I’ve neglected this blog for a few days, so here’s what I’ve been up to.  Pictures to come when I have more than 5 minutes to get anything done.  
 
Friday – I took the day off and met up with one of my best friends, Heather, and her adorable son, Gabe, for a few laps around Loose Park.  The weather was gorgeous, and it made me jealous of all of the other people at the park who get to do this on a regular basis.  We talked about marriage and kids and family, and I had the best time.  When I got home, I worked on my pro bono interior design project for Bea and created a few fall fashion looks for a friend.  Daniel and I got on the road with our friends Sam and Kristen and headed to the Lake of the Ozarks for a couple of days.  Sleep didn’t come until 4 AM when Kristen and I pushed aside the Pimms and round three of Cranium and ran inside after something (probably a crazed killer) ran into the side of the house.  Despite the guys’ reassurances that nothing was lurking in the shadows, we couldn’t be coaxed back out on the screened-in porch.
 
Saturday – Our good friends Jill and Rob arrived, and we headed to the bar across the street to watch the MU game.  Mizzou won! and we made our way down to the dock to finish off the daylight by floating around on noodles and reading celeb mags.  With the evening came fajitas, delicious peach cobbler and more crazed rounds of Cranium.  Let me just tell you that Kristen was able to successfully guess every object I sculpted out of clay.  Michelangelo?  Maybe.
 
Sunday – We visited the outlet mall and the Imo’s buffet at a lightning speed and then booked it home.  I met Bea for coffee and presented her with the mood boards I had created for her living room and bedroom.  We chatted forever over mochas and a raspberry brownie.

The weekend was so good.

When I get frustrated at work, one of two imaginary scenarios pop into my head.  In the first scenario, I punch a hole straight through my computer monitor.  In the second, I lay my head on a window sill and then close the window with emphasis.  Today is a slam my head in a window kind of day. 

I’ve been working on an environmental report for the past three days, and when I came into work today, I thought I was almost done.  Finishing up a few things here and there, I notice that the person who wrote the vegetation section of the report forgot to include the scientific name of a particular grass species (don’t kid me, this happens to you all the time at work).  So naturally, I type the plant name into the Google search bar.  And low and behold, I select the first search result, and its the vegetation section of my report word for word.  Two hours later, I realize the wildlife section was also plagiarized. 

HOW OLD ARE WE?  This person makes more money than me!  

I don’t know about you, but I knew that plagiarism was against the rules by second grade at the latest.  In fifth grade, I moved to the head of the pack for a writing competition (with cash prize) held by the Daughters of the American Revolution because some imbecile plagarized portions of his story.  The format for the competition was a fictional story based of historical facts set during the pioneer days.  Shortly thereafter, I moved out of first place when the Daughters asked me if my character Rachel would actually be allowed (based on history) to leave the farm and attend school.  Through tears, I felt the cash slip through my fingers as I blubbered, “No. Girls at that time weren’t allowed to attend school.  At the age of 16, Rachel would have been married to her third cousin and knocked up by now.”  Or something like that.   

Jared went home with the prize that year and probably spent it on something babyish like a Space Jam t-shirt or pogs.

Loving these items from Ferm Living.  A danish company founded by the genius Trine Andersen.  Check it out.  So much more good stuff.

Ceramics by the genius lenneke wispelwey

When I told my mom yesterday about my new career aspirations, she said, “That sounds more like a hobby than a career.”