Monday, November 29, 2010

It's because I woke up thinking about it.

Dear Patrick,
Before we discuss Thanksgiving and things of that matter, we must talk about one thing: there are only

19 more days

until I can eat that Cafe Rio pork burrito with black beans not smothered but cheese on top with everything else inside and on the side plus a small Creamy Tomatillo dressing and a Mexican Coke. That's all I want for Christmas. And every other day for the rest of the year. Thank you.
Love, Adrienne

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

It's because I like kids more now.

Dear Patrick,
Have you seen this yet? I love it.

The story of Jonah from Corinth Baptist Church on Vimeo.

Yay God! Hooray! Hoorah!
Love, Adrienne

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

It's because the heart of life is good.

Dear Patrick,
I am counting the minutes until this day is over. I think it started off bad because it's my favorite day of the year and I woke up knowing I couldn't participate. Uninformed. So pathetic. Sidenote: North Carolina schools get out for election day. What is that? That's not fair. Anyway, I had planned a trip to Asheville today since I was out of school as well. As I headed down, my mind wandered to a place I usually keep it from going too deep in. I was reminded of my father, reminded of his absence, reminded of how if I ever get married my husband and family will never know him, reminded of how much it sucks that he's gone, reminded of how much I took him for granted, and on and on and on. Needless to say, I was flooding up the car as I drove. The road I take to get to the highway is long and currently under construction. There are many places with only one lane and therefore many places with the "slow/stop" sign turning men. At one such place, I had a "slow" sign and I noticed the man look surprised as we made eye contact and then immediately pull out his walkie-talkie. I watched him turn and watch my car in my rear view mirror. And when I reached the other man 300 feet away, he was putting down his walkie talkie and gave me a little concerned smile and waved. All I could do was smile and cry harder for the next 20 minutes, but really it made my day. Sometimes it is the tiny kind acts of strangers that make the difference. Sometimes it's the strangers who are the only people who can do anything. And it's times like this I am reminded that people are good. People want to be good, and want to be good to other people. Given, this world is full of crazies that we never stop hearing about, but I do believe that most people care, in one way or another.

So, to the road construction workers in Yancey County,
to the cashiers in that 7-11 that let me use the employee bathroom when I really needed it,
to the cute family in Virginia that rescued Margot, took her to the vet, bought her all kinds of things without ever expecting to keep her,
to the three separate people who stopped that one day when I was taking pictures in Sardine Canyon because you were worried I had a flat tire,
to the boy intern from USU that walked me back to my hotel when I got separated from my group in DC,
and to anyone that thinks your little kind acts go unnoticed,
I say thank you. Thank you for being alive. Thank you for taking that one tiny moment to think so selflessly about the needs of someone else, someone you've only known for a split second and probably will never see again. I think about you all the time. You are the reason for so much good.
Love always,

Sunday, October 10, 2010

It's because I'll take the husband if you give me the band.

Dear Patrick,
I'm considering getting married, only so I can hire Tiny Home to play at the reception. Or maybe I'll just marry both of them...

As if Shake Your Peace wasn't enough to make me swoon. Come on, Gabe.
Love, Adrienne

Thursday, October 7, 2010

It's because "Miss Meg taught us how to make the morning. And Adrienne helped."

Dear Patrick,
Yesterday, we started making books with the third graders. To fill some time, we had them write and draw what was most surprising about their day at Penland. Imagine 18 third graders, in aprons, learning to paint for the first time. This little boy's was my favorite:

Made my day.
Love, Adrienne

Monday, October 4, 2010

It's because my life goes like this: graduation, science, mountains, children, wilderness, anything you'd never expect.

Dear Patrick,
So, I guess the truth is, the mouse won in the end. It's a sad thing and difficult for me to admit but I think it must be true. After a few weeks of begging to be moved, it happened. I moved from a house in the mountains to THE WILDERNESS. Don't think I'm exaggerating, it's truly the wilderness. I keep expecting my second worst fear to be realized and there will be a snake in my house and then I'll just have to spend the rest of my life on top of the kitchen table.Is that or is that not the wilderness? So, in an attempt to continue my streak of doing exactly what makes the least sense, I got a kitten to fill my loneliness. A real one. A really tiny real one.
Her name is Margot. We get along very nicely. She acts like a kitten and I act like her mother. Except for sometimes when she acts like a ping pong ball with sharp claws and I act like I want to sleep all the way through the night. She is cute, though, isn't she? That's why I think I'll keep her, even though all other signs point to crazy. But then again, all signs usually do point to crazy when my logic is concerned so I guess this isn't much different. But what can I do, I'm my mother's daughter. And because of my new addition, all I think about is this:

Maaaa-gic. Well anyway, new house, new kitten, new happy.
Love, Adrienne

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

It's because I'm a real art teacher now.

Dear Patrick,
I'm realizing more and more that I never really say what I do here... Well, I'm about to solve the mysteries. For the past month, I have been working with all the 4th graders in Mitchell County and we are making books about North Carolina. We've toured Penland campus, made paste-paintings about different things we've seen in North Carolina and currently we're constructing the book covers. Want to see my favorites?

This is the hands-down, no-contest winner in my mind:Are you seeing this fish?! I couldn't paint one that well. I'm so in love with this whole cover. How about that squawky bird on the back? And I don't know if you can see it, but if you look in the bottom left corner of the fishing scene, there is actually another fish there, too. The shiny spots all over it is mica. Brilliant. I keep asking Meg if I can trade him. My cover isn't as great as this one.

This is my favorite inside cover:
The colors! The red sun sparkles in the water! The beauty of the whole thing! I love love love it. Maybe I've gotten soft, maybe I've grown a heart, maybe I'm just in a crazy 4th grade mindset, but some of these kids are more impressive than I ever expected. Actually, I think there was a collection of people in my BFA show that could learn a few things from these 4th graders...

For example:Black and white.
What kind of grown-up human is this 4th grader going to turn out to be if he has already figured out values? Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.

This is my sorry excuse for a book cover. Surprised? You shouldn't be. It strongly references some earlier work of mine, but this one is less about happy races and more about inquisitive 9-year-olds. And the back cover represents my extreme fear of the spiders that own this mountain.
And the inside is my on-going excitement about lightning bugs. It's really not fair that we don't have them in Utah.

But come on, can I please have this one instead?It's all I want.
Love, Adrienne

Thursday, September 9, 2010

It's because a photo is worth a thousand lies.

Dear Patrick,
Remember when I was a pregnant teen?
I know you thought I was being serious for one second. I've never been pregnant, I've never given birth, but this picture begs to differ. It makes me laugh every time I stumble across it. Oh yeah, and remember how Colton wasn't always a mutant giant human being? I don't.

Love, Adrienne

Thursday, September 2, 2010

It's because you may have won the battle but not the war.

Dear Mouse,
I am a very territorial person. From the time I was small, I preferred to keep my distance from people and other creatures. As such, I would prefer you to respect my ways and move out. In fact, this is an order. After rearranging and redecorating my room with a variety of new traps, I promise the steps you take in returning to my bedroom will literally be your last. I don't want to share my Kleenex with you anymore.
And I don't appreciate you borrowing my clothes.
And I really don't enjoy our staring contests. I know it seems that you have held the upper hand in the past with all of the screaming and running and calling of nightwatchmen, but I will have you know that the troops on my side have a new plan of action. The fear I once had of you has matured into a deep and solid hatred. I plan to win this war, gaining sole residency of my bedroom and handing you your death. Oh little mouse, choose your actions wisely for one wrong move could end all of your hopes, dreams, and chance of posterity.


Monday, August 30, 2010

It's because I secretly like babies.

Dear Patrick,
I have been making a quilt for what seems like a year. But I finished it today and I am so excited about it I'm going to explode. It's the best quilt of my life. Best. Best. Best. If I were baby sized, I'd keep it for myself. But, alas, I'm a full-sized human being. I made it for some of my favorite people in Logan who are having a rockstar baby in a few weeks. And, yeah, maybe I should wait to post this until after I send it to them, but I'm too excited and I doubt they even know this blog exists.

Dear Jackson and Eliza,
It's okay if you hate the blanket, just send it back. Happy baby.
Love, Adrienne

Here it is:
(Maybe if I can calm down for one second tomorrow, I'll post a less blurry picture. Don't count on it.)And my fine star-stitchery skills:
And the best card I found to send with it:
Yep, that's Princess Diana.
Love, Adrienne

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

It's because I must not have made myself clear. I DON'T SHARE.

Dear Patrick,
I have been sharing my room, my life, my work with a mouse. A mouse. Apparently, even the animals get in on this community lifestyle up here. Story? Here it is. Last night I was tootling around, cleaning up my room and I was on my way to put away a book in the drawer in my night stand. Open it. Mouse. I scream like the little girl I am and the little idiot scrambles out the back of the drawer. I sit, I stare. I'm finding out that staring is my natural course of action when I'm terrified by what is in front of me. So, I'm staring and staring at the mess he's made of my apostrophe book and TWO times he comes back to look at me. After another long period of staring and thinking, "It's going to crawl on my face," I got brave. And called my mom. She freaked out more than me and said, "Call someone! Make them come and kill it!" It's really good to know someone with logic. So I did. He came, pulled out my drawer and took it outside and found no mouse. We went back in and looked in the next drawer. No mouse. Pulled out that drawer. MOUSE. I'm screaming in the corner. I'm screaming in the hallway. The mouse is running laps around my room but finally runs out and away. To where? I don't know. But it's not in my room anymore. Now my drawer has fleas, my project is on it's way to becoming a fine mouse home, I've woken my house and I'm so shaken up that I slept almost none last night. The nightman told me it wouldn't climb on my bed. I'm hoping that he wasn't just saying that to make me feel better. I'm hoping it's true. I think there will be some changes soon in my room to make it less appealing. Keep your fingers crossed.
Love, Adrienne

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It's because children come from a different world.

Dear Patrick,
I'm easing my way into this job and trying really hard to figure out how to talk to children but ultimately being unsuccessful so far. Today is the second day that the kids have come to Penland and I am mostly afraid of them. And after a few hours of thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?!" a little girl gave me this as they were headed out the door:And then I thought this might turn out okay. It looks just like me, yeah?
Love, Adrienne
PS After a few years of living strictly by Footloose rules, I went contra dancing last night. And I'm converted.

Monday, August 16, 2010

It's because it must be fun in heaven.

Dear Patrick,
Meet Natalie. Obviously, she was our best roommate. She came up to USU last fall to go to school with a pretty brutal case of cancer. And we watched with our mouths open as she juggled school and family and doctor's appointments and new tumors and was still the sweetest, most genuine friend and roommate to us. Even to me, the antisocial hermit. She died Saturday morning and my heart aches. Mostly for her family, though, because I know they're missing her like crazy and I feel relieved that she doesn't have to be in so much pain anymore. I hope one day I can be as thoughtful and brave as she is.

Dear Natalie, I love you lots. You'll be missed missed missed. Love, Adrienne
PS Say hi to my dad. I'm sure you'll like him.

Love, Adrienne

Friday, August 13, 2010

It's because I'm not open to new friendships with new species.

Dear Patrick,
Meet Penland.This is what I see when I walk out my door and down my really great steps. Whoever chose to mow the lawn that way deserves a treat.
Every morning when I get up, the little valley outside is completely filled with fog. Dreamworld.

This little swear word was sharing my bed one night. This picture really doesn't do the legs justice. Needless to say, I stood in the corner holding a shoe with one hand and covering my mouth with the other for an unknown amount of time before I chose to hit it with the shoe. Which actually turned into throwing the shoe because I was too scared. So. Much. Screaming. Apparently wolf spiders are "friendly spiders". Sorry friends, I'm a vicious killer.

Love, Adrienne

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

It's because I just run around hugging sculptures and trees and really old buildings and stray kittens.

Dear Patrick,
I love it here.
I love it here.
I love it here.
North Carolina is my new favorite place. Penland is an art nerd's paradise. They have everything I've ever wanted in my whole life. I don't think I've been this excited about anything for years. Maybe Switzerland was this exciting. Maybe not. It's like Christmas morning (well, like a non-Scrooge Christmas morning) every time I walk out of my door. It's just so beautiful. Everyone is so laid back and so nice and so great. I met Meg (the teacher I'll be working with for the next four months) today. The second I was introduced she ran over and gave me a hug like I was her best friend that she hadn't seen in years. Meg is a complete dream. I think I'm going to love love love my job. All of my meals are made for me and all of the food is SO GOOD. If I play my cards right, maybe I'll walk out of here 15 pounds heavier than when I came. And although one person should not have this many mosquito bites and I screamed at too many GIANT spiders today, I don't know if I'll ever be able to move away from here. It just fits. Pictures to come. Even one of the spider.
Living a fake life,
PS it seems all the pictures on my hard drive have been recovered. But it also seems I'm still knee-deep in the nightmare of the incident. Keep your fingers crossed.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

It's because I love Modern Family.

Dear Patrick,
The following things have happened since the last post:
  • I went to the red light district in Colombia.
  • I went to Honduras.
  • I went back to Chicago.
  • I bought a car.
  • I dripped some acid on my finger. It shriveled up like a grandma finger and then made a collection of fancy blisters.
  • I finished being a NASA scientist.
  • I flew from Chicago to Salt Lake.
  • My hard drive with all of my pictures from the trip busted. Still not solved...
  • I saw a lot of my most favorite people (but not all) and I laughed and laughed and laughed and was reminded again that I have the greatest friends in the world.
  • I packed for the millionth time since May.
  • I started my longest drive from Sandy, Utah to Penland, North Carolina with the mother. We drove all the way through Wyoming and Nebraska and I wasn't even bored. Am I weird? Tomorrow, we're driving as fast as we can to St. Louis to see the Extreme Air Sharks show in Shelby's backyard. Can't wait.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

It's because the photo gods smile on me.

Dear Patrick,
I made it to Colombia. I flew in yesterday from Atlanta and happened to sit next to a Colombian currently living in Lehi, Utah. He read the Liahona the whole way. Funny. After a billion year wait to get through immigration, we finally reached the outside. And bah bah da bah, it's chillsville outside. If you're wondering, I brought one jacket and one pair of pants to wear on the plane. I thought it was going to be a million degrees down here. False.
So... most of today was nothing. We walked to the 4Life office here and I nearly peed my pants when I saw that one of my photos from my first DR trip was blown up to like 6 feet by 4 feet and hanging in their window. I'm still so excited about that. And then we did very little of interest to anyone in the world. Except I saw this:
What could that possibly mean? This is where you should smash your car into another car? Real-life bumper cars ahead? If two cars face each other here, magical rays shoot out of the front? I even asked a couple of Colombians. They don't know either.At 4:30 was when the real day started. We got to drive out to I don't know where with the La Fundación Niños de los Andes on a rescue mission. That group is pretty great. They do so much good. Tonight what they were doing was visiting a super super poor area (which they do every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights), and playing with the kids, doing some educational activities and providing some nutrition. We didn't witness this tonight, but they also provide them with more stuff like dental work and psychological help and educational stuff, so that their parents don't abandon them and they're more likely to grow up and do more. It's one step towards cutting off the vicious cycle of poverty.
I loved being there. Seeing the kids, seeing the way they're so happy and totally love each other. My initial reaction is always to find a way to "save" them from where they are, which is scary and terrible, but I can't. Then my next thought is just how grateful I am that there are good people like this in the world that want to help them so much that they devote their whole lives to it. The people I watched tonight with the kids were incredible. I also always like being the one with the camera. I'm instantly every kid's best friend. They were so cute. BUT, this one was easily my favorite tonight:He couldn't have been more than two and at first he was pretty skeptical of me and my camera flash. But once the other kids showed him the picture I took of him on the screen he just screamed and screamed because he was so excited. He LOVED it. And I loved him. It was so cute every single time.One of the moms let us go over to her house and see it. It was pretty jaw-dropping. There are twelve of them living in the dirtiest little place. And I complain because I don't have a place for myself in our spacious apartment with only three. I just couldn't believe it. This is her in the bedroom:
I love doing this. I love helping other people get people to help people. Here are some more pictures from the night.More tomorrow,

Thursday, July 1, 2010

It's because the library used to call for Rosemary Paige Smart

Dear Patrick,
My role in the family is to make sure my 16 year old brother is sufficiently made fun of for everything he does, says, and wears. I thrive on coming up with the most ridiculous accusations and also consequences for his actions. A few months ago, Colton hadn't gotten his hair cut in a while and it was getting to that awkward length between short and cool-shaggy. I came home for the weekend and accused him of blow drying it. The sentence that then came out of my mouth was, "Colton, if you don't stop blow drying your hair, I'm going to hit you with the car." It was at this point that my mother chimes in with, "You can hit your brother with the car this year because he's already reached his deductible." And this, my friends, is one reason why I'm convinced that my mom is better than yours. Need more reasons? How about a bulleted list.

Some Reasons Why My Mom is Better Than Yours

  • When I was in high school, she and I decided that my calling in life was to become a notary.
  • She cuts out the Sudoku puzzles every day from both Utah newspapers and at the end of the week, she copies them and mails them to me.
  • She believes that Walgreens has everything she could ever need.
  • "Let's just have chocolate chip cookies for dinner" comes out of her mouth at least once a week. I think we did have chocolate chip cookies sometimes.
  • Her favorite movie is Dave. Dave. That one about the guy who looks like the president.
  • We once went to visit my older brother, Aaron, at the grocery store where he works in produce. Aaron tried to escape for a really long time and he finally thought he had succeeded because we started shopping. We spotted him from the other side of the produce department and immediately my mom starts RUNNING at him with the cart and smiling really big. Of course I did the same and Aaron did his best not to look at us. When we reached him he said, "Can't you guys leave already! I'm sick of you."
  • She claims to hate the dog but I suspect she "pats" him when no one is around.
  • She's just so smitten by my father.
Yes. My mother is great. I hope one day I can be half as clever as she is. I just adore her.


Sunday, June 27, 2010

It's because I'm Tyler Durden.

Dear Patrick,
As my family will agree, I am a sunscreen nazi. I like my SPFs high and my skin pasty. However, from the way my skin looks after a week in California, you may think I hired a child hopped up on too much sugar to put my sunscreen on for me. At one point I went home and found that I had burned a 1-inch square on each of my knees, as well as one on the end of my nose. Squares. At this point, normal people would share pictures. Alas, I only brought film. If I ever get off the couch and get it developed, you will see them.
Speaking of getting off the couch, I'm going to South America. I got a call from 4Life again... easily my favorite company ever... and I'm going with them to take pictures of more orphans. This time I'm going to Colombia and Honduras! So excited. I leave in just over two weeks and if I'm not captured and held because of my pasty, pasty skin, I'll eventually post those pictures, too. Get ready for more babies like this:


Saturday, June 12, 2010

It's because it's still 1997.

Dear Patrick,

Monday, May 31, 2010

It's because I move a lot.

Dear Patrick,
Come August, this will be my new home:

It's a beauty, right? I know. I just got an internship at Penland School of Crafts in Penland, North Carolina. This is me, growing up. Actually, this is me pretending to grow up. I'll be working with a teaching artist in some surrounding schools, making books with third, fourth, and tenth grade classes. On the phone, the lady said, "I've been worried thinking maybe you won't like it here because it's just so green." Yep, I don't see that being a problem. So, so, so excited.

Happiest Memorial Day,

Sunday, May 30, 2010

It's because I'm so warm and so hungry.

Dear Patrick,
Things have happened. I will share them.
  • I got a perm. I believe it is the second or third perm anyone has received since 1997. And let me tell you, I don't know why the world let that trend go. It has taken lazy to a whole new level. Purposeful bedhead for the whole day. Incredible.
  • I got a job as a scientist for the summer. It makes a lot of sense for me to be a scientist. I'm working on a project for NASA. Normal, right?
  • I cleaned my bedroom. Now, this may seem like one of those why-would-anyone-care-to-know-that statements like "just walked out my front door!" followed by "getting in the car!" then "driving to have lunch with the girls!"... somehow this turned into hating on facebook statuses. Drives. Me. Crazy. Anyway, this bedroom cleaning was no ordinary bedroom cleaning. I am not a tidy person. Now times that by 12 years of untidy build-up of things that seemed so necessary to keep for life. Now add in ridiculous 9-year-old anti-cleaning schemes like "clean out your drawers by dumping them into bags and sticking them at the top of your closet so your mom can't see it". Then add four years of "don't want to take all of this to college this year because I share a room that was once a closet". Remove the bed. Add in some "sister used my bedroom as a painting studio then moved and left everything behind". And if you're picturing a recent hurricane disaster, you're close. My mom told me I wasn't allowed to go outside (aka move) until my room was clean. Success. You can see carpet. No, wait, you can walk on carpet. And that, my friends, is no small achievement.
  • I moved to Chicago. Alright, fine. I moved to Palatine, Illinois. But no one knows where Palatine is. Even people who live 15 minutes away don't know where Palatine is. So let's just go with Chicago.
  • I made this before I graduated.
  • I went to a hot yoga class and my brain melted.
Laser Cats,

Friday, May 21, 2010

It's because I graduated from college.

Dear Patrick,
I graduated and it was weird. Danny Glover spoke. You might remember him from Lethal Weapon, or better, Angels in the Outfield. Everything in my whole life is really normal.
Love, Adrienne

Friday, May 14, 2010

It's because my father made us twitchy.

Dear Patrick,
This is some of my baby from this semester. This project consumed my thoughts for the last four months. Here she is:
Yes, that's correct. I made an entire book about the correct usage of apostrophes. Just give me a retainer and some floody pleated slacks and I'll be the ultimate nerd, inside and out.


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It's because I want to keep my friends.

Dear Patrick,
Life update? Life update for you in ten or less.

1. I intend to graduate from college on May 8th, 2010.
2. I'm getting my hair cut later in the month of May.
3. I'm planning my life around said haircut and moving to Chicago soon after.
4. I'm moving to Chicago to live with Brune and Philio Saoler of the Pepsi Corporation for the summer.
In other words, Phil got an internship with Pepsi in Chicago. Brooke said, "Move with us!". I said, "Yes. I will do that."
5. I still have close to one billion prints to make before May 8th.
6. I'm starving. So starving.
7. It is snowing in Logan today. I hate.
8. I reopened my Facebook account. We'll see if it lasts longer than two weeks this time.
9. I've run out of things to say.


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

It's because I'm really going to graduate this time.

Dear Patrick,
I'm happy every single day because I have friends who do things like this for me:Scotty works for Coke and hooked me up with a 24 pack I needed for a thank you gift. Naturally, he didn't want my roommates to take it before I got to it. I've been smiling for an hour. People like Scotty make me sad to leave Logan. But Chicago is calling my name. And I have to go.
So happy,

Sunday, April 18, 2010

It's because this plus this equals Saturday morning.

Dear Patrick,
Do you like running around and buying neat things? I bet you do. Good news, there's this.

Love, Adrienne

Thursday, April 15, 2010

It's because sleep is for the birds. And for babies.

Dear Patrick,
I feel shorter today than most days. And I'm pretty sure somewhere in the past week, a small group of people have played the "is that a boy or a girl?" game about me. And for that matter, they probably also played the "is it actually alive or a zombie?" game about me, too. At this point, I probably can't answer the latter question either.

It's crunch time. It's oatmeal-brain time. It's you-can-sleep-when-you're-dead time. The BFA show goes up Saturday at 9am and if I go home between now and then, it will be cause for celebration. Oh yeah, remember how I'm graduating? What is that? I don't know how to graduate. I only know how to go to school. That's it. I don't know how to sleep. I don't know how to keep my hands clean. I still haven't gotten past a third grade reading level. And eating anything nutritious is probably something I'll never get a hang of. So what am I even supposed to do after I graduate? I'll probably end up dinking around until I get tired and go back to school. We all know I can only function in an academic setting. I mean, let's talk about what happens when I'm not in school. I work at Utah Lake and wear Carhartt shorts. I deliver pizza and memorize the countries of the world in order of the continents. I sell corn from the side of the road. Things are not okay when I am not in school. Oh speaking of school, come to my BFA show opening. It's Friday the 23rd from 6-8 pm in the Twain Tippetts Gallery at the Utah State University. I'm currently working on a book that may help the world be a finer place to live in. You'll see. Oh guess what I found! This:I believe that was from another week of this sort but a year or two ago. Glad I took it. Glad I found it. Glad I could share it.

On that note,

Thursday, April 1, 2010

It's because tonight I'm going to pray to wake up as a clone of this woman.

Dear Patrick,
Last week I went to Philadelphia. It was sogoodyummy. More on that later. Right now we have more important things to discuss. I've been meaning to post inspirations I come across for a while I think we'll start here. With the lovely Lilli Carre. Brooke and I stumbled across her brilliance today. She made this with her hands. I want to kiss her feet.

Head Garden from Lilli Carré on Vimeo.

With complete admiration,

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

It's because I was born with a scowl on my face.

Dear Patrick,
Everyday I read the quotes on my google homepage and I just love them. But today's has surpassed them all.

I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them.
-Jane Austen

Dear Jane Austen, I think my soul could be the reincarnation of your bitter little soul. Probably not, but maybe it's the younger, more naive, less educated sister of your soul. I hope so. Love, Adrienne

The Bitter Child

Sunday, March 14, 2010

It's because THIS is why we get along.

Dear Patrick,
How were we ever supposed to come up with another birthday party that compares with the mystical creatures party? I'll tell you. Welcome to my "While You Were Sleeping" 22nd birthday party. Couldn't ask for anything funnier.

"Hey guys, it's me, Ryan! Not the real Sandra Bullock."Joe Fusco, Jr. blowing out the last 21 of 22 candles on his piece of sparkle cake. It took two tries. Please notice the chest hair.Oh the flames. And behind Joey is obviously Ox Callaghan.Grandma Elsie, Godfather Saul, and Peter Callaghan.

Jack Callaghan was also there, but was not photographed in his tucked-in plaid because he was behind the camera. I love my art family. I don't know anyone else who would take a regular movie themed birthday party as seriously as this. Thank you for being the funniest people I know.


Monday, February 22, 2010

It's because I was reunited with it once again last night.

Dear Patrick,
I sometimes forget my school pride. I'm sometimes a little jealous of schools with more money than we have. I sometimes think I might have been happier walking to school somewhere else where my boogs don't freeze my nostrils together. And then there's this:

and it's all worth it again. I love you, Aggie Basketball. I love you, Dee Glen Smith Spectrum. I love you, hateful, hateful students. I love you, "hostile environment".

Love always,

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

It's because pathetic is in this year.

Dear Patrick,

Cat ladies of the world: Here she is.
We're selling t shirts($15) and tote bags ($8) today and tomorrow in the library and the art building. Come. Or if you live in far away places like Lafeyette, Indiana, I can mail it to you. Or send it by pigeon. Let me know.