A Father

I quit my job this week

I'm back to freelance work. But not after I have my first summer vacation in 6 years! Booyah, 9-5 jobs!

We had some good times, Creative Services, didn't we? Map-making! See you at dinner! Kranky-Franks! KMC! Creamery Outlet! Formal Fridays! CS Video! Appleshop!

May 2011 Class Photo:
Tyler (honorary CS member), Dallas, Danielle, Ayumi, Amanda, Julie, Natalie, yours truly, Austin, Sam. Not pictured: Alison, Amber, Patty, Christian, James, John, Salvael.

Now, about that summer vacation. . .

Utah

putting down dem roots.

Mother's Day No. 2: Janeen

My mom just might be the most fun person I know.

Thanks for teaching me to love:

reading
writing
dark chocolate
harmonizing
making up my own lyrics to popular songs
karaoke
lawyers
partying
April Fool's pranks
Utah
short hair
the gospel

and for being just all around awesome.

Mother's Day No.1: Dreams

The things they don't tell you about are the dreams.

 #1. Milo is accidentally dropped at the top of an escalator. In horror, I watch him tumble down the sharp metal stair structure. Wake up in a panic and go check on him.

#2. Milo falls into a bucket of lead-based paint. (How did I know it was lead-based, which has not even been manufactured since 1978? I just did.) Wake up in a panic and go check on him.

#3. Milo is flying a tiny, Milo-sized biplane. He is wearing old-timely flight-gear. He crashes into a sand dune a la The English Patient. I run to the crash site. His tiny plane is in flames and he is covered in grease and smoke and debris. He tries to crawl out, but sadly for both of us, babies don't learn to crawl until 6 months. Developmental disaster! Wake up in a panic. Relate the story to Jared, and can't decide if I'm terrified of the dream or if I think the idea of Milo in a biplane is cute.