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Enjoy. I am. :)

If you were a t-shirt

From typetees.com

If my friends were tee-shirts…

Scott would be

Steve would be

I would be

Will =

Hannah =

Paul =

I would keep going, but I should probably get back to work.

High-Five, Grandma

As you may or may not know, I was a smidge stressed that my wedding dress didn’t fit.

Sure, you could zip it up, but after about 20 minutes, my back hurt. It was too tight.

I remember it being tight when I tried it on the day I bought it, but not this tight.

I tried losing weight, but that just made me all light-headed and tired and discouraged and stressed out and irritable.

So I called up the local Bridal Salon and asked around to a few different people. It looked like alterations were going to have to be the way to go.

The woman who wore the dress last got it altered to be smaller (she’s Korean, and petite-er than I), and just the other day we noticed a ray of hope – a pretty easy fix around the zipper. It had been taken in on each side by about an inch, and that was exactly how much room I needed.

So grandma took 8 hours yesterday and hand stitched the zipper back to where it was initially. Apparently the dress wouldn’t fit into the sewing machine or something, it was too thick, so she did it by hand. Then I went up there after work and tried it on.

And it fits.

I can breathe in this dress. I can be happy in this dress. I can EAT in this dress! Sit DOWN in this dress! YAY!

God provides.

I gave grandma a high-five. We (mom, grandma, & I) are all really happy. YAY!

Teary Eyed

I read a blog post today that was supposed to make me teary-eyed. It was heart-warming. But it didn’t make me well-up with tears.

This post, however, did.

If I were a computer programmer…

I would create a program…
called “QuiltMaker”.

And you’d drag and drop squares and triangles, and create your own patterns, and then you could create “blocks” and fill up your quilt with your blocks to see what the quilt would look like completed, and upload pictures/scans of the fabric you’re using and plug it into the shapes and the patterns would be scaleable, and it’d have all the measurements for you, and you could print it off and use it as a guide…

AND YOU COULD SHARE YOU QUILT PATTERNS WITH OTHERS IN THE QUILTING COMMUNITY…

and, and, it’d be awesome.

AND it could tell you the difficulty level. The larger the quilt (baby/crib sized, throw blanket-sized, twin, double, queen, king sized… etc.) and the more complicated the design (triangle shapes are more complex than squares) etc.

Yea… that would be a cool program.

Hot Docs

I’m goin’!!!

(It’s a Documentary Film festival – and I LOVE documentaries AND film AND excuses to go downtown and feel artsy).

Our top 6 choices are:

Objectified/Pockets (double header)

Featuring a who’s who of international designers, the director of Helvetica offers a fascinating look at our complex relationship with manufactured objects in this engaging exploration of creativity, utility and sustainability.

What’s in your pockets? Filmmaker James Lees asks Londoners to share what they’re carrying in their pockets and what it means to them. From tiny treasures to the downright bizarre, the contents of Pockets provide quick and charming social insight.

Art & Copy

“Where’s the Beef?” “Just Do It.” A good ad moves product, but a great ad moves culture. Creators of the most revolutionary advertising of our time explain how in award-winning filmmaker Doug Pray’s tribute to the art of advertising.

Zombie Girl: The Movie

Perhaps the best “making-of” movie since Hearts of Darkness, this irresistible doc chronicles 12-year-old Emily’s inspirational two-year struggle to complete her directorial debut – Zombie Girl.

The Yes Men Fix the World

The Yes Men are back, bravely and brilliantly infiltrating corporate corridors with outrageous political pranks. Can they find a way to defeat the cult of greed and save civilization from its excesses? Yes, they can.

Laughology

Laughter: Plato hated it, the Bible discouraged it, scientists avoided it and Victorians thought it could drive you insane. After Albert Nerenberg loses his laugh, he embarks on an epic quest to discover laughter’s source and meaning.

Hunting Down Memory

While searching for the horse nomads in the mountains of China, Øyvind forgets the first 27 years of his life. Upon his return home to Norway he relearns social norms with childlike innocence.

I wish I could see them all (there are dozens and dozens). Check out www.hotdoc.ca for more.

Bubbles

Are great, eh?

Don’t forget about PEOPLE

“There is NEVER any reason to be unkind.”
- Dr. Ravi Zacharias

I’m convinced that an inverse relationship exists between how much you hate your job and how well you know your colleagues. I don’t mean that if you bring cupcakes to the office and join the party planning committee you will immediately start loving your job. I’m saying that it’s hard to hold a grudge against your micromanaging boss when you have been walking with her through a bitter divorce. And you can’t get too mad over your health insurance premium increasing when the coworker you babysit for was just laid off. Even if it means talking to the maintenance guy with the awkward lingering handshake or the woman in accounting who steals all of your purple paperclips, at some point you have to make yourself vulnerable and invest in the lives of others. You may not learn to love your job, but you can learn to love your coworkers.

- David Buckmaster, Regaining Passion for Your Job, Relevantmag.com

T Hanks

So you know when you’re typing really fast and you hold down the shift for too long and you say…

“THanks!”

and then it get underlined because it’s wrong? And on most programs you right click to see a drop-down menu of possible “did you mean to type this?” options?

I usually just select the first one. It’s usually what I meant.

But why is “T Hanks” first?! “Thanks” should come up a million times more than “T Hanks!” There’s a Tom Hanks fan somewhere in the coding world trying to screw us all up, there is!

“Is your soul well?” He asked.

What is my soul? Is it well?

“uhhh, yea, well, sure, it’s – ok. I’m ok.” I stammered.

I don’t know what my soul is but I sure didn’t think it was well.