Most of my neighbors are kind of lame (with the exception of the kinda sorta lil bit famous one). They don't say hello too much, they have kids with absolutely massive strollers that take up the sidewalk, they act like they have never seen you before... wait, I'm really just talking about one set of neighbors. You know who you are, blue house on the corner!!
Anyway, there is a great kid named Michael who lives next door. The other day I saw him and he said 'I jump on my trampoline every day and NO ONE CAN STOP ME!'.
It pleased me.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Mad Menning Myself Again
Sometimes, to spice up life in the steno pool, I pretend I am Joan Holloway. Am I alone in this?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Fun quotes from my Mama
Moms are the best, aren't they? My mama in particular is fantastic. One of the things I love most about spending time with her or talking to her on the phone is how much we laugh together (and this is true of my dad and my sister as well - we are all just a real pack of cards). This is largely because of the marvelous things that come out of her mouth. Some choice quotes:
Regarding me sitting in a chair with my legs hiked up... while wearing a skirt: "I can see your name and address!"
Regarding hoping for some changes to happen in the next year: "Well, God willing and the creek don't rise."
Regarding a ringing telephone in her house: "Oh, what fresh hell is this?"
Sure do love that lady. People always say how much we look alike - particularly how much I look like her in photos from when she was my age - and Mama always jokes that I should kick people who say such mean things. But she's just being silly, because I can't think of a much better compliment than for someone to say I am like her.
Regarding me sitting in a chair with my legs hiked up... while wearing a skirt: "I can see your name and address!"
Regarding hoping for some changes to happen in the next year: "Well, God willing and the creek don't rise."
Regarding a ringing telephone in her house: "Oh, what fresh hell is this?"
Sure do love that lady. People always say how much we look alike - particularly how much I look like her in photos from when she was my age - and Mama always jokes that I should kick people who say such mean things. But she's just being silly, because I can't think of a much better compliment than for someone to say I am like her.
Agreeing to Disagree
A few weeks ago, I learned something about my best pal that was shocking to me: Sydney does not like Wipeout. I didn't know what to make of this news. How can anyone not love an utterly mindless show all about people falling down in hilarious ways?!
"I hate to break it to you," she said, "but Wipeout gives me a sad. I mean, once that woman was hit in the face with her own breasts, basic human dignity jumped the shark."
High quality video of the event in question:
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. You have a point, Syd, but my love for Wipeout will not be diminished - after all, the contestants have kind of signed up to have their dignity erased. Perhaps that's what appeals to me so much about Wipeout - I spend so much time worrying about doing something stupid or clumsy or awkward that will make me look like a fool, but these people are meeting that fear head on! Or maybe I just like seeing people fall down. I dunno.
Regardless, this is also a valuable lesson that good pals don't have to agree on everything. We had this photo snapped directly after our Wipeout disucssion:
See? Still the best of friends!
"I hate to break it to you," she said, "but Wipeout gives me a sad. I mean, once that woman was hit in the face with her own breasts, basic human dignity jumped the shark."
High quality video of the event in question:
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. You have a point, Syd, but my love for Wipeout will not be diminished - after all, the contestants have kind of signed up to have their dignity erased. Perhaps that's what appeals to me so much about Wipeout - I spend so much time worrying about doing something stupid or clumsy or awkward that will make me look like a fool, but these people are meeting that fear head on! Or maybe I just like seeing people fall down. I dunno.
Regardless, this is also a valuable lesson that good pals don't have to agree on everything. We had this photo snapped directly after our Wipeout disucssion:
See? Still the best of friends!
Questions of the day
Here are some things I have pondered today:
1)Why do people insist on riding their bikes on the sidewalk? I suppose I could understand it in some cases, but this morning two dudes on bikes passed me on the sidewalk on Q Street... which has a freaking bike lane! The taxpayers of DC paid for your bikin' ass to cruise in safety in your very own lane, sir. USE IT. I mean, it's not called the sideride, is it? Drives me apeshit.
2) Remember AIM? Do people still use AIM?
I deeply pondered a third thing today, but I forgot it.
1)Why do people insist on riding their bikes on the sidewalk? I suppose I could understand it in some cases, but this morning two dudes on bikes passed me on the sidewalk on Q Street... which has a freaking bike lane! The taxpayers of DC paid for your bikin' ass to cruise in safety in your very own lane, sir. USE IT. I mean, it's not called the sideride, is it? Drives me apeshit.
2) Remember AIM? Do people still use AIM?
I deeply pondered a third thing today, but I forgot it.
Real life Bieber encounter!
From the front lines of Bieberdom, y'all - an up close and personal encounter by someone who knows someone that I know!!! Coworker Cassafracture sent me the following email last week:
My mom’s good friend Connie was at LAX last week, and walked right beside Justin Bieber! She said they both ended up at the cinnabon and her granddaughter lovessssssssssss him, so she asked him if she could take a picture and he said NO! Then his body guard asked her to move away, but she was waiting in line to order! WHAT a jerk!
Hmm. Well that's not very nice. You know, the Biebs has really been acting up lately. Check out this photo from a recent concert:
Oh dayyyyyum, lil man, that ain't okay! First dissing some sweet old granny, then grabbing your crotch in public? Shape up Beibs! Also, you might want to lay off the Cinnabons if you want to retain your girlish figure. Just sayin'.
My mom’s good friend Connie was at LAX last week, and walked right beside Justin Bieber! She said they both ended up at the cinnabon and her granddaughter lovessssssssssss him, so she asked him if she could take a picture and he said NO! Then his body guard asked her to move away, but she was waiting in line to order! WHAT a jerk!
Hmm. Well that's not very nice. You know, the Biebs has really been acting up lately. Check out this photo from a recent concert:
Oh dayyyyyum, lil man, that ain't okay! First dissing some sweet old granny, then grabbing your crotch in public? Shape up Beibs! Also, you might want to lay off the Cinnabons if you want to retain your girlish figure. Just sayin'.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Blush and bashful!
Sydney and I had a big outing on Saturday - we went shopping for bridesmaids dresses for the first time. Since I got engaged and started planning this wedding, people have been asking me what my 'colors' are. Apparently, in addition to needing a 'theme' (pretty sure the theme is marriage, people), a wedding must also have 'colors.' This always makes me think of Steel Magnolias when the girl who croaks says her colors are blush and bashful, and I can't really take the idea too seriously. Sydney was on the same page - the two dresses we liked best were a dark purple number and a grey job whose color name was 'gunmetal.' Sydney very helpfully pointed out that if I went with grey and purple, my 'colors' could be... GUNMETAL and BRUISE. That takes care of the 'theme' too - PUNK RAWK WEDDING!!!
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