Krista's summer vacation pt. 1

I was given an unpaid and unexpected vacation!

From the internet.

I was gone for almost a week and let me tell you, it was something.

I can't wait to tell you all about it.

It sucked. What a crappy vacation.

I don't think I would choose to go back. I do have a fabulous iphone but let's face it, it isn't a computer so I had to keep everything to the necessities. Which essentially means I read my emails and then forgot to answer most of them because I wasn't really able to type back an appropriately verbose response. I hit Rose's internet cafe once (thankfully it was open late) but it isn't the same as using your own computer (it isn't my own bed, my own pajamas etc.) and it is really distracting when you are surrounded by cute clothes, wedding plans, and fun chit chat. Web surfing is really a solitary sport.

In the end, it turned out alright. I got a lot out of it and I tried to pretend it was really freeing or whatever people say to sound cup half full and stuff.

Well enough of the whining. Mercury and its lingering retrograde effects should finally be gone for awhile. I read that on astrologyzone.com before my brownout for anyone whose keeping track.

Here are some things I accomplished/discovered while on vacation:

If there is anyone who doesn't clip shit out of magazines everytime you read them you should really start. Why? Because it is fun. You can keep a file of inspiring or striking things and go through them when your internet is down.

I have a picture of Kate Moss from the August 2008 Vogue issue. I liked her hair. So I attempted to recreate it on my own head. It really turned out to be more "reminicent of" than a "recreation of" but whatever, that still counts and it made for a "very special" Tuesday night at work.

You will notice that Kate is in a limo while I am not. I believe the difference ends there.

I also discovered the Camera Bag application on my iphone. Truly the greatest. I'm in love with their many hip and beautiful filters. My self portrait above has the "Helga" filter on it. I look way cooler with it.

More on my vacation adventures to follow. There really is too much to put in one blog entry.

As you can see it was an exciting whirlwind of a time.

Although I am glad to be back.

How much is too much and how thin is too thin?

There is a lot going around about how fat Kate Moss is. I have to say I always wanted to be as thin as she was and now I want to be as thin as she is fat.

People use the phrase "too thin" (negative connotation inferred) and while I believe there is such a thing out there walking around, I would still really like to wake up one morning and think

"Ugh. I'm too thin."

People always say "oh my! You don't want that!" But I DO. I really really do. I'm not worried about being too thin. Please. I know how to gain 4lbs in an afternoon. So what if I look tired and old and horrifyingly gaunt. I am confident that I can find my way back to needing to lose 10lbs. by the next morning.

Getting there is hard. Going back is a snap.

As if I could ever be stuck there in too thinville for more than a fleeting moment. That moment is the holy grail. I'm sure it will remain elusive forever so don't anyone start worrying. I'm fairly certain that if I was just bones and skin, I'd still be considered "curvy."

If I ever do get too thin I know just how I'll bounce back: Dominos bread bowl something or other. I've never seen it myself but I was having an online chat with a friend while she was ordering a pizza and they apparently have macaroni and cheese in a bread bowl! She was grossed out by the carb within a carb concept. If you ask me, it's genius. I do have an unusually high threshold for carb on carb. However, I would never really put it into practice. Mac & cheese bread bowl is going to be my new favorite thing I've never had. Carb nirvana.

Cut to:
Me standing in line behind a woman who was wearing jeans AND a jean jacket that were kind of the same color blue but not really. Unfortunately, I do not have the same threshold for denim on denim and the whole experience made me want to pull her messy** hair.

Once again, if you are making strong personal choices you can do anything you want. If your fantasy is an all denim day please proceed to the nearest denim jumpsuit and send me a picture of your inevitable success.

However, bank lady, you weren't creating a "denim experience" or saying to the world "I love denim!" If asked, I would bet an entire dollar that you would say "Oh, I wasn't even thinking about it." Which is my point.

Insert audible gasp here. "so much denim. Why so much?"
AND she was tiny. Extra points off!


**NOT messy good. Messy bad.