Kitty Deschanel

My favorite blogger, Heather Spohr , is always knocking my socks off with her seemingly effortless crafts. She'll hand make an assortment of scarves, wreaths, and from-scratch party supplies, all while conjuring up red carpet-worthy hairstyles and posting on her blog every single day. I barely have the patience to think up the blog post, let alone photograph and document every step. Which is why this is right up my alley... Staples recently mailed me a $10 off a $10 purchase coupon (yippee!) so I found myself browsing through their store this morning, trying to figure out the best bang for my (their?) buck. Washi Tape was on sale and there were dozens of sizes and designs to choose from. It's one of those products that seems to be everywhere lately, so I decided to see what all the fuss is about. Not a blue cookie - sorry, Pica! Washi Tape is popular for a reason. Not crafty? No patience? Can't draw a straight line to save your life? Washi Tape is t

I installed the Lumosity brain training app weeks ago, then completely forgot about it until last night. That should have been my first clue. To get started with the app, I played three games which tested my "Memory Matrix", "Speed Match", and "Train of Thought" and received a Fit Test score.    Yes! I am a genius. Take that, inferior drolls of society, and bow before my greatness. Surely even Stephen Hawking gets distracted from time to time. Even so, this score was a disappointment after my victorious Speed Match test and seemed not-at-all geniusy. Further salting the wound, 76 is my most hated number. Come to think of it, 76 is my only hated number. (It's a long, dragon-related story.) The Train of Thought test had to be defective. My remaining score would concrete my value to society and elevate me to godlike status. Even better, Sexy Nerd would be super impressed. I am an idiot.

Our 9 year wedding anniversary is almost here already! These photos were taken on January 10th, 2008 on our way from the wedding at Kualoa Ranch on Oahu (without permission to actually use the site for our wedding, I'm fairly certain...) to the reception at Lei Lei's Turtle Bay. It was the 4 year anniversary of our first date. So young. So dorky. Click here for another digital scrapbook page from our wedding album.

January 2017 will mark twelve years at my job at a children's dental office, which is 99% of the reason Sexy Nerd and I don't have any kids. It's a job I mostly love, unexpected as it started as just an internship-like side gig between college classes and my "real" job. Here's a little taste of what I've been putting up with during that time, with the name of my boss changed for privacy...though any computer-savvy person will be able to figure out the real name without much sleuthing: Me: Thank you for calling Dr. Simon’s office. This is Kitty. How may I help you? *Beep* Me: Hello? *Boop* Me: This is Dr. Simon’s office. Can you hear me? Angry Caller: I WANT TO TALK TO A REAL PERSON (followed by a surprisingly long list of profanities) Awkward silence Me:   This is Kitty with Dr. Simon’s office…I’m a real person. Angry Caller: YOU’RE A REAL PERSON? Me: Yes. Are you trying to reach Dr. Simon’s office? Angry Caller: WELL IT’S A