Friday, May 29, 2009
For $219 this adorable 3 bed, 1 bath, 1120 sq ft house has me chomping at the bit. The previous owner was a Parade of Home landscape winner so you know there are some gorgeous plants growing.
We'd have to install air conditioning, or the ear doctor would melt...
Thursday, May 28, 2009
By the end of my scholastic time there I was able to leap up those steps, taking often taking two at a time. I was quite proud of my hard earned ability.
Except, of course for the one time I was running late to class (as usual). It was that day that I learned the lethal combination of cheap rubber flip flops and wet cement stairs. The pain of hard, unforgiving stairs pounding into the small of my back is not an easily forgotten sensation.
So when I was running late to a meeting this afternoon, wearing flip flops and, once again, practically flying down concrete stairs with metal-tipped corners the following thought actually crossed my mind, "Katie. Slow down. If you fell right now this mystery flavored dum dum in your mouth might actually smash through the soft back of your throat and impale your brain."
And so I slowed down. I'd hate to render myself brain-dead at work. How embarrassing....
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Eleanor asked: I've always admired your achievements in education and the success you've experienced professionally. How do you see yourself managing those elements when the Ear Doctor and your family begins to grow?
Katie answered: Thanks so much for your compliment! Doing my job day in and day out it doesn't seem glamorous or admirable in any way. I just come in, do my best and go home to my puppy and my man. And then when I describe what I do to a new friend I'm kind of taken by surprise that little ole me is doing something that sounds so cool.
As far as the future goes, we haven't nailed anything down for our future and what will happen to my career. We've tossed around everything from me going back to work as soon as possible to me stopping work for the next 10 years. It's hard to tell what will make the most sense for us in the future because I just don't know all the variables involved. I have no idea how I'll feel or what sacrifices I'll be willing/able to make.
But I'll tell you this right now: If I do get to stay at home with my babies I think I will feel pretty lucky and fulfilled.
Eleanor asked: Since I met you, years ago now, you've always represented what it means to be grounded. I'm wondering, has there ever been an issue or life question posed that's thrown you off balance?
Katie answered: This is tough to answer. So much of my self-image is wrapped up in being perceive as grounded, successful and smart. Admitting that something has thrown me is a BIG deal. But here it is.
After the end of a hard relationship and in the middle of feeling all alone I wondered if God truly existed. I wondered why I'd chosen to adopt a lifestyle that requires me to be so different from the rest of the world. I wondered if there was a real reason to give up experiences that everyone else seemed to enjoy VERY much. Was I missing out on things for nothing? It was a very hard moment. But one I feel that everyone of faith goes through. A doubt, a wavering moment, a trial of that faith. Without this moment I wonder if I could ever really emphatically claim that my lifestyle is MY choice. It is what I know to be true. It is what works for me. Without this moment of land-beneath-my-feet shifting I might just be living a life that was easy for me. A rut too deep to get out of. A worn path too comfortable to leave.
Now I know. It is true. It is the way.
Eleanor asked: Speaking of transparency, how do you manage being so conspicuous in this open forum of the web? Has it ever come back to bite you?
Katie answered: To be perfectly honest, I'm not quite as transparent as you might guess. I sensor a lot of what I write to make sure I don't offend. I don't use my real full name. I don't fully expose my opinions on politics and I don't often mention my religion. I'm a wimp a lot of the time.
That being said, the amount of myself I share has defiantly bit me on occasion. In the beginning I had a horrible and painful run-in with an old roommate via this blog. I often get mean off the wall commenters who cut me to the quick in 1 little sentence. My delete trigger finger is very quick. I've just learned to take it easy and let things go.
It's actually been a very good growth opportunity to try to see myself and my writing from an outside perspective.
and now for the flip side...
Katie asked: What do you consider your secret, nerdiest trait (besides your undying love for Harry Potter)? What would your hipster friends be surprised to learn?
Eleanor answered: Ha ... oh the things one must hide from hipsters to play it cool ;)
I think I'm surprised when they're thrown off balance by my nerdiness; it's relatively well integrated into my personality. The nerdiest stuff really is related to HP and fantasy, comic books and science fiction. I'm a HUGE Star Wars fan, same with Lord of the Rings. I could watch the entire extended edition of the LOTR trilogy, WITH interviews mind you, on repeat for the rest of my life and not get bored.
I've also gotten reasonably "techy" in the last few years. So, when I talk about coding a website, however amateur I am at it, people do a double take.
Katie asked: What role does faith play in your life? I'm not just talking about faith in some kind of higher being, but faith in anything.
Eleanor answered: This last year has been one big test of faith, and I'm infinitely grateful for it. My relationship to faith is ever-changing, but I've truly learned that my life is dysfunctional without a solid investment in it. I've found it incredibly therapeutic to loose faith at times; it reminds me how unconditional our relationship is. At some point, it always ends up right back on my front door step. And when it does, I step aside and let it in.
Katie asked: Why no comments on the ole blog? Isn't the back and forth between writer and audience one of the best parts of the medium?
Eleanor answered: No, you're right ... you're right. My relationship to the blogosphere is complicated at this stage in my life. I'm a really transparent person, and I've realized that transparency can be as hurtful at times as brutally honesty. So, at one point, I decided that cutting off comments gave me more freedom to move in this space without the immediate repercussions being public as well.
I think I'm growing toward a more sturdy me. And when that Eleanor arrives, I can ignite those reciprocal conversations again.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
But yesterday's post I felt like I really truly understood a bit of what she is going through.
2 years ago I developed Bell's Palsy in the right side of my face. For 3 weeks every square inch of the affected side of my face was painful and droopy. My face looked like melted plastic...no tone, no movement, nothing. I carried a baby washcloth around with me because my eye leaked and drool feel out of the corner of my mouth. And while it wasn't excruciatingly painful like burn recovery is, it was, to me, horribly disfiguring. Looking at the mirror brought stinging tears to my eyes. Tears that would not stay put in my right eye because my dumb nerves refused to feel them coming and command the muscles to tighten up to keep them in check.
I felt horribly ugly and then horribly ashamed because I thought that my looks didn't matter that much to me. But they do. I've never thought of myself as terrifically beautiful and so I didn't know of my own personal vanity.
Waking up and not seeing the same face that you are used to is H-A-R-D. And I don't know if I ever would have really understood that fact until I'd gone through this. Which is probably why Nie's post struck me to the core and made my heart hurt for her.
And while everyone around me says that my face has recovered and they can never tell what happened to me, I can. I see a slight droop on one side in photos. I see a lack of symmetry in my smile. I see looseness in one eyelid that is non-existent in the other.
And it reminds me of that pain.
So, while my ordeal was more like the gestation of a chipmunk than an elephant, I too bear the stretchmarks.
Who would have guessed that such soul satisfying sentiments could be generated at an airport news stand?
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Marta asked: The truth on blogging, what are your thoughts on the subject? What do you look for in a blog to make you read daily? What kinds of thing annoys you (Music; yay or nay, etc.)?
Katie answered: I really like blogging. A lot. I love that my mom can call me up and just launch into a converstaion about somethign she read there. It's kind of hard for me to have converstaions about myself, so its a really easy springboard to get the ball rolling. I love that I can see cute photos of my niece and know how my sister is feeling 40 weeks pregnant.
Katie asked: Were you nervous about how your relationship with Dan would change when Benji came on the scene?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Upon leaving said high school I was about 97.3% sure that I would not be returning for any reunions. Not that I had a horribly terrible experience in high school or anything. I had a great best friend and a nice little click to be part of. But I just figured I probably wouldn't be living in the same place I grew up. I just didn't see the appeal.
But, then 10 years go by and I start to think....well....maybe? I'm pretty happy with how my life is right now and I would love to catch up with said best friend. I might be interested in seeing what other people are up to. I'm not utterly opposed to making a trip of it up to see my wonderful parents. They just put in a new big veggie garden in their backyard and I'd love to see it....
So I actually went to my high school website just to GLANCE at the plans for the event.
But guess what?
There aren't any plans. Not a single person has stepped up to plan the event. Not a single alumni wants the dumb thing to happen enough to send out an evite for drinks or something.
And so now I'm a little ticked off. Me, the girl who was pretty certain she'd never return, is totally annoyed. I mean, not that I would actually pay for a ticket to GO do the thing, but it's the principle of the matter.
How can I prove that I'm way too cool by not showing up if they don't even PLAN anything?!?!?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Michelle asked: What are your three 'most played' songs in iTunes right now, this very second? (This is my favorite question because I believe it's very telling of a person. Sometimes even when someone claims that they only listen to Blink 182, their top song is "Heaven" by Bryan Adams. That's a true story, and the boy we found this out about was so embarrassed.)
The internet is so amazing with how much it makes available to us, it blows me away that I can see the latest designs from around the world, all from my computer in Utah. How great is that? I'd be missing out on a lot without the internet.
In the mail we got a very square, very official white creamy envelope with our names hand-written on the front. The only possible explanation? A wedding invitation.
Slightly confused, I flipped it over to try to determine who was getting married. I thought the only wedding we'd be attending this year was a friend from school who was getting married in August. That would be one on-top-of-it, eager-beaver bride to be getting her invitations out already.
I didn't really recognize the last name...but that happens all the time. I slid my finger under the OUTER envelope flap so I could pull out the INNER envelope so I could pull out the invitation.
After I read the names on the front of the invitation a light bulb flashed. This was the invitation for a woman who I'd spoken to a few times at church. A woman whose daughter I love and teach at our bi-monthly activity days. I knew she was remarrying but I wasn't actually expected to be invited to the event.
Well, I was invited. Which was nice.
But you know what wasn't nice? The little card insert straight from Bed Bath & Beyond telling me exactly WHY I was invited to this wedding. I didn't even have a chance to read through the entire invitation before the noticing that my presence as well as my presents were invited to come to the wedding.
I really hate this trend. It makes me feel like I'm invited for one reason and one reason only.
So my advice is this: Prospective newlyweds: do not put a "we are registered for gifts here" tag in your invitation unless it is 1) well-designed and 2)not glaringly obvious.
If we want to get you a gift we'll be able to figure out where you are registered on our own. Because 80-90% of you are either registered at Bed Bath &Beyond or Target. Plus, you probably registered for the wrong stuff anyway (you do not need 4 ice cream makers...I promise), or all the cool things will be gone, or not available at that store....so we're going to have to use our imaginations anyway.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I was missing the warm pre-summer nights I spent during my undergrad. The nights where I found myself sitting around with a group of people that made me laugh until my sides hurt. The nights were I decided at 10:30 it was the perfect time to walk across my neighborhood to get a cherry Slurpee. The nights I felt little real stress and no real responsibility. The nights that were pretty much mine alone. The nights where I wasn't accountable to anyone or anything.
Then I realized....I was actually in the middle of one of those nights. I was with my ear doctor who, to me, is hilarious. We'd worked together for a couple of hours building a flower planter that was totally unnecessary and frivolous. We decided to make a late, quick run the McDonald's to get ice cream cones. We watched the sun sink down as we walked our dog around the apartment complex. Our bills had been easily paid and our house was clean enough.
And who really wants to be alone or unaccountable anyway?
Monday, May 11, 2009
2. The Saturday morning cleaning-fest that typically overtakes our house was reduced to a cursory 409 spray-down and bread crumb smear.
3. My intent to make delicious perfect from scratch cookies for our party on Saturday night ended just barely alive. I actually served greenish cookies whose dough originated from a yellow plastic encased tube.
4. The hike I wanted to take the dog on? A mere figment of my imagination.
5. The dress I really need to start sewing for an upcoming event next month? Relegated to the bottom of the to do list.
Why did none of this get done? I was so distracted by my LITTLE SISTER HAVING A SECOND BABY!
Yup, Mags had her little baby boy early early early this morning (1:44). Apparently he is 8 lb 8 oz, 22 in, brown-haired perfection. I wouldn't know because NO ONE HAS SENT ME A PICTURE YET!
I can't wait to see his little mug in person on Thursday!
UPDATE: I finally got a phone picture. He's the BEST! They think he may have my sister's dimples!!!!!
Friday, May 08, 2009
Well, last night was not quite as fun.
After not one or two but THREE movies about the dark end of the world/machines eliminating mankind/the environment the trailer for the next Ice Age movie came on. The clip? Our little friend the pre-historic saber-toothed squirrel attempting, as he has been for the last decade, to get that little nut. That nut that is just within his reach, but he is never able to get it.
My question to Hollywood is this: Didn't you notice that we're in a freakin recession here? Don't you know that people are already depressed and a bit scared as it is? Do you really think we need to pay exorbitant amounts of money at the box office to watch an even MORE depressing version of our future? I don't think so.
Can't we just get some happy feel good movies made? Ones where people aren't wearing million dollar shoes but are fulfilled just the same?
Ones where the squirrel actually GETS his nut?
Our money-spot location is shown above in the cross-hatched zone. All the houses I've posted here have been close to the red circle. I've decided to let myself branch out of the little red circle that I've drawn around my search. Certainly there are some cool options outside the circle, right?
Just look at this! Colorado thru and thru. If we lived here I'd bake an apple pie everyday and seriously consider raising chickens in the back yard!
For a mere $165K this 1940's farm house has 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, 1425 sq ft and costs good $100K beneath any house appraised in the neighborhood. That means we could roll up our sleeves and really add some value here!
Plus, can't you just see a couple of rocking chairs and a cute little sleepy Boxer named Roscoe napping on the porch?
Thursday, May 07, 2009
One time I fell asleep in the back of my aunt's van surrounded by all my
cousins. They stuck french fries up my nose.
When I woke up I was so confused why the rims of my nostrils felt like margartia glasses.
Have a non-bodily-orifice-defacing Thursday!
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
First things first, we'd eat breakfast at Lucile's. Soft sugary beignets, huge mugs of thick hot chocolate and a plate of Egg's Jennifer (veggie eggs Benedict) would start the day of right. Not into eggs? Their steel-cut oatmeal will literally BLOW your mind.
Then, we'd spend a few hours strolling the outdoor farmers market a few blocks away. Fresh, organic produce sold by earth-lovin hippies, live music, cute families and dogs everywhere typify this experience.
1. My paper cutter 2. Watching Anne of Green Gables when I'm sick 3. Listening to talks on Ted 4. My microplane zester 5. Dior mascara 6. hot tamales 7. The music of the beautiful Billie Holiday 8. Petro Carbo lip salve 9. Joes Jeans, Muse cut 10. My little wrist bumper for my mouse
And turning the tables....
Katie asked: There MUST be something you can't make...something you're nervous to try...something you've tried in the past that hasn't turned out. Are you brave enough to share your kitchen nemesis? (mine is fudge...I just can't get it right)
Lindsey answered: Oh, there are many, many things I can't make. And even more failures. Want to hear the one I'm the most embarrassed about? Rice. RICE. I can't make it to save my life. My mom bought me a rice cooker last summer. Finally we can eat rice that isn't soupy or undercooked.
My nemesis is saltwater taffy. I made it four times in a row and it NEVER worked. I gave up on that.
I think the failures have helped me more than anything as I have learned (and am still learning) how to cook and bake. We joke at home that I am playing America's Test Kitchen. I even take things over to family for them to review. It's fun. I don't mind the failures too much.
Katie asked: If you could wake up tomorrow morning anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
Lindsey answered: That depends--did I get to sleep through the night? Just kidding.
I would love to wake up in Karmoy, Norway. It's a small island in the North Sea. My great-grandfather grew up on that island and some of my relatives still live there. One runs a chicken farm and his lovely house sits on the coast. I was lucky enough to visit there with my grandfather before he died. I'd go back there in a heartbeat and stay for the summer. The people are genuine. The landscape is gorgeous. The food...oh, the food is so good. And I'd take a dip in the North Sea with the jellyfish. You'd be surprised how warm the water is in August and how many jellyfish there are.
Katie asked: Anyone who has been blogging for a while has some learned a little something about what makes a "good" blog. Are there any concrete things you've changed about your blogging over the years that has made it better? Something someone else could do to help their blog be better?
Lindsey answered: I hope my blog has gotten better over the years. :)
Blogging has changed over the last few years. I started back in February of 2006. It was just becoming all the rage. I didn't realize what blogging even was. I was haphazard and all over the place. It took some time to center on the theme of food blogging. Most of the blogs I read were personal blogs about my friends' kids. There weren't as many lifestyle and food blogs around like there are now. (Or maybe I just didn't know about them.)
My husband bought me a digital SLR for Mother's Day in 2006. I had to sit down and read my manual and learn how to use it properly. That took the most effort and the most time. Pictures are what made people other than my best friend interested in my blog. When I started posting recipes there were no pictures. I started taking pictures. Then I started doing how-to posts. People liked the how-to posts. I don't do them as often anymore because they are really time consuming; though I still love those posts the very best.
I get asked a lot about how to make a blog better. I'm not sure I'm the authority on this, but I'll tell you what makes me want to read one blog vs. another.
*Pictures--they don't have to be magazine quality, I just like something to look at
*Consistency--doesn't have to be daily, just frequently
*Writing--it could be funny, sweet, or sad, but it should be well composed
*Originality--I get bored of blogs that just copy other blogs all the time
*Personality--share a little bit about your life so your readers can get to know you (I could probably do this more)
*Connect with other bloggers--learn from them, link to them, comment, etc.
*Don't post for other people--stay true to yourself. Be genuine and people will be able to see it. This is the single most important thing.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Saturday we decided to head downtown to check out free day at the Denver Art Museum. After arriving we realized it had been way too long since we went on an official "date" together. Scrimping and saving every little copper penny for our big house purchase later this year has put a serious cramp in our style.
(FYI This is a gorgeous pure gold headband that I wanted to rip out of the case and put on my head)
Friday, May 01, 2009
He graduated high school in 1997. The next fall he went to college for a year. I'm not really sure how much actually studying was accomplished in this year. I've heard stories...not a whole lot of hardcore academic learning seems to have happened.
The following two years he spent studying harder than he ever had before and teaching the people of Mexico city about our faith. He returned a changed man. An intellectual. A scholar.
He spend 3 more years working to get his undergraduate degree. And, without taking a single break, started his graduate study the next year. At this point he is finishing up year 5 of graduate school. Which means for the past 11 years my man hasn't taken a single break in his pursuit for higher education.
This morning he admitted that after this year he finally feels like he deserves a doctorate degree in both audiology and neuroscience.
I am so proud of him I could just burst.
Oooh, nuts! I wrote this post on Wednesday and saved it for today, but it appears to have already be pulled back off the market. No wonder, too, becuase it is STUNNING.