More family. My mom. Me. My Uncle. And cousin Eugene in the background. Eugene got a job offer today in his field. Go Geno!

Sister and Brother. What's up with this family?

This is my brother. Fierce.

This is my last post about dogs for a while. I promise. But since my sister was too sickly to photgraph when I was in Seattle here she is with her pups.

My latest acquisition

Okay, okay. DAVID BRAVERMAN took the black and white picture of me to the right, the picture of me and Weasel (I thought Anne took that one, actually) and the picture of me and Naomi with my red hair and Naomi's surprise socks.

Happy David?

Addition: Said photographer, David Braverman (sorry, no caps this time) just started his own blog.

He'll be writing about the
Weather
Anne
Software
Politics
(Can you guess the catchy acronym Anne came up with?)

Seen in a mall in Seattle. A stone's throw from the flagship Nordstrom.

This is Boo. Boo Who? The littlest pitbull.

By the end of the weekend, my sister will have been to the ER three times. She's gone twice already. The first time she was diagnosed with a kidney infection. The second time she was diagnosed with viral meningitis. Tomorrow, she's going to get a refill of Percocet. Apparently, if you want that stuff on the weeekend, you've got to go to the ER.

So I am sitting around watching movies taking pictures of the dogs with her picture phone.

Sleepless in Seattle? No, all the Princess does is sleep.

Did I mention that there are three pitbulls?

I am in Seattle visiting my sister, the Princess. It is raining. She has taken me to many fun places, including the Emergency Room.

My sister was not feeling well when I arrived. In fact, she was in so much pain last night that I had to drive her stick shift through downtown Seattle in rush hour traffic. I haven't driven a stick shift since doing it in Italy down a narrow (all streets in Italy are narrow, I guess), cobblestone street in heels.

So today, I watched Princess vomit as well as watched some movies. I made friends with her dog, Pilot who is a small dog. But her other "puppy", the 80 pound PITBULL got jealous of the small dog and wanted to cuddle up with me too. So here is a picture of Stanley (who is a girl dog) in my lap.

I didn't get the memo to wear pink for Niiiiikos' engagement party. L to R. Jamie Foehl, Mary Lupo, Mary's Husband Dave, Emily Lyon's husband, Nikos Adovasio, and Emily Lyons.

Precious little kitten. Jamie and Weasel share a litte love at Naomi and Ron's Annual Halloween Party. Dubikins. Meow Meow Meow Meow. Prrrrr

Driving in Dallas

Driving in Dallas with all our presentation materials for a new business pitch. I think the air conditioning in the car is swell. Wait, that's real air. Coming from the back of the car where the window was left open and our materials precariously remain inside the car. That was close.


This is us after the pitch.

Having a hard time sleeping. I put my iPod on "Shuffle" and decided that whatever song it decided to play would provide me with some sort of inspiration about my life. Do what's the divine message from my silver mini? Ice Cream (Sarah McLachlan). Haagen Daaz is probably closed by now.

I escaped Minnesota. Thank goodness. I don't know how the hell I ended up there again after hating it so much the first time around. Well, I do. I did love working at Fallon and that was so wonderful it was actually worth the tundra temps and 3:30pm sunsets.

So I'm back in New York City. But I'm finding that New York is also cold. Somehow I thought when I left Minnesota I would just never be cold again. But sadly, that's not true. So I'm looking at jobs in Miami and San Fran. No, I'm not just looking there to be warm. I'm a bit more of a careerist than that. There's a great agency in Miami called Crispin Porter + Bogusky. They are hot hot hot right now. They do Mini BMW, Ikea, Burger King (subservientchicken.com), Molson Beer and a bunch of other cool stuff. The agency in San Fran is called Goodby Silverstein and Partners. Either would be great. Of course, staying in New York city and working somewhere here is also an option.

Not only am I cold all the time I'm also hungry all the time. So I've started the South Beach Diet (again). It was sort of out of necessity. I got a freelance advertising job and realized that my work wardrobe doesn't fit anymore. If I don't lose some weight I'll have to spend more money on work clothes than I'll earn working. Messed up, no?

It is a beautiful day. But I have a bit of a fever. The other night I couldn't sleep and from 1am to 2am I watched American Mullet. Ah, TV.

I can't wait for it to get warm enough so I can SWIM.

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