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, December 05, 2004 We'll both forget the breeze, most of the time....The best drive home from Rochester ever? The cutie in the Jetta next to me with a giant reindeer suit head on his passenger seat? The white fluffy snow on the tractor trailer in front of me flying all over Rochester Road? The hay from the manger float in front of him littering the side of the street? How can you not at least chuckle at that?
If you didn't guess, they had the Christmas parade in downtown Rochester today, and today I learned that the temperature can drop 20 degrees just by the sun disappearing behind the clouds. At the beginning, I was rethinking my choice of gloves, scarf, and double-layered clothes, considering that I was actually too toasty to wear it all. By the end, I was rethinking my choice of gloves, scarf, and double-layered clothes, thinking that I should have opted for wool socks, the poofy down jacket, and any other amount of clothing that would have stopped the convulsive shivers that were racking my body. My nephew was on a float for his cub scout pack, (of course he was one of the very last of the over two hour long parade), and he was so damn cute, I would have stood out in the cold for two hours longer to see him smile and wave as damn cute as he did.
Yesterday kicked off the winter to do list with my sisters. The four of us spent the afternoon together having lunch and then partaking in arts and crafts time. You can stop laughing now because, yes, it was on our to do list. Amy and I diligently worked on our scrapbooks (which is coming along delightfully I must say), and Suzy and Laura impressively continued with the future conquoring of the stained glass art circuit. Some seriously impressive stuff. The afternoon was made complete by the warm fuzzies of blue hot chocolate, and the soft hum of Christmas songs in the background. Which was usually drowned out by us making our own creative alterations to the songs or laughing at ourselves for our creative alterations to the songs. A perfect afternoon, I must say.
Last night I was reminded that in spite of missing friends that have been there for me in the past, I've been very fortunate to have come across some great girls that cheer me up on a regular basis. I like seeing people wipe away tears because they're laughing so hard. Kelly, Shelly and I had a girl's night (sans naked pillowfight. Sorry to disappoint) where, even though we had When Harry Met Sally on, we didn't make it through half, because we kept stopping to look at pictures, refill drinks, make fun of Britney's skanky ass in People, and talk. I had a great great time ladies, and thanks again Kel. You are the best reassurance a girl could ask for.
Friday night was my swanky work holiday party at The Rattlesnake Club. And I have to say that it was certainly a test of confidence and self-assurance. Because I was flying solo and the three people that I know very well were the very last three people in the door (all over an hour late), I had to sit at the table by myself with four other people I didn't know and think, "I'm ok with this. I can sit here and be perfectly comfortable and content with my own company." Once they were there and the drinks started flowing, our table was definitely the most fun. It may have had something to do with the fact that 3 of the women at my table were drinking mulitple Hypnotic and Henneseys on the rocks. No, I was not one of these women, thank you. I stuck to my red wine. I had a really good time, in a formal, square, swanky-pants, hangin-with-people-I-don't-know kinda way.
Well, if this weekend was any indication of the rest of my December, then I'm going to be moving at breakneck speed for 101 different activities and get-togethers. I'll do be best to keep up and not end up a piece of discarded float, snow-fluff on the side of the road.
