Announcement!

Alright, guys.

We must pause in the Disneyland Road Trip Saga, because I have an extremely important announcement to make.

I am becoming a housewife!

It's true! Okay, okay, I know. I'm not actually a wife. And I don't own a house....but come on! I'm wearing curlers in my hair for goodness sakes! That must count for something, right?

And as if my rediscovered obsession with grocery shopping isn't enough to prove it, I have photo documentation of my slow, but steady transformation into a real, genuine housewife.

I wake up at the crack of dawn and have my morning coffee.

(Ok, that's a total lie. Usually, Mindy wakes up at the crack of dawn, and I roll out of bed at about...mmm...9:15. And I hardly ever drink coffee.)

Anyways, while sipping on my coffee, I read the newspaper. Wait...

We don't get the newspaper. But we do have lots of other intellectual reading material to choose from.


By 7:36 AM, it's about time to whip up breakfast, so Mindy and I go hard to work in the kitchen making pancakes.

GIANT pancakes.

We really like pancakes.

And just breakfast food in general.

Mindy goes to work, and I find a little time to do my AM craft, while watching Regis and Kelly to catch up on current events.

And...that's enough break time! I go back to work slaving away in the kitchen like a good housewife should.

Every ultra-successful housewife faces moments of failure.

Like when dish-washing duties get out of control.
Oops.

But in the end,...

You get a quiche!

Or a batch of delectable cookie dough. See, it all pays off.

Finally, I am rejoined by my fellow housewife, Mindy, and you know what that means...

Happy hour!

And what can make happy hour better? Nothing, you say? Wrong. Oh no, there's one thing that can make improvements on happy hour, and that is...

...a cake!

Chocolate pudding cake, to be exact. The only problem is in order to have a cake, you've got wait for it to bake.

So, to pass the time, we neatly wash all the dishes,...

Make good use of our pots and pans,...

And become spokes-models for Nestle....

...And our various kitchen appliances.

And at long last, our cake is ready! Mindy does a dance of baking celebration.

And this concludes just another day in the lives of two accomplished housewives!

So, that's it, I guess. I just thought that I should make this housewife thing known, in case someone has a house we can borrow or is in need of a wife.

Wait. Scratch that last part. I'm not ready to be anyone's personal slave yet.

I mean, I don't even own a vacuum cleaner! Or a minivan. Plus, I've definitely got to perfect my gardening skills before I can share my housewife-ing talent with anyone else.

Yep, there's still work to be done.

Disneyland Road Trip DAY #2: California Here We Come!

Once upon a time, I thought that it was 50 miles to my Grandparents' house and 300,000 to Spokane. My Grandparents live a mere 7 miles away in Tukwila, and Spokane....well, let's just say it's not quite 300,000 miles to get there from Renton.

Geography has never been my strong suit.

With that said, driving to California was a good refresher course in geography for me. And for the record, California may not be 300,000 miles away either, but it sure can feel like it is when you're strapped into a moving vehicle for the 2nd day in a row.

After getting a good night's sleep at Redding's local Super 8,

We grabbed a bit of delicious continental breakfast...

And packed up the car to recommence our journey to Disneyland!


It wasn't long before we were hungry again, so we stopped at a Taco Bell in the desert. Darn those speedy metabolisms.


It must be a result of all the energy we use making these silly faces...


...and by silly, I mean really cool.

Nourished and full of chain-style Mexican food, back on the road we headed. We had to reach USC before nightfall, or else, we might get terribly lost trying to find Steven's storage locker!

Oh wait. We did. Get lost, I mean. But that's another story.

Anyways, back to the road.

Dad drove.


And Mom folded pieces of paper (don't ask me; she'll have to explain it to you).


And I listened to the never-ending collection of tales of bloodshed and destruction.


Lindsay slept.


And finally, 20 billion hours and 9 minutes later....


WE MADE IT!!!!!


Although Disneyland didn't seem so enticing at that point, as you can discern from the photograph pictured above.

Disneyland PART 1: The Neverending Roadtrip

Yes, that's right, the time has finally come for me to share with you all the chronicles from our, well, now not-so-recent trip to Disneyland.

But first, let me make one thing clear:

I. LOVE. Disneyland.
Like really. A lot. I don't think I could ever get bored of it. It truly is such a magical place. Every time I'm there I have countless moments where I'm either:

1) Ecstatically happy.

2) Exceedingly thankful.

Or...
3) Seriously inspired.

I mean, Wishing makes your dreaaaaams cooooome truuuuue!!! (Fireworks, fireworks, crash, bang, boom, music, Tinker Bell/Dumbo flying across the sky!)



You tell me, who is not inspired by that?

Anyways, the point is, when my parents announced that I was invited to go with them, Lindsay, Steven, Tony, and Brian on a road trip to Disneyland/USC, I was REALLY excited.

No.

You know what? REALLY excited doesn't even begin to explain it. In fact, I don't think I can even put my excitement into suitable words.

You see, besides the fact that it's a trip to Disneyland with my wonderful family, this trip was also one that I wasn't sure would happen. Ok, I'm not sure that that really made any sense. Basically, what I'm trying to say can be best described in a bit of a story. About 2 years ago, I woke up one morning and realized that I might never go on vacation with my family ever again. Needless to say, I was sad and distressed. So distressed, in fact, that I proceeded to call my Mom and practically cry over the phone about that morning's realization. It was then that the good news came.

"Well, you know, Krista," my Mom said, "if we go on vacation in the near future, we'll probably take you with us." My Mom is so great. That was exactly what I needed to hear. Sometimes, we just need someone to remind us of these seemingly obvious facts, so thank goodness for Moms :)

The moral of this story is that I was pumped! I love my family, I love going places, what could be better?

So, off we embarked on our road trip to the happiest place on Earth!


Besides the feet taking up residence next to my face, it was fun!

There were sandwiches...


And grapes...


And after several hours of powering it down the freeway, Lindsay, just having flown back from Japan, succumbed to sleep deprivation. Brian read her a thrilling bedtime story.

Soon, however, the company became very sparse.


So, I proceeded to join my parents in listening to one of the audio books that they chose for in-car entertainment. Here are just a few novels from the thrilling selection they brought along to accompany us for the 40+ hours we spent in the minivan:

Anyone see a theme here?

But the book that really took the cake was this little award-winning masterpiece...which was actually selected by none other than yours truly.

Mistake.

As if the horror stories weren't bad enough, we plagued ourselves with 6 hours of dating propaganda. Apparently, my problem with love so far is that I don't own a magical wedding dress, which, according to this book, is the key to finding your soul mate.

Yeah right. My question is, how did this possibly receive a #1 rating from the NY Times? All I can say is that there's gotta be some sort of politics or bribery going on in the Times' Book Review Department. Ridiculous.

Anyways, after spending an insane amount of time in the car, we finally made it to Redding, CA, Stop #1. Thank goodness, cause I was getting slightly tired of the mass-murder gore projecting from our car speakers. I mean, I'm not trying to complain. Roadtrips are fun. But let me just give you a taste of what we spent the first 10 and a half hours of our journey listening to.

Here's a little excerpt as I recall it: "I jammed my thumb into his eye…My thumb popped his eyeball sideways. Blood spurted in all directions as I pushed my thumb in."

Ummm...disturbing.

I knew every way to strangle, torture, and break someone's pinkie finger by the end of that book. Thanks, Mom and Dad.

Let me just say though, I don't care what your form of road trip entertainment is. You try riding in a minivan with 5 other people for upwards of 10 hours and then tell me how excited you are to get out of there.

We made it to our first stop, emphasis on first. Yes, that's right, we still had another day of driving to go. Redding is no Disneyland, trust me.

But now, since it's late and I'm getting drowsy, I think now is a good time to pause in the Road Trip Saga. Stay tuned for Road Trip Day #2! I know you are all already waiting with baited breath to find out what happens next in the Gibbon family's most recent adventures!

Don't worry, I'll be back soon!

And don't hold your breath for too long.

Sometimes, I like to pretend to be a model...

...And sometimes, it works!

Hello All!

Just thought I would share another of the photos from my adventures in modeling with all of you! If we're friends at all on Facebook, then you've probably seen this one:


But! That's old news now.

And the new news is...

...THIS!


Just a couple of the crazy, awesome photos taken by the beautiful and talented Diana J. Lee!

And little did I know, Diana had taken photographs of me before I even knew her! Remember these babies from last year's Seattle Fashion Week?


Both taken by the incredible Diana J. Lee. Who woulda thunk that a couple years later, we'd meet again! Awesome.

And another update on my sporadic modeling career...

...I got a job offer!

Just got an email from an agency, asking me to come in to be a Zumiez fit model. Now, if you don't know what being a fit model entails,...I will tell you. You stand around while people fit clothes to your body, so they will fit other girls' bodies. Sounds real exciting, right? Well, I don't know about exciting, but it is a job. And it pays really well. So, all in all,...

I dig it.

Cross your fingers for me that I'll fit their...umm, fit-ness.

And look like the 16-19 year-old age range that they asked for.

Although that shouldn't be too difficult for me :)

MEAT.

Some people are carnivores.

I am not.

And neither is Lindsay, really. It was all a ruse.

I mean, we like meat. And we like to eat it. But seriously, who in their right mind buys this much meat?

No one is this much of a carnivore.

Unless you're a dinosaur, then this is like a little snack. Otherwise, what could you possibly need $84 worth of meat for? And really, I don't think that this picture even does this meat justice. I mean, these were huge slabs of meat! HUGE! There were like 27 families of cows sitting in that fridge section alone. Poor cows. And probably no one will ever even buy them. Unless someone is having a mass barbecue. Or if they have a pet dinosaur.

In other news on the meat front...

...I bought some!

I would take a picture of my fridge to prove it, but my camera's broken. Can you believe that? I've never felt so lost in my entire life! Ok. That may be a bit of an exaggeration, but you know me, or if you don't, what are you doing reading this? Anyways, if you know me at all, you know that I love taking pictures. But a couple weeks ago, my camera broke, and in Disneyland of all places! I tried taking it to the Toontown camera shop....


...but no one answered the door. That was weird. I guess they were closed or something.

Anyways, without my camera to document the meat currently taking up residence in my freezer, you'll just have to take my word for it. It's there.

Now, that doesn't mean that I've cooked any meat yet, but it's a start. I'll get there.

Eventually.