On being Jazzed

 Okay, You may have noticed. I have not been super enthused with this blog of late. It seems more like a job. (Sounds painful right?) But I promise you, I will do better. Even if no one comments and only my grandma reads it (by the way thank you!)  I will carry on (Name that song!) (Well, name what song that's in.) I kind of go in blog phases. I love it, then like it, and well, then hate it! I am also working on getting a PERSONAL design, something Ive been wanting for ages (2 weeks.)

So Jazz day? Music? No. Jazz? Of course! Here is what I am jazzed about: living with in bike riding distance of Starbucks. Honestly, its fairly awesome. Mom and I embarked on our biking trip to grab cake pops at 6:30. We returned at 9:45. We spent 30 seconds at the park enjoying our cake pops (see above) and not enjoying being eaten alive by mosquito. So we crashed a friends movie, isn't that just the friendliest and jazziest thing one could do? It was the Karate kid. It wasn't totally my type, but I'm not sure 5 boys would enjoy watching Emma....(although they should!)

I also had a dream about Jazz. Last night, but technically today. I'm always technical. Or not... Are clarinets used in Jazz bands? Anyway, I dreamed I was in a band and we were all supposed to have our clarinets. But mom forgot to buy mine so when the teacher called us, I was less than jazzed that I had no clarinet. I asked mom what I was supposed to do and she goes "Just play the air clarinet!" Okay? So I rocked the air clarinet for all of 30 seconds before Sophie practiced her morning ritual of sniffing my face.

There you go. I hope you got jazzed up because, huzzah, I actually posted!

Sincerely,
All Jazzed up.

PS: That's a picture of my cake pop. I didn't want you to confuse it with anything else. Thanks. Goodbye.

The Addicting Screen

 

As of late, I find myself spending more and more time on the computer. I'm sure you've all had this problem - it can be so addicting at times! One day as I forced myself to turn it of, I was faced with the thought "What am I supposed to do now?!" I sat down right then and wrote down everything I could think of. Silly Random things and normal things and nice thing. Anything to happily get me away from the glowing screen of the computer. Have you noticed that computers sort of have heartbeats? Okay, I am official weird. But you've maybe caught onto that? Lets face it: We spend way to much time on the computer. Lets turn them off and enjoy life. And I totally love the irony of this - I'm telling you we should get off the computer...as I sit at it. Oh well, I'll be taking my advice in a minute.

So that's my list, what would you add?

xoxo, Kryn

PS:

I was pretty much cackling hysterically when I saw this. The truth can be painful. And very humorous.

Happy {Fri}Day/Week

First of all, My brain is still in place and I do happen to know its Sunday, not Friday. But anyway, lets pretend its Friday until you finish reading this post? Deal. Thanks.

This week has been the most interesting week in a long long while. Emily and I rocked it on our speech and got 1st place and District winner! (we killed the imaginary competition - yes we were the only ones in our division, but we still won!) And our family met someone from Timbuktu! I thought Timbuktu only existed in fairy tales and hypothetical's. Boy was I wrong (Do I sound like a mad scientist or what?) . I also got to impress the former owner of Graco with my fine grammar. Well, I thought it was impressive. He didn't really. He kind of raised one eyebrow and smiled nicely like "And you said you were HOW old?" I bet he was plotting how he could convince my parents I needed to ride in a car seat again. Not happening.

In short, we've had an exciting week.  I ate a neon taco and we got a new fridge which I am constantly sharing the glories of. It's, like, actually cold! Oh the wonders of refrigeration. (I meant to say like there okay? I don't usually mean to the other 9 million times.)

Well, now that I'm all finished blabbing Sunday can resume. I think I'll go wrap Sophie in a dish towel. Sometimes, it just needs to be done. XOXO, Kryn

A few things...

I'm always making earth shattering discoveries. It's just kind of my thing. (Remember the Kanga and Roo incident?) Anyway, here's what's shakin', or shattering?

It is nearly impossible to take self portraits with a dSLR. I must be doing something horribly wrong, because I can't figure it out. Unless you think armpit shots are attractive. Which I don't.

I figured out the sock bun! So I used to gawk at ladies (and sometimes to me a lady only is 17!) who had really cute buns. Wow, that didn't sound right at all. This blog isn't headed in that direction, don't worry. I'm talking sock buns as in HAIR, not as in, well never mind. Anyway, they are way cooler than boring old ballet (hair) buns. But whenever I heard the term sock bun, I always thought it was just the name and never actually thought...there's a sock in that lady's hair! Turns out there is and now I am sporting this sockful style. A great use for soul mates of those lost socks right?

I've lived in this house for almost 10 years and I never noticed that in the morning, we have flowers in our yard! On second thought, I'm not really surprised I haven't noticed. Morning is a GREAT time for sleeping right? (Cue dad's groans.) But now I think I'll wake up a little earlier to see these pretties. Okay, never mind.

Our Fridge got raptured. More on Rapture party day. But its pretty hard to host a rapture party when your fridge is the first to go. I guess it got excited. But we are not too excited about its quick disappearance.

Is raptured a word? My computer says no. I say yes. I'm glad we got this settled before we all get raptured.

My celebrating 16 days in May? I never said I had to do 16 days straight though did I? (I did, but don't remind me.) I will get back on it soon. I just have not liked any of the recent ones.

Sorry for all the randomness. I am kind of at a loss of what to post. But I figured I might as well give you something rather than nothing. Genius right? You bet.

I wuv my puppy.

I admit, I a kind of obsessed with my dog. Considering she's the first real pet I've had (Unless you are counting Cherry Chandler JR, my well loved and long gone beta fish) she's pretty much my favorite. So When I start telling people about Sophie it goes like this
"I have the cutest dog ever, her name is Sophie and she's a Lhasa apso and she's so cute." Then I go on for about 40 years and then stop mid sentence and go" Aww, I wuv my puppy!" I know its weird, but I really do wuv her. And whenever I talk to her, I always talk in a really high pitched voice. Its obnoxious, but tubby wuvs it. I hope. I think, I'm pretty sure. If not, too bad for her. She has no choice in that matter.

a place of bonding.

the old lady.

*Happy Birthday Tubby...I wuv you!

*Yes, I'm the dork who post about her dogs birthday. I think it's cool. I know Sophie is grateful I mentioned her on this fine establishment of a blog.

Happy {Fri} Day: 5/11

Happy Friday Everyone! This week has flown by (which one hasn't?) But I am honestly looking forward to the weekend for once. But Mothers day is scaring me a lot. My mom is not someone who dreams of all the stuff she could have (like someone we could mention...) so I'm always kind of stumped as to what to get her. But this year I have a good idea and I can't find the key piece to the project. And I only have 3 days to do what I don't really know how to do. This will be interesting.

This picture PERFECTLY describes the kind of weather we've been having.The days are absolutely gorgeous with full sun, puffy clouds and a breeze. It makes me want to forget my plans of moving and stay here forever.

What are you loving this week? I'll try to post more next week. I'm playing it by ear, as usual! xoxo, Kryn

You Will be missed

Today is the day we mourn all the brave sock souls who gave their final hurrah yesterday. To the socks under the sofa, behind the dryer, deep in places we would never expect - we miss you. We wish you would re-appear so you could don our feet and we could be sockful again.

That being said, socks do not belong on my feet. It is nearly impossible to keep them on my feet for that matter too. I like fuzzy, pink long socks. But I don't like little sports socks. They got lost in the depths of my room WAY to easy.  I honestly can't imagine all the places they hide. With my luck they are probably all neatly folded in my drawer, but who looks in obvious places? Now that I think about it, socks are spiteful beings. They despise feet, of course because then they get stinky and smelly. Eww.

On a better note, my bowling scores have improved! I'm hoping baby bowling is a thing of the past and that soon I will become an amazing bowler. Or I'd be happy with an 80, but I'll take whichever comes first. Also, I'm in full summer mode. I woke up yesterday thinking it was Saturday. And then today I thought it was Thursday. I hope my metal calender adjusts soon or I might be persuaded that I am skewed.

Here's to faulty calenders, being sad for the socks and better bowling!

Sincerely,
Tomorrow is Sunday!