tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337058532011-06-08T01:44:57.608-05:00Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.comBlogger3151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-64062390287929745352008-09-26T16:21:00.002-05:002008-09-26T16:38:33.679-05:00

It's been so long. And I feel terrible. But so much has been happening that I barely know where to start.Okay, yes I do know where to start. First off, we finally moved. We've been in our new place for almost two weeks, but as a testament to the fact that we've been crazy busy, I still haven't even taken any pictures! This is actually a pretty good thing, because our couch at the moment is two

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So aside from the loft, or lack of loft, situation, preparing to move and the craziness going on right now with getting our robot biz off the ground and flourishing, there's also this one other thing that's sort of stressing me out, and it involves grilled cheese. It started earlier this week when I went to lunch with several of my co-workers, and one guy ordered grilled cheese. He claimed to be

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We found out that the loft we've been waiting 14 months for would be no more. The developers are pulling it out from under us so that the building can turn rental-only. Jerks.We went through all five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance) in a period of about 24 hours.We hit the pavement to start scouting out a new place to live.We found a great new loft that's bigger

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I got Nick a Wii on Saturday for his graduation gift and have been nursing a pretty mean Wii elbow ever since. But do I stop playing? No, I cannot. Last night I achieved my highest bowling score in the history of being, a whopping 203. Do you think I could get such a grand score by sitting and watching? After bowling, I then proceeded to a feisty boxing match in which I KO'd my first two

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Last night we made it through our second First Friday in our little robot world. If you haven't already, you can read up on the first one here. Because it was so hot yesterday, like heat advisory hot, I don't think the turnout was quite as high as our previous opening. There were hundreds of people, sure, but it was maybe only half of what we saw in June's First Friday. It certainly doesn't help

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Several years ago, Nick and I starred in a local commercial for an outdoor theater venue because an acquaintance was the art director shooting the spot. I use the term "starred" quite loosely, as we were among dozens of audience members, and if I remember right, the only part of us you could see was our pants. This now-famous spot obviously launched our careers in stardom. I'm sure it was the

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We make our robots in the top floor of an old un-airconditioned warehouse, surrounded by the studio spaces of dozens of other artists. A couple of weeks ago, an entire production crew, a few movie sets and equipment suddenly showed in the common areas outside our space. And then they started shooting.We showed up one night, all set to work, and found ourselves smack-dab in the middle of a movie.

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My office is moving to a new building in a few weeks. And of course this means we are sending out a moving announcement. The design of this announcement called for a photo of all of us huddling together in the alley out back while someone wrapped us up together in giant bubble wrap and added signs that said stuff like Fragile and This Side Up. As about 20 of us (and the dog!) were getting

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Both taken within minutes of each other in the same speck of a town.

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Nick has to have an electronic badge to get into his office each morning. For the last four years, he's kept it in a badge holder that clips to his belt. A few weeks ago, his badge holder broke and so he started keeping it in his wallet. I dropped him off at work this morning and watched as he walked to the building. As he arrived at the door, hands full of official business-looking things, he

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Show your true nerdiness with your very own Nerdbots sticker. Shoot me an email at angela [at] nerdbots [dot] net with your snail mail address and we'll ship 'em right out. Pocket protectors were never so stylish!P.S. Stickers are permanent, as in bumper sticker material, so stick with care.

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Ahhhhhh. That's me breathing a sigh of relief now that our very first First Friday is under our belts. I don’t know how many people came to see our studio, but it seemed like hundreds, if not upwards of a thousand. We were there for at least five hours, within which there was never a quiet moment or an empty studio. Here are a few photos I took of the studio before the craziness began. I only

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As you have probably surmised from the severe lack of posting lately, it's been a busy month. I believe I left off at getting a new job, selling our house, getting new glasses (which I promised to post pictures of and still haven't), moving in with Nick's parents and getting a brand-new baby niece.That in itself sounds like a lot, but there's even more.After we moved in with the 'rents, we were

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Nick and I were driving across a two-lane bridge the other day. We were in the left lane, and to the right of us was a little truck with two people in the front seat, and one little boy smushed up against the back glass in a jump seat behind them.After a while we noticed that all three people were straining to look at us. We couldn't figure out what their deal was. I was already checking to make

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We've packed, and packed, and packed some more. We sold all of our stuff in two garage sales and tried to sell all of our furniture even before that. And then we had the joyous pleasure of moving in with Nick's parents this past weekend.It's been a lovely month or so, let me tell you that.On a brighter note, we got a brand-new little niece three days ago. After visiting her each night at the

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Taking the suggestion from Rude Cactus, Nick has decided to illustrate a portion of the Sistine Chapel. Try to guess which one Nick drew.Here we have option A:And here we have option B:The similarities are rather uncanny, aren't they?

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Since Nick has been knocking out masterpiece right after masterpiece lately, I thought I should have him draw a few more brilliant selections for your viewing pleasure.Any requests?

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It seems I've been in hiding lately, which I have no excuses for besides that I've been lazy. I've come home from work each night lately and have felt so overwhelmed that even the mere thought of turning on the computer has made me cringe. I haven't written here and I certainly haven't been reading any of your sites. I might as well go ahead and accept my Worst Blog of the Year Award.I suppose

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So last weekend we had our dreaded garage sale. We didn't really advertise, aside from a few signs in our neighborhood. We also accidentally scheduled it for Easter weekend, which wasn't such a bright idea either. And wouldn't you know it, after expecting nearly no one to show up, we actually had a pretty decent turnout. My family has hosted garage sales before, so I kind of knew what to expect

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My day yesterday was dragging on and on, so I emailed Nick and told him to entertain me. He sent me back a quick email, and all it said was, "Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight, baby!"I sent him back an email saying that was sufficient, but would have been much better with visuals. I was thinking about him dancing the goofy way he always does when no one but me is

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I guess The Crazy that I referenced before wasn't completely over when I wrote that, but it's getting closer and closer now. I'm excited that I can finally share my news, which I was forced to be pretty tight-lipped about before. In the last two weeks, aside from stressing out about putting our house back on the market and getting ready for the largest moving sale in history, I was also working

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-70199500327211693972008-03-15T14:35:00.002-05:002008-03-15T14:38:04.597-05:00

Adding to all of the stress as of late, our house which WAS sold and pending closing is now back on the market. Darn the luck. You guys want it?

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Why, yes, I am still alive, just kind of scatterbrained. Sorry to be so invisible lately, but if you knew what my last couple of weeks were like, I'm sure you'd forgive me. Last night Nick and I went to dinner to celebrate the end of The Crazy, and I was so tired that I just wanted to lay my head down on the table and pay someone to spoon feed me. All is well now, or at least returning to a more

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Years ago, Nick and I regularly volunteered for a local daycare serving underprivileged children. We adored playing blocks and animals with our little class of kiddos and felt quite passionate about the mission of the center. We tried to help them out as much as possible, which was a difficult job when their open hours were only during our working hours. Therefore, whenever weekend opportunities

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We spent the past weekend in northwest Iowa for Nick's grandfather's funeral. (By the way, much thanks for all of your thoughtful condolences.) One of the most stressful events of this entire trip was the family photo that we were scheduled to take at the hotel the first night we arrived. I'm confident that no matter what the size or attention span of your family, you can all relate to this same

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Put on your party hats because today is Jen's surprise virtual engagement party. In honor of such a special occasion, a wedding-related post is in store for you. After giving it a lot of thought, I've come up with some useful advice for our new bride-to-be. How to tell your bridal party.It would probably be a good idea if you made the big announcement to your wedding party in person, rather than

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Two years ago, we were driving our old car when a metal bolt flew off of the truck in front of us and hit us squarely on our windshield. The tiny little mark it made slowly cracked out, but it was an old crappy car and we weren't willing to replace the windshield. Later that year it was due for new license plates. We went to get it inspected, but it wouldn't pass because of that stupid windshield

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That would be us. And that can only mean one thing, right? We accepted an offer on our house, so barring any disasters with the inspection or closing (knock on wood), we are all squared away. I'm mostly excited that it only took two days of living in a house as though we don't actually live there. I was so excited that this morning, I guess I went a little crazy. People, I didn't just leave the

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Our house was officially on the market for two days and we already had five different showings scheduled. One was Friday night, three were yesterday and the last one takes place later today. And even better, we got our first offer yesterday! I don't want to jinx it because it is far from official, but exciting nonetheless. I'll bet it was because they were so impressed with our toothbrushes.In

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Once nearly two years ago, Nick and I were in the car together when a minivan drove past us with a "got oboe?" bumper sticker. For some reason, this bumper sticker just struck us as so funny and random, and we nearly died of laughter. We would crack jokes like, "Darn, we left our oboe in our OTHER car, but normally yes, we do have oboe." We've laughed at that bumper sticker several times since,

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Like I've mentioned before, we've been frantically getting our house all set to sell in the last month or so. We're not normally dirty people, but after being in a house for several years, things start to get a bit unorganized. Stuff gets stashed in weird places at the last minute when you are tidying up for guests. Closets get packed full of crap you don't want. The shelves in the garage and

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-7180524873459716342008-01-25T17:02:00.000-06:002008-01-25T17:04:04.497-06:00

This past week and the week before, I got pulled into a really huge project that involved working most nights. It caused me to miss an evening with friends from college one night. I missed seeing Nick across the couch on the others. I missed catching up on my favorite shows and eating normal dinners and getting things done around the house. Seriously, I even missed the fact that Heath Ledger died

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-61359000552881273142008-01-18T07:49:00.000-06:002008-01-18T07:51:19.209-06:00

Here's proof of our Starbucks good fortune.

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We made a little trip downtown over the weekend to check on the progress of our loft. It's definitely starting to take shape now that the walls are up. What's really fun is to finally be making some decisions about what it will look like.For instance:The floor throughout is a polished concrete like this.Our kitchen cabinets and countertops look like this.We think this light will be hanging over

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-78547845417709275922008-01-14T17:24:00.000-06:002008-01-14T17:25:06.463-06:00

Usually I don't do New Year's resolutions. I can never keep them, so what’s the point? This year, however, Nick and I made a few resolutions on New Year's Eve because we were recovering from the flu and were hopped up on cold medicine, therefore not quite thinking clearly. By far the most difficult one to keep was to give up our beloved caffeine. Do you need to be reminded how much we are in love

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-22781375560566216282008-01-12T10:39:00.000-06:002008-01-12T11:07:06.041-06:00

I sent Nick some illustrations that I worked on for a client project a few days ago. I thought he'd be interested to see how they turned out, considering he sort of helped me brainstorm the subject matter a long time ago. I guess he was feeling a bit jealous of the work, because he emailed his own masterpiece* back to me:Why he chose to draw a horse in the first place is beyond me, particularly

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-46997003169678167582008-01-11T08:19:00.000-06:002008-01-11T09:08:28.372-06:00

Our house has to go on the market in a few weeks so that we can make sure it sells by the time we move to our new loft. You probably already know this, but getting a house ready to sell is a lot of work. Seriously. Someone should have warned me.In the past two days alone, I believe we've been to Home Depot at least four different times. One more trip and I'm pretty sure they would have given us

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-42559256137570903112008-01-07T17:12:00.001-06:002008-01-07T17:14:10.669-06:00

Click here if you want to see the scariest thing you can possibly find in any antique store to date. It's even scarier than the old winner.

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My darling little niece got a kitchen set for Christmas, which I think she probably loves more than anything else in the world. When we went to babysit her several days after Christmas, if Nick and I weren't playing in the kitchen, then we wouldn't have even seen her or heard a peep out of her all day (which honestly makes for a pretty easy babysitting gig).However, since we kind of like spending

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Nick and I got a lot of really great things from our families for the holidays. We received one pretty crappy gift though, and that was the flu. It began arriving Christmas night, and hasn't left our sides yet. Lucky us.We spent almost all of yesterday either complaining or sleeping. We even headed up to bed for the night at 6 p.m. Because of this, I was wide awake and ready to start the next day

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Nick was lacing up some shoes yesterday while I was brushing my teeth, and instantly my mind set off a memory of how once, as a kid, I picked out hypercolor shoelaces at the dentist's office. We had a pretty rocking dentist because we used to get a brand-new toothbrush AND floss AND a treat out of this special drawer with each visit.Oh yes, how I adored my hypercolor shoelaces. I remember they

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The last week was certainly a bit hectic trying to get projects tied up before being out of the office for a long, glorious period of time. But that's all behind me now, because today Nick and I kicked off vacation in style.Pajamas were worn nearly all day, our hot tub got a lot of use, I pranced around in my ever-so-stylish foot duvets, we wrapped ALL of our presents and we took a two hour nap.

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At the gas station this morning while Nick was bravely pumping our gas out in the cold, I was waiting patiently inside the car with my hot latte. I was a bit bored so I was studying the trash truck drivers who just came out of the convenience store with their drinks. One got into the passenger side, rolled down the window and cleaned his side mirror with some sort of paper towel or napkin. And

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I've art directed a few photo shoots in the past, but usually they involve products or models. You know, objects that take direction very well.Today was my first shoot featuring animals, and my, what a difference an animal can make. Our star was a large, horselike breed of a dog, weighing in at somewhere between 100-125 pounds. There were four dogs total, actually, because you just never know how

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-26495174432121508552007-12-10T17:13:00.000-06:002007-12-10T16:46:13.036-06:00

I was supposed to meet up with some college girlfriends tonight for a little Christmas get-together. In honor of this special occasion, Nick helped me whip up a dessert recipe that is always a big hit at his office. It's a giant bowl filled with layers of yellow cake, strawberries, raspberries, whipped cream and pudding, repeated over and over until the whole bowl is nearly overflowing.Now there

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Because I have no clue where it went. I wish I had a week's worth of interesting tidbits to tell you about, but unless you want to hear about this work project or that one, my super fun doctor's appointment or what I've had for dinner every night, I can't really come up with anything.Sometimes being so uninteresting is rather horrifying.

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-52851899666572773572007-11-29T08:29:00.000-06:002007-11-29T08:42:01.806-06:00

Thanks for your help settling this whole Rudolph ordeal. I knew I could count on you. Check out the results:

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Nick and I have a favorite holiday tradition where we drive around and critique Christmas light displays around the neighborhood. We get a little silly when we do this, I must admit, coming up with codewords for particular infractions and offenses, just like we're on our favorite show COPS, Holiday Light Display Edition.When we're out doing this, we tune into the local cheesy Christmas radio

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Not that it makes it any easier. Take a look at the death scene that unfolded on our doorstep. RIP, beloved Punk-O-Tron. Happier memories here.

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Go buy some awesome $10 shirts and then come back and tell me which ones because I'm dying to know.

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Because it was our anniversary a couple weeks ago, the subject of gifts and gift-giving crossed my mind. Nick is really good about gifts nowadays, which I'd say is mostly because we are at the stage in our relationship where I tell him precisely what I want, sometimes sending him a direct link along with the coordinating price, size, color and style information. Give me a few years and I'll

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Leaf fights.We took an extra day off this week to recover from being on vacation. We had such a fun day driving by and mocking our respective offices on the way to the park, just being delighted that we were outside instead of stuck in a cubicle. You'd be amazed at my overwhelming love of fall. I just can't seem to get enough. I don't want to rake up our leaves because I want the option of

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A little over two years ago, Nick and I were nervously anticipating our wedding day. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was definitely the most fun and most exciting day of our lives. Even today we still sit around and reminisce about it sometimes. We take turns at sharing our favorite moments with each other as though we’ve been married a good 50 years, reliving the good old days, one memory at

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I'm going to be away from the Internet for about a week. Try not to burn the place down while I'm out.

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Nick was in his friend's wedding this weekend, so naturally he had to be all ready and at the church for pictures early. Before I dropped him off, I spent the whole morning cleaning the car inside and out, doing laundry, and cleaning out the garage. I was dusty and gross, desperately in need of a shower, and was dressed to the nines in my frumpy sweats.So I dropped Nick off and then rushed back

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-26486571454936094642007-11-01T17:21:00.000-05:002007-11-01T16:54:45.387-05:00

The robot pumpkin was a pretty big hit amongst our sparse little 21 trick-or-treaters. Yes, we totally kept tally marks. And don't worry, everyone's favorite spreadsheet-obsessed corporate monkey, Nick, has promised a bar graph and/or a snazzy Powerpoint presentation breakdown of costume demographics, so I can't wait to see that.My favorite exchange was from a young blue Power Ranger and his pink

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Two years ago we carved this. Last year we made Gary.This year? Check out Punk-O-Tron:.dtop,.dbottom{display:block;background:white} .dtop b,.dbottom b{display:block; height:1px;overflow:hidden; background:#000} .d1{margin:0 5px} .d2{margin:0 3px} .d3{margin:0 2px} .dtop .d4,.dbottom b.d4{margin:0 1px; height:2px}

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Nick and I were discussing text messages the other day, because his phone mysteriously won’t accept any but mine will. We share a plan and have always had texting capabilities in the past. Sometimes his friends will text him something and think he’s snubbing them when he doesn’t call or text back. And if he’s expecting a call from someone and gets a text instead, then he thinks they’ve forgotten

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Has it really been this long since I've posted last? Just wanted you to know that I'm fine and I'm still here, even if I'm not showing my face around here too often. This last week or so has been very busy and very trying in a lot of ways. I've been run through the gamut mentally and physically, and I've just been fairly unmotivated and tired when it comes to doing pretty much anything at all.

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-72846134292946582052007-10-15T17:15:00.000-05:002007-10-15T17:17:31.502-05:00

First thing:At the end of the next two weeks, I will have spoken at one college class and have had two job shadowers come on two different days. I must seem to everyone else that I know what I’m doing. But really, I’m quite terrified of these types of things and must just do a really good job of hiding it. Second thing:We went antiquing a few different times over the weekend to scout out robot

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Turn around and give them to a baby. And don't forget to record it.Via swissmiss.

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The Roto-Rooter guy should consider himself very lucky because he's been allowed into a very personal part of our lives that is really just reserved for our eyes only. We don't even let our OWN PARENTS see this side of us. What is it, you ask? Read on.We had a pretty crappy and boring weekend. We did about ten loads of laundry and ran two consecutive loads of dishes through the dishwasher on

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Alright, alright, here you go. I don't know that I have a very good "before" picture, but try this one.

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Well you see, I'm not very good at keeping my promises. Yes, I did take pictures of my new hair but they are all blurry and yucky so you're just going to have to wait another day. But in the meantime, how about checking out my new tattoo?Let this be a lesson to you all: This is what happens when you are watching a tattoo show on TV with your legs propped up on your husband's lap and a pen

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I got my hair cut and dyed a bit darker a week or so ago. It's a little shorter and I've been wearing it straight lately.The real test of how different it looks happened at Starbucks a while ago. I walked in husband-less, dressed up because of a lunch thing I had, and waited in line to order my usual drink. We're there so often that the baristas know our drinks and start making them as soon as

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Nick had a business trip this past week and was gone for a couple of days. This means I was responsible for feeding myself three whole meals, all on my own. And do you want to know what nutritious meals I concocted?That would be ramen noodles, cereal and cereal.Obviously, I revert into a college frat dude when left alone.

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Earlier today, Nick and I took off for a small town near Kansas City that is well-known for its antique shops. We were on the prowl for some cool robot parts, hoping to find the motherlode there.We pulled into the little town and found their Main Street. What first met the eye looked very promising. We cruised down the street looking for a parking spot, when all of a sudden an old white Bronco

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I've been making myself rather sparse lately, haven't I? I think this is my record for longest time in between posts. I've meant well, really, but I just feel like I've been pulled into a million different directions lately. Even last night I planned to write some sort of brilliant post, only to find out that we'd be meeting with our new fancy-pants business lawyer right after work (don't we

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First thing:Yesterday they were doing elevator maintenance at my building. They had a yellow plastic cover thing around one of the elevators to keep people away from the open shaft. I found the graphics on this plastic cover rather humorous -- it was a businessman illustration doing what looked like the Egyptian with a big red line drawn through it. I think the wording was something like "Danger,

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-77816974142010240542007-09-12T20:27:00.000-05:002007-09-12T20:25:07.710-05:00

Sometimes I really think I have the best job ever. Not only do I get to design on a daily basis, but in order to complete these designs, I also must research and understand the project frontwards, backwards and inside-out.This is perfect for me because I am a naturally curious person. I'm pretty sure I get a big chunk of this from my dad. Growing up in the pre-Internet age, my family invested in

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I just gave the site a bit of a face-lift because I've been sick of staring at those power lines for quite some time now.I've actually completely redesigned a whole new template for a brand-new domain (with lots more exciting capabilities) and have had it ready to code for many months. The problem is, I'm trying to code it all myself, so it's taking me forever to finish. I'm learning so much

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But some pro bono clients I recently did a project for gave me these flowers instead.On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to wear flip-flops to work today, so I painted my toes this morning so as not to frighten anyone. Much, much later on, after being out in public for quite a while, I glanced at my feet and realized I neglected my fourth toe on my right side. How embarrassing. But it is the

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A piece that I worked on was recently published in a design magazine. They print all of the information about the project in the margins, like the designers, photographers, the client, etc. My name was published as Angels instead of Angela for some reason -- just a slip of a keystroke by someone laying out the magazine I guess, and not something that would necessarily be caught by proofreading (

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My birthday was a couple of days ago, and lucky for me that meant I got the chance to celebrate on an extended three-day weekend. You see, I am so beloved around here that both my office and Nick's decided to close up shop on Monday to mark the occasion. Or maybe that was for Labor Day. Anyway, feel free to head on over to flickr to see some photos from the weekend.If you'd rather just have the

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While most of us were stuck at the office working yesterday, Nick got to spend his day at Dave & Buster's, on his company's dime of course. It was some sort of reward or team outing that involved a delicious lunch, plus $40 game cards for each person. It was strongly advised that they use all of their money that day, rather than keeping their cards to use at a later time.In case you didn't know,

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Nick and I went to a wedding this weekend with three of our friends. We all drove to this wedding together, several hours away, which was held in a very small, rural town. We accidentally arrived about at this town an hour and a half too early and with nowhere to go and nothing to do, we had to get creative.We started by taking a tour of the town's "business district," which consisted of a town

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I have been baffled by the actions of my husband many times over.And you'd think by now there wouldn't be much that would surprise me. However, I've recently learned something about Nick that just plain freaks me out.When he takes his lunch to work, he doesn't use the office refrigerator to keep it cold. He just lets it sit on his desk, becoming lukewarm, before eating it. We're talking turkey

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-44029957674618463452007-08-21T17:14:00.000-05:002007-08-21T17:08:29.987-05:00

That would be another jury duty application for yours truly. I freaked out about the first one just a few months ago. The stress might have even caused me to become a bit loopy, if you will. Turns out it was a false alarm, because I called in to the jury duty hotline on my scheduled date and found out my number was not selected. Whew. I figured I'd be in the clear for, oh, I don't know, maybe

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comfortable with his manliness, wouldn't you say?

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Is it normal to throw down a little RPS-action in the frozen foods aisle of the grocery store? We couldn't decide between two flavors, and knowing that all conflicts can and should be resolved through rock paper scissors, we abandoned our cart and went for it.Nick was one of the flavors and I was the other. Best two out of three, we said. Nick's flavor won, but that apparently wasn't satisfactory

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As much as it pains me to admit this, I am afraid I'm becoming more like my parents in my old age. I'm doing several things, even things FOR FUN, that I swore up and down I'd never do when I got out on my own and could make my own choices.Case in point: antiquing. My parents are both huge antique collectors. It's an obsession, people. My brother and I spent most of our childhood either in antique

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-30298914059623060352007-08-14T17:22:00.000-05:002007-08-14T17:23:00.142-05:00

When Nick and I were married, I was one of those few lucky women to snag a guy who didn't come into the relationship with "stuff." Nick, being one of 12 children in his family, didn't really have a lot of his own things like a bedroom set or collectible-type decor items. He literally just had his clothes and shoes and that was all. And I loved that.Because he had no stuff, I didn't have to feel

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I've been doing a bunch of freelance work lately, and so with my last set of profits instead of being responsible and saving it, Nick promised I could use it however I want.Now we don't tend to go shopping very often, unless it's for something like groceries or robot parts. I only buy a new clothing item maybe once every three or four months, so my side of the closet was feeling rather drab. With

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I've been thinking about this for awhile, and I've come to the conclusion that there must be a glitch in my DNA or something, because I just can't bring myself to swear. I don't think it's because I'm uptight or anything, because it most certainly doesn't bother me when other people do it. Most likely I wouldn't even notice. I also don't really care when it's in a movie I'm watching or in a song

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With a completely empty calendar for this past weekend and a pact to try not to spend any money, Nick and I mostly looked forward to holing up inside our house, wearing sweats and building robots. We were all set up in our basement with our power tools and parts, making quite a bit of progress on Arvin, the first bot of the day. (He's quite a stud, let me tell you!) Then we started working on a

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I have a little confession to make. This will probably come as no surprise to you if you read the post where I admitted to spending my Saturday night home alone, obsessively filling out a Sudoku book with a hand-whittled pencil, or the time I confessed to putting a jigsaw puzzle together while simultaneously watching the spelling bee on TV. I think I could probably pull out about ten or more

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We are really excited to move downtown. We've been practically counting down the days, and we still have a whole year left. This takes a lot of patience, which is hard when you are married to the Man Without Patience. To ease the pain, sometimes we have "loft days," where we park our car in front of our future building and spend the entire day on foot walking around our new neighborhood, checking

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Last week, Nick and I went to the Free Friday Night Flicks event at Crown Center with some friends. Basically, you bring your own chair and sit outside on the lawn to watch a movie projected on a large screen. At the end, everyone rushes to pack up their chairs and beat the foot traffic back to the parking garage. Do you think this awesome chair would help or hinder that process?

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Yesterday morning when we were getting ready for work, I told Nick that he looked dashing. And then without missing a beat and without even looking at each other, we both simultaneously broke out into singing Jingle Bells. We started at the "Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh" part, and it took off from there.But you see, singing rather off-key Christmas carols in July while

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You may not believe this, but Nick and I served AND protected tonight. You know us, always with the fighting of crime and the saving of lives. We're a serious force to be reckoned with, so I just suggest you don't reckon us. Apparently a mysterious criminal who crossed our path tonight wasn't aware of this.I know you're dying to get to the juicy details, so let's just get on with it.I was working

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-27969649163108830412007-07-25T17:09:00.000-05:002007-07-25T17:09:26.067-05:00

Download this robot template and templates for other cute projects here.

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I'm still alive, just unmotivated. Well, technically I've been quite motivated to work on freelance stuff, the design and coding for my new blog, and all of our robot company stuff, which also includes the design and coding for our company website. (I really don't even know how to code either, so you can rest assured that this process is rather strenuous!)And I've also been extremely motivated to

Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05525189999831374490noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33705853.post-62469984700119101712007-07-20T18:50:00.000-05:002007-07-20T18:50:44.863-05:00

Our poor yard. It's looking rather brown, both because of moles and because we don't water it. The moles we can't really help, although our neighbor is giving it a valiant effort with his traps and other mole-eradicating methods. We figure he's got it under control enough for the both of us.As far as the watering goes, we don't have a fancy-pants sprinkler system. Instead, we have Nelson. Nelson

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Can you believe our friends on Wocka Wocka have made it this far? (Past posts on the subject here and here.) Because as much as we love them and have faith in them, we were so surprised at the outcome of the nail-biter of an episode they delivered last night. We actually skipped out on last night's viewing party because we just went to the one the night before, and they are held completely on the

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Nick's sister sent this over to me and it gave me a good chuckle. Have you seen it yet? (From the looks of the YouTube stats, I'd say just about everyone and their grandmother has.)Now if only those ladies could appear on So You Think You Can Dance, then I think judge Mary Murphy would really flip out. More so than usual, I mean.

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First, our nextdoor neighbor boy was winning us over through chocolate. And now? Jewelry.Last night Nick was grilling in our backyard while I was on our deck doing a little photo shoot with our robots. The lighting at that time of evening was perfect, and it was the real deal -- white sheet clipped up, multiple poses, fan and mister blowing, the works. Okay, so maybe there was no fan and mister,

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I didn't pee my pants watching the World Series of Pop Culture last Thursday, but there are no promises as far as tonight goes. Team Wocka Wocka won last week in what was a rockin' episode (if you missed it, read the recap), and is on VH1 once again tonight. That means one more viewing party that Nick and I get to attend, and one more viewing party during which I have to try to contain my

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The other day we had to stop and get gas on the way to work. We stopped at 7-Eleven and oh thank heaven, they had a promotion for a free taquito with any gas purchase of $10 or more.Nick was more than thrilled as he got out and went inside to track down his taquito. He was like a little kid who was just told he could have ice cream for dinner and could play video games past bedtime. I don't even

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Wee Ninja. He leans up against the lamp on my nightstand and keeps us safe.

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