Just another example of my nerdiness:
Paul hands Kristin a wedding invitation that arrived in the mail. Kristin grabs it excitedly, taking in the typed name and address on the front. She exclaims, "Oooo, Scriptina! That's my favorite fancy font." Paul laughs at Kristin's proclamation and scoffs at her assertion that she can recognize a slew of fonts. Paul then holds up another envelope that came in mail, "Okay, fine then. What's this one?" Kristin eyes it briefly, pauses for a moment, and says, assuredly, "Broadway."
Later that night Kristin proceeds to engage Paul in a rather passionate conversation about dashes and semi-colons.
What can I say? I love words.
July 29, 2008
July 28, 2008
{fish sticks}
Paul and I passed by the Big Boy (yes, the Big Boy) restaurant the other day and he commented that we still hadn’t been to one together. Lovers of all things junk food, it was surprising we hadn't been there yet. Then I commented that, actually, I hadn't been to a Big Boy in 20 years, since they closed the one in Orange County that long ago. Which led to a big reminiscing session about my eating habits as a child. Eating out is one of my favorite activities now, but Little Kristin didn't really enjoy the task, except when we went out for breakfast (french toast and hot chocolate with whip cream...yum!) or to get hot fudge sundaes. In fact, the odd-ball child that I was, the only thing I really liked to eat at restaurants--Coco's in particular and fast food excluded--were fish sticks with tartar sauce. No I didn't go for normal kid-friendly foods like chicken fingers, pizza, hot dogs or macaroni and cheese (I hated those things, in fact), no, I went for deep-fried seafood. Which is ironic because I hate seafood. Just kind of funny to remember (but not that surprising for Paul to learn, considering how familiar he is with all my “food rules”). For the record, pizza, hot dogs and chicken fingers are some of my favorite food nowadays. But I still enjoy a good plate of fish and chips, too, along with all sorts of fatty fried goodness....mmm...
July 23, 2008
{PSA: best underwear ever!}
Warning: This post contains “girl talk” and men should avert their eyes.
I’m pretty sure this post borders on the side of too much information, but I feel it is my civic duty to report the facts. To start, let me state for the record that I am not and never have been a fan of thong panties. I have never understand how anyone could stand having a thin strip of cloth up their bum all day long. I understand that it saves people from embarrassing panty lines, but I just don’t buy that claim the thongs are comfortable. Needless to say, I have been on the eternal search for the perfect pair of underwear—a girl short that is thin enough to remain hidden under clothes. A pair that doesn’t ride up and down and all around town. A low-ride bikini that’s both practical and pretty. Yeah, it’s been a long search.
Until now.
A recent trip to GapBody found me face-to-face with the holy grail of underwear: the ultra low lacy dotted girl short. Unlike other undies from the Gap (and elsewhere) the thin lacy trim doesn’t reveal panty lines, plus—and this is the best part—they don’t ride up. Not ever. They look too small to cover even the firmest, tiniest of behinds, but they stay put all day long no matter what you do. The mesh-like lace is deceptively soft and smooth against the skin. And the adorable dot (in eight feminine hues) makes this pair pretty to boot.
I’m pretty sure this post borders on the side of too much information, but I feel it is my civic duty to report the facts. To start, let me state for the record that I am not and never have been a fan of thong panties. I have never understand how anyone could stand having a thin strip of cloth up their bum all day long. I understand that it saves people from embarrassing panty lines, but I just don’t buy that claim the thongs are comfortable. Needless to say, I have been on the eternal search for the perfect pair of underwear—a girl short that is thin enough to remain hidden under clothes. A pair that doesn’t ride up and down and all around town. A low-ride bikini that’s both practical and pretty. Yeah, it’s been a long search.
Until now.
A recent trip to GapBody found me face-to-face with the holy grail of underwear: the ultra low lacy dotted girl short. Unlike other undies from the Gap (and elsewhere) the thin lacy trim doesn’t reveal panty lines, plus—and this is the best part—they don’t ride up. Not ever. They look too small to cover even the firmest, tiniest of behinds, but they stay put all day long no matter what you do. The mesh-like lace is deceptively soft and smooth against the skin. And the adorable dot (in eight feminine hues) makes this pair pretty to boot.
So, go--GO!--right now to GapBody to buy yourself many, many pairs. (And quick…they’re on sale at gap.com right now!)
July 18, 2008
{oops}
In the midst of chatting with officemates, flipping through magazines, sharing my wedding album, learning to knit, catching up on blogs, finding my dream kitchen, filing my nails, making scrapbook pages, and visiting the vending machines. . .I forgot to get any work done.
Oh well. Monday is another week.
Have a great weekend everyone!
xxxx
Oh well. Monday is another week.
Have a great weekend everyone!
xxxx
July 14, 2008
{masquerading as parents}
We spent the weekend practicing to be parents with our one niece-and-nephew set. (No one get any ideas...we promised the kids a "fun day" as a Christmas present and had to hold up our end of the bargain. But we couldn't ignore the fact that we are actually old enough to be A and E's parents and it kind of gave us a glimpse into what parenthood would be like) A and E came over Friday night and we happily dropped them off at their parents' on Saturday. Okay, not that happily. It was a really fun time and A and E are super fun, sweet kids and totally adorable. I love that they are homebodies, perfectly content to watch TV, play fort, and visit barbie.com. [Our most favorite quote of the weekend was E (who is barely six) saying she wasn't all that into princesses and royalty. When we asked what she was into she replied, "Greek mythology."] By the close of Saturday, Paul and I were seriously exhausted, although we were exhausted before the weekend even started so it wasn't entirely A and E's fault. I spent many a moment thinking that I am not the sort made for motherhood. I also spent much of Saturday behind the camera, snapping way too many photos and making everyone stop every five minutes to pose--these were the moments where I thought perhaps I am cut out to be a mom. Here are some of the photos from the weekend.
Atop the Carew Tower, the tallest building in Cincinnati; pretty awesome view.
Waiting for the pool to open; I love E's face!
The only photo with me in it:
Smiles after swimming in the wading pool downtown.
E doing her impression of a fountain.
Atop the Carew Tower, the tallest building in Cincinnati; pretty awesome view.
Waiting for the pool to open; I love E's face!
The only photo with me in it:
Smiles after swimming in the wading pool downtown.
E doing her impression of a fountain.
July 11, 2008
{california dreamin'}
Made this for work (of course) and thought it would be appropriate to share here:
July 1, 2008
{how to flip a mattress in 10 easy steps}
Paul and I bought this awesome mattress at the Original Mattress Factory last summer. The Mattress Factory diligently emails us every three months to remind us to flip our mattress (Sidenote: the Mattress Factory does not sell one-sided (i.e., unflippable) mattresses because, as they put, with a two-sided mattress you really get double the mattress life.) Every three month we diligently begin the ordeal that is flipping our king-size mattress.
I stop here to ask: Has anyone actually tried flipping their awesome king-size mattress? I’d be curious to hear about it. Not something the faint of heart should take part in. That thing is heavy!! My weakling arms can barely lift up the one corner I’m supposed to hold for Paul.
But anyway, here’s how the process goes should you want to try it: First, you must conduct careful preparation for the task. (1) Strip the bed sheets and the mattress pad. Then quickly decide if you’re going to wash the mattress pad while you have it off the bed. (The answer is usually no.) (2) Next comes the logistical analysis. Which way are you going to flip the mattress? Side to side? Front to back? And after deciding which way it will be flipped, how will you actually flip it? (3) Remove various valuables from the surrounding area (you will thank me later!) especially wall hangings, candle holders, and lamps. (4) Now you can begin the actual flipping process. First, pull the mattress by the handles and begin sliding it off the box spring. Stop. Switch sides with your partner. (5) Push up the mattress so it leans precariously against the window. Cringe as your curtains are nearly torn down. Cry out as the wall sconces almost meet their demise. Then switch sides again. (6) Bend your stiff body way down and attempt to pick up the bottom corners of the mattress. Cringe. Stop. Think, “Darn you, Ultra-Plush!” Tell yourself you’re too weak for this job. Switch sides. Have your partner lift his corner onto the box spring. Switch sides. Have him lift the other side. (7) Now your mattress should be about two feet onto the box spring. Begin pushing the mattress onto the box spring. Watch as instead the bedframe, with wheels on a hard wood floor, slides across the room crashing into the opposite wall. Think, “Oh well, at least we don’t have to deal with the sliding anymore.” Lift up another corner. Wonder how sore your back will be in the morning. Argue a little. Switch sides. (8) Repeat step 7 until you find the mattress in place. (9) Push the bedframe back into position. Then replace all the items that have been removed. (10) Pray that the next three months go by really slowly.
I stop here to ask: Has anyone actually tried flipping their awesome king-size mattress? I’d be curious to hear about it. Not something the faint of heart should take part in. That thing is heavy!! My weakling arms can barely lift up the one corner I’m supposed to hold for Paul.
But anyway, here’s how the process goes should you want to try it: First, you must conduct careful preparation for the task. (1) Strip the bed sheets and the mattress pad. Then quickly decide if you’re going to wash the mattress pad while you have it off the bed. (The answer is usually no.) (2) Next comes the logistical analysis. Which way are you going to flip the mattress? Side to side? Front to back? And after deciding which way it will be flipped, how will you actually flip it? (3) Remove various valuables from the surrounding area (you will thank me later!) especially wall hangings, candle holders, and lamps. (4) Now you can begin the actual flipping process. First, pull the mattress by the handles and begin sliding it off the box spring. Stop. Switch sides with your partner. (5) Push up the mattress so it leans precariously against the window. Cringe as your curtains are nearly torn down. Cry out as the wall sconces almost meet their demise. Then switch sides again. (6) Bend your stiff body way down and attempt to pick up the bottom corners of the mattress. Cringe. Stop. Think, “Darn you, Ultra-Plush!” Tell yourself you’re too weak for this job. Switch sides. Have your partner lift his corner onto the box spring. Switch sides. Have him lift the other side. (7) Now your mattress should be about two feet onto the box spring. Begin pushing the mattress onto the box spring. Watch as instead the bedframe, with wheels on a hard wood floor, slides across the room crashing into the opposite wall. Think, “Oh well, at least we don’t have to deal with the sliding anymore.” Lift up another corner. Wonder how sore your back will be in the morning. Argue a little. Switch sides. (8) Repeat step 7 until you find the mattress in place. (9) Push the bedframe back into position. Then replace all the items that have been removed. (10) Pray that the next three months go by really slowly.
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