I've decided that it's OK...
- to not like wheat bread. I know it's healthy, but you know what? I get more than enough of the good-for-you stuff. I want my sandwich on a non-wheat roll. Preferably a hard roll.
- to worry that my feet will grow when I have kids (it happened to my mom) and I won't fit in any of my beautiful shoes anymore. (Although, what a great excuse for a shoe shopping spree!)
- to own a Celine Dion greatest hits CD. What?
- to not answer the phone sometimes. Caller ID is a wonderful thing.
- to have conversations with the dog. He might not talk back, but he's a great listener.
- to wish that My So-Called Life was still on TV. Even just in syndication.
- to enjoy it when Michael works on a Friday evening. Bad TV + a new magazine + no one to tell me the show sucks = sweet.
- to tell myself repeatedly that muscle weighs more than fat.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Literal Translation
When I first started this blog I wrote a post about the meaning of the title. And while I feel as though most of the time my posts accurately reflect it, sometimes they tend to stray. But today, in literal translation of the meaning, These Little Moments have made up my life recently:
- I went out to lunch with my boss on Thursday. During our conversation I mentioned that I had been exhausted lately and didn't know why. With a raised eyebrow, my soon-to-be father for the second time boss asked, "are you pregnant?" WHAT? NO! I'm adamant about taking the required measures (at the same time, everyday, since I was 16) to prevent that from happening. No!
Later that afternoon I was feeling so nauseous that I took the next day off. The rational part of me knew that I had come down with the bug that was circulating through the office. The irrational part of me freaked out for a good two minutes. Am I pregnant? I can't be pregnant. Could I be pregnant? Damn you, boss!
No worries. It was just the bug. Of course.
- We went to dinner at his mother's house yesterday. I am always anticipating the worst but it wasn't that bad. She always invites other people and counting us there were 11. Of course her table isn't meant to sit 11 so I got to straddle the leg of the table and eat on an angle. She was nice and even gave me my favorite Easter candy (solid chocolate mini-Cadbury eggs with a hard candy coating...drool....) But I knew there had to be something.
Turns out it was one of the guest's birthday. I've had dinner with this woman at least 20 times now, but didn't know it was her birthday. If I had, I would have brought a small gift or flowers and a least a card from me and Michael. But his mother hadn't mentioned it on the phone so we had no idea.
After dessert, the guest was presented with gifts. On the card from his mother read "blah, blah, blah, Happy Birthday! Love, The Mother, the foster children, Michael and the dog." My name was not included. My name was conveniently left off, but THE DOG was thoughtfully included.
The other adult guest had also brought a gift so it appeared as though I was the only one who didn't bring one.
ARGHHH!!!!
- Yesterday I was doing my usual weekend house cleaning and had finished just about all the chores I wanted to do. I was about to walk out of the kitchen when I noticed a few dishes in the sink that could be washed. I reached inside the blender with the sponge and "OW! Damn it!!" I dropped the sponge and cursed as I realized I had stabbed my finger with the blender blade. I wrapped my finger in a paper towel and sat on the couch with my arm above my head. That's what you're supposed to do, elevate. Right? I sat there for a few minutes looking ridiculous and feeling sorry for myself because, OW, and then decided to yell for Michael to come downstairs. He did, asked if I was OK and asked if he could do anything.
Well, no, actually. I just wanted acknowledgement of my boo boo.
"Do you want a kiss?" he asked.
Yes! He makes things better.
My finger still really hurts though.
Feel sorry for me, I think that will help.
- I went out to lunch with my boss on Thursday. During our conversation I mentioned that I had been exhausted lately and didn't know why. With a raised eyebrow, my soon-to-be father for the second time boss asked, "are you pregnant?" WHAT? NO! I'm adamant about taking the required measures (at the same time, everyday, since I was 16) to prevent that from happening. No!
Later that afternoon I was feeling so nauseous that I took the next day off. The rational part of me knew that I had come down with the bug that was circulating through the office. The irrational part of me freaked out for a good two minutes. Am I pregnant? I can't be pregnant. Could I be pregnant? Damn you, boss!
No worries. It was just the bug. Of course.
- We went to dinner at his mother's house yesterday. I am always anticipating the worst but it wasn't that bad. She always invites other people and counting us there were 11. Of course her table isn't meant to sit 11 so I got to straddle the leg of the table and eat on an angle. She was nice and even gave me my favorite Easter candy (solid chocolate mini-Cadbury eggs with a hard candy coating...drool....) But I knew there had to be something.
Turns out it was one of the guest's birthday. I've had dinner with this woman at least 20 times now, but didn't know it was her birthday. If I had, I would have brought a small gift or flowers and a least a card from me and Michael. But his mother hadn't mentioned it on the phone so we had no idea.
After dessert, the guest was presented with gifts. On the card from his mother read "blah, blah, blah, Happy Birthday! Love, The Mother, the foster children, Michael and the dog." My name was not included. My name was conveniently left off, but THE DOG was thoughtfully included.
The other adult guest had also brought a gift so it appeared as though I was the only one who didn't bring one.
ARGHHH!!!!
- Yesterday I was doing my usual weekend house cleaning and had finished just about all the chores I wanted to do. I was about to walk out of the kitchen when I noticed a few dishes in the sink that could be washed. I reached inside the blender with the sponge and "OW! Damn it!!" I dropped the sponge and cursed as I realized I had stabbed my finger with the blender blade. I wrapped my finger in a paper towel and sat on the couch with my arm above my head. That's what you're supposed to do, elevate. Right? I sat there for a few minutes looking ridiculous and feeling sorry for myself because, OW, and then decided to yell for Michael to come downstairs. He did, asked if I was OK and asked if he could do anything.
Well, no, actually. I just wanted acknowledgement of my boo boo.
"Do you want a kiss?" he asked.
Yes! He makes things better.
My finger still really hurts though.
Feel sorry for me, I think that will help.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Boobs
I ordered a really cute dress that was on sale last week. It came in the mail yesterday but I waited until this morning to try it on. The image reflecting back at me from the mirror was not what I was hoping for.
I looked like Miss Molly Milk Maid offering you my rack of lamb.
Holy. Boobs.
I always liked my chest. It suited my frame just fine and I certainly rocked the cleavage in high school and my early years of college. But then came junior year. One day I went to put on my favorite tank top and it didn't fit. I struggled to get it over my chest doing one of those awkward, twirly dances you know you've done in a dressing room when the dress you picked was too small.
I called Elle into my room and presented her with the problem. "Huh," she said. "They got bigger!" Bigger? Why did they get bigger? I didn't want them to get bigger! I was happy with what I had before. After much deliberation and denial on my part, Elle convinced me a trip to Victoria's Secret was in order. Time for new bras.
We walked into the store and I picked out a few in my old size, determined that they would fit and the tank top had shrunk. Elle laughed when I let her in the dressing room and told me I could not walk around with my chest up to my chin. She left and I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror and trying to wrap my head around it. This is what women want, right? Big boobs? But all of the sudden I felt self-conscious and so much more aware of them than I ever had before.
Suddenly Elle thrust her arm over the door and said, "try this one on." It was a D. I refused. "I am not a D!" I yelled at her. But she made me. So I did.
And it fit. Perfectly.
I left the store with my new bras and a feeling like I was going through adolescence all over again. It just felt weird.
Over the next couple weeks other people began to notice. My sorority sisters were making comments. My roommates were making comments. (I was no Boobeski, but it was a noticeable change.) After a visit home my sister started calling me "D's". Michael was making a lot of comments. Needless to say, he did not see this as a problem. But I was starting to feel like my boobs were what people were noticing about me first. Not my big smile, my sense of humor or intelligent questions. My boobs.
I know some of you are rolling your eyes. Thinking, what is she complaining about? Maybe you have nice B's that fit perfectly into any any top or bathing suit you try on. I don't.
I have to pass by all the cute spaghetti strapped, empire waisted, flowy tops because I look like I could serve you dinner off my chest. I could never wear a strapless dress without looking like a linebacker.
But I do put things in perspective. My mom was lucky that her breast cancer did not result in a mastectomy. Many women are not so lucky. Thousands of women, even women my age, have lots their breasts to cancer.
When I step back and look at it that way, having large breasts may be an inconvenience, but things could be so much worse.
I'm really disappointed about that dress, though.
I looked like Miss Molly Milk Maid offering you my rack of lamb.
Holy. Boobs.
I always liked my chest. It suited my frame just fine and I certainly rocked the cleavage in high school and my early years of college. But then came junior year. One day I went to put on my favorite tank top and it didn't fit. I struggled to get it over my chest doing one of those awkward, twirly dances you know you've done in a dressing room when the dress you picked was too small.
I called Elle into my room and presented her with the problem. "Huh," she said. "They got bigger!" Bigger? Why did they get bigger? I didn't want them to get bigger! I was happy with what I had before. After much deliberation and denial on my part, Elle convinced me a trip to Victoria's Secret was in order. Time for new bras.
We walked into the store and I picked out a few in my old size, determined that they would fit and the tank top had shrunk. Elle laughed when I let her in the dressing room and told me I could not walk around with my chest up to my chin. She left and I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror and trying to wrap my head around it. This is what women want, right? Big boobs? But all of the sudden I felt self-conscious and so much more aware of them than I ever had before.
Suddenly Elle thrust her arm over the door and said, "try this one on." It was a D. I refused. "I am not a D!" I yelled at her. But she made me. So I did.
And it fit. Perfectly.
I left the store with my new bras and a feeling like I was going through adolescence all over again. It just felt weird.
Over the next couple weeks other people began to notice. My sorority sisters were making comments. My roommates were making comments. (I was no Boobeski, but it was a noticeable change.) After a visit home my sister started calling me "D's". Michael was making a lot of comments. Needless to say, he did not see this as a problem. But I was starting to feel like my boobs were what people were noticing about me first. Not my big smile, my sense of humor or intelligent questions. My boobs.
I know some of you are rolling your eyes. Thinking, what is she complaining about? Maybe you have nice B's that fit perfectly into any any top or bathing suit you try on. I don't.
I have to pass by all the cute spaghetti strapped, empire waisted, flowy tops because I look like I could serve you dinner off my chest. I could never wear a strapless dress without looking like a linebacker.
But I do put things in perspective. My mom was lucky that her breast cancer did not result in a mastectomy. Many women are not so lucky. Thousands of women, even women my age, have lots their breasts to cancer.
When I step back and look at it that way, having large breasts may be an inconvenience, but things could be so much worse.
I'm really disappointed about that dress, though.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Tagged Part 2
I was tagged. I've actually done this one before, but I don't think there is a shortage of weird things about me. So here we go. Six Weird Things About Me.
1. I cannot watch a movie unless I see it from the very beginning. Even if it's a movie I've seen 1,000 times, know all the words to and own the dvd. If it's not the beginning, I can't watch it. And if it's one I haven't seen? Forget it. I tried doing that when TNT plays movies back to back...watch the second half first and then the first half. It sucks.
2. I hate it when people shorten my name. My name is Molly, not Mol. I mean, come on. It's only five letters. How lazy are you that you have to shorten it to three? There are only a select few who are allowed to call me Mol and they had to earn it. Big time. The worst was when a professor would call me Mol on the first day of class or when a coworker did it the first week at a new job. And then you're stuck with it because you can't really say, "actually, DON'T." When I hear Mol, I think mall or maul. Ugh.
3. It's no secret I want to got engaged. It's also no secret that I browse the Knot, look at rings and dresses and think about reception sites. What may be kind of weird is that I already have a list. A big list. Full of everything from photographers to bakeries to florists. A list I've complied by reading message boards on the Knot. So that when it does happen, I'm ready to go. I am aware how sick this is. I am also aware that maybe I need to get out more on the weekends.
4. I was never into naming my cars, but in high school my first car was a Volvo and it was super cute. So my friend Abby and I named her the Molvo. And Abby had a Saab. Which, you guessed it, we named Saabby.
5. I call cats Moosies. I'm not entirely sure why I do this or where it started, but it stuck. And it has to be said in a high pitched, squealy voice. The sad thing is my friends and family are all aware of this and some of them even call them moosies now.
6. I had one of those allergy tests done years ago and I'm allergic to dust mites, ash trees and cockroaches. I don't know what an ash tree looks like and I've only seen a cockroach once, but whenever my allergies flare up I blame it on ash trees and cockroaches. Because, clearly, what else could it be.
I'm passing on the meme. Mike (no, it's not Michael), Sass, Ripe and Daily Editor...you're tagged!
1. I cannot watch a movie unless I see it from the very beginning. Even if it's a movie I've seen 1,000 times, know all the words to and own the dvd. If it's not the beginning, I can't watch it. And if it's one I haven't seen? Forget it. I tried doing that when TNT plays movies back to back...watch the second half first and then the first half. It sucks.
2. I hate it when people shorten my name. My name is Molly, not Mol. I mean, come on. It's only five letters. How lazy are you that you have to shorten it to three? There are only a select few who are allowed to call me Mol and they had to earn it. Big time. The worst was when a professor would call me Mol on the first day of class or when a coworker did it the first week at a new job. And then you're stuck with it because you can't really say, "actually, DON'T." When I hear Mol, I think mall or maul. Ugh.
3. It's no secret I want to got engaged. It's also no secret that I browse the Knot, look at rings and dresses and think about reception sites. What may be kind of weird is that I already have a list. A big list. Full of everything from photographers to bakeries to florists. A list I've complied by reading message boards on the Knot. So that when it does happen, I'm ready to go. I am aware how sick this is. I am also aware that maybe I need to get out more on the weekends.
4. I was never into naming my cars, but in high school my first car was a Volvo and it was super cute. So my friend Abby and I named her the Molvo. And Abby had a Saab. Which, you guessed it, we named Saabby.
5. I call cats Moosies. I'm not entirely sure why I do this or where it started, but it stuck. And it has to be said in a high pitched, squealy voice. The sad thing is my friends and family are all aware of this and some of them even call them moosies now.
6. I had one of those allergy tests done years ago and I'm allergic to dust mites, ash trees and cockroaches. I don't know what an ash tree looks like and I've only seen a cockroach once, but whenever my allergies flare up I blame it on ash trees and cockroaches. Because, clearly, what else could it be.
I'm passing on the meme. Mike (no, it's not Michael), Sass, Ripe and Daily Editor...you're tagged!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Ms. Judgy Pants
I'm judgemental. There. I said it. I make a snap decision about someone in the first few moments of meeting (or seeing) them.
The reporter? Geek in high school. Turned the volume up a little in college and learned the advantages to dressing well. Still not too suave with the ladies.
The guy at the restaurant? Townie. High school education. Crude. A little clueless. (He was wearing flannel pajama bottoms with what I think were skiers on them and sneakers circa 1997.)
Granted, the reporter could have women lining up to date him, (although I sincerely doubt it) and flannel pants guy could be have easily been promoted from the paper goods department at Walmart to automotive parts. See! I did it again!
I consider myself to be a nice person and it's only in certain company that I would voice these opinions out loud. And these opinions are kind of mean.
But then again, what are people thinking about me?
The reporter? Geek in high school. Turned the volume up a little in college and learned the advantages to dressing well. Still not too suave with the ladies.
The guy at the restaurant? Townie. High school education. Crude. A little clueless. (He was wearing flannel pajama bottoms with what I think were skiers on them and sneakers circa 1997.)
Granted, the reporter could have women lining up to date him, (although I sincerely doubt it) and flannel pants guy could be have easily been promoted from the paper goods department at Walmart to automotive parts. See! I did it again!
I consider myself to be a nice person and it's only in certain company that I would voice these opinions out loud. And these opinions are kind of mean.
But then again, what are people thinking about me?
Friday, February 02, 2007
Because I'm Tired Of Looking At Spreadsheets
Stolen from Alissa, who stole it from someone else. So it's OK.
[A is for age:]
24. Which is not that exciting of an age...it's not one of the milestone ages like 25. I'm so not ready for 25.
[B is for booze of choice:]
I'm a vodka girl, or a coconut rum girl. Or a martini girl.
[C is for career:]
Public Relations.
[D is for your dog's name:]
Kodiak...but he has a thousand nicknames. Dooze (see also: dooze-man, dooze-face), bubby, handsome boy, puppa...
[E is for essential items you use everyday:]
My toothbrush immediately first thing in the morning, overpriced face wash for dry skin, cell phone, iPod and XM radio, Smith's Rosebud Salve.
[F is for favorite song(s) at the moment:]
The entire Wicked soundtrack, Nothing Left To Lose--Mat Kearney, My Mistake--Michelle Featherstone.
[G is for favorite game(s):]
Uno, rummy 500, Boggle
[H is for hometown:]
Pleasant Valley, NY.
[I is for instruments you play:]
I started piano when I was five and violin in the fourth grade. I haven't really touched the violin since high school and I don't have a piano right now which is KILLING me. I'm awesome on the piano.
[J is for jam or jelly that you like:]
Straaaaaawberry.
[K is for kids?]
Not yet, but I cannot wait.
[L is for last kiss?]
Yummy.
[M is for most admired trait?]
I'm a caring and trustworthy friend.
[N is for name of your crush:]
Michael.
[O is for overnight hospital stays:]
None. Knock on wood!
[P is for phobias:]
Heights. Illness of a loved one. Not reaching my goals.
[Q is for quotes you like:]
"I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes."~ Oprah; May all your joys be pure joys and all your pain champagne."~ Um....the Food Network.
[R is for biggest regret:]
I cheated on a boyfriend out of retaliation. I was young and it was stupid, but I regret doing something so malicious when I should have been mature enough to talk about it.
[S is for sweets of your choice:]
Anything chocolate, cupcakes.
[T is for time you wake up:]
I shoot for 7 a.m. Sometimes it's 7:15. And then I'm running late.
[U is for underwear:]
I wear them.
[V is for vegetables you love:]
Peas, carrots, celery, cucumbers, baby tomatoes....mmm I want a salad!
[W is for worst habit:]
I'm a pack rat. And my "closet" (our second bedroom) is a mess.
[X is for x-rays you've had:]
Ankle, teeth.
[Y is for yummy food you make:]
I make a mean parmesan chicken, stir fry, banana bread.
[Z is for zodiac sign:]
Capricorn
[A is for age:]
24. Which is not that exciting of an age...it's not one of the milestone ages like 25. I'm so not ready for 25.
[B is for booze of choice:]
I'm a vodka girl, or a coconut rum girl. Or a martini girl.
[C is for career:]
Public Relations.
[D is for your dog's name:]
Kodiak...but he has a thousand nicknames. Dooze (see also: dooze-man, dooze-face), bubby, handsome boy, puppa...
[E is for essential items you use everyday:]
My toothbrush immediately first thing in the morning, overpriced face wash for dry skin, cell phone, iPod and XM radio, Smith's Rosebud Salve.
[F is for favorite song(s) at the moment:]
The entire Wicked soundtrack, Nothing Left To Lose--Mat Kearney, My Mistake--Michelle Featherstone.
[G is for favorite game(s):]
Uno, rummy 500, Boggle
[H is for hometown:]
Pleasant Valley, NY.
[I is for instruments you play:]
I started piano when I was five and violin in the fourth grade. I haven't really touched the violin since high school and I don't have a piano right now which is KILLING me. I'm awesome on the piano.
[J is for jam or jelly that you like:]
Straaaaaawberry.
[K is for kids?]
Not yet, but I cannot wait.
[L is for last kiss?]
Yummy.
[M is for most admired trait?]
I'm a caring and trustworthy friend.
[N is for name of your crush:]
Michael.
[O is for overnight hospital stays:]
None. Knock on wood!
[P is for phobias:]
Heights. Illness of a loved one. Not reaching my goals.
[Q is for quotes you like:]
"I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes."~ Oprah; May all your joys be pure joys and all your pain champagne."~ Um....the Food Network.
[R is for biggest regret:]
I cheated on a boyfriend out of retaliation. I was young and it was stupid, but I regret doing something so malicious when I should have been mature enough to talk about it.
[S is for sweets of your choice:]
Anything chocolate, cupcakes.
[T is for time you wake up:]
I shoot for 7 a.m. Sometimes it's 7:15. And then I'm running late.
[U is for underwear:]
I wear them.
[V is for vegetables you love:]
Peas, carrots, celery, cucumbers, baby tomatoes....mmm I want a salad!
[W is for worst habit:]
I'm a pack rat. And my "closet" (our second bedroom) is a mess.
[X is for x-rays you've had:]
Ankle, teeth.
[Y is for yummy food you make:]
I make a mean parmesan chicken, stir fry, banana bread.
[Z is for zodiac sign:]
Capricorn
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Perfection
Not so perfect:
- Waking up early because we only have one bathroom and Michael was working the same time I was today. And we both needed to shower. It actually makes sense that I shower first on days like this because when I'm done he gets in the shower and I do my hair and makeup. That way the mirror is free for him to shave when he gets out.
But 20 minutes makes a huge difference in your sleep pattern. At least it does for me. And now I have that tired headache behind my eyes.
- Attempting to make "real" oatmeal (not instant) without any directions because we need to go grocery shopping tonight.
- Shmutz on my sleeve. What the hell? Is it oatmeal?
Perfect:
- Not immediately turning the TV on last night and curling up on the couch to read a book, something I haven't done in a very long time.
- Michael getting home 30 minutes later with a big smile on his face because "I missed you!"
- Smiling behind my book as Michael yelled at the TV during the State of State address.
- Reading my book in bed (ah the reading!) under the warm comforter and flannel sheets.
- Drifting off to sleep to the sound of Michael singing along to Dave Matthews in the next room.
Yeah, I guess life is pretty good.
- Waking up early because we only have one bathroom and Michael was working the same time I was today. And we both needed to shower. It actually makes sense that I shower first on days like this because when I'm done he gets in the shower and I do my hair and makeup. That way the mirror is free for him to shave when he gets out.
But 20 minutes makes a huge difference in your sleep pattern. At least it does for me. And now I have that tired headache behind my eyes.
- Attempting to make "real" oatmeal (not instant) without any directions because we need to go grocery shopping tonight.
- Shmutz on my sleeve. What the hell? Is it oatmeal?
Perfect:
- Not immediately turning the TV on last night and curling up on the couch to read a book, something I haven't done in a very long time.
- Michael getting home 30 minutes later with a big smile on his face because "I missed you!"
- Smiling behind my book as Michael yelled at the TV during the State of State address.
- Reading my book in bed (ah the reading!) under the warm comforter and flannel sheets.
- Drifting off to sleep to the sound of Michael singing along to Dave Matthews in the next room.
Yeah, I guess life is pretty good.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Fashion Faux Pas
While out to lunch today I spotted one of Those Guys. You know the kind, the vintage Nike wearing, European-cut clothing sporting, my-hair-is-meant-to-look-unwashed type of guy. He would have pulled off the look perfectly if under his sporty zip-up he wasn't wearing a Family Guy t-shirt. Not quite a fashion disaster, but a definite oops. We've all had them. We look back at pictures and cringe at the "what was I thinking?" moments. Mine? Oh...there were many.
I owned a pair of red Tweety Bird sneakers. I thought they were the coolest thing ever. I was in 5th grade and was styyyyling, baby. Oh yeah.
I'd also like to point out that I searched Ebay just do you could actually see the horror that used to reside on my feet. Thank God my taste in shoes has improved.
Like any child born in the 80s, I also wore an assortment of snap bracelets. My favorite one was zebra striped and furry. I also had a few metallic ones and one that was a really great shade of lime green. I used to coordinated them to my scrunch socks. Until they were banned from school for being dangerous. Apparently if you took off the fabric coating they were nothing more than a bendy, metal WEAPON.
The mock turtleneck. But not just any mock turtleneck, oh no. A velour mock turtleneck. In long sleeve, short sleeve and a dress. I sported black, stripes, forest green and the dress....the dress was an iridescent purple that changed from dark to light depended on if you brushed the velour up or down. I may have worn the dress with clear platform jellies.
Overalls. An almost daily outfit in the 7th grade, complete with the baby t-shirt and boxers. You know, so a strip of your midsection was showing, but not enough to be considered inappropriate. My favorite boxers? Blue flannel with sheep on them. That I made in Home Ec. Yeah.
So overall, it was pretty bad. But at least it wasn't a Family Guy t-shirt.
I owned a pair of red Tweety Bird sneakers. I thought they were the coolest thing ever. I was in 5th grade and was styyyyling, baby. Oh yeah.
I'd also like to point out that I searched Ebay just do you could actually see the horror that used to reside on my feet. Thank God my taste in shoes has improved.Like any child born in the 80s, I also wore an assortment of snap bracelets. My favorite one was zebra striped and furry. I also had a few metallic ones and one that was a really great shade of lime green. I used to coordinated them to my scrunch socks. Until they were banned from school for being dangerous. Apparently if you took off the fabric coating they were nothing more than a bendy, metal WEAPON.
The mock turtleneck. But not just any mock turtleneck, oh no. A velour mock turtleneck. In long sleeve, short sleeve and a dress. I sported black, stripes, forest green and the dress....the dress was an iridescent purple that changed from dark to light depended on if you brushed the velour up or down. I may have worn the dress with clear platform jellies. 
Overalls. An almost daily outfit in the 7th grade, complete with the baby t-shirt and boxers. You know, so a strip of your midsection was showing, but not enough to be considered inappropriate. My favorite boxers? Blue flannel with sheep on them. That I made in Home Ec. Yeah.
So overall, it was pretty bad. But at least it wasn't a Family Guy t-shirt.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
ABC's
Loyal readers (all six of you,)
Thank you for letting me vent to you yesterday. I know you don't come here for woe is me. You come here for the happy! Sarcastic! Fun! So I have returned. But since this has been a draining week I'm not feeling especially creative, this post is borrowed from the lovely Amalah. Enjoy!
Admiring: How soft my hair is today.
Beating myself up about: Not getting to the gym enough.
Crying over: Ugh, you'd think I have my period. Christmas commercials, when the Grinch's heart grew three sizes (and he gets the strength of 10 Grinches plus two,) my sister.
Daydreaming about: Lying on the couch with Michael under the glow of the Christmas tree. And a grilled cheese sandwich.
Excited because: Christmas is almost here and I might have lunch with Elle on Friday.
Frustrated because: I'm short one gift and I have no idea what to get that person.
Grumpy because: Michael is getting a one-hour massage this afternoon. I'm not.
Hate-filled and seething over: The trucker that gave me the finger because I wouldn't let him into the left lane until he put his blinker on.
Indignant because: I have no chocolate and I could really use some.
Just shoot me now because: Kenny G is playing a Christmas song. ("Tell me that part about Kenny G again?"--Name that movie.)
Kidding myself regarding: not spending too much this holiday.
Listening to: Channel 79 on XM radio. All Christmas, all the time.
Mooning over: The Tacori website.
Need: A nap, a grilled cheese and some new shoes. (Yes, need.)
Obsessing over: Finding the perfect chocolate brown crocodile (faux, of course) boots.
Praying: That all the family stuff works itself out.
Questioning: My choice of jacket today.
Reading: Oh how I miss reading. I haven't read for pleasure in forever. So I guess the answer is copy that I'm editing.
Singing: Joy to the World!
Trying: Not to sing too loud at my desk.
Very: Happy I'm going out to lunch.
Wondering: Why Gilmore was a repeat last night.
X-rated action: I just flashed you.
Yawning over: Just yawning. I'm tired!
Zoinks: I have to do some work!
Thank you for letting me vent to you yesterday. I know you don't come here for woe is me. You come here for the happy! Sarcastic! Fun! So I have returned. But since this has been a draining week I'm not feeling especially creative, this post is borrowed from the lovely Amalah. Enjoy!
Admiring: How soft my hair is today.
Beating myself up about: Not getting to the gym enough.
Crying over: Ugh, you'd think I have my period. Christmas commercials, when the Grinch's heart grew three sizes (and he gets the strength of 10 Grinches plus two,) my sister.
Daydreaming about: Lying on the couch with Michael under the glow of the Christmas tree. And a grilled cheese sandwich.
Excited because: Christmas is almost here and I might have lunch with Elle on Friday.
Frustrated because: I'm short one gift and I have no idea what to get that person.
Grumpy because: Michael is getting a one-hour massage this afternoon. I'm not.
Hate-filled and seething over: The trucker that gave me the finger because I wouldn't let him into the left lane until he put his blinker on.
Indignant because: I have no chocolate and I could really use some.
Just shoot me now because: Kenny G is playing a Christmas song. ("Tell me that part about Kenny G again?"--Name that movie.)
Kidding myself regarding: not spending too much this holiday.
Listening to: Channel 79 on XM radio. All Christmas, all the time.
Mooning over: The Tacori website.
Need: A nap, a grilled cheese and some new shoes. (Yes, need.)
Obsessing over: Finding the perfect chocolate brown crocodile (faux, of course) boots.
Praying: That all the family stuff works itself out.
Questioning: My choice of jacket today.
Reading: Oh how I miss reading. I haven't read for pleasure in forever. So I guess the answer is copy that I'm editing.
Singing: Joy to the World!
Trying: Not to sing too loud at my desk.
Very: Happy I'm going out to lunch.
Wondering: Why Gilmore was a repeat last night.
X-rated action: I just flashed you.
Yawning over: Just yawning. I'm tired!
Zoinks: I have to do some work!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I'm Such A Third Grader
Because I totally spread a rumor faster than you would believe and it's only 10 a.m.
When I was in college sites like Friendster and Facebook became popular. At first it was really cool. You'd become "friends" with someone you know from college or you used to hang out with in high school. You can read their profiles and see what they're up to, look at their pictures and assess the person they're dating. Fun.
And until Myspace came along, it wasn't too stalker-ish. You could only see a profile of someone who chose to be "friends" with you. Now anyone can see what you put out there and it's pretty freaky. Anyway, rambling...
I still like to look at Facebook because you can choose your privacy settings and still see how everyone is doing. So that's what I was doing this morning when I noticed a family friend (background: the girl is the daughter of my aunt's close friend) had changed her relationship status from "single" to "engaged." I was so surprised! So I emailed my dad and asked him if he had heard anything.
Within minutes there were emails from my dad, my aunt and both my cousins.
"I just talked to her mother!" my aunt exclaimed. "All she said is that she had a sore throat!"
The emails came at rapid fire full of speculation and doubt. And maybe because I have a severe case of Wedding Brain, I wanted to think it might actually be true.
So I went right to the source. Because she's in college and I knew she'd be on IM. I signed on and sure enough, there she was.
Her response? (And this is an exact quote) "HAHHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOOO it's not true hahahah that is sooooooooooooooooooo funny though Omg I love you! hahah I am not engaged...I dont even have a boyfriend hahahah."
The writer in me cringed reading this. The punctuation! The capitalization! The....oh, wait. She's not engaged? Time for a little damage control.
Out went another email. This time from me saying oops! Just kidding!
And calmness once again resumed. I better start keeping my mouth shut.
Or my fingers quiet. However you want to look at it.
When I was in college sites like Friendster and Facebook became popular. At first it was really cool. You'd become "friends" with someone you know from college or you used to hang out with in high school. You can read their profiles and see what they're up to, look at their pictures and assess the person they're dating. Fun.
And until Myspace came along, it wasn't too stalker-ish. You could only see a profile of someone who chose to be "friends" with you. Now anyone can see what you put out there and it's pretty freaky. Anyway, rambling...
I still like to look at Facebook because you can choose your privacy settings and still see how everyone is doing. So that's what I was doing this morning when I noticed a family friend (background: the girl is the daughter of my aunt's close friend) had changed her relationship status from "single" to "engaged." I was so surprised! So I emailed my dad and asked him if he had heard anything.
Within minutes there were emails from my dad, my aunt and both my cousins.
"I just talked to her mother!" my aunt exclaimed. "All she said is that she had a sore throat!"
The emails came at rapid fire full of speculation and doubt. And maybe because I have a severe case of Wedding Brain, I wanted to think it might actually be true.
So I went right to the source. Because she's in college and I knew she'd be on IM. I signed on and sure enough, there she was.
Her response? (And this is an exact quote) "HAHHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOOO it's not true hahahah that is sooooooooooooooooooo funny though Omg I love you! hahah I am not engaged...I dont even have a boyfriend hahahah."
The writer in me cringed reading this. The punctuation! The capitalization! The....oh, wait. She's not engaged? Time for a little damage control.
Out went another email. This time from me saying oops! Just kidding!
And calmness once again resumed. I better start keeping my mouth shut.
Or my fingers quiet. However you want to look at it.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
I Believe...
- in the power of black eye liner, great jeans and killer heels.
- in always having a box on instant pudding in the cabinet. Because there's always room for J-E-L-L-O.
- there's something magical in the quiet of a snow storm.
- in sometimes having a good cry.
- that everyone should own a big down comforter.
- (I love) when the song you're listening too ends just as you pull into the driveway.
- that the ocean, sunrises, mountain tops and babies' smiles prove there is a something greater than us.
- that love is the answer.
- in always having a box on instant pudding in the cabinet. Because there's always room for J-E-L-L-O.
- there's something magical in the quiet of a snow storm.
- in sometimes having a good cry.
- that everyone should own a big down comforter.
- (I love) when the song you're listening too ends just as you pull into the driveway.
- that the ocean, sunrises, mountain tops and babies' smiles prove there is a something greater than us.
- that love is the answer.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Realizations
I'm not feeling especially creative today, but instead of not posting at all, here you go:
It has come to my attention that there are some things I'm just never going to be able to do. This list includes:
- balancing my checkbook, thanks to the wonderful world of debit cards
- washing the dishes right after dinner
- putting my bag anywhere but the kitchen counter
- folding a fitted sheet (I just CAN'T DO IT. Michael does it perfectly. How??)
- not watching romantic comedies with sappy endings
- washing my car
- following politics, even though I know I should
There are, however, some things I'm pretty good at. For example:
- walking in heels
- folding towels (that's right, my towels look fabulous)
- memorizing quotes from Friends
- updating my blog (you're welcome)
- recapping exactly what happened on Gilmore Girls
I know. The important things in life.
**UPDATE**
Because my mother thinks I sound vapid, I must clarify. I do follow my banking, just online. I check my bank statement. I know how much money I have and where it's going. Also, I know what's going on in the world. I watch the news, I read the paper. I know about who I vote for and why. I just don't find politics all that interesting. OK?
It has come to my attention that there are some things I'm just never going to be able to do. This list includes:
- balancing my checkbook, thanks to the wonderful world of debit cards
- washing the dishes right after dinner
- putting my bag anywhere but the kitchen counter
- folding a fitted sheet (I just CAN'T DO IT. Michael does it perfectly. How??)
- not watching romantic comedies with sappy endings
- washing my car
- following politics, even though I know I should
There are, however, some things I'm pretty good at. For example:
- walking in heels
- folding towels (that's right, my towels look fabulous)
- memorizing quotes from Friends
- updating my blog (you're welcome)
- recapping exactly what happened on Gilmore Girls
I know. The important things in life.
**UPDATE**
Because my mother thinks I sound vapid, I must clarify. I do follow my banking, just online. I check my bank statement. I know how much money I have and where it's going. Also, I know what's going on in the world. I watch the news, I read the paper. I know about who I vote for and why. I just don't find politics all that interesting. OK?
Monday, October 02, 2006
Shuffle
Put your iPod on shuffle. Write about the what the songs remind you of. (I've done this before, but it's cool to see what comes up.)
Everytime- Britney Spears: First of all, yeah, I know. Britney Spears. But for some reason I like this song. When I used to work at the beach we'd have the radio on 92.3 all day and would count how many times this song would come on during an 8-hour day. A lot. Like 12 times or something like that. Actually, it's a wonder I still like this song
Breathe-Telepopmusik: That car commercial where they're all dancing around robotic-like and that one girl has a cool hat. Mitsubishi? I can't remember. This song is a really good car song on a rainy day
Two Step (Live)- Dave Matthews Band: My favorite version of this song. Probably the first DMB song I ever loved and always will.
We Trying To Stay Alive-Wyclef Jean & Refugees: Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion! They do this stupid dance in the club and it always makes me laugh.
Push-Matchbox 20: My very fist concert ever. It was at the Poughkeepsie Civic Center and I wore a yellow, blue and white striped tank top. There were so many people and I remember at the end of the night I figured that half the sweat on me wasn't mine. Ew. I also caught the guitarist's pick until some big ugly girl grabbed it out of my hand. Abby jumped on her back and started yelling at her, but the pick got lost on the floor.
Perfect Blue Buildings-Counting Crows: When Michael and I first started talking we would send each other music we liked. I had always liked Counting Crows but usually skipped over this song for some reason. I really listened to it the night he sent it to me and loved it. Makes me think of him
Return to Innocence-Enigma: Remember the CD that was always for sale on TV? Pure Moods? They would play this in the background. And P.S. I think Michelle owns this!
*Big surprise: spell check doesn't recognize Poughkeepsie.
Everytime- Britney Spears: First of all, yeah, I know. Britney Spears. But for some reason I like this song. When I used to work at the beach we'd have the radio on 92.3 all day and would count how many times this song would come on during an 8-hour day. A lot. Like 12 times or something like that. Actually, it's a wonder I still like this song
Breathe-Telepopmusik: That car commercial where they're all dancing around robotic-like and that one girl has a cool hat. Mitsubishi? I can't remember. This song is a really good car song on a rainy day
Two Step (Live)- Dave Matthews Band: My favorite version of this song. Probably the first DMB song I ever loved and always will.
We Trying To Stay Alive-Wyclef Jean & Refugees: Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion! They do this stupid dance in the club and it always makes me laugh.
Push-Matchbox 20: My very fist concert ever. It was at the Poughkeepsie Civic Center and I wore a yellow, blue and white striped tank top. There were so many people and I remember at the end of the night I figured that half the sweat on me wasn't mine. Ew. I also caught the guitarist's pick until some big ugly girl grabbed it out of my hand. Abby jumped on her back and started yelling at her, but the pick got lost on the floor.
Perfect Blue Buildings-Counting Crows: When Michael and I first started talking we would send each other music we liked. I had always liked Counting Crows but usually skipped over this song for some reason. I really listened to it the night he sent it to me and loved it. Makes me think of him
Return to Innocence-Enigma: Remember the CD that was always for sale on TV? Pure Moods? They would play this in the background. And P.S. I think Michelle owns this!
*Big surprise: spell check doesn't recognize Poughkeepsie.
Friday, September 22, 2006
A Day In The Life
7:06 a.m.- Baaaarrgghhh I don't want to get up.
7:07 a.m.- Dog is whining. Getting up.
7:58 a.m.- I have nothing to wear. I feel fat.
8:04 a.m.- I still feel fat. I know, I'll pack a healthy lunch. With yogurt! And fruit! And a granola bar!
8:57 a.m.- Pull into parking lot. Score! A spot. Score! I'm early. Walk up to office.
8:59 a.m. - Crap. Left phone in the car. Walk back to car.
9:01 a.m.- Walk back to office.
9:02 a.m.-12:03 p.m. - Work.
12:04 p.m. - I'm hungry. My lunch sucks. I don't want to eat it. I want a chicken sandwich. Yeah...and french fries. Mmmmmm french fries.
12:05 p.m. - Think "You are not getting french fries. You have a healthy lunch. You feel fat. Eat your lunch."
12:06 p.m.- I'm getting french fries.
12:07 p.m.- Boss wants a vanilla milkshake. I do a little shake and sing "Vanilla milllkshake." Could I be any whiter? (Vanilla-er?)
12:09 p.m.- Pull out of parking lot. Anticipate that my spot will be gone when I return.
12:10 p.m.- Pull into traffic. The person in front of me lets four cars pull out in front of her before she moves. Car number five gives me a death-stare for not letting her out. Pppffffft!
12:11 p.m.- Retro lunch hour! "People don't you know, don't you know it's about time....pump it, pump it, pump, pump it up!" I resist doing the Carlton. My windows are down.
12:13 p.m.- Decide to wait in the drive-through lane. Hello, retro lunch hour.
12:16 p.m.- Get to pay window. Paco takes my money.
Paco: "Didn't I see you yesterday?"
Me: "I don't think so."
Paco: "What about the day before?"
Me: "No...."
Paco: "The day before that?"
Me: "Am I all set?????"
Paco: "Awwww damn baby!"
Great. Paco thought I was cute. I guess it's flattering. Even though he was greasy. And didn't speak much English. And works at McDonalds. Ok, maybe not so flattering.
I bet Paco hits on all the ladies.
12:19 p.m. - Mmmm french fries smell gooooood.
12:21 p.m.- My spot is still there! Yay!
12:22 p.m.- No one will stop to let me cross the street. One lady drives by and stares at me as she does. I give her my best "you're such as ass" glare. Really.
12:23 p.m. - FRENCH FRIES!!!!!!!!!
12:36 p.m.- I feel fat.
7:07 a.m.- Dog is whining. Getting up.
7:58 a.m.- I have nothing to wear. I feel fat.
8:04 a.m.- I still feel fat. I know, I'll pack a healthy lunch. With yogurt! And fruit! And a granola bar!
8:57 a.m.- Pull into parking lot. Score! A spot. Score! I'm early. Walk up to office.
8:59 a.m. - Crap. Left phone in the car. Walk back to car.
9:01 a.m.- Walk back to office.
9:02 a.m.-12:03 p.m. - Work.
12:04 p.m. - I'm hungry. My lunch sucks. I don't want to eat it. I want a chicken sandwich. Yeah...and french fries. Mmmmmm french fries.
12:05 p.m. - Think "You are not getting french fries. You have a healthy lunch. You feel fat. Eat your lunch."
12:06 p.m.- I'm getting french fries.
12:07 p.m.- Boss wants a vanilla milkshake. I do a little shake and sing "Vanilla milllkshake." Could I be any whiter? (Vanilla-er?)
12:09 p.m.- Pull out of parking lot. Anticipate that my spot will be gone when I return.
12:10 p.m.- Pull into traffic. The person in front of me lets four cars pull out in front of her before she moves. Car number five gives me a death-stare for not letting her out. Pppffffft!
12:11 p.m.- Retro lunch hour! "People don't you know, don't you know it's about time....pump it, pump it, pump, pump it up!" I resist doing the Carlton. My windows are down.
12:13 p.m.- Decide to wait in the drive-through lane. Hello, retro lunch hour.
12:16 p.m.- Get to pay window. Paco takes my money.
Paco: "Didn't I see you yesterday?"
Me: "I don't think so."
Paco: "What about the day before?"
Me: "No...."
Paco: "The day before that?"
Me: "Am I all set?????"
Paco: "Awwww damn baby!"
Great. Paco thought I was cute. I guess it's flattering. Even though he was greasy. And didn't speak much English. And works at McDonalds. Ok, maybe not so flattering.
I bet Paco hits on all the ladies.
12:19 p.m. - Mmmm french fries smell gooooood.
12:21 p.m.- My spot is still there! Yay!
12:22 p.m.- No one will stop to let me cross the street. One lady drives by and stares at me as she does. I give her my best "you're such as ass" glare. Really.
12:23 p.m. - FRENCH FRIES!!!!!!!!!
12:36 p.m.- I feel fat.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
So Good
A woman in my office brought in fresh stuff from her garden.
Now the whole office smells like fresh basil and tomatoes. Two of my FAVORITE things.
I am in heaven.(And I will probably eat my weight in tomatoes today.)
Now the whole office smells like fresh basil and tomatoes. Two of my FAVORITE things.
I am in heaven.(And I will probably eat my weight in tomatoes today.)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
We've all been there
I thought this was funny so I'm going to share it with you. Comments included.
WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH
1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.
Or our wallets, phones, etc.
2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling "whoo-hoo" is truly the sexiest dance move around.
I believe there is photographic proof of this at my initiation social. *Cringe*
3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe we could do it too.
That girl that looked at you the wrong way in the bathroom? She's a bitch and you could totally take her.
4.In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago.
This is probably the most accurate on the whole list. You know you want to believe the mirror is lying!
5.We start crying and telling everyone we see that we love them soooooo much.
No I love you so much!
6. We get extremely excited and jumy up and down every time a new song plays because "Oh my god! I love this song!"
Happens every time at karaoke night. Every. Time.
7. We've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to us.
Or in mine and Jen's case, we decide if karaoke Gary really lives in his mother's basement.
8. We yell at the bartender, who we believe cheated us by giving us just lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the gin.
Haha Jen, I'm sorry! This is totally you. "There's no Captain in my diet!" I taste it. "Um, Jen...."
9. We think we are in bed, but out pillow feels strangely like the kitchen floor (or the mop?)
Or the bathroom floor. (38 BP) The cold tiles just felt good!
10.We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.
Never happened to me, but hovering over the toilet is tough.
11.We take our shoes off because we believe it's their fault that we're having problems walking straight.
Right. And you take them off in the middle of a dive bar with people walking all around you and wonder at the end of the night why your feet are so dirty and bruised.
WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH
1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.
Or our wallets, phones, etc.
2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling "whoo-hoo" is truly the sexiest dance move around.
I believe there is photographic proof of this at my initiation social. *Cringe*
3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and honestly believe we could do it too.
That girl that looked at you the wrong way in the bathroom? She's a bitch and you could totally take her.
4.In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago.
This is probably the most accurate on the whole list. You know you want to believe the mirror is lying!
5.We start crying and telling everyone we see that we love them soooooo much.
No I love you so much!
6. We get extremely excited and jumy up and down every time a new song plays because "Oh my god! I love this song!"
Happens every time at karaoke night. Every. Time.
7. We've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to us.
Or in mine and Jen's case, we decide if karaoke Gary really lives in his mother's basement.
8. We yell at the bartender, who we believe cheated us by giving us just lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the gin.
Haha Jen, I'm sorry! This is totally you. "There's no Captain in my diet!" I taste it. "Um, Jen...."
9. We think we are in bed, but out pillow feels strangely like the kitchen floor (or the mop?)
Or the bathroom floor. (38 BP) The cold tiles just felt good!
10.We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.
Never happened to me, but hovering over the toilet is tough.
11.We take our shoes off because we believe it's their fault that we're having problems walking straight.
Right. And you take them off in the middle of a dive bar with people walking all around you and wonder at the end of the night why your feet are so dirty and bruised.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
What's in a name?
I've gotten a lot of questions about the name of the blog. Here's my explaination:
The way I see it, every day is made up of a whole bunch of moments and all these moments make up our lives.
So, these little moments are what make up my life.
Enjoy.
The way I see it, every day is made up of a whole bunch of moments and all these moments make up our lives.
So, these little moments are what make up my life.
Enjoy.
Friday, August 11, 2006
10 Things you may (or may not) know about me....but you totally should
1. I'm really weird about smelling things. Shredded cheese in a bag, for example. If it's been in the fridge for a couple days and I want to use it I will have to find Michael and make him smell it. If he's not home, no cheese for me. This used to be quite the issue when I lived with the ladies of 38 BP in college. I think it gets on people's nerves.
2. In relation to #1, I am deeply offended by B.O. I must have a super-sensitive nose because I swear I can smell it from across a room, down the aisle of the grocery store, through the walls of a dressing room....and when I say offended, I mean offended. I just don't understand how someone can't smell their own B.O. (For further reference, I call it Bo, as in Little Bo Peep.
3. I wasn't kidding about the shoe thing. I have a problem. It started innocently enough with a few here or there. It's gotten to the point where almost every shopping trip results in a pair. Not to say they're not fabulous. THEY ARE. I am a firm believer that you can dress up any outfit with the right pair of shoes. When Michael was away in Georgia for a month I bought five pairs. Five. In a month. I'm running out of places to put them.
4. I looooooove my friends. While most of them are spread out now throughout New England (and the Tri-State area.. I love NY forever and ever) I know they are there for me whenever I need them.
5. I am a totally sappy romantic. My mom calls me a mush. I love love. I am so blessed to be loved by so many amazing people. And I love being in love too!
6. I've been in an amazing relationship for over four years. I love you, Michael.
7. I saw Sting last weekend on the beach. For free. You know you're jealous.
8. I think squeezing blackheads is cool. Ditto for when Michael gets a zit on his back. It's like Christmas!
9. My sister and I are complete opposites, but she is the coolest girl in the world. We're seven years apart (she's younger) and used to fight all the time. Now that we're three hours apart I miss her like woah and get so excited every time I see her. She's amazingly talented and unique and no one can make me laugh like she does.
10. I rock at Friends trivia. Val bought me the board game for my birthday one year and no one will play with me because I always win.
2. In relation to #1, I am deeply offended by B.O. I must have a super-sensitive nose because I swear I can smell it from across a room, down the aisle of the grocery store, through the walls of a dressing room....and when I say offended, I mean offended. I just don't understand how someone can't smell their own B.O. (For further reference, I call it Bo, as in Little Bo Peep.
3. I wasn't kidding about the shoe thing. I have a problem. It started innocently enough with a few here or there. It's gotten to the point where almost every shopping trip results in a pair. Not to say they're not fabulous. THEY ARE. I am a firm believer that you can dress up any outfit with the right pair of shoes. When Michael was away in Georgia for a month I bought five pairs. Five. In a month. I'm running out of places to put them.
4. I looooooove my friends. While most of them are spread out now throughout New England (and the Tri-State area.. I love NY forever and ever) I know they are there for me whenever I need them.
5. I am a totally sappy romantic. My mom calls me a mush. I love love. I am so blessed to be loved by so many amazing people. And I love being in love too!
6. I've been in an amazing relationship for over four years. I love you, Michael.
7. I saw Sting last weekend on the beach. For free. You know you're jealous.
8. I think squeezing blackheads is cool. Ditto for when Michael gets a zit on his back. It's like Christmas!
9. My sister and I are complete opposites, but she is the coolest girl in the world. We're seven years apart (she's younger) and used to fight all the time. Now that we're three hours apart I miss her like woah and get so excited every time I see her. She's amazingly talented and unique and no one can make me laugh like she does.
10. I rock at Friends trivia. Val bought me the board game for my birthday one year and no one will play with me because I always win.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Beginning
I'm taking the plunge and starting up a real blog.
"What? A blog? You're so cliche. Everyone has a blog now."
I know, but who doesn't want to read my daily thoughts and rants? You know you do.
I'll post my last one from the dreaded Myspace and then you can all start reading them here.
Faithful friends, please read. And comment!
"What? A blog? You're so cliche. Everyone has a blog now."
I know, but who doesn't want to read my daily thoughts and rants? You know you do.
I'll post my last one from the dreaded Myspace and then you can all start reading them here.
Faithful friends, please read. And comment!
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