Times New Roman

So I'm the only one in the office which means my two-coworkers jobs have got handed down to me. I open up this crappy looking piece, all text and stupid bars cover the damn thing and on top of that the font Times is used. Yeah it's a step up from Times New Roman, but it's the same thing! This is newspaper type not type that sells classes. Get out of the eighties - your font choices have reached triple digits.

Lunch Break

Today I rode the bus to Brady Street to have lunch with some old co-workers. Then I rode it back to work. Across from me this 20 something year old wearing a blue fannel jacket was trying to sleep. A couple stops later he moved to the front of the bus but as he was getting his backpack a blue pabst light can fell from his coat. Hmm. So while picking up his empty - he drops another one. Two empty beer cans in his pocket. Wasn't there a trash can he could dispose them in? And was this his lunch? So he moved to the front of the bus, bounced his head and squinted at the person across from him.

I’m not drinky

Say’s the girl who’s celebrating her birthday.

Last night Sara and I headed down to Chicago to celebrate Sue’s birthday. I finally got to meet the best of the best of her boyfriends. We bonded over our glasses of water while digressing how rough it is being the designated driver. Then Sue would pop over dancing to the cover band playing Tom Petty motivating people to rally up for his next show at Summerfest. One thing I couldn’t understand is how different Sue is from her friends she grew up with. While both were polite and nice they seemed ultra-conservative. Neither was crazy dancing or bopping around talking to people. It just was strange seeing extension of someone who is so outgoing and fun not be somewhat the same. Not that I didn’t respect her friends which I did I just expected something else. And when the bar brought the bottle of Jameson up to the second floor that wasn’t expected – that was needed.

Now Sara and I haven’t done a little road trip in since we had a girl’s night in Appleton. I think that long rides draw out significant conversations. I know both of us tend to get stuck with emotions that we can’t work out by ourselves. While family or friends or work won’t go away – it’s nice to be taken away from their burdens to figure out where to venture from this point. The beauty of last night is that you can put it all out, get it out of your system and let the darkness and fog soak it up. The morning is an entirely new day.

Comfy!

Taa Daa!

My chair is finally done. The before shot is EXACTLY how the chair was found in a back alley of an apartment building in Shorewood. I covered it in a super soft white suede. It is one of those chairs that you cannot drink red wine or eat a cheesburger.

It's a blizzard!

It was a blizzard yesterday. I couldn't even cross the street without getting pelted with snow!