Hello dear folks!
As you may have noticed, we’ve been taking a little hiatus from blogging. This is in part because Kylin left full-time employee Kelly high and dry this summer while she pranced around Europe and because we are working on a major Beginners Magazine revamp (which we’ll be sharing more about soon!).
While we are away you can…listen to Hall & Oates on repeat. After all, that’s what we’ve been doing. Cheers!
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So yesterday was the 4th of July and I, like many of my fellow countrymen, got together with my family and friends, got sloppy drunk and played with fire. Why? BECAUSE WE’RE ‘MERICAN and that’s WHAT WE DO. We are embarrassing and we are stupid and once a year, we all get together to celebrate that. Patriotism.
Enjoy your long weekends!
I am not crafty. Like not at all. I can fake it alright – Kylin and I made these friendship bracelets, I knotted these awesome earbuds, and with Michelle’s support, I cut and sewed an old Phillies t-shirt into a cute top, however…each had their issues (bracelet won’t stay on, strings added on in the middle of the cord because I miscalculated the length, the shirt can’t be machine washed without completely falling apart) but one thing I rock at is collages. It was always my go-to “alternative expressions” project in high school English and seemed to be a productive outlet for my habit of ripping pretty pictures out of magazines, and then last year, the blogging world seemed to be blowing up with the idea of “inspiration boards.”
Basically, inspiration boards are collages for grown-up dreamers – a place for you to collect images, quotes, ideas (you know, things that inspire you) and put them in a place where you can see them and hopefully visualize them becoming reality. I made inspiration boards with the girls I worked with in Mexico, and it went really well – they collected all these things that reflected what they wanted their life to look like in the future and then hung it in their room to be reminded of the goals they were working towards.
The boards can come in a lot of different forms: traditional collages, bulletin boards, magnetic squares, or, for the more cyber-minded dreamers out there – pinterest, but they all serve the same purpose and can be really fun to make! Below are some of my favorite to hopefully inspire you to make your own!
Post and Featured Images via Emma Dime (she does amazing mood boards!)
AH! It’s summer! I know, technically, we have 14 days left before it’sofficially summer, but I’m calling it now. And I must say that I amDAMN excited! I love everything about summer. The heat, the food, the water, the swimming, the clothing, the everything. Love love love.
And so, in celebration of this amazing season, I bring you some tunes. You know you like all of them; don’t deny it. Enjoy them while you sip homemade sangria by the pool. DO IT.
And there are so many more! Add yours in the comments!
Now that summer weather has finally come, there are a lot of changes happening around here. I’ve turned the back porch into a summer oasis, started drinking more smoothies, and even pulled out the summer shorts. But with all these good changes and all this extra time spent outside, there’s some bad ones too: namely, the possibility for sunburns. I have what I fondly refer to as an “alabaster” skin tone, but when we’re being honest, it’s really just really really white. So even though I try to remember sunscreen, I burn pretty easily. We all know the go-to remedies – the aloe vera, the vinegar, the baking soda – but I came across this home remedy last summer that really seems to do the trick: a soothing tea compress.
| What You’ll Need | Water, Black Tea, Fresh Mint Leaves
| Directions | Heat the water to just below boiling. Rub the mint leaves between your fingers to release the oils and add them to the water with the tea bags (you want it pretty strong – so two tea bags and 4 leaves to 1 cup water is a good place to start). Steep for 20-30 minutes. Use a soft washcloth to apply the tea directly to your sunburned skin. The acid in the black tea will draw out the heat created by the burn and restore your skin’s pH balance while reducing further skin damage. The mint leaves will act as a coolant on the skin, giving you relief from the heat of the burn. Allow the tea to dry on your skin and follow with some aloe vera or soothing lotion.
Where to begin? Anyone who knows me will tell you that I could go on forever about this subject. But I’m well aware that we do not have forever nor do you want to commit that kind of time to my post. So I’ll narrow it down a bit. Today I’ll be discussing my utter disappointment with our society’s education as it pertains to word usage.
I’m not sure how seemingly the majority of our society skipped the third grade when they should have mastered the ability to use the proper versions of “to,” “your,” and “their.” But, somehow, it happened. And I’ve found I’m one of the rare few that actually cares.
Now I’m not some grammar nazi (but I am a liar) that will assault you for using the wrong version of “your” in a text, but I do appreciate the proper usage even in this form of communication.
What really drives me crazy is when improper word usage is used in professional emails. My philosophy is as followed when it comes to emails in a professional setting: if you’re important enough to have your own email account, you should be smart enough to use the correct version of “their.” It’s not that hard and you need to get your shit together.
For those of you who are in dire need of an overview…this is for you.
Your: implies ownership.
That’s your magnificent playoff beard.
You’re: contraction of you and are.
You’re annoying when you misuse this word in a professional email!
Their: implies ownership.
That’s their ugly baby.
They’re: contraction of they and are.
I think they’re going to be upset I called that baby ugly…
There: a location or direction.
Quick! Look over there! It’s Amanda Bynes!
To: transitional word.
That explanation didn’t really help to explain this word’s usage.
Too: also or in addition.
I, too, take my phone with me to poop in order to spare myself from “poop boredom.”
So there you have it: an overview of how to use the proper versions those pesky words. Next time you write a grammatically correct email, think of me.
When I was younger, every time I went on an adventure I would try to go somewhere a little off the main trail, telling myself that maybe, just maybe I was the first person ever to step on this particular piece of earth. Factually, I know now that that was highly unlikely – especially considering that my adventures most often took me to common vacation spots like the coast or Yosemite, not the Arctic or the Sahara Desert where there was a higher possibility of treading on previously untouched land – but now, so many years later, it’s almost like things have reversed. Instead of wanting to be the first, I’m fascinated by who has walked these streets before me, who else was here, what were they doing, what were they thinking, etc…
That’s probably why these “looking into the past” photos (cleverly done by photographers such as Jason Powell and Michael Hughes) resonate so much with me: such an interesting idea to bring together present and past to see how much things have changed, or sometimes even more surprisingly, how they haven’t. Might be a fun thing to do on your next vacation!
Below are some of my favorites:
You guys…I don’t even know how to begin this post, so I guess I’ll just dive right the fuck in. I’m moving again and I’m stressed as fuck about it; I can’t even find another adjective to use other than “fuck.” Moving BLOWS. And it blows because it’s a sneaky bastard of excitement, fear, urgency, and dread all combined into one hasty shuffling of garbage movement. It starts off so exciting and somehow warps into a state of utter disarray and panic. You know I’m right.
It starts off awesome: you decide to move and you start dreaming of your future home.
And then you realize you get to tour all these apartment complexes while the tour guides make you feel at home so you’ll rent with them!
And you get to pretend like you have actual demands other than “I don’t want to live in a garbage can anymore.” One such demand might be, “there must be a constant flow of ice cream in the lobby at all times.”
But then the inevitable happens. One of the tour guides is like, “you have to make three times the rent to live here” before even saying, “hello.”
She’s a bitch and so without even knowing the rent, you’re like, “Not. A. Problem.”
But now there’s some gloom over your search…because you’re now kind of terrified that you’re going to be treated like shit again and have to deal with another bitch.
And after what feels like the MILLIONTH tour, you kind of feel like you’re going in circles.
But then finally…FINALLY…someone’s like, “Yeah we accept large dogs. No floor limitations.” And you’re shocked.
This place is everything you’ve been looking for…
After they reassure you that they’re telling the truth and this isn’t a trap, you’re like:
But then they mention the rent and in your head you’re like:
But you realize it’s not so bad, so you fill out an application and pick out a new place.
But then the true reality hits: now you have to pack up your current place and move all your shit to the new one. And then you’re forever like:
I have always been a little curious about the world of interior design. For a brief time I considered becoming an interior designer. Until I took a class in it and realized I could care less about whether a room matched a painting perfectly…but I digress. Today my curiosity is aimed more towards my own home and of course Pinterest, because, let’s be honest, that is really where all of my times goes. So, for my home related post I give you some of my favorite rooms that use color in an interesting way. Enjoy!
Today, on this lovely Mother’s Day eve eve, I bring you a video shared by my very own, amazing mother.
Because it’s Friday, I’ll keep this short (who the hell wants to read on a Friday?). When I think of parties, I immediately think of booze and the stark contrast between how I used to be able to handle my booze and how I really really really can’t anymore. And I think that’s a big part of why parties just aren’t my thing anymore…not that I don’t enjoy a good party; I just can’t handle them every damn weekend like I used to be able to do.
So I thought, in the spirit of not reading, I’d share with you the difference between parties for me then and now. Of course, I’ll do this in animated gifs (because I love you all and who the fuck doesn’t love a good gif?)
In college, someone would be like, “hey wanna go to so-and-so’s party tonight? Starts at 10pm,” I’d be like
Now when someone says there’s a party starting at 10pm, my reaction looks something like
In college, once I got to the party, I’d be like
Now, it looks a little more like
And then I’d start drinking and have like 5 shots. No problem.
Today, after 3 beers, I look a bit like this
And then someone would inevitably start eating someone else’s face and I’d be like
Today, I’m more like
And one of my friends would be upset they didn’t get to make out with a stranger’s face and I’d sympathize
Not so much today
As we’d now have two people in utter tears, it’d be time to go home, to which I’d respond
Essentially, what I’m trying to tell you that I’m the Stanley of your party
The Ron Swanson to your fun
And live a Liz Lemon type of lifestyle
And in college, I might wake up and feel fucking fantastic after god knows how many shots/drinks
But today, after only a few beers…
When we said we were ready to party…we lied. Like big time lied because unless the word pajama and dance come before it, we aren’t doing a whole lot of partying these days. (We’re also late on posting this week…sorry…there’s a heat wave here and uh…we’re lazy.)
Now that we live together, we are slowly establishing a rhythm for the week and weekend. Wake up, go to work, return home, watch Say Yes to the Dress, rinse and repeat. On the weekend, we get out of the house during the day, but end up back on the couch in the evening just like every other weeknight. We have the infamous couch-party on lockdown, friends!
And for the most part it feels pretty good. Since we are both the eat popcorn, drink tea, laze around in our PJs types, we are generally content to watch brides bitch, moan, and cry on the boob-tube every night including Friday’s and Saturday’s. We cackle mercilessly and spontaneously dance in the dining room between episodes (there’s a lot of Hall & Oates playing here). We are old maids minus the old and the celibacy (we live with our boyfriends too) and cat ladies minus the cats (there’s a no pets clause in our lease but know that if it weren’t there we would fill our cottage with furry creatures in a heartbeat).
Since our current idea of a good party consists of dancing in our pajamas and watching TV until Netflix asks us if we’re still there (this happens multiple times a night…damn you, Netflix!), we wanted to confess that we’re a little out of touch with the usual party-going scene…you know, the one that takes place outside of our home. In case you thought we were experts regarding this week’s theme…or something.
What’s your idea of a good party? Is it a girls-night out in the city or a tv marathon on your best friend’s couch? Wherever you’re doing your thang, if you’re having a good time then you know it’s legit.
FYI, in case you’re concerned about our night-outing health, we do have plans to go to this sometime soon…we’ll let you know when that happens.
If you’re as much of a radio podcast lover as we are, then you too are constantly searching for new and wonderful episodes to listen to in the archives of your favorite shows. Since Elly is taking a wee blogging hiatus, we’re posting a few of our favorites today from This American Life and Savage Lovecast (two of our favorite shows).
This American Life
This episode is an oldy but goody from 1997. The first story about a Peter Pan stage production gone wrong will have you in stitches!
An oldy too, this episode is full of gems. You will laugh until tears pour down your face and you pee your pants. Squirrel!
Experimenting is part of every person’s life. And some people’s experimental phases are funnier than others. Tis true with this episode. You will not be disappointed.
Oh to be in college! And drunk! #1 Party School starts off in State College, PA, where Ira and TAL producer Sarah Koenig listen to the sounds of crazy youth in their natural habitat.
Episode 64 starting at 14:25
One of the more bizarre fetishes we’ve encountered on the Lovecast.
And another woman who has it!
Our best advice: just start at episode 1 and make your way to now. Dan does not disappoint!
There is something about this warmer weather that makes me want to host a backyard picnic style dinner. These images have me dreaming about and looking forward to warm nights under the stars with friends.
One of my favorite things to do during the summer is collect glass jars of all shapes and sizes and put tea lights in them. You can set them up on a patio, stoop, or in a backyard to add an instant magical glow and twinkle to your evenings.
Image via Jessica Clifford on Flickr
Featured image via The Fresh Exchange