weddings

One time my friend Stephanie got married to the love of her life. And I was there! In St. George! Here are some photos of the lovely day:

Justin & Stephanie! It was sunny.

Kissing! Gross.

Our table at the reception. You can see a hint of the bridesmaids' red cowboy boots on Rachel (front right). Sexy.

Garrett took some artsy-fartsy pictures and Jen and Tess helped.

The quatro amigas! The last time we were all together was at my wedding in May. I miss these girls.

Can you see why we're friends?

This is just one of the many things we have done over our 2 week Christmas break out of Iowa. Party!

boston day 2: beach style

Today we went to the beach. We got lost on the way up—classic—so we went to Rockport instead of wherever the other beach was we were going to go to. It was definitely rocky, but that made everything more fun! The beach we found was just little and we had an amazing picnic lunch then went for a hike on the rocks.

Jen lead the way and the rest of us followed.

Though Stephanie often took her own path.

In the end we reached the point of the rocks and were proud of our triumph!
(PS the girl in the middle between Carter and Jen is Jen's amazing roommate Jane.)

All over the rocks on the beach was this crazy green seaweed type stuff. I thought it made a great beard.

The tower in the background is where we climbed to. Once we got up there we read a sign saying that it was private property and we were to return back to the beach. Really, friends? Lame. But lucky for the owners it was late and we had to head home. So we left.

boston day 1: freedom!

Word on the street is that Stephanie had never been to Boston. What? So Carter and I (and Jen's tour book that I grabbed from her shelf on our way out the door) acted as her guides to the city as we explored it, tourist style.

This is the Harvard library named after Harry Elkins Widener, a Harvard graduate who died on the Titanic, supposedly for being unable to swim 50 yards to a lifeboat. His mother donated the money to the school to build the library in his name with the stipulation that all Harvard graduates prove their ability to swim 50 yards. Here we are holding our breath in hopes that the lifeboat will make it to us in time to save us.

The whispering arch on Harvard campus. It reminded me of the Incan temple where you could whisper into the wind and someone across the way could hear you.

Later we ran into James Dean...

and pretended we were statues at the Tanner Fountain on Harvard Campus. Obert Tanner was not only one of our ancestors but also the founder of the company my dad works for. Fun fact!

After that Carter somehow became imprisoned...

...and I was almost eaten by the Lampoon Castle.

Then we found our way to freedom by following the red bricked Freedom Trail!

Stephanie and Carter headed off with confidence, aided by the melodious sounds of a Mennonite choir.

My route was slightly more tenuous as my bag made it hard to keep my balance.

Soon we met up with John Adams and wondered at his resemblance of The Penguin from Batman.

We also participated in a poorly attended town meeting at Faneuil Hall. Stephanie had a lot of opinions.

I just took notes.

On our way back to Jen's apartment in Cambridge we spied the most incredible old man ever on the T!

Once at home Carter impressed Stephanie with his amazing new suit that he bought last week to attend his friend's wedding dinner today up in Georgetown, MA.

While Carter was at the dinner Steph and I, now reunited with Jen, sat upon our upturned umbrellas and ate amazing pastries from Mike's Pastry in the North End.

Jen got a slice of heavenly German chocolate cake.

Stephanie got an amazing fruit tart.

And I got a scrumptious apple...thing. An amazing end to an amazing day.

project #13: key stationery

My friend Stephanie and I have been friends for our whole lives. Our families lived in Brooklyn together and even though we've moved around several times since then and we now live across the country from each other she is one of my best friends. Here we are in our Brooklyn days. Can you pick us out? Let me give you a hint: I am the tallest (as always) and Steph is the shortest. (Fact: she still comes up to my shoulder.)

In our older years we joined a gang. An old man gang. No tattoos, just pseudonyms and fancy back stories. Stephanie is Harold Miller. I am Ronald Foster. We had other cohorts, one with the name of Paul Burton. Here we are on a regular day. Also Halloween. Check out our amazing facial hair. We made it, er, grew it ourselves.

Right now dear Harold is stuck in the arctic cold of Idaho and is without a job. She is also not taking classes. She is bored out of her gourd. SO we are going to become pen pals. SO I made some stationery to write my letters on. SO I can't wait to get her first letter (she said it's already in the mail) so that I can send her one of these!

I inked actual keys to stamp onto the paper and made a whole serious of them with all different keys. Then I used my amazing re-set-able stamp to stamp "Dear Harold" across the top of each one.

I also hand folded a series of envelopes to house the stationery in. I made them 3.5 in. by 5 in. which is the exact size of the smallest envelope that is allowed through the US Postal system. Fun fact. On the flip side I hand set a stamp with Harold's mailing address so I could just stamp it on each envelope, but I won't show you that because then you'd know where she lives... And this is the internet, people.

Here are some more of the pages with the key stamps that I used. I made twelve in total (though only 9 are pictured here) and they are all different. I have to say that I am sort of in love with this.

the crafting revolution

Exciting news! Last week I made a series of accordian books for my class I'm taking at Cooper Union, and my teacher (Esther K. Smith of Purgatory Pie Press) said that she thought they were good enough to sell! She suggested a little independent bookstore called St Mark's Bookshop on the corner of Third Avenue between 8th and 9th Street on the east side of NYC, right by where my class is, that sells artist books.

I checked it out yesterday with my amazing friend Tess and sure enough, they took them! They only take 3 at a time, so I gave them 3 (even though I'd made enough so I had 11 with me, no big deal) and the guy said they could probably go for like $3 each. Hooray! I'm going to check back in after my class on Monday and see if any have sold. (Note: They are also now on sale at my etsy store for the same price.) If you're in the area of Greenwich Village I suggest checking out the bookshop—they had a small but pretty good selection of self-published zines and other artist books. I bought 2 small comic zines for Garrett face cuz he loves stuff like that. Maybe he and I could make some little comic books—he's a really clever illustrator—and we could sell them there too. There are just so many possibilities... Also! There was a zine there called Slice which reminded me of the lovely zine called The Slice that my good friends Stephanie, Megan, Jen, and Whitney made our freshman year of college. I still have all the issues on my computer. Maybe we'll have to bring it back and take the world by storm!

After the bookshop stop Tess and I went over to our friend Henry's art show, also at Cooper Union. Henry is our friend from pre-k. That's right, when we were like 4. Henry and I found each other on facebook our freshman year of college and now we are sort of friends again. He's super artistic and amazing and I love his beard. I gave him one of my books and he seemed genuinely excited to get it, which is really nice and flattering because he is an amazing artist and I just pretend. The art at the show was his and another chick's, and Tess really liked the other chick's stuff; she had two pieces with clouds that were pretty sweet. Tess really wanted to slip one into her purse before we left, but I persuaded her that that was bad form. Henry's stuff was great too, lots of work with textures and colors. My favorite of his was a painting of what looked like the view looking up through a canopy of trees, and then next to it a painting of that painting hanging on the wall. The shadow the canvas cast in the painting of the painting was exactly the same as the real painting on the real wall in real life. Very clever.

Later Tess and I headed over to her brownstone in Brooklyn where we talked crafting and made plans to go to some craft shows together this summer—that's right, we're gonna share a booth and sell Books & Bags—and I convinced Tess to get herself some free business cards so she could impress people with her professionalism and shtuff. We also talked about the importance of blogging so she could have pictures of her stuff online so people can see it if they're interested in buying, etc. All in all it was a super successful night! AND so fun! Tess is seriously one of my most favorite people. Hooray for friends, fun, and art. Also independent bookshops.

ALSO! I would be remiss if I did not at this time post a link to the blog of my good friends Ashley and Rob Lugo. Rob is a super talented ceramics guy (potter? sculptor? what would be the word for one who makes ceramics?) and Ashley is just all around creative and amazing. They recently opened up their own Etsy store and have some great stuff on there. Take a look! You might find something you never knew that you couldn't live without.

echoes in my brain

Today I woke up with this song in my brain. I have no idea how it happened. I can't even remember the last time I heard said song. Also I think it is dumb. And yet it seems that my brain disagrees. Or at least my unconscious brain does.

Dreaming is strange, isn't it? There are all sorts of theories as to why we dream and hundreds of books and websites claiming to be able to analyze our dreams. My friend Harold dreams all kinds of crazy dreams and for a time she would look up meanings about her dreams online. They pretty much never made sense. But sometimes they are funny. Like once she had a dream that had scissors in it and the interweb told her: 

Scissors
To dream that you are using scissors, denotes decisiveness and control in your waking life. Alternatively, it may suggests that you need to get rid of something in your life. It also represents your ability to cut things or people out of your life. Perhaps you are being snippy about some situation.

Note the clever play on scissors and the word snippy. You gotta love it!

Ok, so now let's analyze my dream, or rather, the simple fact that I was dreaming about that song I mentioned earlier. Some key words might be song, phone, kiss. And the analysts say....

Telephone
To see or hear a telephone in your dream, signifies a message from your unconscious or some sort of telepathic communication. You may be forced to confront issues which you have tried to avoid. Alternatively, the telephone represents your communication and relationship with others.

Wait. So a telephone signifies communication? That is so wacky and crazy! I would have never guessed that on my own. But wait, there's more:

Cell Phone
To see or use a cell phone in your dream, indicates that you are being receptive to new information. It also represents your mobility.

A cell phone represents mobility?! Where are they getting this stuff? Classic.

Kiss
To dream of a kiss, denotes love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. To see others kissing in your dream, suggests that you are too involved in their personal lives and relationship.You need to give them some space. If the dream ends just about you are about to kiss someone, indicates that you are unsure of how he or she really feels about you. You are looking for some sort of relationship with this person but you are not sure about how to go about achieving it. If you are heterosexual and you dream that you are kissing someone of the same sex, then it represents self-acceptance. You are acknowledging the feminine or masculine side. 

To dream that you are kissing someone's hand, signifies respect.

 

To dream that you are kissing someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend, indicates your wish to be a relationship and to experience the energy of love. You may be sexually acting out. You may also need to awaken your passion. Alternatively, it indicates a lack of integrity on your part. If you are kissing a close friend, then it represents your respect and adoration for your friend. It may or may not signify a romantic interest for him or her.

   

To dream of kissing an enemy, signifies betrayal, hostility, or reconciliation with an angry friend. Consider also the saying "this kiss of death". If you are kissed by a stranger, then your dream is one of self-discovery. You need to get more acquainted with some aspect of yourself.

They don't say anything about kissing a phone or through a phone... I think this site is a little behind the times.

Songs
To hear or write songs in your dream, indicates that you are looking at things from a spiritual viewpoint. Your future path is a happy one with good health and much wealth. Consider the words to the song that you are dreaming about for additional messages.

I'm not sure that I would associate Soulja Boy with spirituality, but I like the idea of good health and much wealth. Interesting that it says to point to the words of the song for additional messages, though. Let's see...

Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on
Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home

Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me

I need you in my life, yeah all day everyday I need ya
And every time I see ya my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't
Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two

Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on
Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home

Baby I been thinking lately so much about you
Everything about you, I like it, I love it
Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone

Baby you so sexy, your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can't
Six, seven, eight, triple nine, eight, two, one, two

Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on
Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home

She call my phone like
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
We on the phone like
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

We taking pics like
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
She dial my number like
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Six, seven, eight, triple, nine, eight, two, one, two

Baby you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot baby girl and that's the issue
Girl you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby kiss me thru the phone, I'll see you later on
Kiss me thru the phone, see you when I get home

Well despite the lyrical variety, there does seem to be a theme: I miss you. Huh. So, taking everything into account, my dream seems to be telling me that I am missing someone that I love. Oh, probably my boyfriend who lives in Michigan. Wow. Pretty deep: my dream self thinks exactly the same things as my awake self. If only my dream self could be a little more sophisticated...

textually speaking

When people send me text messages that I think are funny I save them. Pretty soon my whole inbox gets filled up with locked messages and I have to go through and delete them. Here are some of my favorites of the moment, preserved in all their spelling and typo dignity:

• From: Brendan Hancock—Last night i had a dream where i needed to get some secret information from an intelligent talking globe. So i made a holographic program of princess leia and a silber android lying on a bed. The globe was in an elevator and when the door opened he saw princess leia and the silver android rubbing the sheets seductively and eyeing him. He stood looking at them for a second, then stepped off the elevator into the room. My cd-alarm started waking of up with the theme from "2001", and i said "this guy is seriously messed up."

• From: Dave Buck—You can't just start throwing apostrophes around saying they mean whatever you like

• From: Harold Miller—That is mysterious. Maybe you sleep ran naked through a swarm of them

• From: Erica Martin Ricks—You are the hippest adventurer i know. Thanks for coming to nyc. And im not jst saying that bc you left the wheat thins

• From: Harold Miller—Did i tell you that i successfully pregnated two cows yesterday? It was awesome! But I am very sore today. [...] It's a lot harder to get cows pregnant than i thought.

• From: Jace Wickman—.....can we try and fall and miss the ground

• From: Jace Wickman–Buahahaha Ahahahaha...well thats comeing along nicely
  

There are many more messages I have saved, but lots of them are from Jace Face and they are mushy and I'm not supposed to talk about them. True face. Also fact.

i scream, you scream

Today I was supposed to have a free afternoon off, but 3 girls in the house are sick so I had to sub in at one of the sites. I was ok with it because I got to go to a site I'd never been to before and it was all little kids. You know, so little that they can't talk yet and are just learning to walk so they don't really cause too much trouble or take advantage of you because you're new and aren't fluent in Spanish. When we got there all we had to do was change their diapers, put their shoes on, and take them outside. Then later we fed them dinner and put them in their pjs. Easy. Especially because there were four of us there for nine kids. Piece of pastel (cake).

During the pj-ing part though one of the monjas (nuns) asked me to bring some bottles in to the nursery for the tiny babies and help feed them. There was a girl in there already who is not with OSSO but did come down as a volunteer with OSSO four years ago. She's back living in Ecuador for 3 months and just helping out with the different orphanages while she's here. We chatted at bit (obviously: that's how I obtained all this personal information) and she seems pretty chill. The babies were super cute, too (as most babies are) and they were also really quiet which was a little weird. They fussed a little bit when it was time to go to bed, but other than that they didn't really make a lot of noise. I wonder if that's because they aren't spoken to a lot? There were only 5 of them in the nursery, but they just stay in there all day. During the day they bring them out of their cunas (cribs) and put them on a mattress on the floor to sort of play, but they can't sit up or anything yet so it's pretty much the same as the crib. They seemed pretty content, though (I mean, no crying) and they didn't have sores or flat heads or anything from laying in one spot for too long, so it seems like they are well taken care of.

Funny story about one of the bebes: His name is John (which is necessary to know for the sake of the story and I don't feel will compromise his identity too much, call me crazy). Now, the Spanish version of this name is Juan, but that's not what his name is: it's John. J-o-h-n. Now, in Spanish the letter h is always silent. Always. It never makes a sound: think of words like hola (oh-la) or hamborgesa (ahm-bore-gay-sah). So when we were feeding the babies their bottles, John had one with his name on it in masking tape, but his name was spelled Jhon. It could have just been an accident, but the same mistake was made with one of the girls named Johana; her shoe cubby name reads Jhonna. I guess it doesn't really matter where you put the h because it's silent, right?

Also, Stephanie, today I ate Guanabana ice cream. Try not to hate.

brooklyn!

On Saturday, June 13th at exactly 12:14 pm MST I received a text message that reads as follows:

From: Tess Nelson

Hey, are you in utah? Cuz i am.

I was so excited that I immediately texted her back to find out if she would be in Provo while she was here and finding out that she, her mom Janet, and her sister Emily would be in Provo that night I called them to invite them over for dinner and when they asked if one or all of them could also spend the night I said, "Of course! Yes! All of you!!!" in complete disregard of the fact that we don't really have enough sleeping facilities for everyone who would be staying; I knew that it would all work out and it did. While we have 3 couches in our living room (enough for the 3 visiting Nelsonians) one of them was presently being occupied by Stephanie who was visiting for the week from Nevada because it has been raining a ton there so they have to wait until next week to cut the alfalfa so it won't mold. Normal things. She, like I do, knows the Nelsons from when we all lived in Brooklyn when we were just jellybeans. (Janet told me that she and my mom have been friends now for 25 years. That is a quarter of a century for those of you who like fractions.) I called Stephanie to tell her the good news and her response was, "Cool." In Stephanie language this really means, "What?!? Awesome!!! I haven't seen the Nelsons in like 5 years and I just love them!!!" She was really almost as excited as I was.

I had been walking home from my friend Aleisha's apartment when I got the text so as soon as I got home Stephanie and I planned dinner (BBQ chicken with smashed potatoes, salad, fruit salad and chocolate zucchini cake for dessert), made a shopping list and went to the grocery store to purchase the necessary food items. All the while I kept turning to Stephanie with a big smile on my face and saying, "I am so excited!"

So, why was I so excited that three of my friends (four, if you count Stephanie) dropped by almost unannounced for food and shelter my last weekend in Provo, just days before finals when I had about a billion other things I should have been doing instead of entertaining them? Well, because I love them. I love everything about them. I love that every time I see Emily her hair is a different color (earning her the nickname "Hair" in high school) and that Tess always has a different purse that she has made herself that is awesome and that I can talk to Janet late into the night about anything and everything. And I love that they proved my linguistics professor right when he taught us that women speak slower than men but that women from New York speak faster than men from Texas (as illustrated when Nate White—from Texas—came over and occasionally interjected into our speedy after dinner banter) and that even though I haven't seen them in months we are so comfortable around each other that we pick up right where we left off and everything is the best.

Also, I love that we can illustrate AT&T's motto of "More bars in more places."

this is why i love stephanie

This is an email that Stephanie sent me today:


here are two funny stories that happened to me the other day:

1) so when my cousin was in the hospital getting his femur bone all fixed and his parents were with him I thought it was a good idea to clean the kitchen so when they got home it would be all clean. Anyway, so I had just swept and mopped the floor and made some cookies and my cousin and i were enjoying these delicious peanut butter cookies with a glass of milk...then he spilled his cup on the floor and it went everywhere! hahaha it looked like he dropped the whole gallon. It was so funny! oh man, hilarious. I did a bad job of explaining the story but it was funny.

2) Then that same day a different cousin, Luke, and I went out to go feed the calves their bottles of milk. We filled the bottles up and put them in a basket and on a four wheeler like we always do. But I wasn't quite on all the way when he started going and turned a very sharp corner. In an effort to save the milk I pushed the carton back on the 4-wheeler but then I went flying off. I thought he noticed and I was just laughing so hard because it was so funny. But he didn't notice and then drove off very fast and the milk fell off and went flying everywhere and broke open. He looked back and said he was so surprised to see me all the way back near the house. hahahaha oh man, we just died laughing. He said he didn't notice at all and was just singing away. hahaha

a day of much laughter and spilt milk.

I love you cassi
and miss you more than the cookie misses milk

love,
steph

...in my life i've loved them all

I came to the realization today that people are leaving. I've mostly been focused on the people I will be leaving, like Jen and Megan, Aleisha and Claire, or my aunt Taunya, people that will be left behind here in Utah, at least for a short while, while I go off to start my post-college life...wherever. But today while I was at church, wondering if there was teacher prep today, I looked around for Louis to ask him. And he wasn't there. He is in Chile on an internship and I will most likely not see him again for a very long time. Then there's Sydney who's going to Nepal on Tuesday, Chaela who will be doing EFY all summer, and Stephanie who is in Nevada working on a farm. Brad is leaving Tuesday to go to Florida to work at Disney World (or is it Disney Land? I always get those two confused...). These are people that I really care about who have become an integral part of my life in the past year and even longer. And pretty soon they won't be.

I'm not the kind of person who cries at good byes. I'm the kind of person who looks at people crying and thinks, "Really? Suck it up." But then about a week later when it sinks in that I won't be seeing those people every day or even once a month I will cry alone in my bed as I fall asleep. I'm happy to say that the crying hasn't started yet, and I predict it won't until I'm in the Poconos in Pennsylvania in a cabin full of 10-year-old girls lying exhausted and feeling alone. And that's when I will miss them most.

i live in a house with a mouse

I live in a house. A pink house. And I love it. I love it so much I once took a picture of it (see above) and made it into a postcard and sent it to my friend who is on her mission in Portugal. I was inspired by her postcard to me from the MTC of the MTC flag poles. There was a little blurb on the back with information about what their significance and stuff. Stephanie and I wrote a little blurb about the Pink House but I cannot now remember exactly what we said. Something about how it is the home of the famous Cassandra and formerly the home of the Stephanie. Also other things that were more clever.

My friend Suzanna also lives in a house. It is not pink. I also love it. She has some fantastic wall paper that I secretly and not so secretly covet. She also starred in a fantastic movie with other kids in her FHE group in which you can see her sexy self, fantastic acting skills, and beautiful aforementioned wallpaper. There is also a rather attractive male counterpart who I happened to recognize from my freshman year. What?! The world is so small.

On a completely different note, I randomly watched a trailer for this new movie $9.99 today. I want to see it very much but it is rated R for language and brief sexuality and nudity. What? It is claymation. Nobody wants to see clay figures having sex. Nobody.

So this movie is based on the short stories of Etgar Keret which I think is awesome not because I've read them (I haven't and the BYU Library's only copy of one of his many books is checked out until September. What?!) but because I am in a literature and film class right now and I just learned that about 60% of movies made are based on literature. 60%! That's a lot. It's pretty interesting to think about because movies and books are not the same at all, and we talk about that in the class—how there are certain things that are inherently literary about literature and things that are cinematic about movies that just don't cross over. That means that there are some things that books do that movies can't—they just can't. But it also means that there are things that movies can do that books can't. Think about it. It'll blow your mind.

Also I may or may not have but definitely did purchase the soundtrack for this movie today. I think it is the new soundtrack of my life.

patty

My best friend Patty is visiting! But her name is Stephanie. Sometimes she tells me about her dreams and we laugh like little school girls. Like in this picture how she is talking about a dream she had about finding a secret train and pulling a fruit roll-up out of a statue's pocket. But not necessarily and most definitely not in that order.

When she comes to visit we play our own version of Loaded Questions where we write our own questions. Tonight we played with Josh and Megan. Here are some of my favorite questions and answers: 

If Megan was a monkey, what would her favorite activity be? 

—To fling her poop at small children until they cried. Also juggling.

—Getting lots of new bras.

—Throwing her poop at everyone she didn't like because we all know that's way worse than kicking people which is what she does now.

If you could pick any celebrity to be your murderer, who would it be and how would it happen?

—Mr. T. I'd go down in the seventh round of a boxing match and then he'd pity my foolishness so hard that I'd die of shame.

–Chris Brown. He would beat me because he would think I was cheating on him. Oh wait, that's Rhianna.

—The Mighty Duck team—they would skate over myself until I was sliced into small pieces...or George of the Jungle—he would have taught me how to swing and then sabotage me and chop the vine.

If you could microwave any animal, what would it be? Why? 

—An ostrich because I'd like to see if it would fit.

—A turtle. And then I'd take his shell and wax it til it got really shiny.

—A poodle because I'd like to see it explode and see if it is as fuzzy on the inside as it is on the outside.

If Cassandra was your mom, what would be the best part about having her for a mom? 

—She would sing me to sleep and stoke my head and make me delicious food.

—How she buys a lot of hippie clothes for me.

—I am in love with her.

What a glorious evening.

yertle the turtle

Yesterday Yertle the Turtle died. Well, more accurately, yesterday we discovered a dead turtle in the duck pond and named him Yertle the Turtle. We had a very solemn ceremony for him. Though not as solemn as the one for Craig, Chaela's fish. Some small children helped lay him to rest in his grave beneath a giant oak tree while Stephanie said a few words. It was rather moving.

Also there were paper boats. Rather fitting as today is May Day. (Get it?) Donnie's triumphed over all. Especially Merrill's. That is all.

things that make me laugh

I have a folder on my desktop called "things that make me laugh." Here are a few things in that folder (feel free to check on the links below the pictures to find an enlarged version/the image in its original context):

(Found Magazine)

(Stephanie sent this to me. She got it from a powerpoint she was using to study for a class. I don't know what class...)

(xkcd)

(I got this from Claire.)

(Slowpoke Comics)

(Found Magazine)

(Toothpaste For Dinner)

(Patches)