lessons learned january 22 - 29

drench water, despite it's lovely packaging, tastes like watered down sprite. bleh.

dutch executives can be funny. then mean. then funny. then say the f-word.

i have the same jeans as a boy in my illustration class. wonder what size he wears...

my new typography teacher has designed for... anthropologie. squeal!

strange voices have the ability to enter our living room through the ps3... and it's completely freaky. (right ang??)

sometimes when people say mean things to you it still makes you cry, even if you don't want to.

haagen dazs amaretto almond crunch is a blessing directly from heaven.

i have an attitude problem. apparently.

it is never a good idea to make peanut butter toast without checking to see if you have milk first.

there is a fine line between a co-worker and friend. it's best not to confuse the two.

family first. always.

life moves fast. really fast.

i am happy with who i am. and i know that i'm not perfect. but i'm still becoming.

the obama / pelosi combo makes me a little nauseous.

and finally, for your viewing pleasure, a charming photo of myself frisbee golfing:

amen sister.

by the end of the day i just fall into bed completely cross-eyed. but the new website for the invitations is so close to being ready! stay tuned... it will (hopefully) rock your socks.

behold. a photo of my foot.

mike and i started playing soccer again on saturday. it was fun. until we started running. and then the fun stopped. very abruptly. i tried to trick my mind into thinking i was not actually running, but it doesn't really work out when your legs are burning. and jellified. and still moving. some people feel great when they run. i, however, feel three things: doom, despair, and DEATH.

other helpful realizations that occurred during the game were: 1) i currently have the leg speed and coordination of a baby giraffe, 2) a minor injury with blood (the blood is crucial) almost lets you rationalize why you missed eight wide open shots, 3) it has been far too long since my legs have seen the sun, and 4) mike is neither uncoordinated or out of shape. i would normally place this last one on my list of why the universe is completely unfair and partial to people with long eyelashes, but he does do the dishes every night, so i will let it go.

i resolve to:

1. find a planner

2. not lose the planner

3. try and keep my phone charged at least 2 days a week

4. if the phone is miraculously charged, keep it close so maybe i will pick it up when it rings

5. stop being afraid to pick up the phone when it rings (side effect of a horrendous inbound calls job)

6. eat more reese's puffs

at least i know i will be 1 for 6

2010 motto: under-promise, over deliver!

picture story

introducing: ryan

he has lived approximately 6 houses down from my family for 15 years.

he likes golf.

and funfetti cake.

and my older sister jessica.

and as of last night is about to become the newest member of our family.

WE ARE SO EXCITED! :D

graham cracker contest '09

rules:

1 hour time limit

use whatever is on the table

must use graham crackers

must also use the runny, in-adhesive icing to hold everything together (no offense kate, it was the recipe, not you) it was the x-factor. it made things intense.

teams:

steve & lou

jess & ryan

me & mike (we dominated)

jen & jord

jeff & syd

and kate. who was brave enough to go solo.

kate was little tricky. the front was neat and tidy and structurally sound...

and then the back was BAM! in your face gumdrops. with a snowman for good measure.

jeff and syd started by building the tiniest midget house possible (for lou we assumed).

and then threw everyone off by going vertical. (don't breathe, it's not too stable).

my side shot was super blurry, but it was less than 2" wide. very impressive.

steve and lou built a home for suicide gummy bears

balcony or diving board? you decide.

ryan and jess went modern / contemporary. it is called "the Graaaa-Hom Craquer."

jen and jord went a little tim burton on everyone

check out those creepy marching snowmen

and cannibalistic gummy bear trees

and then there was us. i almost feel bad for our sheer domination - that's right lara - we totally won!

all credit due to monette and her first class supply of sprinkles, sparklers, and pretty much everything else under the sun. we love you monette!

we had bigger, grander plans to make it a more authentic fenway, but the one hour time limit killed us. just wait until next year...