Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Date Night

Jeremy and I went bowling on Monday.

Little known Jeremy fact, bowling is a very important sport to him.

In fact, if there ever was a sport in which he excelled, bowling is it. He has his very own bowling ball. Took bowling class. Was on a league. He's pretty much a step away from a pro.

He had asthma growing up, and is incredibly risk averse, so bowling was a safe sport. No risk of injury or asthma attack.

Monday night it was my turn to plan 'Secret Date Night', and so we went to a local restaurant ( for their 'Date Night' special. 2 entrees, a bottle of wine, and a round of bowling for two...$28! This restaurant is the strangest concept, but somehow, it really works. Delish semi fancy food and old school bowling (i.e. no computer scoring). The place was packed.

We ate...
and then we bowled...

I could not believe there were no computers to score the bowling. Jeremy said this was a glaring point of generational difference in our 2 year age difference. I do not remember bowling pre-computer scoring. Jeremy can hand score a round of bowling like nobody's business.

Check out this score card! I had no idea what any of it meant.

However, I would like you all to note the ending scores. Kara is the top number, Jeremy is the bottom number.

Yes, the self-proclaimed-semi-professional bowler, Jeremy, beat me by only 1 point. Or pin. Or whatever you call it. Booya.

Bowling, a totally under-appreciated sport. If you can call it a sport. More of an activity.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Fun with frames

Men, you may not be interested in this one. Perhaps you are. Jeremy thought it was pretty cool. In a more than slightly uninterested until it was hanging on the wall, kind of way.

I have been looking for a way to hang my 'fashion necklaces'. Not the nice ones, I have a jewlery box for that, but the big fun ones, that get jammed into the jewlery box and make everything a tangled mess. I found something for sale that was pretty cool, and then decided to make one myself. Since I had luck with the travel photo project (, I thought I would try again.

I bought an old, solid wood, antique frame (from one of my favorite stores... I sanded it and then painted it white. I added a nail to each side to ensure it was stable as it was certainly not new.

And then I framed my dog. Because he's handsome. And deserves to be in a frame.
I marked of places for the jewelry hooks at 1 inch increments inside the frame....
And then asked my dad to drill small holes on those lines so I could put in my cup hooks (purchased at Target). Thanks Dad!

One by one, I screwed all of the cup hooks into the pre-drilled holes, with my hands. Very easy. A child could do this part.
Put two nails into the wall, align with the picture hanger on the back and...voila!
Lovely, organized necklaces that actually look really pretty on the wall instead of a jumbled mess in a box.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Yup, still giving thanks

I am thankful for the greatest family in the world. Yes, I know you think you have the greatest family, but you would be wrong. Mine wins. Okay, so I'm sure yours is great too. But seriously, if you don't know the story of my very first college experience, I think I should share it with you at a later date, and then we'll decide who has the greatest family ever.

But anyways. They're awesome. And supportive. And ridiculous. And when I'm feeling overwhelmed, like today, they call me to complain about having too much stuffing at our Thanksgiving dinner. And they make me laugh hysterically. (sorry guys, I know you didn't think it was funny, but honestly, I think its about the most hilarious thing I've heard in a long time. really? Everyone is all upset because too many people are bringing stuffing.) They are awesome.
Example: My mom has spent the last month trying to find a new winter coat for me because I'm always cold. Yes, she has searched every store in town trying to find the warmest coat possible. Spent probably 20 hours on this project. All to find me the warmest coat known to man.

Random Thankful item of the day:  I am thankful that puppies grow into dogs. Now this may seem like a strange thing to be thankful for, but I am. Puppies are adorable, here are mine:

Stanley Benjamin Frank age: 6 weeks

Punky Lynn Frank  age: 8 weeks

Adorable, right? But then they turn into dogs. And that is so much better. I'll give up the cute any day in favor of this...

So I'm also thankful that puppies turn into dogs. Because dogs are calm. Dogs do their business outside. Dogs sit on the couch with you for extended periods of time. Dogs can walk a significant distance.

I'm thankful for my family, and I'm thankful puppies grow into dogs.

Have a great thanksgiving! You will find me spending the morning coloring the turkey in the newspaper. Oh yes, my markers are ready. Let the coloring begin.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Giving thanks

There are days when you feel really annoyed with life, and things going on it, and feel less than thankful. And I would be a total liar if I said that I just put on a happy face and remember how grateful I should be. No, I mope, and complain, and wallow. And then, eventually, the people around me bring me back up to a feeling of gratitude.

Case in point: Really crappy week last week. Just some drama. I was an unhappy person. Friends called with sympathy and said...let's get ice cream. Time to bring you out of the aforementioned crappy mood. And as it turns out, ice cream solves a lot of problems. Or maybe it's the people who drag you to the ice cream.

And for this, and others like them in my life, I am so grateful and thankful for my friends.

You know what else I am thankful for??

The perfect chair.

Yes, the perfect chair.

I have been trying to 'complete' my family room at home. We had this amazing chair that I absolutely adore in the room. I swear, if fire struck our house I would leave all other possessions in favor of this chair...
It's my Room and Board Pierre chair. And, I love it with all my heart.

However, as hard as I tried, it just didn't fit in our family room. And there was no space in our bedroom. Until I found this baby....
This lovely chair was discovered at Crate and Barrel. A floor sample marked 70% off because they wanted to bring in a new style. I was in 'chair love' again. I saw the chair in the store and had an 'aha' moment.

My cow chair should go in the living room, the zig zag chair in the family room. And life will be good. And I will be grateful for chairs. For the perfect chairs.
Here she is. The new chair. And the cow chair looks awesome in the living room. Meant to be. Living in chair bliss. And the husband is living in bliss because I am no longer driving him nuts about how the room is not 'pulled together'.

So I am grateful for friends. And chairs.

Monday, November 21, 2011

A Week of Thanks (and turkey)

In case you missed the memo, this week is Thanksgiving! And so...a week of things that make me THANKFUL! I hope you will all take a minute to think about what makes you thankful as well.

I am very thankful for this....
I am thankful for this guy, who likes to have dance parties with our dogs. Singing and dancing to One Republic's 'Good Life', with Stanley Benjamin Frank as his dance partner. (Stan is bizarrely good on his hind legs!)

Not Pictured: Kara holding Punky, also dancing around the room.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Email from my mom

My mom and I were emailing back and forth about a blanket we were purchasing for a family member who recently had a baby. The subject of this email was, "Blanket". After several emails back and forth, I receive this email from my mom:

I have to say that each time I saw the subject blanket, I thought it sounded familiar.  The other night I watched a little of OWN (the Oprah network) where Oprah interviewed Michael Jackson's children with his parents whom they live with.  There is a son whose name is Blanket.  He looks like about 14 or so.  He has longish hair and seems on something but don't quote me. 

Funny name.
Love, me

I love my mom. Seriously. People wonder where I get my random-ness from...this lady. Hilarious. Funniest and most random email I have ever received. This email goes in my "save forever and ever" folder.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

World's Best Egg Sandwich

4 weeks ago Jeremy and I were driving around. Hungry. That is never a good thing. When I am hungry, look out. At the time, I wanted soup. We were driving around in the Minneapolis/Edina area, and stumbled upon the Franklin Street Bakery's new location in Edina.

They had a sign outside that said, "Bakery, lunch". Sounded like a place with good soup. And at the very least, good cookies, so it was worth a shot.

We walked in, and asked what kind of soup they had. Unfortunately, they did not have soup that day. But I was too hungry to leave and go elsewhere, so I stared aimlessly at the wall and saw the following sign.
Now, my mood is not stellar when I am hungry, and so I said, "I guess I'll have the World's Best Egg Sandwich" in a very sarchastic and snotty tone. I stood there, angry and pissed that they didn't have soup. And proceeded to joke with Jeremy about the "World's Best Egg Sandwich" that we were about to eat.

I mean, that is quite the claim. World's best anything. And honestly, at $3.00, I was prepared to have a good laugh over this thing.

We sit down, and 5 minutes later our World's Best Egg Sandwiches arrive. We chuckle, continuing to laugh about this claim. We simultaneously take a bite of our sandwiches, and it was as though the world hit the pause button and birds started to sing. I think I actually shed a tear. A tear of pure bliss.

Turns out, this really is the World's Best Egg Sandwich. No lie. In all the world. You may shed a food joy tear too. It is the most delicious, amazing, egg sandwich you will ever eat. Go now. Get one. Bring Kleenex for the potential food joy tears.

The only downside, they have the smallest water cups in the whole wide world. So the sign should really say, World's Best Egg Sandwich, and World's Smallest Water Cups.
 I am in love with an egg sandwich. We have now gone every single weekend. And every time, it is as good as I remember. It was not a love developed out of pure starvation. It is a true and honest love. A love of an egg sandwich. Go now. Eat one. Thank me later.

Franklin Street Bakery
3904 Sunnyside Road
Edina, MN 55424

Thursday, November 10, 2011

It's been a day. And it's only 9:30am.

5:55am - Arrive at morning workout class at the gym. Pick up my weights, resistance bands etc...set them in my place, and realize something doesn't feel quite right. I look down, and realize my pants are on backwards.

5:57am - Freak out, looking all around, darting my eyes around the room, wondering if everyone is staring at the crazy girl with her pants on backwards. Decide it's too late to go to the locker room and flip them around, so decide to roll with it. Backwards pants and all. Awkwardly tugging at them throughout class.

6:28am - Realize I have a meeting outside of my office this morning, at 8:15, and I have not printed off the necessary materials.

7:10am - Arrive home and remember that our printer is not working, and we don't know how to fix it. So the obvious solution for the past 3 months has been to avoid printing things at home.

8:15am - Arrive at meeting without printed materials because of aforementioned printer ignorance.

8:30am - Customer I am meeting asks if they could have my business card.

8:30am - 8:33am - Scramble through my purse looking for a stray business card as I had just remembered that I ran out in my official business card holder, and in my secret business card stash location in my purse. And am now business card-less.
8:35am - Ask customer if perhaps they have one of their cards that I could borrow to write my information upon. Classy, girl, classy.

9:05 - Arrive at office, go into kitchen to make some toast. Pull out butter from the fridge. Toast pops up from toaster. Open butter to spread on toast. Scream loudly. Butter has turned into a curdled wet mess. Upon second, more calm glance, notice you pulled out cottage cheese, not butter.

And it's only 9:30am. Happy Thursday Kara.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Guest Blogging

Today is a very exciting day. Today, my first guest blog is posted!

Head over to my friend Kristin's blog to see my post while she is out getting married/honeymooning. She has a great blog which, like mine, has evolved over time. It started as she was opening her business, and now has followed her on her path through life. Kristin is great. Read her blog....and now read my post, on her blog!

Busy Bee

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Furniture Shopping

While driving near my office today, I was parked at a stoplight. I looked to my left, gazed at traffic. I blinked. Opened my eyes, blinked again. This was the definition of, cannot believe my eyes.
Yes, this man apparently decided that a scooter is the appropriate vehicle for furniture shopping. I could not make this up. Thankfully the light was red for long enough that I could snap this photo on my phone, or you would never believe me. Yes, he was carrying a chair, on his scooter. Driving down a major street.

Really sir? They couldn't hold your chair until you could pick it up in a more suitable vehicle? That really seemed like a good idea to you? At the very least it should have been a darn cool chair to pull a maneuver like that. It was not.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Daylight savings time for dogs

Dogs Before Daylight Savings time

This past weekend was daylight savings time. If you didn't know that, then you were probably late to work, late to your meetings, and pretty much wrong for the last 2 days. So yea, this past weekend was daylight savings time.

Generally, I think it's one of the weirdest things that we do. I honestly believe that if someone came up with this idea today, they would be called a fool, and there would be a hilarious Saturday Night Live skit about them.

John: I'm sick of all of this darkness, let's just change the time.
Suzy: John, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. The time is the time, we can't go changing it.
John: Well it will be so helpful for my farmer friends if it is light in the morning. So we should just do it, and those the states that don't want to change the clocks can opt out. And then they will have a super weird time zone.
Suzy: You've really lost it. We're going to change the clocks for the farmers? But some people will choose not to do it? And then the time zones will be all off? And they're already weird enough. This is a horrible idea.
John: Let's make it law!

That's how I envision the conversation went down. Or something along those lines. Regardless, it's weird. And dogs don't get it. My dogs have beyond ridiculously normal circadian rhythms, and they fall asleep at the exact same time every night, and wake up at the same time every morning. And so...they too think this changing the clocks shenanigans is bunk.

They were passed out asleep, totally unconscious to the world at 9:00 last night. There was no waking them. We carried them to bed like sleeping toddlers, unable to wake to walk up to bed.

My dogs and I agree, daylight savings time is weird.
Dogs after daylight savings time

Friday, November 4, 2011

Luck has returned

“A farmer traveling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.”
Source: The Lucky Horseshoe

Not to worry, the horseshoe has been righted. I sent the husband a text yesterday saying, "WE HAVE TO FLIP THE HORSESHOE". Thankfully, I married the only person on Earth who thinks that is a normal text message, and by the time I arrived home, the horseshoe had been flipped. Phew! I'm a pretty superstitious person, and nearly drove home in the middle of work when I found out we hung the sucker the wrong way.

I did not want harm to descend upon my farm.

Now I know. Horseshoe is hung like a U. 

And as Oprah says, When you know better, you do better. This too applies in horseshoe hanging.

Horseshoe has been righted.
And on a side note, we took the dogs to a Halloween festival last weekend. Stanley was a turtle, Punky was a French Maid. It was cute. They had a photobooth. Do not tell me we need to have kids, so we don't do crazy things with our dogs. We love our dogs. And when we have kids, we'll still be nuts about our dogs.

I'm still pretty convinced that in a catastrophe situation, my mother would save our family dog before my sister or myself. Not that she doesn't love us, but she would rationalize that we could run for ourselves, and she should focus on the dog.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Rusty Horseshoe

So I bought a rusty horseshoe, and had big plans for it's future.

I brought it home in grocery bag, because that is what they gave me.

I scrubbed my lovely horseshoe to remove excess rust. Clearly you only want cool rust, not gross rust. So I scrubbed and scrubbed....
And waited for it to dry. All to the confusion of my husband. Wondering why I was scrubbing an old horseshoe.
I let it dry for a day, and once dry, skeptical husband asked: "If this was for sale at Anthroplogie, how much do you think they would charge?"  Clearly, he was turning a corner. Understanding the cool-ness of my rusty horseshoe.

I took the horseshoe downstairs to my photo wall. Adorned with photos of our favorite people in life. There was a prefect spot, awaiting my rusty horseshoe.
Note the smiling husband in the mirror. Clearly he is now on board with the rusty horseshoe concept. And has decided it would retail for $32 at Anthroplogie.