I’ve got something on the lighter side this time, folks. Just for a change.

Last night, my brother and I were on the phone and he asked if I remembered someone from high school. I was unsure, so I went in search of my yearbook. Sadly, my yearbooks have been… misplaced. Happily, I came across my journal from 1997-1999, so my journal from when I was ( Read more... )

So, I'm still babysitting my friend's kids, and it turns out her oldest, at five years old, is a total hypochondriac. In the course of the last three days he has:

1. Worried that dirt is a skin disease
2. Feared that a sliver would infect his finger
3. Asked if his nose was bleeding (in his defense, he is susceptible to those)
4. Asked if there was a bump on his ( Read more... )

Remember riding the bus? Remember how it could be traumatic or terrifying, especially when you were really little? So do I. But my school only let the nicest of the drivers pick up the kindergartners.

I remember in kindergarten, all of the kindergartners rode bus 11, Buddy's bus. Buddy was awesome. He always smiled, and he had a big, thick ( Read more... )

My roommate Red (well, former roommate, now that I'm living back at home) has this adventurous dad who does cool adventure-y things (gosh, aren't you in awe of my mad writing skillz?  I know I am).  And before I left lovely southern Oregon, he was determined to make me adventurous.  So they decided to take me down the Umpqua River in a Tahiti Kayak ( Read more... )

Have you seen that show about hoarders?  Me neither.  It always looks a little terrifying, and I refuse to watch it because I fear that I will recognize myself too much in it.  See, I'm a sentimental person, and I keep things as trinkets and memories, even ridiculous things that probably are actually meaningless.  Nothing highlights this fact about ( Read more... )

Since it became evident back in February that I was not going to have a job come fall, I have had to give certain things up in order to save money.  Some are smaller and some are larger, but here is the list of things I've given up.

1. Fancy bodywash.  I have a bag full of bars of soap under my sink that I received as inheritance from my aunt when she ( Read more... )

So here it is, noon on a Tuesday, and I'm sitting on the sofa, in my pajamas, unshowered, eating M&Ms.  I know:  the mental image I'm giving you is one of pure grace and beauty.

Anyhow, so I'm sitting here, thinking how nice it will be to spend all day sitting by the open window, surfing the internet, applying for jobs, and getting high on ( Read more... )

I've heard it said that when you're unemployed, your job is to apply for jobs.  Well, that's what I did today, 8 to 5, with a break for lunch.  And in all that time I only applied for two jobs.

Why? you may ask.  Is she just not bright enough to figure out the applications?

First of all, stop thinking judgmental thoughts about my intelligence.  ( Read more... )

So, since school ended I have:

1. Spent time herding 16-18 year-old girls around at church Girls' Camp, making sure they were doing their jobs.
2. Applied for jobs (and not heard anything back)
3. Gone to Idaho
4. Entertained my obsession with World Cup Football. 

It's item number 4 that I wish to speak to you about tonight.  Throughout all of my travels, I have ( Read more... )

It might be catty and mean, but it amuses me, so...

Actual phone conversation between me and my roommate, known as Red, after the streaks of red in her hair (and the color of her car, and her favorite shoes, and her phone... She likes the color red):

Me: ... so did you see the picture Lulu has on Facebook?

Red:  No-- [pause] Oh my gosh.  The one with ( Read more... )