Losing Your Fizz

The two liter bottle of soda pop is the perfect combo for a flat drink. I hereby resolve to never buy them again unless it involves a party of some sort. Lately, I kind of feel like the two liter; I'm losing my fizz. My sister even said those exact words, "ya, I can see how you're feeling...like you're kind of losing your fizz." Yep, I am. Well put J.

Anyhoo- I guess that is just a bubbly way of saying I'm not being my best self lately. Perhaps my self perception is awry but I see myself as one who can shrug things off pretty easily. Recently though, I am letting things get to me. I'm not sure why but a heaping dose of major life changes isn't helping.

What is a girl without her fizz, her raison d' etre, her fire?! Boring, so I hereby resolve not to lose my fizz. I plan to do this by following this strict plan:
1. Spend time with family (very much looking forward to it).
2. Let true friends know I think they are solid peeps.
3. Spend more money than I should on a dream vacation to China.
4. Be more confident in my abilities.
5. When feeling discouraged, think of Max, and know I have done something right.
6. Plan more outings and things that buoy my spirits.
7. Snuggle Corey and talk about how we really have a good thing.

and of course go to church, pray, and read scripture. Long live fizzy drinks!

Happy Birthday HBS!

All I can say is that when HBS has a birthday party-watch out. They know how to celebrate. HBS turned 100 last week and thew a huge bash. There are all sorts of events happening around the centennial and we feel lucky that Corey is graduating in the centennial class. Kind of cool huh? Here are some the highlights of the party:

Ice sculptures flanked on either side by 12' tables full of cheese trays and the necessary effects.

The birthday cake was a replica of the Baker Library (mini lanterns and all over the signature green doors).

Cupcake towers, as if the Baker Library cake wasn't enough?!

Huge tents with round balloons hanging everywhere.
Max's favorite spot, the candy bars.

Indian hip hop dancers from the "India Club"

Japanese rock band called Samurai Rocks played "Welcome to the Jungle" and other American hits.

The Crimson Kids performed the distinguished ballet, An Itsy-Bitsy Spider

and a jazzy tap number to A-Boom-Shake-a-Boom

Max Walker, number one fan, couldn't get enough of the performers. The whole crowd was standing about 5' back from the stage but Max just had to get closer.

alarmed!

All of the residents of my building had a party in the courtyard this morning at 3:00 am. Every single habitant was there, out of doors, in their jammies. All, that is, but one. What powerful force could draw every man, woman and child outdoors at such an hour? The smoke alarm.

The single soul left in my building was found by the firemen. He had been out partying all night and arrived home in the wee hours of the morn with a hankering for pizza. After popping a frozen pizza in the oven at roughly 2:15 am, he passed out from alcohol consumption. He and the remains of his pizza were found by the firemen that dragged his sorry trash out of the apartment. Luckily, there was no fire (outside the oven), just smoke. The moral of the story: DON'T DRINK AND BAKE.

ps. what is more alarming? same scenario last semester, different dude, at 4am. and it was raining.

Beach Babes

Thank you Mexico for being being the perfect remedy for 6 months of chilly Boston winters. A much needed vacation that was truly amazing.