Tuesday, November 30, 2010

product placement.

I have a lotion obsession. I like having smooth hands (stop judging me and start commending me for admitting something not many people would admit outloud) and especially when battling the wicked dry winters in Chicago, it's pretty darn important to keep one's fingers and palms properly lotioned.

Over the summer, Tina introduced me to some awesome stuff from Victoria's Secret called Flirty Peony & Waterlily. I let some coworkers borrow it a few weeks ago and I'm glad they made me say the name outloud because I totally butchered the word peony. As it turns out, pee-ONY (pronouncing the "ony" as in pepperoni) is not the proper pronunciation. As much as I'm not a fan of the word "flirty" so much, I'm a fan of the lotion.

While in New Hampshire, my mom and I were poking around this store of trinkets and wonders next to the restaurant we were waiting to eat. Always one to test out the testers, we dove into Olivina's Honeysuckle Rose and really haven't looked back. Sorry boutcha, Vicky's lotion!


I wish I could add a link to the scent of this lotion because it's seriously awesome. It's strong enough to smell fresh, but not so strong that people don't want to be around you. (Or maybe you have other issues - we're not judging here).

It's expensive stuff but trust me when I say it's so worth it and your hands will thank you.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

i objectively agree.

I, too, think "Duke sucks"



but even if you don't think so, you still have to think this is funny.

And on that note, TAR! HEELS!

Monday, November 22, 2010

keeping banana randoms alive.

At the risk of repeating myself, it's the little things. It's always the little things.

Like this message I received this morning from Megsters:

"everytime i have a banana i think of you and your random blog. so it was a little random treat from me to you."


It's a RANDOM banana.

Yesssssssss.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

seeing the light on a saturday night.

When I'm feeling under the weather, the things I crave the most are endearing movies, hot chocolate and the relief in knowing I can lay horizontally on my sofa without guilt.

Last night, I went to go pop in Love Actually (always a fantastic go-to) when I realized my television was already on TBS and Shrek 2 was about to begin. Always a sucker for clever cartoony movies, I opted to watch the ogres find love...again.

The second movie of choice was again on TV by chance: The Holiday. While its focus is around the Christmas holiday - and I'm a big believer in waiting until post-Thanksgiving to think about Christmas - my fuzzy brain couldn't switch it off.

Photo credit

It was a fantastic decision because it reintroduced me to what I had forgotten is one of my favorite movie quotes of all time:

"I'm looking for corny in my life."

If that doesn't hit the nail on the head for my life, I don't know what does. I embrace corny with my whole heart and this movie - while overall, not corny - understands this.

What's not to love?

Friday, November 19, 2010

the most literal pie chart in the world.

As Thanksgiving approaches, I find I am thankful for literal and visual charts.

Photo credit.

Now add some cool whip, hand over the fork, and no one gets hurt.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

live in a colorful world.

I'm a sucker for personality tests.
Always have been.
Always will be.

Here's a quick two minute personality test that simply uses color.

Take it here.

Feel free to share your results with me - I'd love to see 'em.

Here are mine - pretty darn right accurate:

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

when strangers impress me.

I got back to my apartment last night to find an envelope above the apartment mailboxes with my name on it.

Capitalized and sturdy, KERRI ANGEL on one side.

Curious as to what was going on, I flipped the envelope over and found this note:




Not knowing what check they were referring to (I knew my rent check had already been cashed), I ripped it open.

It was a check I had given my dad to pass onto my mom, which he must have dropped in the flurry of last week.

I had no idea that my mom hadn't gotten the check so this gesture was so unbelieveably awesome to me. It's proof that people still do things without needing or receiving acknowledgment (there was no name on the envelope so I have no way of knowing who this was from).

When strangers impress me, it reminds me that there are good people in this world, which is refreshing and rejuvenating.

Monday, November 15, 2010

new victories in new hampsha.

After an intelligent conversation last weekend in Dallas about why Illinois is in the Midwest (it's pretty mid, but far from West), it makes me appreciate the Northeast and all the seacoast has to offer.

Roughly 3 months ago, I came back from a great run in Chicago, called my dad and suggested we run a half marathon together. I know Joe and I know the idea would strike him as "genius" (many of my ideas often result in this thought for him). We did some research and he stumbled upon the Seacoast Half Marathon in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Timing was perfect and it was in a location with a bit more scenic views than our beloved Midwest.

Suddenly after nine weeks of training and logging miles, the weekend was here!

The lure of the weekend was taking in all the sights. We started Saturday enjoying downtown Portsmouth and picking up our packets. It's the kind of town you just want to place in your pocket and carry with you everywhere because everything is so freaking cute.

Adorable church on Congress St.

After our packets were picked up, we drove north all of five minutes to the Maine coast. Holy gorgeous. My best educated guess is it's named Maine after its mainly ridiculously gorgeous views. Bless Amanda's heart - she provided a list of "Opportunities" for us to enjoy our time up here in New England. On the list was Nubble Light in York, Maine. After realizing the mini lighthouse found in the middle of the parking lot was not the actual Nubble Light, determination led us to this view of the sunset.

Nubble Light sunset

Ever since Dad got an iPhone,
he's stripped me of my camera happy fame.
And I'm okay with it.

It was a delightful Saturday, but since I'm a competitive person, my stomach spent the day in knots. I was ready to run and put my training to the test. My goal for the race was just to finish with a smile on my face. Luckily, I was not only running with one of my biggest fans, my other biggest fans were cheering us on along the route: my mom and my godfather, Mr. Bob Crowley. Thank goodness for all three.

Pre-race shot. That's a nervous smile if I've ever seen one.

The cool thing about official races is strange fans come out of the woodworks. As seen here:

Every race needs one.

I don't have any post-race shots yet, but I can tell you I sit here, writing this, as a finisher. Miles 1-9.5 were strong until I felt a BOING in my right hip. My darn IT band started acting up and we managed to shuffle our way through the finish line. It was pretty painful, but I was a happy girl just to finish. 13.1 miles is a long way to go for me and the wicked awesome ocean views made me appreciate natural beauty, even while running.

For anyone thinking about running a race (of any length), chose wisely because the US has some pretty awesome hidden treasures to enjoy.
Make it an experience.
Enjoy the experience.
And trust me when I say, it makes it a much more delightful experience overall.

Monday, November 8, 2010

making lemonade.

You know the phrase: "When life hands you lemons, make some lemonade" (and toss in some blueberry vodka for good measure).

Labor Day weekend, I was putting my "Favorite Daughter" title to the test when Mom and I got up early on Labor Day to cheer on my dad as he finished a half marathon. We greeted him at the finish line after awarding people with random awards: Mr. "Should not have worn those shorts," Mr. "Americana," Ms. "Ouch it hurts to run,"etc.

As we loaded back into the car, I glanced down at the right hand and almost cried. My Nana's ring was missing its pearl. We looked everywhere but turns out a grassy knoll is not the ideal place to lose something of value. Luckily I still had the gold setting the pearl was not so securely nestled in.

Flash forward until now: I assigned my mom the task of finding a cool stone to fill the pearl's void. I thought it was a neat idea to have her pick it out since it was her mom's ring. It'll make for a good story if I have a daughter or my brothers do (oh that thought just freaked my freak so we'll come back to that at a much later date).

BUT here's the outcome!


I love how it's something that no one else in this whole big wide world has. Just don't ask my dad what stone it is...as his first answer was "sapphire," then "amethyst." Poor guy :)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

McLovin? what kind of a stupid name is that?

What are you trying to be, an Irish R&B singer?

We just wrapped up a long six days of booth set-up and trade show wonderment - PACK EXPO. It's the biggest trade show of the year for us and having handled all the details, planning and coordinating of the show, I'd say it went pretty well!

However, the highlight of the show for moi occurred at the booth next to ours. On Sunday, day one of the show, I saw him working their booth and thought, "He looks like someone I know," but I couldn't quite place it.

Flash forward to Monday and it came to me. It wasn't that he looked like someone I knew - he looked like a grown up McLovin from the hysterically inappropriate movie, Superbad.


I don't want to think about what it says about me that I was so gung ho about capturing him on film, but day four was slow. Picture success! One other success I wish I had gotten? Him saying..."I...am...McLovin!"



Oh well - picture vs audio? Samesies.

I'll take what I can get.