I’ve finally updated the About Me section.  It’s not terribly exciting, but it’s what I could come up with at 2 a.m.  More than anyone wants to know, I’m sure.

Any questions?

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 04:57 PM Permalink

“That’s not swimming, it’s frolicking.” ~ Nick

Now tell me that’s not funny.  I mean, c’mon, it’s funny!

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 11:30 PM Permalink

Coffee.  I want coffee.  Why is that all I can think about (well, relatively speaking, of course)?  Why is coffee more addictive than soda, despite the similar (I think) caffeine content?  Why, when I never drank coffee before last year (because I had the best damn coffee in London and I’m still trying to duplicate that amazing experience), do I suddenly have the urge to leave work in search of the nearest coffee house? 

Honestly, I think it’s mostly the ritual.  It’s comforting and exciting all at once.  Going for coffee.  It just has a ring to it.  Not going for a Pepsi.  Or going for tea.  Or even going for a drink (though that has a different ring to it altogether).  Going for coffee can be a solitary experience or a social event.  It can be quick and feverish, like a forbidden affair; it can be leisurely and languid, like lovemaking on a summer afternoon.

Coffee drinking is about cupping the warm, steaming mug in my hands, worrying in back and forth gently as I blow the steam and inhale the aroma.  It’s about the first taste and swallow, the soothing, rich, fulfilling smoothness of it.  If the coffee is the perfect temperature-- not so hot it burns my tongue, not so cool that it tastes like paste-- all the better.  Coffee with the hint of chocolate or vanilla or hazlenut (but mostly chocolate).  Coffee that is sweet and creamy and swirly on my tongue. 

I want coffee.  I need coffee.  I need comfort.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 04:56 PM Permalink

The following is an exact (okay, almost exact) transcript of a conversation I had today with a five year old girl.

Me: (Reading a book, oblivious)

Little Girl: Uh oh, we got Christians.

Me: What did you say?

LG: You know.  Christians.  (Followed by the most adorable nose-wrinkling you’ve ever seen)

Me: I know what Christians are, but what do you mean?

LG: (Gesturing toward the back of the library at three little girls, ranging in age from four to ten) Back there.  Christians.  They don’t want to read about mummies.  They don’t believe in ‘em.

Me: Well, they don’t have to read about mummies if they don’t want to.

LG: (Holding up a stack of nonfiction books about mummies that she somehow managed to find on her own) But they’re real!  They should know about mummies.

Me: Maybe they like reading about other things.

LG: (Shaking her head and staggering away under the weight of her mummy books) Gotta watch out for those Christians.  They don’t believe in anything.

I couldn’t write something this funny if I tried.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 12:26 AM Permalink

I was just informed there is now a Lush in Washington, D.C.!  I feel a road trip coming on!  It won’t be as good as going to London for the original Lush in all its sweet smelling goodness, but at least this one is within driving distance.  Of course, I should probably plow my way through the sixty-seven bath bombs, thirty-two bubble bars and nineteen soaps-cut-off-the-block (I’m exaggerating, but not by much) I still have from my last mail order purchase before I make a pilgrimage, right? 

Nahhh… like chocolate, you can never have too much Lush.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 09:32 AM Permalink