tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63369102011-11-23T10:26:08.195-06:00I know you all find my points of view extremely charming so without further ado...here is some random garbage about sports, politics, U of I (and their lesser known counterparts in the Big Ten), and my life as a grad student at Northern Illinois University...Chances are that I will offend you in some way, but don't take it personally, I offend everybody. To borrow a line from "A Christmas Story"...I work in profanity the way that other artists might work in oils or clay...it is my true mediumKerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-86390370660891316632011-11-23T10:19:00.002-06:002011-11-23T10:23:31.793-06:00

You knew it was coming… the dreaded post 30th birthday reflective blather note. And this may be a disappointment for you regulars, but I don’t feel as sad as I think I should…I didn't even empty the bottle / load the gun this year. Kidding. Kidding (I always keep a loaded gun).Maybe turning 30 just didn't affect me in the apocalyptic way that I thought it might. I pictured myself sitting in my

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-19779781842288860692011-09-09T09:28:00.003-05:002011-09-09T09:33:49.961-05:00

I was procuring something and spotted this clip art attached to the webpage.Is it just me ...or is a gaggle of perky, one-legged professionals slightly unnerving to anyone else?

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-49122787481114885132011-08-31T08:16:00.008-05:002011-08-31T09:53:42.779-05:00

so, we're slowly (but surely) moving into our new home. I feel more and more like a grown up every day! ...and it seems like a million miles away from Champaign, IL. ...where the German cockroaches were our constant companions. Have you ever tried to study for a final when a bug bomb is going off in the next room? Who knows what kind of feats I would've accomplished if I hadn't turned my

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-9142051677464534312011-06-08T13:10:00.005-05:002011-06-08T14:23:36.641-05:00

We boot a hoose! Let me take a moment to explain what happens when you buy a house...1. First...you take several muscle relaxers.2. Then, you work up the courage to sign your life away / become deeply in debt. It helps if the agent says something like, "I double dog dare you to sign that."3. Because you are now very poor and can't afford real entertainment, you sit on the floor of an empty room

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-14589583505199259762011-04-12T12:45:00.005-05:002011-04-12T13:36:52.688-05:00

520 steps. It is 520 steps from my door to the nearest Starbucks. It is 520 steps to my cup of deliciously calorific coffee-like concoctions. Starbucks was the first place I walked to after my knee surgery. After making best friends with the couch and reality television (omg, can you even believe the last 3 seasons of Real Housewives!?)...it took me a little while to get accustomed to interacting

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-27469270147828998602010-11-20T11:49:00.005-06:002010-11-20T13:25:36.754-06:00

Not much....what's new with you?Hello internetz! It's Kerry!When you haven't posted in nearly six months, there are so many updates that you could write about...where do I even begin?Well, we've reached threat level brown in our apartment (that's what I call it when we're down to the last roll of toilet paper. Go. to. the. store. Seth). Tactical responses to this critical situation occupy the

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-66952360092179806182010-06-04T10:58:00.004-05:002010-06-04T11:45:31.281-05:00

I think I vaguely recall that I was going to come up with some more travel tips...Uhhhh...*scratches head*Oh...right...Tip #2: Choose an Appropriate Travel PartnerNot to toot my own horn or anything, but I am easily the best travel partner in the world. Ok ok ok, so maybe there's a touch of hyperbole in the previous statement. I was actually independently verified by Forbes as the #2 best

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So, for a very brief time during my posting hiatus, I took a trip abroad with my darling husband, Sethie. Before any big trip, we buy those giant travel bricks books that contain anything that one would want to know about an area (Rick Steves = Awesome). I'm always wildly amused at the wide-variety of travel tips out there. The constant warnings about gypsies and pick-pockets make me insanely

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Holy. Moly. This is the longest I've ever gone without posting. I extend my most sincere apologies.*crickets* Hellllooo? Am I the only one here?Huh. I guess everyone got up and left. No worries; now I can write only what pleases me.Ahem...5/21BM #16:45 AMConsistency: Fudge-likeBM #27:15 AMConsistency: Not to be Recorded*squints eyes and looks into the distance*Is that...? Is that...someone who is

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-64381244642353304822010-02-09T11:10:00.005-06:002010-02-09T11:58:13.175-06:00

Everyone I know in Chicago is thinking of Kerry as they watch their evening news..."OMG! Poor Kerry is in the thick of Snowmageddon 2010!"This is true. There I am. That's the street we live on. It really is a shit ton of snow..."Shit ton" - a unit of measurement signifying a large quantity. What a great descriptor. ...and some people still favor the metric system. Humph.What makes large

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-51036145107120858152010-02-05T08:09:00.003-06:002010-02-05T08:13:25.019-06:00

You're not outside of my office window today...are you, picketers!?Humph...I might have believed all of those "yes we cans" if you marched in the impending blizzard.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-7462951685215190142010-02-04T14:54:00.004-06:002010-02-04T15:03:13.070-06:00

I have to give some love to "That's Not Art.". According to the website: People post ridiculous "art" to Tumblr. These pieces frequently make it into Popular. I reblog them here and call them out for being stupid.Written by Garrett Murray Some of my favorites:One Day to Live No offense to whoever you wrote this about, but this is a stupid waste of your last day on earth. I can think of many

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Every day...for hours and hours... I sit at my desk and listen to workers in a picket line outside my window. Excuse me, Christopher Walken, but even you would agree that this situation requires decidedly LESS cowbell. The most maddening thing is that I can't understand anything they're saying except, "yes we can!" ...over and over and over and over and over and over and over. 1. "Yes we can!"2.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-65963124261742641752010-01-12T08:07:00.003-06:002010-01-12T20:34:27.868-06:00

Let it be known that Seth and I have a reputation for keeping it classy. We traditionally only frequent places where we can be seen by the "right" crowd. Oh...and they have to have chicken fingers on the menu. Needless to say, this slightly limits our choices to a select few.We headed out after work yesterday to a local pub. All of a sudden I heard "bang"! *glass shattering*No big deal, people

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-48242088369254851632009-12-29T10:21:00.004-06:002009-12-29T13:14:20.761-06:00

Santa came early for me this year! I got to visit my family in Chicago over the Christmas holiday. Hooray! Going back home really brings back memories of my childhood...like those times my mother would say, "mess with the bull, and you'll get the horns" ...and other such maternal wisdom. "Mess with the bull..." was the perennial response to a teary-eyed child who was the victim of rough-housing.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-6040823991097089252009-12-17T16:23:00.002-06:002009-12-17T16:29:22.882-06:00

So Justin is thinking about heading back to school…well…I guess…so am I.I don’t think there’s any doubt about this…I really enjoy being on a campus. Of course, on the one hand, I feel slightly miffed by this career path because my main job function is basically to facilitate other people’s passions (e.g. you teach, grade papers, and research…I’ll make sure we all get paid and we’re spending

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-16686710324603500942009-12-11T15:41:00.003-06:002009-12-11T16:25:04.023-06:00

Holy earmuffs, Batman! It's frickin' freezing. Everyday I think about the following bit of trivia as I walk from my office to the train...Question: At what temperature are degrees Fahrenheit and Celsius equal? Answer: -40. I walk along and I wonder if we'll get there...it certainly feels like we might. Then I make it to the train...that warm and gloriously quiet place where you can close your

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-13396737804728039322009-11-17T15:59:00.004-06:002009-11-17T19:07:18.741-06:00

It’s funny to think about what kind of things you learned in school that you actually use later in life. Of course, all teachers have an incentive to say, “every single lesson is important.” After all, they’re competing with other teachers (not to mention countless other distractions) for student time and attention. What’s the advantage in saying, “the following is in no way useful. Please

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-1315015682598158882009-11-05T16:15:00.003-06:002009-11-13T07:50:06.732-06:00

So, I mentioned this in my last post…I’m now a train rider! Not a hard core train rider; I actually only ride the metro for several stops before hopping off and dashing to my office. I must say, it feels like the “train people” are a whole different species...1. Living underground. 2. Moving in packs. 3. Going about their business in complete silence …with their mostly solemn and expressionless

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-9437136652943688332009-10-31T11:11:00.003-05:002009-11-03T17:27:43.813-06:00

Have I ever mentioned on here how I hate cars? Okay...that's not exactly true. I don't hate cars; they're a necessary and sometimes efficient means of getting from 'a' to 'b'. I just don't believe in purchasing vehicles that go above and beyond safe, reliable transportation. There's two pretty strong camps on this one, and I think I'll definitely get some push back from those on the other side

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-74561956063929530572009-10-23T16:14:00.003-05:002009-10-27T21:02:37.858-05:00

So, I chose.Uncle Sam will just have to wait for now. I think I'll be just fine. No worries.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-38450892924446614022009-10-13T10:31:00.001-05:002009-10-13T10:34:44.341-05:00

So…for those of you not keeping score at home…I’m moving again. Back to Virginia… but this time, to a straight up thug town called Arlington.The early 1990’s Valley Girl in my head is saying “well, no duh,” as I type this. Indeed. No duh.When I left my last job in Virginia Beach, I worked through Wednesday, drove up on Thursday, and started my new job that Monday. After that stressful series

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-31942670912611099552009-10-10T17:22:00.003-05:002009-10-10T17:38:17.993-05:00

I love the internet because I can have an extremely vague recollection of a video...so vague that I think that I may have dreamt it, and then spend 30 seconds putting keywords into You Tube before I actually find it. From Dawn to Sunset!What GM thinks a day in the life of a GM worker is like. ...As true today as it was when it was written. Kinda makes me want to work in a factory. (I think

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-89050073662721220062009-10-01T09:51:00.001-05:002009-10-01T09:52:55.483-05:00

Today…is my two year anniversary at my current job. Yesterday… I put in my two weeks notice. Tuesday…I accepted a job offer at a university (Officially, the position is somewhat similar to jobs I’ve held in the past. Unofficially, I get to harass professors. The shoe is on the other hand now, pal). All this change doesn’t come easily and without some drawbacks. The awful blemish breakout on

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-75040888904467138122009-09-23T11:22:00.001-05:002009-09-23T11:29:26.458-05:00

Once upon a time, there was a hypothetical girl in a hypothetical world. Let’s call her…Carrie. Carrie was an extremely beautiful and intelligent girl (with a killer bod) who always wanted to be an economist. Did I say that she always wanted to be an economist? Ok…so that’s not entirely true. She never actually knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. She flip-flopped. Often. First it

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-32419472855684035412009-08-21T12:34:00.002-05:002009-08-21T12:41:48.218-05:00

As Seth job hunts, we’ll occasionally predict potential job interview questions and appropriate responses…BUT…It’s a lot more fun to think of completely inappropriate responses. As a creative thinking exercise, come up with some inappropriate responses to common interview questions and leave your thoughts in the comments. WEEE! What fun! To start you off…I’ve included a few of my own

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-91447729728311563722009-08-08T14:23:00.004-05:002009-08-08T15:05:09.342-05:00

When I was a wee lass growing up in the rough and tumble middle-class suburbs of Chicago...we shot pool...or hoops...or occasionally dice (it was a street game that we liked to call 'Yahtzee')...but guns?Not so much. Shooting guns doesn't really occur to me as something recreational. I'll never look at a big new gun and say, "That looks awesome. Check out that sweet stock. I can't wait to shoot

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-5462499384363072772009-07-22T09:41:00.004-05:002009-07-24T09:47:41.597-05:00

So it’s time to pop my wedding ring off…I’m kind of back on the market. Steady your breathing, boys. I meant to say that I’m preparing to re-enter the job market (this is merely a preventative maneuver…much like a colonoscopy. Seth is looking for a new job, so I want to have several irons in the fire if we have to move. If I left my current job, it would have to be the perfect opportunity, so

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-22268636066640286472009-05-20T19:59:00.005-05:002009-05-20T20:29:24.515-05:00

Go buy yourself a Three Wolf Moon t-shirt TODAY!Don't trust my opinion? Just get a peek at some of these glowing reviews on Amazon...One wolf howling at the moon T-shirt? Good. Two wolves howling at the moon T-shirt? Great. THREE wolves howling at the moon T-shirt? OMFG!!! Simply put, this is the greatest garment known to man. At least until the team of scientists and silk-screeners working round

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-35084027210830599772009-05-13T11:07:00.003-05:002009-05-13T11:23:21.535-05:00

I love the office politics that swirl around shared items. The most entertaining of these is unequivocally the office fridge. Fridge drama seems like a universal theme in offices (Proof). Oh, tiny little icebox, what a joy you are! A little background for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of dealing with a common office fridge…When an office fridge is introduced to a workplace, people

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-41753696562366614782009-04-14T06:51:00.003-05:002009-04-14T06:54:28.082-05:00

Artist's Rendition: Two Girls, One CupAlong the Thames in London, UK

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-51132348571039798852009-04-12T05:58:00.005-05:002009-04-12T06:07:21.958-05:00

The trip was awesome. I'm trying to compile all of the photos and videos into a visual feast (yikes, there are millions of pictures and videos)... when I do, maybe I'll post some here.But for now...perhaps some visual tapas....Kensington Palace (the former crib of Princess Di and Charles). London, UKRetiro ParkMadrid, Spain

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-7991406128192090022009-04-01T20:54:00.002-05:002009-04-01T21:10:15.820-05:00

Do you remember what it was like when the school bell signaled the end of the day?Good: school bell to end the dayBetter: school bell before the weekend startedBest: school bell signifying the beginning of summerEvery single time I heard that bell, my heart would fill with pure unadulterated joy. And as I grew older, it reached a point where I didn't quite require the bell...it was just the tick

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-79823416954081852812009-03-28T16:19:00.004-05:002009-03-29T09:19:16.590-05:00

So, we deal with quite a bit of pedestrian traffic. There's a port a few blocks away where cruise ships pull in every weekend and throngs of middle-aged fanny packers flood my sidewalks. Damn old people who walk four abreast. Why on earth would you need to walk four abreast? As we were out walking today, I had convinced myself that I am the only person on the sidewalk who moves for other people

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-962120224854333422009-03-25T18:55:00.004-05:002009-03-25T20:06:40.822-05:00

How many five-year-olds do you think you could take on in a fist fight before feeling over-matched? Let's just assume a few things...- you wouldn't be looked upon as a creep for beating up little kids.- the kids in question are hungry for battle. - they have very sharp fingernails (as children often do). - they have the ability to work as a team.It's not an easy question. At first, I was thinking

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-20544405356529743222009-03-23T15:04:00.002-05:002009-03-23T15:21:03.497-05:00

I love Back to the Future: Part II mostly because I love what people in 1989 thought 2015 would look like. While not all of their predictions are on the path to being realized (Dear Mattel: Stop ignoring my phone calls! I. want. a. hoverboard!), there are a few that seem to be shockingly accurate…like the Cubs winning the World Series.Okay…just playin’. That’s one of the scenes depicted in the

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Today we went and saw the Lowcountry High Rollers in the Spring Equi-knocks! They're the new area roller derby team, and tonight was their home opener at the local Shriner's Hall. Life doesn't get any better than this, ladies and gentlemen. After watching the match, I can say with some certainty that I will never ever be a roller derby diva. They're definitely an impressively physical bunch. I

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-46275838523518681632009-03-21T22:40:00.002-05:002009-03-21T22:54:48.547-05:00

So it occurred to me that I didn't post anything today......and today is reaching its rapid and inevitable conclusion.So I'll share my favorite website of the moment. I'm a Sporcle addict. Name all the US PresidentsName the top 100 most commonly used words in the Engligh languageAnd there are hundreds of other quizzes. I've spent days at this website. And I'm sure you'll all ace this one...Can

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-8798179665250779772009-03-20T20:33:00.010-05:002009-03-20T22:02:29.270-05:00

Sometimes...when I'm as idle as a copy of On the Origin of Species in a Kansas school library, I like to think about what television show house I'd like to live in...Family Ties - Really had that late 70's flair, but seems to be lacking available chairs. Way too many tchotchkes, and it looks like the Keatons liked to wear their shoes around inside. ...F***ing hippie slobs. Full House - Seriously?

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-10921114145936827042009-03-19T20:36:00.005-05:002009-03-19T20:58:57.009-05:00

The Museum of Bad Art is the world's only museum dedicated to the collection, preservation, exhibition, and celebration of bad art in all its forms. I love art...and apparently, I also love bad art. They don't update their website often, but I could read their descriptions about once every 3 months and start tinkling myself all over again. Here are a few of my favorite pieces from their

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-8190782053070384572009-03-18T10:26:00.001-05:002009-03-18T10:28:19.533-05:00

Like most people (most people with a frontal lobe, at least) I have a happy inventory. I often draw on memories and experiences that immediately make me smile or laugh. Not surprisingly, this has caused one or two problems for me in the past when I happen to smile or laugh at extremely inappropriate moments. I just want to say, “Who you callin’ a psycho!? Listen, pal…I’m a little stressed out

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-51661526803861619402009-03-17T15:31:00.005-05:002009-03-17T15:31:51.090-05:00

So I’ve decided to start blogging again. Small goals at first. Maybe…once per day for a week. Then I’ll shoot for a month. I like the Kerry who blogs. She’s really much more observant about the world than the other drone-like Kerry who piddles about the day and steps in every fresh pile of dog shit. Every day I’d look around and think … “I should blog this!” So far this has been a marginally

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Goal number 11 on my list has been completed. ...with a witness.I wore my "Seize the Day" shirt for my date with a plate of grits. Grits don't really taste like much. I would describe it as a corn muffin that someone accidentally plopped into the dishwasher. These pictures depict my before, during, and during experience at the Hominy Grill. Yummy!

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-54340282620425958062009-02-19T18:57:00.006-06:002009-02-19T19:40:26.411-06:00

3 bikes. 2 people. It just wasn't making much sense. Months ago, Seth and I bought ourselves some fancy hybrid bicycles after his craptacular pawn shop bicycle got stolen. A note to those planning on visiting Charleston with their fancy cycles:Lock your shit up. And after you lock it up, don't just leave it there for days and assume it's safe. I've seen evidence of 13-year old boys walking around

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-79744166429691252262009-02-08T15:33:00.003-06:002009-02-08T16:05:27.104-06:00

I'm blind. Really blind. Like...if someone extremely recognizable came up to me on the street when I wasn't wearing corrective eyewear...hmmm...let's say Tom Hanks...if Tom Hanks came up to me on the street when I wasn't wearing glasses/contacts, and pimp slapped me across my face...then took my purse...I would have a dilly of a time trying to explain what my assailant looked like to the police

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-27069923284266772572009-01-19T19:53:00.006-06:002009-01-19T20:51:57.647-06:00

Hooray! I got my frame back from the frame shop. I was waiting for their call like a giddy little school girl. "Gee! Do you think he'll call!? I paid him up front."It was like high school all over again. I'm a big fan. I've liked Ork Posters for a while, and this reminds me a bit of home. Speaking of...Whenever I reference "Chicagoland" to my South Carolina pals, they look at me and say, "

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-25256519529309866662009-01-16T09:55:00.001-06:002009-01-16T09:57:10.233-06:00

So…a bit of unfortunate news….I had two conflicting goals in my list of 28 things I want to do before turning 28. It happens. It turns out that when I’ll be succeeding at my goal to watch a bullfight, I’ll be missing my opportunity to finish the bridge run in less than 58 minutes. My lovely husband and I will be traveling to Madrid and London in April. Woo hoo! I get to speak in accents!Cheerio!

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-22280410940133671072008-12-31T09:12:00.005-06:002008-12-31T09:46:25.916-06:00

You’re probably like me…You can remember the names of all of the actors in the Brady Bunch (Sam the Butcher: Allen Melvin), but come up short when you’re trying to remember the name of the person you were introduced to moments ago. You can easily activate Chun Li’s "spinning bird kick" in a Street Fighter video game, but you can’t remember birthdays of family members. I’m convinced that by

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-13825624911899922392008-12-24T11:59:00.001-06:002008-12-24T12:00:20.405-06:00

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-3833381217642329342008-12-18T10:19:00.001-06:002008-12-18T10:22:54.093-06:00

80 degrees? In December? Such thoughts never cross the mind of a native Midwesterner. Well…to be more accurate, those kinds of thoughts cross your mind often…really often. Especially when you’re running late and you’ve endured the freezing temperatures as long as humanly possible in order to scrape ‘enough’ ice off of your windshield so you can see the tiny patch of road directly in front of

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-1949574082164812682008-12-15T15:37:00.002-06:002008-12-15T15:39:00.720-06:00

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-21200062742783753742008-12-11T20:33:00.002-06:002008-12-11T20:35:47.781-06:00

Butyric Acid is what gives both vomit and parmesan cheese their aromas. Mmmmmmm.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-63607479795699089372008-12-09T11:43:00.002-06:002008-12-09T11:53:33.497-06:00

Bienvenue! My profound apologies for the hiatus; I’ve been sleeping outside a theater for weeks so I could be first in line for the Twilight Movie. It was totally worth it. In the mean time, I turned the big 2-7. There’s no doubt that this is gonna be a rough one, and if I were a musician, I’d be shaking in my sparkly spandex jumpsuit.Speaking of musicians…we saw a guy driving while playing the

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-13336391270863056842008-12-08T19:55:00.004-06:002008-12-09T17:05:11.722-06:00

We had the opportunity to go to the Charleston Celebrity Chili Cookoff on Saturday. Mmmmmm, all inclusive chili, beer, and oysters.Wait...Mmmmmm, all inclusive chili and beer.I just can't "mmmmmm" for the oysters. I know it's a coastal kinda thing, but you see my friend, in the Midwest, we raise and eat animals...we don't go diving around for briny rock snot. It just doesn't look like the kind of

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-66603639519918311282008-11-29T10:10:00.003-06:002008-11-29T10:13:20.209-06:00

I've been having quite a swell time at work lately, and that's been coupled with computer problems at home. The sum of those two seemingly unrelated things have caused a hiccup in my weekly blogging ritual. Blog to resume shortly.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-27369610068766091392008-11-11T15:45:00.003-06:002008-11-11T16:22:49.359-06:00

I've had a lovely husband for three years, y'all. Three. Years. I've gotta tell ya, it's so efficient to have a husband AND a best friend who are the same person. And you know we nerdy types are all about the efficiency. Efficiency in relationships is one damn tasty snozzberry. The traditional 3rd anniversary gift is leather. I searched long and hard for a pair of assless chaps that Seth has been

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-4222845271113570252008-10-29T15:56:00.001-05:002008-10-29T15:59:36.458-05:00

Negative. Sum. Game. This is a Negative-Sum Game, People! Have some compassion for the person in charge of the incredible shrinking pie. With a shrinking pie…you should not expect a larger slice of pie than you had last year. And don’t even think about asking for your pie a la mode.It’s an interesting game…one where the gains and losses of the players add up to less than zero. That’s what

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-68273621798975189312008-10-16T14:21:00.003-05:002008-10-16T14:29:29.375-05:00

There I was...extolling the technological virtues of the Jitterbug for weeks on end... ...and then Seth went and bought an iPhone...whatever that is. Humph. Kids and their new fangled toys. I'm on my 3rd cell phone in 7 years. The previous two weren't broken, just older models. They talked me into trading up since it would be at no extra cost. Am I the only person on earth who hasn't dropped

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-71488283030400210492008-10-05T09:27:00.002-05:002008-10-05T09:42:29.622-05:00

We were watching the Illinois v. Michigan game at home yesterday when some friends called us..."We're at King Street Grille, and Bruce Weber is sitting at the bar."No. Way.King Street Grille is about 4 blocks away from our home...and like the giant dorks that we are...we ran. Apparently Coach Weber was enjoying some college football with fellow coaches Ricardo Patton (Northern Illinois) and

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-72140345208795040302008-10-03T17:57:00.005-05:002008-10-03T20:38:39.818-05:00

You know you're starting to look old when kids hanging around outside the grocery store ask you to buy beer for them.Uhhh...hello? I'm only 26! How could you tell that I wasn't stuck in a similar underage predicament? No wrinkles...no grey hair...an ass like a teenager. How could you possibly know!?I'm slightly flattered that I look like a cool enough person to proposition...but...I really did a

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-55493731992432411642008-09-30T06:11:00.004-05:002008-09-30T10:09:13.175-05:00

A year.A year? A damn year? Believe it. I've finished my first year in Charleston. For an experience that I thought would range just below "craptacular" on my scale of lifetime enjoyment, I have to say, Charleston, you've impressed me. I was pissed when I found out we were moving here. Pissed may not be strong enough a word. Apoplectic. Being angry to the point of not being able to move or speak.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-23649000126999898822008-09-25T20:24:00.002-05:002008-09-25T20:28:40.596-05:00

So, we played Cobra Kai in the kickball playoffs tonight. Their pitcher (a former division I baseball player) didn't throw me out. Not once. We won.Eat it. 2 weeks ago, they swept the leg. This week, we used the crane technique for the knockout punch. We did it, Mr. Miyagi! We did it!

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-63850856992809137792008-09-21T20:50:00.007-05:002008-09-21T22:14:57.184-05:00

Don't you ever feel like you need a weekend to recover from your weekend? Seth and I went to a charity bachelor auction on Friday night. Awesome time, but we woke our butts up on Saturday and were at the Charleston Scottish Games by 8AM to help park cars. It was freezing! Most of the time, I was sitting next to a group of old Irish Hibernians who were giving out free samples of their Irish

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-17836404274863742782008-09-16T21:11:00.002-05:002008-09-16T21:27:40.184-05:00

Hey! What up now, fool!? I'm friendlier than you. Suck on it, loser.Odds say that I'm probably better looking too. Ummm, yeah. Charleston was voted the friendliest city in the new survey of America's Favorite Cities! It's true. I remember walking to work the first few days I was here...Passerby #1: "Good morning, ma'am"*Kerry cocks head to one side and doesn't make eye contact with passerby*

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-28341522684965875182008-09-12T08:52:00.003-05:002008-09-12T11:00:31.958-05:00

The church I went to at U of IL has a priest accused of dealing coke from the rectory. Uhhh. Great. I was starting to get concerned that the Catholic Church wasn't receiving enough free press.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-21241355167080713662008-09-11T20:23:00.002-05:002008-09-11T20:47:42.912-05:00

We lost our kickball game today. Bummer. Even worse than that, our star player (*cough* me *cough*) had a scary injury moment. Seth and I are probably the most competitive people on earth. If you looked up "competitive" in the dictionary, you wouldn't see a picture of us. Actually...you'd probably just see the definition for competitive.Nevertheless...that definition describes us pretty well. The

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-57147817123123192862008-09-04T20:01:00.004-05:002008-09-04T20:33:13.441-05:00

Hanna didn't wanna party with me. Pffft. She's not even going to be a hurricane. Dumb personified bitch. She's off to North Carolina; and for reasons I have yet to understand, my office (along with many many others) will be closed tomorrow. It's not that I'm not grateful for the three day weekend, but it seems overly cautious. I guess I'm just a product of the Chicago burbs. It snows, we get up,

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-68411905266116070902008-09-03T09:01:00.002-05:002008-09-03T09:06:44.570-05:00

So…it looks like after living on the east cost for 3 years, I might actually have my first taste of a hurricane. Hello Hanna. As a perennial member of “non-essential personnel” (praise Jesus), I have little to no responsibilities during a storm except to sit my happy ass in the center of a room and try not to get killed. I can do that. I’m really good at sitting. …and I’m alive while I’m

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-15994545468490974542008-09-01T21:58:00.004-05:002008-09-01T22:36:16.158-05:00

This isn't sour grapes, but Missouri's sousaphones were totally broke ass. And they did have ugly cheerleaders.Oh well. I'd go again. Shall we do this again in say...one year? In other odd news, we shared an airport shuttle with disgruntled ex-Sun Times sports writer Jay Mariotti. He doesn't seem like the kind of pseudo-celebrity who likes to be bothered, so we just stared and pointed at him

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-40713880885327260002008-08-29T11:42:00.001-05:002008-08-29T11:43:59.063-05:00

Meet Me in St. Louis! (I was just referencing that weird Judy Garland musical, that’s not actually an invitation to meet me in St. Louis). We are heading to see the 2008 season opener of FIGHTIN’ ILLINI FOOTBALL! I didn’t go to a game last season. …There were a few things that got in the way.Reminisce with me about September 2007 – December 2007, won’t you?I Moved to South Carolina Started a New

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-1427144317363026042008-08-26T08:52:00.001-05:002008-08-26T08:53:20.275-05:00

With the economy the way that it is, I’m getting really sick of reading all of these articles on “how to save money” or “how to cut $500 from your budget every month.” I’m certainly no expert on how to save money, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. When suggestions aren’t ridiculously obvious (eat out less) these articles recommend things that range from the infeasible (carpool

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-54164059421671646892008-08-13T12:10:00.001-05:002008-08-13T13:17:34.052-05:00

“He asked you for five dollars? It might as well have been a million!”That was the scene last night. We were on our way to dinner when a panhandler requested $5 from a friend of ours. I don’t remember what reason he gave for requesting the money; it wasn’t very creative; I tend to reward creativity.e.g. “My wife was kidnapped. I’m short of the required ransom by $1”That request fits several of my

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-34423318260263822762008-08-02T16:55:00.003-05:002008-08-02T17:07:23.733-05:00

Today I went to a Self-Defense Class for women. I have to say...I love kicking guys in the crotch. It's awesome. We were instructed to come up with a word to yell, and to use this word with every punch and kick. Some people screamed "No!" some screamed "Stop!"I started saying "no," but as my adrenaline started pumping, I found myself wanting to scream a string of profanity. "Back off, Mother F***

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-83380787954004987542008-07-25T10:54:00.005-05:002008-07-25T15:11:49.267-05:00

So I was in the Charlotte Airport last night...walking from concourse to concourse, trying to make my connection to Chicago.Then...a man stepped in front of me."I'm sorry, but you're going to have to stop right there Ma'am.""?""Just don't move from that spot."It took a few minutes to realize that although I was the first one stopped...I wasn't the only one. They weren't letting anybody

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-15998669392781110662008-07-23T23:02:00.003-05:002008-07-23T23:11:50.968-05:00

"Good Morning, Kerry! Tall, non-fat, vanilla latte?"I paused. How did she read my mind like that?I had to savor that moment. It was the moment when I switched from an occasional...to a regular. I've spent so much time and money at Starbucks that they now know my name! and my order!Brilliant!So...Did I want a tall, non-fat vanilla latte? Nah, I was in the mood for a cappuccino. But I was so

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-73750186318242949592008-07-18T12:44:00.001-05:002008-07-18T13:16:14.835-05:00

I get to pile into a van tomorrow at 5AM and drive several hundred miles to play in a softball tournament held in the middle of nowhere……and…I’m excited about it!Softball was invented in the Windy City, and when you’re a little girl from the Chicago burbs, you’re practically required to play fast pitch in the summer. It’s on the checklist of life for 13-year-old girls: Embrace horrifying trends

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-56202040226657529482008-07-15T15:29:00.006-05:002008-07-15T15:39:52.150-05:00

The concept of slope always gave me trouble in math class. I’m starting to believe that it’s because word problems weren’t tailored to flatlanders.Calculate the slope between points ‘a’ and ‘b’ on an Illinois hill. "…let’s see…if the change in y is 0..."We didn’t know what “slope” was. There aren’t any slopes. On a clear day, I could see out the window of my high school calculus class

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-10727540640044880222008-07-10T08:26:00.001-05:002008-07-10T08:28:00.659-05:00

I hate hearing about other people’s dreams. My eyes glaze over and I become a bobblehead…nodding at what seem like appropriate times in order to feign attentiveness.“…and then the unicorn changed out the light bulb in my closet…” Uggghhhh. Torture. What seems mystical and interesting to you is just blathering nonsense to me. Dreams. Hardly a window into my soul. On a given night I usually

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-2906951504804886502008-06-29T14:28:00.004-05:002008-06-29T14:49:38.959-05:00

So...everyday when I get dressed, I look in the mirror and say to myself, "What would Stacy and Clinton think?"Oh. They'd tear me a new one, no doubt. They'd lock me in the 360 degree mirror room and leave me there until I was reduced to a sack of tear-soaked denim. Then they'd burn my wardrobe to release the demons. It wouldn't even make it to Goodwill. *NEWSFLASH FOR THE HOPELESSLY UNOBSERVANT

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-27776517148848762272008-06-27T23:11:00.003-05:002008-06-27T23:31:56.943-05:00

Isn't it a sad realization when you look back a few years and recognize that you were nowhere near as bad ass as you thought you were? Geez. We were eating dinner and I commented on the lack of Baker's Squares in the area (it's a restaurant chain in the Midwest that primarily sells pie). I love pie. It's what we did after school...before and after games...on weekends. We ate pie. When I was

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-13682658844753093072008-06-25T14:55:00.000-05:002008-06-25T14:56:26.265-05:00

Welcome back to the Kerry Show. When we last left our heroine, she was experimenting with live human taxidermy at the ballpark by stuffing herself. Not much has changed, folks. The summer is here (even arrived two months early! What fun!), and I am acutely aware of my own body odor. People from the Midwest honestly have no idea what their natural odor is; they’re too busy nursing their

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-4966789584639525742008-06-05T11:51:00.002-05:002008-06-05T11:55:27.289-05:00

I raised the third hamburger to my lips…hands shaking…stomach churning…and thought, “Must. Eat. Meat. Must get $20 worth.”We have the single-A Yankee affiliate that plays about 3 miles from our home. It’s a nice little bike ride to get over there, and tickets to get into the place are only $4. But Wednesdays are all-you-can-eat / drink for $20. That includes beer, folks.That’s all well and

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-78445225220808281902008-06-04T10:09:00.000-05:002008-06-04T10:13:40.374-05:00

There’s an absolutely brilliant scene in the movie Magnolia where Julianne Moore says, “shut the **** up” to her attorney…no less than three dozen times. She does it with a wide variety of insane facial expressions, tones, and gestures. Oscar worthy? Nah, leading women usually have to be dirty, crazy, and gain 30 pounds for the Oscar nod. So ummmm…yeah, probably not. She was only hitting on

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-85810731967428891352008-06-02T06:57:00.003-05:002008-06-02T07:08:40.710-05:00

if you can't gyrate like an idiot in the comforts of your own home...where can you gyrate like an idiot? The video is of Kerry demonstrating the "cardio benefits" of the Wii Fit Hula Hoop game. I'm thinking about using this as my Juilliard audition tape, but I think I might be too "real" for those stuffy dance types who get all hung up on technique and skill.Humph. "The man" is always chastising

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-25121082256460234512008-05-25T22:10:00.004-05:002008-05-25T22:34:05.783-05:00

I just can't get over how much I look like a drag queen when compared to my petite "big" sister. Anyways, we finished the race. A nice n' easy 10 miles on a gorgeous day in downtown Chicago. It was fun to run through the tunnel of Soldier Field, and see ourselves on the big screen in a "sprint" to the finish. I highly recommend it. Then...after the race...more pictures were taken. This time I

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-73231825915844715612008-05-23T15:56:00.000-05:002008-05-23T15:57:07.404-05:00

1. I’m going back to Chicago!I haven’t been back since November. I have a 10 mile race with my big sis tomorrow that ends on the 50 yard line of Soldier Field. Woohoo! I haven’t worked much on my endurance so far this year, but my speed is much improved in shorter races (without any specific speed training). I finished 5th for my age/sex group in the last race I ran (5k), and I was only 10

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-60867611871166389362008-05-15T12:25:00.001-05:002008-05-15T12:27:39.964-05:00

5 pounds? Really? 5 pounds?In the nearly 8 months since I migrated from Virginia to South Carolina, I’ve gained 5 pounds. For someone who has maintained the same weight from the age of 19 to 26 years old, that’s slightly distressing.Is it distressing? Yes.Is it surprising? Hmmm, no. Not really.When I left the Old Dominion State, I was running at least 6-8 miles per day. I ate whatever I wanted

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-88897502492109044282008-05-07T10:49:00.002-05:002008-05-07T12:35:34.723-05:00

If there is a portion of hell devoted to terrible, ill-fitting underwear, I own a pair that were crafted by Lucifer himself. If I ever decided to go on tour with a traveling museum of the world’s worst undergarments, I have some that would qualify as the most prized spectacle. People would come from miles around to pay two bits for a gander at the absolute scourge of my top dresser drawer.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-50143718782442191612008-04-25T20:25:00.005-05:002008-04-25T20:37:22.334-05:00

Am I the only one who has a bladder that is acutely aware of the proximity of bathrooms? I feel so strongly about this phenomenom that I made a graph. ...it's just what I do.

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-28689471646090260552008-04-24T06:30:00.002-05:002008-04-24T06:44:34.139-05:00

I think that this link is funny...I shared my enthusiasm by telling it to somebody, and somebody didn't think it was funny. Not. At. All.Keep in mind that this is the same somebody who often regales me with stories of his/her digestive pyrotechnics. And shares such stories with as much thoughtful detail as one of those Reader's Digest book excerpts. Meaning: Thanks for sharing that chapter of

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-83177610316216924942008-04-11T16:56:00.017-05:002008-04-13T22:03:31.615-05:00

So, about that art project I was working on...I bring you...TADA!The Scrabble TableThe Scrabble Table (aka "The thing that caused me to have arthritis at a very young age") is 1,320 Scrabble Tiles that are meticulously glued to the surface of my $40 grad school coffee table. There are many many many projects that I only do once. This is mostly because at the beginning, I'm too stupid to realize

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-2460247027034272772008-04-01T13:23:00.004-05:002008-04-01T14:42:59.363-05:00

I was flipping through the University of Illinois alumni magazine and spotted a familiar name...Rafael Correa...he was my TA for Microeconomics way back in 2000. I was in a huge lecture of about 600 people, and Rafael was in charge of my discussion group that met once a week. "Hmmm, I wonder what he's up to these days," I thought to myself. I wonder if he's achieved the almost unachievable

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-47848645806722585072008-03-30T12:04:00.002-05:002008-03-30T12:38:32.339-05:00

You may remember a few posts ago when I was talking about my picky eating habits...and if you don't remember, please, by all means, go and read it again...I'll wait......Okay, now that we're caught up, I have to tell you that my picky habits have absolutely nothing to do with dessert. A healthy coating of chocolate could get me to ingest anything...even things that aren't considered food:

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-12517048532285736392008-03-24T11:48:00.000-05:002008-03-24T11:49:39.418-05:00

So, I’ve started an “art project.” Seth gets a look of panic on his face whenever I say I want to start an “art project.” A lot of my ideas never come to fruition, but I really hit the ground running on this one. I’ll plan to display the finished product and a brief summary of the steps involved when it’s completed (I’m at about 40% right now, and I already think it’s SCRUMPTULESCENT). What I

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-48089451346528548672008-03-16T16:07:00.009-05:002008-03-16T18:32:00.163-05:00

I may just be the pickiest of the picky eaters. I'm the kind of lady who orders a BLT...hold the lettuce and tomato. Green vegetables? Pass.Anything gleaned from the sea? Pass.Foods recognized by the USDA as being part of a healthy adult's daily diet? Pass.Charleston is supposedly a hotbed of Southern culinary delights, and the signature dish out here seems to be shrimp and grits. It appears on

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-55216454791430146732008-03-13T20:02:00.002-05:002008-03-13T21:02:01.601-05:00

Sometimes Seth and I have conversations that I could only imagine within the context of a bong, lava lamps, and Jefferson Airplane music. Yet...We're pretty straight-laced people as far as drugs are concerned. Caffeine and the very occasional alcoholic beverage will cure what ails us. Fun Kerry Fact: I've never smoked anything at all. Cigarettes included. So anyways...We were talking and

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-81980965725723287092008-03-06T07:30:00.002-06:002008-03-06T08:13:25.258-06:00

Okay, let's start with the happy maker....It's warming up again here. Yesterday was one of those days that was so perfect in every way. If we had that kind of weather in Chicago, you can bet that people would describe it as their "one day." Meaning...the one day a year in Chicago that has perfect weather. Anyways, we've had a few days in the mid 70s (woohoo! I love March) and things are

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-52060749768596490022008-02-27T15:53:00.008-06:002008-02-27T16:07:35.990-06:00

One of the projects I’m currently working on at work involves riding around on my bicycle (yes, Jackie…I do tuck my pants into my socks) and taking pictures. Some of the things I’m required to capture on film are local playgrounds. Let me tell you something…I’ve never felt so much like a dirty old lady. Every time I roll up with my camera, people look at me with horrified suspicion. I guess

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-90282590435683312942008-02-16T17:57:00.003-06:002008-02-16T18:34:50.826-06:00

The Southeastern Wildlife Expo has come into town, and it seemed like a perfect weekend diversion (mostly because I scored free weekend passes and many of the events were within walking distance). It's basically just a lot of Jack Hanna lectures, birds of prey, and fried twinkies that are spread out all over the city. Today we headed over to Brittlebank Park to see some Doggie Dock Diving.At

Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17335313645838971846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336910.post-10037586016518723282008-02-14T19:40:00.013-06:002008-02-15T10:28:30.358-06:00

I am deeply saddened and sickened by the shooting at Northern Illinois today. For those who are new here and unaware, I am also a former NIU graduate student(MA Econ '05). It was the latest in a serious of violent crimes that have hit pretty close to home for me.3 weeks ago: Woman is raped and robbed at Queen Street Grocery. At 9:30 in the morning. In a good neighborhood. 2 blocks from where I

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