In Defense of Myself and the Condiment Kitchen

Recently myself and the CondimentKitchen have been accused of "lameness" by a certain "salesperson" that we'll call Lare-bear. At first I tried to let Lare-bear's slanderous comments go, thinking well he's really out-of-touch, how could he possibly understand the purpose of a blogging community, let alone judge the merits of my humble blog? I'm not asking for any awards, but maybe an honorable mention. . . because Lare-bear my blog is good enough, it's great enough and gosh darn it, people link to me.

Another accusation of Lare-bear's, my profile picture looks 20 years old. Does it Lare-bear, does it really? Because that would make me 47 in real-life, and I guess I'm no spring chic but I don't think I appear to be 47 (Note: I am not age-prejudice, well it's touch and go with children, but based on age, I definitely have nothing against anyone over let's say 15). I don't even have crow's feet and I don't need a push-up bra (I'm not against them though); you can still get tickets to the gun show. Besides, that picture is probably from the last time I had a camera (a fun saver 4 years ago). And I still have the same hair-style anyway, but it's a timeless look. Wind-blown, like I've just stepped out of a sporty convertible and I'm on my wait to meet Malibu Ken for a half-caf, no-foam, double, skinny Latte before we head to the beach.

Exhibit-A:

| | | Best of the CondimentKitchen Posts:

I can tell a decent story:
| I Love Wal-Mart
| Anniversary Crasher
| Embarrasing Moments

I share fun links:
| Belief-o-Matic
| Ransom Note Generators

Exhibit B — Recent comments about my genius posted to MySpace by Melissa Mead:

"so i had to explain the genuis of spongebob squarepants to someone the other day. How do people not get it? I thought to myself, "geez, some people just GET it....like karen!" love ya chica:)" Source: MySpace


Exhibit C — Recent photos ( taken outside the break room, less than 24 hrs ago, geese are my witnesses) That 4th one is my Author Photo, an idea borrowed from Daniel. And the fifth one is with my Angry Eyes, an idea borrowed by Mrs. Potato Head.




Lare-bear, you are officially ON NOTICE. You'll be hearing from my lawyers as soon as I get back from the beach, capitol beach that is.