The first is Things Rachael and I Argue About.
While it's baffling to read the accounts of daily interaction between these roommates (yes, roommates, not his girlfriend, not his ex-girlfriend -- roommates), I think we've all known a person who we can see fitting nicely into the role of Rachael in these scenarios.
Another, which is more of a one-time read, is Guidelines for Cats.
For anyone who has ever owned or been near a cat (even if you hated it) this is like the kitty behavior bible they all must read.
Both have provided me with some entertainment in the last few days when I've been on hold and such, so I thought I would do the kind thing and share.
Enjoy!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Crrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Saturday was a busy one. I got up, got some work done and headed out to my sister's to do some extreme cooking. I got back and continued the cooking, making soup and cupcakes for my L.A.-bound brother's farewell dinner. Finally, around 11:30, I sat down to watch Tina Fey do a spot-on Sarah Palin impersonation.
Not long after I sat down, I heard this "creeeeeeak."
I looked out the window and, through the dark and rain, saw taillights. So, I just assumed it must have been the car cutting through the parking lot next to our house running over a plastic bottle or something.
About three minutes later the loudest, most thunderous "CRAAAAAAAACK!" and I was sure the giant tree next to our living room was crashing into the house, destined to crush me. (It's amazing the thoughts that can go through your head in 1.2 seconds).
I yelled for Dan and ran into the bathroom. Not to the back of the house, away from the tree, but to the bathroom, on the other side of the living room, which makes no sense at all.
Once I realized the tree didn't actually crash through the roof, I ran into Dan's workroom in a panic and we headed outside. This is what we saw from our front porch:
A giant portion of this huge tree fell directly over Dan's Jeep, which was parked in the driveway. And when I say over, I mean over. It was hovering over his Jeep and on all four sides of it, but didn't actually come to rest on the Jeep and doesn't seem to have done any actual damage.
He backed through all of the branches to get his Jeep out of there. At the time we didn't know that that branch was still barely attached to the tree, so we weren't really sure what was going to happen.
But, he got it out and everything seems OK. The landlord is getting a tree service here first thing in the morning and we're trying not to take it as some kind of an omen. :)
Not long after I sat down, I heard this "creeeeeeak."
I looked out the window and, through the dark and rain, saw taillights. So, I just assumed it must have been the car cutting through the parking lot next to our house running over a plastic bottle or something.
About three minutes later the loudest, most thunderous "CRAAAAAAAACK!" and I was sure the giant tree next to our living room was crashing into the house, destined to crush me. (It's amazing the thoughts that can go through your head in 1.2 seconds).
I yelled for Dan and ran into the bathroom. Not to the back of the house, away from the tree, but to the bathroom, on the other side of the living room, which makes no sense at all.
Once I realized the tree didn't actually crash through the roof, I ran into Dan's workroom in a panic and we headed outside. This is what we saw from our front porch:
A giant portion of this huge tree fell directly over Dan's Jeep, which was parked in the driveway. And when I say over, I mean over. It was hovering over his Jeep and on all four sides of it, but didn't actually come to rest on the Jeep and doesn't seem to have done any actual damage.
He backed through all of the branches to get his Jeep out of there. At the time we didn't know that that branch was still barely attached to the tree, so we weren't really sure what was going to happen.
But, he got it out and everything seems OK. The landlord is getting a tree service here first thing in the morning and we're trying not to take it as some kind of an omen. :)
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Knitting for change.
OK, so the knitting had nothing to do with Obama, change or wanting change, or needing change for a dollar.
But last night I had to cover Barack Obama speaking at North Farmington High School. The only problem? Press had to arrive about 2 1/2 hours early. One of the Secret Service agents searching my bag found my knitting (with wooden needles so as to not set off any detectors) asked, "Expecting him to be boring?"
I responded, "Not at all, when he starts in two and a half hours."
My two competitors and I took our spots behind the media barricade on the floor when we noticed they put chairs up on the balcony behind us for overflow press. We decided it would be a better vantage point and moved up there. It was perfect. Obama's press entourage took up more than the space below, so it was a wise choice to move regardless.
Although at first I kind of dreaded the circus I thought it would be, I actually got in and out quite easily. It was an interesting night, an interesting event, and no doubt a snapshot in history (in a way).
And to top it all off, I got quite of bit of knitting done on one of my custom orders done before it started.
Click HERE to read my story.
Click HERE to see what's been added to my Etsy shop lately.
Kirsten
Monday, August 18, 2008
A big month
Hard to believe it's already closer to the end of August than it is the beginning...
It's been a busy one. Always a busy month for birthdays from all sides, Dan turned 32 on the first and I hit the big 3-0 on the 12th. After celebrating in '70s style with my fam the week before, Daniel invited friends over on the 9th to celebrate with a little more debauchery and a lot less children.
There was beer, cake in my favorite colors of black and white, sparklers and far too much Dorito dip. It was a great party, with my work and social lives meshing in equal parts.
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(Not a day over 29)
It's been a busy one. Always a busy month for birthdays from all sides, Dan turned 32 on the first and I hit the big 3-0 on the 12th. After celebrating in '70s style with my fam the week before, Daniel invited friends over on the 9th to celebrate with a little more debauchery and a lot less children.
There was beer, cake in my favorite colors of black and white, sparklers and far too much Dorito dip. It was a great party, with my work and social lives meshing in equal parts.
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(Not a day over 29)My birthday bash also proved to be the last party at "The Manor" as many have known to call and love it over the eight years Dan has lived there. We've already moved a handful of boxes (and by "we" I mean Dan. He called me out tonight on carrying a single binder and a football tonight). The U-Haul trailer is reserved for Saturday, when we officially leave Ferndale and become residents of Royal Oak. We can't wait.
In fact, we couldn't wait. We got the keys last Friday evening and late Friday night we decided to camp out over there. We grabbed our futon mattress, some sheets, a candle, some easy food, whiskey and a computer stocked with TV shows and headed over for a little sleepover in our new living room.
Our super shaded house was nice and cool -- almost too cool. Maybe we won't even be needing our new central air. But the extra counter space? You know I need it! I can't wait to cook in my new kitchen and entertain in the new house -- it's much more appropriate there than The Manor. Not that I won't miss The Manor, because, in my own way, I will. But I'm ready for the new house and our new adventure.
In fact, we couldn't wait. We got the keys last Friday evening and late Friday night we decided to camp out over there. We grabbed our futon mattress, some sheets, a candle, some easy food, whiskey and a computer stocked with TV shows and headed over for a little sleepover in our new living room.
Our super shaded house was nice and cool -- almost too cool. Maybe we won't even be needing our new central air. But the extra counter space? You know I need it! I can't wait to cook in my new kitchen and entertain in the new house -- it's much more appropriate there than The Manor. Not that I won't miss The Manor, because, in my own way, I will. But I'm ready for the new house and our new adventure.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Two years in the making...
Two years ago, Daniel submitted an article to TapeOp Magazine -- geared toward the technical side of music recording and production.
He interviewed musician Adam Franklin, former front man of one of Dan's favorite bands of all time (if not the favorite) Swervedriver, who's now a solo artist also.
He originally submitted his interview, along with amazing photos shot by his friend Matt Nistor, a truly amazing photographer.
Dan posted a blog over on Wingstroke about how the article came to be -- check it out HERE. Though it's not online yet (but you can see the magazine and the fact that it's listed on the over at the TapeOp site), if you go into the fan forum Dan links to in his blog, one of the band's fans scanned it in and posted it.
I'm so proud of him and I'm so glad it finally ran!
You can check out some of Adam Franklin's music HERE. I especially like "Morning Rain" and "Seize the Day."
Sunday, August 3, 2008
30
My birthday's not for another week or so, but in honor of my 30th, Cousin Jeff threw me an awesome 70s-themed bash today, complete with Charlie's Angels on the tube, ABBA blaring out of the speakers, fondue and macrame. What more could a girl want, right?
Many of my family members dressed up in their own (yes, even my mom still had some old plaid maternity pants) or newly-purchased garb from Salvation Army. I went as my mom -- I had a T-shirt made to look just like one she wore to a picnic just before I was born. She had really short hair in 1978, so I just pulled mine back. Someday, perhaps when we unpack our belongings at our new house in a couple of weeks, I will find the photos from that picnic way back when and can do a side by side comparison.
In the meantime, here are a few shots of my whacky fam, in all their glory. While everyone contributed something, Cousin Jeff was really the genius behind it all -- he's the one in yellow.
Many of my family members dressed up in their own (yes, even my mom still had some old plaid maternity pants) or newly-purchased garb from Salvation Army. I went as my mom -- I had a T-shirt made to look just like one she wore to a picnic just before I was born. She had really short hair in 1978, so I just pulled mine back. Someday, perhaps when we unpack our belongings at our new house in a couple of weeks, I will find the photos from that picnic way back when and can do a side by side comparison.
In the meantime, here are a few shots of my whacky fam, in all their glory. While everyone contributed something, Cousin Jeff was really the genius behind it all -- he's the one in yellow.
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