Saturday, May 26, 2007

Mother's Day Poem by Emma

A happy day for you
Puppies
Parakeet's sweet and kind
You make me smile

My mom is the best
On days when you are gone
The telephone rings for me
Happy wonderful mom
Everyday you are
Ready to love me
'So here's a loving poem for you

Delicious dinners you make for us
Amazing person
You're always there for me

Love,

Emma

Sunday, February 25, 2007

SCUBA



After two nearly flawless lessons, John and I had what was supposed to be our final pool time today. Unfortunately, I freaked during two exercises. One of them being buddy breathing. Back to the pool. V. dissapointing. John passed with flying colors (of course) and is doing all he can to help me catch up. In case there's any question, my picture's on top.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Creative Strategy



A client recently asked for before and after pics of Creative Strategy's experience in rebranding them, which gave me the opportunity to take pics of some of my amazing colleagues. Here is the after picture. I fixed the exposure on the one we will use for our client's use (so you can actually see their faces) but I like this one for its artistic value. It will forever be etched in my mind as symbolic of my experience working for Creative Strategy.

Friday, January 26, 2007

before



In case you're curious, and I know you are, here's the "before".

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Patrick's Music: "Loss of Oxygen" #8

Check out this music Patrick composed, played, recorded and mixed all by himself, right in our basement (my neighbors are SAINTS).

If you don't see the music toolbar, (and you know who you are, Dad) make sure you have "Quicktime". If you don't, you can download it for free here. If you do have Quicktime and you still don't see it, make sure your popup blocker didn't block it (at the top of this webpage. If you still have trouble, contact me for friendly technical assistance!


Patrick's music: Song12

Another Patrick original. You might want to turn it down (or crank it up) depending on your neighbors . . . Hey, as my friend Jeff said, we all had teenage angst.