Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Sunday, August 15, 2004 It feels like home to me....I was reminded last night about how much I love weddings, even when I don't know the couple getting married. For some reason, it's so touching to me to see those baby photos of the bride and groom. And see the photos of them sharing their years together. And to see them share their first dances together to songs that they actually know all the words to (two thumbs up for Chantal Kreviazuk's "Feels Like Home"). It just makes you kind of think that, in spite of how different we all are, there's something inherently, exactly the same about people in love. Just my sappy, sentimental thought for the day.
So yeah, we had a good time at the wedding last night. Lots of dancing, lots of laughing, and lots of laughing at dancing. I forgot how much I love people who are funny dancers. And pulling out the sprinkler or shopping cart will never fail to put me in stitches.
And I know that there were multiple times last night that the phrase, "That's goin' in the blog," came out, but I swear I need to write a list and staple it to my forehead in order to remember them. Was one of them the fact that I was introduced to EVERYONE last night as Sloan? Was one of them that we saw one of the most beautiful sunsets ever last night? Was one of them that one of the groomsmen crawled over the bar after they shut it down to make a drink? Was one of them the dude getting kicked out of the bar last night saying, "I'm the hottest guy here and you're going to kick me out?" (note: he was most definitely NOT the hottest guy there)? I guess maybe it was all of them. But most likely none of them, and I'm forgetting all the other good stuff.
Well, a quiet Sunday around here. We were supposed to go for a multiple-miled walk today, but I think my feet are boycotting. I swear, after running yesterday, I thought that I was not going to be able to walk for the rest of the day. If you would have seen me even trying to get up the stairs of our porch, you would have understood. Or laughed. Maybe both. But I've found that walking very very slowly, while applying pressure to the inside of my feet does wonders for stretching out whatever the hell is wrong with them. That and a good soak in the pink floor-cleaning bucket. I can say with certainty now, that I've used the bucket more for soaking my feet than for actually cleaning the floor. Nice.
Here's to hoping you had a lovely weekend. Later.
3:20 PM
