October 2010
12 posts
“If you’re a semi-pretty, white woman who’s ‘nice,’ America acts like it’s unconstitutional for you to have a bad day. (see also: jennifer aniston)” (via theblueprint)
September 2010
6 posts
what's...
63 inches, missing a pair of socks, and leaves behind sandwiches?
I know! I know!!!
August 2010
3 posts
What have I been up to?
I haven’t written anything in forever. I don’t know why. Or at least I say it’s because I’m too busy to and don’t need to.
But I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to. Firstly,
I can proudly call myself one of the few and newest hires at a distribution company near my house. It’s really sweet to be gainfully employed. And have benefits. And a decent...
May 2010
8 posts
I am
stubborn,
impatient,
short-tempered,
a lover of jelly bellies,
rather insensitive,
the middle sister,
easily annoyed,
bitchy,
six feet tall,
a dog-lover,
afraid of ugly bugs.
Uhhhhhh…… I don’t know what else.
I feel bad...
So I sent one of my friends a song about a lady’s cat dying, jokingly telling her that it reminded me of her and her cat. And then the next day her cat died.
I’m sorry. I feel like I killed your cat.
the state of my mind.
It kind of sucks when the only person who doesn’t flinch at the sight of you in your house is your dog.
F it. I’d take the dog anyway.
dinner with the joneses
Last night I feasted with two of the greatest people I know, the Joneses. Although they are 30+ years older than me, it seems that the Joneses and I have formed quite a friendship. He prepared his wife and me a delicious meal. It consisted of: lemon peppered grilled chicken breast, a papaya-melon-red pepper salsa, and a quinoa mix of mushrooms, carrots, and corn. Delicious. Wonderful company....
4 minutes
Until my phone interview…. I can do this. I can do this.
April 2010
11 posts
garlic salt and brown sugar?
Yes, I am asking myself the same thing you are. Did I really just write that? Yes. I did.
So the story goes, I ate dinner with my dearest friend- I’ve known this girl since I was 3 years old- and she just so happens to be an excellent cook. Tonight, she prepared for me (and her boyfriend) garlic chicken encrusted with brown sugar.
DELICIOUS!
Really. This is next on my...
the good thing
the good thing about today is that it is almost over.
what an a-hole of a day.
my shirt
I didn’t even know I could still get pissed about this shit like this anymore.
I’ve been missing a shirt, not really thinking much of it. And then I look on my little sister’s facebook, where she has (rather stupidly) posted pictures of her… WEARING MY SHIRT.
REALLY
Go in her room to get it back and find another shirt of mine in there. What the heck.
diabetes vs. ms
With my first medium distance bike ride behind me this spring, I am beginning to feel what I’m sure every cyclist must feel this time of year. A need to compete, to prove that one is better, faster, and cooler than Lance Armstrong. Obviously, I am all of these (cough cough), and so my dad (cyclist aficionado) and I are looking for a race to do this summer.
I’ve found two races for...
Dress
Although I crack jokes about my whacky family from time to time, I have to point out that my mother is an excellent seamstress. She crafted me a new summer dress this past week, demonstrating skills of which I could only dream.
She’s still a crazy woman, but a truly gifted crazy woman at that.
trudy
Three, maybe four years ago around Christmas time my family adopted a puppy. She is a lhasa apso- wheaton terrier mix. Christened “Katey” by the woman who was fostering her, this puppy has since become another member of the family almost to the point where I could jokingly argue that my mom loves her more than her own children.
Until last night when my mom started calling Katey...
best thing I ever heard
With great MUSTACHE
comes great RESPONSIBILITY
truth as it has never been explained to me before.
selon carla bruni
elle chante,
“On dit que le destin se moque bien de nous Qu’il ne nous donne rien, et qu’il nous promet tout”
et j’en doute?
March 2010
18 posts
Stove 2: Lauren 0
So, I am a master of caramel corn. And I think to myself, how hard can it be to make kettle corn, right? Easy. That’s how hard it won’t be.
WRONG.
Either way, I hope my parents like the smell of burnt popcorn because my house may or may not wreak of it currently.
Easter Lion
As per usual, on my walk with the MUSTACHE, I happened upon yet another giggly event.
I notice that some neighborhood kids had side walk-chalked excellent drawings and, uh, whatnot on the sidewalk (obviously). There was “Marie”, “Ashley”, “Bart”, whatever whatever blah blah blah blah, and the next one says “Easter”…
Accompanying...
“Life as you know it doesn’t even exist anymore.”
– my dad
bénie
moi, je suis bénie
car dans ma vie il existe des personnes que j’aime, et en revanche ils m’aiment aussi
c’est la plus belle chose, non?
03.20.2010
My sister’s wedding was this weekend. She was beautiful- we all had fun, but I’d rather not gush. It was, however, punctuated with a few funny details. I want to share them with you:
-One of the groomsmen started off each morning with the breakfast of champions: Beer.
-We got a flat tire the night of the reception. Of course.
-My aunt hit my sister and her husband’s car with...
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
– Albus Dumbledore. Chamber of Secrets
