I stumbled across this post on Design Taxi. It recounts a tweet by a Sports Illustrated writer asking his twitter followers if they have a photo of the single best moment of their life.
Interesting thought, isn't it?
It looks as though a lot of moments including babies, families reuniting, children, physical and emotional achievements. It looks as though everyone defines what makes a moment the best differently. It looks as though everyone has experienced something great. It looks as though there are a lot of single best moments out there. How fantastic.
It got me thinking of what the single best moment of my life is. Chances are I don't have a photo to capture it as my most enjoyable moments as impromptu and fleeting as they are unforgettable and forever.
So many great moments. From beautiful, wonderful, innocent days growing up, to unpredictable, experimental, hilarious times in college to transformative, challenging, life-changing experiences in Denver, to the joys and perils of being an adult and supporting a family. So many moments. So many people.
And chances are you are part of someone's single best moment(s), maybe even mine.
So, what's yours?
Thursday, August 22, 2013
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Tuesday, July 23, 2013
a three bra week
Three.
That's how many bras my washing machine chewed up and spit out in the last 5 days.
That's how many fewer bras I now have...at a loss of about $150 (plus or minus the cost of inflation since I bought these beloved support systems).
And it's roughly the number of bras a certain two-year-old owes me since she's the most likely culprit in the case of the washer being mysteriously turned up to 500 million degrees. AKA the exact temperature to completely dissolve, dismantle, discolor, and dismember a bra.
That is, of course, unless my fabulous kitty somehow grew opposable thumbs, opened the laundry closet, and turned up the heat herself.
But that's unlikely.
Pay up, kid. You're starting to really cost me.
That's how many bras my washing machine chewed up and spit out in the last 5 days.
That is, of course, unless my fabulous kitty somehow grew opposable thumbs, opened the laundry closet, and turned up the heat herself.
But that's unlikely.
Pay up, kid. You're starting to really cost me.
Friday, July 12, 2013
A purse by any other color...
Out with the (very) old.
In the new.
This is not easy. Today I bid farewell to my most favoritest fabulousest bestest yellow purse. It's time.
My yellow bag is just one of far too many purses that I own. But, still. It was number one in my heart. It's held numerous wallets, various cell phones, bottles of vodka, bottles of baby formula, cameras, amazing pens, crappy pens...it's even been spilled in. And yet it lived on all these years.
You can't really tell in the picture, but it's in bad shape. It's torn, stained, scratched, peeling. A beautiful memento of all our wonderful years together.
If you know me, you know I grow attached to objects. This purse is no exception. I transferred all my crap into my new orange purse last night and put the well-loved yellow purse by the door to take out to the garbage. It hasn't moved.
I may have to call in backup to throw out my purse. Yep.
Sigh.
The orange purse is just lovely, but no one tops my yellow friend. This is just the beginning. Pretty soon here I'll be selling my beloved ride, Mr. Pickles.
Don't even get me started on how sad I'm going to be to not have that car in my life anymore.
Change. I'm coming for you.
In the new.
This is not easy. Today I bid farewell to my most favoritest fabulousest bestest yellow purse. It's time.
My yellow bag is just one of far too many purses that I own. But, still. It was number one in my heart. It's held numerous wallets, various cell phones, bottles of vodka, bottles of baby formula, cameras, amazing pens, crappy pens...it's even been spilled in. And yet it lived on all these years.
You can't really tell in the picture, but it's in bad shape. It's torn, stained, scratched, peeling. A beautiful memento of all our wonderful years together.
If you know me, you know I grow attached to objects. This purse is no exception. I transferred all my crap into my new orange purse last night and put the well-loved yellow purse by the door to take out to the garbage. It hasn't moved.
I may have to call in backup to throw out my purse. Yep.
Sigh.
The orange purse is just lovely, but no one tops my yellow friend. This is just the beginning. Pretty soon here I'll be selling my beloved ride, Mr. Pickles.
Don't even get me started on how sad I'm going to be to not have that car in my life anymore.
Change. I'm coming for you.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
This time with more alcohol!
I must be in an American kind of mood lately. I saw this fun map (via thrillist) on AdWeek a couple days ago and me definitely likely.
Similar to my stately sandwiches post a few weeks ago, this one shows something iconic for each state--but this time it's booze! It plots out the biggest liquor or beer brands by state and ...well.. that's all you need to know.
Now, to only travel to all states and be familiar with these brands. Maybe in another four months or so....Mmmm
Visit the link to see a larger map.
While I was reading about this map, I saw that it was inspired by another U.S. map done by graphic designer Steve Lovelace. He did a map showing the states are represented by their largest corporation.
Oh how I love brands! And maps! And graphic things. Thanks for this one, Steve.
Similar to my stately sandwiches post a few weeks ago, this one shows something iconic for each state--but this time it's booze! It plots out the biggest liquor or beer brands by state and ...well.. that's all you need to know.
Now, to only travel to all states and be familiar with these brands. Maybe in another four months or so....Mmmm
Visit the link to see a larger map.
While I was reading about this map, I saw that it was inspired by another U.S. map done by graphic designer Steve Lovelace. He did a map showing the states are represented by their largest corporation.
Oh how I love brands! And maps! And graphic things. Thanks for this one, Steve.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Dear Groin, Knock it off.
Apparently women have groin muscles. Who knew? Probably a lot of people. And I probably did too. I blame the ol' "baby brain" on my lack of awareness of the female groin muscle.
For those of you who don't know...yes there's a second baby in this party train. Woot Woot. 4 months to go. Anyhoo -- I can pretty much blame every lapse of judgement, forgetful moment and dumb, confused look on having "baby brain." Talk about a cop out. I can't stand when people say they have baby brain. Yet, here I am. Blaming my groinal ignorance on an unborn child.
Sorry, sweetie. Mommy will learn more about anatomy before your arrival. (This is a lie).
Ok, so back to my groin. Um, ouch!
Here's the intense story of my maimed muscle.
I woke up bright and early, ready to start the day. Brewed up a fresh pot o' java. Turned on the news to educate myself on local matters, and sat down on the couch.
That. is. it.
I sat down.
I slowly sat down on a soft couch.
And I pulled my groin muscle.
Yep.
This story of physical limitations brought you by Montastic.
For those of you who don't know...yes there's a second baby in this party train. Woot Woot. 4 months to go. Anyhoo -- I can pretty much blame every lapse of judgement, forgetful moment and dumb, confused look on having "baby brain." Talk about a cop out. I can't stand when people say they have baby brain. Yet, here I am. Blaming my groinal ignorance on an unborn child.
Sorry, sweetie. Mommy will learn more about anatomy before your arrival. (This is a lie).
Ok, so back to my groin. Um, ouch!
Here's the intense story of my maimed muscle.
I woke up bright and early, ready to start the day. Brewed up a fresh pot o' java. Turned on the news to educate myself on local matters, and sat down on the couch.
That. is. it.
I sat down.
I slowly sat down on a soft couch.
And I pulled my groin muscle.
Yep.
This story of physical limitations brought you by Montastic.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Get in my belly!
Coolness here.
What a clever idea - sandwiches representative of all 50 states (a work in progress). Each sammy is made with ingredients representative of that state. Hence the name Stately Sandwiches.
Given my two most recent states (California and Colorado) , I think I'd love a Colorado sandwich please. Mainly because the CA sandwich has cucumbers on it and cukes are my nemeses. Eww.
But check out this beauty. Nom nom nom. That looks delicious.
Definitely representative of gool ol' Denver flavor. How I miss my beautiful, rocky state.
Based on the sandwiches crafty Kelly has created so far, I think I'm going to need to visit North Carolina. Word on the street is they have a lot of pulled pork. My fave!
On top of this delicious delightful idea, I heart the design! I love the deconstructed sandwiches, the cutting board, the wood table...and the retro feel of the Stately Sandwiches logo. Just lovely.
What do you think? Is your state on the menu so far? Is it representative of the local flava?
What a clever idea - sandwiches representative of all 50 states (a work in progress). Each sammy is made with ingredients representative of that state. Hence the name Stately Sandwiches.
Given my two most recent states (California and Colorado) , I think I'd love a Colorado sandwich please. Mainly because the CA sandwich has cucumbers on it and cukes are my nemeses. Eww.
But check out this beauty. Nom nom nom. That looks delicious.
Definitely representative of gool ol' Denver flavor. How I miss my beautiful, rocky state.
Based on the sandwiches crafty Kelly has created so far, I think I'm going to need to visit North Carolina. Word on the street is they have a lot of pulled pork. My fave!
On top of this delicious delightful idea, I heart the design! I love the deconstructed sandwiches, the cutting board, the wood table...and the retro feel of the Stately Sandwiches logo. Just lovely.
What do you think? Is your state on the menu so far? Is it representative of the local flava?
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