Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Shoe love.

I love shoes. I would like to thank the cave men who invented them.

For the vast majority of my life, I purchased shoes solely based on their attractiveness. I paid no mind to their comfort. Comfort was an afterthought.

After hundreds of family vacations where my dad had to stop and find band aids for my blistered feet, and eventually vacations with Jeremy, where he too, had to find bandages for my blistered feet...I gave up.

I decided it was time I considered comfort.

Note I said, considered. Not...selected solely based on comfort. But, I will consider that it should play a role in shoe selection.

And yes, this makes me feel old.

However, this season, a particular shoe is quite popular, and I have fallen in love. It is everything I love in a shoe.
It is preppy.
It is comfortable.
It comes in many different styles and versions of the same comfortable thing.
It comes in Men's and Women's so that Jeremy can enjoy the same shoe bliss that I enjoy.

I think you should go buy them today.

Sperry's...
Jeremy has this man version that is Sherpa lined. He has not taken them off since purchase.

Seriously people, how amazing are these?



A Sperry for every outfit. Just a little shoe recommendation. Buy them now. Thank me later.

Monday, February 27, 2012

ADD

I am not excellent at doing one task at a time. In fact, I am terrible at doing one thing at a time. I have ADD. And I'm not sad about it. It just makes me highly productive. And scatterbrained. But mostly productive.

For example...
Last night:
I wanted to be home so I could watch the Oscars. In fact, I holed up in my bedroom all afternoon finishing the movie, 'The Help', so I could see the Oscars.
It is show time, and while watching the show...
I decide to bake cookies.
And then the floor looks dirty, so I clean the floors.
The plants are wilted, I should water them.
Laundry needs to be folded, this is a good time.
Light fixtures are dusty....must dust them immediately.
I have a picture that needs to be framed, so I frame it.
And when those things are done, and there is no cleaning left to do....
I decide to make a quilt...

No, I do not know how to quilt. I just started sewing. And cutting. And moving things around. We'll see how it turns out. And then I realized, that this quilt basically describes my brain. It is scattered. And colorful. And has a very slight pattern, but not much. But it is bright and fun, and all over the place. Me, in a nutshell.

I considered looking up instructions on 'How to Make a Quilt', but decided that ruins all the fun. It's much more exciting to cut and sew and make mistakes until I figure out how to do it.
I am essentially the only person on earth who believes that is the correct way to do things.

I'm not really sure what I'm going to do with this quilt, but maybe my niece will like it.

A day in the life of Kara.

Friday, February 24, 2012

A few favorites from Pinterest

I love Pinterest. I have mentioned this before. I really love it. One of my favorite things are the fun quotes. So I thought I would share a few on here!
I have this fear basically ever day. Paralyzing...what do I wear, who am I going to see. Do I use an 'A team' outfit, or a 'B team outfit'.


 

Yup. Totally. 



This one happened to me last night. So I didn't go to the store. Way too much work.





 
Totally. 




And this should basically be the motto for my life. Because all I do is wonder, imagine, obsess and generally freak out.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Slip and Fall

On Friday, I was touring a building that I manage with an insurance inspector.
The insurance inspector asked the question: Have you had any claims at this building recently?
I replied with great confidence: Why no, absolutely not. We have heated sidewalks, so people can't slip, we have new carpet, so they can't trip inside, it's a very safe building.
Insurance inspector replies: That's great, happy to hear it.

10 minutes later...

We walk outside as the inspection is complete. I had been holding a to-go cup of coffee from Starbucks. I look at the inspector, thank him for his time, and walk towards my car. I walk with confidence, drinking my coffee, pleased at the way the inspection went.

I stroll to my car, and literally, like a scene from a movie, my right leg flies up into the air, my left arm, holding my coffee, goes flying up in the air, and I land, butt first, on the icy parking lot.

Physically unharmed, pride greatly harmed.

I sat there for a moment, coffee seeping towards me. My head darted around, hoping the insurance inspector was far out of sight before my tumble. I scrambled to my feet as fast as any person could possibly stand. And ran. Literally ran, to my car. Jumping in as though I was being chased. And drove away fast.


Smooth, very smooth Kara.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Airport Band

As previously mentioned, we traveled to San Diego to visit some friends this past weekend. We had to travel separately as Jeremy was arriving from Toronto, where he had been on business.

I arrived around 8:00pm. Departed the plane. Walked through the San Diego airport in search of the baggage claim. While walking down the hallway, I heard some music. As I got closer, the music was louder and louder. A bit foggy from the plane ride, I assumed that it was just loud music, and that was over-tired.

I approach the baggage claim, and it appears that there is a full band in the baggage claim.

But this would be ridiculous, right? A band, in the baggage claim? What would they sing about? Baggage on a carousel?

But oh yes, it was a real live band. On a stage. With chairs in the audience. And people dancing.

And yes, literally singing songs about baggage on the carousel.

I don't know why they had a band. The baggage carousel is one of the most annoying parts of travel, so it honestly just made me annoyed that I was trying to connect up with Jeremy, but all I could hear was a band. And when I tried explaining to Jeremy that the reason for the noise, was the band in baggage claim...he thought I had lost my mind.

The conversation went something like this:
Kara: I'm at baggage carousel #4
Jeremy: I cannot hear you...what is going on?
Kara: There's a band in the baggage claim.
Jeremy: Excuse me?
Kara: Yes, there's a full band in the baggage claim.
Jeremy: Sure, whatever, really Kara? You're going to tell me that there's a concert going on over there..
Kara: Yes, a concert.
And so I took photos. Because I thought nobody would believe me. There was a band. And dancing audience members. In the baggage claim.

 And...the people in the matching outfits...dancing to the band in the baggage claim.

Monday, February 13, 2012

A guy needs a bow tie

We travelled to San Diego for the weekend to celebrate one of Jeremy's best friend's engagement this past weekend. While there, we had a little time to explore.

While exploring we found this amazing dog collar for Mr. Stanley Benjamin Frank. He's going to look so handsome!

Photos of Stan in his new garb to follow.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Mixed bag

I was looking though our bathroom drawers last night trying to find something, and I came across something in Jeremy's 1 drawer. Yes, I have 3 drawers, he has 1. Seems fair to me.

His drawer is filled with his everyday bathroom products like, toothpaste, soap, shaving cream, razors, etc...and then this bag. This bag, was located in his 1 bathroom drawer. The 1 drawer that he uses multiple times, every single day.  I pulled the bag out of the drawer to investigate, as I thought I saw some strange things inside.

It was a large ziplock bag filled with the following items:
 
Yes. You are reading that correctly. 
  • 7 Kippot (In case you don't know what a kippah is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kippah)...no we do not go to Temple often.
  • An 8 year old cell phone. 
  • Expired sinus medication
  • Shoe Polish
I think this blog post speaks for itself. 

So, I will just pose one question that I wonder the most...
1. How did these items wind up in the same bag together?  

When I bag things together there's usually an organization scheme...I'll put all of my office supplies in a bag together, or crafting supplies, or medication. There was clearly a a plan involved in the packing of the aforementioned zip-lock, as there are 7 kippot from various stages of life in this bag (1 from our wedding, one from my sister's wedding, one from his USY trip in high school, one from a friend's wedding). 
It's obviously his, place for kippot. 
Duh, put them in the bag with the old cell phone. 
And the expired Nasonex. 
Clearly.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Happy Birthday Papa!

I'd like to think my Grandpa (aka Papa) is reading this blog post, but, alas, he never really took to computers. My grandparents bought one once, an Apple IIG. It sat in their laundry room. In the box. For approximately 10 years. Yep, they bought it and never took it out of the box.

However, my adorable, amazing Papa celebrated his 90th birthday this past week, and that deserved a blog post. My Papa has done a lot of amazing things in his 90 years, but there's really just one thing that is most amazing to me and my cousins. It's a little game he invented some 30 years ago.
A game called "Socks".

In my grandparents old house they had this big spiral staircase and on one side of it was a brick wall.
As a visual, it looked kind of like this, but cooler and less creepy...
My grandpa would do the laundry, and he would match his socks up and roll them in a ball like this...
We would take the sock balls out of the laundry basket and throw them at the brick wall behind the spiral staircase.
About 10% of the time the socks would stick to the rough texture of the brick, and stick to the wall.
My Papa would then run up and down the stairs catching the socks that we threw at the wall, some sticking, and causing him to jump and climb until he could get them off of the wall, and others falling to the ground.
He would run up and down the stairs, after our barrage of socks, and we would stand at the top laughing like crazy.

And this would go on for hours. By the time my parents arrived to pick us up, my Papa was literally on the floor with exhaustion from running up and down the stairs in pursuit of sock balls. But he never told us to stop. Nope, he just kept running up and down the stairs after the socks.

Last night we celebrated his 90th birthday, with his favorite thing in the world. Chocolate.
Chocolate cake to be exact.
And gifts of hershey bars, chocolate kisses, chocolate turtles, orange slices, circus peanuts, and other 'Papa favorites'. Yes, he's 90 years old and is still absolutely addicted to sweets. Clearly that runs deep in our blood.

Happy Birthday Papa!!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Oh Canada

I am just on my way back from a weekend trip to Toronto, Canada. It was a great trip, what a fantastic city. The people are great, the flight (from Minneapolis) is short, the food is fantastic, the shopping is expansive and the weather...cold.

We shopped...and did not buy this hat. Although the Canadians seem to love them. They're everywhere. Everywhere but my suitcase that is.

We ate...

We toured the city...

We found this store...Jeremy wished it existed in the US...

All in all, a great weekend! I highly recommend Toronto!

However, I do not recommend the hat demonstrated below.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie

Some people spend their lives searching for the meaning of life. I on the other hand, have been blessed with this knowledge already. I knew the meaning, but had not found the key to it. Until yesterday. Now I have found it...

The perfect chocolate chip cookie.

Yes folks, that's what life is all about. You heard it here first. Maybe life really is just about a perfect little cookie. Well in my world it is. And my mom's world too.

And because I love my blog readers. And because I hate secrets. I will share it with you.

Make them, enjoy. Try not to eat the whole batch. Enjoy life.


  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoon corn starch (yes, this sounds odd...but it is the KEY ingredient)
  • 1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
  • 2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 cups (12-oz. pkg.) Chocolate Chips (I prefer milk chocolate...or you can use chocolate chips AND m&m's as pictured above)
  • PREHEAT oven to 370° F.

    COMBINE flour, baking soda and salt in small bowl. Beat butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar and vanilla extract in large mixer bowl until creamy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in flour mixture. Stir in chocolate chips. Drop by rounded tablespoon onto parchment lined baking sheets.

    BAKE for 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown on the edges. Cool on baking sheets for 2 minutes; remove to wire racks to cool completely.