This past Christmas, Santa brought my six year-old-Cruzzie (well, um, actually… me) a wireless printer! A polaroid printer! It is my teenage-self dream. Check it out.
The size of my palm. Chic, apple-esque, petite, and functional!
Eugene, Oregon; home to the Oregon Ducks, elite athletes, homeless teenagers, and hippies stuck in the 1960s. One of the best random activities in Eugene is the Saturday Market (which takes place on Saturdays, obvi) where the perfume of choice is BO (and weed), white people serve a variety of ethnic food, wannabe musicians perform, and there is tie dye everywhere. What is not to love?
And if you go to the Saturday Market and want to fit in, then you OBVIOUSLY have to wear tie dye. And birks. (This is the closest I will get to “dressing up” in a costume).
Although Ken is one of my brother’s best friends from Amherst, we actually first met at Stanford in 2003 for graduate school (me for Education and Ken for business). Since “the Farm” was the place we met and fell in love (ahhhhhh), Stanford holds a very special place in our hearts. This weekend marks the 10th year reunion of Ken’s GSB (Graduate School of Business) class. We are so excited to go to Palo Alto and pretend we are in our 20s again. We can’t wait to see so many of our good friends, go to In N Out, walk the dish, eat Mexican food, bask in the sunshine, pretend we are bzillionaire tech dudes, and drive Priuses. Viva California! To get excited for reunion, we pulled up some pictures of us from ten years ago (GAG). Enjoy!
Business school students live much larger than Education students. I lived on Trader Joe’s and acted like a student. Business school students pretended they were (or were) millionaires and always ate at fancy restaurants, went on lavish trips, and dropped dinero like it was their job. This photo is of us at Napa on one of our group weekends there. SO FUN.
