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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Monday, June 29, 2009

Pale People

When I was younger, kids used to give me a hard time about being pale. It was at its worst in elementary and middle school and lessened somewhat by the time I got to high school, and now that I'm in college, most of my peers have enough tact not to bring it up in a negative way. 
But I've definitely had "Get a tan!" said to me more times than I would like to think about, and I'm often still the one people want to stand next to in pictures to make themselves look tanner. 

And, though this used to bother me to no end, and I would rejoice when I got any kind of color in the summer, I have gradually come to terms with my fair skin. Okay, "come to terms with" is an understatement. I'm kind of loving it. And I'm kind of religiously applying SPF every morning. 

Primarily because I think these people are beautiful: 





Monday, June 15, 2009

I kind of feel like Ariel.

You know, from The Little Mermaid? 
Yes, I feel like Ursula stole my voice because it has been gone for the last three days, and I'm getting kind of tired of squeaking/whispering out words.











It would, of course, be all worth it if Prince Eric decided to show up. 












But I kind of doubt that that is going to happen.

Also, I just said goodbye to Brooke, who's going to be gone for TWO WEEKS, and I am sad. 
I hate goodbyes.

Addendum 6/16: As soon as I walked into work yesterday and started talking, one of my little four-year-olds asked, "Um, Miss Kate, why is your mouth broken?" It was the. cutest. thing. Two of the two-year-olds even asked to see in my mouth to see what was wrong. Bahaha, I love them. 

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Tonight's menu: salmon, asparagus, corn on the cob, electrocution.

I, being the brilliant person that I am, did something moronic today.

I was using a TENS unit, or a transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation unit, which my physical therapist lent to me a few weeks ago to block pain messages from my legs to my brain by sending my brain electricity messages instead. If I understand correctly, muscles can develop "muscle memory" and automatically send pain signals to your brain when they do motions that have often caused them pain. A TENS unit is supposed to override those signals and break muscle memory. 















Today, I was sitting at the dining room table eating dinner with my family with my TENS unit on my left leg. All of a sudden, one of the four sticky electrodes unstuck itself from my leg and landed on/stuck itself to the carpet. I've never had an electrode unstick itself from me before. 

Here comes my stupidity. I picked up the electrode to try to reattach it to my leg. Let me just tell you that legs can handle more electricity than fingers can. 

Whenever I turn the electricity too high on my leg, it starts twitching, and my fingers did the same thing. They started twitching when I grabbed the electrode! I couldn't control them, but the thing was–duh–stuck to my fingers! Then, out of instinct, I guess, I tried to grab it off with my other hand, but then both my hands were twitching and uncontrollable and stuck to the electrode. It soon fell off, and I turned off the TENS unit before picking it up again and sticking it back on my leg. 

I then resumed eating my corn on the cob and felt dumb. 

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Yes, please!

Would you care for some New Moon? How about some Edward and Jacob? 
Yes, please! Can't wait until we all go see it at midnight again!

Lately I've been in a really crafty mood. It always seems to hit me on breaks much in the same way that it hits me when I enter Michael's or Hobby Lobby. The only problem is that I'm a poor college student who can't actually purchase all the supplies necessary to do crafty things. 

My desire to do something crafty has come primarily in the form of an urge to reupholster something. Saturday night I stayed in this amazing yet creepy house with Victorian furniture that I just wanted to rip the fabric off and reupholster. (I would have except that the ghosts would have killed me in my sleep the owners would have been upset.)

Here is some reupholstery inspiration for you and me:













































All photos via Alkemie.
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