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I am so glad I am female.
A Cautionary Tale
[Editor's Note: Today, we have another special guest-blog from a member of my family (see my dad's contribution here). My brother -- best known to you readers for his fake puppy torture -- has offered to share with the world a terribly traumatic event from his own adolescence. Take it, big br...
My question exactly!
How do you have time to train for the marathon? I have a lot of respect for runners because of the discipline it takes and because I could never ever run a marathon.
Insert "Running on Empty" Reference Here
Last year, when I started training for the New York City marathon, I could barely run four miles. I was fit, but in more of an elliptical trainer and Pilates way than a running way. The first time I did ten miles, I thought I was going to collapse and die, but only after vomiting extravagantly...
Compared to some picky eaters I know, your list is not bad at all.
books- I would recommend either of the books by Shannon Olson. I just started "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" because I have never read it before.
movies- I would recommend "About a Boy," any of the B&W Hitchcock movies, and "Kung Fu Hustle" was decent.
Fussy and Feh
I never used to consider myself a fussy eater, but recently I have taken notice of all the things -- perfectly normal things -- that I won't eat. And it's kind of a long list. Strangely, I am more than willing to sit on a curb in Hanoi as motorbikes hurtle by and suck down a bowl of pho, the ...
I have not had to have stitches... yet. I tend to just get bruises, thank goodness. My toes are still all curled up from cringing at your story though. Ow.
The Clumsy Gourmet
I've only been to the emergency room three times in my life. This is quite a feat given my extreme lack of coordination. That I haven't managed to mangle any of my appendages in a ceiling fan or break an ankle racing down the subway stairs is evidence, if not proof, of a benevolent higher powe...
I am laughing because you were afraid of hummingbirds - one of the smallest birds! - but I know I would have been freaking out just as much, if not more. I am so jealous of your trip. It sounds like it was amazing.
Risk Averse
Growing up, Allison and I had the remarkable ability to scare the living daylights out of ourselves. Left home alone after dark, the two of us would have every light in the house ablaze, the TV on, the radio going, and we would sing loudly to each other from whatever songbook happened to be nea...
I can't imagine... your story is so vivid, and yet I still can't really imagine what it must have been like.
Where I Was
On September 11, 2001, I woke up, showered and got dressed for work, groggily pulling on a pair of navy dress pants and a french blue shirt. I had been putting in long hours at the office for weeks -- working past midnight most days, including the weekends -- because I was preparing to go to tr...
I am blinded by the cuteness of the baby and dog!
I tried to watch ...Dance last night, but when I turned it on, someone was singing an annoying song. I went back later and saw Benji perform a 15 second dance. WTF? Maybe I should have started watching before the final show.
SHH! My Show Is On
Well. I can't be expected to write something real when the finale of "So You Think You Can Dance" is on. I will instead post a few cute photos and hope that you will all come back tomorrow, when we will return to our regularly-scheduled programming. So let's all look at a baby. (No, he's no...
Every blog I go to today, I am commenting right after GG. WTF? I am an accidental blog stalker.
But anyway, I loved Allison until she cried when Keith got kicked off. Excuse me, but he deserved to be kicked off. And he was a jerk. Why are you crying???? But she is both hot and cute at the same time- and a good designer. I think Michael is both hilarious and dreamy. And I will stop with the multi-page comment on Project Runway now.
Miss Lame USA
Y'all. I have a problem. A pageant problem. If there is a pageant on, I must watch it. I cannot resist the tractor beam pull of the Vaseline-smeared teeth, the taped-together boobs and the acrylic nail-ness of it all. Tonight? I came home just as Miss Teen USA started. I cannot tear mysel...
I am definitely a streamlined packer. Watching my husband pack drives me crazy. He always ends up taking more bags (and shoes!) than me.
Once I forgot underwear though. And the only two stores within 30 minutes were ShopKo and Wal-Mart. I now own ShopKo underwear.
Danger Zone
My husband and I are leaving in a week for this year's Big Trip. Let me preface this entry by saying that I absolutely love to travel. If I won the lottery, I would basically quit my job and tour around the world until I ran out of underwear. (And, once back home again, I would go back to sch...
I am another one who knows little of the bus culture. Although now that I think about it, I remember seeing the high school buses and being surprised at how empty they were. I think they were avoided at all costs. But maybe they would have been more popular if nice ladies like Mrs. Dukes were the drivers.
Bus Stop
I was recently at a meeting with a bunch of other lawyers, and during a break one of the attorneys mentioned that he had recently informed his daughter, who is fourteen and entering high school in September, that she would have to ride the bus to school this year. The attorney mentioned with ge...
Good story!
Surprisingly, tornadoes or the threat of tornadoes don't bother me. One time in high school the annual tornado drill took place during my gym class. Our designated "shelter" area was the boys' locker room. I was not scared, but I was most definitely not happy. I can still remember the smell.
Storm Front
In fourth grade, our class broke from the usual dose of just plain weird educational movies and watched a film called “Terrible Tuesday.” It was a documentary about the rash of twisters that hit the Red River Valley on April 10, 1979. We were meant to learn about how to stay safe during a seve...
I would expect a man to offer his seat to an older person, someone carrying something heavy, a pregnant woman, or a woman with kids. I wouldn't expect him to offer his seat to a woman his own age, heels or not. But I can't believe that guy jumped in front of you for a seat! Rude!
Where I work, most of the men are very big on letting women get on and off the elevator first. Now I expect it and am annoyed when a guy I work with gets off the elevator before me. I am not sure why though.
Ms. Manners
Call me old-fashioned, but I feel like manners have been flushed down society’s toilet. (Yes, I can be prudish and crude in the same sentence. It’s a gift.) I come from a family in which the men stand when a woman enters the room. They stand. When was the last time that happened to you? No...
7 Miller Lites are better than 7 MGDs.
A bunch of potato chips is better than a bag. (which is what I ate the other day - oops)
And I agree that 3 Oreos = model of restraint.
But who the heck fries green beans? That is just weird.
things not to eat while you are on a diet
No matter how good it might sound, when you are on a diet, do not consume the following things, especially all in the same day: 7 Miller Lites A bunch of potato chips 3 Oreo Cookies Fried Green Beans Salad* Seven beers? Genius! Totally a diet food! Idiot. Also, am very thirsty today. Go fi...
One of the reasons I was so sad after my trip to Texas where my best friend from college got married, was that I was thinking about how I would never have those college experiences or those "firsts" that you describe again. I have two friends that are like your Alison to me, and seeing them is so amazing, but it makes me miss them that much more. Why can't everyone just move to Minnesota?
PS Glad you had such a great trip!
Be Fri/St Ends
What with my birthday and my dad’s excellent story, I haven’t yet gotten to write about my trip to visit Allison. In short, it was everything that I had expected it would be, all hometown gossip and self-deprecating laughter. More importantly, though, I got to see how Allison lives now, how sh...
In one way, it is nice that you keep guessing his surprises because it means he is doing a good job of picking out gifts and trips!
My husband is good at suprising me, except that once he buys me a present, he has to give it to me right away. I would prefer the anticipation of actually waiting until my birthday or Christmas, but my husband would explode if he had to wait to give me my present. It's very cute.
I hope you get the tickets!
Frustration of Purpose
I am virtually impossible to surprise. I have always had an uncanny knack for guessing what’s under the tree at Christmas time and what is stashed away for my birthday. I’m not a gift-hunter; I don’t go skulking about in closets, trying to unearth hidden shopping bags or receipts – in fact, th...
I love it! But the whole time I was reading this, I was wondering what slate pencils are. Excuse me while I go Google.
The Great Slate Pencil Caper
The night before I graduated from college, my family took me out to dinner at one of Ann Arbor's fanciest restaurants -- one that skated on its Parents' Weekend and graduation day revenues the other 362 days a year. It was housed in an old Victorian home, and our table was in a cozy upstairs ro...
The lady with the mirror is pretty cool. Not as cool as the scary guy with the jar of sandwiches, but still pretty cool. (Just had to make sure sandwich jar guy was on your blog somewhere!)
As far as running, I would be one of those people who sound like they are dying. Which is why I don't run. And I agree that hairy guys should not go shirt-less. But I also don't like when women run only in a sports bra. I know it is really hot, but sometimes (really most of the time) I just do not need to see that.
Cat on a Hot Tin Subway Car
In the past week or two, I have come to the realization that I may be capable of physical violence. Maybe it's the heat (MY GOD, the oppressive heat) or perhaps I haven't been eating enough chocolate, but a few relatively minor incidents have brought me nearly to the brink of injuring myself or...
I was on the light rail in Minneapolis behind a (homeless) guy holding the biggest jar I had ever seen. For some reason, I was worried that the jar contained severed fingers. He opened the jar and took something out of it, and I started freaking out. But then I saw what he had taken out of the jar: a sandwich. I am not sure how this relates to your story except that it is about freaking out on public transportation. I will stop rambling now.
Please, No Grooming on the C Train
As you may be aware, since the last spree of subway stabbings, the MTA has seen an attack with a power saw (!) (where do you even FIND a power saw in New York City?) and a face-slashing with a razor on the F train (in the middle of rush hour) (!!). I’m a little curious to know why the upswing (...
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