mosaic me.

If I were a mosaic I would look like this:

want to make one of your own?
step 1: go to flickr.com
setp 2: in another window open http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
step 3: choose 4 columns, 3 rows
step 4: answer the following questions in the search bar of flicker. pick your favorite one on the first page and paste it into your mosaic
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your nickname.

if only...

if only it didn't take me until the age of 23 to realize that I want to be a pastry chef.
if only I had realized this 5 years ago
I'd be one, and I'd be making money.
But would my life have turned out this wonderfully?
Probably not.

thus my sub-par job wins out.

-Mrs. Williams.

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p.s. Why do all indie-rock art majors travel to Asia at some point in their lives? Is it a fad like smoothie joints and sushi?

I for one do enjoy the occasional indie song and majored in Art History (It's in the art buildings and I probably took more art classes than you ever will, so it counts!---excluding my awesome brother and his artist fiancee) and I have NO DESIRE to enter that continent. ever.

Of course this demise started after completing 3 years of required Asian art classes because the Art dept. was afraid they were to "Western centered" -- Well, I live in the West, and I like it here....bring on the impressionists, modernists, surrealists, renaissance-ists, and even the post-impressionists (I do love you Gaugin). That was 3 years spent worrying about things I fully intended to forget...sorry Prof. Brown.

Reason # 230, 928 that I want to live in the South, part of me feels this would not be a bother. I mean really, who from the South's ideal vacation is to Asia?

I am very conservative today.

lunch breaks.

My lunch was so strange today, thought I'd share:

11am: kiwi-eaten with spoon
12pm: half of a Luna bar--Dulce de Leche, not my fav. (hence the "half")
1pm: Cherry Diet Pepsi Big Gulp and overpriced vegetables and dip from 7-eleven.
1:30pm: one bite of BBQ Chicken Pizza leftover from client lunch
2pm: Crumpet with Huckleberry jam thanks to a co-worker who recently traveled to Solvang
2:45pm: 4 bites of snickers cheesecake that is determined to make it into Robert's mouth and not mine--also from client lunch.

I'm still hungry.

oh you dreamer!

Remember that time the dreams wouldn't stop! They just get more vivid every time, and then he said "sometime" instead of "someday" and for some reason this was hope so they became increasingly strong.

What the heck is my rush?

I don't, then I do, I don't.............then I do. but really...I'm not.

new favorites.

My new favorite place for yesterday is the Newport Walk-In Urgent Care.
Despite the girl behind the front desk who clearly needed a new vocation or a baby so she could quit or somethin, I had to ask her to repeat every word she said as it was muffled out by the blaring "Days of our Lives" in the background.
Nonetheless, I was the only person there! When have you ever heard of not having to wait at least 45 minutes in a walk-in clinic??
So she took me in, weighed me (much to my dismay as I haven't really worked out in a week), and took me into the room. Checked my vitals and asked my symptoms
"No, I'm not allergic to anything, No I'm not on medication..." which she soon realized was a lie as she said, "Could you be pregnant?" Me now realizing my answer to "Are you on any medication?" is "YES." not "NO." like it has been for 23 years...yikes, dodged that one.
Long story short, the doctor was very nice (even had the same last name as one of my college professors whose classes I always loved the best) and was very satisfied to know I don't drink or smoke and have never had an STD. I always get it "in" with the doctors this way, don't you?? They love mormons!

She gave me some antibiotics and a free sample of Nasonex--which is even more perfect for Robert. I haven't taken antibiotics since I had strep throat when I was about 9, it never seemed worth the trouble of going to the doctor and standing in horrendous pharmacy lines while through your delirious-still-sick-wish-you-could-sit-down state you start to convince yourself you need many of the overpriced goodies found in pharmacies such as the "Ped-Egg", when they finally call your name and then can't find your prescription even though you dropped it off 45 minutes earlier and even had time to go grocery shopping in between!! (No this didn't happen to me yesterday, why do you ask?)

Well, I'm feeling better already, I even did the dishes last night.

Side note: First day of Spring my you-know-what, it's the coldest it's been all week! I've been looking forward to this sweet sweet day of March for so long and you give me this Mother Nature! Srrsslllyy???

first born.

favorite picture ever, taken Summer 2006

When my sister came over on that day in May of 2001 to tell us that she was pregnant just 4 months as a newlywed we were SO excited...Ms. Isabella was born in January as the first born grand child on both sides of her family, just like her mother. I now have 4 more nieces but Isabella has always held that special "first born" status for me, she's the first little girl that I've ever seen really grow, because I'm the youngest in my family.


Favorite memory with Bell? When she was about 2 and got about 1 inch from my face and whispered "Momo 'nack" meaning "elmo snack" a.k.a. elmo fruit snacks...and yes I gave in.


This tribute is long overdue since her birthday was a couple months back, but I just can't get those luscious red curls out of my head. I love you Ms. Isabella Sophia, you're turning into a beautiful young lady...ugh I can't believe she's 7.

most recent picture, January 2009

oui? ou non?

should i get bangs? Robert mentioned it yesterday and I think it would either look really cute and be a nice twist on the straight bangs look but a little curly OR i could look like i'm trying for the cute bangs look but its gone awfully bad into a sort of early 90s look...i did a virtual makeover. HELP.

the past.

For the first time in my life I miss my past. Having moved a couple times when I was little, I always just erased my past, acted as if it didn't matter, while holding it all secretly near and dear to me.


This realization was sparked by me surfing the DVR the other morning and coming across the show "Gullah Gullah Island"

Well I always watched this show around the ages of 10-12 (I was a late bloomer) Anyways, I remember one time singing the theme song to this show at the TOP OF MY LUNGS with my brother on a ferris-wheel while my dad watched down below cracking up at his ridiculous children. and for the first time in a long time, I ached for those times to be real again.

no interest.

I have no interest in food that does not have sugar in it.

an example of foods I will accept is: chocolate chip bagels. (what I'm eating as I write this)

I made twice baked potatoes last night, and after eating mine I realized that it wasn't as pleasant as I was hoping, the Cadbury Egg after dinner? perfect.

Now, I understand this is NO way to eat in your life (i.e. Marie Antoinette) but I can't help it! Mother Nature strikes again!

and for your drooling pleasure, a list of acceptable foods for my taste pallette lately:

-breads-esp. with blackberry jam

-pb and j sandwich

-cereal-any kind

-symphony bar cookie dough

-Plain, tart frozen yogurt

-fruits (something healthy!)

-pancakes/waffles

-donuts

-chocolate milk

Most days I find myself eating smaller meals so that I can save more calories for my "2nd meal"--or what some people call dessert. Whatever.

I'm disgusting, the end.

p.s. perfect excuse for all this? Birthday weekend. yeah boyeee.

sugar.

I'm always resorting to the sour patch kids, that were meant for a movie trip but now sit in my desk drawer, when my blood sugar drops, and boy does it drop fast.
I'm just truckin' along when suddenly, out of nowhere I'm going to lose it and the only thing that will suffice? Delicious, chewy sour then sweet Sour Patch Kids.
Oh it's going to be another healthy day on birth control.
wretched i tell you.

something extra.

so yesterday I was not paying attention in Sunday school and going through Robert's phone and i stumbled upon my birthday (ok I was really checking that he had his own wife's birthday in his phone) and it said "Kari Williams's Birthday" and it hit me "WILLIAMS'S" is incorrect it should be "WILLIAMS'" and now I am satisfied even more by my decision to marry Robert because now I am one of those cool people who don't need an "s" and just a apostrophe. I always did envy them a little.

why this tooke me so long to realize, not sure.

and now for a memory.

There was one day that I drove too far in traffic to not exactly enjoy the company of some of the people I came across. Thoroughly disappointed I headed home in time to wish another friend, a new friend, a happy birthday.
With a stop at home to put on my new forever 21 jacket, I walked down the street.
To my surprise, the person I really came to see (which wasn't the birthday boy) was standing right out front.
Awkwardly I spoke to some acquaintances waiting for him to be done with his conversation also so that I might "casually" say my hellos on my way into the base-bumping party that awaited indoors, even though I had no intention of dancing.
His conversation was long, and my acquaintances and I could not hold each other's attention for too long.
So, mildly disappointed, I proceeded to walk past my object of coming to the party and insisted that there would be another chance for exchanging of "casual" hellos.
As I stepped next to him, which was needed as he stood next to the path that led to the door, he grabbed my arm and held me there and continued to tell whoever he was chatting with that it was good talking to them.
He pulled me around and gave me a hug and said, "Where have you been??"
he was looking for me? Shocked, nervous, heart racing I gave my excuse of the long trip I took that wasn't exactly an ideal day.
Before he let me get too nervous, which I'm sure was horribly obvious, he changed the subject and said, "I hear you like Modest Mouse."
Our conversation continued far past the point of "keeping him wanting more" and it was dreadful when we realized maybe we should keep "the game" going for a little longer.
I had just met him 3 weeks before and I was hooked.

Good thing I married him.

lists.

Today on my list of things to do:

-Make baby shower favors
-Manicure/Pedicure
-Make dinner
-Clean our apt.
-Rent "Sense and Sensibility"
-Start reading "Pride and Prejudice"
-Gym to work off those Valentine chocolates

I love being a woman.

staples.

So I'm at work doing an order for staples and my boss asks me to get him these notebooks he likes, so I look them up and they're $60 bucks each. EACH! So I order them...
the irony? I have the exact same notebook that I got from my mother who didn't want it after someone had given it to her as a gift.
I feel rich.
and with this, I am happy.

ahem.

One new year's resolution that I have that I technically started soon after the wedding: own more high-heels.

I used to be strong in my anti-high heel-ness being an advocate of ballet flats of all shapes, sizes and colors but with my 2 pairs of 1 inch heels I find myself craving more...like a chocolate chip cookie, but one that makes you feel fabulous and skinny and beautiful.

Also, this day, January 13th, I realized that the reason I was (and am) so hot is because I live a good 5 miles from the beach now, up on a hill, that is practically Costa Mesa (but oh how we hold onto our Newport Beach zip code for dear life), this equals=no mother freakin ocean breeze! gah! How I miss my beach home! This startling realization led me to home shopping on Zillow for anything anything closer...my craziest obsession today (besides making chocolate chip cookies that don't flatten like cow pies) a $390, 000 home near Lido island in Newport beach, 998 sq. ft. 2 bed 2 bath. barely bigger than our apt now. but it would be ours. (http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/39-Cabrillo-St-111-Newport-Beach-CA-92663/61645166_zpid/)

by the way, I did it!

(oh and yes those are Scarlet red Fiesta dishes...dreams do come true!)

lotion.

I feel like I need to go bathe in a vat of lotion. Coconut scented lotion that is, in fact make it cocoa butter.
It is so hot, whose idea was it for it to be hot before I have completely embraced my white legs and felt confident to let them display themselves for the summer (that or smother them in self-tanner, the aerosol kind.), they're still too scared to come out into the world. Stop the madness!
But I do love it, today at Target I wanted to buy a new swimsuit, but quickly remembered it is merely January 12th...which means at least 3 more dreadful months of cold weather after this heat wave ends. But it also means less than 2 months 'til the birthday of yours truly! Mark your calendars folks, this girl's turning 24, and there's alot to wish for...except for love, stability and safety--I have those. Sanity on the other hand...welllll, stay tuned.

house.

getting depressed watching house hunters on hgtv.
sometimes i wish my whole family lived in the south or east somewhere. like we were all born there. that way moving all the way out there simply so i could get my dream $50,000 home wouldn't be so crazy, because it would be all we knew.
South Carolina seems nice. they have nice accents. and everytime Rachel Ray is there she eats lots of yummy food.

other than that, strange to think that i could get pregnant, like its a possibility. i mean i am on BC, but still i know a few people where that didn't work. not sayin' i'm ready just strange is all.

i hope there's not another earthquake.

on forgetting.

So it's like the time I ran the 1/2 marathon, you see running 20 miles a week puts somewhat of a strain on your body and i soon could not walk as fast as my male counterpart due to achey muscles. And ever since I feel as if i have not recovered, I have become a slow walker. Now granted my dad used to call me "speedboat" to use sarcasm in the fact that i was slow, but i was little then and my puny little legs just didn't move like the rest of the kids.
In light of this I have also become forgetful. I thought it would go away after the wedding i really did. But now i find myself cutting apples and walking away from them and grabbing my purse and walking out the door. Or sometimes I remember in time and walk in and out of our apartment about 10 times before i finally make it all the way down the stairs. ok maybe 10 was an exaggeration but really i think my record is 4...3 days in a row.
So what is it that's on my mind forcing me to forget all mundane tasks...decorating. our apartment has maybe 3 pictures/whiteboards on the walls and it is driving me crazy. what's worse? I often sit paralyzed because i have no idea where to start, there's so much! and i love the task don't get me wrong...but it is awfully daunting at this point. Thus why i am constantly watching HGTV and the Style network.
First step: silhouettes.

infommercials.

So I'm sick. again. this time it's the flu or something that i got from my sister on Christmas day. anyways I've just come to express my need for the "Snuggie" blanket, the "point and paint" paint brush oh and those things that hide your bra straps and make you have more cleavage-oh wait, i'm not a skank. ugh there are soooo many infommercials on the channels i like to watch they're starting to really brainwash me. If anyone wants to get me a snuggie for my birthday feel free.