July 31, 2009

Today

I am not talking about food.

I am not talking about food.

I'm not going to talk about the fact that I spent hours (HOURS) yesterday reading Smitten Kitchen and just clicking the "Surprise Me!" link over and over and over and over and over. (Remember this is several hours.)

I'm not going to mention that I went to the library and checked out both Martha Stewart's Cookies cookbook and Dorie Greenspan's Sweet Times: Simple Desserts for Every Occasion. I love to bake.

But I'm not talking about that.

However, I don't know what I should talk about.

July 30, 2009

Original?

On my way home last Saturday I stayed with one of my girls from college, Rach McF. Or Rachel to everyone else in this world.

Yup. She's an apple pi, and a Hot Nut (don't ask) and HILARIOUS.

So, her funny plus my attempt at funny equals two LOUD, DISRUPTIVE women.

That's just how we roll.

We went to the Original Pancake House in Fisher, IN. I think I've seen eleventy-billion Original Pancake Houses in my lifetime. Plus this one was in a new strip-mall-ish thing. That doesn't seem too Original to me...OR House-like for that matter.

Why? Why must you use the word "Original"? Why can't you just be a Pancake House?

Rachel had the chocolate chip pancakes. I believe her exact quote was "I want to get the chocolate chip pancakes, but if they don't have peanut butter, I'm going to need another option."

They had peanut butter. Have you had pancakes with peanut butter and syrup on them before? Is that a Brethren church camp thing? It is literally, steps from heaven. Steps.

I had buttermilk pancakes and scrambled eggs. I love scrambled eggs.

Please take note of my crazy hair. This is because of my tragic hair cut which has yet to be fixed.

The pancakes were yummy. So were the eggs.

See? I cleaned my plate.


Seriously, I love this girl like...whoa.

I have a problem

I have crazy, insane love for doughnuts. Yes, it's true doughnuts. (Or donuts. I've seen them spelled both ways, but I prefer the d-o-u-g-h-n-u-t-s way since they're made from dough. It's like writing tonight vs tonite, I ALWAYS use the "gh".)

Lagrange, Indiana has the best bakery to get doughnuts. They don't have their own website, but they do have a facebook page.

I just like the plain, glazed doughnuts.

But they have bear claws, fluff filled long johns, apple fritters and many other options. And cake (which is DELICIOUS), noodles, sauces, dressings and all sorts of other stuff.

Give me the plain ones and I'm a satisfied, happy girl.

My dad tends to be a bit of an over-purchaser when it comes to doughnuts. I guess I never realized it before.

So when he came home with TWO FULL BOXES, I ate several.

It was my contribution to the cause. I was only doing what I could to help out.

Of course I didn't take any pictures of ME eating doughnuts, but I did get some of other people. I'm nice like that.




mmmm....doughnuts, I love you.

July 28, 2009

My Face

Remember about a week and a half ago, when I thought my skin hated me? No, well it's here.

I was wrong.

NOW my skin hates me.

I'm fried (still). It all happened last Friday in a non-sunscreen-wearing-because-I'm-a-moron incident.

I got all crispy. It wasn't pretty then, and it's not pretty now.

Actually, it's pretty painful.
So, in addition to the pain. I'm red. I'm blotchy. I'm peeling. I got the herp (this is pretty common when I get burned). And, I was told that I look like an oompa-loompa. Just what every girl wants to hear, right?
[that's my forehead]
Please pray for my speedy recovery.

Thank you.

July 27, 2009

Artsy-Fartsy

I like taking pictures (and I may have taken over 500 last week, so just prepare yourself) and I'm avoiding work and studying, but I can't spend that much time posting about stuff, so a quick look at some artsy-fartsy photos I took:


This is my grandpa's sailboat. Isn't it pretty? If I had photoshop I'd erase the umbrella and balls in the foreground.


Early morning mist.


This is the small fishing boat at the neighbor's place. They don't mind that I'm on their pier because they're my aunt and uncle. ( : Family makes good neighbors. (How's the grammar of that sentence?)


This is my first attempt at a jumping silhouette, I was having trouble with the blur, any helpful hints?


I'm exploring angles. I like taking the picture from below, especially when the sky looks like this. I'm also feeding my lingering obsession with hands and feet.


Yup, this is all God. Can you see both rainbows?

July 26, 2009

Flowers

Some early morning pictures of my Grandma's flowers.

They were extra pretty this year, don't you think?














(This one is my favorite.)

July 25, 2009

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Dave!

He's 28. I thought he was 29, but I was wrong. (again.)

I'm making cake.

Remember this one that I made before? Yup, that's the one I'm making again.

Delicious!

July 24, 2009

I'm crispy

I may have forgotten (purposefully) to apply sunscreen. I am crispy, like a lobster.

It's hot.

No, literally, I'm hot, like temperature hot.



I love the sun. Does it love me?

July 23, 2009

hair

I am one of the few people I know who absolutely love their hair.

It's true. It took me about 20 years, but I love my hair.

It's curly, it straightens easily, it's quirky and fits with my personality. Granted, I have bad hair days. I may complain, but isn't that the way all love is?

My hair has been long,

(This was also a few pounds ago. Thank goodness.)

short,


reeeeally short


and normally it's length resides somewhere between the bottoms of my ears and my shoulders.


I recently went in to get a haircut.

I should have known things were bad when she started asking me about getting it cut dry or wet and didn't listen to anything I said.

"Umm...well, I just normally get it cut wet because my curls are different every day." Stylist walks away. She comes back. "I really just want it to be a little funky and fun, I like angles. You know stacked with lots of layers in the back."

"You mean, you want layers?"

REALLY?!? Have you ever seen a bob on people with curly hair? Can you say triangle-head? I can, oh geeze...this girl knows nothing.

So she starts snipping. I say snipping because she was ALL OVER THE PLACE. A little here a little there, "I'm trying not to put any tension in your hair." Really? Is it going to be even? Do you know what you're doing?

"There. What do you think?" She turns me around to look at the back. Well the back looks fine. "Ok, let's get you shampooed."

"But you didn't really blend in my bangs." Which I'd stated that I was growing out because of the mad humidity in North Carolina. "Well, you're growing them out." "Yes, but they need to be blended in in some way." "Oh I'll texturize them."

TEXTURIZE??? SHE CUT MY BANGS. THE ONES I'M GROWING OUT.

I have a haircut where only the backside of my head was touched and I have a short little 'fro of bangs in the front.

It was one of those moments when you think, hmm...I could ask her to do more, but would that be more harm than good? YES. Should I have her...NO, just shut your mouth, try not to look miserable and make it end.

When diffusing curly hair, please do not touch it constantly and then try to lift the hair by pulling one curl at a time out. The result is FRIZZ.

When applying product, please do not place the spray pump, ONE INCH from the head and spritz, thinking that three strategically (random) placed spritzes of this product is enough to combat FRIZZ.

When cutting hair, please cut on all parts of the head, it's 3-D, you can see it from all angles.