tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9232484374790564812024-03-05T17:47:46.568-08:00Ethan and GraceEthan and Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10529799235368007528noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-52861485937784011992010-08-08T01:16:00.000-07:002010-12-14T05:55:55.260-08:00Movin' on!Hello, trusty readers! Did you miss me? More than likely, your answer is no. Nonetheless, I wanted to keep you in the loop!<div><br />
</div><div>Last you heard, I was going to Italy. That is still happening - and it's really coming up! I leave on August 28th. I hope you'll consider following on my new blog, <a href="http://gracesayssmile.blogspot.com">Grace Says Smile</a>.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I may shift back to posting here when my stint abroad is over; I may not. Either way, this blog has had a great run. Thanks always for your readership and support!</div><div><br />
</div>♥Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-10740591145899849452010-05-22T10:30:00.000-07:002010-05-22T10:58:53.035-07:00La vita e bella.<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-and-some-news.html">As you may remember</a>, I have committed to spending the Fall Quarter of my Junior year in Italy. I leave in August for a pre-orientation traveling seminar all throughout Greece and then will spend September through most of December living in Florence, Italy.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been spoiled by the fact that I chose to go to a university so close to home and Ethan and I happened just by chance to attend the same school. I've never been away from my life as I know it for too long. I guess you could say I'm a bit scared. The good news? My parents are coming to visit in October!</div><div><br /></div><div>I realized recently I never shared Ethan's amazing birthday present for me on here. When we celebrated my birthday together, he came over looking like a dream with a sweet, sappy card in hand. In an adorable little speech, he told me the great news: he, too, is coming to visit me in Florence in November! I was so surprised and so touched that I threw my arms around him and cried right then and there. :]</div><div><br /></div><div>For our anniversary, I surprised Ethan be arranging his hotel accommodations. He will be staying at a quaint little place within walking distance of the university I will be attending in Florence.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEger37Cf0xD6L_igLE9saWYLoRlh9NhYc0kgY9acVziY0gYV1Tx7mT6nnM3nzEMJmusFb0a-EPTxgCoPbx0EfcoIyys-G45vp03KC-_bMJ8pbQB6ybE2eutXjWy-6zHidjTcUuTpUXn9g/s400/anniversaryfullimage.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474154522864730514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The outside of a little something I created for Ethan to tell him about my gift to him. Excuse the disproportional luggage tag; I removed his last name from this image. Anyway, one pulls on the handle to reveal a note inside that was far too gushy to post on the internet. ;]</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I can't wait to see the people I live in a place that I'll hopefully come to love as well! So, life is beautiful. I'm excited to share my experiences preparing for and going to Italy with you in the coming months!</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-77522257311179865472010-05-21T10:30:00.000-07:002010-05-21T10:30:00.840-07:00Mother dear.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v188/23/87/1164927892/n1164927892_30024807_1510.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is my adorable momma at age three.</span></div><br />My brother Tucker is an artist of sorts. He is really into installations and street art, but for Mother's Day this year, he pulled out all the stops to recreate my mom's baby picture...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361033540289_1065060077_30841009_3192856_n.jpg" height="610" width="487" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My brother posing with the work. Notice all of the black paint under his fingernails?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs279.snc3/28114_1361033700293_1065060077_30841011_2091040_n.jpg" width="487" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He created a stencil out of her photo and then used a combination of black and white paints to recreate its textures.</span></div></span><br /><br />Pretty cool, huh? ;]Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-83847204482101310272010-05-20T09:50:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:23:06.222-07:00Our anniversary, observed.I apologize for the lack of activity around here, but life has been flying by. Happenings over the past month have included, but are not limited to, performing in a fantastic production of Eve Ensler's "The Vagina Monologues," preparing for this month's University production of "Thoroughly Modern Millie," finalizing my stay in Italy this Fall, and, not to mention, trying to stay afloat in a flood of schoolwork, as the school year is ending in a few weeks. Crazy!<div><br /></div><div>Thank you all for your sweet well wishes on my post about my anniversary with Ethan! Because our anniversary fell on a Wednesday (I have rehearsals from about 5:30 to 10:30), we celebrated on Saturday. We enjoyed a fabulously massive dinner at <a href="http://www.maggianos.com/">Maggiano's Little Italy</a> and made a quick stop at <a href="http://www.karascupcakes.com/">Kara's Cupcakes</a> afterward. Yes, I felt it was necessary.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs279.snc3/28114_1361011459737_1065060077_30840945_5695705_n.jpg" height="358" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361011539739_1065060077_30840946_8323557_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I don't know what's going on here.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-sjc1.fbcdn.net/hs289.snc3/28114_1361011619741_1065060077_30840947_7762348_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I only posted this because it is such a novelty: a photo of me that I didn't take myself. In fact, Ethan took it, which is perhaps a miracle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361011699743_1065060077_30840948_636260_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The most delicious of stuffed mushrooms.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361011779745_1065060077_30840949_6539461_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The biggest hunk of lasagna I've ever seen. Mine.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs289.snc3/28114_1361011819746_1065060077_30840950_6957823_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The heaviest bowl of spaghetti in existence. Ethan's.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361011859747_1065060077_30840951_7306935_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The tastiest vanilla ice cream.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs319.ash1/28114_1361011899748_1065060077_30840952_2113679_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">By far, the best ice lemon cookies. EVER!</span></div><br />I hope you enjoyed that exercise in hyperbole. We had a fun night just spending time together, which is an opportunity hard to come by these days. Ethan is the best. And that's not hyperbole. ;] Sappiness over.<div><br /></div><div>I wish I had more time to blog, but such is life. I've been answering some pretty deep questions over on <a href="http://www.formspring.me/gracesayssmile">my Formspring</a>, if you're interested. I promise I'll have more exciting things for you to read within the next couple of weeks. :]</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-65243389391807976222010-05-12T08:00:00.000-07:002010-05-12T08:00:06.757-07:00Happy two years to us.<center><a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/nz242d.png"><img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/nz242d.png" height="500" width="598" /></a></center><center>From <a href="http://www.formspring.me/gracesayssmile">my Formspring</a>.</center><a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/nz242d.png"></a>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-7468543870785938762010-04-07T21:19:00.000-07:002010-04-08T09:40:59.222-07:00Celebrate good times.<div style="text-align: left;">I love my friends and family, FYI.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For whatever reason, I have very few photos from my Saturday birthday celebration with friends and my Sunday Easter and birthday celebration with family. I take this as a sign that we were enjoying ourselves just too much to bother with cameras. So here are two snapshots from Sunday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs438.snc3/25202_1317195364362_1065060077_30749964_5598410_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">One of these things is not like the others.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25202_1317195444364_1065060077_30749966_2859672_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A delicious sacher torte with raspberry filling courtesy of my dearest boyfriend's family.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">On Monday I had classes. But on Monday night, my friends from college threw me a party - a throwback to our childhood. We dressed up like our former selves and had fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25202_1317195564367_1065060077_30749969_500516_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Luckily for me, my best friend Michelle was in town for the event!</span><br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25202_1317195604368_1065060077_30749970_2550504_n.jpg" height="630" width="500" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Princess and average girl.<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25202_1317194724346_1065060077_30749950_2433156_n.jpg" height="380" width="500" /><br />I feel like I shouldn't admit this, but I will: I was over half an hour late to my OWN PARTY. Anyway, it was not a surprise party but the party-goers decided to "surprise" me nonetheless. I promise there were more than four people there, by the way.<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25202_1317194764347_1065060077_30749951_3122971_n.jpg" width="500" height="400" /><br />Birthday hugs from some of my friends!<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25202_1317195644369_1065060077_30749971_4387980_n.jpg" width="500" height="400" /><br />In an amazing display of brilliance, dedication, and thoughtfulness, my friend Melissa baked about fifty cupcakes. In keeping with the childhood theme, some were multi-colored, frosted in neon, and each had a crazy candle or a little cutout on top. Belle of "Beauty and the Beast" is my favorite princess, so, naturally, that center cupcake is mine. :]<br /><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs438.snc3/25202_1317194804348_1065060077_30749952_1425554_n.jpg" width="500" height="600" /><br />Me, blowing out the candles upon my arrival!<br /><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs418.snc3/25202_1317194884350_1065060077_30749953_2331717_n.jpg" width="500" height="700" /><br />Molly, complete with super hero-status cape and sipping punch through a crazy straw, and me with a delicious cupcake.<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25202_1317194924351_1065060077_30749954_5929961_n.jpg" height="630" width="500" /><br />Me and </span></span><a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-sayin.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Blake</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">!<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25202_1317194964352_1065060077_30749955_983507_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /><br />Ah, yes. The best friends. <3</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Overall, an amazing birthday celebrated with people I love. I'm twenty, you guys! :]</div></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-47079158294866582482010-04-04T08:55:00.000-07:002010-04-04T08:55:00.237-07:00Happy Easter!<center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4486948411_c47585832b_b.jpg" height="625" width="500" /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead."<i> 1 Peter 3.</i></span></center>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-15620872785442129402010-04-03T11:10:00.001-07:002010-04-03T11:58:13.329-07:00Birthday weekend.<div>I turn twenty years old on Monday. The birthday celebrations have already begun.<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday, my friend Monique took me out for a birthday lunch at the Counter. We hit up Starbucks and Kara's Cupcakes all while catching up about most everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night, my friend Jenny came over to pick me up for dinner. Jenny is a future student at the Culinary Institute of America. So, she's kind of a big deal. To my happiness, she surprised me with a big batch of cupcakes. They're lemon with vanilla buttercream - and absolutely delicious. The best part about them was that about half of them were tailor-made to my interests. Observe.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuFLo7CucujEB1u84znSf6WnPSLKWV9M7BaL9CVJ-bhGluablQOhzK92ZwCiYa601NjtTJNw8G_4chRblp1n2jFSlHE1CR2WkKnZ_GA8X1sF0ftL7O9KOg1LULlqjCQ7_Fd4xddZuFg/s1600/April+2010+007.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPuFLo7CucujEB1u84znSf6WnPSLKWV9M7BaL9CVJ-bhGluablQOhzK92ZwCiYa601NjtTJNw8G_4chRblp1n2jFSlHE1CR2WkKnZ_GA8X1sF0ftL7O9KOg1LULlqjCQ7_Fd4xddZuFg/s400/April+2010+007.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980250432701106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Jenny used fondant to fashion items that represented things I love. This little DSLR camera is probably my favorite. :]</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW0XpACglSmjANFLalhgZLYClPra1roalQErs1-5c1S0gqlrH45uvPw22pFfWfkFxHtNCv-irsvkioHXHfycPq1rbXbWEU87ZXKOs89k5Vu_HF7ztXjhOr8y756dyLs3hhnDFrDETgg/s1600/April+2010+011.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJW0XpACglSmjANFLalhgZLYClPra1roalQErs1-5c1S0gqlrH45uvPw22pFfWfkFxHtNCv-irsvkioHXHfycPq1rbXbWEU87ZXKOs89k5Vu_HF7ztXjhOr8y756dyLs3hhnDFrDETgg/s400/April+2010+011.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980235779788754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm gonna be twenty! In the background, another camera and some music notes.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFe7zTQ4-x9qn-xlFb9vOEDZcgYEShIKU66IwKoEwoApRAuhKsdKW84ndT_TQkSBI4QsmBd46nhlA119F3UlkSTjhYUAEu1OlJKAWHT2H4ncJnTQOTbXn18-veEKJN56bnn5n24d4yg/s1600/April+2010+021.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFe7zTQ4-x9qn-xlFb9vOEDZcgYEShIKU66IwKoEwoApRAuhKsdKW84ndT_TQkSBI4QsmBd46nhlA119F3UlkSTjhYUAEu1OlJKAWHT2H4ncJnTQOTbXn18-veEKJN56bnn5n24d4yg/s400/April+2010+021.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980201876747618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just a glimpse of some other cupcakes - a place-setting, some cupcakes, some snowflakes.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HqAvBW6kwxiOFyYlk8dbUrDdqB4DOVZgC0wHxrxkSMTqB0aoV2ClBPonVMS5QAnO_aYCy-S_ZXMtmRz6mAIM9fNGD9jR0PufZMyX3U6xcrOq4g15zLhIc9Won8EOKNYsrOH59FsUZw/s1600/April+2010+018.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HqAvBW6kwxiOFyYlk8dbUrDdqB4DOVZgC0wHxrxkSMTqB0aoV2ClBPonVMS5QAnO_aYCy-S_ZXMtmRz6mAIM9fNGD9jR0PufZMyX3U6xcrOq4g15zLhIc9Won8EOKNYsrOH59FsUZw/s400/April+2010+018.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455980175034115058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hearts. Because... I'm lovable? :P</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight, a group of friends from high school and I are reuniting for a dinner date. Tomorrow is Easter! But it's also the time my family and I will celebrate my birthday. Friends from school have organized a get-together on Monday night, post-rehearsal. It's little kid themed. Who knows why? But I'm excited. :]</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks, everyone, for everything. I guess you could say I'm pretty lucky. So, let the celebration of ME continue! ;]</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-39155793852803200462010-04-02T22:40:00.000-07:002010-04-02T22:44:04.767-07:00Chick-Fil-A is for lovers.While we were down south, we happened upon a little place called Chick-Fil-A. While I'm sure the majority of the people reading this blog (I know you're there!) have probably had the pleasure of visiting one of these establishments at least once in their lives, they are practically nonexistent in Northern California. The closest one to the area where we live is about two hours away. Ridiculous.<div><br /></div><div>Suffice it to say, it was our first time at Chick-Fil-A, under the guidance of our trusty friend Brittany. We laughed, we cried, we ate chicken, and we enjoyed ourselves while doing it. So much so, that we went back the next day as our swan song meal in La Mirada.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs503.snc3/26443_1308876396393_1065060077_30731583_3481968_n.jpg" width="500" height="360" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The goods.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs483.ash1/26443_1308876436394_1065060077_30731584_6507087_n.jpg" height="360" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We're excited because we love greasy chicken!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs483.ash1/26443_1308876476395_1065060077_30731585_7229325_n.jpg" height="360" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And we like each other, too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs503.snc3/26443_1308876516396_1065060077_30731586_4488462_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Brittany, the pretty girl on the left, was one of Ethan's best friends in high school. :]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs503.snc3/26443_1308876596398_1065060077_30731588_2207855_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Now we share the love.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs483.ash1/26443_1308876556397_1065060077_30731587_2003752_n.jpg" height="400" width="500" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For chicken and waffle fries, as well.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Are we aware of the fact that Chick-Fil-A, like all fast food, is less than nutritious? Yes. Do we care? Not particularly. :]</div><div><br /></div><div>We miss you, Chick-Fil-A! Thanks for the memories!</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-10088588811609953742010-03-31T18:23:00.000-07:002010-03-31T18:25:19.043-07:00Ethan.<center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs503.snc3/26443_1308876196388_1065060077_30731578_7780361_n.jpg" height="360" width="500" /><br />Love. And that is all I have to say.</span></center>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-37948747838858648022010-03-28T21:31:00.000-07:002010-03-28T21:50:41.939-07:00Can we just fast-forward to June please?<div style="text-align: left;"><b>The good news:</b> Ethan and I passed all of our classes and have been enjoying a Spring Break that has been very... enjoyable.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><b>The bad news:</b> Spring Break is ending and our third quarter begins bright and early tomorrow. It's bound to be an insanely busy ten weeks til Summer. Oh well. BRING IT ON, COLLEGE.<br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrdV06aBvFLhsCELdvKHaY2vS_rkCWHlKkryr1uWkQhkR0gQk7FozdTTbwoZrb6n7woLODc2rCPZLrLqawL7PtD2M_9p0vIFTZVLk3uqd7HEfIuCZl8MZT6nfSOGxzm2hW32mS0nLnw/s400/March+2010+232.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453911230427822834" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 360px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We made a visit to the beautiful Huntington Beach while visiting a dear friend in La Mirada. It was beautiful! Ethan ended the day happy and I ended the day incredibly sunburnt.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2687/4472471772_c798897371.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2712/4472487652_5bccee62a2.jpg" /></span></div></span>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-44212157417912048562010-03-23T21:45:00.000-07:002010-03-23T21:45:01.200-07:00Off to Southern California!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWq6tm-G7WtNZviyRQwcYUQ6hleStT77gz3vuSxt4uSZFsd2BC0FTaHaUy635v6_HliTgNGRhREpovxS1ZtZupZz4aGwudrnN0HxmURNOd49OG3XxXt4Xydhko0XJCcpPImS7m0Pp70A/s1600-h/March+2010+173.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWq6tm-G7WtNZviyRQwcYUQ6hleStT77gz3vuSxt4uSZFsd2BC0FTaHaUy635v6_HliTgNGRhREpovxS1ZtZupZz4aGwudrnN0HxmURNOd49OG3XxXt4Xydhko0XJCcpPImS7m0Pp70A/s400/March+2010+173.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451565544787241890" /></a><div><br /></div>It's Spring Break and Ethan and I are going on a little road trip to the Los Angeles area to visit our friends Brittany and Michelle! We're driving down, so wish us luck! ;]Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-31708601903223691192010-03-22T13:36:00.000-07:002010-03-22T18:29:44.893-07:00Spring has sprung.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEMCzKSe_PnWhCvAb6GduJKXGANWau7A0RGgHQW3dfNKvlSLbvopbomwJrFGf6qQBfO0PaDs0LLEMonYMueul9vlb3t10YN3XEfTRTJns7nfutDaJzsqqC5upZx5hx7jkxrp7J6zgyg/s1600-h/March+2010+159.png"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIokjsqGXzpb0_x7shLWDaVVQBP_8I6CX0uYuIYbAc2Shsc3_4I4V6CoLr6jQcPcqvON2tqxc6sMEHPjn0LT2YKg2P7bLjEoWqf8sxGKkFK2p6o129JcBMDfKHdvjzDna8K1O725NTFA/s1600-h/March+2010+163.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIokjsqGXzpb0_x7shLWDaVVQBP_8I6CX0uYuIYbAc2Shsc3_4I4V6CoLr6jQcPcqvON2tqxc6sMEHPjn0LT2YKg2P7bLjEoWqf8sxGKkFK2p6o129JcBMDfKHdvjzDna8K1O725NTFA/s400/March+2010+163.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451561873429604066" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEMCzKSe_PnWhCvAb6GduJKXGANWau7A0RGgHQW3dfNKvlSLbvopbomwJrFGf6qQBfO0PaDs0LLEMonYMueul9vlb3t10YN3XEfTRTJns7nfutDaJzsqqC5upZx5hx7jkxrp7J6zgyg/s1600-h/March+2010+159.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEMCzKSe_PnWhCvAb6GduJKXGANWau7A0RGgHQW3dfNKvlSLbvopbomwJrFGf6qQBfO0PaDs0LLEMonYMueul9vlb3t10YN3XEfTRTJns7nfutDaJzsqqC5upZx5hx7jkxrp7J6zgyg/s400/March+2010+159.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451562880076719858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /></a></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-5243926735727251152010-03-19T10:03:00.000-07:002010-03-19T17:28:41.705-07:00Cupcake Crew.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50d6R_QXqfocosHBsROF-UYkFiEf7GZn3oPqQoFijtQGibmwOS3cJNOKjqDMUfobuECwsF1DurY03cfIVeNovvSNvcJlhkMulKvLvMXlQZ4jWCx6A0Khos3gHXNtxDZEKlyPd4nQPQ/s1600-h/March+2010+130.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50d6R_QXqfocosHBsROF-UYkFiEf7GZn3oPqQoFijtQGibmwOS3cJNOKjqDMUfobuECwsF1DurY03cfIVeNovvSNvcJlhkMulKvLvMXlQZ4jWCx6A0Khos3gHXNtxDZEKlyPd4nQPQ/s400/March+2010+130.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395914051111890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy50d6R_QXqfocosHBsROF-UYkFiEf7GZn3oPqQoFijtQGibmwOS3cJNOKjqDMUfobuECwsF1DurY03cfIVeNovvSNvcJlhkMulKvLvMXlQZ4jWCx6A0Khos3gHXNtxDZEKlyPd4nQPQ/s1600-h/March+2010+130.png"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Why does cake taste so much tastier in cup-form?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Do you remember last summer when Kirsten and I <a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2009/08/cupcakes-with-kirsten.html">met up for cupcakes and a long overdue catch up session</a>? It's a biannual tradition for us now, I think. :D<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaFMF_VH0ywv7cqX4pZzIhLZLW6P6Nt691BOXaIZUOinoVv9pZQKpvo0b6SudQpNVOa4y8w3I9cPHhUZ6eOUc8LY_-yaDWLU_ITh7yRwdqM2irN7AXZy58b9oEuyX3kw3TIab2_L-mw/s400/cupcakes.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450396033300628866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It was also around our last cupcake date that Kirsten discovered she's gluten intolerant. Well, Sprinkles came to her rescue by recently introducing Gluten-free and Vegan Red Velvet cupcakes. Rejoice! I'd like to think that "G" actually stands for my name.</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznR9duHb5hn92-wHwEKO3oBXtBdjQbB8eJEXvMXMuu-Ak-qAb3jQIRwXATxW5uR-XMo79luX8bNhvz_D9IOd1wMDxowtJgI6-4DG3ZtxISgrMG3MyJpzfBp1OeVG7Rm1jKXLP17UCsQ/s1600-h/March+2010+129.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjznR9duHb5hn92-wHwEKO3oBXtBdjQbB8eJEXvMXMuu-Ak-qAb3jQIRwXATxW5uR-XMo79luX8bNhvz_D9IOd1wMDxowtJgI6-4DG3ZtxISgrMG3MyJpzfBp1OeVG7Rm1jKXLP17UCsQ/s400/March+2010+129.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450396011642955922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 360px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dark chocolate cupcake. Just one of FOUR cupcakes I found necessary to purchase.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPl5qqZJ836uoKXylDqVu4PBN3dDTZbjG4ddDfw-TbGXXzXMXQdtSWSMHtxy4MWW-oo8UcCw_uhHv3coCkAcokSIir3KD9ZbX7NqJf4vqoQBMu7kg1kAjOyTO8szJ4BWU-Pr1QmBW0ew/s1600-h/March+2010+131.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPl5qqZJ836uoKXylDqVu4PBN3dDTZbjG4ddDfw-TbGXXzXMXQdtSWSMHtxy4MWW-oo8UcCw_uhHv3coCkAcokSIir3KD9ZbX7NqJf4vqoQBMu7kg1kAjOyTO8szJ4BWU-Pr1QmBW0ew/s400/March+2010+131.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395979807018306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 330px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This pairing of photos...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBTir9oQK0xnsIrszBWRtL7B4SQFAhz4rb6b0uxHPdwgdh9UBHQsxcakTmjjlBkgPBupkjlu0qSi-fe2g5s2zu7p4BnJLUA1wjEISkz4R4434leBjOXeefC0SddPl3SgJMG6Sc2E5Yw/s1600-h/March+2010+132.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBTir9oQK0xnsIrszBWRtL7B4SQFAhz4rb6b0uxHPdwgdh9UBHQsxcakTmjjlBkgPBupkjlu0qSi-fe2g5s2zu7p4BnJLUA1wjEISkz4R4434leBjOXeefC0SddPl3SgJMG6Sc2E5Yw/s400/March+2010+132.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450395940306535906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 355px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Looks all too familar... ;]</span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-41173643875071258442010-03-13T15:24:00.000-08:002010-03-13T16:13:41.176-08:00Wrapping up the quarter.At the end of each quarter, we fill out narrative evaluations about our classes. Nobody is ever excited by the prospect of struggling to produce answers to series of questions, each of which actually seems to be same question phrased in different ways.<div><br /></div><div>On Thursday of last week, Ethan and I sat down to evaluate our Modern Dance I class. One noteworthy question in the narrative evaluations was this:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How has this course helped your facility and willingness to express yourself?</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ethan's response?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I am no longer afraid to groove.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Always a good answer.</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-47456508071177187402010-03-02T17:50:00.000-08:002010-03-02T18:54:47.004-08:00Still procrastinating.I finished Gladys' headshots. I'm so pleased with how they turned out! The weather really worked in my favor, and so did Gladys' good looks. ;]<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2758/4403025992_150fe2f591.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Check the rest of the set out </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/19132787@N00/sets/72157623419857159/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I have two more headshot sessions this week! Finally - some photos and some income. :P</div></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-37145609838587538582010-03-01T19:45:00.000-08:002010-03-01T19:54:45.104-08:00Procrastinating.Editing photos when I should be writing essays.<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4400466384_c52913d5dc.jpg" /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Today, I may have taken photos of the prettiest girl you ever did see. Here's the first of several of Gladys' headshots.</span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-86010740703881135532010-02-27T09:05:00.001-08:002010-02-27T09:16:12.937-08:00Happy Birthday, Brother!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19158_1263628985236_1065060077_30644472_5558343_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19158_1263628985236_1065060077_30644472_5558343_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just wanted to send out some belated birthday wishes for my fantastic brother, Tucker, who turned seventeen on Thursday. :]</span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-28823378045230398832010-02-23T10:18:00.000-08:002010-02-23T10:31:20.456-08:00Life is busy.Forgive me for the lack of posts? In reality, I have nothing about which I could post that could possibly be of interest to you, unless you have a penchant for the history of the pre-modern theatre or in depth analyses of various plays. If that is the case, do let me know. :P<br /><br /><a href="http://www.tiedmanntribe.blogspot.com/">Victoria</a> mentioned at some point that she wanted to hear me sing. Although I wish with my whole heart that I had a recording of the song I sang in a production of <a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-theatre.html">"Over the Mountain" at my university last winter</a>, I do not. I present you with an only slightly embarrassing video of me butchering an Irish brogue while singing about how to snag a man. Enjoy.<br /><br /><center><object width="500" height="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzV2k1H9e8A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzV2k1H9e8A&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="400"></embed></object></center>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-15380836758741674072010-02-18T17:55:00.000-08:002010-02-18T18:31:06.338-08:00Valentine's Day Recap!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2804/4367199350_f5db6a723a.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Just a little photographic evidence of our second and very happy Valentine's Day together. ;] </span><a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-morning-post.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> is how we spent our first.</span></div><br />So, I had <a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/durang-durang.html">a performance</a> on Valentine's Day, so that limited any major festivities. After the show, I was greeted by a loving Boyfriend toting a beautiful bouquet of twelve red long-stem roses (one of which is pictured in all of its glory <a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/rose-by-any-other-name-would-smell-as.html">here</a>). I sheepishly admitted to my love that I had been too busy to do anything Valentinsey for him, but that I'd treat him to a dinner of his choice so long as we could take it back to my house to share.<div><br /></div><div>This was a fib. I'll admit I didn't pull out all the stops, but I'd like to think that Ethan sees how much I care about him year-round. I'd also like to think that the little table I set up was satisfactory for my sweet. :]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4366456343_ddabac1e35.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A very romantic In-N-Out feast. ;]</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4367194408_bf4b310001.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Ethan's place-card, since he is the King of my Heart. Cheesy. ;]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4366449607_d07aedb3c9.jpg" height="290" width="232" /> <img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4367192950_9f7bec4187.jpg" height="290" width="232" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Naturally, then, my placecard was the Queen of Hearts. So, although purchasing pink "Crush" canned soda seemed like a good idea, neither Ethan nor I recommend it for consumption. Ick. Tootsie pops, however, are always a good idea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4366450799_5f41eaff1e.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We both discovered a renewed love for Mother's Circus Animal Cookies. Thank the soul who saved Mother's brand from bankruptcy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4367191546_3fa1c2415c.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I made this little banner and hung it on the light fixture above the table. Ethan said yes. ;]</span></div><br />Overall, we had a great evening together. How about you guys? Hope you got your fair share of hearts and hugs. :]</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-14152446507735047192010-02-17T16:38:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:59:18.686-08:00Durang Durang.<div style="text-align: left;">The Winter One Act Festival (featuring Christopher Durang's " 'Dentity Crisis' and Carly Mensch's "All Hail Hurricane Gordo") opened and closed this weekend. It was nothing short of amazing, of course! Gotta love my title - a cheeky play on Christopher Durang's name, which I've pirated from a series of performances which my dear friend Anna costumed.</div><div><br />Speaking of Anna, and Chris, and Dan, and Michelle...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4366099655_4e0f43f08e.jpg" /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/4366841698_8e12929553.jpg" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Each of these sweethearts came from all over the state of California to attend my show this weekend (of course, that's not the only reason they came home, but I'd like to think I'm a pretty big draw). I stole these rehearsal photos from Lauren, who also happened to perform wonderfully in "All Hail Hurricane Gordo." ;]</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs202.snc3/20958_1273954403365_1065060077_30665409_1546868_n.jpg" height="400" width="267" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hey, check it out - it's my son/husband/father/lover. I'm not kidding. This was probably taken moments after we smooched. Lucky man.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs222.snc3/20958_1273954443366_1065060077_30665410_7594645_n.jpg" height="267" width="400" /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs282.ash1/20958_1273954483367_1065060077_30665411_4573697_n.jpg" height="267" width="400" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cross-dressing is always funny.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs222.snc3/20958_1273954523368_1065060077_30665412_8135784_n.jpg" height="267" width="400" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs282.ash1/20958_1273954563369_1065060077_30665413_5083516_n.jpg" height="267" width="400" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yes, I am putting her in a straight jacket. No big.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4366861706_0014fced65.jpg" /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here are a couple shots of the " 'Dentity Crisis' cast and our lovely director Rachel in the purple.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4366863144_7e05edfe7e.jpg" /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Do you recognize </span><a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-sayin.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Blake</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">? How about my [minorly altered] </span><a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-design-time.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">my costume designs</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, after Saturday's show, I went out to greet my family and found my friends waiting for me. I was so surprised, I almost cried. It meant so much to me! Michelle took off, but the rest of us went for pizza. :]</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4366849870_62dc221a35.jpg" /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Anna and Chris eying our shared BBQ chicken pizza. Not pictured: Dan and his stellar cheese pizza.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'd like to offer an immense thanks to everybody who attended the show on Saturday and Sunday. My heart was exploding with happiness to perform for you all and with gratefulness for your support. My cast was so glad to have shared the weekend with you!</div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-20631018723292715932010-02-16T17:11:00.001-08:002010-02-16T17:21:53.117-08:00A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4364128230_2a88f0d08f.jpg" /><br />But a rose from your love always smells sweetest. :]</span></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-71656286643482295792010-02-15T11:32:00.000-08:002010-02-15T11:57:52.525-08:00Too much to do.<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">David Henry Thoreau.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If this is true, I'm expecting a lot of success to come my way sometime in the future. I should be doing homework, so I'm unable to post about my weekend adventures. In lieu of that, here are some pretty unflattering photos of me and some beautiful friends from a weekend or two ago. Please don't judge me for my sweatiness. Just enjoy.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrVjGRtvNyyJPgCq1cvHVVrlficv2VJKzVrRseyi1oMMI0KWF_JFYkiEs0vc_VRpBR_e-gzPJ5uXh3DXBeY487MT26q4Vnt_jfbXdM5eMFKPDwkqmnPT8KvXSuDrKqd60noAtTmGZkg/s400/18876_1181698221289_1193190095_30899773_2640473_n.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560687655121026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUeVoA30t_UvtHjQ8Nzd7xyiYskq_ETiZV3uBXEfmSipWXEOd3ZbIIhp5VVwoFGF0oM8_jq_CHKCRi6RUCdnYbctw8g4zcrCg-UazXujus54biQrJsvTdj_YOiCBPg2YXxd_W4jaMRQ/s1600-h/erin.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUeVoA30t_UvtHjQ8Nzd7xyiYskq_ETiZV3uBXEfmSipWXEOd3ZbIIhp5VVwoFGF0oM8_jq_CHKCRi6RUCdnYbctw8g4zcrCg-UazXujus54biQrJsvTdj_YOiCBPg2YXxd_W4jaMRQ/s400/erin.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560708063131442" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh9zPBLY-FL4yoYCQs1dvu7VHC7zC6K_PpHGdEcYkc6hlJEGk0jTlWBNDRGxdk60RTqIw3xvUlpUWcRuQGjTvbm-ACQRKwHl-Fc6gXYNn-fwBGFy8ciBMH7lTRFrMLfJDOv12bGNbHQ/s1600-h/18876_1181698821304_1193190095_30899780_6932161_n.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMh9zPBLY-FL4yoYCQs1dvu7VHC7zC6K_PpHGdEcYkc6hlJEGk0jTlWBNDRGxdk60RTqIw3xvUlpUWcRuQGjTvbm-ACQRKwHl-Fc6gXYNn-fwBGFy8ciBMH7lTRFrMLfJDOv12bGNbHQ/s400/18876_1181698821304_1193190095_30899780_6932161_n.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560702650590978" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrVjGRtvNyyJPgCq1cvHVVrlficv2VJKzVrRseyi1oMMI0KWF_JFYkiEs0vc_VRpBR_e-gzPJ5uXh3DXBeY487MT26q4Vnt_jfbXdM5eMFKPDwkqmnPT8KvXSuDrKqd60noAtTmGZkg/s1600-h/18876_1181698221289_1193190095_30899773_2640473_n.png"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBhA8r5yvr77NCoxdICjI3qxM7u6pFLcbdW0EyiA-qXVCO1lz7smAmT9eQe3ff_RjcGmv9ZndNX6KXTc9wYKVD7IFsKyocF7QMWprN7GZMFCK4ysrlokC24__OA3O8jD9Sqm_XPcMXg/s1600-h/18876_1181697461270_1193190095_30899764_3011901_n.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBhA8r5yvr77NCoxdICjI3qxM7u6pFLcbdW0EyiA-qXVCO1lz7smAmT9eQe3ff_RjcGmv9ZndNX6KXTc9wYKVD7IFsKyocF7QMWprN7GZMFCK4ysrlokC24__OA3O8jD9Sqm_XPcMXg/s400/18876_1181697461270_1193190095_30899764_3011901_n.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560679882073506" /></a><div><br /><div><b>Posts in the cue:</b> the Winter One Act Festival; Valentine's Day. :]</div></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-39434089522608099722010-02-14T18:26:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:35:18.394-08:00Happy Valentine's Day.<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4357604727_3ac05d8572.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Love is, above all, the gift of oneself." <i>Jean Anouilh</i>.</b></div></div>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-923248437479056481.post-59478219471696631852010-02-11T22:12:00.001-08:002010-02-11T22:22:11.198-08:00A photo and some news...<center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4350022951_8c3a14ec40.jpg" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />You saw this guy and his beautiful lady <a href="http://ethan-and-grace.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-sayin.html">below</a>, but now I've finished </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/19132787@N00/sets/72157623414902730/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">his headshots</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">. :]</span></center><center><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And now the time has come, dearest readers, to reveal the next chapter of Ethan and Grace's life together. No, not marriage. Quite the contrary: <b>separation</b>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't jump to conclusions, sillies. Beginning in mid-August this year, I will be studying in Florence, Italy while Ethan holds down the fort here at home. For four months. Yes, I'm incredibly excited; yes, I'm incredibly nervous.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've never been to Europe, let alone for an extended amount of time. I've already been reading Celeste's wonderful little blog to pick up on the ins and outs of life as an American student abroad in Italy, but I'm curious - have you been? Did you study abroad? Any insider tips for a poor soul like me? ;]</div></center>Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07005294221120350421noreply@blogger.com4