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Update and Randomness

So, I know it’s been awhile. For the three of you (if any) who may be regularly following me, sorry ’bout that. I haven’t had any crafts to post about lately because all the crafts and designs I am currently working on are surprises for other people/designs that are not ready to be released yet. So, in order to keep you entertained/keep things rolling/prevent me from talking to myself (out loud, anyway), here’s a collection of random thoughts I have been having lately:

  • Jell-o Jigglers are infinitely better than regular Jell-o. You should make them sometime soon to remind yourself. However, do not transport cut Jigglers in only a piece of Glad Press-n-Seal. That shit does exactly what it says, man, and you’ll smash the Jigglers trying to madly tear into the wrapping. When the edges of the wrapping get lost from sticking together so well, it’s murderous.
  • One child on the way does not necessitate the immediate purchase of an SUV or minivan. Stop trying to tell me it will, it’s pretty infuriating. If you are already in the market for a new car and you plan on having 3+ of kids pretty quickly, it’s very financially practical to skip a new sedan and go right to the larger vehicle. If you live in a snowy, mountain-y area and need the 4WD and heft of an SUV, you should probably already have one. If you have, like, 75 Great Danes you need to cart around, a lage vehicle makes sense – but it doesn’t involve having kids, so I guess that is irrelevant here. Anyway, has everyone forgotten how our parents would shove, like, 4 of us in the back of a Ford Escort? Some cars can’t fit 3 car seats, different requirements now, I get that. But only ONE kid? “Oh but there’s so much you need to carry”? Eff that. What you need is to clean out your trunk and carry less shit. Strollers are big? No one told you to buy the huge one. You need room for groceries and a stroller? Use the back seat too. There’s also a diaper bag? Those are big purses, not full-sized adults. I once packed for a 10 day trip to Europe/Mediterranean cruise in solely a 1.5 x 1.5 x4 duffel bag, and for one week overseas packed in a high school backpack. I am fully confident I can fit the three of us in my hatchback Prius. I’m not going to go from 47mpg average to 18mpg and pay an assload for gas just so I can carry extra shit I won’t need in order to run to Jo-Ann Fabric and park poorly because I can’t handle the thing’s size. That, of course, being said, I will more than willingly capitulate to a Prius-V. Same seating, basically same exterior size, extra room in the taller hatchback, all while maintaining a 40+mpg? Yes please. Plus, I like turning on a car by pressing a button. It feels so technologically advanced. :)
  • Speaking of hybrids, WaWa is opening a location in Florida. For those outside of Philly who don’t know what a WaWa is, Google it and find out what you’re missing from your empty, empty life. I cannot fathom how this deli-convenience store combo has not been recreated by another company – it’s genius. Sheetz is like a big 7-11 that doesn’t count, and I just found out about something called a GetGo in Western PA/Ohio-ish that doesn’t quite seem like the WaWa but merely like it wants to be when it grows up. The only downside: whether you spend 5 hours in WaWa working or 5 minutes grabbing a coffee, you come out smelling like you’ve been roasting the beans yourself. It’s strange, but worth it. In and out under 5 minutes, you are probably safe.
  • My god, I LOVE me some bacon.
  • I miss some things about being myself. Like loving wine with dinner. I hope that when I can regularly have it again I won’t have lost the taste for it, as well as the ground I was gaining on being able to detect nuances. I also miss going to the gym to weight train (not that I am a bodybuilder by any remote stretch – far from it), or going on long walks. My love of yoga is suffering too in these later weeks – getting into “happy baby” is now near impossible, and I hate feeling like I am too awkward to do things I never had any issues with before. Being physically forced to lose momentum is crap.
  • I wonder how different I feel now than I used to feel before pregnancy. I mean, I KNOW I walk (well, more like penguin-waddle) slowly now, that I can’t sleep in one position for more than 3 hours on a good day, and that I handle the heat even worse than I already did. But I can’t remember how normal feels, it’s been so long. Am I more different than I realize, or am I a horrible whiner? Thank god I haven’t puked this whole time – no nausea, nothing. I guess that kind of good karma relegates me to a huge public poo on the delivery table and vomiting my Rita’s Water Ice at least 3x during labor. Ah well.
  • When the hell is UPS getting here with my print order? “Out For Delivery” on package tracking is very vague.
  • I still think that the 1990’s are not that far behind us. A date like 1995 doesn’t seem to me like that long ago; maybe it was because I was in high school then. I remember alot of that time: I was starting to form my adult personality, beginning to really understand that I was an artist – a genuine creative and not just a minor dabbler. I was incredibly into Pearl Jam at that time, something which I am still incredibly into. And somehow, being into one thing seems to stop time: like if you’re still in that “stage”, life isn’t exactly stagnant, but somehow seems to be frozen in space on one dimension. And then I remember that last year, “Pearl Jam Twenty” came out. For their 20th anniversary as a band. When you realize that you’ve loved something for 20 years, and that 20 years is well over half of your life, you simultaneously feel old and confused. Which I guess go hand in hand, really.
  • And finally … “That’s what she said” jokes will never get old.

– Me

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I’m Baaaaack!

So, Mr. Jennysold and I got back a few Fridays ago (I told you I was slow with travel photos) from our last (for awhile) baby-free vacation and, sadly, my last trip on an airplane for the forseeable future. For someone who inexplicably LOVES going to the airport, and lives for planning her next international adventure, this is somewhat torturous. Yes, I know, new baby, way more important, bigger adventure, all that. And you’re right. Besides, it may not be too bad, as I have done my research and found that most airlines will let a newborn fly as young as 7 days old. And there is a good chance Mr. Jennysold is going to have to go to Europe and/or Australia again for work post-baby: hellooooo tag-along! All hope is not yet lost. Luckily, he took his boring middle-of-nowhere Canada trip next week, past my self-imposed third-trimester “ok to fly” cutoff date. Good that he wasted that one now; I used the time home to watch all those “My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding” episodes that were piling up on the Tivo. It’s like a misogynistic Redneck Jersey Shore – awesome!

We were in Seattle for the first two nights and spent a day doing the whirlwind “must-sees”: a good meal, Pike Place, the Original Starbucks, the Space Needle, and the EMP museum (which, bonus, still had the Nirvana/punk exhibit up). Touristy, I know. But tell me which of you coming to Philly for the first time won’t: A – go see the Liberty Bell, B – run up the Rocky steps at the Art Museum; C – slide a greasy (read: real) cheesesteak down your maw. Yeah. That’s what I thought too.

The rest of the time was spent in Maui, save the overnight stop in Seattle on the way back. This was the third time we have gone, and it was pretty awesome to recognize everything from having been there a few times before. It was like that when I went to visit my sister’s place in Belgium – the airport was familiar, driving the road to your home for the trip is like second nature, you have a favorite restaurant already, that sort of thing. It just feels, I don’t know… good. Though I must say I was a little upset that the gigantor blow-up gorilla wasn’t by the gas station with the broken credit card system. I was looking forward to that gorilla. Ah well. All in all, the trip was awesome (as it usually is); so much so that I hormonally started to cry when we were dragging the luggage down the hall to go check out. It was kind of pathetic, really, but what can a girl do when pregs but let it out? And do more research on where to go next. I am thinking Munich, Prague, Vienna? Unless Australia creeps up again, in which case, sausages and beer will have to wait :)

Below are a few photos from the trip; there are more of Seattle since we hadn’t been there before. Anyway, enjoy!

 

Starbucks Pike Place
Starbucks, a touristy must.

 

Pike PLace Market
Pike Place Market

 

Produce at Pike PLace
Yummy looking produce at the Pike Place Market.

 

Blue Sky Seattle
There were some surprisingly colorful skies there. A little credit to Lightroom, of course…

 

Space Needle
“The Space Needle is impressive.”
“That’s what she said.”

 

EMP
Experience Music Project.

 

Chihuly Glass
The Chihuly Garden and Exhibit that I drug – and I mean DRUG – Mr. Jennysold to.

 

Four Seasons Maui
A few scenes from the Four Seasons Maui, including the shuffleboard piece with which I FINALLY beat Mr. Jennysold. At a game, not, like, in a spousal abuse way.

 

Adult Beverage Jealousy
The death stare I gave Mr. Jennysold for being able to drink when I couldn’t. See that glass with the lime he’s holding? Seltzer. That’s how exciting I am these days. Livin’ it up!

 

Maui
Some scenes from around Maui, including the sunset as viewed from Mama’s Fish House. MMM… Mama’s…..

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Bottoms Up… Or Not…

Our recent trip fell over my birthday, and to celebrate, I actually *gasp!* had a regular-sized glass of red wine – first since Christmastime. By the way, the baby just kicked me as I write this so I haven’t done any damage, puritanical Americans. All is safe.

The dinner treat, along with sitting by the pool on vacation and not being able to order an adult beverage, reminded me how much I miss having a well-crafted mixed drink. Not a crappy rum and coke in a plastic cup at a shady bar in a strip mall, but a properly-blended, creative, sipping drink or glass of wine. I’m talkin’ high class, people. High class.

So I did what any girl would do who can’t drink the pretty mai-tais they have at the free (FREE, goddamnit!) evening reception in the hotel: I took photos instead. In honor of being really proud of one particular shot, which I think turned out really well, here’s a collection of images to drool over. Slurp!

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Aloha

It’s pretty craptastic outside here today: rainy, damp and cloudy. But not the kind of super-pouring-rainy that makes you want to curl up inside with something cozy to do, like watch Sister Wives or bake something which you subsequently overeat. It’s just enough to make you want to stand at the kitchen counter watching YouTube videos while nomming a few cookies before the boredom moves in (which is usually between 5-10 minutes). So, to remedy this – and also in honor of the fact that we go to Maui via Seattle (yes, The Sunshine City, I know) in 9 days – I’ve decided to go into the archives and post a few pics from our ’09 honeymoon to Hawaii. Don’t worry, I’m not going to innundate you with smushyface lovey-dovey pics, because it’s hard to have alot of those when you’re the one taking the photos. And besides, Mr. Jennysold would probably kill me. Anyway…..

 


USS Arizona Memorial. Reflective. Quiet. No pearls.

 


The North Shore. Not included: the awesome Matsumoto Shave Ice

 


We live right around a sub-area of our town called Manoa. Found this on the Manoa Falls hike and wanted to put it on our bathroom door at home. On right: the official Charmin of the Manoa House Toilet.

 


“WARNING. WARNING. WARNING. This hike will kill you.”

 


Early on in the Road to Hana. This is some straight-up right-outta-Lost shit right here. Note the opening to one of the hatches on the left.

 


More randomness from the Road to Hana.

 


Old Lahaina luau

 


Nighttime glow

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G’day!

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m notoriously slower than molasses in January at editing and sharing my travel photography. I still have photos from London in 2007 that are waiting for me to finish them. I am working on plowing through them all, but I just had to get to my Australia ones before anything else. Because they involved a koala. This is very important and unspeakably awesome, just so you are aware.

We went to Australia – Sydney, to be specific – and New Zealand in December, a trip I thought I would never get to take in my lifetime. Mr. Jennysold was sent for work the June before we were married, and because I had allotted all of my vacation time to the wedding and honeymoon, I couldn’t tag along. I was sour for a week. Being sour and missing his cute little butt was not a good combination. I think I had alot of Starbucks that week in an attempt at compensation. So imagine the heart attack I had when I found out he had to go for work again and I was free to come along. One day he is gChatting me, right at the time we were waiting to see whether or not the insurance company was going to accept our claim for the house’s water damage.“So… don’t freak out, BUT…..”

(Oh no, oh shit, they’re going to deny the claim. Goddamnit, we don’t need this right now…)
“What?”

“I may have to go to Australia for work before or after Christmas”

(OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HE BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH ME)
“OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH ME”

We ended up going for about 18 days, the first week+ in Sydney where I toured around by myself while he worked, the rest of the time in New Zealand, mostly on the South Island. I did not get to go to Hobbitton and get my photo taken in a Hobbit house, but I did get a photo with Gollum. My favorite, however, was the “koala encounter” at the Taronga Zoo in Sydney. Sounds dirtier than it was, promise.

Now, I didn’t get to hold the little guys (boo) but the $20 cost of entry to your own little private pen with a koala did include being allowed to bring your own camera in and photograph them as much as you wished. Sold. I spent a good half-hour in there with them, and they really are as adorable in person as photos and stuffed animals make them out to be. I heard they can get nasty and claw your eyes out, but that didn’t happen on my watch, so I’m sticking with the stuffed animal viewpoint.


See?

Below are some more of my favorite photos from the Sydney part of the trip. Seeing the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House at the same time, in the same field of view from Circular Quay… it was more amazing than I thought. I’m an incredibly lucky gal to get to have seen things I have never thought I would, ever, in my entire life. If I have any Sydney readers, they’re probably laughing at me right now, but whatever. Somewhere out there, someone is dying to see the Liberty Bell that I’ve seen 100x over. To each his own, right?







I still have to get to the New Zealand photos. You will probably see those in 2013.

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