Monthly Archives: November 2011

By the Way

Nothing more is to come out of that date I went on.. he’s not the one for me.  But I did get that pesky “first date after over a year and a half of not dating” date out of the way. :)

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”  -Anais Nin

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Andrea plus 3

A night in pictures.

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Live by the Sea

Since Andrea was a little girl she has said she is going to live by the sea and I believe her.  Things she says like that have a tendency to come true.

Sometimes I wonder if I will go with her, though I’m more a forest type of girl.  Oregon has both, right?  But Andrea wants to live somewhere warm year-round, with hot sunny beaches to go swimming on Christmas Day.. if she wants.  Not me.  Today I went to the Holiday Homes Tour of Pendleton Heights, a historic neighborhood in Kansas City.  The day was gray and cold, everyone in coats and hats while the inside of each house was so cozy and warm, bathing us in candlelight, firesides, peppermint and sugar cookies.  What a perfect Saturday after Thanksgiving… the first real day of the Christmas Season.

In this house the owner had made a stocking for each fur-baby:

Love this:

Not part of the tour, but my favorite home in the neighborhood:

Back at home, Andrea was doing her Thanksgiving break homework.  And maybe dreaming of graduate school and a career somewhere we don’t know exactly, yet, but is already waiting for her with seahorses and corals and her hot, hot salty-sandy sun.

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BRIT-NAYY! nails.

I’m gonna miss you, Brittanie’s nails :(  Last day of class:

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“…So what could I do but laugh and go.” – Le Gallienne

I have always loved how my friend Brenda describes her procrastination.  She tells the story of how she’ll need to clean house for a party but then notice a tear in the wallpaper inside the coat closet and end up re-papering the closet as guests are arriving.  She gets distracted.

She has always reminded me of my grandma, whose favorite poem was that one that starts:  “I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree, and all the leaves were calling me…”

Love that poem.  Last weekend Andrea was to come home and bring 4 or 5 friends for the weekend.  She did this strained whisper to me over the phone: “mommy is the house clean?”  It made me laugh.  The house was okay, but I was definitely going to do some deep cleaning for her beloved, treasured friends.  I even skipped school to have the whole day to scrub.  But then I got this idea about making the medicine cabinets pretty by decoupaging scrapbook paper inside them.

Both bathrooms have big, square, plain white medicine cabinets.  I could not resist flirting with this idea until I found myself at Hobby Lobby pouring over the scrapbook paper.  Here is the downstairs medicine cabinet before:

And after:

Upstairs medicine cabinet before:

And after:

A really fun project!  I love it!  Of course I would have thoughts about how the girls were not even going to see the inside of the medicine cabinets while here.. but those thoughts didn’t linger around much.  They ended up cancelling that weekend anyway!

Now someone who has never done much procrastinating is my dad.  He’s always working on something (probably because that grandma that never cleaned was his mom)!  I loved this cute email exchange with him…

Dad:  That beautiful little bird house you gave us finally was put to rest. I had repaired it a couple of times but it finally became unrepairable! I decided to take it apart and use its floor plan and design to make another one to replace it.  So check out the attachment…

Me:  I LOVE the new birdhouse!  And the fact that you said “floor plan” of the old one.  hahaha.

Dad:  We’re waiting for the furniture to arrive!!! Mom and Dad

Also, speaking of love, this may be my favorite picture of all time of Andrea:

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*Ones* Upon a Time

My favorite number has always been seven, but it wasn’t hard for me to catch the excitement for this year’s 11-11-11.  It became extra special, too, since it ended up being the date of my first date in over a year and a half.  I even remembered to make a private, secret wish at 11:11pm.  No idea what’s going to happen but I’ll tell you one thing:  this guy and that date were worth the wait.

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Table Talk

I went out to dinner with a few friends Saturday night.  A couple of husbands got on the subject of how long their wives took getting ready to go anywhere and that women always make things complicated.  With a nod and smile towards me, one husband said “Oh, I don’t know, I bet Krissy is simple.”

Was he insulting me or flirting with me?  Either way… awkward.

Then someone brought up one of the wives being pregnant, which I didn’t realize she was and asked how far along.  Her husband looked at their margaritas and at me and said, “It’s fine for her to have a little bit of alcohol.”  I hadn’t thought about it, went on with a side conversation I was having, but when I looked back at him he implored “No really, it really is okay for her to have a little bit.  It wont hurt anything.”  I assured him I wasn’t worried and how in our parents’ generation they all smoked and drank throughout the nine months.

Swear to God next time he caught my gaze he said, “I read it may actually be good for the baby.  Because of antioxidants.  If she drinks a little ..and it wont hurt anything.”

Oh my God! I don’t care! I don’t care if your baby comes out with a small head and an affinity for alleys – just leave me alone!

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BRIT-NAYY! nails.

This will probably be the last installment of Brittanie’s nails as I only have 3 more weeks of class!

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