happy mother’s day!

the new york times says this is the best day for restaurants. they do the most business on mother’s day. makes sense since i just tried to get a reservation at duarte’s in pescadero and they are of course booked. duarte’s is best known for their artichoke soup and if you’re in the area, you should visit.

so we’re packing a boxed lunch and headed to the beach since my mom said all she wanted to do was walk along the ocean. done!

i moved some furniture this morning and got ride of my particle board falling apart desk. i am now sporting a much smaller, much curvier, much more sexier desk. it has shrinked my work space but is forcing me to purge a lot of stuff. next up - buying a printer.

it’s a glorious sunday. happy weekend.

sushi and friendship

sushi, originally uploaded by k_a_t.

this is a crappy photo. but the sushi was damn good. you have your philadelphia roll on the left. and then the baseball roll on the right. which is heaven. it’s crab, salmon, cream cheese and then deep fried.

anything with cream cheese and deep fried is going to be delicious.

i had such a nice time chatting with jack over sushi. we talked about love, new love, friendships, work, moving to the bay area.

it was really nice to see a happy jack chat about his new lady friend and see that honeymoon glow of his. awwww. and i tried to convince him to move out here but now he has a lady friend to think about and well. yeah. nice try!

we also had a good conversation about friendship and close friendships and i told him how lucky i feel to have lpaul close by and although i don’t get to see her as often as i hope, the knowledge that she’s close by is enough.

good conversation over good food is always a pleasing combo.

there was the added bonus of our train ride with a random girl who kept playing ringtones on her phone out loud and singing and saying, “oooh girl! that is MY SONG!” this happened repeatedly. there was a lot of eye rolling.

and i gave him a book list of barbara kingsolver because the man has not read ANY kingsolver and to be a friend of mine, you have to read the bean trees and meet taylor and turtle. i mean that’s a given. it’s like a secret handshake.

nope. not knocked up yet.

double sigh.
seriously. what is going on in the world. i am officially not wearing my (lovely) jcrew empire shirts. because today at whole foods, when i was nice enough to sample the fruit juice (while everyone else was passing by) the woman behind the table asked me, “how far along are you?”

WHAT.
twice my friends. twice now.

and i looked at myself in the mirror this morning and i have been reassured by all coworkers, i don’t LOOK pregnant. so what gives world? why? WHY?

ladies and gentleman, let’s just be clear. it’s never. NEVER. EVER okay to ask someone if they’re pregnant, how far along they are, when they are due, or making any visual references to their belly.

i gave the lady a very bold stare and “yeah…i’m NOT pregnnat” and she was visibly embarassed. and i did NOT buy a juice after having her stupid sample.

the julian mullet.

sit., originally uploaded by k_a_t.

coined by reese and nate.

business in the front. PARTY in the back. holla!

on my mind.

post graduation, originally uploaded by k_a_t.

i love this photo. i recently reconnected with jaime in the last few days and found out he’s engaged. which is a surprise to me because he was the most cynical, the most unsure about marriage and relationships. i have evidence because i have him on a tape talking about marriage. hmmm. perfect for an engagement gift? probably not.

i emailed lisa today with the words “THONG LADY” and she totally knew who i was talking about. i love that.

i’m usually good at keeping dates in my head but there’s too much going on right now. so i had to write everything down.

5/7 - dinner with jackson
5/9 - stanford vs. cal baseball game
5/10 - mother’s day
5/13 - dad’s birthday
5/14 - aunt’s birthday
5/17 - emanuelle’s 1st birthday party
5/20 - 5/24 - erik in canada
5/24 - 5/26 - ann marie visits
6/1 - 6/6 - markus and wife jill in san francisco
6/7 - swap shit stuff party at lisa’s

if i had twitter…

(but i really don’t need ANOTHER online distraction in my life…)

i’d tell you that i am currently:

*eating rice krispie treats.
*Q&A testing rice krispie recipes on the production site. (don’t i sound like a fancy engineer?)
*watching the hills in the background.
*looking up bridesmaid dresses for stephie jo’s wedding next summer. it’s going to happen.
*IMing with jane about the awesome prank that we (WE not just ME) pullled on her while she was in vegas. it was AWESOME.

game over

ooh! see under photos on the right, that first photo? at the top? click on it! it’s a link to video! video on flickr!

(aw. sharks lost.)

anyway. this is a recap of jack’s awesomeness at getting 78 points in one round. basically. game over. a few funny things:

1. jack happy dance.
2. erik says “that’s disgusting” at one point.
3. jack laughes.
4. jack zooms way too much on lpaul’s face.
5. i swear. at jack. it’s not personal. but scrabble is where i get verbally abusive. i can’t help it. english major and all.

erik also got a few points for “boner.” that’s all.

liar liar pants on fire

i’ve stopped telling RB the price i’m paying for clothes. he likes to play the guessing game because he thinks he’s good at it. so i just lie. really it works out to a 50% less equation. if he guesses correctly at say $60, i lie and say less.

i don’t do it just to lie but really to save me from the “you spend how much?! it’s so thin - not even worth how much you spent!” as if the more money i pay, the warmer the clothes should be.

the only time when i do tell the truth is when i do in fact get something on sale.

but i’ve learned that with my ever growing jcrew love affair, i need a necessary white lie to avoid the “return it.” conversation.

cringe-worthy, please let me melt into a puddle right here

i was reading real simple on the train today and they had readers write in with their beauty disasters. it was like seventeen magazine for grownups.

as i was reading i was reminded of some of my own horrible beauty moments…

when i was around 7 i was very conscious of my big thick eyebrows, i had absolutely no idea what a tweezer was. but i knew what a razor was! so i took my mom’s pink daisy razor and tried to shave part of my eyebrow. kind of a macgyver job. i succeeded in shaving half of one of my eyebrows. and then i realized what i did. and stopped. so i essentially had 1.5 eyebrows on my face and some stubble as the hair grew back.

or how about the time when i was in 8th grade and it was “promotion” aka graduation and i had mistakenly used a new razor (see i was now using a razor properly) and promptly had huge, and i do mean HUGE cut/gashes on my legs. and of course promotion was all about short girly dresses and bare legs. AND since i was a student council geek, it was my job to lead the entire class and parents and families in singing america the beautiful (already a humiliation within itself). so not only was i forced to sit in a chair in front of EVERYONE (perk of being a student council geek) i then had to stand up and sing in front of everyone. with huge bandaids on both legs.

i think that’s when i really mastered the art of shaving and haven’t nicked myself since.

hey day. it’s me.

sometimes i need to tell that to myself to bolster myself for a long day of work. i’d put my hands on my hips akimbo style but in the presence of coworkers it would be embarassing.

so i just picture it in my head and repeat it like a mantra.