tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317597182024-03-13T10:04:25.657-05:00Living Out LoudKarrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-55361788018917928802011-05-24T11:36:00.001-05:002011-05-24T11:37:36.371-05:00I'VE MOVED!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{click on image to visit new home!}</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://houseoftubers.com/"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b3_TFexi-VU/TAkcDtah6CI/AAAAAAAABKA/b-DFoqUV_PI/s320/moving.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">via</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've moved!</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's right. I packed up my Blogger bags and set up my own domain using Wordpress for many reasons. This is a HUGE learning curve for me, so please bear with me! Give me a week and my blog will be pretty again. Until then, this blog's content has been moved, its up, functional, and I am posting! So please join me at <a href="http://houseoftubers.com/">http://houseoftubers.com</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">{and if you're curious about the name, you have to come visit!}</div><div style="text-align: center;">x-Karri</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-39987653059570637032011-05-19T11:09:00.003-05:002011-05-19T11:09:00.062-05:00Thursday Latelies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's this awesome blogging thing that takes place on, yes, Thursdays, and it was started by <a href="http://bexastylediary.blogspot.com/">Bex</a> (of Bex, A Style Diary). I am intrigued. However, I am not quite ready to expose my voice to the internets. Man, I loathe my voice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So can I participate by just talking up my Thursday Lately list? If I actually get some readers/comments, I will dive in and vlog next week (yikes!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The first few things I am loving right now is cheap makeup from Target!</div><div style="text-align: center;">In years past, I've mainly been a department store makeup kind of gal. But in trying to reduce my budget so I can spend it elsewhere, I hit up Target's new-ish designer line.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So this first product is this NP Set eyeliner from Target in Mexico City Brown. It glides on so easy and the other end has a sponge so you can smudge it, which is does super well. I think I paid $11 for it.</div><div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/24575215/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img 380="" border="0" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/24575215_Vp8J1pmE_c.jpg" width="380 height =" /></a></div></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.target.com/NP-Set-Eyeliner-Mexico-Brown/dp/B001BQ056G/ref=sc_qi_collection_item_0?ie=UTF8&altString=NP%20Set%20Eyeliner%20%26%2345%3B%20Mexico%20City%20Brown" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">target.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/karri_tait/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Karri</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">This next one is cheap nail polish! Woot! I don't polish my fingers. Ever since I can recall, I have been cursed with thin nails that split and break. So I keep them short and clean. But my toes are another story. Since they are toes, I don't find it necessary to splurge on Essie, OPI, or Nicole (unless I get a pedi and fall in love with the color). This is one of my new favorite colors- Cloud 9.</div><div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/24580219/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img 220="" border="0" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/24580219_utIZcFNT_c.jpg" width="220 height =" /></a></div></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.walgreens.com/store/c/sinful-colors-professional-nail-enamel/ID=prod1550389-product" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">walgreens.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/karri_tait/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Karri</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I am absolutely in LOVE with Kenra's Platinum line! Hair products are one area that I do splurge on, especially when my hair is colored (vs. highlighted). Roughly a year or so ago, when I was blonde, I tried Burt's Bees and fell in love with sulfate/paraben free shampoo. But after I went brunette, I had to find a color shampoo, since this is not my natural color. Low and behold...Kenra.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=36" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=36" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{I get the Platinum shampoo for fine/thin hair} </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=760" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=760" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{and the Platinum Botanical Conditioner for fine/thin hair. because weightless hair tangles like a b*tch.} </span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">And for those days that I am not leaving the house except to cart my kids around (like today. a rainy day), I love the dry shampoo. I can still look good, but not have to put all the effort into the wash/dry/flat iron routine. Prior to this, I was doomed, because my hair is so thin that instantly in the a.m. I was like an oil slick.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=974" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=974" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I finish everything up with the hairspray... #25. Love it. Its light, yet creates texture and volume. And if I comb through, there's no evidence of it except volume. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=207" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.kenra.com/DisplayImage.aspx?ID=207" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My final Thursday Lately product is Crystal Light Pure. Aside from coffee in the a.m., I only drink water during the day, so sometimes, I like to mix it up...a LaCroix here, water with cucumber or lemon there.... That's what lead me to buying this. And no aspartame. Holla! The flavor is very light. Not at all like lemonade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41j6LdmNScL._SL500_AA300_PIbundle-4,TopRight,0,0_AA300_SH20_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41j6LdmNScL._SL500_AA300_PIbundle-4,TopRight,0,0_AA300_SH20_.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-13517706251111603812011-05-17T22:53:00.000-05:002011-05-17T22:53:12.450-05:00Ch-ch-ch-changes...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ideachampions.com/weblogs/change-architect-sign1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.ideachampions.com/weblogs/change-architect-sign1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://www.ideachampions.com/weblogs/archives/2011/04/1_it_is_not_the.shtml"><span style="font-size: x-small;">via</span></a></div>Sometime early this summer, my blog will be undergoing some fun transformations.<br />
But not until I finish my <a href="http://bloggingyourpassion.com/the-webinar-series/">5-part webinar</a> that I am taking, called <a href="http://bloggingyourpassion.com/">Blogging Your Passion</a>.<br />
Yep. A webinar.<br />
Stay tuned...it'll be exciting! I promise. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am so proud of him. 26.2 miles. There is no way on God's green earth that anyone could ever get me to run 26.2 miles. That's why there are bikes. And cars. Walk? Sure (for charity). Run? Hells to the no.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I am in awe of those who can make their bodies do that. Who have the determination and strength.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHECmV9irY/TdMdk3bt_JI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nWrmpGX25WY/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoHECmV9irY/TdMdk3bt_JI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nWrmpGX25WY/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sea of runners and supporters, trying to stay warm </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHOKGt7zpEw/TdMeGkpYCuI/AAAAAAAABRE/f1DXe2GkrCE/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHOKGt7zpEw/TdMeGkpYCuI/AAAAAAAABRE/f1DXe2GkrCE/s400/DSC_0010.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> a runner trying to keep warm, post-race</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQC3tIYb-hc/TdMeTX9epZI/AAAAAAAABRI/8Coqgw85EfY/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQC3tIYb-hc/TdMeTX9epZI/AAAAAAAABRI/8Coqgw85EfY/s400/DSC_0012.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Winter coats and hats were the norm for spectators. And this would not be a WI race event without beer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{the runners had tickets on the bottom of their #s. one bratwurst, two beers. gotta love WI}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-VZCCdEQNQ/TdMelJ-nV_I/AAAAAAAABRM/UpNdusQeL-g/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-VZCCdEQNQ/TdMelJ-nV_I/AAAAAAAABRM/UpNdusQeL-g/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Lone Ranger</div><div style="text-align: center;">This guy had some courage. He ran through Lambeau with his Bears flag. Lots of jeers and boos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIQ8l1v6Yzs/TdMe3Xqe3nI/AAAAAAAABRQ/ixvJ67Am_s0/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oIQ8l1v6Yzs/TdMe3Xqe3nI/AAAAAAAABRQ/ixvJ67Am_s0/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Hubs, entering Lambeau, still alive and kickin'!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDWfhn3Wng0/TdMfJcevefI/AAAAAAAABRU/569ozLxBD5U/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jDWfhn3Wng0/TdMfJcevefI/AAAAAAAABRU/569ozLxBD5U/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> There he is...#1657! Almost finished! Right after this, he ripped off the Naoplean Dynomite headband and whipped it at me, hitting my camera lens and leaving a big salt streak! EWWWW!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhZxOmqbLuY/TdMfZhBCNCI/AAAAAAAABRY/0_BQ4A8WYog/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BhZxOmqbLuY/TdMfZhBCNCI/AAAAAAAABRY/0_BQ4A8WYog/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> About to cross the finish line!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">He finished in 04:03:57</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he swears he will never. Not ever. Do it again. </div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-55649764949628299152011-05-13T23:46:00.000-05:002011-05-13T23:46:23.928-05:00Friday.I don't care if Monday's blue.<br />
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too.<br />
Thursday I don't care about you.<br />
Its Friday, I'm upstairs at 11pm mopping the bathroom floor.<br />
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Wait. That's not how The Cure sang it? Drat.<br />
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This evening, I had some friends over. One friend has daughters that my kids have grown up with since they were 1. Naturally, they adore each other to the bone. Normally, the girls are all very quiet and just play in Norah's room, dressing up in silly clothes, playing with stuffed cats, perhaps putting on some makeup, and generally, getting out every toy known to mankind.<br />
Tonight they opted for the Path of Adventure, it seems.<br />
You see, I found my feet sticking to the upstairs bathroom floor. A pile of 3 bath towels laying on the floor. An overturned spray bottle of air freshener. A bottle of Method hand soap, with a suspiciously lower level than before, sitting on the floor.<br />
It turns out that the girls turned the bathroom into a skating rink.<br />
Brilliant? Naughty? Creative?<br />
You decide while you're mopping at 11pm, having to change the water each time because of the amount of soap in it.Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-33259299209001502112011-05-10T09:00:00.004-05:002011-05-10T09:00:05.003-05:00Ten on TuesdayIn honor of Mother's Day, I bring you this Tuesday's ten:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">10 Things I've Learned as a Mama</div><br />
1. Nothing is fast anymore, yet time flies.<br />
Need to run to the store because I ran out of [insert item here]? It used to be so easy. Now? Not so much. Even though they are older, it still takes 3x as long. Yet...it seems like just yesterday I was pregnant. And the sleepless nights. And the parent anxiety. It all goes too fast.<br />
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2. Never say never. Because you never know.<br />
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3. Inevitably, you will become your mother. Maybe not permanantly, but you'll see glimpses of her appear at times. Yes, you will tell your child(ren) that "if you don't stop this right now, I will pull this car over to the side of the road!", or you'll tell them that you have eyes in back of your head. Or my favorite. "because I said so, that's why." (I swore I'd never give that as an answer. Ever.)<br />
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4. Someday, your child will say that they hate you. Or call you a "meanie mommy". And as prepared as you are for this moment, it will still stab like a knife.<br />
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5. <i> If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy</i>. Word. Don't worry what others think about you and just live your life the way that makes y'all happy.<br />
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6. Time outs are great. For mommy, that is. Yes, sometimes, the best thing we can do is to walk away and take some deep breaths and regroup.<br />
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7. My kids will never, ever find my constant dancing to be cool. It will always cause them to hang their heads and roll their eyes. Sigh.<br />
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8. There's no such thing as privacy. I am not sure when moms are entitled to it, but 9 years later, I still don't have it.<br />
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9. Instill in them the love of reading. It will pay back ten-fold on a rainy Sunday afternoon.<br />
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10. Being a mom is absolutely the hardest, yet most rewarding and wonderful job I've ever had.Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-69199723404253420092011-05-08T23:37:00.001-05:002011-05-09T00:59:24.722-05:00Easy Peasy CraftMother's Day.<br />
Next to Father's Day, its brain wracking for me when it comes to gift ideas.<br />
This past Christmas, I made one of these for my aunt, using my nephew's photo (ok, not really my nephew. technically, my cousin's baby. but anyway...), so I fell back on the same idea for my husband's mom.<br />
The idea came from somewhere on the internets. I don't know where, sorry. I am sure its all over the place, really. My friend, <a href="http://eisleyraeclothing.blogspot.com/">Alyson</a>, brought this up before Christmas, so I ran with it at that time.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">What you need:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Photo (I used an 8x10)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Flat ceramic tile (I used a 6x6. 56cents from HoDe)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Matte Mod Podge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sponge brush</div><div style="text-align: center;">xacto knife or paper cutter</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Trim the photo down to the size you want.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cut mine down so about a mm of tile showed on each edge. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I also bought a 12x12 tile and could have had hubs cut it down to an 8x8 or 10x10 (HoDe and Lowes will do this, too), but I ran out of time to have an 11x14 printed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Apply a thin coat of Mod-Podge to the tile and adhere the photo to the tile, making sure you press out all air bubbles. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Let dry for an hour, then apply your first coat of Mod Podge.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I put a big glob in the middle and then brushed it over the photo, and then evened it out using even strokes, one after another, one way, not stopping mid-stroke, until the end.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSXWa5TSJSc/Tcdq9Ie4ZUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/UEyj7VfMChY/s1600/DSC_0262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSXWa5TSJSc/Tcdq9Ie4ZUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/UEyj7VfMChY/s320/DSC_0262.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> {wet after the first coat}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let that dry for an hour, and then apply a second coat, but going the other way (ie: my first application was horizontal, so my second was vertical)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After the 2nd coat dries, it'll look like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2EnPEkyDT0/TcdrPLQIEWI/AAAAAAAABQU/BI5t_bl_Es8/s1600/DSC_0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2EnPEkyDT0/TcdrPLQIEWI/AAAAAAAABQU/BI5t_bl_Es8/s320/DSC_0263.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ym8i3EHOBfw/TcdrfLQMrtI/AAAAAAAABQY/mFcbrWoFk-0/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ym8i3EHOBfw/TcdrfLQMrtI/AAAAAAAABQY/mFcbrWoFk-0/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{view from an angle. kinda looks like a photo w/ a linen type texture}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then just get a photo stand from Michael's (or JoAnn or Hobb Lobb or what have you) and voila! Done. A gift for around $5.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Voting starts at MIDNIGHT tonight (Saturday...or, I guess that means Sunday?) </div><br />
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I started scrapping after Aidan was born. I will say "scrap" in the loosest of terms. Over the years, I learned more and found my little niche.<br />
I really enjoy scrapping. Its a creative outlet for me and the kids just love looking at their albums. I certainly don't scrap every photo. Or every occasion. I try to focus on photos that really speak to me.<br />
I certainly don't scrap as much as I'd like, either. Its always been a goal to do it more often. I am not a digital gal. I enjoy the different textures of the real stuff too much.<br />
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Tomorrow I leave for my annual scrapbook retreat in Illinois with a group of moms that I've known for 10 years now. Its a great weekend getaway filled with intense laughter and snorting, being silly, not enough sleep, creativity, and too much food and a bit of libations.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Au revoir!</i></div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-63231118840443940742011-04-27T10:27:00.001-05:002011-04-27T10:29:02.246-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVf4QN9XSWQ/Tbg07BQY1YI/AAAAAAAABOo/LeZ3RF-Tm5o/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVf4QN9XSWQ/Tbg07BQY1YI/AAAAAAAABOo/LeZ3RF-Tm5o/s400/DSC_0058.jpg" width="267" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-85076125666338180282011-04-27T00:42:00.000-05:002011-04-27T00:42:28.908-05:00Fashion, as defined by my 7 year old<div style="text-align: center;">Easter Saturday</div><div style="text-align: center;">In our house, holidays are all 2 days long, due to the fact that we have to spend it with my family one day and hubs family the next. They don't live close enough for us to do it all in one day. And besides...mixing families doesn't always bode well.</div><br />
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Which, of course, did not turn out as planned. Perhaps because I could only find vneck shirts at Old Navy. Or maybe it was because I was doing this 20 minutes before we left on Saturday. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="goog_560724434"></span><span id="goog_560724435"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwvDZH3Lg2Y/Tber4MYqKRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/8tLWkWR3JcU/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwvDZH3Lg2Y/Tber4MYqKRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/8tLWkWR3JcU/s400/DSC_0023.jpg" width="267" /></a></div>At least my boys don't groan when I dress them alike!<br />
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We had a very delightful Easter weekend, despite a few hiccups. Lots of egg hunts, food up to our eyeballs, too much candy (can one OD on malted milk balls?), and family, family, family.<br />
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So without further ado, I bring you my favorite things as interpreted by my mood on my walk through my house this afternoon.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i spy dinner {soup} already cooking on the stove on this cold, rainy afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/8ccaecc2ad694e218318c2dcdc575c49_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/8ccaecc2ad694e218318c2dcdc575c49_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{i hate that pot, btw}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i Spy coffee. the nectar of the gods</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/0914f74a614d487e8a244f169374dddb_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/0914f74a614d487e8a244f169374dddb_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">and another type...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/6230cd92d90546828dfbbd380efa160c_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/6230cd92d90546828dfbbd380efa160c_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">{if you are a red drinker, Apothic is one of my $10ish favorites. so good}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i spy fancy(ier) soap. </div><div style="text-align: center;">little things like this make me happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/75256784f405439796fcbe42566e9e03_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/75256784f405439796fcbe42566e9e03_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">i spy Happy{the dawg}, chillin'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/3ba8beefe94a4623ad9433dfe05b85d1_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/3ba8beefe94a4623ad9433dfe05b85d1_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i spy my children...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">...peacefully reading...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/1fbcf84747a64d049d89b9e26275e51a_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/1fbcf84747a64d049d89b9e26275e51a_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">...tickling the ivories...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/e72f2af3d1824ece8032b5e3b3905176_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/e72f2af3d1824ece8032b5e3b3905176_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...and following the rules</div><div style="text-align: center;">{i spy my lone little lefty!}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/c08cc903f9204edeb371297a2ffcd84b_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/c08cc903f9204edeb371297a2ffcd84b_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy grand works of art on display</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/d7a428afdeef4a0d8dcc9cea1ffbf029_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/d7a428afdeef4a0d8dcc9cea1ffbf029_7.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and my current state of being. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">{not a fave, but it helps me live} </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/45766601c8db4d2f87afe8541d4d2cfd_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/45766601c8db4d2f87afe8541d4d2cfd_7.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy my favorite wedding photo. and my love i married 10 years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/468bf8eac66e483d9bfd13c065c9b783_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/468bf8eac66e483d9bfd13c065c9b783_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy our old glass doorknobs and skeleton key holes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/e541b76a93414f0babc1a9581938d9c5_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/e541b76a93414f0babc1a9581938d9c5_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy leaded glass windows. so charming. but so leaky in the cold winter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/eaab276d7fcc456aac1c0c92b7c5fd51_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/eaab276d7fcc456aac1c0c92b7c5fd51_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy my newest sewing mess. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and part of my happy milk glass obsession.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/6022d7cf10f643eb9f908f9c2cfb7894_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/6022d7cf10f643eb9f908f9c2cfb7894_7.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy a sign that i have children who are growing up {typed reports done on a laptop. that they know how to hook up to the printer. ack.}, but then again, children who are still young enough who adore an annoying as all get-out singing easter bunny from their great grandma.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/70f1e091184244ddae53a79dcec94079_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/19/70f1e091184244ddae53a79dcec94079_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy a reminder of a time when my babies were still babies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">sigh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/9410f673b77d4be087d1e090f834d90c_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/04/20/9410f673b77d4be087d1e090f834d90c_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and finally... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i spy a stack of old, original Nancy Drew mysteries. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my mom read these. my aunt did, too. as did i...many, many times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and hopefully, someday my daughter will, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</center><center>We bought this furniture when we were first married. It is too big for this room and its too matchy-matchy. Our bedroom is a teeny tiny box...the sacrifice we make in order to have the kids on the 2nd floor together.</center><center> We want to get rid of the furniture, we need some kind of floor covering for the HWFs to warm it up (something we've never had). We need the walls painted. Oh, and we have no closet doors. Did ya notice that? Yeah. We're ready for a big overhaul. The only thing I want to keep is my Dwell Studio comforter I just bought.</center><center> </center><center>Why you, Mandi?</center><center>Because you're friggin' awesome.</center><center>Starting with those anthro acid mirrors, to the tree that can be decorated {love that!}, to the fact that you <i>sewed a rug</i>. And HELLO! You were on NATE BERKUS! </center><center>I have that red desk you have. But mine's not red. Mine's a boring black. You have the imagination that I lack. I can only copy other people and lack the vision it takes to put other's awesome finished products together.</center><center><br />
</center><center>We have some cool pieces throughout our house that I think, combined with thrifting, you could make something awesome from (given what I've seen you do).</center><center>Because I am done. done. done. with having a bedroom that looks like crap!</center><center>So, YO! YO!</center><center>Come to my house and give me an epic makeover!</center><center>{please?}</center><center>Besides, when else will you get a chance to go to Wisconsin?</center><center> </center><center>And blog readers...I need your help! When the polls open on April 30th, I will need you to vote for me. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? </center><center><br />
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</center>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-33213205095098496492011-04-18T22:24:00.000-05:002011-04-18T22:24:13.942-05:00Monday's Musings<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Giving up.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">You know that point where you acknowledge that your house needs to be cleaned?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Badly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">VERY badly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But you just don't have it in you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because you just don't know where to start. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its overwhelming.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe not in the grand scheme of life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But in my life, I can't function effectively if my house is a disaster. Essentially, I see it as a sign to bury my head and be a sloth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This weekend, my husband and two of our awesome friends installed the electrical and mounted our TV. Holla!</div><div style="text-align: center;">That process? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Woah. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Holy Big. Fat. Mess.</div><div style="text-align: center;">On Sunday, I woke up with some renewed energy after a few days in bed with sinus and ear infections. I started going at it. But with crap literally everywhere (discarded entertainment unit. tape measures. CDs, photo frames, wires - lots of them, electronic components just tossed on the shelves hither and fro), I just gave up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And so it sat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when I say "gave up", I mean it literally. I let the vacuum sit here all day, as I laid on the couch watching back-to-back-to-back episodes of House Hunters and other HGTV shows.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">In other musings, I spent tonight watching one of the best movies ever, Reality Bites, since there's nothing good on TV and in my typical ADD fashion, I have 3 half-done sewing projects sitting on the dining table that I don't feel like finishing until tomorrow. Or the next day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I was watching, I was perusing Pinterest. My new crack. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I came across this photo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/5579704_v8tlUJqI_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/5579704_v8tlUJqI_c.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beautiful girl. But damn...that outfit? I had that outfit. 1993 (pre-Reality Bites). I distinctly remember wearing it on a blind date! Black Esprit leggings, men's denim shirt from Eddie Bauer. Unlisted boots. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Its come full circle, people.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Granted, this is a bit more chic and I was a bit more grunge, but hey.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still listen to my Reality Bites CD. I'd listen to my Singles soundtrack, but my husband threw away my tapes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I totally aged myself, huh?</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-21654755913733728352011-04-14T09:30:00.000-05:002011-04-14T09:30:30.241-05:00Awkward and Awesome Thursday<b>Awesome</b><br />
My 7 year old daughter creating math homework for her 9 year old brother, complete with an 'ickzapo' {example} and then the problems with a, "Now you do it!"<br />
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Being able to take my dog on a walk and wear a tank top. You can't imagine how happy this makes me.<br />
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Seeing <a href="http://www.passthecereal.com/">Heather</a> push her stroller o' kids somewhere, flipflops on feet. Heather + flops = Winter is gone. Its official, yo.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=31759718" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Having to hold the PTA meeting tonight with this cold that I caught. I am so not a fan of blowing my nose in public. But I won't make it. And I sound icky.<br />
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Maxi dresses. I do love. Target especially has some awesome ones. But when did did this name get slapped onto this fashion? Because I recall wearing dresses of this length in the late 70's. And several different styles scattered throughout the 90's, and they were just "dresses". Yes, I am that old. And I don't like the word "maxi". Sorry. It reminds me of feminine hygiene products.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a border="0" href="http://tandsdaybook.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac267/sydneypoulton/5329412150_b0ac2a3e1a_m.jpg" /></a></div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-88544194401470204822011-04-13T12:14:00.000-05:002011-04-13T12:14:47.748-05:00I SPY: Neighborhood<div style="text-align: center;">If you have not yet met <a href="http://littlemissmomma.blogspot.com/">Ashley from Little Miss Momma</a>, you should. She's cute, she's funny, and she's real. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And she started this 'I SPY' series. Fun, no? I think so. Something a little different.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So on this beautiful 60 degree day, I grabbed my iPhone and took a 3 mile stroll around town with my pooch, trying not to look like a creepy person whilst snapping phone pix.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Shadows </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-RDZYNA9dQ/TaXV_dVrkcI/AAAAAAAABNQ/nY8bsJ_yCgI/s1600/photo-8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-RDZYNA9dQ/TaXV_dVrkcI/AAAAAAAABNQ/nY8bsJ_yCgI/s320/photo-8.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kids on the playground (my kids school)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW3_dS2pfe4/TaXV9rmCUII/AAAAAAAABNI/NyiR32aJhyA/s1600/photo-6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW3_dS2pfe4/TaXV9rmCUII/AAAAAAAABNI/NyiR32aJhyA/s320/photo-6.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Mama goose who made a nest and laid eggs in the gardens on said playground! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbKpoZn16bU/TaXV4zrvkpI/AAAAAAAABM0/H08zIIpmthQ/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbKpoZn16bU/TaXV4zrvkpI/AAAAAAAABM0/H08zIIpmthQ/s1600/photo-1.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite house in our immediate n'hood. Just adore that architecture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grXna-a2PYI/TaXV-RyJ0lI/AAAAAAAABNM/ec7qshRe8Vo/s1600/photo-7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grXna-a2PYI/TaXV-RyJ0lI/AAAAAAAABNM/ec7qshRe8Vo/s320/photo-7.JPG" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Spring is here! The fountain is alive and outdoor seating is available at the cafe in the village! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVYOiyKpItg/TaXV6HosoHI/AAAAAAAABM8/LEHOymYwF2Q/s1600/photo-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVYOiyKpItg/TaXV6HosoHI/AAAAAAAABM8/LEHOymYwF2Q/s320/photo-3.JPG" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Peeking in at La Reve...the French Patisserie in the village (yum).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qk31lzgQw9k/TaXV7KDnZ8I/AAAAAAAABNA/6BAZARhNnYI/s1600/photo-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qk31lzgQw9k/TaXV7KDnZ8I/AAAAAAAABNA/6BAZARhNnYI/s320/photo-4.JPG" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My favorite stretch of North Avenue (except for the place whose striped awning is sticking out). It houses a yummy Italian restaurant, my favorite consignment boutique, and our regular donut/pizza joint. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Yw4bbz768/TaXV5Vtem6I/AAAAAAAABM4/IvvbxOLY5m4/s1600/photo-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9Yw4bbz768/TaXV5Vtem6I/AAAAAAAABM4/IvvbxOLY5m4/s320/photo-2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, they are weeds. But they sure are pretty weeds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etuquTMGyN0/TaXV8UjQ8YI/AAAAAAAABNE/wU5FwcxuOb8/s1600/photo-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-etuquTMGyN0/TaXV8UjQ8YI/AAAAAAAABNE/wU5FwcxuOb8/s320/photo-5.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you enjoyed the little jaunt through our charming old village! You'd never guess I am 2 blocks outside of the 28th most populated city in the US, would you? I love that we're quite urban, but that its got a small town charm to it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-78355297170494691062011-04-13T09:21:00.001-05:002011-04-13T09:22:10.104-05:00And this is controversial, why?<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/13466784/" target="_blank"><img 544="" border="0" height="400" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/13466784_JyR260VB_c.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px;">Source: <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfmoms/detail?entry_id=86923" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">sfgate.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/ohsuzeq/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Suzette</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I interrupt today's episode of WIWW with this breaking news....</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Pink Toenail Controversy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{also, I didn't take any photos this week. But I did get dressed} </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This morning, on the Today Show, the newscasters talked about this ad and whether or not it was anything to get our undies in a bunch over.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously?</div><div style="text-align: center;">A 5 year old is getting his toes painted pink by his mom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What's the big deal?</div><div style="text-align: center;">People are saying this will scar him for life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He'll be made fun of.</div><div style="text-align: center;">His mom is creating a "gender confused" boy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or even worse...society celebrates and pushes the gender confused boy who wants to "act like a girl."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wait. Let's back up here for a moment, ok?</div><div style="text-align: center;">This child is 5. FIVE. FIVE YEARS OLD, people!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Would it be an issue if it were a girl in that ad, posed in boyish rubber boots with a dump truck and mud on her body?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am willing to bet money on it that the answer is a big, fat "NO".</div><div style="text-align: center;">Its so sad that people get all up in arms.</div><div style="text-align: center;">These are children. They learn through exploring. They learn through play. They learn from society's reactions, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8idQyUo3N-M/TaWwJNzOReI/AAAAAAAABMo/8ivJyh03UlQ/s1600/26102_1388805487624_1456703247_1015804_3630111_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8idQyUo3N-M/TaWwJNzOReI/AAAAAAAABMo/8ivJyh03UlQ/s320/26102_1388805487624_1456703247_1015804_3630111_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqqEGgOliW4/TaWwJVRLh6I/AAAAAAAABMs/LLLuqzF6E-M/s1600/26102_1388805527625_1456703247_1015805_6151238_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqqEGgOliW4/TaWwJVRLh6I/AAAAAAAABMs/LLLuqzF6E-M/s320/26102_1388805527625_1456703247_1015805_6151238_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">As you can see from these 2 (of many over the years) photos, we have no issue with our boys dressing up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MlFS1-a3_4/TaWwoX56ErI/AAAAAAAABMw/8kkxaIOtFwU/s1600/26102_1388805287619_1456703247_1015803_4783804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MlFS1-a3_4/TaWwoX56ErI/AAAAAAAABMw/8kkxaIOtFwU/s320/26102_1388805287619_1456703247_1015803_4783804_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We also have no qualms with our daughter dressing up in her brother's clothes (son: left. daughter: right)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I worried that by allowing them to play as they wish, I will foster "gender confused" children?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heck no.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But if, somehow, my children do end up being gay, I will love them just as I do now.</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-80189444214872283242011-04-10T21:32:00.000-05:002011-04-10T21:32:48.091-05:00{WOOT!} Spring Has Sprung!<div style="text-align: center;">Today we had glorious, beautiful spring weather! </div><div style="text-align: center;">The kind that comes out just to tease you. To get you out of hibernation. To encourage you to clean up your yard from the 'yuck' that winter leaves behind. And to keep you from bolting, reminding you that summer will be here soon enough!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sure signs of spring in Wisconsin:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsxH8Vyb-Uc/TaJg7OsgCtI/AAAAAAAABMU/U2v2rwlz34A/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsxH8Vyb-Uc/TaJg7OsgCtI/AAAAAAAABMU/U2v2rwlz34A/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">children are bathed after a long day of playing outside and getting filthy, especially their feet!</div><div style="text-align: center;">and summer jams come out of hiding.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And to wrap up the day in typical Wisconsin spring fashion, we have to end the day with tornado warnings and storms. Because it wouldn't be spring without it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Sunday!</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-16347198463877785122011-04-09T14:51:00.000-05:002011-04-09T14:51:04.515-05:00Saturday Shout Out!<div style="text-align: center;">Dude (otherwise known in some circles as "mom")...how awesome is this idea?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss223/homespunthreads/crafts/Bored01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i578.photobucket.com/albums/ss223/homespunthreads/crafts/Bored01.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Its the <a href="http://myhomespunthreads.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom-im-bored-fun-diy-im-bored-jar.html">Mom I'm Bored Jar from HomeSpun Threads</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't speak for anyone else, but I certainly can't be the only mom on earth whose kids have a ton of crap, yet still pull the "Mama, I have nuffin' to doooo." or "Mommy, I am bored. Can I play 'lectronics?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think I found a solution.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You say it, you pick one, you do it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Period.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sounds good to me!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Aimee of <a href="http://myhomespunthreads.blogspot.com/">HomeSpun Threads </a>even has a printable download that makes it super-duper easy. So you can use it to embellish your jar and for your 'to dos'!</div><div style="text-align: center;">{She also has a ton of other downloads, too.}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My other plug is this site I recently found just last month</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://holidaysnobs.blogspot.com/">Holiday Snob</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">How can you *not* love it, if not for the name alone!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dot and Gitta's site is relatively new, but they are quickly adding a ton of holiday snobbery to it. I just adore this most recent Easter one:</div><div style="text-align: center;">An Anthro Easter</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c05yoVgzs7M/TZvYo9i0yTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-Tt6H_Lblq0/s320/rabbit1Good.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c05yoVgzs7M/TZvYo9i0yTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-Tt6H_Lblq0/s320/rabbit1Good.jpg" /></a></div>Um, ok. So I may not put forth the effort to make these cookies right now whilst I have small children, because, let's face it, they are totally blissful with a bunny shape that has some colored icing slapped haphazardly onto it. But perhaps if I have an adult occasion? A tea party? We shall see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-48460981923459801652011-04-07T13:54:00.002-05:002011-04-07T13:54:45.798-05:00Thursday's Words of Wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHbmHSlmHks/TZUm7OV1wRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/irqWqaaVcaY/s320/Pigeon_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHbmHSlmHks/TZUm7OV1wRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/irqWqaaVcaY/s400/Pigeon_2.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://lisasroombyroom.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-download-especially-for-you.html">via</a></span></div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-80344158479099265142011-04-07T10:52:00.000-05:002011-04-07T10:52:52.931-05:00Gift Giving- kids or adults<div style="text-align: center;">I was perusing blogs, looking for a gift to give a girlfriend whose birthday we are celebrating this weekend. After Etsy left me feeling confused, I went to Tracie's blog. Between her and<a href="http://www.passthecereal.com/search/label/gift-giving"> Heather</a> and <a href="http://aliceandbridget.wordpress.com/category/gifts-with-love/">Bridget</a>, they are the queens of giving creative, cool gifts that thought was put into. Oh, and <a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/category/birthday/">Tracie</a> and <a href="http://www.passthecereal.com/search/label/birthdays">Heather</a> know how to throw a kids' party. Check it out, yo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't choose a single gift to feature so I'll just direct you to <a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/category/gift-idea/page/1/">the gift section of Tracie's blog.</a> Its blissfully beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/bday-gift-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/bday-gift-04.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">{what little girl would not want to receive this??}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/mothers-day-gift-idea-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/mothers-day-gift-idea-03.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">{all i can say is, "ahhhh." and how grateful would you be if someone put that time into this?}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now I need to get off my duff and go put together a cute gift for my friend!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-50905280428207305432011-04-06T14:08:00.000-05:002011-04-06T14:08:38.625-05:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXqqzaA5bVk/TZy6DGaIY6I/AAAAAAAABMQ/EoqkWmiO1hs/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aXqqzaA5bVk/TZy6DGaIY6I/AAAAAAAABMQ/EoqkWmiO1hs/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-27670825421296611842011-04-05T05:00:00.001-05:002011-04-05T05:00:07.211-05:00Ten on Tuesday<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am 37. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And 1/4. </div><div style="text-align: center;">gulp.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lately, I've been thinking about where I thought I'd be at this point in my life vs. where I am. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Totally different. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Is that common? I'd like to think its common. </div><div style="text-align: center;">For instance, I never, in a million years, thought I'd leave my career to be a stay-at-home-mama and, eek, housewife (that's what they classified me as the last time I went through customs.) But you know what? I wouldn't change it. Nope.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I do have a list of things I'd like to do by the time I am fourty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">40.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shut the door, man.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That number gives me heartburn!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, this is my list:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><b>10 Things To Do Before Age 40</b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;">Scuba Dive</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; text-align: center;">Learn how to tango</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go on a<span style="font-size: large;"> roadtrip</span> with girlfriends</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mardi</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gras</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">, </span><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">baby</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">. </span><span style="color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Mardi</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Gras</span><span style="color: #f1c232;">!</span> {but only if the Rigsbys join us}</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">At least <b style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">start</b> the serious planning of a <span style="font-size: large;">vacation abroad</span> with the kids. </div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Skydive!</div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;">Participate in something like the <a href="http://www.macncheeseproductions.com/FearExpHistory.html">Dance Experiment, Improv Experiment, or Fear Experiment.</a> Or heck, just take a <a href="http://www.comedysportzmilwaukee.com/calendar.html">ComedySportz imrprov class</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buy a pair of<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.lululemon.com/">Lululemon</a> </span>yoga pants. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{seriously. i've tried them on. my booty looks fab in them. as it should for that price. gag}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Learn how to use <b style="background-color: white; color: #783f04;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">power tools</span></i></b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(not a drill. I know how to use that. I mean like <i>saws and stuff)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;">Compete in some kind of </span><a href="http://www.urbanassaultride.com/minneapolis" style="color: orange;">urban adventure</a><span style="color: orange;"> race</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">{ahem. <i><b>AJR</b></i>, are you reading this? There's a reason I linked to MSP :) }</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-1157412762937889192011-04-04T21:50:00.000-05:002011-04-04T21:48:15.871-05:00{repost}That's just the way it works, don't you know?{more words of wisdom from Aidan, orignially posted on 9/06. he cracked me up. old soul.}<br />
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"Sometimes kids lose their manners and they get hyper. That's just what happens. Then you say nicely, calm down. And you don't yell. That's the way you do it."<br />
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"We're just little kids. We can't listen all the time. We're trying."Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31759718.post-38912297565440981282011-04-04T21:45:00.000-05:002011-04-04T21:43:31.379-05:00{repost} Ohhhh. That explains it all.<div style="text-align: center;">{my life 4 years ago. he was a wise one} </div>Aidan: "Mommy. When I turn 8, I will be patient. Because when you are 4 and 5, kids are just not patient. We're just kids."Karrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17171020066462893299noreply@blogger.com0