Thursday, April 28, 2005

i'm here

wow, i got an invitation and i can now write any old comment i want. cool, huh??

ok all

this is the deal. Breeops is for everyone. Anyone and everyone can post on Breeops and feel like they are awesome. Probsmajor is exclusively Kerry's blog, although comments up the ying yang are allowed, provided that there are not so many of them as to significantly impede movement. bowel, or any other kind. bm, if you will. so, to reiterate, post on Breeops all the doo-lah day, everyone.

peace out.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

huh?

ok, so what's going on here? who should post here? who should post at the new blog site? i'm so confused!!

help!

all righty

i have invited mrs and ryan to the blog. should they choose to post, this blog will self-destruct in 30 seconds.

new ker blog

ok everyone, i have created a new blog for myself: probsmajor.blogspot.com
why probsmajor? b/c i tried "probs" and it said NO. so, i decided that they had probs, major and so i informed them of their involuntary upgrade in probs status .

this blog shall be henceforth used as a whatever fam/friend blog, news, etc. i hand it over. i concede. i give up the fight. actually, i don't. but i do want to have my own kerry blog, so this will no longer be known as exclusively mine. not that it really was, since i invited you all. forgive me, for i knew not what i did!!!

so, mrs, you can now post comments on my new blog to your heart's content. and should you wish to say, "I love Kerry", i will not stop you in the least bit. :) I love Mom!!

btw

and by the way, braden, did i tell you to tear off big chunks of your lip???? don't go blaming me or my corned beef sandWICH which i made with loving care. :)

and you're right, i'm not free. :)

the universe must have its dieinahugefire!!

due to popular demand, i am once again posting on breeops.

to explain "powerstrip" to those of us who might be wondering why my blog suddenly seemed to be rated NC-17, it's a mishearing of mine when Braden had said "punishment". So i said, what is that...superman playing poker???" yes, yes, i know...good one.

so i'm debating creating a different blog of my own and leaving this one for the fam, or un-inviting you all and then we can create a different one for the fam. i'm leaning towards just creating a different one for me, since you all have COMPLETELY TAKEN OVER!!!!! jk.

so NOHS got a freaking SNOW DAY on Monday. can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live in, where a snowstorm dressed up as a THUNDERSTORM gets Kevin out of school???
(name the quote, and i will give you year old sweettarts)

i have my first physical therapy appt today at 11:30am. i'm hoping they'll say, shazam! you're healed....now go and run to your heart's content. and i will say, thank you, i will.

COMING SOON

to a game board near you!!!

PowerStrip




This game not yet rated by the Collective Ratings Administration Protectorate

excuse me missy...

You are not free. You are far from it. Near as I can figure, I spent 600 dollars on my little 65 hour trip out to ohio. Take away travel time and I paid 600 dollars for 46 hours. That is 13 dollars an hour (and I'm not even taking into account the pain and suffering cost for my severely lacerated lip from your corned beef sandwhich. Add it all up and the total cost equals approximately the GNP of Latvia.

But don't worry, you are worth it.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

UMMM

Powerstrip doesn't sound like a Rated G game.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

death

nope, no one died...but BradenJohnMr came to Ohio for a visit over the weekend and has just left. so now i am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE..

just kidding. miss you, BradenJohnmr!!!!!!!

i can't believe you made it to your gate on time. that is some super magic power you have.

let's play powerstrip!

Friday, April 22, 2005

nothing's right breeops is torn

so did everyone die? or have you all been frightened away by my crazy multiple blogs? kerry, i hope you fix your blog how you want it to be soon.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

what the......

something is seriously wrong with breeops or my computer or the universe.

what the......

something is seriously wrong with breeops or my computer or the universe.

yo spelling

i hate it when i post stuff without reading it first. my fast typing isn't very accurate and i'm not a good spelling in general. please disregard any crazy stuff you see. And if i misspelled anything here as well, then i've made my point.

yo spelling

i hate it when i post stuff without reading it first. my fast typing isn't always accurate. hence crazy stuff.

kerry wants us all to leave!

ok, kerry, i got your message on my blog. you want to people to leave comments like on my blog. well the problem is that you invited all of us to join the blog you made. so in reality, it isn't your blog any more, it's ours, because we all have the ability to leave posts. if you want your own blog where you can leave your own posts and we can make comments you'll probably have to change your settings. uninvited us or something. :) if you change it to make your own personal blog, it might be fun to make another family blog where we can all make posts. i kind of think it's fun this way were we can all make posts and kind of have a running coversation.

got it? :-)

"I don't like the rain" she says...

Please compare evidence #1 with evidence #2.

The prosecution rests.

Ana María Matute? Where you at, Ana?

yes, I AM entertained.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

ggggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh

dan, let me say that if you don't control yourself, you will be censored like Ana María Matute during the Franco regime in Spain!!!! and that was some serious censorage.

AM I NOT MERCIFUL???!!!!!!!!!!!!

dan chose.........poorly.

The Voyage Home

I think it would be much more effective to go and then keep calling it Star Wars...

PS thanks for the closed captioning for the inside-joking impaired.

Star Trek, part III

Now, before I comment on how long it would take for us to get thrown out, may I just say "good one". Before you take that as a personal attack, try to look at this from a neutral point of view. If someone else, say me, had come up with this idea to go to a Star Trek convention and call it "Star Track", how long before you were all looking around at each other and saying "good one" (perhaps with optional good one hand signal*?). I'd say about 5-10 seconds. So, let me be the first to say - "good one".

* The good one hand signal is made by sticking the index finger out, a la a Sign Language "G" (for good one). It's kind of a good one in and of itself, which is pretty much the point.

Track

I think we'd have to say Star Track about twice before something happened to us. Anyone at a Star Trek convention is seriously hard core into Star Trek. So the first time that we said "Star Track" maybe they'd think they didn't hear us right. But once we said "Star Track" the second time then all the alarms would go off and we'd be thrown out on our butts.
That would suck, being thrown out of a nerd convention.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

tiredness

you are all the schmoopies. i am the kerry of tiredness. ahhhhhhhhh death. kerry need sleepy.

i got 100% on dan's quiz. yay me.

i go to work on my current translation. why is this, do you ask? because it's due tomorrow? yes.

i feel a distinct energy field disturbance. star trekkian.
wouldn't it be fun to go to a Star Trek convention and keep calling it "Star Track"? who wants to go with me? how long until they kick us out? bets?

No no no

No Carolyn you're the schmoopie

smooch!

There sure is a lot of smoochy whoochy stuff going on around here. :-)

And since it seems to be going around I will now profess my love for my awesome husband! Dan, you are soooooooo great! smooch smooch i love you!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Please allow me to clarificate

When I referred to a beautiful, old Ohioan, I meant the word "old" as in the sense of "old compared to the videos on the new release section of the video store" and not "old" as in the sense of "old compared to an oak tree".

Thank you.

-Me-

mon mal

Please forgive me .

If you're going to quoth scripture

Then at least you have to link it. This is a blog after all. Otherwise ye shall be banisheth to the 20th century.

1 Nephi 16:2

i have papers to correct!!!

BradenJohnmr:

BITE ME. AND I MEAN THAT IN THE FRIENDLIEST WAY POSSIBLE.

i'm kidding. about which part, you'll never know. mwhhhahahhhaha.

Please see

1 Nephi 16:2

what is this business??

i know you're not referring to me in your last post, Braden. b/c if by ANY chance you were, the beautiful comments most definitely do NOT negate the old comment. you're no spring chicken yourself.

And as far as Tommy Lee Jones goes, yeah, I admit, he was freaking hot BACK IN THE DAY, like in his 30's, but now he's just craggy. So he is an exception to the Sean Connery/Harrison Ford rule.

and keek is just the phonetic, lazy way to say regoarrarr, regoarrarr.

so it turns out i have tendonitis, not a fracture...but i'm supposed to keep off my leg and remain on crutches for a few more days, as well as going to physical therapy a few times. they'll tell me techniques and stuff for avoiding future injuries as well.

Old Women

Are you kidding Carolyn? I know this one woman from Ohio who is old but just keeps getting more and more beautiful. And wrinkly schminkly, she has skin as smooth as a baby's... well... I suppose babies have lots of wrinkles, don't they. Bad analogy. You get the point, though. Or maybe you don't. Frankly, my dear, I don't give at the office (I give through church).

excuse me, stewardess

I speak jive.

keek

And what is with this keek jive? How are you supposed to pronounce that?

Tommy vs Harrison

Tommy lee jones = ugly man. Harrison was hot back in the day, and for an old guy he's still pretty good looking now. Why is it that guys can get old and still look so hot. Women just get old and wrinkly and ugly.

you're talkin

bout someone who finds Tommy Lee Jones hot, so I'd worry if I were you

My, my, my, my, my, what a mess.

keek ker, are you saying that you found that 50 year old man hot? I can dye my hair grey if you would like.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

he had a mechanical.......ARM

just for everyone's general FYI, Harrison Ford most definitely is not hot in that movie until he shaves off his "i have a carpet on my face, but somehow I managed to attract Sela Ward anyway".

Desmondo José Luis..? ...where you at, Desmondo?

I DIDN'T KILL MY WIFE

But I am going to buy about 200 bottles of ketchup over the next week or two.

And yes, I have watched The Fugitive on consecutive nights on TNT - why do you ask?

tout le monde

hey carolyn,

thanks for coming aboard. i invited mostly fam, and braden. that's it so far, but i'm getting used to this whole blog thing. by the way, i was going to tell you this via aol, but you totally DISSED me!! : )

yo out there

kerry,

ok, who all has been invited to this blog? i have no idea who i'm even talking to out there.

-carolyn

paper of death

so this is what i wrote at the beginning of my 5000 word paper for spanish lit class:

(insert teacher's name here)….i want to write this paper like I want more time on crutches. Which is nil, none, zero, zilch, zero, ningun, ninguno, de ninguna manera, never in my life, and never. Oh yeah…JAMAS

i then proceeded to name it: Paper of Death, Destruction, and Procrastination

are you getting the sense that maybe i don't care to write this paper? or maybe i just don't care, period.

ahhhhhh, the end of the semester. that time in a young person's life when she asks herself, why the crap do i put myself through this year after year???

Like I really have time to be doing this

Yeah, so i'm only on here b/c "blogger" wouldn't let me post on carolyn's blog anonymously...as if i were going to do a drive-by blogging and swear at her or something. 'cause that's SO my personality...

It is Sunday, and i'm at home b/c i have a possible stress fracture of my right leg. The nurse practitioner (that does not even remotely look like the correct spelling, but i checked, and it's right) said that the Xray showed a "questionable area", which basically is another way to say, "I have no idea what is wrong with you", but still sound like you know what you're talking about. :)
I kid. She was actually the nicest nurse EVER and took the time to answer my incessant questions, such as, "But will I be able to RUN again??", even though how could she know, when all she can say is "questionable area" about the Xray? But she was cool, and I will most definitely request her if/when I go back to the Health Center. So i'm going back to meet with her and the sports medicine doctor tomorrow morning to find out what it is and all that good stuff. If it is in fact a stress fracture, I will probably need a walking boot...which, as you may have guessed, is a boot made for walking....all...over...you. And i'll need that for 6 weeks. keek. This is running (no pun intended) into my summer!!! On the other hand, I just want to get it fixed, b/c this is a recurring running injury from over 3 yrs ago, and I want it healed so I don't have to worry about it anymore.
So in the meantime, I'm on crutches, at least for the weekend. And, let me tell you, HOOOAH, crutches. My whole upper body is sore, as well as my palms. So basically, i'm walking around on it anyway, albeit gingerly, just so i don't have to deal with the freaking crutches. which, yes, i realize, is probably less effective, but hey.
All this for running for like 20 minutes. Silly me, I thought maybe I could run after 3 freaking years!!! and probably the Tae-Bo didn't help, either. DOUBLE TIME!!!

Crutches are not as cool as they look

So I just created my first "blog". This is a test, this is only a test.

Breeops?

Wine, Wine, Wine. I thought you didn't like Whine.

Keek.

I've never joined a blog before and now that I have it's like, oh. ok.

The problem with blogs is that I sit down to type, with my head full of... well... full of something, and then I start to type and realize that my head wasn't full of anything interesting - or if it was, it is now full of moldy squeeze cheeze, because that is approximately the sum total of what subsequently spews forth from thence.

I'm flying to Ohio in less than a week. Well, I suppose the airplane is flying. I'll just be sitting in the newly revised and "comfortable"cabin developing leg cramps, DVTs, and various bacterial infections from the sundry allotment of roughly humanoid creatures seated around me staring hypnotically into the screens of their laptop devices and releasing toxic bacteria which thier bodies would kill easily if they ever got off of their somewhat enlargated posteriors and participated in activities (procluding, of course, running for 20 minutes, because we all know what danger that imposes).

Don't worry, though (like you were...) because I have a good goal in going to Ohio. I feel relatively confident that upon arrival, I will be able to find at least one good host body for my newfound friend, Mr. DeadlyBacteria. My mission, which I have chosen to accept, is to arrive at the airport, successfuly negotiate the maze of death to the rental car company counter, constructively convey concrete cash or card transactions to redeem diminutive automobiles from the eeeevil clutches of the Avis demons of destruction, drive defensively, yet dangerously down the freeway to the first university town that I come to, and infect the first 27 year old female that I come across (provided that she rocks the hizouse). Upon infection and verification of proper commencement of bacterial growth, I must then drive frantically, following fairly straight-forward directions to return the car of doom and defamation to the demons of devilishly delightful surcharges. At said point, I will pay the surcharges that were never mentioned until said point in time, and then proceed to check in at the airport, where I will pay an additional surplus of surprising surcharges. The next task will be to navigate the strip-search section of silly security and rush irrationally to the gate, only to find that my flight has been cancelled due to me being scheduled to fly on it.

Then again, perhaps that wouldn't be too bad, becuase at this point, I could return to the aforementioned university town and nurse the aforementioned rockin' 27 year old back to health and wellness.

The End.