Text from Youngest who is, once again, participating in the Summer Band program and is at rehearsal:
Jun 28, 2011 7:53 PM
...this is effin magical!
goings on, in photos
We had a special meeting at work. It was fascinating. And there was free pizza.
Didn't you want to see the bodega where I buy my candles?
K made me a clothesline. I am very happy.
Unsalted chips? Crazy.
We got new copiers at work last week and I wrote a post about it for the company blog. That would be our very pretty Art Director snuggling up to a new color copier/printer.
Middle has turned on our swag.
My favorite way to spend a weekend morning.
This = This
We are proud.
We have ants.
We have tried: spray, baking soda, lavender, more spray, ant traps, borax. Any ideas?
Magnum vs Haagen Dazs vs Dove. Which is the better bar? Well, we are experimenting.
Oldest says the best chocolate is on the Magnum but the best ice cream is Haagen Dazs.
Piperlime sends me daily emails. This, they say, should be my summer outfit. I have to tell you, even when I was young enough to wear this as an outfit, I never wore anything like this.
following B
Ketchikan to Pt. Higgins - 10
Pt. Higgins crossing to Caamano pt. - 11.5
Caamano to Niblack pt. - 7
Niblack pt. to Three islands - 11.5
Three islands to Emerald Bay (stopping in Meyers Chuck) -21
Emerald Bay to Change Island - 9
Change Island to Found Island - 12
Found island to Nemo pt. - 18
Nemo Pt to Wrangell - 13
Wrangell to Coney Island - 22
Coney island to Petersburg - 13.5
Petersburg to Dry bay - 19
Dry Bay to Cape Fanshaw - 22.5
Cape Fanshaw to Church Pt (?) - 28
Church Pt. to Mole Harbor (?) - 25.5
Mole Harbor to Windfall Island (?) - 19
Windfall island to Oliver Inlet (?) - 17
Oliver Inlet to Juneau Alaska - 21
Juneau Alaska to Auke Bay - 15
Auke Bay to Circle Island -16
Circle island to Point Bridget - 12
Pt. Bridget to Pt Sherman - 13
Pt. Sherman to Eldrid rock - 13
Eldrid Rock to Haines Alaska - 24
Haines Alaska to Skagway Alaska - 16
The route, if you're interested.
My string of choice:
His twitter feed, should you feel so inclined. (I love that he treated someone with chest pain on the ferry and got free lunch.)
The prayer flags.
We receive SPOT Tracker email pings daily to monitor his progress.
the internet is a vast and open space
But you knew that.
I've been. I'm a big fan.
I am enjoying Refinery 29 of late.
The Foundary continues to inspire me (you need to sign up to see the deals).
Middle likes him some LV. Toast. But not really.
In a repeat performance, I will bring this to MFAOA's.
I've fallen in lurve with Tools Of Attraction on Nerve.
Photo From My Phone post to come.
I've been. I'm a big fan.
I am enjoying Refinery 29 of late.
The Foundary continues to inspire me (you need to sign up to see the deals).
Middle likes him some LV. Toast. But not really.
In a repeat performance, I will bring this to MFAOA's.
I've fallen in lurve with Tools Of Attraction on Nerve.
Photo From My Phone post to come.
open questions
Respond if you like.
1. American candy bars vs. UK candy bars, state your preference. How could so many of us hold Cadbury chocolate so dear whilst crowds of English people seek out Hershey's which, frankly, is brown wax, IMO.
2. Do you believe The Manolo is a man? I've actually had one-on-one email conversations with him in which he asserts he is and I'm still not sure I believe it. Doesn't matter. I luff him.
3. Several (okay, a couple) of blog friends have been dealing with the frightening truth of how much crappe most of us have. I've realized, of late, that we don't need any new crappe - though we could replace some old crappe with better functioning crappe (like a new tv). Where do you stand?
4. Could I live with only four tee shirts?
5. Interested in where brother B is? Latitude: 50.43982 Longitude:-126.01434
If I remember correctly, he comes "off water" on my birthday.
1. American candy bars vs. UK candy bars, state your preference. How could so many of us hold Cadbury chocolate so dear whilst crowds of English people seek out Hershey's which, frankly, is brown wax, IMO.
2. Do you believe The Manolo is a man? I've actually had one-on-one email conversations with him in which he asserts he is and I'm still not sure I believe it. Doesn't matter. I luff him.
3. Several (okay, a couple) of blog friends have been dealing with the frightening truth of how much crappe most of us have. I've realized, of late, that we don't need any new crappe - though we could replace some old crappe with better functioning crappe (like a new tv). Where do you stand?
4. Could I live with only four tee shirts?
5. Interested in where brother B is? Latitude: 50.43982 Longitude:-126.01434
If I remember correctly, he comes "off water" on my birthday.
sometimes we talk about beer
The scene: bb is upstairs, Middle is downstairs. Laptops are open
Middle: thank god they got rid of that QUuuEUUURRrrss light narrator haha
bb: I'll see you and raise you...
bb: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/additional-improvements-to-the-coors-light-cold-activated-beer-can
Middle: haha
bb: of course it can't, it's a Corona
and where, you may or may not wonder, is my outdoor adventurer brother?
He's on his way to paddle for a few weeks in Alaska.
He's driving cross-country with his sea-kayak on the roof, camping along the way.
He blogged the entire prep process for the trip. Months of food weighing and space planning and chart and map and weather work. There were, originally, to be 20 or 25 people traveling with him. They've all backed out. Fortunately (though he doesn't mind traveling alone) a former colleague decided, at the last minute, to join him in Alaska and do the expedition with him. His wife will meet him when he comes in off the water and they'll drive home together.
A great relief to those of us in his family.
I have complete confidence in his skills (he has great experience) but can't help but think on him as he goes. He has prepared for every eventuality and will be sending pings when he hits the water, to track his location. I've explained all this to my mom who will fret for the next month and a half. I had answers for each of her fears save one.
What if a bear eats the ping-er?
We are flying our Tibetan prayer flags.
Today is his birthday.
He's driving cross-country with his sea-kayak on the roof, camping along the way.
He blogged the entire prep process for the trip. Months of food weighing and space planning and chart and map and weather work. There were, originally, to be 20 or 25 people traveling with him. They've all backed out. Fortunately (though he doesn't mind traveling alone) a former colleague decided, at the last minute, to join him in Alaska and do the expedition with him. His wife will meet him when he comes in off the water and they'll drive home together.
A great relief to those of us in his family.
I have complete confidence in his skills (he has great experience) but can't help but think on him as he goes. He has prepared for every eventuality and will be sending pings when he hits the water, to track his location. I've explained all this to my mom who will fret for the next month and a half. I had answers for each of her fears save one.
What if a bear eats the ping-er?
We are flying our Tibetan prayer flags.
Today is his birthday.
weekend wrap up
What did I do this weekend?
Thrift shopped with mom.
Attended a wedding party.
Lazed on the beach.
Had two fabulous dinners.
Pictures? Why, yes.
I'm always kind of happy to see my feet after so many months.
My pal at Chanel sent me some beautiful nail polishes. This is Black Pearl.
There's my mom in the most massive thrift shop I've ever seen.
Huge doesn't begin to describe it. Huge, well-lit, clean, astoundingly well organized is getting close.
What did I buy/spend?
Four dresses and a top. $25.00.
Nope, I can't believe it either.
Here's something else I can't quite believe...
this is the packaging that some hair clips came in.
It's a "pleasure to be a woman?" Really, hair clip company? Why not something like: hey! here are some funky, cheap little hair clips which you will undoubtedly leave in all the pockets of all your clothing within the first week you own them?
Another interesting tag. Apparently, ce vétement must not be exposed to direct sunlight. Like a vampire, I guess. But a dress.
Nice weather for a scooter ride or a morning at the beach...
We had our first annual Summer Dip last night.
Tea anyone?
Thrift shopped with mom.
Attended a wedding party.
Lazed on the beach.
Had two fabulous dinners.
Pictures? Why, yes.
I'm always kind of happy to see my feet after so many months.
My pal at Chanel sent me some beautiful nail polishes. This is Black Pearl.
There's my mom in the most massive thrift shop I've ever seen.
Huge doesn't begin to describe it. Huge, well-lit, clean, astoundingly well organized is getting close.
What did I buy/spend?
Four dresses and a top. $25.00.
Nope, I can't believe it either.
Here's something else I can't quite believe...
this is the packaging that some hair clips came in.
It's a "pleasure to be a woman?" Really, hair clip company? Why not something like: hey! here are some funky, cheap little hair clips which you will undoubtedly leave in all the pockets of all your clothing within the first week you own them?
Another interesting tag. Apparently, ce vétement must not be exposed to direct sunlight. Like a vampire, I guess. But a dress.
Nice weather for a scooter ride or a morning at the beach...
We had our first annual Summer Dip last night.
Tea anyone?
on hats
The scene: bb has just cleaned the kitchen whilst listening to the radio. Middle is reading a book, Youngest has just come from playing Dead Space 2.
bb: I've just heard that the army is discontinuing the beret!
Middle: ...
Youngest: But what about...
bb: I know! The Army Rangers! What kind of hat would they wear?
Middle: And the Green Berets, which are, like, the most kick-ass division of the army.
bb: What would they even call the Green Berets if they aren't wearing berets?
Middle: I think they'd still call them the Green Berets. I mean, I love that they still call the Cavalry the Cavalry even though they don't have horses anymore.
Youngest: Yeah! Like the Navy Seals. They don't have seals anymore.
Middle and bb: ...
bb: I've just heard that the army is discontinuing the beret!
Middle: ...
Youngest: But what about...
bb: I know! The Army Rangers! What kind of hat would they wear?
Middle: And the Green Berets, which are, like, the most kick-ass division of the army.
bb: What would they even call the Green Berets if they aren't wearing berets?
Middle: I think they'd still call them the Green Berets. I mean, I love that they still call the Cavalry the Cavalry even though they don't have horses anymore.
Youngest: Yeah! Like the Navy Seals. They don't have seals anymore.
Middle and bb: ...
it's nearly Friday
It's much quieter in my office this week - and at home too.
None of the cars have been hit, K is doing a few 20-hour days downtown, and Youngest only goes in for his exams. At work there are no surprise parties and we are winding our way into summer with people away and no big plans.
I'm still struggling with my hair (and my health) but I think I'm making headway in both areas.
Yesterday, though, one of my beloved sons told me I looked like
a flight attendant, and it wasn't my outfit, it was my hair.
I looked at myself upon arriving at the office and though I looked more like
Paula Deen. Bless her heart. I could never really look like her as I am not so smiley. In fact, I was looking at some pictures that K uploaded from Holland and he's right (as usual, dear) when he says I smirk a lot. Smirky.
I would like to have my hair more like
Reese Witherspoon, but shorter. Just below chin length. And gray. Surely I will become impatient and bored before it can get that long.
Changing the subject: I had forgotten all about This is Indexed.
Brilliant.
That's it for now.
None of the cars have been hit, K is doing a few 20-hour days downtown, and Youngest only goes in for his exams. At work there are no surprise parties and we are winding our way into summer with people away and no big plans.
I'm still struggling with my hair (and my health) but I think I'm making headway in both areas.
Yesterday, though, one of my beloved sons told me I looked like
a flight attendant, and it wasn't my outfit, it was my hair.
I looked at myself upon arriving at the office and though I looked more like
Paula Deen. Bless her heart. I could never really look like her as I am not so smiley. In fact, I was looking at some pictures that K uploaded from Holland and he's right (as usual, dear) when he says I smirk a lot. Smirky.
I would like to have my hair more like
Reese Witherspoon, but shorter. Just below chin length. And gray. Surely I will become impatient and bored before it can get that long.
Changing the subject: I had forgotten all about This is Indexed.
Brilliant.
That's it for now.
videos from one and all
I guess I'm all about the visual this week, eh?
From K -
From Oldest -
From Middle -
From Youngest -
From K -
From Oldest -
From Middle -
From Youngest -
pictures for Monday too
We watched Hollywood Ending the other night. It was okay.
The punch-line of the movie was great.
Watching some Woody Allen is like comfort food: even if it isn't all that good it kind of feels like home. At least that's the way it is for me.
My dad always called Annie Hall The Movie With The Lobsters.
K's shoes post bike ride.
K does five or ten mile bike rides all summer to stay fit. He also does sit-ups. I'm a lucky girl.
He knows all kinds of sailor knots too.
It's just one of the many things about him that turns me on.
These are my new party shoes. I may re-label them Shoes Of Death as I am still feeling their effects days later. (I have a bit of a cankle in this photo, don't I? Strange as I do not have cankles IRL.)
They are tall, you see and though they have a platform they are still a little rough on the feet. I was doing okay the first couple of hours I wore them and then a friend at work was very kind and gave me a set of those gel cushions that fit under the ball of the foot. What I didn't realize was, the cushion raised the ball of my right foot, pressing my instep against the strap until my toes were numb.
They are still a little numb. I have a sexy sandal injury!
How gorgeous is this sleeve?
The woman who sits across the hall from me (two days a week) has the most wonderful clothes. She doesn't shop often but only buys the very best things. (We should each take a hint from that - though her budget is very different than mine.) This blouse is from Calypso and was tied just so when she bought it. She's got great flair. You should see her boots.
I went to an evening event last week in the very same room where my cousin's wedding party was. I have such nice memories of that evening.
This shoe is Christian Louboutin's Salsborg 120, but I think it should be called Poppy.
Oh, Poppy... I miss you.
The punch-line of the movie was great.
Watching some Woody Allen is like comfort food: even if it isn't all that good it kind of feels like home. At least that's the way it is for me.
My dad always called Annie Hall The Movie With The Lobsters.
K's shoes post bike ride.
K does five or ten mile bike rides all summer to stay fit. He also does sit-ups. I'm a lucky girl.
He knows all kinds of sailor knots too.
It's just one of the many things about him that turns me on.
These are my new party shoes. I may re-label them Shoes Of Death as I am still feeling their effects days later. (I have a bit of a cankle in this photo, don't I? Strange as I do not have cankles IRL.)
They are tall, you see and though they have a platform they are still a little rough on the feet. I was doing okay the first couple of hours I wore them and then a friend at work was very kind and gave me a set of those gel cushions that fit under the ball of the foot. What I didn't realize was, the cushion raised the ball of my right foot, pressing my instep against the strap until my toes were numb.
They are still a little numb. I have a sexy sandal injury!
How gorgeous is this sleeve?
The woman who sits across the hall from me (two days a week) has the most wonderful clothes. She doesn't shop often but only buys the very best things. (We should each take a hint from that - though her budget is very different than mine.) This blouse is from Calypso and was tied just so when she bought it. She's got great flair. You should see her boots.
I went to an evening event last week in the very same room where my cousin's wedding party was. I have such nice memories of that evening.
This shoe is Christian Louboutin's Salsborg 120, but I think it should be called Poppy.
Oh, Poppy... I miss you.
some pictures on Sunday evening
Every once in a while I like to dump some photos off my phone and onto my desktop.
Sometimes I've forgotten what I've shot, sometimes I've meant to share them with you.
The boys drink that powdered ice tea mix that comes in those huge cardboard canisters. We leave the can out on the counter and whoever finishes the pitcher of tea is charged with making more. The label on the can is so ugly that I tear it off and write the recipe (3 1/2 scoops of powder to a pitcher of water) on the can with a Sharpie.
Sometimes I get bored.
And speaking of signage...did I show this to you?
A large box in my office that was not part of a larger shipment to an industry event, labeled as such by the Creative Director.
Which was then messed with by an Art Design person. (I think.)
Which just got the Creative Director thinking further inside the box. As it were.
In other news:
Middle was on the internet for most of Saturday while the team he shoots and edits for covered the LeMans.
That would be him in the helmet. They've never shown his face on the show. Funny thing, that.
I had an excellent time texting him while he was on camera.
Once I told him to touch his head - and he did.
Credit where credit is due, people.
Sometimes I've forgotten what I've shot, sometimes I've meant to share them with you.
The boys drink that powdered ice tea mix that comes in those huge cardboard canisters. We leave the can out on the counter and whoever finishes the pitcher of tea is charged with making more. The label on the can is so ugly that I tear it off and write the recipe (3 1/2 scoops of powder to a pitcher of water) on the can with a Sharpie.
Sometimes I get bored.
And speaking of signage...did I show this to you?
A large box in my office that was not part of a larger shipment to an industry event, labeled as such by the Creative Director.
Which was then messed with by an Art Design person. (I think.)
Which just got the Creative Director thinking further inside the box. As it were.
In other news:
Middle was on the internet for most of Saturday while the team he shoots and edits for covered the LeMans.
That would be him in the helmet. They've never shown his face on the show. Funny thing, that.
I had an excellent time texting him while he was on camera.
Once I told him to touch his head - and he did.
Credit where credit is due, people.
ten things I love
I'm a closet Belgian Waffle reader. It's a meme.
Those pretzels with peanut butter in them.
Not just any pretzels with peanut butter in them but, I'm sorry to admit, the ones from Trader Joe's. Is there an apostrophe in there? Don't know. The ironic thing about it is that I dislike Trader Joe's, but these have a decent balance of pretzel and peanut and salt. Actually, they could use a teensy bit more salt.
The pharmacy/drugstore/apothecary
Buying shampoo, nail files, looking at pain relieving patches and gels...I love it. If nothing befalls me whilst traveling (which is rare) I still search for a reason to visit a drugstore.
The shower after the beach
I'm sorry. Is this too obvious? Sometimes I walk around the house "doing things" to delay the pleasure of it.
McSweeney's
My god, I am in love with McSweeney's.
Railroad email alerts
I receive four or five railroad email alerts a day. They notify me of problems on my train line which I appreciate as there are vast and varied situations which can effect my commute such as: switching problems, disabled trains, disabled trains in the tunnels, passengers needing medical assistance, police activity, unauthorized persons on the tracks, and a new one last week, no power west of my station.
These notices are sometimes disjointed in structure, may have typos, and are always followed up (even if it is a day later) by a notice that reads: The system is now running on or close to schedule.
Aluminum foil
Must I explain?
My new hair color
But not the cut, dear god, not the cut.
Le Mans
I hadn't given it much thought until Middle was involved in a broadcast. Fascinating.
Klondike (Solitaire) on my iPhone
Completely addicted. During my commute.
Beats headphones
Completely addicted. During my commute.
Those pretzels with peanut butter in them.
Not just any pretzels with peanut butter in them but, I'm sorry to admit, the ones from Trader Joe's. Is there an apostrophe in there? Don't know. The ironic thing about it is that I dislike Trader Joe's, but these have a decent balance of pretzel and peanut and salt. Actually, they could use a teensy bit more salt.
The pharmacy/drugstore/apothecary
Buying shampoo, nail files, looking at pain relieving patches and gels...I love it. If nothing befalls me whilst traveling (which is rare) I still search for a reason to visit a drugstore.
The shower after the beach
I'm sorry. Is this too obvious? Sometimes I walk around the house "doing things" to delay the pleasure of it.
McSweeney's
My god, I am in love with McSweeney's.
Railroad email alerts
I receive four or five railroad email alerts a day. They notify me of problems on my train line which I appreciate as there are vast and varied situations which can effect my commute such as: switching problems, disabled trains, disabled trains in the tunnels, passengers needing medical assistance, police activity, unauthorized persons on the tracks, and a new one last week, no power west of my station.
These notices are sometimes disjointed in structure, may have typos, and are always followed up (even if it is a day later) by a notice that reads: The system is now running on or close to schedule.
Aluminum foil
Must I explain?
My new hair color
But not the cut, dear god, not the cut.
Le Mans
I hadn't given it much thought until Middle was involved in a broadcast. Fascinating.
Klondike (Solitaire) on my iPhone
Completely addicted. During my commute.
Beats headphones
Completely addicted. During my commute.
a whirlwind, a helicopter and a surprise
Another crazy week in my world.
Youngest's last week of regular school days, incredible heat, and what seemed like a million clandestine meetings.
Why all the secrecy? I was planning a surprise birthday party for my boss for yesterday afternoon.
I had been working on it for a couple of months, planning and arranging. A bunch of us really got into it and we had a great time preparing a speech and a gift and the ruse.
What was fun was delegating our specific tasks. Because he is held in high esteem by the entire staff, people from all different departments volunteered to handle things for me...after all, I couldn't be on the phone with the caterer (miniature fruit tarts and pastries) while he was a room away.
A couple of us agonized over a gift. We brought more people into the conversation and my pal C came up with the brilliant idea of a Jar Of Words.
Each member of the company received a slip of paper on which they were instructed to write a word they associated with our boss. We put the words in a jar and I presented them to him.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. We chose the paper, we chose to tear the strips of paper rather than cut them, we chose to fold the paper rather than curl it or leave it alone. We bought a special piece of ribbon and a tag. One of our designers did the calligraphy on the tag, we tied the ribbon a particular way.
The strips of paper were delivered to one member of each department in a small envelope and the papers were kept in the envelopes for privacy.
It was a very organized project!
One hundred and seventeen slips of paper...and then we had to find the jar...and construct the ruse.
Finally, after weeks of preparation, he was told, during a meeting, that he needed to attend a conference call in the conference room and that's where we surprised him.
It was, pretty much, perfect. He was very surprised and touched and it all went off without a hitch.
So, it was a whirlwind up to then. In fact, I got to the conference room ten minutes ahead of him and my nerves were so shot that I downed a glass of champagne before they were even done pouring.
The helicopter? Middle commuted in one today - something I was not keen on.
Now that he's home, safe and sound, I can brag about it.
This weekend: a dinner party and a concert.
Talk to you later.
Youngest's last week of regular school days, incredible heat, and what seemed like a million clandestine meetings.
Why all the secrecy? I was planning a surprise birthday party for my boss for yesterday afternoon.
I had been working on it for a couple of months, planning and arranging. A bunch of us really got into it and we had a great time preparing a speech and a gift and the ruse.
What was fun was delegating our specific tasks. Because he is held in high esteem by the entire staff, people from all different departments volunteered to handle things for me...after all, I couldn't be on the phone with the caterer (miniature fruit tarts and pastries) while he was a room away.
A couple of us agonized over a gift. We brought more people into the conversation and my pal C came up with the brilliant idea of a Jar Of Words.
Each member of the company received a slip of paper on which they were instructed to write a word they associated with our boss. We put the words in a jar and I presented them to him.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. We chose the paper, we chose to tear the strips of paper rather than cut them, we chose to fold the paper rather than curl it or leave it alone. We bought a special piece of ribbon and a tag. One of our designers did the calligraphy on the tag, we tied the ribbon a particular way.
The strips of paper were delivered to one member of each department in a small envelope and the papers were kept in the envelopes for privacy.
It was a very organized project!
One hundred and seventeen slips of paper...and then we had to find the jar...and construct the ruse.
Finally, after weeks of preparation, he was told, during a meeting, that he needed to attend a conference call in the conference room and that's where we surprised him.
It was, pretty much, perfect. He was very surprised and touched and it all went off without a hitch.
So, it was a whirlwind up to then. In fact, I got to the conference room ten minutes ahead of him and my nerves were so shot that I downed a glass of champagne before they were even done pouring.
The helicopter? Middle commuted in one today - something I was not keen on.
Now that he's home, safe and sound, I can brag about it.
This weekend: a dinner party and a concert.
Talk to you later.
it's Wednesday
It's really really warm over here.
K caved today and put the air conditioners in the bedroom windows. The forecast for tomorrow is 99F.
Have no fear, the bird boys will now not be working outdoors. I thank you (collectively) for your concern.
I have a big day tomorrow and, really, all I can tell you is this: I'm going to wear a dress from AllSaints and I need a jar.
It could be this one, or this one, I don't know. It's going to be a long day, though, and I'll tell you all about it later.
I'm kind of wanting these baskets for my fridge. Thoughts?
Youngest gave me this link yesterday and I still haven't watched it.
Any idea why I kept this link open for two days? I'd be interested in hearing your opinion.
This one too. I keep meaning to listen to it and have not. Is it good?
We are seeing this this weekend or next. Soon. I am waiting patiently.
This made my day. I had been browsing swimsuits on the internet and feeling like a whale.
I was pretty sure guys never look at themselves and dissect their body types.
Anyway.
It's nearly Thursday.
K caved today and put the air conditioners in the bedroom windows. The forecast for tomorrow is 99F.
Have no fear, the bird boys will now not be working outdoors. I thank you (collectively) for your concern.
I have a big day tomorrow and, really, all I can tell you is this: I'm going to wear a dress from AllSaints and I need a jar.
It could be this one, or this one, I don't know. It's going to be a long day, though, and I'll tell you all about it later.
I'm kind of wanting these baskets for my fridge. Thoughts?
Youngest gave me this link yesterday and I still haven't watched it.
Any idea why I kept this link open for two days? I'd be interested in hearing your opinion.
This one too. I keep meaning to listen to it and have not. Is it good?
We are seeing this this weekend or next. Soon. I am waiting patiently.
This made my day. I had been browsing swimsuits on the internet and feeling like a whale.
I was pretty sure guys never look at themselves and dissect their body types.
Anyway.
It's nearly Thursday.
seen last weekend
I'm not going to lie. I spent a lot of time with my laptop last weekend.
I know you want to see what I saw.
I had to write two posts, one for the office (Father's Day gifts) and one for BlogHer (Etsy vs eBay)(I'll try to let you know when the BlogHer piece runs) and ended up doing a lot of uploading and linking. You know how it is.
Somewhere along the line I stumbled upon this:
The Bedouin Scarf from AllSaints. Coincidentally, a friend at work told me, on the down low, that AllSaints isn't doing well in my part of the world. Over-extended. Watch for sales, she said, and so I shall.
I've joined The Foundary and seen lots of great stuff. Like this:
I love little drawers and that's a decent savings (on something I'm never going to purchase). I have bought some gifts at The Foundary and been quite pleased.
I was busy pinning...
and other people were liking my pins.
Worlds MAY collide!
A blogger dear to my heart may visit!
Let us say no more lest the plan is jinxed!
Middle and I debated the authenticity of the old man twitter thread (he's been told it works like google) which brought us to the whole monkey theorem thing.
Oldest has been busy...but let's think on him this week as he's working outdoors.
Remind me to freeze some water bottles for him on Wednesday night, okay?
He could be roasting! Like a potato in sea salt!
(We do this. It's great!)
Say it with me!
XOJane is full of great stuff.
There's a container of Meyer lemon juice in our freezer, K.
Just sayin.
Pretty, yes?
Beats me!
Have you seen the new Design Sponge? Better than ever!
All right. I have a Dickens of a week ahead of me. (Dickens?)
Talk soon.
I know you want to see what I saw.
I had to write two posts, one for the office (Father's Day gifts) and one for BlogHer (Etsy vs eBay)(I'll try to let you know when the BlogHer piece runs) and ended up doing a lot of uploading and linking. You know how it is.
Somewhere along the line I stumbled upon this:
The Bedouin Scarf from AllSaints. Coincidentally, a friend at work told me, on the down low, that AllSaints isn't doing well in my part of the world. Over-extended. Watch for sales, she said, and so I shall.
I've joined The Foundary and seen lots of great stuff. Like this:
I love little drawers and that's a decent savings (on something I'm never going to purchase). I have bought some gifts at The Foundary and been quite pleased.
I was busy pinning...
and other people were liking my pins.
Worlds MAY collide!
A blogger dear to my heart may visit!
Let us say no more lest the plan is jinxed!
Middle and I debated the authenticity of the old man twitter thread (he's been told it works like google) which brought us to the whole monkey theorem thing.
Oldest has been busy...but let's think on him this week as he's working outdoors.
Remind me to freeze some water bottles for him on Wednesday night, okay?
He could be roasting! Like a potato in sea salt!
(We do this. It's great!)
Say it with me!
XOJane is full of great stuff.
There's a container of Meyer lemon juice in our freezer, K.
Just sayin.
Pretty, yes?
Beats me!
Have you seen the new Design Sponge? Better than ever!
All right. I have a Dickens of a week ahead of me. (Dickens?)
Talk soon.
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