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
Wednesday, December 22, 2004 I used to worry about the future, but then I threw my caution to the wind....Recommended song for driving home on your last day of work for the year? "Canned Heat" by Jamiroquai. It'll do the trick, I promise. When walking to my car in the parking structure yesterday, I was tempted to envision my life as a musical, and it was clearly the moment that I would have been pulling out the big tap dance number with plenty of open-mouthed smiles, and jazz hands galore. Or at the very least, some clicked heels or skipping. But instead, I saved all that rocking out for the comfort of my car.
I was looking forward to last night for about 2 full weeks. It was our girls night out with my mom and my sisters, which we try to do on a semi-regular basis. But now that my mom is home for the next week, we all set aside any other things we had planned for all of us to go out to dinner together. Suzy and Amy came over early where we watched Oprah (here's me crying), and had some munchies. And appropriately when Laura and my mom showed up, the three of us hid in the bathroom to surprise them. We were the biggest little kids ever, as we were all giggling and trying not to laugh as they were coming up the stairs. We were debating what to yell when we popped out, and instead of my suggestion of, "Hey bitches!" we went with the standard "Welcome home!" But don't worry, the "hey bitches" was used later when Amy and I were pulling the car around. Right before we pulled the, doors-locked, them-trying-to-open-the-door, me-moving-the-car-a-couple-inches-forward move. (I share this paragraph with you to get a general idea of how goofy and immature we can sometimes be. But I assure you that we all laughed a hell of a lot more than any given Tuesday would normally call for).
Well, considering that I haven't started any of my Christmas shopping yet, it seems that I have a very daunting day ahead of me. I'm envisoning the shelves of Toys-R-Us barren, with the salespeople smirking at me, oozing with sarcasm, saying, "You thought you were going to buy that 3 days before Christmas??!!" Hopefully I won't have to resort to buying them socks. Wish me luck. XOXOXO
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