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
Thursday, May 18, 2006 Well I've seen a thousand things in one place, but stopped my counting when I saw your face....First things first:
WTF IS WRONG WITH THE PISTONS???!!!
I was watching the game on Monday with my mom and was swearing like a trucker. She was on the phone with my sister Amy and had to tell me to relax with the cursing. So as soon as I get on the phone with Amy to chat, the first thing she says is, "What the fuck is going on with the Pistons??!!" Ahhh, that's my sister for ya. Blood of my blood. I'm gonna be pretty pissed if two of the teams with the best records in their respective sports get axed so early in the playoffs. I love love love Pistons playoff time!!! Do Not Want It To End Yet!!
Well then. Back to the normal. I touched down back into the lovely state of Michigan last night. I was on the airplane during, not only American Idol, and not only the Piston's game (although the pilots were giving game score updates throughout the flight. Concerning? A little bit? They're watching hoops up in the cockpit?? Perhaps they should be, ooohhh, I don't know....FLYING THE MULTI-TON AIRPLANE THAT'S CAREENING THROUGH THE AIR HIGH HIGH UP ABOVE THE GROUND?), but the finale of the Amazing Race. I originally thought I could hold out until I watched a recorded copy, but as soon as my mom called to make sure I landed ok, I forced her to tell me who won. Hell yeah for the hippies. Who doesn't love a dirty hippy now and then?? Especially when they're damn hilarious.
The boy picked me up at the airport last night and I don't know if there are happier moments than seeing someone that you miss that much. Because then you don't give a damn if you're making out in the active loading area of the baggage claim.
Well, I have a busy (?) day back at work, that I was ready to get started bright and early. But when you're co-workers don't roll in until 10:30am or so, it kind of slows down the morning a bit. Hence the blog. BUT, we're going to see Jason Mraz tonight with some free tix and a slight possiblity of meeting Mr. A-Z himself. So it's going to be an awesome night and I'm pumped to see him perform his new songs. I have all my fingers and toes crossed for "Song For a Friend". I'm sure Suzy does too. I'll give the concert recap tomorrow. Promise.
