Whiskers on Kittens . . .

Here's a few more of my favorite things!
Summery purse . . .

Anything from Anthropologie . . .

Sewing Books!!! I've added MANY fun new books to my Amazon wish list. I LOVE getting new craft books, and I enjoy used just as much as new books.

Taking pictures! My SLR doesn't fit in my pockets . . . French tea towels! Oui Oui!

Raindrops on Roses . . .

Ok, so here's a few of my favorite things right now (not for any reason in particular . . . nothing to do with my upcoming 28th birthday or anything.) You can click on any image for more info . . . This is only the beginning of more wonderful things to come!

Matryoshka Doll Patterns . . . so cute!

I just love the big bow on this bag.

Hans . . . esposita?

Friday Treats

Every Friday morning I give myself an end-of-the-week-treat from Starbucks. I love it. I look forward to it every week. However, for the past 2 Fridays, my day was ruined by a caffeinated latte, when I specifically askef for decaf. You can imagine how jittery someone like me becomes with caffeine.

So this morning, I gave them one last chance. I even changed my order to something super easy. Caramel apple cider with no whip. Easy breezy. I stood and waited for my drink hoping they would take this opportunity to redeem themselves. I watched the barista pour the sweet liquid into the paper cup. In a moment of horror I watched him reach for the whip cream and coat the top of my drink in a long, creamy string of whipped milk (which I am allergic to). He then topped it with caramel as if that would make up for it. I wanted to throw it back in his face, storm out, and call some sort of Starbucks hotline. I did none of these. Although, I didn't say thank you. So ha! I'm sure he understood my extreme discontent from my lack of gratitude.

In response to the tragedy of my past 3 Friday's, I am determined to make my next one count. Time for a new coffee shop. NO MORE STARBUCKS. Say it with me everyone. My husband has disliked them for quite a while, and now I'm taking his side and saying no to chain coffee and poorly understood orders. I feel liberated, free from the need for Starbucks and their comfy shops and low lighting. They think they're so cool. I now disagree.

More Pictorals

More pictures for your enjoyment!

Josie was having fun playing with laundry while I was folding. These may or may not be a pair of Hans me-oh-my's.

Here's my adorable husband with my adorable niece! Aren't they a cute pair?

Here they are again. I have like 11 pictures of them high-fiving. It's fun at every age!
This is right before Hans went to Bali. We looked happy, but we were NOT! (And apparently Hans thinks it's funny to pretend that his wife is heavy. Hardy-har-har.)

2 Months

So it's been basically 2 months since the last time I blogged. Whoops.

Anyhow, we moved to our new place, which is still in process. Turns out our walls are essentially made of rubber, which makes it near impossible to nail into. But we enjoy our neighbors and the area, etc.

I got a new job! I'm working with Hans' Aunt Kimmy in an optical office. I'm really enjoying it! Yay for me! Also, Hans was transferred to the Jamba Juice in Bixby Knolls, which he's really loving. Plus, when we're both at work, we're only 7 minutes away from each other.

Hans went to Bali, I went to Washington, and that's about it.

I've attached some pictures to catch you up on the last few months, since they're WAY more fun to look at than to read my dribble.


This is me and my adorable niece, Josephine in Washington. We're in Woods Coffee, which my sister-in-law is the manager of.

I kayaked on this beautiful lake in Washington.

Left to right: Rachel Hammer, Heidi Weston and moi. We like chips apparently.
Me, Julie, Heidi and Mom at Julie's baby shower. Since this picture was taken, baby Henry Oliver was born!!! Hans and I are heading down to San Diego to see the little guy on Saturday. Can't wait to meet him!
Here we are dancing at Hans' cousins wedding; Hans. The pretty lady in pink in the foreground is the mother of the groom and my new boss. She's got serious moves on the dance floor :)

Exclamation Point

Why do I never blog? Because. That's why.

Hans and I are moving! Although that exclamation point is for the hope of it being exciting, but is hiding my dread of actually picking up boxes, taking them down stairs, loading, unloading, taking them upstairs, and then actually unpacking them. It's a loaded exclamation point. Complicated, like me.