Ah, memories

For your viewing pleasure:



A fairyland ferret wedding.


Ex-Hippies


Before the brownies kicked in...


YESSSSSS!!!! Can we please do this again next Halloween?


Not so sober in a sombrero, but hey, I was finally 21.


Panters and Fat-Ass, I mean, Lou


Talegoni Olympics (isn't that Angela's sweater?)





Probably my favorite picture of these two.


Before Pantalones mastered the art of pad thai and spring rolls. No one makes rice quite like you, my dear.


Proof that Nej was born in 1970.

Mod Queen

I have changed the blog template. Since I am Blog Moderator Queen I can do this whenever I please. And drive all of you crazy.

I started writing what is a "graphic designer's" version of a Master's thesis today (if there ever were such a thing...it will quickly be made pretty, of course). One page took me 6 hours. And I'm through a quarter of my outline. Maria Bojangles, can you lend me a small vial of your Super-Last-Minute-Paper-Writing skills? Damn I was always jealous how you could read a book in one night, write a kick-ass paper on it between 2 and 4am, and wake up at 8am feeling like a million bucks. Your teachers never had a clue, did they? No wonder you became famous.




P.S. Mod Queen says: Post. And if you've already commented, oh ho ho! Post.

Stealing a moment

I have secured the infant in his high chair watching Little Einsteins, so I can spend a few moments with you. My escape to adult life. The little one slept through the night (Praise the Lord), then woke up at 8:45am to eat 3 jars of baby food. He had his 6 month checkup on Monday and is doing great. Weighing in at 16lbs 3oz (25%) with his height at 26 inches (75%). The doctor says he is tall and lean just like his daddy.

There is so much to be done today. I photographed a schools JROTC department back in January and now we are going to have the parents proof and purchase the photos. This is after I have made them available online for proofing, sent home proofs with order forms and 5 ways to pay. This has been an extreme headache, waste of gas and stressful. We proposed that we would give them a large framed print with all the students (much like the ones from Band or Orchestra in high school). If we dont make the $$$$ that we need to cover the cost they may just get the print and have to frame it themselves. We are a small company not looking to be taken advantage of by some high school JROTC leader. Oh!!! AND when we put in our bid for this back in November we also bid on their Military Ball which is to take place on March 14. So why, after I have gone to the school, taken photographs and delivered some that ordered online, am I told that we need to submit our for the Military Ball. WTF!!! So today when we go there Mr. LT. Col. Butler better have some good news. Oh so what I have to do today is pack up both of our Macs, pick up photos to deliver, get order forms, get Dana packed (bottles, diapers, clothes, etc), prepare dinner, and I am sure I am forgetting something. We have to be at the school by 2:30 to begin setting up.

Next, I have this lady who had her baby Feb 9. We took her pregnancy photos and her newborn photos. She is so picky. I have never had anyone critique every little detail. We put a book together of her pregnancy shots. She went through and told us to move photos from one page to another, change the color of the page, make this one bigger, blah blah blah. So now I have designed her announcements. Believe it or not she loved it, but she wanted the words changed, the font color changed and "what size are the photos on the announcement?", and "this morning it looked good and now it looks lime green, we didnt want you to change the color." Are you kidding me!!!!!!!! So I politely told her the color wasnt changed your computer has not been calibrated. She asked my opinion I wouldnt give it because if she doesnt like it then it comes back to me and she is so FRICKIN' picky that I cant deal with it.

Thanks for the vent :)

Off to tend to DanaMax.

Land o' Elsa

And to update you on my life, since I am currently utilizing Angela's perfected "Avoidance Therapy" technique and baring my toushie to the one we like to call School:

In Elsabelle Land I have two weeks until my finals for the quarter. But "finals" is the incorrect term, it's really one critique and lots of blood, sweat, and precious lost hours of sleep (and tears, yes). The gist: Bare your soul to 3 or 4 panelists who could probably give a shit. But, 'tis the real world of design that awaits me...on the very near horizon. I have one more "real" quarter where I will take a full load of classes, then I have my "graduate" quarter (in the summer) where I focus on building out my portfolio. My final quarter I'll have an advisor or two, perhaps take one class, and spend the remainder of the time fleshing out old projects. Or throwing them in the trash and completely starting from scratch. But alas, I get ahead of myself.

Though my quarter appears at the surface to be wrapping up, in real time I am barely keeping my head above water. I have an incredibly intense workload, and at this point I've been pushed far enough that I've reached Apathetic Stage. And want to shoot my teachers with bazookas. You know those people who spin plates on their noses, ears, and eyelids? I'm doing all of that, with the plates full of Thanksgiving dinner. Eventually the cranberry sauce is going to fly off and smack a table guest in the face.

But enough about school. In life-land my mom has sold her house and closes on it this Friday. Ohh, too bad it can't be with good ol' Hippe & Assoc. It's been very strange watching our house empty out over the past three weeks. This past weekend the biggest furniture was packed up and put into storage. She's headed to New Orleans for a while, then on to Oregon once she finds a house out there. I am very sad to see her go, also because I want to be near to help support her...but I know this change is so good for her. Scary, but good. When isn't change scary anyway?

Now my bed is luring me with its down comforter coattails....

*If you do not publish a post the blogger monster will hide out in your closet...or under your bed...or in your cereal bowl.

buenos!

Welcome chicas! Here is where we shall post all of our deepest secrets and such thrilling everyday happenings as how much lint we had to pull out of the dryer. I look forward to the fantastic fun.