I wasn't exactly wearing the pants... but boy did I wish I had them the night I was at the frigidly ice cold emergency room. Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt and flip flops, and my toes were blue, on the verge of frost bite. (Ok... that's not exactly true... but it was REALLY REALLY REALLY cold.)
Why were we in the emergency room? It all happened when we were test-tasting food for the wedding. (Who know planning a wedding could be so DANGEROUS?) John is a huge salmon fan, so of course we requested to taste it. What we didn't know, however, was that the salmon was full of bones. I took a huge first bite, and swallowed one. It was lodged in my pharynx (near the 'adam's apple') and uncomfortably stayed there the whole entire night, while the doctors at the ER did absolutely nothing except promise us that someone was going to come see us "eventually." (Apparently there was a code blue and somebody died that night.) At 5am, we left the ER, fish bone firmly in place... but at that point, the sleep deprivation was worse than the piece of salmon hanging out in my throat. The next day, I awoke at 1pm, to find out that the fish bone had been swallowed and all was well again.
Moral of the story: check your fish for bones BEFORE you take a bite, even if you are told it is a boneless filet. Did you know swallowing fish bones is a very common medical emergency?
Oh yeah, and we're not having salmon at the wedding. :)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
won't be wearing the pants for a while ...
because I took a fall while running saturday morning. everyone keeps asking me how I tripped, but I'm not really sure if there was anything to trip over. funny thing is ... I have done this before although it wasn't this bad the first time. I actually already have a scar on my elbow from falling while running and now have a nice new scrape over it. right after it happend, i was fine to walk home and clean myself up. but very quickly, my knees started hurting really bad and my left one started to swell a lot. natalie and christina, who was visiting for the weekend, took me to the doctor. as soon as he saw me he said, "goodness, girl, what did you do?" he told me to be careful while I'm running. and yes, probably the next time I will be very careful because I will be terrified of doing this to myself again. my weekend has been mostly spent on the couch because I am not the greatest at walking yet. thankfully, I have had quite a few nurses to take care of me. but I do miss my real nurse a lot. wish you could be here with me, kathryn. here is the picture of my knees and of my face that you requested ...
Friday, July 2, 2010
fashion disaster
While babysitting today, six-year old Joseph looked at my pants and asked, "Is today fashion disaster day at your house?"
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
picky
on a sad note, my cat, who was 20 year old died one day when i was wearing the pants. picky, you will be remembered and missed. he was the funniest little cat i ever knew.
bueniiiisima la publicidad, bueniiiiisima!
you know what looks really good with the non-traveling pants? an argentine soccer jersey! yeah for the world cup!! anyone see argentina whoop greece today?? don't forget to watch them beat mexico on sunday!!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
while jenna was in europe...
I, Kathryn, had a milestone happen in life. John and I got engaged. And yes, I was wearing the non-traveling pants. It feels great to have a wonderful fiance!
before the engagement... we went canoeing
before we took a walk
after we decided, "lets do it!" we went to Moe's for lunch to celebrate
happy day.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The non-traveling pants travel to europe
I have been back on US soil for about a week now but am just now getting around to updating the blog... better late than never. However, the pants did experience a few adventures worth sharing on their trip to Europe.
There is a saying that goes something like this: "God created the world and then the Dutch created the Netherlands." They dug lots of canals and actually created large amounts of land. Because so much of the country lies below sea level, they actually reclaimed about 1/5 of their land through drainage of lakes. Because of Amsterdam's many canals, tourists often take tours of the city by boat. Being tourists, we decided to do the same. Heidi and I were a little disappointed that our boat had a roof on it so we weren't out in the open air. But soon after the tour began, Heidi noticed the back window open with a ladder leading up to it. She climbed out onto the back of the boat and I thought this seemed like a cool thing to do so I followed. We could see so much more of the city from outside and enjoyed taking lots of pictures. However, going over some of the bridges was kind of scary since there wasn't much space between the top of the boat and the bottom of the bridge. Although we were sitting down, I definitely felt the need to duck a few times. We probably lasted about 15 minutes or so before the captain noticed us. At one of our stops to pick up more people, he had stepped out of the boat and told us that being on the back of the boat wasn't allowed. After we returned to our seats, we were reprimanded in front of the entire boat. The captain, Louis, told us that once there was a guy that got knocked on the back of the head by a bridge and died. Then he continued ... "And I like you girls better alive." So that was the end of our bridge-ducking experience.
The pants also took a day trip outside of Amsterdam, stopping at various towns along the way. One town, Giethoorn, seriously looked like it came out of a fairy tale book. There were no cars, only canals, with houses built alongside them. There was even a Dutch boy riding his bicycle wearing wooden shoes...which our Dutch cousin informed us that she has never actually seen before. She said that the idea of everyone in Holland wearing wooden shoes is similar to her perception that everyone walked around the US in cowboy hats!
In Paris, the pants visited the Catacombs and the Palace at Versailles. Then, while at the airport in Paris, they almost got left behind. I was walking through the airport with my family, holding up the rear as usual. I was busy looking through my passport for the place where they had just stamped me out of Europe, probably thinking about how much it bothers me when instead of placing the stamps neatly on a clean page, they always put them on top of others so you can barely even see them. The rest of my family had already gotten on the train thing that goes between terminals and I decided to hop on too just as the doors were closing. I made it halfway in but my suitcase was definitely still on the ground outside. For a brief moment, I thought my suitcase, with the pants inside, was about to remain in Paris forever. Fortunately, others did not want me to get eaten by the glass doors so as they were closing on my knees, my parents and one other nice lady were pulling on them from both sides. Fortunately, they opened and both me (with a couple of bruises on my knees) and my suitcase made it safely inside. That was a close call for the pants!!!
There is a saying that goes something like this: "God created the world and then the Dutch created the Netherlands." They dug lots of canals and actually created large amounts of land. Because so much of the country lies below sea level, they actually reclaimed about 1/5 of their land through drainage of lakes. Because of Amsterdam's many canals, tourists often take tours of the city by boat. Being tourists, we decided to do the same. Heidi and I were a little disappointed that our boat had a roof on it so we weren't out in the open air. But soon after the tour began, Heidi noticed the back window open with a ladder leading up to it. She climbed out onto the back of the boat and I thought this seemed like a cool thing to do so I followed. We could see so much more of the city from outside and enjoyed taking lots of pictures. However, going over some of the bridges was kind of scary since there wasn't much space between the top of the boat and the bottom of the bridge. Although we were sitting down, I definitely felt the need to duck a few times. We probably lasted about 15 minutes or so before the captain noticed us. At one of our stops to pick up more people, he had stepped out of the boat and told us that being on the back of the boat wasn't allowed. After we returned to our seats, we were reprimanded in front of the entire boat. The captain, Louis, told us that once there was a guy that got knocked on the back of the head by a bridge and died. Then he continued ... "And I like you girls better alive." So that was the end of our bridge-ducking experience.
The pants also took a day trip outside of Amsterdam, stopping at various towns along the way. One town, Giethoorn, seriously looked like it came out of a fairy tale book. There were no cars, only canals, with houses built alongside them. There was even a Dutch boy riding his bicycle wearing wooden shoes...which our Dutch cousin informed us that she has never actually seen before. She said that the idea of everyone in Holland wearing wooden shoes is similar to her perception that everyone walked around the US in cowboy hats!
In Paris, the pants visited the Catacombs and the Palace at Versailles. Then, while at the airport in Paris, they almost got left behind. I was walking through the airport with my family, holding up the rear as usual. I was busy looking through my passport for the place where they had just stamped me out of Europe, probably thinking about how much it bothers me when instead of placing the stamps neatly on a clean page, they always put them on top of others so you can barely even see them. The rest of my family had already gotten on the train thing that goes between terminals and I decided to hop on too just as the doors were closing. I made it halfway in but my suitcase was definitely still on the ground outside. For a brief moment, I thought my suitcase, with the pants inside, was about to remain in Paris forever. Fortunately, others did not want me to get eaten by the glass doors so as they were closing on my knees, my parents and one other nice lady were pulling on them from both sides. Fortunately, they opened and both me (with a couple of bruises on my knees) and my suitcase made it safely inside. That was a close call for the pants!!!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Double Fortune
We know this is bending the rules-- but this story-telling opportunity was way too good to pass up. We weren't wearing the pants tonight. But we were together. And... this is how it all went down:
We were enjoying a meal at Pei-Wei. Due to high volumes of people, we had the joy and privilege of sitting at the bar, watching the chefs cook at very fast paces. We were amazed. But that's not the point. After dinner, we cracked open the traditional fortune cookie for dessert, and to our surprise, this is what we saw:
How will our new passionate romances unfold?!???? To be continued...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
best bagel ever
Yesterday marked the initial debut of my jeans. However, much to my dismay, nothing too interesting or dramatic occurred. I thought that maybe I shouldn't even write a blog entry but decided I better write at least something since it was the first time my jeans made an appearance to the world. I actually felt a little strange walking through campus to Old Testament just because they are well, a little different from your normal pair of jeans. But then I decided I liked them and so does Kathryn, and that is really all that matters.
The highlight of my day involved a trip to Brueggers with Kathryn where we started our blog, caught each other up on the past two days of our lives, did a very small amount of school work, and ate the most amazing bagel ever created. As if I wasn't actually addicted to bagels before, now we may have a real problem. Good thing I have so many punch cards that I get free bagels and coffee quite often. All I have left to say is ... egg, cheddar cheese, and sun-dried tomato spread. Simply amazing.
The highlight of my day involved a trip to Brueggers with Kathryn where we started our blog, caught each other up on the past two days of our lives, did a very small amount of school work, and ate the most amazing bagel ever created. As if I wasn't actually addicted to bagels before, now we may have a real problem. Good thing I have so many punch cards that I get free bagels and coffee quite often. All I have left to say is ... egg, cheddar cheese, and sun-dried tomato spread. Simply amazing.
adventure #1
the first weekend i wore the pants, i wore the pants 3 days in a row. yeah, i know... to some people that may be gross, but i didn't really feel like doing laundry.
i was going to church that morning, and knew i was going to be out of my apartment the whole day until i got home that night, after babysitting. i wore a skirt to church, and grabbed the pants out of my pile of laundry to change into before going to babysit. after church, i decided i wanted to change into my jeans. instead of going into the restroom at the church, or at the barnes and noble, i had the bright idea of changing in my car- in the parking lot of barnes and noble. in order to make sure nobody could see me, i slipped my jeans on really fast inside my car, and quickly stepped out of my car. at that moment, i felt a cushiony piece of material in my pant leg. "what could this be?" i thought to myself. not thinking that it may look awkward to outsiders to see me reaching into my pants, i fished the cushiony piece of material out quickly. to my horror, i pulled out a pair of dirty underwear that had gotten stuck in the pant leg. (i guess the pants got really mixed in with the laundry.)
moral of the story: before you re-wear a dirty pair of jeans that you pull out of your laundry pile, make sure they are free of dirty underwear.
i was going to church that morning, and knew i was going to be out of my apartment the whole day until i got home that night, after babysitting. i wore a skirt to church, and grabbed the pants out of my pile of laundry to change into before going to babysit. after church, i decided i wanted to change into my jeans. instead of going into the restroom at the church, or at the barnes and noble, i had the bright idea of changing in my car- in the parking lot of barnes and noble. in order to make sure nobody could see me, i slipped my jeans on really fast inside my car, and quickly stepped out of my car. at that moment, i felt a cushiony piece of material in my pant leg. "what could this be?" i thought to myself. not thinking that it may look awkward to outsiders to see me reaching into my pants, i fished the cushiony piece of material out quickly. to my horror, i pulled out a pair of dirty underwear that had gotten stuck in the pant leg. (i guess the pants got really mixed in with the laundry.)
moral of the story: before you re-wear a dirty pair of jeans that you pull out of your laundry pile, make sure they are free of dirty underwear.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
this blog was destined to happen.
It all started when on any given day, we would meet up to hang out, and we would be wearing very similar clothing- similar colors, similar styles... Then one day, we went to Caribou Coffee to read. Coincidentally, we were wearing similar outfits. Jenna could not sit still. So, we went to the Gap to browse the sale racks. Hidden amongst the rows of denim were two very unique style jeans. Straight-legged, 'distressed' (whatever that truly means) patched jeans... We couldn't resist, since they were on sale. So, we bravely entered the dressing room. (There was only one unlocked door, so we entered one room.) Same pair of jeans. Different sizes. Both fit. But as we tried each pair on, we finally determined that the pair Kathryn was trying on at the moment was the pair Jenna wanted to buy, and vice versa. It was magical moment. Very reminiscent of "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants"... how is it that both pairs fit, but we felt drawn to one specific pair? We determined that because we bought the same unique-looking pair of pants, we would call each other the day before hanging out together, to make sure we weren't going to wear them on the same day. Because lets face it, that would probably happen. Thus, Jenna and Kathryn walked out of the Gap that day, new owners of two pairs of magical pants whose wearings would be dictated by one single rule: they cannot be worn by their owners on the same day.
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