Happy Hallowe’en!
This is my costume for today – not so much a costume as my actual clothes, but hey. Whatever works right?
It was really nice earlier this afternoon, so I’ll take you on a pumpkin tour of our neighborhood.
October 31, 2009
February 14, 2009
December 24, 2008
December 17, 2008
The day was cold and bright.
We followed our guide to our chosen tree in Field 2.
We claim our prize
I take the first cut
Mr. Cleaver takes a couple swipes of the saw.
The tree is free, though not free of ice!
The tree is thawed. A lot of ice is removed.
We decorate.
Ornaments are hung.
We enjoy!
Our first Christmas tree together!
December 8, 2008
I think I waited all of five hours after getting home from my California adventure before taking out the Christmas Decorations.
I refuse to do Christmas before Thanksgiving, but once it’s Christmas time I am all to eager to jump in!
I’ve got too much going in way of making Christmas presents to get too crazy with the decorations this year, but when I saw this how-to on Design*Sponge, I had to pull out my cardstock and scissors to do some paper crafting.
I’m quite please with the results!
December 4, 2008
So after a week and a half of work at the new job (by the way, I’m working at a Community Development Entity -we’re helping people through building business and bringing development to low-income areas – it’s very cool), I was allowed to take a day off of work to take a 5:30am flight to Southern California for Thanksgiving.
Yes, the weather was nice (65°F!). Yes, I enjoyed my In-N-Out Burger on the way back from the airport. Yes, the food was excellent. And yes, Mr. Cleaver ran into a cactus. But the best part of the whole trip was this:
photo courtesy of my big brother LukeI got to meet my little cousin. I got to learn a three-needle cast off with Jeanine. I got to go through my grandmother’s quilt collection. I got felting tips from Zoe Ann. I got to hear about Alexis’s wedding plans. I got to talk about living in the Midwest with Ray and got to know my sister-in-law better. I talked photography with my brother and Mr. Cleaver spoke French with my Uncle’s mother. I tested the law of probably with my grandpa on the Roulette wheel in the “man room” and walked the Huntington Gardens with mother. I learnt that most of my family reads this blog (Hi Family!) and got to see the lighting of the Mission Inn with all of the population of Riverside.
In a word, my trip was wonderful.
And I couldn’t be more grateful.
October 31, 2008
July 9, 2008
The City of Chicago, traditionally schedules their Independence Day fireworks for 3rd of July, and this year I found out why – they couldn’t compete on the 4th.
It was as though every father on the North Side of Chicago was competing for the Cool Dad of the Year award – and Mr. Cleaver and I seemed to be only people along the Illinois side of Lake Michigan without a personal arsenal of fireworks. On the Forth, as we grilled burgers and sweet corn, we were treated to the cacophony of whizzes bangs and pops of hundreds of firecrackers and small fireworks. As the evening grew darker, the serious displays began. We saw at least three separate private displays of large-scale fireworks, more or less, continually shot off for an hour and half, and that was before the big show started just behind our backs.
As it turns out, a golf club located on the block adjacent to our apartment building sends off Fireworks on the 4th, as well as the first and last days of summer – and their display was a real treat. Mr. Cleaver and I agreed that these were on par or better than the Portland or Napa fireworks (our respective hometowns).
There were in a couple fireflies joining the fray and adding a twinkle or two of their own.
All in all, it was a pretty perfect fourth.
February 14, 2008
A few days ago I received a valentine from the most unlikely of sources, the Office of Annual Giving at my Alma Mater or if taken literally, the even stranger source of a light switch.
Now I’m all for almuni donations, and I make a small contribution every May, but somehow, I doubt this is really going to rack up the donations for old WU.
I tired to photograph the card, but it was too long to get the whole poem in clearly, so for your reading pleasure, I shall transcribe it here:
Oh well.
February 7, 2008