That's Greek, ya'll. Kalyn & I went downtown to It's Just Crepes, which is becoming one of my favorite digs in Cincy. There are two of these within two miles downtown, but unfortunately those are the closest and only locations around here [sad face].
REWIND:
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| oh, hello, shellac |
Why? Well, Kalyn needed a quick touch up, but her normal spot was well out of the way of our agenda. So we settled for a *different* place, to which neither one of us had ever been. We figured it would suffice, since it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, anyway.
Long story short,
TWO AND A HALF HOURS later, after filing her nails down
beyond the fingertips and applying about 15 layers of bonding, clear coat, more bonding, shellac, clear coat, pixie dust, and who knows whatever else she had, the lady was
finally done. An hour and 45 minutes into our visit, a girl came in to get a whole new set of
acrylics, each one painted a different color, and was almost done by the time Kalyn was being finished.
Oy.
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| southwestern crepe | it's just crepes | cincinnati, oh |
I've recounted previous visits to this place, and I've yet to take someone who hasn't enjoyed it. I mean, look at that sucker! {the food, not KP} My favorite thing about this place is that its founder/owner is originally from Greece, so he's legit Greek. His motive in opening a restaurant was because there are crepe stands on practically every corner in his home Greek city, but none here. Basically, I love crepes, and I love this place. De-lish.
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| brittany | cori | kalyn |
Sorry about that reso [phone camera]. This was our little visit to Bellevue/Covington to see Brittany and her beau, Rob.
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| pasta salad |
Pasta salad, compliments of Brittany!
There's not many better ways to spend a Saturday night than to just hang out on the backporch of someone's house and do nothing but relax.
Coming from a house headed by an Italian mother, I am such a sucker for pasta salad.
Plus, we brought out the D90 and got some silly candids to go along:
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| `brittany. cori. kalyn | gun show | lol |
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| best friend :) |
All in all, pretty good little Saturday!
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Oh, and for the record, it's
Saturday night, so that means that the rapture did NOT happen. We are
still here, so that means that that 80something-year-old Harold Camping was wrong, once again [1994]. His contextual
abuse of scripture that resulted in thousands of followers makes me honestly, literally sad. It is this type of fanatical heresy that scars the true efforts behind genuine Christianity and the promises upon which it is
actually based. As a Christian, the one thing I do know about the Rapture and any related events, is that it will come as a thief in the night, at a time that
only God can see [2 Peter 3:10-11]. Let's get Biblical and remember that we are to live our lives
every day,
every moment to a capacity that would honor God, not just in the moments we think may be our last. Nowhere in the Bible does it state that we'll be instructed to sell all of our belongings, quit our jobs, or try to
murder our families [read about that here] in advance. I mean really?
10 But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything done in it will be laid bare.
11 Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and godly lives.
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So, with that on my mind, I'm going to live this life the best way I know how that will glorify my God, so that when that day
does come, I will have given my best for every moment on the books.
See you tomorrow :)
xo |
cmd