Sunday, January 31, 2010

My apology in advance that you have to read this

Upon checking my email tonight I was alerted that I had a message on Facebook with the same subject line as the title of this blog. Intriguing, right? I don't think you'll be disappointed. Here is the message I received from a guy named Eric:

"Hey you probably have no idea who I am, but I came to your house with Thayne Holyoak for his going away dinner.

Thayne was supposed to help me hang out with you at some point, but our master plan failed miserably :), so he just gave me your name and told me to look you up on facebook instead (actually he wanted me to just show up at your house, but I didn't dare do that).

I know this is like the lowest form of socializing but if you do remember me and want to hang out / go out sometime let me know. If this surpasses your threshold for wierdness then you can just ignore this message, and I hope you have a great day slash life.

E "

I know my family especially will enjoy seeing this as they love to be involved in/make fun of my dating life. Welcome to 2010 and getting asked out on Facebook. Did I respond to him? Yes, happily. I gave him my number because a. I really do know who he is and talked to him for a while b. He tried other options first c. He acknowledged how ridiculous this whole thing was d. He is straightforward (THANK YOU, finally a man) And most importantly e. That last paragraph makes me laugh every time I read it.

I feel kind of bad putting this email up here, but seriously I think only my family and close friends read this. He's has my number...I'll keep you posted :)

Saturday, January 30, 2010

My body let loose

Upon moving into my apartment this year it was often stated that somehow, sometime, someone would die because of our metal circular staircase. I never thought it would be me.

Last Sunday night I was running downstairs so as not to miss more than was necessary of Emma. However, about five steps from the bottom my right foot slipped and I tumbled down the rest of the way. It must have sounded horrible because Liz and Rachel quickly ran down to find my mangled body at the bottom. I was a mess of tears and laughter. My right foot was on fire from scraping down the metal stairs with all of my body weight.

I'm glad I could fulfill the prophecy.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Who am I?

So lately I've had this obsession with how people perceive me. Not like "oh I'm worried what people think about me" but I'm just interested in what I am to them. Most of the time I decide that people probably think I'm weird. Well this brings me to my next point. I think YOU are weird if:

1. You don't like chips
2. You don't like the beach
3. You don't wear underwear
4. You don't long to travel
5. You don't like peanut butter
6. You don't like scary movies
7. You don't like cheese

I'll probably think of more, but honestly I was very picky with this list. I could add a lot of other things that are weird to me, but I believe with all of my heart that these 7 things should be loved/worn by all. Think about it.

Friday, January 8, 2010

You think you're hot stuff cause you went to a dance

I have always loved the movie Teen Witch. In high school this love grew as Moyes and I would stumble upon it on the Hallmark, or some equally awesome channel. Easily the best part of the movie was the little brother. His scenes always keep you utterly confused/baffled, but always wanting more. Moyes quickly learned his parts and mastered his voice. We would often beg her to perform, and it just never got old. Last year I decided it was time to purchase Teen Witch. Too many people were not educated on it and it had been too long since I'd watched it on the big screen at the Moyes. Last night SAC was introduced to this gem. Afterward I tried to explain what the little brother is to me-his voice, appearance, and mannerisms are difficult to put into words. As a young child I read books with what can only be called a "critter" as the main character. Said "critter" looks exactly like the little brother in Teen Witch. After FINALLY discovering that someone else knew what I was talking about, thank you Liz, I began a google search. My jumble of words produced nothing to Google, so I sent my mom an email. Thank you Mom, for hooking me up. Mercer Mayer is the author of these "critter" books. One more piece of my life is complete, and one more ridiculous thought in my brain has been shared with the public.

The resemblance is uncanny.

Saturday, January 2, 2010


Some may say that I am a funny person. I've been known to reduce some people to tears, silent laughter, and even some quick trips to the bathroom(Lindsay Moyes). Most of the time I don't think it's THAT funny, but two weeks ago I said something that reduced Liz to all three of the above. And this time I have been laughing about it ever since so I just need to write it down for posterity.

Set the scene: Liz, Marci, and I are pulling up to Marci's house and discussing how they have four cars at their house of two drivers. Marci explains that they were going to sell two of them but decided to wait until after the holidays. Marci's siblings were coming home and it would be nice for them to have the extra cars. Liz remarks that this is very accommodating of Marci's parents, and I quote, "almost too accommodating". Without hesitation I responded with the following: "Says the girl who slept in the laundry room for a summer."

After composing herself enough to move she ran to the bathroom.

Man I'm good.