Entries from May 31st, 2010

Jessica’s 7th Birthday Party

May 31st, 2010 · 4 Comments






Jason was trying to get in on the gift fun.

Milo was sitting next to me while Jess was opening gifts.

Stephanie & Courtnie

Jessica & Amanda. Amanda made this cake.

The cake Amanda made.

Courtnie, Jessica, Ashley

On Sunday we went to Oak Creek for Jessica’s 7th birthday party. Crazy to think she’s 7 already. I was just thinking about when I lived in New York and got the call that she was born. And how the first time Dallas met my family was at her 2nd birthday party. (Here are links to her 3rd birthday and 4th birthday, if you’re interested.)

Sunday was HOT. Like 90+ degrees outside. But it was nice that it was finally warm. We sat around outside and visited. I hadn’t seen Amanda’s family or Brian and Sheila for a while. I’d met Ashley, Brian and Sheila’s daughter, when she was a baby, but they have since had another, Jason, who will be a year old in July. Actually, I think I saw Brian last year, but without the kids. They grow up fast!

My brother grilled hotdogs and hamburgers. Jess had a ton of gifts to open up. She didn’t really talk the whole time, but I think you could tell she was happy and excited for all the nice presents. She tried on the outfit we got her soon after she opened it, so that’s a good sign.

Amanda made a Barbie birthday cake. There were a lot of jokes made about ladies jumping out of cakes, but it was really well done and a unique idea. Amanda is now on the hook to make two cakes for our wedding. One a Barbie and one a Hawaiian guy. haha

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The Soup Nazi Sells Soup at Jewel

May 30th, 2010 · 3 Comments

Or at least the guy/company that the Soup Nazi is based on. I used to live nearby the Soup Kitchen and get soup there sometimes. I’m tempted to try this retail version, but it just can’t be as good!

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The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

May 29th, 2010 · No Comments

finished 05.29.10

I heard that The House on Mango Street is a great collection of short stories by Sandra Cisneros, who grew up in Chicago. To call these short stories might be too much. They’re more like mini stories, or vignettes, some only a couple paragraphs long. They’re glimpses into what it’s like to grow up Latino-American in Chicago and are told through the eyes of a child, Esperanza Cordero.

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