Vacation Sneak Peak

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TripTik Nostalgia

This weekend I picked up a TripTik for our vacation. The whole concept seemed kind of odd — picking up a paper map — but my aunt recommended it as a fun car hobby to mark progress. And it's very nostalgic for me. Every vacation growing up we always drove and there was always the trip to AAA to pick up the TripTik and guide books. That and at 26, it's time I learned how to read a map, other than Google mapping how to get downtown.

Plus, the nice AAA lady noted traffic (We're not going back through Asheville because apparently the backups from road construction heading west are horrendous.), construction and popular speed traps. Google doesn't do that for you.

In 26 hours we'll be on the road! (I hope.)

Not To Get All Political, But...

I think I'm going to boycott Amazon. I kind of already have been. Especially when it comes to books. Since the Macmillan thing went down, I've only bought a dual-flush system which I could not find in any local store (A true, funny story: Me trying to explain to Lowe's and Home Depot employees that I was looking for the toilet attachment that lets you use less water to flush a #1 and more water to flush a #2.), a DVD that I couldn't find in any local store, and one used book that wasn't really through Amazon but through an independent seller so possibly doesn't even count.

Here's why I'm not buying books from Amazon:
Macmillan, a book publisher, asked for an e-Book price increase because Amazon was selling them for so little that the publishers were losing money. And if anyone is going to get rich in America, I pick the authors and their publishers, editors, agents, etc. But Amazon didn't want to raise the price of their e-Books so they just dropped all Macmillan books from their website immediately, which is pretty douche-y.

You can read more about the Macmillan mess here, because it's much more complex than what I just said. And I had kind of forgotten about how much I was inching toward the Amazon Hate Train until I read this recently. (Thanks Caitlin!) There are many of us on the Train.

Also, Amazon just isn't good for bookstores and I love love love bookstores. You know how Audrey feels about Tiffany's in Breakfast at Tiffany's? That's how I feel about bookstores (and Tiffany's too).

Holly: I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's. 

Paul: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store. 

Holly: That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's!   

So now you know why I'm not shopping at Amazon much in the future, in case you want to jump on the Hate Train too. If you sign up for Borders e-mails you get great coupons about once a week, so it hasn't been a hard transition. Also, I'm still offended by this, which popped up during my last Amazon purchase. For reals.

Art Car

Apparently there are Trolly Hops on the first Friday of the month here in Louisville and in August, the Trolly Hopping coincides with Art Car weekend. These are things I probably would know if I wasn't a slacker Louisvillian. I'm working on it. (But will despise UofL athletics for forever! It should be quadruple-clarified that any pro-Louisville sentiments I express refer to Louisville solely as a city with museums, tasty restaurants and fun culture and has absolutely nothing to do with it's Divisison I athletic team. Go Cats!) Anyways...Art Car was pretty cool.





The Sashimi Tabernacle Choir even have their own website.



I was even suckered into getting art-ed myself. Nice.

I think my favorite thing, was finally visiting 21C and discovering this sweet spot by their elevators. The raining letters will land on you and make a poem. It's amazing. Especially if you're a bit of a word nerd.

Week in Review: 8/6

So this is where I would put a picture of something except Flickr updated their photo page this week and for reasons that probably involve science and therefore my brain can't really comprehend, I can't share pictures. Or really do anything with my pictures but view them. If I click on "Share This" the Internet's wheels turn and then...nothing. Nada. "Done" without accomplishing anything. Are you Flickr-dependent and experiencing similar issues? I know there are other ways to put images into blog posts but I have this freakish attachment to Flickr so until we're resolved our disagreement, you'll have to live without my poorly-lighted and focused pictures.

I baked the tastiest thing I have every baked last night. It was easy-peasy, tough to share, and if you use a mini-muffin pan it's ridiculous how many you can justify eating in a five-minute span. Ladies and gentlemen, Pioneer Woman's Individual Raspberry Cobblers. You're welcome.

Oh! Just visited Flickr's help page and I'm not alone in my troubles and they're working on it! Whew.

Peach slice wrapped in pancetta with basil and grilled? Yes please.

Affordable art

Our books are boxed up in the basement until we can get the hardwood floors and then new bookcases, so let's look at other people's pretty book storage.

If you've ever had to discuss "social media strategy", this is the best thing ever. (Rated PG-13 for language)

Happy weekend-ing!

Dear Summer

Dear Summer,

I hear today is the hottest day of the year. I know some people are cursing you over this. Some people *gasp!* are publicly crying for winter.

But I want you to know that I still love you and you're still my favorite. I still smile when I step outside and feel your warmth. And I still hope you won't be leaving too soon. Because I still, very much, hate winter.

All my love,
Katie

My Disqualification for "Wife of the Year 2010" (There's always next year!)

Last night Lee returned home from ultimate frisbee with quite the limp. He had, in what I'm sure was a beautiful expression of frisbee skillz, twisted his ankle. Or sprained it. I don't know the difference because I've never (knock on wood) exerted myself enough to have one of these issues. His ankle was swollen, he was hopping a lot, and there were some ice packs involved, but he's fine.

Lee's post-frisbee ritual involves taking his disgustingly wet shirt and smelly cleats to the basement for a thorough Febreeze-ing. Me, still a contender for "Wife of the Year 2010", offered to take the smellies to the basement for him since hopping is not a good way to get down stairs, especially if you're carrying things. He said he could do it, but no, it's the duty of awesome wives to take the smellies to the basement when Lee's injured.

So I start to go down to the basement, but... there is a cricket on the bottom stair.

I don't like bugs. They're at the heart of why I avoid the outdoors, why I'm afraid to weed my garden (I've heard some creep-tastic ground bees stories that started with innocent gardening.), why I'm a little sad our house came with so many plants and trees, and why the creepy unfinished part of the basement is creepy.

There was this one nasty cricket incident when I was in middle school and trying to use this red liquid from my orthodontist that would help me see where I wasn't brushing well since I had just gotten braces that resulted in red goo on the walls and blood-curdling screams in the night.

So last night Lee used his arms and good leg to get down the stairs to kill the cricket and put away his smelly shirt and cleats. After that, I took excellent care of him, but apparently my fear of crickets trumps my wifely kindness. I don't think either of us are surprised by this.