has anyone else noticed that American Idol Chris Daughtry looks freakishly like my first love, teen sensation gone bad Leif Garrett? It's uncanny, really.

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Last night I dreamed about my childhood house on Elm Street. I dreamed that I was walking down the street with a group of co-workers (not my real co-workers, just dream co-workers) and my boss (again, not real boss) made a disparaging comment about the neighborhood. I said something like, "it's not really that bad. It used to be really nice - like Mayberry or something. In fact, I used to

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I don't know...it's just how I feel sometimes.

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Remember those old Reeses Peanut Butter Cup commercials where one dude is eating a chocolate bar and he bumps into a guy who is eating from a jar of peanut butter*? The chocolate dude says, "you got peanut butter on my chocolate!" And the peanut butter dude says, "No, you got chocolate in my peanut butter!"Well, I think a very similar altercation has occurred somewhere in the world and word of

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I want to post more often. I really do. Not that it seems that anyone is complaining about my absence, but I like to think at least a few people have been annoyed that my blog has been stuck on a picture of a half eaten wedding cake for almost a month. So, for those few, if they exist, I offer the following VERY VAGUE excuse.I can't blog because what I WANT to write about I CAN'T write about.

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Well today may be the third anniversary of the war, but yesterday was the 5th anniversary of me and LA-B getting hitched. Some people say their high school days were the best days of their lives. Some call the college years the ultimate. Me? It's gonna be hard to top the past 5 years! I guess we have a lifetime to try, though. I'll keep you posted.222 LA-B

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I got some pretty sad news today. One of Elvis' "Memphis Mafia" has gone on to be with the King. Here's the report from The Commercial Appeal in Memphis. Charlie Hodge, best known as Elvis Presley's backup singer and right hand man, died in Knoxville Friday night. Mr. Hodge, who'd recently been treated for lung cancer, died of respiratory failure at Fort Sanders Regional Medical Center. He was 71

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Talkin' to myself and feelin' oldSometimes I'd like to quitNothing ever seems to fitHangin' aroundNothing to do but frownRainy Days and Mondays always get me down. Insert sound of needle scratching across the old vinyl here. I couldn't disagree with this more. All due respect to Paul Williams and Roger Nichols, but you guys are crazy. Rainy days rule - especially when they fall on a Monday. I

Kelvishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06062145220593925867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19619554.post-1140984438363896152006-02-26T11:59:00.000-08:002006-02-26T12:07:18.383-08:00

I am the worst Blahger on the planet. Although, it is pretty typical for me to be all excited about something at the start and then slowly lose interest along the way. I haven't lost interest in this here blahG, not by a long shot. I just got sidetracked by a little thing I like to call SNOT.I traveled to Memphis last week for work and, as I am want to do, I got sick. LA-B says he isn't going

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Wow - geesh. Talk about dead air. That last post took me so long to write that I guess I needed a 2 week hiatus. I wish I could say I have been lounging on some tropical beach sipping fruity drinks while LA-B rubs cocoabutter on my pale sun-shy skin. But, no. In truth, it's been business as usual. Recently, though, I have came across something interesting that I thought I would share. Last

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Well, the day has finally come. It's January 30, 2006 and it's a BIG day for a certain Editor I know.Now while she may tell everyone that today marks the start of her 28th year on this earth, she is about 12 years off. So, in honor of the missing dozen, I thought I'd start the day by highlighting 12 more 2006 forty-year olds just so she'll see that she's in good company."It's The Great Pumpkin,

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Well, who knew that one little rant could cause such a stir? I decided to post this here rather than continue the string of comments.Here's the thing. I am not excusing James Frey for lying. I think smart wonderful talented writers like The Editor and LA Barabbas are coming at this issue from a different perspective than I am. I work in "reality" TV. I spend my days "freying" stories to make

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I am writing to express my utter disgust in Oprah's show today. I have long respected Ms. Winfrey as a supporter of the written word and patron of creativity, but after today, I see her as a self centered megalomaniac. I was proud of Oprah when I heard her call the Larry King show on January 11 to show her support for James Frey. I wholeheartedly agreed with her when she said that "A Million

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I have suddenly become very paranoid, or, depending on how you look at it, very discerning. Many of the recent happenings have led me to feel the world is against me. Remember our water heater experience? Well, as annoying as it was, things seemed to tie up pretty nicely. Or so I thought. Within 2 days of the leak, a nice repair man came out, removed the junky old water heater and installed a

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I really don't have much of anything to say tonight. But, I noticed it had been a few days since I ranted so I thought I should post SOMETHING.Here's what I am bugged about right now. I belong to a web-ring ( I think that is what it is called) of knitters called Stitch n' Bitch. It's a revolution of modern stitchrrrs. The very talented and wonderful matriarch of this group, Debbie Stoller, has

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At the risk of repeating myself, I want to remind (or tell - if this is your first visit) everyone that as of Jan 3, I spend my days reading letters from and about people who have pretty shitty lives. It's my job to determine if they are needy and deserving enough to get an ultimate domestic renovation. And let me tell you straight up - these people are in full on Mark Knopflers. They are in

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Well, I guess I have officially arrived in the world of blogging. I was tagged. Honestly, until just now, I had no clue what that meant, and I am still not entirely sure, but it does make me feel like I got picked early for the dodgeball game. So, here goes. Apparently I am supposed to write about my top five weird habits. And, I am supposed to include the following paragraph.The first player

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Ok - so, I just read this and, well, I want all my loved ones to know that this is what I expect them to do for me when I go.Woman who died in 2003 left in front of TVBy ASSOCIATED PRESSJanuary 9, 2006CINCINNATI (AP) - A dead woman dressed in white was positioned in a chair in front of a television set for 2 1/2 years because she told her caregiver that she didn't want to be buried and planned

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OK, I just want to say that I am not fond of the jumbled up letters that I am forced to type in order to post a comment on this site. I don't think I am officially dyslexic, but I tend to be lazy or, sometimes less than observant. I think it's an impatient thing. I am always mistyping addressed into mapquest and ending up at the wrong house. I constantly dial phone numbers wrong because I just

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Another day, another sinus headache. I woke up today much like I did Saturday. My head was pounding, I felt nauseous and HOT. I tried to stay in bed as long as I could. My theory was that if I was asleep, I wouldn't feel the pain. Trouble was I couldn't sleep anymore. I woke up around 5:30am and tossed and turned for the next 3 and a half hours. Finally at 9ish I dragged my sock monkey

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Wow, so many remedies. What's a gal to do? So far I have... held my head over a pot of boiling water that contained some liquid Vicks Vapo-rub (as close to Eucalyptus as I had on hand)took a hot shower (what exactly is a shower puck? Is it like those things they put in urinals?)snorted some Zicam (then promptly sneezed which of course sent the very expensive Zicam onto my pink kleenex tissue

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Ug. It seems every time I get on a plane I get sick. Sometimes it is immediate and other times it takes a few days for the little evil germs to make their way into my system. But it ALWAYS happens. This is no exception. I am currently battling a crappy nose full of snot that is just no fun at all. Last night I honestly thought I was having some sort of brain aneurysm because it felt like my

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