tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46763431933404852872011-09-05T06:43:24.529-07:00it's high time i start writing down all these strange thoughts i have in the shower....krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-44242589475571800442010-12-07T10:12:00.000-08:002010-12-07T15:34:16.069-08:00

The boys are in Kindergarten. David is really anxious to write. He knows all the letters, how to form them and now he's sounding them out to do the job. His first three words? the first three he's written without any help at all?poopboogergoogleThere you have it people. I wonder what that third word is going to mean 10 or 20 or 100 years from now?

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Just a few things i'll put out there in the universe as general rules of the road.Don't offer repeatedly to loan me money that you don't have.When i say in return, i'm not in any place to charge you full price for my services, please let me. Don't turn around and insist on paying full price, again with money you don't have and then accuse me of not working hard enough. In the course of three

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last two nights, we've been out driving. daylight savings is sort of fun for nighttime experiences because through the summer, they go to sleep right as the sun sets. it's been a crescent moon. David asked why and i went on to explain the phases of the moon. kid version. told them to watch the moon and see how it becomes slowly bigger and the full and the smaller and then disappears...yadda yadda

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Tonight i'm doing wyatt's homework. he came home with a backpack with a stuffed lion named simba, simba's blankie and a journal detailing simbas adventures with the other little children in his class.oh, and i'm so annoyed. why do they spring this crap on us parents??? why? why? i had no idea i was going to have to detail simba's day with us. so i'm going to be a complete smart ass and tell how

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-83225147624570906912009-09-01T12:48:00.000-07:002009-09-01T12:50:46.953-07:00

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." — Maya Angelouashley just posted this quote and it so struck me that i have to repost...i have so much going on that i scarcely have the capacity to organize it into a post. but since i've long abandoned this blog...really, i found it rocking and banging in

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-46882832414637619332009-04-17T13:46:00.000-07:002009-04-17T13:49:22.317-07:00

I walk into the boys room and see that Wyatt has just about emptied the toy box onto his bed. i point down to the pile."hey, what's all this junk!"Wyatt quick as a flash yanks down his pants, grabs his nuts and says, "No mommy, this my junk. Those are my toys!"and now ya know.

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-66196122524119174212009-03-23T15:19:00.001-07:002009-03-23T15:20:27.946-07:00

For the thank you cards.....

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-90868292073763536202009-03-19T23:30:00.000-07:002009-03-20T00:25:46.603-07:00

[claps wildly at the empty room]"okay parents, listen up"....enough with the bags of little plastic crap from the 99 cent store and candy at every birthday party. they have a way of magically vanishing before we hit the door home.just sayin'and i'm still pissed at the mom that decided a ball point pen was a good idea for valentines day. my boys managed to open the bag in the car and uncapped that

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-51385505750773533062009-03-19T22:35:00.000-07:002009-03-19T22:35:25.655-07:00

boingboing had an interesting bit about photoshop f-ups that led me to bookmark this blog: photoshop disastersthis photo is horrendous but the caption is what makes it just so."By renormalizing the model's waistline, Maxim Mexico takes a bold socio-political stance in the ongoing battle of the politics of representation, clearly referencing the oppressive reification of male-gaze heteronormative

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-81437938231882311522009-02-24T10:21:00.000-08:002009-02-24T10:22:17.266-08:00

This landed in my email box this AM. i have no idea who the author is, but it's brilliantLesson 11. Go to the grocery store.2. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office.3. Go home.4. Pick up the paper.5. Read it for the last time.Lesson 2Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple whoalready are parents and berate them about their...1. Methods of discipline

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-70377163429620764102009-01-29T19:37:00.000-08:002009-01-29T19:40:00.487-08:00

Have you ever paid attention to the dropdown list of search strings when typing something into Google? it's slightly entertaining and a sad commentary on life as we surf it.

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We have been sick for the entirety of winter so far. that is the price we pay for attending pre-school. they say by kindergarten, they will have super immunity. right now, it just sucks.the best thing about pre-school in my book is teaching my wee boys how to sit around a table and do arts & crafts. i could not master this alone before (my boys have my dreadfully short attention span, you see).

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krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-3745390256590593252009-01-15T12:04:00.000-08:002009-01-15T12:08:00.848-08:00

ring back tones need to be outlawed....if i have to listen to another distorted, tinny, jacked up, piece of crap song when simply placing a call, i'm going to be forced to sing really loudly and off key (like there is any other way i sing) for two minutes solid into the ear of the owner of said ring back tone. i think it's only fair.

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-25994016167221138932009-01-08T11:26:00.001-08:002009-01-08T11:27:45.519-08:00

Maybe it's my proximity to Manhattan Beach...maybe it's my lack of sleep this week but oh....did i laugh myself silly over this one.

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My New Years resolution is to dedicate more time updating this blog.....starting tomorrow.

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See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die

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krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-46192589952911978082008-10-31T13:07:00.000-07:002008-10-31T13:14:16.251-07:00

So in the five minutes it took me to pick up my boys from preschool, someone took it upon themselves to relieve me of my NO on prop 8 lawn sign. i can assume that these individual feel it necessary to deny me both the right to marry and my first amendment rights as well.the sad part is i'm quite certain it's a neighbor.

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**It wasn’t too long ago that interracial marriage was prohibited and a court (not the people) found that it was unconstitutional to deny these individuals of their fundamental right to marry. On January 6, 1959, in Loving v. Virginia, the Lovings pleaded guilty to interracial marriage and were sentenced to one year in prison. As part of its ruling, the trial court said that:“Almighty God created

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As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.H.L. Mencken (1880 - 1956) \

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-85549125518177117002008-09-26T19:32:00.000-07:002008-09-26T21:24:23.145-07:00

So what kind of person broadsides a couple of old ladies coming home from a red hat ladies fashion show, at around 60MPH, causing a horrific 5 car pile up, only to seize the opportunity in the resulting melee to flee the scene? really fucked up people, that's who......i've told you about my mudda, haven't i? i think i told you about her and my father....the two men in her life and such. did i

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-71713614343107979482008-09-09T23:03:00.001-07:002008-09-09T23:07:03.957-07:00

are you kidding me??Originally uploaded by whohaughcan you see that bumpersticker? can you read it? it says: drill here, drill now, pay less"i so so so soooo wanted to cover that last line with the words "pay forever". what i would have done for a sheet of blank avery labels right and there in the supermarket parking lot.....warfare on the bumper of a stupid SUV. instead, i could only snap a pic

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krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-56156407369954916122008-09-02T23:53:00.001-07:002008-09-02T23:53:02.782-07:00

womans workOriginally uploaded by whohaughi had forgotten how much i love Ilford Galerie Smooth Fine Art Paper until i printed a mock up of this triptych. the density in the blacks just makes my toes curl a little. i know i know...the Seinfeld episode. you don't have to say it. i happen to find thin tapered fingers on small delicate porcelain white hands rather repulsive. i love working hands

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-40404220628404884072008-09-01T21:40:00.000-07:002008-09-02T07:50:08.554-07:00

We took the last-of-the-summer trip to New Mexico to visit not-so-close family and chase lore through the ruins found on great grandfathers property. something fishy about how the family shoved off my father in-law when he was orphaned. or perhaps it was just my very active imagination spinning into a tale of land, inheritance, greed and how those three will completely trump familial love. ah,

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-10054384537870460572008-08-17T20:14:00.000-07:002008-08-17T20:17:38.559-07:00

this is also true about my neighbors....i need to plant a sign like this in my very liberal front lawn.

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Today was the first day of school for my wee beans. Well, not official school...summer school but i can say for absolute certain, it was the first day i have ever dropped them off anywhere and left. weird, huh? we didn't do daycare and have had very little help in home. a part time nanny for a time but i've felt it was important that i spend as much time as possible raising my children. not that

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-18126730185688967082008-07-07T20:59:00.000-07:002008-07-07T21:05:46.233-07:00

In 1969 Jerry Levitan, a 14 year old Beatles fan at the time, snuck into the hotel where John Lennon was staying in Toronto and talked him into doing an audio interview about peace. 38 years later Jerry produced the wonderful animated short “I Met The Walrus” using the the audio from the interview as the soundtrack and the fantastic visuals narratives by Josh Raskin.....via Laughing Squid,

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We have blackout curtains in the boys room. it was a necessity for synchronized napping as infants. The first time we settled in for a nap away from home was Aunt Carole's house in the mountains. The drapes were pulled and all was quiet when Wyatt says: "mommy, turn the dark on."

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-11165588352923901692008-06-30T22:30:00.001-07:002008-06-30T23:10:42.664-07:00

My boys met their half brother for the first time this week. He and his mother traveled here from Boston with no other plan than to see us. (well, we are going to Disneyland and Legoland and any other overstimulating pricey land we can hit this week) They also have a half sister in LA and two younger brothers just outside of Cleveland. for this week, we were only able to get the four together.All

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-30253314550753907402008-06-27T22:32:00.000-07:002008-06-27T23:03:57.917-07:00

This is the best thing ever. one of my sons has suddenly taken to telling jokes. they make absolutely no sense, but damn, are they funny. so much so that he has trouble getting them out. i did this today to send to Nana and i can't stop watching it. i know what she's gonna say....i just know it and i think so too....

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-920516899026743062008-06-24T21:06:00.000-07:002008-06-24T21:29:26.718-07:00

how cute are my boys? David got sand in his eye and Wyatt was bending in close to try and see it...and it was making David laugh. [snap] and it made page 141 of the May/June 2008 issue in a Ralph Lauren editorial. oh, and that little girl looks just like Drew Barrymore, don't cha think? never paid this much for a magazine though.what-ever. listen to me....sounding like all those hideous stage

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-64726409762130492382008-06-24T17:02:00.000-07:002008-07-21T22:35:50.419-07:00

i'm shopping in Kohl's and i notice a whole line women's clothing called Sag Harbor. i want to meet the brain trust behind that one? i mean, i realize this is probably a real place on the map, but women's clothing? really? this is especially cutting if you happen to be over 40....somewhere there is a group of marketing execs laughing themselves silly....

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-11068072305791022402008-06-21T23:26:00.000-07:002008-06-22T09:54:43.549-07:00

music....music....how i love it so. can someone tell me where i've heard Brett Dennen's, "Ain't No Reason", out in the world? a movie perhaps? i just can't stop playing it lately. felt the same way about Amos Lee....and Ingrid Michaelson! where did she come from? "The Way I Am" is damn catchy. when i find a good song i swear it's magical and healing and somehow restorative to my core. anyway,

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-84334360407453367362008-06-21T13:01:00.000-07:002008-06-21T13:09:43.879-07:00

Last year we hacked the crap out of the plumb tree for the sake of props...a display project. this year we have a bumper crop of fruit. i had no idea what a colossal pain in the arse it is to make plumb jam, but now that i think of it, it's not usually found on the shelf at the local piggly-wiggly, now is it?

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-25084563544412390162008-06-19T15:26:00.000-07:002008-06-19T16:42:00.597-07:00

Driving down the Las Vegas strip...at night...pointing out the castle! the big city!"look boys! the pyramid and sphinx."david turns to wyatt and says, "hey wyatt! the pyramid stinks!"*

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-68411565714559633802008-06-17T15:14:00.000-07:002008-06-17T15:45:15.394-07:00

This landed in my mailbox just about twenty seconds ago. Freewillastrology is a must read for those of us that like to have a little light in an otherwise gray forecast."I have a dream that in the New World, we will add an eleventh commandment to the standard ten: Thou shalt not bore God."Amen brother

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-88510596545191877012008-06-15T22:27:00.000-07:002008-06-15T23:07:26.250-07:00

this is one part memory, one part ode because father's day is always bittersweet.....The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor WitShall lure it back to cancel half a Line,Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.Omar KhayyamHe came calling in the wee hours of the morning. Or shall i say in our mourning...awakened at 4 am to the raspy sounds of fluid rising. Sounds

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-51363382829543797022008-06-09T13:42:00.000-07:002008-06-09T16:15:26.906-07:00

somehow i've managed to become quite involved in this art group. it is in my nature to, if i'm moved to do so, put my entire being into something to the point of extreme burnout. with this i'm trying to work moderation but damn, it's tough. moderation ain't my forte....my new found friend asked me, with a fair amount of trepidation, to design a limited edition teeshirt for the October gallery

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-16310164428009325712008-06-04T09:22:00.000-07:002008-06-04T12:16:59.820-07:00

The question is not what you look at but what you see.....Against my principles and better judgement, i joined an Art Group. well, that is to say, i joined a local art group that is filled with blue haired ladies fond of watercolor landscapes and probably do believe Thomas Kincaid is the master of light. i wrote a letter to the local newspaper about a recent push for public art in my beach town.

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-8302205715364352002008-06-02T22:06:00.000-07:002008-06-02T22:51:37.957-07:00

holy crap. i'm going to have nightmares. i just finished watching the bone-chilling documentary "Friends in God" by the amazing Alexandra Pelosi. i mean, she's brilliant and the film does a great job of not being too glib but WHAT IS WRONG with these people!!!i can't even begin to wrap my head around all this evangelical manipulation. maybe it's that lately i've been overwhelmed with the amount

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-45500116194812544082008-05-29T15:23:00.001-07:002008-05-29T15:24:51.867-07:00

I scolded Wyatt and made him sit at the dinner table with the rest of us and at least pretend to partake in his food. After about 2 minutes of sullen silence he says:"awwww, my happy is all gone"

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-80293874059682186392008-05-21T22:02:00.000-07:002009-04-14T10:56:07.531-07:00

"Every old sock, meets an old shoe" - Kate BushMy mother was a bit of a prize beauty in the small town that raised her. At 15, she fell for a very charismatic 17 year old boy and climbed into the backseat only to find herself with child and married less than a year later. Her second daughter came 15 months later…latin twins…or irish twins…depending on which catholic church you belonged to. It was

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-42442167324658279932008-05-13T15:54:00.000-07:002008-05-13T16:03:18.028-07:00

i found this article profoundly insightful and utter repulsive at the same time....Some of psychology's most interesting artifacts reflect not only the zeitgeist of the times but the personalities of the psychologists behind them. One such example is the "Marital Rating Scale—Wife's Chart," a test developed in the late 1930s by George W. Crane, MD, PhD, (1901–95) of Northwestern University, who

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-47970249565304513002008-05-11T21:44:00.000-07:002008-05-12T10:01:07.636-07:00

I’m an older mom….and as the youngest of five, the daughter of an older mom. I knew long ago I would be here; a mother. However, I didn’t know the long winding road I would have to take to get here. Most days I feel completely exhausted at the end of the day….and wonder if this would be different, say, if I were in my twenties with these twin boys. But that’s where any sort of smattering of

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-2833383156790797492008-05-07T17:47:00.000-07:002008-05-07T17:53:09.371-07:00

yeah, so i'm posting because i'm sure the two people that read this blog are tired of looking at Naomi Klein's big ole face....whew...let's just move this on down the page a little.....|||||||Vbetter? good. alrighty. so who are you two people that seem to be stopping by? please, feel free to give a shout out. be bold enough to comment. i mean, i'm sort of growing rather unsettled by the sound of

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i've been so incredibly distracted by ted.com and bigthink.comin the same fashion as being a better reader than a writer, i'm a great listener....here is Naomi Klein via salon.com on social change and what it will take for this country to wake up from it's long slumber.

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-47528371252997689572008-03-30T14:52:00.000-07:002008-03-30T18:53:56.224-07:00

i read something a while back on someone else's blog about happiest childhood memories. i find this is often the case here in the blogosphere. childhood memories. it's a fantastic place to purge. a vast group confession...but it's wonderful and awe inspiring. i am constantly taken by the wit, humor and honesty of Heather and the intelligent, courageous candor of jane.look at what postsecret has

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I'm having extra coffee this morning....why? Well, let me tell you a little cautionary tale about boys. Our little beach house has a floor furnace for heat. As much as I drill these guys on the merits of doing-as-your-told and the dangers of THROWING SHIT DOWN THE REGISTER, sometimes I skip the nightly check to make sure there isn't some primary colored plastic waiting to get torched. Last night

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Okay, get this....my friend is out with her baby, doing a little grocery shopping. There is a woman collecting signatures for a petition at the entrance. It happens more often than not here in So Cal. Anyway, as she approaches, the woman says to her, "would you be interested in signing a petition to keep marriage between a man and a woman?"my friend is a lawyer and therefore not of few words,

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i'm the mother of three year old twin boys today. while that might seem like nothing to some of you with a half a dozen children, for me it is quite the achievement. perhaps the most incredible thing i can say about myself. pshaw! you say...there are bigger deals in this world. and to that, i say, what can be more astounding and awesome than watching the future unfold before you?

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tone – (TOHN) noun, verb 1. a particular quality, way of sounding, modulation, or intonation of the voice as expressive of some meaning, feeling, spirit….Meaning…feeling…spirit. So when you tell me that you miss me in the most delicate of ways and frankly say “what are we going to do about it”, I hear a tone that is similar to discussing the mundane issues of every day life. Not exactly bowling

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-88005790339968109732008-03-01T14:00:00.000-08:002008-03-01T19:14:40.265-08:00

“The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.”I replied, “Yes, that is so,” and without saying anything more I looked across the ridges of sand that were stretched out before us in the moonlight.“The desert is beautiful,” the little prince added, and that was true. I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing, yet through

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I think poverty is inherited just like wealth. There are the vast majority that don’t choose to be poor, but are simply born to it.What I’m finding is the majority of the pundits have never gone to bed hungry or suffered the social stigma of uncut hair or clothes that don’t fit. I am the youngest of five. My grandfather came to this country and picked oranges in ventura county. He came here with

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The First Audition.....I wasn’t expecting the harshness, first off. That is something I certainly see happening with adults, but no way did I see it coming as I walked my not-yet-three year olds into an overcrowded casting office. The two twenty-somethings checking in seemed quite overwhelmed. The young man pointed to a sheet and told me to sign in. Neither asked for anything nor did they even

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my sons are at an age where absolutely everything is taken in, processed and spit right out again. a favorite being when my words or exact inflection is repeated....when leaving the store..."Was that fun, mommy? was that fun?"after signaling it's time for bed..."Two seconds, mommy. Just two more seconds."as i hand over the toy i've just retreived from a high shelf in the closet..."Good job, mommy

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-40961542200113360282008-02-15T11:34:00.000-08:002008-02-17T15:48:00.763-08:00

the boys got into the local favorite pre-school. they hold a lottery for new students...you would have thought we received an acceptance letter to Stanford, the way we were carrying on.now i have to write a letter begging for a scholarship being that we are starving artists and all. the worst part about where they are going, is they will be surrounded by children of priviledge. [read: tiny little

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-23893419742373149352008-02-14T14:32:00.000-08:002008-02-15T11:23:13.465-08:00

This is my father. I named one of my sons after him. i did that as soon as i knew baby A was a boy...and fate made sure that baby looks just like him. His mother, my grandma Mac, wanted to see him in the moving pictures. put him in acting classes and had several professional headshots done. I never met my grandmother. She died when he was 12 and i don't think he ever got over it. He didn't pursue

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-30927511072536269802008-02-13T12:35:00.000-08:002008-02-13T12:40:36.760-08:00

ya know...even though she's a famous wife of a rockstar, reading her blog makes me feel normal in my done-birthed-twins-too body.damn, i gotta change this layout though. the brown/tan has got to go.

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-41039204501722617472008-02-10T13:48:00.000-08:002008-02-10T21:19:24.858-08:00

This is a soldier. A Lieutenant. His specialty is blowing things up. He named his baby girl after the God of war. However, watching him whisper sweet words to his newborn daughter, i knew his life would be forever changed....therein lies hope.i was editing this session with my ipod cranked up and on shuffle. George Michael's "mothers pride" started to play and i competely lost it. i swear, God is

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yesterday on Oprah, the show hosted several adults conceived by donated sperm. my twins are the product of that science. needless to say, it brought up a swirl of different and slightly unexpected emotions for me. the decision to use donated sperm rather than a known donor (oh i have the most excellent male friends) was one of the most difficult decisions i've made in my lifetime. it wasn't my

krishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615920237816703471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4676343193340485287.post-44023745039368660602008-02-03T21:10:00.000-08:002008-02-10T14:03:06.495-08:00

It started innocently enough. A friend has persistently suggested i submit my babies to a modeling agency. She has her two daughters represented by a well known agency and they have had a lovely time of it. Mostly catalogue stuff....kohls, pennys, and the like. She tells me it's something for the scrapbooks and a little college fund money to boot. So i did it. i submitted them to two local

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