greeting cards!

I LOVE greeting cards. Unfortunately, there is an abundance of mediocre un-funny cards. If you’re going to give a mediocre card, why bother giving a card? Just write a note. But a really good, funny card is totally worth it (and tricky to find).

My two tried and true places for cards are Kards Unlimited in Shadyside and Wildcard in Lawrenceville.

Kards Unlimited reliably has a good card for any occasion. So, for example, I was able to pick up this amusing card for my secretary:


See, clever, but not stupid.  And I didn’t have to sift through 6,387 boring cards to find it.  Kards Unlimited’s owners/staff are also big readers and have similar reading tastes to mine, so going in there is like visiting B&N, narrowed down to the stuff I actually want to read.  They are also a good go-to place for non frou-frou baby shower and wedding gifts.

Wild Card is quirkier and more sarcastic, and carries a lot of indie/handmade gifts.  I go there to get cards for my husband, and others who share (or tolerate) my bizarre sense of humor.  Prime example, what I refer to as “the best birthday card of all time”:

Inside: You heard me.

Completely unrelated, when I was sending these pictures from my blackberry, I found a picture I took from my office window of fog on the Mon river that I forgot about!


Imaginary Vacation: Kiribati

I spent almost 4 years working in Pitt’s computer labs.  During busy shifts, this involved a lot of papercuts and alphabetizing banner sheets within 3 letters.  During not so busy shifts, this involved drinking a lot of Mtn Dew: Code Red, scouring the CIA World Factbook for countries I’d never heard of, and planning imaginary vacations.

Kiribati      also: Kiribati on Wikipedia (pronounced Keer-ree-bahhs, and formerly known as the Gilbert Islands) is a collection of coral islands about halfway between Australia and Hawaii.  It has beautiful beaches and frequent typhoons, and is the only country in the world to fall into all four hemispheres. Most homes in Kiribati are actually thatched huts.  They’re one of the world’s poorest countries, have no major industry, and live mostly on an Australian trust fund.

Kiribati Presidential Palace

Kiribati Parliament house

There are 19 “airports” in Kiribati, 4 of which have paved runways….I assume “airport” is defined loosely and includes undeveloped swaths of land large enough to accommodate the landing of a small plane.  A round trip flight with Air Pacific (based in Fiji) between Los Angeles and Tarawa (Kiribati’s capital) looks like it would run $1700-2000. However, Christmas Island is the island in Kiribati with the most tourist appeal.   You could get to Christmas Island via charter flights either through Perth, Australia or Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

In imaginary vacation world, I’m made of money, so I’d stay in the luxury accommodations of The Sanctuary  (sorry Rachel, you’re staying with Grandma for this vacation, no kids under 15 allowed at The Sanctuary)

And since Christmas Island is mostly a national park, I’d spend my days there bird watching, snorkeling, and on the beach. Most of all, I’d just be excited to spend a couple days disconnected from the internet and my blackberry (ha, I say that now, but I’d probably go through srs bizness internet withdrawals).


New domain, new direction

This blog is new, but I’m not a new blogger.  I’ve been blogging almost daily since January 24, 2004.

My blog was highly personal and password protected. I was one of the few stragglers left behind on LiveJournal.  That blog followed me through college, law school, marriage, home purchasing, and my entry into motherhood.  The whole thing is now a 54 MB, 2273 page PDF on my computer.  It took 2273 pages of writing for me to convince myself that I might have enough things to say for public blogging.

So if you’d like to see the things I have to say, interesting or not, Welcome.