i’ve now bought my second Iowasoccermom original. and the auction is still going on. today’s painting is a really cool cardinal. go check it out and her other works. some of them are still available, and she posts new ones every day.

the voters who put the wussy senators in office who are abstaining from the Alito vote because they’re not sure which way the wind is blowing today should vote them out of office. period. i can’t believe i’m watching a confirmation vote. go me.

that includes Hillary Clinton, Chafey (who i’m sure said this week that he’ll vote no on Alito), Harkin, John Kerry (does he ever actually vote? ever?), my Senator Nelson who we’ll be voting out this year anyway, Roberts, and apparently 2 others who i missed when that FoxNews lady started talking over the Ayes and Nos. ok, now i guess they’re walking down their votes. maybe they didn’t want their nos on TV? like we thought they could possibly vote yes? i bet Chafey votes Aye so he doesn’t get fired. hmm. there goes another Aye, wonder who that was?

why do they say Aye instead of just Yes? yay, my Senator Martinez said Aye.

wow, there are a lot of Senators whose last name starts with S. and the lady who is calling out the names, her voice sounded happy after the 51st aye.

yay for a new SC Justice who thinks the Constitution is worth something! i think the gloating will be going on at IMAO for the rest of the day.

that’s funny, some commentator on FNC just said that there are some Democrats who haven’t yet voted, and they can’t figure out why. uhhhhhh, they’re running for President?

the pharmacy lady called this morning (woke me up at 8:22) and told me that she checked my case just for funsies, since Tamika at the doctor’s office never did call her back, and my hormones shipped yesterday. she was panicked and glad that she caught me at home, because they didn’t even call me to schedule, they just shipped them.

so tonight i’ll start back on them.

tv is on in the background as i get my wheels going this morning, and there was some trial lawyer commercial on, and i swear i heard “if you’re aware of flatulence activity”. yeah, that got my attention. turns out they said, “if you’re aware of fraudulent activity.” flatulence made it a much more interesting and less appealing trial lawyer.

hey look. they’re announcing the Oscar nominations, and it’s not 7:38 in the morning where i am. i used to actually pay attention to this stuff before Hollywood became i realized Hollywood was all about pushing agendas by highlighting movies at award shows. i even used to do whole analyses to say who should win and who would win. now all i wonder is who should pay me back my ticket price for all these crappy movies that they nominate.

funny, i used to go to the movies all the time. i mean, i’d go at least once a week during Oscar season and would do lots of Saturday movie marathons to make sure i saw all the movies Hollywood told me i should see because they’re like the best agendas ever.

btw, what’s Mira Sorvino doing helping present the nominees? does she even act anymore? i’m asking seriously because i don’t think i’ve seen her in anything in years.

Supporting Actress - i haven’t seen 1 of those movies.

Supporting Actor - i saw Crash and Cinderella Man. yay me!

Best Actress - didn’t see any of those, but i want to see Walk the Line

Best Actor - haven’t seen those.

Director - Woo! i betcha Paul Haggis wins Director but not best Picture.

Screenplay - i saw Crash.

Adapted Screenplay - didn’t see any of those.

Foreign Language Film - didn’t see those, but they nominated one whose title translates
to Merry Christmas. do they know they did that?

Animated Feature (category created a few years ago, because the non-animated filmmakers were a-scared of the animateds taking away their awards) - Corpse Bride will make Jim and Rachel happy. ok, i didn’t see any of those either.

Best Picture - i’m shocked that Brokeback Mountain got nominated, because there’s like no agenda in that. hey look! Crash! i saw one of these! wow. no Best Pic nomination for Walk the Line.

oh my goodness. E.D. just said that she’s surprised that Brokeback Mountain hasn’t made more money. are you serious? do you really think that a good portion of America wants to watch an agenda movie about gay cowboys? why do you say stupid things sometimes?

hey, the good news? i am not angry about the stupid thing E.D. said. yay progress!

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i went beachside today to pick up the final paperwork from the title company. she told me to come today (Frank heard her), so i came today and she told me that i’m not supposed to come until tomorrow.

i should always take my camera when i go over there, it’s pretty in spots.

after my trip down A1A for no reason at all, i got my massage. Vickie and i agree that the hormones are the problem. i’ve called the pharmacy again today and left a message to see what the status is. i’m so fed up with them and the doctor’s office, but i honestly think it’s more on the doctor’s end, because i know how frustrating they are to work with.

after the massage, which was very painful (especially my arms, ouchie!) and very beneficial, i went for some shopping therapy. i went to TJ Maxx and got a really cool water can for a flower arrangement in the perfect colors to match the livingroom.  then at Big Lots i got several decorative bowls for the plant ledges, a hanging basket for a flower arrangement, and more pretty pepper bottles. supercheap at Big Lots.

and now i’m home and going to clean my kitchen and guest room. then compile.

i’ve been bombarded with super sweet emails while i was gone today. y’all are the best and i love y’all.

i liked this bit from Bikermommy:

Just get outside more and that will cheer you up…unless you get eaten by an alligator.

or really close to a window. man, i hope if Minerva finds it, she waits until i’ve got a camera handy. that was some of my best catblogging ever.

this was exactly what i needed. the evil fake sarahk has been very busy. i especially love this one about Pappy’s new job. anyone find Bikermommy in that picture? i did.

MAL:  This is the captain. We may experience some turbulence and then… explode.

i always reconsider posts like this, because i don’t want to get a bunch of calls and emails asking me if i’m ok, and what do i think is wrong with me, and maybe i should see a doctor about it, and am i happy, and am i still in love, and is Frank treating me ok. stupid stupid questions and statements. but it’s not like i have a friend here that i can talk about this in person with. all my friends here are either busy with work or just superficial friends that i don’t confide in. that’s probably my fault, because it requires my reaching out, or knocking on someone’s door, or picking up the phone and calling. i hate that.
my mood. awful. has been for weeks. don’t really know why. every little thing sets me off. i don’t know, it’s ever since we got back from the honeymoon, and i started having all that trouble sleeping. i’m sleeping better now, but i still wake up at least once most nights. it’s better, though. but ever since the sleeping trouble started i haven’t been able to control my emotions very well. Frank bears the brunt of it most of the time. btw, what’s a brunt?
so you can imagine how foul i am after working with Movable Type last night and this morning. like snap-people’s-heads-off-with-my-thumb-and-forefinger kind of foul.
what kind of blog software makes their interface usable in only Internet Explorer? are you kidding me? is there some switch i need to flip or some box i need to check so i’ll just be able to open it in Firefox and see a real life pretty interface instead of this ugly, disorganized, white sheet? does SixApart realize that IE sucks and kills computers?

i kind of snapped at hubby when he told me everything would just be fine if i’d open it in IE. so i did, and everything worked. but i refuse to open IE every day. i might as well just say, “dear Microsoft. please destroy my computer. thanks, SarahK.”
and what order am i supposed to do it all in? i get at least 2 emails a day, people asking for a podcast. we’re working on it, but i have other stuff to do, and i’m trying to prioritize just what i should do between headaches. my #1 priority is supposed to be editing and proofreading the IMWs for the first compilation (a moneymaker, unlike the podcast, so guess which i’m more motivated to do?). meanwhile i’m supposed to fix the IMAO blog and do all kinds of stuff to make it all better. plus i need to add bells and whistles to my own blog and Angela’s.
plus i have this house to clean, and laundry so i don’t get kidded in front of other women about my ability to get Frank clean socks every 8 weeks. yeah, that was fun. how stupid is it that something like that would make me cry? are you serious? tears over me saying, “wow, you’re efficient,” when the tablecloth is in the washing machine as soon as dinner is over, and Frank responding with, “yeah, if it was SarahK, it’d get done in about 8 weeks”? it’s so ridiculous. thank goodness i at least waited till we were in the car and almost home to cry. how stupid would that have been, crying about that in front of other people.
maybe it’s the guilt i feel over staying home. like i should be out there making everyone around me miserable so i can pick up my 55K a year paycheck and absolutely hate to get out of bed every day. not worth it. but yeah, i feel guilty over it. even though i’m doing other stuff that’s going to make money when it gets done, and i’m going to start making jewelry and flower arrangements to sell (i’ve learned i’m really good at the flower arranging), but i haven’t even gotten close to starting on all of that.

inadequate. i always feel inadequate. except yesterday afternoon. pleased my man real good. :-) didn’t feel inadequate then. but pretty much every other time, i feel that way. and it’s my own stupid fault. i know i’m not inadequate, but i let myself feel that way.

goodness, even E.D. Hill is annoying me this morning, and i totally heart her. how overdramatic can you get about “are criminals getting smarter because of TV shows?”

oh, and she just asked if the Iraqi insurgents are helping the U.S. somehow. give me an everloving freaking break.

i want a Hobby Lobby. Hobby Lobby always makes me feel better. the closest one is in the Panhandle of Florida. maybe i could make it by nightfall and have some shopping therapy. or i’ll just hop a Southwest flight to Austin and get some Louie’s 106 Prince Edward Island mussels in creamy white mariniere sauce over linguine. thanks Rachel.

Tarina’s coming to visit soon. i hope it’s February or March. i can spend the whole time she’s here just talking her ear off.

my ring finger is getting worse again. it got better for a while because i’ve been putting cortizone on it several times a day. but now it’s getting itchy again. i know i’m gonna have to go to the doctor over it.

i’m so sick of doctors. i’m sick of paying my $20 copay just so the doctor can tell me he/she wants bloodwork even though she knows what the bloodwork will say. or ask me if my meds are still working. seriously, i will tell you if my meds aren’t working. and goodness, why do i have to have the worst headaches in a long time 2 weeks after i have seen the neurologist and told him that everything is grand.

and i’m sick of the incompetent girl at the doctor’s office who doesn’t return my phone call and then acts all cutesy to try to make me forget that she’s lazy. “oh, i’m so sorry * giggle * that i didn’t call you back last week * giggle * ! giiiiirrrrl, the day just got away from me, and i was * giggle * swamped, and man… what a day. * sigh * ” and then she doesn’t call the pharmacy back when all the pharmacy needs to know is what day did you fax that doctor approval to the insurance company, and which fax number did you use?
maybe that’s it. the growth hormones are back out of my system, because i’ve been off of them for 3 months. slow healing and long-lasting bruises, check. low self-esteem, comes and goes. increased abdominal obesity, check. seriously, i have a brand new stomach shape like i’ve never had. problem with sleep quality, yep. headaches caused by associated low blood sugar, maybe. i’ve had LBS for a while now.

i’m not pregnant, i did the test. please don’t ask.

anyway. nothing’s wrong and everything’s wrong. insert expletive here.

IMAO is down, because our host server has a math problem.

i deleted a bunch of temp files to make way for the upgrade, which was failing due to lack of disk space even though the files are 8MB and the free space was 28MB or something like that.

so when i deleted the temp files, which were all stats files, then clicked on the trashcan to empty it, somehow that deleted the trashcan. and doubled the size of used space. ??? so now our available space is -162 MB or something like that (it changes). so when i try to recreate the trashcan, which is causing the problem, it tells me i can’t because i’ve exceeded my disk space.

whatever.

ok, so the host tech support people think i’m a moron because when they answer my questions about my own blog, they answer in geek, and i don’t speak that language. so they get all snippy with me and use phrases like “as stated in our previous email”.

so i told Frank he has to email them. they like him fine.

UPDATE: ok, it was maybe definitely something i did that freaked out the server.

Rosie Perez is the most annoying actress of all time.

ok, so being a lazy housewife who just watches tv all day, i’m kinda tired of watching the same TV series on DVD over and over. and my hubby won’t let me watch any of our movie DVDs that i haven’t seen unless he’s with me, because we have to watch them together, and i’m all for that.

so i’m doing finances and preparing all the stuff for taxes and whatnot today. and in the background, i’ve had on FoxNews, poker, yesterday’s General Hospital, and then celebrity poker. yes, very exciting day at the k-j house. and after celebrity poker, Bravo has on Kathy Griffin, and i’m like where’s the remote? but they bleep her, which is good. but i’m too ensconced in major Quicken madness to find it.

now it’s almost an hour later, and i have been laughing my butt off, looking at what Frank made in his coal-mining job last year. she is sooo funny. maybe it’s because she can’t stand the self-importance of most celebrities either and is relentless in making fun of them. i don’t know, but she’s killing me.

huh.

UPDATE: don’t mistake funny for clean.

we saw a commercial for that movie Firewall the other day, and Frank said to me, “do you know what a firewall is?”

he knew before he finished saying it that it was a really stupid question. i just looked at him and silently thanked him for offering the biggest “1″ ever.

“of course you know what a firewall is.”

“yeah, it’s one of those walls… that you set on fire…”

sometimes i think he really thinks i’m dumb.

i try to do it well, i really do.

yesterday i was so proud. new coffeemaker, yay. so i made Frank’s coffee for when he got home. after that, i set it all up for this morning. set the clock, set the timer, added the coffee, added the water…

at 6:20 Frank woke me up by not snuggling me, and i told him he should have coffee, because i set it to be ready at 6. i wondered why i couldn’t smell the coffee, though.

so at 6:45 when Frank was out of the shower and ready for his coffee, he told me that in order to have the coffeemaker make the coffee, i have to push the On button.

yeah, so best intentions and no coffee. and i was so proud of myself.

Heidi Fairbanks from Hawaii. actually, yeah, i thought it was Jessica Simpson when she was walking down the street at first. sings better than Jessica Simpson, even with the yelling. come on, Randy, i think she can grow. punky men. she would have gotten better at the pop. this is one of those rare occasions where i disagree with Simon.

Shawn Vasquez. seriously, if i didn’t know he was a boy and had only heard and not sing, i would have thought that was a girl voice. and i don’t have anything good to say. i wonder if Paula knows she doesn’t have to think of a positive in everyone’s performance. it’s ok to just say no. moving on.

you know, those pretty landscapes are even prettier in HD.

Jose Penala. very nice.

man, people, will y’all people please not sing the Dixie Chicks. blech.

Matthew Paulson. yeah, not so good. no, dude! you’re ruining it for me! be gracious. stop talking. you seemed so nice walking out. never say the judges screwed up. 9 times out of 10, the contestant screwed up. just move on.

John Williams. i already like him, because he’s the only military guy so far who didn’t wear his uniform as a gimmick. whoa, remix. hmm. is someone gonna throw something at me if i say i actually liked it?

Katharine McPhee. ok, i actually love that God Bless the Child song. and i don’t know why, because it’s one of the weirdest weirdest songs. she’s wonderful, she has amazing control over the voice. excellent.

Eric Cornforth. ouch, what was that? ok, i can tell that Simon feels the same way about the awfuls that make it through to sing for him as i do.

Shalicia Carlisle. first, lose the hair flower. that’s soooo 2 seasons ago, and remembering Jasmine does not give me a good feeling. ok, that was so cute with Simon calling the boss of the job she quit to ask for her job back. one of my favorite AI moments ever. “so it’s a yes?”

Shawna White. LOL, she comes in Heidi braids, and Simon says “Velcome to American Idol.” hahahahaha. i thought she was pretty good, especially for 16. the long notes are pretty good, she needs sharpening. i just hope she loses the braids. but not in a Britney Spears kind of losing the braids (translated:  don’t turn into a complete pseudo-whore).

Marcus Phillips. ouch. um, didn’t anyone in Sunday school tell you that you should never ever sing “This Little Light of Mine”? Simon’s as bored and annoyed as i am.

Jayne Santayana. can your skirt be any shorter? the song sounded forced. the voice was too nasal at times, and i didn’t like her either. it’s like i share a brain with Simon sometimes. ok, why are Paula and Randy giving him such a hard time? he’s right, and they’re letting everyone through.

Deborah Dawn Tilley. sounds like Cher. that’s not a compliment. she’s in control of it, but she sounds like Cher. good body though.

what’s wrong with Simon? nothing. he’s right.

i bet the last contestant is thrilled that Simon is gone, since he’s the only one who’s completely honest.

ok, Manuel Viramontes, you’re blathering on. shut up and sing. oh. nevermind, keep talking instead. um, when they tell you to stop singing, that means stop.

maybe AI should stop going to San Francisco. that was appalling.

so Pappy got a new job today. recently he sold one of his businesses, and his other businesses and business properties are up for sale. and he wasn’t looking for a job, but a friend called him and told him they want him.

it’s a sales manager something or other or something. anyway, he’s excited about it and Bikermommy’s excited about it.

but i asked Bikermommy if she told him that his stepdaughter would disown him.

“why?”
“um, mom… he’s going to work for [a company that makes a competing product to Coca-Cola]?”
“oh yeah.”
“i mean, Coke should buy stock in me.”

many of you will remember “musee” Heidi who carried her baby to term and gave birth to a beautiful boy. the amazing part of the story is that Heidi discovered she had breast cancer in her first trimester.
read the story here. Heidi is going on the lecture circuit to tell people about her miracle. and here is a link to her precious son Noah’s first commercial.

Philippians 4:6-7

6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;
7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

God is good.

i just went to all recipes to look up the recipe for Taco Lasagna that we’re having tonight, and the front page says “Chinese New Year. Celebrate the Year of the Dog.”

it is wrong to mention dogs on a recipe website. just sayin.

(in no particular order)

1) i really like my mail lady. she’s very sweet. if she has even the tiniest package (that could easily fit in the mailbox and doesn’t require a signature), she brings the mail right to the door. and today i really like her, because she brought me some wedding presents.

a lot of our wedding presents have been residing at my sister’s since the ceremony, awaiting shipment or whatever. and we really wanted the coffee maker to get here, so i told Sizzle to fill a box and surprise me with what’s in it. so today i received the awesomest coffee maker ever (eat your heart out Tammi!)… and this really awesome throw blanket that matches the livingroom colors soooo well… and photo albums and picture frames and measuring cups and towels and an awesome shadowbox and a crystal vase that is just begging for a flower arrangement.

2) we refinanced the mortgage at 5.5% for 15 years today. and it was cool, because the title company was on A1A, and the ocean is so pretty today.
3) the Soundscapes channel from Brighthouse. it’s so calming to sit here and listen while i work. (yes, work, i know it’s shocking.)

4) i don’t have much of a headache. there’s just a tiny hint of one. which means that i’ll go to Curves, which will be twice this week, and as long as i go tomorrow or Friday, i’ll get in three workouts this week. Curvy update: this is my fourth week. week 1 - 2 workouts, week 2 - 2 workouts, week 3 - 3 workouts. my body is starting to feel a little firmer, and my boobs are getting smaller, which means it must be working.
5) no one has driven a golf cart on my lawn today.

6) i got to eat lunch with my husband today. we ate at Smokey Bones, and it was good. i told him we should do this more often. “you know, have lunch, not refinance.”

7) Minerva and Sydney are very loving today. and Minerva has been watching herself in the mirror by the pool table that i need to hang. it’s so cute. and she’s lying flat on her back with her belly straight up in the air. Sydney’s watching intently.

8) the mail lady also brought the remote to our karaoke machine today. Rachel and Jim had kept it for ransom to be determined later.

9) a very special cool email i got from a very special musee. but that deserves its own post. more on that later.

10) this is a really cool magmathmom: the day of the month and the non-zero digits in the year are the same. (26/2006). and that’s gonna happen 12 times this year! pretty sure it will happen 12 times each year of the aughts except 2009 (stupid February!).

ok, so i’m behind on AI posting, because i’m just now watching them. i’ve had no energy for insulting people the last couple of days. :-)

Jerry Springer girl - oh wow. at least learn the words to the song. but i guess that was part of her act. have i already mentioned that i am soooo tired of the people who know they suck but come anyway so they can get their .5 seconds of fame.
Cachet - really cool name. you know, i don’t think i’ve ever heard any of those notes in “I’m Every Woman”. completely unrecognizable. oh, look how Randy agrees with me on the name.

Amanda McManaway. you’re 28 years old, a year younger than me. so you should know by now…
Kellie Pickler, Sonic carhop. a little over-the-top on the story and the crocodile tears. “i have nothing to go back home for.” i hope your poor grandpa doesn’t hear that, nice as he was to raise you and all. nice voice. really good. goodness, girl, i’ve never seen Simon silenced, ha. she’s kinda clueless, no? but cute. if she keeps talking, she’ll annoy me.

Shawn DeSalazar. over the top, nice voice. i would have left the sign outside. hey, someone shut up the little brother or give him his own talk show. okie dokie, i’m bored with little brother now.
and i just saw a commercial for “When a Stranger Calls”. that’s a remake. i won’t be seeing it. not ’cause it’s a remake, but because it’s scary.

Richard Garland. “my ventriloquist dummy is not cool anymore, so i thought i’d bring it for Paula.” i don’t think he knew how that sounded. eh.

Ronda Jones. “you’ve just put a lot of pressure on me, Randy.” um, you’re in the 3rd round of AI. you should feel pressure. i have nothing else to say. very sweet girl.

Steven David Jr. wasn’t he on last week? or did they just show the commerical a thousand times so i feel like i’ve been here before. maybe it was on Fox&Friends. um, Paula really needs to reign herself in. i think he shouldn’t go to the next round just because Paula’s gonna get in trouble again. wow, her legs are wrapped around him. that’s disturbing. oh. he’s married. no married man should dance like that with any woman but his wife. if i was his wife, i would beat the crap out of him when we got back to the hotel. i am not kidding, i hope he’s out in the first round. jerkface.

whoa. new Colin Firth movie. must get a girlfriend here to go see chick flicks with. where’s Sa when i need her.

Halicia Thompson. i like her. wow, an “oh yes” from Simon. he’s such a sucker for people who are nice to him. there’s something original, an over-the-top celebration. oh well, i still like her.

i’m really tired of the over-the-topness. *sigh*

Donny Meacham - i actually think he has good tone to his voice (i’m serious), but not much else. very choppy and incredibly out of tune.

Kendra Winston - she’s adorable, and i love her story. i love that she saved up so she could get out of public housing. great voice, fantastic personality. i love people who put Simon in his place. “i would have said no to the voice.” “too bad it doesn’t matter ’cause i’m goin’.” cute.

Kenneth “Chase” Bush - the voice wasn’t bad. horrible song choice.

i love the “i’m not being rude” montage. Simon is so adorable.

Chonna Clepper. holy beaded curtains, batman. that girl is wearing a lingerie/ 70’s room divider hybrid. yes, keep working on it. and next time, don’t wear your PJs.

Ryan Baysten – very nice voice. reminds me a bit of Jimmy Wayne, a bit of Alan Jackson. very nervous, so he’ll have to work on the confidence. and then Paula says she loves the confidence in his voice. *sigh*

i just have nothing to say about the next guy.

Paris Bennett. sounds far better than Natalie maines singing that Dixie Chicks song. and the Billie Holiday, oh nice. fantastic, wonderful, amazing. but the celebrating. oh how i hate the celebrating. all of it. everyone who cries. but anyway, she’s my favorite so far.

after all the Ronetta promos in this one little show, i can’t wait to be out of the opening rounds. i hate this crap.

awww. happy birthday sometime last year, Simon.

Marc Behling. dude. you don’t have to drag each note out for minutes. ok, seriously, when the judges are laughing at you, it’s time to stop. i can’t tell if this guy is for real. good thing we have Simon to ask the right questions. “have you had voice lessons?” “well, actually, i have the Randy and Paula DVD.” oh my goodness, i am laughing my butt off in my PJs at Simon on this one. well i guess he wasn’t for real, he even brought his own hammer.

Ronetta, people are not laughing at you. they are rolling their eyes and shaking their heads, i promise. your act is tired, we’ve seen it five years in a row now, and other people played it better. go home.

wow, 2 guys singing the same Rascall Flatts song in one show. i feel really bad for this Jimmy guy. he really does think he’s good. i actually want to give him a hug.

Sammy Neighbors. does “rah” mean “gay”? just wondering. or is that “raw”? ok, skips whole verses of songs. completely fake. he’s even trying to not laugh at himself. great hair and makeup, though.

please, enough with the Ronetta already.

Tyra Juliette Schwartz. i hope she gets through just so she can throw it in her cheating boyfriend’s face. she has a wonderful look and a lovely gutteral voice. she’s precious.

Seth Strickland. the dancing part was neat. goodbye.

man, i’m loving the Jack Bauer haircut this season.

oh yeah. Ronetta Johnson. because we haven’t seen her enough. can i just throw up.

Jordan Southerland. yes, i could listen to him much. very much. that was lovely. ok, no crying, and please stop shouting. go. leave, before you spoil it.

no, Ryan, i haven’t been waiting for the Rhonetta moment. ok, how many crotch shots do you actually want on national TV? i’m glad they bleep with that little AI circle. “sexy, different…”  …stupid. wow, you’re 24 and act that stupid? congratulations, you win idiot of the year. a prestigious award. i mean, you beat Michael Moore and Chuck Schumer and Big Fat Teddy K. that’s talent.
holy. that’s the voice you keep going on and on about? wow. she is worse than neckid Britney. ok, so she does one line from each song. really, no full songs prepared? look at the man in the background. is that her poor embarrassed dad? if so, it makes me sad for him. ok, now i’m starting to think there’s something wrong. like mentally. i shouldn’t make fun of her. “she could never be famous.” um, Paula is famous. you’re right. nobody can be like you. nobody wants to be like you. actually, Paula didn’t sneer her nose, she hid her face. that’s how bad it was.

that bit with the car horns was funny anyway.

Fame. they’re all gonna live forever. i want to die.
oh, that guy totally stole my Superstar bit that i totally stole off of Mary Katherine Gallagher. thief!

i know i’m not supposed to point out google ads, but look at my sidebar!

“Get rid of moles - easy”. it’s talking about the rodents, not the spies nor the growths.
ahahahahahaha! i must have mentioned thinking that Spencer on 24 is a mole.

goodness, i am so ugly when i’m sick. i remember that one yard guy in Amarillo who jumped back when he saw me on a sick day.

and we’re talking like 10 times uglier than this:

having the capacity to only watch TV today, i just watched the first episode of 24’s Day 4 with commentary. commentary was by Joel Surnow (exec. producer) and Mary Lynn Rajskub (Chloe). it was great commentary, and at the part where the Secretary of War talks about his son’s “sixth-grade Michael Moore logic”, Surnow corrects him and says that it should have been written as fifth-grade, because MM doesn’t get past there.

i giggled.

MLR also said that that scene in the son’s house turned her into a Republican. she saw his unwashed hippy hair and turned into one and bought a gun. i don’t know if that’s true, but it was funny.

my big house project for this year, after all rooms are completely organized and clutter-free, is to paint the house. my first thought is to hire someone, but nah, i’d rather not pay someone to do something i actually have plenty of time for.

i think i should start small, like the front bathroom, because if i start with a room that has 12-ft. ceilings and have to wait a long time for a finished room, i’ll get all discouraged and stop midway. so. my colors in there are rust (goodness, it’s in 3 rooms, it must be one of my favorites), spicy mustard, olive-ish, sandpaper (brown), maroonish (very little of that).  what color should the walls be? the door will remain white, the baseboards white - though i’m gonna have to repaint them, or at least touch up. but what color are the walls?

that you want to get a coke or a cup of green tea or a bottle of water, but you just can’t see dragging yourself to your feet to go to the kitchen?

that’s me. could someone get me a cup of tea and a bowl of soup?

i was so bad, i didn’t even make Frank’s coffee or lunch this morning. my poor husband.

maybe one of those golfers walking on my lawn can help. stupid golfers.

btw, one time i went to Ruidoso for a family reunion. Spidade and i went golfing with a couple of others in the family. i think we were at a par-3 course, but i don’t remember. anyway, one of my errant shots went into someone’s yard. i was walking to get the ball, and the owner of the house walked outside into her back yard, picked up the ball, put it in her pocket, and walked back inside her house.

at the time, i couldn’t imagine someone being so ridiculous as to live on a golf course and not expect balls to be hit into her yard. but now it makes more sense. i would never do it, but sometimes i feel like doing it just for fun.

i didn’t even put away last night’s dinner. bad SarahK.

the Friends have dogs on the show, and Minerva is watching, ears perked, listening to these dogs whine and squeal. at first she looked nervous, and then she just started watching.

Frank got in trouble last night.

SARAHK [in the livingroom putting out the candles]: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
FRANK J. [in bed]: what is it, sweetie?
SARAHK: nothing.
FRANK J.: what is it?
SARAHK [not convincingly]: i’m fine.
FRANK J.: sweetie, can you not yell? i have a headache.
SARAHK: i’m so sorry you have a headache [i’ve had one since Saturday]. i just burned my fingers.

so in the livingroom, i have tried to fix the deformation of my hot candle, and the wax has spilled out all over three of my fingers (and the carpet, i didn’t mention that to Frank). i am in enough pain that i am crying. big tears all down my face. lots of wax.

i go into the front bathroom, slamming the door. and i mean slamming.

run my fingers under cold water, which makes me cry more. when i come out, finally Frank has realized that his headache comment has gotten him in trouble, and he’s out of bed, asking if i’m ok, and what can he do.

which makes him do the only thing he knows how to do to get himself out of trouble. i get into bed, and he starts trying to make me laugh. after a few minutes, he succeeds and i just start in giving him a hard time.

i can’t remember what we said, but i do remember that we came up with a great podcast sketch. i think it started when he tried to smother me with a pillow. Mr. Shiny was involved, and CSIs. maybe Frank will remember it. i laughed so hard i cried, and my head throbbed even harder. my fingers were better, though. except that my husband kept trying to grab my hand, and finally i told him to stop torturing me.

ok, we watched that tonight, and if you don’t watch it, you just don’t know what you’re missing. i’ll be parodying that tomorrow. last night there were blogs! and i’ve never seen any blogs like these! the background is animated and everything, and you have to know the super-secret code to get next and previous posts!
btw, are you watching scrubs? if not, your laugh muscles are not getting a proper workout.

also, the next ALIAS episode after that big cliffhanger has not yet been scheduled. i know this is the last season, but are they shortening it? if so, boooo. i don’t think they actually start filming again until february 1, so i guess we expect it later than that. the monkeys killed it anyway.

and today i went to BJ’s warehouse. bought a card for Martha & Hank. now i just have to print pics, write the card, buy the stamp, and send it. a big task, when we’re talking about me. i’m so bad with snail mail! and i have thank you notes to send. that’s next week’s project. this week’s project is getting through all the rest of the paper.