A few weeks ago I was invited to be on a local ABC women's talk show, Good Things Utah. On the show we talked about my company, Urban Botanic. It was fun! Here's the clip:
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Vermont's Finest
If I can just make it until tomorrow night when my head finally hits my soft pillow...
Work is beyond busy. Home is even busier. Control over Mt. St. Laundry eludes me. Three big dinners to host/attend this weekend. Ack! It's all too much. So I've pulled back my hair, slid on my fuzzy socks, and am now taking a deep breath while I Imagine Whirled Peace with my friends B&J. Cheers.
Work is beyond busy. Home is even busier. Control over Mt. St. Laundry eludes me. Three big dinners to host/attend this weekend. Ack! It's all too much. So I've pulled back my hair, slid on my fuzzy socks, and am now taking a deep breath while I Imagine Whirled Peace with my friends B&J. Cheers.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Dead Meat
That's what Steve will be as soon as he gets home from picking up our dinner from wherever he's going to surprise me. He left about 15 minutes ago, and I was upstairs on the computer in a green knit sweater and my undies. And socks. And a bobby pin holding back my bangs. There I just listed everything I'm wearing at the moment. Well, I was doing something on the internet that required the use of my debit card (shopping? me? nah.), which I left in my purse. Which is in my car. Which is in the garage. So I hopped down the stairs, through our kitchen, and opened the door to the garage. It was pitch black in there, so I flipped on the light. It pretty much blinded me, but I was able to make it down the 3 steps to my car. I opened the door and dug through my purse. Finally, debit card in hand, I whirled around to go back into the house, and was stopped dead in my tracks. You know what was staring me right in the face?
MY ENTIRE EFFING NEIGHBORHOOD, THAT'S WHAT!
He didn't close the garage door.
And it's pitch black outside, so it was all the same to me when I opened the kitchen door to a pitch black garage.
Here is a classic example of why men get in trouble for really stupid, petty things. I realize it's stupid and petty, but all the same, he is dead meat when he gets home in a few minutes.
MY ENTIRE EFFING NEIGHBORHOOD, THAT'S WHAT!
He didn't close the garage door.
And it's pitch black outside, so it was all the same to me when I opened the kitchen door to a pitch black garage.
Here is a classic example of why men get in trouble for really stupid, petty things. I realize it's stupid and petty, but all the same, he is dead meat when he gets home in a few minutes.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Are any of my readers shrinks?
***Update*** The cats hate Dino. He is now back home with us. Oh, what to do.
If so, advise me, plz!
After many moons of contemplation, this past Friday I gave my Chihuahua, Dino, to a nice lady with another Chihuahua and 3 cats. She's very much an animal person, and Dino seemed to take to her well. So off they went. I spent the entire weekend missing Dino and wondering (once again) whether I did the right thing. He's such a good little dog, and every reason I had to give him away fell under the category of my own weakness/inability to be a dog owner and be sane at the same time.
It was eating me this afternoon, so I gave Dino's new owner a call to see how things were going. She said, "Well? They're going." Dino and the other chi are in love with each other. But whenever one of her cats comes in the room, Dino goes absolutely ape all over the place. She wants to give it a few more days before making a decision on whether they can get along long-term and if things aren't looking good, I'm making her give him back to me.
So the part where I truly need counseling in order to get rid of my angst and guilt? Is the part where I'm seriously considering keeping him if he comes back to me. I'm picturing this trade-off scene between me and Mother Neurosis: "Hereyago, MN, here's my guilt [plop] AHHH that feels better. Now give me back my insanity." A fair trade?
Don't tell me it's just a dog, because I KNOW. I KNOW IT'S JUST A DOG. Eff.
If so, advise me, plz!
After many moons of contemplation, this past Friday I gave my Chihuahua, Dino, to a nice lady with another Chihuahua and 3 cats. She's very much an animal person, and Dino seemed to take to her well. So off they went. I spent the entire weekend missing Dino and wondering (once again) whether I did the right thing. He's such a good little dog, and every reason I had to give him away fell under the category of my own weakness/inability to be a dog owner and be sane at the same time.
It was eating me this afternoon, so I gave Dino's new owner a call to see how things were going. She said, "Well? They're going." Dino and the other chi are in love with each other. But whenever one of her cats comes in the room, Dino goes absolutely ape all over the place. She wants to give it a few more days before making a decision on whether they can get along long-term and if things aren't looking good, I'm making her give him back to me.
So the part where I truly need counseling in order to get rid of my angst and guilt? Is the part where I'm seriously considering keeping him if he comes back to me. I'm picturing this trade-off scene between me and Mother Neurosis: "Hereyago, MN, here's my guilt [plop] AHHH that feels better. Now give me back my insanity." A fair trade?
Don't tell me it's just a dog, because I KNOW. I KNOW IT'S JUST A DOG. Eff.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
This is your brain on drugs
You know how every once in a while when you've stayed up way too late, your brain starts turning to slush? Usually for me that means giggling uncontrollably at the stupidest things in the world. But sometimes... sometimes ... something like this IM conversation will happen:
McKenna says:
i have this new tick
McKenna says:
i found this thing in my nose
McKenna says:
i mean, it's always been there, i guess i just found anew way to play with the tip of my nose? I can like crush the cartilage inwards?
McKenna says:
hard to explain
McKenna says:
but anyway it's so addicting that i'm now getting worried that i'm going to break it down and make it flabby on accident and then need a nose job
Chante says:
could i see it if you did it?
McKenna says:
no, it doesn't stick. the second i take pressure off it pops back to normal form
Chante says:
o
Chante says:
now i'm trying to do it
McKenna says:
to someone watching it would just look like i'm pressing in the tip of my nose
Chante says:
i'm moving my nose all around...?
McKenna says:
it's this specific spot
Chante says:
on the tip of your nose?
McKenna says:
yeah tip but at a special little angle
Chante says:
the tip of my nose has cartilage on the sides but not the middle of the tip
McKenna says:
try like just above your nostrils, at a diagonal, inward and upward angle
Chante says:
i don't think i have any there
McKenna says:
yeah every nose has its thorn
Chante says:
Ok STOP. To bed for you, plz.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Cowgirl Up!
Meet Racheal.
Racheal is an all American cowgirl. Actually, I don't really know what that means, but I do know that she rides horses every day and competes in all sorts of horse racing events almost every single weekend. She goes to nationals almost every year, and this year... a horse literally kicked the crap out of her and put her in the hospital. But within weeks she was back on her horse kicking some butt of her own.
She's also funny, sassy, and stinkin' cute. And gorgeous. She looks just like her mom to me.
These pictures look a little blueish to me. Which seemed like a good idea at the time (last night), but now I'm thinking they'd look better as peachish instead.
Yes, I think I like this much better.
Racheal is an all American cowgirl. Actually, I don't really know what that means, but I do know that she rides horses every day and competes in all sorts of horse racing events almost every single weekend. She goes to nationals almost every year, and this year... a horse literally kicked the crap out of her and put her in the hospital. But within weeks she was back on her horse kicking some butt of her own.
She's also funny, sassy, and stinkin' cute. And gorgeous. She looks just like her mom to me.
These pictures look a little blueish to me. Which seemed like a good idea at the time (last night), but now I'm thinking they'd look better as peachish instead.
Yes, I think I like this much better.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Sorry. I know, it's bad.
This happened many years ago when I first got engaged. I kind of dropped my girlfriends and fell off the planet, because, well? There are only so many waking hours and a girl has got to spend them all with her man when she's engaged! On the one hand, I felt really badly that I wasn't hanging with my normal pals all the time; I know they didn't fully understand why I had fallen off the planet and that made me sad. But on the other hand, I still put them off so that I could spend more time with Steve.
After a while, I began wanting to call my friends, but because I had put them off for a few weeks, I didn't feel I deserved to call them up now that it was convenient for me. So I didn't call. I just didn't want to seem ingenuine.
Well that whole thing is worked out now. I'm pretty sure they forgave me, we still get together regularly. But I'm feeling similarly about this blog. I know, WHINE, WHINE, WHINE. I've already committed bloggy suicide at least half a dozen times. But the thing is I've had all these great little things to post, but I haven't felt worthy of posting them. I've felt like I need to come back out with fireworks and streamers and HELLLLO!!!! HERE IS MY BLOOOOOOG, ISN'T IT LOVELY? I'M BACK FROM HIATUS AND THIS POST IS MY WELLLLLLCOME WAGON, ISN'T IT GLOOORIOUS?!
So I did that with this whole redesign and then I went away again, in typical fashion. I'm not engaged this time (still married from the first time) but something has been yanking at all four limbs lately. It's still yanking, but I'll be posting for me now. For the sake of my quickly-fading memory of all the little things in life I wish to remember.
And, not that i wish to remember this particular thing, but last night I was bored, so I cleaned out my medicine cabinet, and look what I found in there:
Just a few packs of gum.
And yes, we prefer Orbit and 5.
That Trident must've been in our stocking last year at Christmas or something.
These don't count the 10-12 packs I threw away because they only had a few pieces left and I figured they were hard and dry by now. Where do you keep your gum? With the band-aids and the tea? Doesn't that seem the most logical place to keep the gum? "Honey, where are the matches?" ... "Dunno, try checking the gum-bandaids-tea cabinet."
So I officially implemented a spending freeze on gum.
Now if only all my other cabinets had such accessible contents with labels pointing outward.
After a while, I began wanting to call my friends, but because I had put them off for a few weeks, I didn't feel I deserved to call them up now that it was convenient for me. So I didn't call. I just didn't want to seem ingenuine.
Well that whole thing is worked out now. I'm pretty sure they forgave me, we still get together regularly. But I'm feeling similarly about this blog. I know, WHINE, WHINE, WHINE. I've already committed bloggy suicide at least half a dozen times. But the thing is I've had all these great little things to post, but I haven't felt worthy of posting them. I've felt like I need to come back out with fireworks and streamers and HELLLLO!!!! HERE IS MY BLOOOOOOG, ISN'T IT LOVELY? I'M BACK FROM HIATUS AND THIS POST IS MY WELLLLLLCOME WAGON, ISN'T IT GLOOORIOUS?!
So I did that with this whole redesign and then I went away again, in typical fashion. I'm not engaged this time (still married from the first time) but something has been yanking at all four limbs lately. It's still yanking, but I'll be posting for me now. For the sake of my quickly-fading memory of all the little things in life I wish to remember.
And, not that i wish to remember this particular thing, but last night I was bored, so I cleaned out my medicine cabinet, and look what I found in there:
Just a few packs of gum.
And yes, we prefer Orbit and 5.
That Trident must've been in our stocking last year at Christmas or something.
These don't count the 10-12 packs I threw away because they only had a few pieces left and I figured they were hard and dry by now. Where do you keep your gum? With the band-aids and the tea? Doesn't that seem the most logical place to keep the gum? "Honey, where are the matches?" ... "Dunno, try checking the gum-bandaids-tea cabinet."
So I officially implemented a spending freeze on gum.
Now if only all my other cabinets had such accessible contents with labels pointing outward.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Greek Salad with Shrimp & Orzo
Here's a good healthy recipe to help stretch out the Summer season. (At least the feel of it, if we can't control the temperature.) Such an easy recipe and it's pretty! Very healthy, too. It's delightfully fresh tasting, and such a pick-me-up.
8 oz orzo
8 T green onion, chopped
24 cherry tomatoes, sliced in half
2 cucumbers, peeled and sliced
1 lb shrimp
16 black olives, sliced
4 oz feta cheese
Dressing:
4 tsp lemon juice
8 tsp red wine vinegar
1/2 tsp pepper
1 1/3 tsp oregano
6 tsp EVOO (extra virgin olive oil)
1. Cook orzo according to package directions, then rinse in ice cold water to chill it.
2. Saute shrimp in a bit of EVOO (this is how Rachel Ray abbreviates it, and I'm going with it.)
3. Make dressing
4. Chop veggies
5. Toss all together
4 Servings
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Sad and depressing
The other night I went out for dessert with some girlfriends from my neighborhood. (My friend Anne-Marie is 9.5 months pregnant; good excuse to celebrate)
And?
I ordered a white chocolate molten cake and ice cream JUST SO I COULD SMELL IT.
I didn't have one bite.
And?
I ordered a white chocolate molten cake and ice cream JUST SO I COULD SMELL IT.
I didn't have one bite.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Letting go?
About 3 years ago, we got a Chihuahua puppy. The sweetest thing in the world, and we named him Dino ("dee-noh"). Dino was really therapeutic for me because in my go!-go!-go! world, he brought me back to the basics. Taking care of him as a puppy, making sure he was fed, clean, walked, etc helped ground me, and gave me an excuse to take a breather during my busy day. I appreciated that about him so much. I still do. But you know? Now three years have passed and I'm not sure I was cut out to be a dog owner anymore.
He's completely house trained and extremely obedient. But he's a Chihuahua, which means whenever someone knocks at the door, he barks his brains out until it's answered. And then when our guest comes inside, he's all over them, "hi! hi! hi! mynamesdinowhatsyours? hi! you're here! i'm here! we'rebothHERE-HIIIII!!!!! doyouloveme? ithinkiloveyoualready,so.hi!!!
And then there's the hair, that I'm so dang sick of rolling off my clothes before I leave the house every morning. And the fact that Carter thinks it's hilarious to drop his toy cars into Dino's water bowl, hang out inside his kennel, and occasionally have an afternoon snack at his food dish. AHHH! Drives me nuts.
But I feel so guilty about all this. I can't believe I'm even considering finding a new home for sweet Dino. Because three years ago, I committed to being a dog owner. You can't just decide later on that you're not interested anymore, can you? On the other hand, my sanity craves simplicity. And I wonder if he'd be happier in a home with other dogs and perhaps an actual yard to run around in.
If I go through with this, I'll only accept one million dollars as payment OR zero dollars. And if it's zero dollars, there will be a strict interview process. I've already considered many of the points I will go over. And when they take him away I will stand on the porch and bawl like a five year old losing her best fwend.
But something tells me I'll wake up a week later relieved and validated.
Am I horrible?
Please either talk me out of it or give me permission.
He's completely house trained and extremely obedient. But he's a Chihuahua, which means whenever someone knocks at the door, he barks his brains out until it's answered. And then when our guest comes inside, he's all over them, "hi! hi! hi! mynamesdinowhatsyours? hi! you're here! i'm here! we'rebothHERE-HIIIII!!!!! doyouloveme? ithinkiloveyoualready,so.hi!!!
And then there's the hair, that I'm so dang sick of rolling off my clothes before I leave the house every morning. And the fact that Carter thinks it's hilarious to drop his toy cars into Dino's water bowl, hang out inside his kennel, and occasionally have an afternoon snack at his food dish. AHHH! Drives me nuts.
But I feel so guilty about all this. I can't believe I'm even considering finding a new home for sweet Dino. Because three years ago, I committed to being a dog owner. You can't just decide later on that you're not interested anymore, can you? On the other hand, my sanity craves simplicity. And I wonder if he'd be happier in a home with other dogs and perhaps an actual yard to run around in.
If I go through with this, I'll only accept one million dollars as payment OR zero dollars. And if it's zero dollars, there will be a strict interview process. I've already considered many of the points I will go over. And when they take him away I will stand on the porch and bawl like a five year old losing her best fwend.
But something tells me I'll wake up a week later relieved and validated.
Am I horrible?
Please either talk me out of it or give me permission.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Welcome to my new blog!
I am the biggest dork on the face of the planet to spend my free time this weekend on a new blog. But it's something I've been wanting to do for quite a while. Not only because the name of my old blog was like a bad tattoo (didn't think that one through too much, did I? I liked it for about five minutes, and lived with it for 3 years), but also because I wanted to slurp all my blogs together in one place. I snagged up the url of my namesake forever ago but was hesitant to make it my blog because, well, despite being a little cheesy, I wondered if people would think it's a little egotistical. But you know, I've put all that past me now.
So before you freak and try to tell me this doesn't even resemble the look of a blog, let me explain. The whole change-o-presto tabbed section at the top? Those are my posts, they're just categorized. That means if you don't care about my silly aspiration to be able to take a pretty picture one day, hate to cook, or could care less about Photoshop techniques and artsy finds, well then you don't have to bother yourself with those subjects and just stick to the first tab. Each tab displays my most recent post in each category.
Below the tabbed area we have two columns: "Kennalyn Recommends" and my blogroll. The recommendations are not ads. These are products or services I've personally tried, received or seen and I think they're just fabulous. So I'm sharing the love. They'll change from time to time, but you'll always be able to see the entire list.
So there you have it! A virtual tour of my virtual blog. And I even have a new post up in every category. A small feast to end the famine, if you will.
So before you freak and try to tell me this doesn't even resemble the look of a blog, let me explain. The whole change-o-presto tabbed section at the top? Those are my posts, they're just categorized. That means if you don't care about my silly aspiration to be able to take a pretty picture one day, hate to cook, or could care less about Photoshop techniques and artsy finds, well then you don't have to bother yourself with those subjects and just stick to the first tab. Each tab displays my most recent post in each category.
Below the tabbed area we have two columns: "Kennalyn Recommends" and my blogroll. The recommendations are not ads. These are products or services I've personally tried, received or seen and I think they're just fabulous. So I'm sharing the love. They'll change from time to time, but you'll always be able to see the entire list.
So there you have it! A virtual tour of my virtual blog. And I even have a new post up in every category. A small feast to end the famine, if you will.
Free Advertising Giveaway!
Hi!
I have some space I need to fill on my sidebar! I plan for these areas to be FREE ADS for now. Free ads for blogs, companies, products, etsy stores and the like. And let me tell you, this ad space is in extremely high demand, as this blog receives about eighty to one hundred entire unique visitors every single day. Well, at least it did when it was at ShrekLovesFiona.blogspot.com, and I'm assuming all those readers will very soon update their bookmarks, but can you believe that crazy, band-width busting statistic?! I'm practically famous. I'm practically Marth Stewart, people. No. Oprah.
So to kick off Kennalyn.com (I still feel a little funny saying/typing 'kennalyn.com', kinda like I did with my new last name for a few weeks after getting married), I'm giving away the following:
One 250x250 ad (you need to design it yourself) (although if you absolutely can't and you are really, really nice to me, I suppose I could whip one up for you) (actually, I'd love to, but just.this.once!)
Two 250x88 ads (same rules apply regarding button design)
Your button will appear on Kennalyn.com for one entire month. That's approximately 3000 impressions. If everyone updates their bookmarks. Oh, and if everyone didn't go away while I was on blog-hiatus (it so far seems like you've all stayed, thank heaven!)
So to enter, leave a comment telling me about what your ad would be for (your blog... your store... your online dating profile?) and also a link to the site your ad would promote. If you have more than one blog/shop/company/product, please enter them all separately, and they'll receive a separate entry. After I rule out any inappropriate entries (you wouldn't do that, would you?) I will choose a winner using Random.org.
You have until Wednesday, September 20th to enter! I chose that date because 1) It gives people time to realize that I indeed still exist and to update their bookmark. 2) That gives the winners several days to send me their button so it can go live October 1st. 3) That's my sister's birthday, and she's a crazy punk.
On your mark, get set, go!
I have some space I need to fill on my sidebar! I plan for these areas to be FREE ADS for now. Free ads for blogs, companies, products, etsy stores and the like. And let me tell you, this ad space is in extremely high demand, as this blog receives about eighty to one hundred entire unique visitors every single day. Well, at least it did when it was at ShrekLovesFiona.blogspot.com, and I'm assuming all those readers will very soon update their bookmarks, but can you believe that crazy, band-width busting statistic?! I'm practically famous. I'm practically Marth Stewart, people. No. Oprah.
So to kick off Kennalyn.com (I still feel a little funny saying/typing 'kennalyn.com', kinda like I did with my new last name for a few weeks after getting married), I'm giving away the following:
One 250x250 ad (you need to design it yourself) (although if you absolutely can't and you are really, really nice to me, I suppose I could whip one up for you) (actually, I'd love to, but just.this.once!)
Two 250x88 ads (same rules apply regarding button design)
Your button will appear on Kennalyn.com for one entire month. That's approximately 3000 impressions. If everyone updates their bookmarks. Oh, and if everyone didn't go away while I was on blog-hiatus (it so far seems like you've all stayed, thank heaven!)
So to enter, leave a comment telling me about what your ad would be for (your blog... your store... your online dating profile?) and also a link to the site your ad would promote. If you have more than one blog/shop/company/product, please enter them all separately, and they'll receive a separate entry. After I rule out any inappropriate entries (you wouldn't do that, would you?) I will choose a winner using Random.org.
You have until Wednesday, September 20th to enter! I chose that date because 1) It gives people time to realize that I indeed still exist and to update their bookmark. 2) That gives the winners several days to send me their button so it can go live October 1st. 3) That's my sister's birthday, and she's a crazy punk.
On your mark, get set, go!
I heart bathrooms
Since I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do is walk through a brand new, freshly & uniquely decorated model home. I love the feeling I get in that emptiness, where there's no evidence of anyone actually living there, and I'm a complete sucker for beautiful interior design.
My two favorite rooms (decor wise) are the kitchen and the bathroom. My bathrooms have plain white walls and a simple rug thrown on the floor. Mainly because I'm too chicken to commit to anything else because I haven't found the perfect expression of me in bathroom decor. But these bathrooms make me want to drive myself to The Home Depot right this instant:
For many more bathrooms and photo credits, visit this post by The Inspired Room
My two favorite rooms (decor wise) are the kitchen and the bathroom. My bathrooms have plain white walls and a simple rug thrown on the floor. Mainly because I'm too chicken to commit to anything else because I haven't found the perfect expression of me in bathroom decor. But these bathrooms make me want to drive myself to The Home Depot right this instant:
For many more bathrooms and photo credits, visit this post by The Inspired Room
Masochism and Snickerdoodles With a Twist
I'm not quite sure what got into me today. I've been on a diet "lifestyle change" for quite a while now and my commitment is still fairly solid. For the most part, I've only been eating fresh fruits and veggies, and plain grilled chicken breast or fish, and man! I've missed cooking!
So today I got a hankerin' to make cookies. Not to eat cookies, to make them. Because I enjoy torturing myself like that.
1 cup shortening
1 1/2 cups sugar plus 2 extra tbsp for later
2 eggs
2 1/5 cups flour
2 tsp cream of tartar
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp ground cinnamon
4 tbsp finely ground toffee bar (no chocolate) or caramel sprinkles
Preheat oven to 350 farenheit. Blend together the first 3 ingredients. Sift the flour, cream of tartar, soda and salt. Combine flour and egg mixtures. Stick the entire thing in the fridge until it's chilly throughout. Combine 2 tbsp sugar with the cinnamon. Form chilled dough into 1 inch balls, then roll in cinnamon-sugar and place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Now for the twist:
Use a fingertip to dip a small hole into the top of each cookie. You don't want to squish it, you just want to leave the smallest dent, to keep the topping from rolling out. Now drop a pinch of your ground up toffee or caramel into each fingerprint.
Bake for 10 minute or until just starting to turn golden.
Then, be a good girl and refrain from even licking a piece of dough, because you made these cookies for the sake of making them, and not so you could enjoy them with everyone else once they were done.
He's already grunting for more and he still has at least 2 bites left on that thing.
So today I got a hankerin' to make cookies. Not to eat cookies, to make them. Because I enjoy torturing myself like that.
Snickerdoodles With a Twist:
1 cup shortening
1 1/2 cups sugar plus 2 extra tbsp for later
2 eggs
2 1/5 cups flour
2 tsp cream of tartar
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp ground cinnamon
4 tbsp finely ground toffee bar (no chocolate) or caramel sprinkles
Preheat oven to 350 farenheit. Blend together the first 3 ingredients. Sift the flour, cream of tartar, soda and salt. Combine flour and egg mixtures. Stick the entire thing in the fridge until it's chilly throughout. Combine 2 tbsp sugar with the cinnamon. Form chilled dough into 1 inch balls, then roll in cinnamon-sugar and place on an ungreased cookie sheet.
Now for the twist:
Use a fingertip to dip a small hole into the top of each cookie. You don't want to squish it, you just want to leave the smallest dent, to keep the topping from rolling out. Now drop a pinch of your ground up toffee or caramel into each fingerprint.
Bake for 10 minute or until just starting to turn golden.
Then, be a good girl and refrain from even licking a piece of dough, because you made these cookies for the sake of making them, and not so you could enjoy them with everyone else once they were done.
He's already grunting for more and he still has at least 2 bites left on that thing.
Mariah
Mariah was super busy texting on her cell phone during my brother's wedding, so I had to give her a hard time about it. When I was in 8th grade, my parents laughed in my face when I asked for a cell phone. But now it seems everyone has one by the end of jr. high. Can you believe she's only in 8th grade?
I've known her since she was probably two years old.
She's a sassy goofball.
And now she's growing into a beautiful young woman.
I've known her since she was probably two years old.
She's a sassy goofball.
And now she's growing into a beautiful young woman.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
My Baby Brother Got Married
There wasn't really a photographer at the wedding, so I did my best and snapped as many as I could. Here are my favorites:
My brother Chris, the handsome groom.
His sweet new wife, Ashley. She looked gorgeous.
The princess of the party, and my new niece! Chris is the sweetest, most cute step-daddy ever. These women have captured him and he's head over heels two times over.
The flowers were so cheerful and bright!
It's all in the details.
My sister, Melanie, helping with flowers. Yes, this is how she normally looks, don't make fun of her, she's very sensitive about it.
Yum. (I did not partake thereof, unfortunately.)
Ashley and her Dad.
My sister, Megan. It's a complete pity how hideous she is.
My sister, Melanie, again. The only way she'll smile for a picture is if she doesn't know you're taking it.
Chris and my baby, Carter.
May you look back on today in fifty years and say, "this is when we loved each other the very least."
My brother is now truly and beautifully complete. I couldn't be any more elated that the three of you have found each other.
My brother Chris, the handsome groom.
His sweet new wife, Ashley. She looked gorgeous.
The princess of the party, and my new niece! Chris is the sweetest, most cute step-daddy ever. These women have captured him and he's head over heels two times over.
The flowers were so cheerful and bright!
It's all in the details.
My sister, Melanie, helping with flowers. Yes, this is how she normally looks, don't make fun of her, she's very sensitive about it.
Yum. (I did not partake thereof, unfortunately.)
Ashley and her Dad.
My sister, Megan. It's a complete pity how hideous she is.
My sister, Melanie, again. The only way she'll smile for a picture is if she doesn't know you're taking it.
Chris and my baby, Carter.
May you look back on today in fifty years and say, "this is when we loved each other the very least."
My brother is now truly and beautifully complete. I couldn't be any more elated that the three of you have found each other.
Monday, July 14, 2008
"Evil Sometimes Feels Good": a Summer re-run
Today's Summer re-run is (not) brought to you by the fastly-becoming-an-epic-trend Twilight Bracelet! I know I've said it before, but I embarrassingly admit to being a fan of Stephenie Meyers' cute, little vampire series. (Except I'm of the few who prefer Jacob to Edward). If you're a fan, check the site out and tell your own sick, eternal love story through a piece of jewelry. Cool idea! And if you're not a fan of the idiot Bella... well? Don't be hatin'!
***Update: I completely forgot! When shopping for your Twilight Bracelet, enter the code "Inksplasher" during checkout for a 10% discount!***
And now for the feature presentation:
Evil Sometimes Feels Good
There are three simple, unspoken, but widely understood rules to automatic carwash etiquette:
***Update: I completely forgot! When shopping for your Twilight Bracelet, enter the code "Inksplasher" during checkout for a 10% discount!***
And now for the feature presentation:
Evil Sometimes Feels Good
There are three simple, unspoken, but widely understood rules to automatic carwash etiquette:
- Any rules subject to standing in any line, be it grocery or otherwise, duly apply. This includes any decorum regarding butting, and the ever popular “I’m reading a magazine an aisle away but I’m clearly still in line, which I’m making apparent to you by establishing eye contact every 10 seconds, so don’t you dare take one step forward” act. (And yes, I have found these examples to take place while in line for the carwash - astonishing, I know.)
- When it’s your turn to enter the wash, wait for the person before you to finish their drying cycle before pulling forward. This prevents your undercarriage wash from re-soaking the car ahead of you. And please also be respectful if the neurotic in front of you feels it’s necessary to sit there for all 49 seconds allotted for the dryer.
Today was agitating and it’s entirely my fault. I slept not only through my alarm, but through 1.5 hours of my alarm, on volume 19 nonetheless (out of 20). So I skipped breakfast for time's sake. Then I skipped lunch because I was playing the “I’ll go in 10 minutes” game all afternoon. By
I pulled out of pump 6, aimed straight for the carwash entrance. Ahead of me at pump 2, is an ornery looking 40 something man with sprayed-on hair just getting back into his car. He starts his car, pedal fully down before the engine even has a chance to turn over, and slips neatly into the carwash line as I break (oh WHY did I break?) to avoid an incident. As if that’s not enough, Mr. Slickspray actually LOOKS for my reaction in his mirror.
U T T E R.....R A G E.....E N S U E S
I wave and smile the cheesiest smile I can muster. I won’t go into detail about how he had to enter his wash code three times before he got it right, (and I gave him a “thumbs up” out my window for it) or how, after getting his front wheel perfectly in that little ridge that starts the carwash, still backed up twice to reposition himself. I sat there and thought that it’s unfortunate we’re in cars and not in the grocery line where I could audibly clear my throat over and over while staring at the back of his crackled-paint bald spot and wishing I had the guts to huck my gum on it. No, we were sound-and-krusty-proof to each other. I’d have to get creative.
So, in lieu of common courtesy, I violated automatic carwash rule number three. And no, I didn’t
wait until the 45th second. In fact I didn’t wait until the first second. I simply pretended to be as ignorant as he was in the ways of the day-to-day carwash, and gosh, I got mixed up on which “Drive Forward” I was supposed to read. Apparently I read his Drive Forward sign instead of mine and rode his bumper all the way out the door. He did pause for about 3 seconds in the dryer but gave up after he realized my under-carriage wash was spewing mud and winter salt every which way.
and then…
my ultimate retribution…
a big shiny present with a billowing pink bow and it smelled like chocolate and peanut butter…
Mr. Slickspray waved the evil finger at me through his rear-view mirror.
And then I had French Toast for dinner to celebrate.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Summer Re-Runs
Thought I'd replay some episodes from S+F's "Best Of".... This episode made possible by the following:
Designs by Summer - Want a completely custom, fabulous blog design that no one else has?
(Except for that this isn't an advertising blog? So, I made that part up. This is a legitimate recommendation from me. I guess that makes me the advertiser, which makes this an advertising blog. But you won't be put off by that or anything, since I'm your friend and I'm just doing you a favor by giving you an awesome tip. Either way, Summer's Designs are to die for. Case in point. See? Come back for more excellent re-runs not-sponsored by other great not-advertisers!
And now for your feature presentation....
I never dared to open my mouth and tell you how wonderful a person you are. How, in my eyes, you could hold the moon and the stars if you wanted. How I admired your way of living as if you were hiding angel wings behind you everywhere you went. I never told you how I feel because sometimes a feeling means so much more than a mere word can describe. Sometimes saying something out loud or even writing it down on paper strips the greatness out until all you have is a collection of words, poetic at best.
Right now my memory of you is so clear. From playing "makeup" with you in your bathroom and watching you rat your hair to death, to the walk to town and back in Avenal, and then the most recent giggling about memories and discussing whatever came up. My memories range from watching you as a child to truly enjoying a deeper relationship with you as an adult.
It's funny how something so simple as a smell or a song can become a treasure. Thank God for the smell of banana oatmeal and the taste of those goldfish crackers - the kind you made dance in the air while you taught me how to sing that song about the fishes and the dam.
I find myself wondering lately what you're up to. Are you busy being a guardian angel to some little boy or girl? Are you held up in meetings about when to let it rain, when to shine? Or do you have a moment to peek down on me once in a while? Can you see me here in this very moment writing about you? Do you ever smile when I accomplish something great? Hold my hand when I'm overcome with sadness? Do you have a moment here and there to paint my sunset or blow me a kiss? If I concentrated long enough, would I be able to feel you here around me? Can I believe you're still here with us, breathing... watching... moving...?
I wonder if you've yet been enlightened to all this world's mysteries. If you now know all the answers - about life and religion - about which one is real, or if it even matters. I wonder if you've met my unborn children. Have you held them in your arms?
I'll choose to believe it's all true. That you can see us all, that you hug me back when my soul reaches out, that you can read these very words as I write them and feel the strength behind each one - the strength that would be there if they weren't merely words.
You were something. You're still something. An inspiration. One that makes a difference in every single day.
cher·ish (ch
r
sh) - To harbor in the mind deeply and resolutely.
Designs by Summer - Want a completely custom, fabulous blog design that no one else has?
(Except for that this isn't an advertising blog? So, I made that part up. This is a legitimate recommendation from me. I guess that makes me the advertiser, which makes this an advertising blog. But you won't be put off by that or anything, since I'm your friend and I'm just doing you a favor by giving you an awesome tip. Either way, Summer's Designs are to die for. Case in point. See? Come back for more excellent re-runs not-sponsored by other great not-advertisers!
And now for your feature presentation....
It's been a little while since I've seen you, but it feels like it's been forever because I know the distance is greater than it was before. Perhaps because even when I pretend otherwise, I know deep down I can't just come knocking on your door when I want to see your face.
I never dared to open my mouth and tell you how wonderful a person you are. How, in my eyes, you could hold the moon and the stars if you wanted. How I admired your way of living as if you were hiding angel wings behind you everywhere you went. I never told you how I feel because sometimes a feeling means so much more than a mere word can describe. Sometimes saying something out loud or even writing it down on paper strips the greatness out until all you have is a collection of words, poetic at best.
Right now my memory of you is so clear. From playing "makeup" with you in your bathroom and watching you rat your hair to death, to the walk to town and back in Avenal, and then the most recent giggling about memories and discussing whatever came up. My memories range from watching you as a child to truly enjoying a deeper relationship with you as an adult.
It's funny how something so simple as a smell or a song can become a treasure. Thank God for the smell of banana oatmeal and the taste of those goldfish crackers - the kind you made dance in the air while you taught me how to sing that song about the fishes and the dam.
I find myself wondering lately what you're up to. Are you busy being a guardian angel to some little boy or girl? Are you held up in meetings about when to let it rain, when to shine? Or do you have a moment to peek down on me once in a while? Can you see me here in this very moment writing about you? Do you ever smile when I accomplish something great? Hold my hand when I'm overcome with sadness? Do you have a moment here and there to paint my sunset or blow me a kiss? If I concentrated long enough, would I be able to feel you here around me? Can I believe you're still here with us, breathing... watching... moving...?
I wonder if you've yet been enlightened to all this world's mysteries. If you now know all the answers - about life and religion - about which one is real, or if it even matters. I wonder if you've met my unborn children. Have you held them in your arms?
I'll choose to believe it's all true. That you can see us all, that you hug me back when my soul reaches out, that you can read these very words as I write them and feel the strength behind each one - the strength that would be there if they weren't merely words.
You were something. You're still something. An inspiration. One that makes a difference in every single day.
cher·ish (ch
rsh) - To harbor in the mind deeply and resolutely.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
How rude of me
Dear Internet,
I'm very sorry for my absence as of late. Well, not super sorry. I'm more sorry that I didn't give you any forewarning, or provide any valid excuse. The truth is, I don't really have an excuse other than that I'm kind of sick of you. No, I'm not sick of you or you or you, you, you, you, you, omg you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, oh man...you, you, you, you, you - we'll always be soul sisters, you - we should meet in the RL, you, you, you, or even YOU.
I can't believe I just typed all those links in. Sad.
Know what's even more sad?
You totally just moused over every one of those links to make sure I included you, DIDN'T YOU?
Well anyway, the point isn't that I'm sick of all you lovelies. The point is that I just can't do everything. Something has to give. I wrote down all the stuff I do on a regular basis and drew a line with a big green crayon. And my blog is under the line. I'm not closing shop for good. I just need a break in order to ... you know, be a mom, grow my businesses, lose some weight, keep my house clean, basic stuff. Except for that I do it all exceptionally well. Compared to Britney Spears.
So? I guess this is it. I'm breaking up with you, Internet. But don't worry, I'll be the type of girlfriend to call you up every once in a while for a NCMO (non-committal make-out), and eventually I'll come crawling back to ask you back for good. Meantime, I'll still come visit you all, too!
p.s. - Visit my sister's blog. She just graduated High School and is p-r-t-y talented!
p.s.b.p. - If I missed you in all the "you, you, you and YOU" jumble above, please don't feel badly about yourself. I'm not sick of you either. The copy/paste was flying pretty quickly there and I'm pretty sure I missed a half dozen or so.
I'm very sorry for my absence as of late. Well, not super sorry. I'm more sorry that I didn't give you any forewarning, or provide any valid excuse. The truth is, I don't really have an excuse other than that I'm kind of sick of you. No, I'm not sick of you or you or you, you, you, you, you, omg you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, oh man...you, you, you, you, you - we'll always be soul sisters, you - we should meet in the RL, you, you, you, or even YOU.
I can't believe I just typed all those links in. Sad.
Know what's even more sad?
You totally just moused over every one of those links to make sure I included you, DIDN'T YOU?
Well anyway, the point isn't that I'm sick of all you lovelies. The point is that I just can't do everything. Something has to give. I wrote down all the stuff I do on a regular basis and drew a line with a big green crayon. And my blog is under the line. I'm not closing shop for good. I just need a break in order to ... you know, be a mom, grow my businesses, lose some weight, keep my house clean, basic stuff. Except for that I do it all exceptionally well. Compared to Britney Spears.
So? I guess this is it. I'm breaking up with you, Internet. But don't worry, I'll be the type of girlfriend to call you up every once in a while for a NCMO (non-committal make-out), and eventually I'll come crawling back to ask you back for good. Meantime, I'll still come visit you all, too!
p.s. - Visit my sister's blog. She just graduated High School and is p-r-t-y talented!
p.s.b.p. - If I missed you in all the "you, you, you and YOU" jumble above, please don't feel badly about yourself. I'm not sick of you either. The copy/paste was flying pretty quickly there and I'm pretty sure I missed a half dozen or so.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Totally, fer sure
We are really trying to deliver ourselves like a gazelle from the hunter's hand and get completely out of debt - cars and house. And it is like, SO super fun, dude. Yeah, because like just now there was this purse I saw online? And I was like, :OMFG I HAVE to have that purse right now!" And then I was like, "You know what's even awesomer than that perfect purse? Not.Having.Debt." And it was like, soooo FUN to just click on that little "X" in the top right corner instead of clicking that little "add to cart" button like I usually do.
I mean like, SO fun.
So fun in fact, that now I want to go do another thing that is on the exact same level of fun, and that is shave my tongue with my Venus razor. Anyone want to join me?
I mean like, SO fun.
So fun in fact, that now I want to go do another thing that is on the exact same level of fun, and that is shave my tongue with my Venus razor. Anyone want to join me?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
My curls could take them or leave them.
Here is the product I talked about the other day. Buying it seemed like such a great idea at the time. I have naturally curly hair, which often gets quite a bit of frizz, especially when it's over dried. Enter Curls Like Us, the product that claims to be made of a "special patent pending fabric" that wicks away just the right amount of moisture pre-blowdry, resulting in silky, bouncy, shiny curls and no frizz whatsoever.
Sounds fabulous right? I was sold. And then my Curls Like Us Curl Cloth arrived. I opened the box to find a foot of jersey cotton sewn up into a loop and surged on the end with colorful thread. Hm. Coulda made this for 2 bucks. Well, let's not get too upset until we try it, mkay? So I did. I followed the directions exactly. And I didn't notice one single difference between blotting my curls with a regular towel before blow drying and blotting it with jersey cotton. In fact, I tried it several times, and it takes me approximately 3 times longer with the Curl Cloth as opposed to a regular towel to get my hair to look exactly the same as usual. Oh well, who could even use an extra thirty bucks including shipping, anyway? Not I. Except yeah, I KIND OF COULD.
To be fair (and because I realize I may not represent 100% of the curled community), I searched far and wide for some positive reviews to link here. Here are the two I could find, although I can't tell if they were "sponsored" reviews or not:
Positive review
Positive review
I know this post applies to about 4% of my readers, and I promise to never do a product review again. Ever. Unless I become compelled to do so. But I probably won't.
And, I hope you haven't noticed, but I confess I'm feeling a little disenchanted with the internetz lately. I dunno, I'm just not feelin the love much. Perhaps it's just chronic writer's block or maybe reversed seasonal depression. Like now that the sun's out I've got the blahs? Maybe I'm committing bloggy suicide by admitting all this. Kinda like when Tom Cruise jumped on Oprah's couch, except not really like that at all.
Sounds fabulous right? I was sold. And then my Curls Like Us Curl Cloth arrived. I opened the box to find a foot of jersey cotton sewn up into a loop and surged on the end with colorful thread. Hm. Coulda made this for 2 bucks. Well, let's not get too upset until we try it, mkay? So I did. I followed the directions exactly. And I didn't notice one single difference between blotting my curls with a regular towel before blow drying and blotting it with jersey cotton. In fact, I tried it several times, and it takes me approximately 3 times longer with the Curl Cloth as opposed to a regular towel to get my hair to look exactly the same as usual. Oh well, who could even use an extra thirty bucks including shipping, anyway? Not I. Except yeah, I KIND OF COULD.To be fair (and because I realize I may not represent 100% of the curled community), I searched far and wide for some positive reviews to link here. Here are the two I could find, although I can't tell if they were "sponsored" reviews or not:
Positive review
Positive review
I know this post applies to about 4% of my readers, and I promise to never do a product review again. Ever. Unless I become compelled to do so. But I probably won't.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Mother's Day and money.
Carter wanted to make me a homemade Mother's Day gift all by himself. Can you believe that? At only 13 months of age! He gave me a hug and then put his gift all over my shoulder, and down the front and back of my shirt. And then he gave that gift to me several times throughout the day resulting in 3 showers for me and 4 baths for him. Despite it all, it was a great Mother's Day.
This weekend we have tickets to a financial seminar by Dave Ramsey. We took his Financial Peace course several years ago and have had nothing but peaceful feelings when it comes to money ever since. No, but really, we like his advice and use a quite a few of his budgeting methods. I've always thought it a little peculiar, though, that some people make an extremely comfortable living teaching others how to make a comfortable living... or at least hold onto the living they're currently making. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sour on it one bit. It's a valuable service and learning to manage your own money is an important thing. But I couldn't help the sarcasm after reading a reminder email that just arrived about the seminar this weekend (which starts at 1:00pm). They say doors will open at 11:00am. Why so early? Probably so we can spend all our emergency fund on Dave Ramsey T-shirts and CDs and stuff - which, doesn't that kind of defeat the entire point anyway? Along with the option for VIP tickets you can get for $150 extra, which include "Lunch with Dave" and free refreshments during the seminar. Wouldn't DAVE, by his very nature, recommend we go with the cheapest tickets available? I'm secretly hoping he'll scold those in the VIP rows for spending way too much on his tickets when they could have gone the discount route and put the rest in a high-interest savings account. But then, he WANTED them to buy the expensive tickets, no? What a quandary.
And speaking of quandaries, based on all your comments on this post, I've decided to talk about the product I purchased that would have been a little overpriced even if it worked magically. But then it didn't work at all. And not because of manufacturer's defect, either. Just because it's plain dumb. But just to be fair, I'm going to spend some time looking for positive reviews on the product as well. If I find good reviews, maybe that means I just have really bad taste and am apparently not with it. At ALL. And if only bad reviews exist, well, then, more fuel to the fire, baby.
Lovies!
This weekend we have tickets to a financial seminar by Dave Ramsey. We took his Financial Peace course several years ago and have had nothing but peaceful feelings when it comes to money ever since. No, but really, we like his advice and use a quite a few of his budgeting methods. I've always thought it a little peculiar, though, that some people make an extremely comfortable living teaching others how to make a comfortable living... or at least hold onto the living they're currently making. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sour on it one bit. It's a valuable service and learning to manage your own money is an important thing. But I couldn't help the sarcasm after reading a reminder email that just arrived about the seminar this weekend (which starts at 1:00pm). They say doors will open at 11:00am. Why so early? Probably so we can spend all our emergency fund on Dave Ramsey T-shirts and CDs and stuff - which, doesn't that kind of defeat the entire point anyway? Along with the option for VIP tickets you can get for $150 extra, which include "Lunch with Dave" and free refreshments during the seminar. Wouldn't DAVE, by his very nature, recommend we go with the cheapest tickets available? I'm secretly hoping he'll scold those in the VIP rows for spending way too much on his tickets when they could have gone the discount route and put the rest in a high-interest savings account. But then, he WANTED them to buy the expensive tickets, no? What a quandary.
And speaking of quandaries, based on all your comments on this post, I've decided to talk about the product I purchased that would have been a little overpriced even if it worked magically. But then it didn't work at all. And not because of manufacturer's defect, either. Just because it's plain dumb. But just to be fair, I'm going to spend some time looking for positive reviews on the product as well. If I find good reviews, maybe that means I just have really bad taste and am apparently not with it. At ALL. And if only bad reviews exist, well, then, more fuel to the fire, baby.
Lovies!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Scattered
I've been swamped the last week! With what, I can't really quantify, but life just feels really busy right now and the laundry, my unplucked eyebrows and this blog are starting to show for it. I'm still feeling really scattered but I do have some very important things to say:
1. It seems nowadays that more women have hormonal problems than not. And by "hormonal problems" I don't mean being neurotically touchy & pugnacious (well, not necessarily, although I know these two are often related), but really having some sort of imbalance that causes health grief. I came to this realization today after hearing these words come out of my mouth during a conversation with a friend:
Yes, in spite of all that, I enjoy myself some Stephenie Meyer. And today her first stab at sci-fi came out. My mother will be so proud that I'm giving the genre a try.
3. Scruples question for all of you: Say you recently bought a so-claimed "patent pending" product for $30 from a brand new, woman-owned company. The product seems so innovative and fun, providing a solution to a problem you've had (and you know many others have, too) your entire life. And then the product arrives and immediately upon opening it, you think, "Oh. That's it? I could have made this for 2 dollars using very common materials." But before getting too upset about it, you decide to try the product out, thinking there must be some hidden secret locked inside its fibers. And it does nothing. Absolutely nothing. Do you blog about it to warn others? I mean, where is your loyalty: with your friends and blog readers, or with this fellow woman entrepreneur who is trying to launch a new business?
1. It seems nowadays that more women have hormonal problems than not. And by "hormonal problems" I don't mean being neurotically touchy & pugnacious (well, not necessarily, although I know these two are often related), but really having some sort of imbalance that causes health grief. I came to this realization today after hearing these words come out of my mouth during a conversation with a friend:
"What?! You have a period every single month? And it only lasts 5 days? pfff! (freak.)"2. I hereby confess to reading and enjoying the Twilight series, in spite of the fact that Bella is a BLINKING IDIOT and Edward is a CONTROL FREAKED STALKER and that the series sends a clear message to all 17 year old girls who are in love (and clearly, if your knees buckle when you make out with your boyfriend, you are, in FACT, in love): Don't think twice about leaving your entire life behind and changing every single little thing about yourself in order to be with "the bad boy". It makes perfect sense, of course, because of your deep, undying love for him. (Even though he's permanently incapable of doing the same for you.)
Yes, in spite of all that, I enjoy myself some Stephenie Meyer. And today her first stab at sci-fi came out. My mother will be so proud that I'm giving the genre a try.
3. Scruples question for all of you: Say you recently bought a so-claimed "patent pending" product for $30 from a brand new, woman-owned company. The product seems so innovative and fun, providing a solution to a problem you've had (and you know many others have, too) your entire life. And then the product arrives and immediately upon opening it, you think, "Oh. That's it? I could have made this for 2 dollars using very common materials." But before getting too upset about it, you decide to try the product out, thinking there must be some hidden secret locked inside its fibers. And it does nothing. Absolutely nothing. Do you blog about it to warn others? I mean, where is your loyalty: with your friends and blog readers, or with this fellow woman entrepreneur who is trying to launch a new business?
Saturday, May 03, 2008
"Kicking Off Year Seven" ... a camera phone tale
At grandma's house: bye, baby. [sniff]
Dinner: (Everytime I pass this place on the freeway, I have to do a double take on their sign because I almost always see "La Vagina" when I look at it.)
Me: lemon cookie + whole milk. Steve: one of these darlings + 2%.
Can't believe we got out of there this time without a new gadget, for I am the "gadget slut" of the universe.
Really surprised at how good this was, and how SMOKIN that RD Jr. is.
Day 2: Woke up, took this picture, rolled over and closed my eyes again. Until TEN THIRTY! Livin' on the edge!
Lunch.
Steve's brother on the phone to 
Sunglasses: "Any pair you want" Only a few can know what this means for me. Sunglasses to me are like shoes and purses for most shopaholic women. (Unfortunately, so are shoes and purses.)
Hilarious. And horrible. But hilarious.
Reunion in super hot sunglasses.A perfect weekend to kick off our seventh year of happy, squishy, cheesy, sunshiny love together.
Still feeling a little guilty about this one, though. Back on the diet starting tomorrow!
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