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Based on the well-established premise that food tastes better outdoors, we set up some summer food outdoors on our tiiiiiiiiiiiiny picnic table. (We were going to grill said food, having ordered a grill from The Internet, but that grill showed up broken and we had to content ourselves with steamed corn. THE HORROR.)

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Having eaten a fair amount of reconstituted backpacking food and peanut butter under the sky, I have had plenty of opportunities to think about this whole food-tasting-better-outdoors thing. However, there have not been nearly enough meals made up of real food (well, as real as veggie burgers can be said to be) out in mosquito territory. This summer, I aim to fix that forever.

It’s not exactly “bucket list” territory, but it is definitely a goal. Here’s to citronella candles, blue skies and more grilled corn than you can shake a stick at. Summer, I’m gonna get you!

 

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Reasons

If you spend any time on the Internet (and clearly you do because look, you’re here) you may have seen a blog called Reasons My Son Is Crying. And if you spend any time thinking on the Internet, you have probably seen some discussion about the site. Lora wrote about it with love and compassion here. Blair Koenig wrote about it here. (And oh, how I appreciate her “what were you thinking?” tone. Because it sounds like my “what were you thinking?” tone, which I use all day, every day, on grown people.)

Anyway, like so many things, I talked to a few people about it, made Raven discuss it with me, thought about it for a few days and then put it in the back of my mind, in the box labeled “Messed Up Things People Do That I Disapprove Of.” (Yes, I allow the labels in my head to end in prepositions. I’m a rebel.)

It had certainly been well relegated to that box last night, when I was having… a bit of a rough time? I dunno, things were just hard or whatever, and I was up too late making cupcakes for my sister-in-law’s birthday, when a pan slipped off its hook on the kitchen wall, knocking an entire full tin of freshly baked (HOT) cupcakes out of my hand and onto our (… not so clean…) kitchen floor.

And I crumbled.

I sat down on the (not so clean) floor and leaned my forehead against the metal cabinet door and I cried. And Raven was perplexed and concerned and I was stormy for about a half hour, even while recognizing that I was losing my shit over cupcakes. So eventually, I calmed down and quit the sobbing and apologized to Raven for behaving like an idiot. He said something about how I didn’t have to apologize to him and I stormed through making another batch of cupcakes.

As I went to get the final tray out of the oven, he called me over to look at something he was looking at on Cake Wrecks.  I laughed at it, as appropriate.

“So, are you going to send a picture of me crying over the cupcakes in to Cake Wrecks for the internet’s enjoyment?”

And I saw the most interesting expression cross his face as he decided to go for it:

“No, I’m saving that for my new tumblr, Reasons My Wife Is Crying.”

Somehow, that fixed everything.

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Thomas Jefferson says…

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“Stop it, Ben, you’re freaking me out.”

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His name is Seamus

Dear everyone,

I am embarrassed to tell you how long it took me to get around to finishing this guy, so I won’t. But this three-eyed pirate amuses me more than most things I’ve made.

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He got mailed off today for a nephew who is about to be six. I have no idea whether he’ll like it or not, but the adults I’ve shown it to have all been amused, so I’m sure his parents will get something out of it.

Another fun thing happened when I posted this picture on flickr, and got invited to add it to the knithacker group. I didn’t realize it until just a moment ago, but that led to the toy being posted on knithacker.com, and I’m only a little ashamed to admit that it made me really, really happy.

So. His name is Seamus the Pirate Captain, and he’s headed to live in California. I’ll miss his silly face, but fortunately, I have tons of yarn and felt around the house, so someone else will have to take his place.

XO,

KW

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Stepgeek?

Dear everyone,

Because of a project Raven is working on, we’ve both started to get into self-tracking, which is a really special brand of nerdery. Or geekery? I’m not sure which is more accurate. Since it is more his project than mine, and he’s been super gung-ho about it, I bought him a tool for this that I actually really wanted for myself – a fitbit. (Holla, Green Canary!) Because I am not wealthy, I figured it would be a while before I got one for myself, but as he played with his, it became clear that it was totally awesome.

So I was delighted and surprised when he came home from work one day last week and said “close your eyes and hold out your hands” and presented me with my very own bit of technological awesomeness.

Now, it’s true that it’s just the fanciest pedometer you’ve ever seen, but not much more than that. Well, it also tracks your sleep through some sort of voodoo that I haven’t figured out yet, and it has a pretty sweet web-based interface that offers graphs and charts of your activity and progress – all of that is super appealing to someone who likes concrete visualizations. So, ok, it’s considerably more than just a pedometer.

But possibly my favorite part is that it allows me to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes – anthropomorphizing things that have no right to be anthropomorphized. You see, when I pick it up after a period of not wearing it – which at this point is only after a shower or after changing my clothes – it greets me with a little message. “Hey ho, Kelsi,” it says. Or “Faster, Kelsi,” it says, perhaps trying to be encouraging. Yesterday, though, when I picked it up, it said “Stepgeek, Kelsi.”

Well. Ok then! It hasn’t called me anything yet today, but it’s 7:45 in the morning and all I’ve done so far is sit on the couch. And although I’ve only had it for a few days, the burning guilt of the fact that my step count isn’t increasing while I sit here on the couch is worming its way through my brain. Which means it’s time to get up and head to the gym, and see what the little bit calls me today.

XO,

KW

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Keeping one’s self entertained

Balloon-blocking hats just got a whole lot more entertaining around here, I-tell-you-what.

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(And, yes, pardon the white yarn I’m using to keep it cinched. I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow to take this picture.)

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