Tuesday, July 19, 2011
a trip to minneapolis
...in the summer time. Apparently, in the winter, it is death. So says my friend, Elle Park! :) Getting to see her and hang out with her every day was a huge bonus of the trip. It was so nice to do quick roams around the city with an old friend, and I was grateful for our time together.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Texas Beach
















we're always pulling rusty out of bushes!





And something to take the edge off..

Have a great weekend, alls!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
a boat ride to say goodbye
On a beautiful and clear day, we took a boat out to sea to say goodbye to Ken's grandfather. It was lovely and simple, and there were dolphins. I think it was pretty much perfect.
Friday, July 8, 2011
sneaky peeks
It's still a work-in-progress, meaning I haven't been able to do a lot of things I have brewed up in my head, but I think we'll keep it like this for a while. In a complete contrast to our old place, I love the simplicity, the high ceilings, and whiteness. Here are a few peeks:

Our bedroom

The ever growing wall of things i consider lovely

Can you spy green bottles, an open cabinet, and our marriage certificate?

The black living room

I love this glass table, yay craigslist

Oh, hey Rusty!

We need to restock. Also, i am looking for the perfect sized black chalkboard to fill into that frame above the bar cart.

Elephants, leopards, cigar boxes and Julia Child, oh my!

Rusty's new bed! He likes ice cream.

We only have one window. It's huge (floor to ceiling), but there's only one. And it's Rusty's.

A few of my favorite books. I know these books so well i can pretty much tell which are which without looking at the binding. Also, aren't all the different shades of white, ivory, beige, and yellow paper so lovely!
Okay, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed the sneaky peeks...maybe more later!
This is mostly an entry about how I go to the bathroom a lot.
Today, at work, I walked into the bathroom and thought, 'Oh no, not again', thinking that I had walked into the men's bathroom, because yes, that does happen to me more than it should. In my defense, the difference between the man figure and woman stick figure on the bathroom doors are not that distinct, especially when one is not paying much attention. So, mostly due to lack of attention, I end up walking into the men's bathroom once in a while. My surprise and mortification is usually the same amount, no matter how many times it happens, although sometimes I find it hysterically funny to remember the reaction of dudes looking up to find a girl sauntering in. Today, I thought it happened again and felt mortified for half a second because it is especially embarrassing for it to happen at work, because, it just is! But then I realized that the man who I thought was a man, was not a man, but a woman. And felt relieved, but then also confused.
Don't' worry, this is not an entry about gender or sexual orientation or anything like that, I just felt that I should share that story to get across the following things: 1) I go to the bathroom, a lot. More than I'd like to. I think that's why I end up walking into the wrong bathroom often. If the chance of walking into the bathroom is about 5% for the normal person, who goes to the bathroom, let's say, 3-4 times a day, the percentage would increase for person like me, who goes sometimes 7-10 times a day, no? So it's not just my lack of attention, it is statistics. I have to remember to tell this to Husband the next time this happens, because I suspect he secretly thinks I do it on purpose. 2) I have been eating a great deal of fruit recently, which makes me feel super pleased with myself. Mostly blueberries and watermelon, because a good watermelon is heaven on earth and blueberries are the superfood, if you haven't heard. Fruit and sun are my elixir, my mana, and somehow it gets my endorphins going, too. Today, I've eaten mangos (on a summer salad), watermelon, blueberries, and peach. And guess what! Fruit has a lot of water, thus, bathroom. (My other favorite thing to slurp up is sushi, and I am so excited about getting some of them fishies in my belly later tonight with Husband, Do I need to live in a tropical climate, or what?). 3) I find it fascinating, and also sad, that I cannot get through the work day now without 1-2 cups of coffee. Coffee, diuretic, enough said.
Moving on, from and out of the bathroom, to my desk at work, at which I sit for about 8 hours, five days a week, and the place where I frequently think to myself how my body is not happy about this, what so ever. I am grateful, for the job, for air conditioning, for a comfortable chair, and a desk on which to place all my snacks. But isn't there something strange about a person spending forty hours (or more) a week, sitting and staring at a screen? Isn't there? All other things aside, maybe frequently walking to the bathroom is ultimately going to be good for facilitating extra movement during the work day (see how I worked it in, see?). Or maybe not. But at least it is summer outside! Which means I can take walks outside during breaks to stretch my legs, and we (husband, me, dog) can do things like bounding and sit-ups and push-ups after work (we do the work-out, rusty just runs around and hides in bushes), at the green field of the architecture firm across the street from our new place, and also across the street from a strip club (Yes, yes). It also means weekends hold possibilites of things like visits to the river, sand volleyball, camping trips, and the beach.
All this to say, I am SO glad that it is Friday, and I am so looking forward to this weekend with Husband and dog and sleep and fruit and sun and friends. Summer, I love you.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
all these rambings
I already have boxes of journals (some of which I've had to get rid of - partly because of the sheer embarrassment and partly for the need of space) and don't feel like adding to that pile. I used to scribble down all my dark secrets, because I couldn't help myself. But then I realized that secrets change, and found myself screening my scribbles and it wasn't nearly as fun anymore. Still, once in a while, when I feel like I may burst with the misery, only remedied by a good write, I write until my wrists seize up, and then I immediately tear up the paper to shreds, feeling quite satisfied nonetheless.
I may have cursed myself. or maybe I was blessed, with this insatiable need to be fully alive and aware, as much to my ability as possible. I am learning a peace in spite of the fact that the process is long journey, but I am also wrestling with God, and I can tell that my tone is starting to get a little bit more indignant. Why? When? How? WHAT? And there is silence, except for the fact that there is this little munchkin of a plucky spirit living inside the city of my mind, standing in the tower, shouting that C'mon Christine, you know everything is going to be alright. I don't know how the spirit got there or why it has so much hope, but even in the darkest and most doomsday of moods, it's hard to ignore that annoyingly reasonable voice. Truth wins.
I can't, but I must, put into words all the things that are brewing in my mind. It's still weak and yet still so prone to beat up the heart, so I must take care to tease out the string of thoughts without shattering them into the black hole of my laziness. Since I am so very tired, I will stop now, and start up again another time with the same kind of resolve, I hope. A good cry, a bowl of watermelon, and snuggling up to my sleeping husband will have to do for now.









































