June 20, 2007 at 12:00 pm (oh so meta)
I got tagged! Kelli set me up for a meme the other day, and that’s perfect because I’m away at a conference in Syracuse all day Wednesday, and I won’t be able to blog at work. (Or comment, sadly.)
In one word or less:
1. Where is your cell phone? home (damnit)
2. Relationship? distanced
3. Your hair? damp
4. Work? officey
5. Your sister? Alyson
6. Your favorite thing? unchooseable
7. Your dream last night? forgotten
8. Your favorite drink? Cranapple
9. Your dream car? Mini
10. The room you’re in? buggy
11. Your shoes? sandals
12. Your fears? republicans
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? 39
14. Who did you hang out with this weekend? work
15. What are you not good at? nothing
16. Muffin? please!
17. Wish list item? blender
18. Where you grew up? Jersey!
19. The last thing you did? type (Jersey!)
20. What are you wearing? skin
21. What are you not wearing? jewelry
22. Your pet? insane
23. Your computer? Mac
24. Your life? scheduled
25. Your mood? content
26. Missing? a/c
27. What are you thinking about? fans
28. Your car? Saturn
29. Your kitchen? dirty
30. Your summer? expectant
31. Your favorite color? green
32. Last time you laughed? today
33. Last time you cried? May
34. School? out!
35. Love? great!
And because a picture is worth, like, a dozen words, I want to share this:
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June 19, 2007 at 12:58 am (Birmingham, Kickball)
Some awesome kickball friends showed up at my get-together on Saturday night (You know, the one with so much extra alcohol we thought Jesus has showed up.) Birmingham was planning on coming as soon as he finished tiling his mother’s bathroom floor. (While she was at church, repenting for getting me drunk.) Around 6:00 he called me to say, “How mad would you be, exactly, if I didn’t make it to your party?” (He decided it was easier to deal with the wrath of me than the wrath of his mother.) Even after I reminded him that I had been told, “I’ll do anything you want if you just _____…” and then I had done _____ not 24 hours hence, he still decided to blow off my party. We even had a birthday hat waiting for him. So sad. I’m starting to worry that my real life friends are going to think that Birmingham is a character I made up for blogging purposes if he doesn’t start showing up every now and then.
Anyway, the party was a success without him, and we ate all his cupcakes. At some point in the night when we were all sitting around outside, I went in to replenish the pretzels. When I returned, my kickball friends, many who are horseback riding enthusiasts, were talking about women who are a little TOO enthusiastic about horses. If you know what I mean. One of my friends was saying, “I don’t even understand how someone could physically do _____ with a horse.”
Another responded, “Why would you want to?”
And I told them, “Women like to make love to horses because a horse won’t skip out on your party to tile his mother’s bathroom.”
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June 18, 2007 at 12:00 pm (Birmingham, Bringing home the bacon, Hooray for Hollywood)
Birmingham and I saw a white knuckle suspense horror movie over the weekend. He spent the two hours alternately grabbing the side of the theater seat and covering his eyes with his hands, muttering “this is not happening… this is not happening…” Meanwhile, I laughed at him while secretly feeling scared to my core. The movie? Knocked Up
I’m taking a “sabbatical” from my second job. So, for the rest of the summer, I’ll have Saturdays off! It’s like my school days all over again, except for the part where I work Monday – Friday from 8-5.
We were hanging out at Birmingham’s mom’s place on Saturday night, and I’m pretty sure that she tried to get me drunk. After tasting some really nasty liquor that Birmingham’s friend got in Hungary, I wanted to chase it with water, but she offered me Irish Mist. Except that it turns out she had the wrong bottle, and gave me Grand Marnier instead. When she realized the mistake, she tried to get me a third shot, with the drink she intended. Later that night, I fell asleep on their couch and wound up spending the night. Mission accomplished, Mrs. Birmingham!
I brought all my recyclables to the grocery store on Sunday for my deposits. I drink a shocking amount of MGD and Diet Coke in mini cans.
When you have a get-together with friends and tell them BYOB, many people don’t, because they assume you’re kidding, or trust that they can mooch of of the sixer that someone else brought. But, when you have a party and say, “BYOB unless you want to drink MGD from a can,” people get the message, and boy, do they BYOB! It’s too bad that I’m leaving on vacation on Thursday, because I’ve got enough B in my fridge right now to party for the rest of the month.
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