helping out

per my post last night, if anyone is able to help there is a donation fund set up for the triplets. you can email  nicolezwerin(at)yahoo(dot)com for the address if you would like to send a check to nicole (the friend who requested the print), or a Paypal donation can be sent to her at that email. if you would like to donate some other way please email her. so far they have been able to raise $4300 for the babies and any other donations would be sincerely appreciated.


if you want to read more about meghan and see her adorable triplets you visit their blog at http://mbjmaybebaby.blogspot.com/.

sad, sad, sad

believe it or not, i am actually putting posts together about the missionary madness + wedding. coming soon.

until then... here's a sad story i just can't stop thinking about.

this week i got an email about doing a custom poster for someone whose friend had passed away kind of suddenly. it gets sadder. she left behind a husband and the cutest triplets that just had their first birthday a few weeks ago. this friend had been diagnosed with cancer five years before (three weeks after her wedding!) and had been battling it on and off. she wanted to do a print to hang in the nursery and remind the triplets of their brave and beautiful mom. the quote is christopher robin talking to winnie the pooh, and it sort of breaks my heart every time i read it.

cancer is the worst.

madness

in 6 days...
called a senator to get jen-fen back
welcomed her home with open arms
failed a religion test
strung a million feet of doilies
welcomed a brother to our crazy family (yay lara + bryce!)
cried happy tears
lit 200 candles
ate lots of waffles with lots of out-of-town family
listened to jeff give the sweetest farewell talk
cried
listened to jen bear an amazing testimony in spanish
cried again
hugged my little brother really tight
waved goodbye to him for two years.

it's been an amazinglystressfulfabulousoverwhelming week. i'll put pictures up. eventually.

dear argentina, please give my sister back.

i have four sisters.

one sister is getting married on friday.

another sister was supposed to come home from her mission today, but argentina is holding her hostage.

her original flight from buenos aires was cancelled late last night. when we found out she wouldn't be home this afternoon, it sort of felt like how the whos felt the morning they woke up and saw that the grinch had stolen christmas, (the part before they started singing). then the real fun news came this afternoon, two hours before her new flight was scheduled to leave.

she lost her passport.

no passport, no flight. which means she is still sitting in buenos aires when she is supposed to be COMING HOME. we've missed her, a lot.

and we really need her to be here for this wedding. everybody cross your fingers and say a prayer, ok? and if anyone knows anyone at the u.s. embassy in argentina, let them know that a really funny, pretty hermana who's still wearing a black name tag will be paying them a visit real early tomorrow and if they could ship her home asap it would be much appreciated.

three years

Michael and Sara from Ryan Hinman Films on Vimeo.

and it's been so awesome.


also, i loved our videographer. he is so fantastic and i would recommend him to everyone. you can check him out at ryanhinman.com

stream of consciousness

mike just leaned over and asked if i was going to write good things about him. and talk him up to my friends. the only thing i can think of is that this morning we had the worst goodbye kiss i can imagine. he didn't know that i had just brushed my teeth and i didn't know that he had been pounding sour patch kids. lets just say that it took less than a second for him to push me away and act like i had poisoned him - complete with convulsions. mint toothpaste + sour patch kids might be the worst combination in the world. anyways...

for the first time last week i read a class syllabus before actually going to class. so happy i did, because the first thing i read was that they weren't going to start taking attendance until september 7th. naturally, that meant yesterday was my first day of class. i knew we had a quiz on hinduism, and i forgot my book at home, so i let the internet be my guide during my lunch break. guess what, folks. wikipedia has not replaced actual textbooks - proved by the fat 20% i got on my quiz. kind of comforting that we still need textbooks, but problematic since i lost the book...

i'm doing my first official bridal fair this saturday. i'm a little nervous to talk to people and i haven't finished figuring out what my booth is going to look like, so my current plan of action is just to camp out under my table with my laptop and watch netflix. as long as i'm in the booth i don't owe them extra money for not showing up, and that's all that really matters, right?

commuter-ing

i still have posts about new york. technically, i still have posts about our fourth of july trip to boston... since i never did any. it seems kind of lame to put them up since i'm back home again, but they are just lurking half written in my posts folder and i think it would drive me crazy to delete them. so here we go.

martha is almost on the river in west chelsea. the commute wasn't too bad though. one block to the train, 5 stops to times square, transfer, 2 stops to 28th, and then walk 4 avenues. when i left in the morning i would hum to martha to martha to eat like a pig... strange? yes. and now i can't remember the words to the real rhyme. i usually read my scriptures on the way down and a novel on the way back. i finished a few books on my phone this way, and the strangest was dracula. kind of twisted. and super strange reading about men eating flies and sucking blood while you're riding the subway with some sketchy people...

the daily journey:

start in harlem - hop on the train - grab a seat - times square transfer - emerge from the subway - martha greeted me everyday. so thoughful, right? - a pretty church - chelsea school. cue to plug my nose because ten steps later it always smelled like sour milk - the highline... getting closer - a sliver of the building - hooray! made it! - the entrance.