So, here is a photo from 1987; Haven is on the far left in her Smiths shirt (de rigueur for us then)...Stacy is sweet, as always, in the pink and then me, giant oaf with hair covering face (I felt this was supremely fashionable at the time.....)
Below is another photo of us, now 2007, at the same Flag Pole Hill in Dallas,TX at our 20 year high school reunion...I am so happy I don't wear my hair in my face now...we all look sorta hot still, which is nice.....And I think my friends have had pretty good adventures since high school. Me, not so sure. Still reeling from the fact that the guy who wanted to divorce me, mr. total ass-lack-of-compassion and "oh, I changed my mind about kids but haven't told you for over 6 months how I feel and, instead, am being passive aggressive about it and won't respond to your attempts to do anything to save this marriage", that cocksucker has a really nice girlfriend (poor girl) and I am shitty all alone still and probably won't get to have a family, one of my big dreams...I can't even get my butt in gear to organize another band. Chepo is too busy but I wish he could give me tips on what to do to start one; I was pretty lucky the last time and everything just fell into place...Well, what started as musings on a high school reunion has turned to simmering rage over an ass of a failed marriage and depression over no creative outlets. Whoo-hoo! I better chipper up, have to be a nanny in about an hour.....

PUT A PET IN IT
I don't know how to make a title for a blog posting, but if I could I would title this "Put a Pet in It". You may wonder, "Why? Why title this 'Put a Pet in It'? Doesn't Kerri love her pet and pets in general?" Well yes, yes I do love my pet and pets overall, as a general rule. However, I don't know how I feel about the prominence of pets in advertising these days. Sure, I could give Faith Popcorn a run for her money as a "Trend Predictor", so I knew pets were the way to go ages ago,... not to mention that in one of my journals in the early-to-mid 1990's I had already predicted that there would soon be a pop-dance hit song using samples from the music of India/South Asia (uh, think "Toxic" by Britney Spears, among others)...oh, yeah, and I predicted peanut butter being packaged in the same manner as stick lard/shortening YEARS ago.....anyway, thus, it is not too surprising that pets are running rampant in advertising these days. But I continue to be slightly disturbed by a recent television advertisement for Haverty's furniture that features creatures on couches and beds and pillows....you do not want to spend the ridiculous amounts of money that Haverty's would have you spend on a couch and then just allow your white, long-haired, freakily-fuzzy puppy to loll about on it.....would you? Is this how we take care of our belongings in America today? Please, put a little blanket down on the cushion first, protect that investment. In fact, join that craft revolution out there (the one that makes you think you are getting a finely handcrafted item that will last forever and be an heirloom piece, only to discover that some stoner just used fancy glue to rig it together and it falls apart after one gentle handwashing....) Oh, I am getting off topic. And I have to get off the computer now and actually work. But, please, remember:
Weave yourself a decent little throw or diligently sew a quilt for your pet before allowing him or her to lollygag about on your furniture!!! Thanks.
More trend predictions coming soon as well as my dissertation, "The History of Rick-a-Rack and It's Impact on Economic Success in the Craft Realm Today".
Sayonara!
ps. Note that I yet again am unable to post a photo at this time! Go me! Whoo-hoo!

Well, I started out this morning, my third day trapped in my casa due to "Ice Storm 07" here in Austin, TX, with the intent of updating the blog, making mental resolutions to adhere to strict blogging routines daily, etc etc....and I was actually trying to upload a photo of my nieces staring in wonder at the animatronic "James Brown" singing/dancing puppet thing my ex-husband and I once owned....(oh, where is it now? did I let Greg have that, too? God, not a good idea to split up personal belongings during divorce whilst recovering from spinal fusion surgery;didn't he realize I was seriously on drugs at that time??).....anyway, instead, since I never name my photos when I store them on computer.....instead, here I am circa 1971, in the same bathroom where I clean myself even today whenever I visit my Mama in Big D...It was the norm, pre-pedophile-mania, to take cute nudie pics of kids in bathtubs and here is mine. I miss my sweet Daddy...Having been trapped in my house for a few days has allowed me to actually read books and shred all those annoying credit card promos one gets in the mail. I just wish I had not run out of butter......But,since logging on and finding it difficult to upload photos due to no names, I suddenly have yet another task to help me whittle away this freezing day! Let's hear it for re-naming all the photos on the computer! Whoopeee! Then, in future, I will be able to find the correct photo and write brilliant and hilarious things about said photos and then someone in Hollywood will steal all my brilliant ideas and I will be pissed......I mean, that is what I wonder...why do people blog freely? I swear, I would pay to read some of the stuff I see. Not my own drivel---I mean, I save all the best stuff for my journal which I just KNOW will be published upon my death and everyone will be like, "Oooh, I never knew...especially from reading that blog..."---yes, I have been diligently journal writing since about the age of 8 or 9 with the deep rooted belief that anything I ever attempt to write and/or publish openly will ne'er compare to the wondrous, comical, touching, etc thoughts that I scribble into my big spiral notebooks and hide in my closet or, occassionally, next to my bed. So really, dear readers, you are putting up with a bunch of nothing on this blog, but just wait until I am dead someday! Really! You won't be able to put my diaries down! Of course, that is, if anyone finds them and gets them out there for me....maybe we can put them out at my wake for folks to peruse...Or maybe, just maybe, I should shed my fears about folks criticizing my sentence structure and attempt to entertain all ya'll out here on the Interweb with somethin' good. Maybe next time.
And, I solemnly swear, on my honor, not only to live by the Girl Scout law but to write more often than every three months.
If I can find the right pictures to go with posts.....shit, another excuse.....

This is the picture....finally....why am I able to add this on my computer but not at work? Hmmm...maybe because I am supposed to be WORKING at work......

Why won't the computer let me add the Hedwig pictures? UGH. Well, what is really cool is that there is this one photo of me entering as HEDWIG and walking past a guy who I later discovered was named Devin....or maybe Devon? Anyway, he was cute but I discovered later (on MySpace) that he is 23, so I can't believe I thought he was so cute---good lord, I could technically be his mother if I had given birth at 14 yrs old....anyway, there is a great photo of me walking past this dude who seriously saved me at moments during performance when I couldn't remember the lyrics. But......I can't get the photos....hmmm....will be back later to try again.....