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
Saturday, November 06, 2004 It's all ahead of you, and you know what to do....My bedroom is on the south side of our house with two windows that cover a pretty fair amount of the wall. So now that the sun is back to the southern sky, it could not have been any sunnier in my room this morning. When I opened the door, it was as though I was announcing my entrance into the kitchen with heraldic celebration. Hey, I'm happy to be awake, and apparently everyone else should be too. And that's with my blinds closed too. I think opening them could cause blindness -- and the name of blinds becomes obvious. Sort of.
Well, I haven't nearly been in as bad of a mood as my straight-to-the-head-shrinker post on Wednesday would seem to have indicated. There were just a few things that collided all at once that bummed me out. And usually, they bother me on a constant basis, but more in a obnoxious-white-noise-buzz-in-the-background way, and I clearly can ignore things like every good member of my family can ("Because tomorrow is another day..."). But they all squeeked over into the sucking-a-little-too-much category. Like discovering that I will have to be at my job and in school until at least winter of '06. And discovering that a friend of mine moved away to a different state without bothering to tell me or say goodbye. Or feeling as though the facets of my personality had been copied in another friend for someone else's satisfaction (do you think I could write that sentence in code to make it any less clear?). So their level of persistent obnoxiousness has calmed back down, and I've actually had a pretty fun week. And since it's been a while, I've been saving up scores of randomness to indulge in.
~ Last weekend, I had the front door open long enough to catch a squirrel resting on top of my pumpkin on the porch. And the friggin' squirrel had a collar on. WTF? Everyone keeps asking me, "Are you sure it wasn't a cat or something?" Hello!!?? I think every child masters the bright colored photos of basic wildlife in, like kindergarten right? I think at 25 I can figure out what kind of member of the animal kingdom has the big bushy tail. So now in addition to the exotic white parrot that laughs at me from the trees, now we have a pet squirrel in my neighborhood too.
~ If I were to rate friends based on their willingness to hand off their canned goods to me, Kelly would be ranked right up there.
~ Kelly would also be ranked right up there in willingness to hang out on a Friday afternoon drinking rum and hot cider and making butterscotch ("Scotchity scotch scotch scotch") oatmeal cookies. After letting one of the batches cool, we went to take them off the cookie tray when I had to comment, "Why is that one cookie smoking?" Well, cookies will in fact smoke if you put the tray on top the still-turned-on burner that you used for the hot cider. So we lost a soldier in the cookie-making process. But still an excellent way to spend an afternoon. I highly recommend it.
~ Are you ready for me to ruin a perfectly good song for you? (note: "perfectly good" certainly up for debate). Ryan Cabrera's song is not in fact a sweet love song about someone who he found and fell for. It's about Jesus. Everytime I listen to it after having learned that, I don't get the "Awww, he must just be the greatest guy to say those kinds of things to a girl," feeling. Instead it's more, "Hey, he loves Jesus." Which isn't a bad thing, but usually just makes me flip past it a little quicker. No Christian rock for me thanks.
~ To keep the fun Friday afternoon rollin' into evening, I headed out to Brighton to be one of the non-teacher crashers on Mexican fiesta game night with Amy and her fellow teachers. And I had been there for no more than a half an hour when I conciously thought, "This is way better than anything else I would be doing tonight." I think I can safely say that everyone had a great time last night. I know I definitely did. And considering that I don't hang out with large groups of teachers on a regular basis, I was initially a little overwhelmed at the noise volume and everyone's ability to project their voice to be heard over a loud group, but it was actually kind of fun after a while. Because you are inherently more animated when you're loud, so imagine 9 really animated individuals, and that was the entire evening. And I learned more about the quality programming of the Lifetime network (complete with Nancy McKeon, Meredith Baxter Birney-all three names, and Jaqueline Smith) than I had ever known. There were some of the most heated, manic moments of Catchphrase and Hoopla ever seen! Where apparently throwing/spiking the catchphrase thing at the person sitting next to you is a good way to throw them off. And apparently the words "jerk" and "hillbilly" are synonyms. And apparently "deep throat" isn't too naughty of a phrase to have in a game that impressionable children might be playing. Good times, good times.
Well, as I mentioned. Gorgeous! Sunny! Brilliant! Brisk! Autumn! All waiting for me just outside the windows! Have a great day!
BTW. If you haven't (which you should), go read Observances of a Stick. She's wicked funny and her post from Friday will certainly make you laugh out loud. It did it for me.
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