So I thought about this anecdote the other day.  I realized that if I ever become famous or important in any way, I want all of the stories I can think of about me as a kid out and available because then there are fewer things with which I can be blindsided.

When we were living in Germany while my dad was stationed there, we took frequent trips to ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Pattinson,

First, let me thank you.  Last night was pleasant, and please, if you would like to be a guest in my dreams, you have an open invitation.  I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.  I would like to take the opportunity to apologize for a number of things and make a request.

First, I hope it wasn't too messy.  I tend to ( Read more... )

So, for those of you who don't know, last week I chopped my hair off.  14 inches.  WHACK!  No worries.  I will be growing it back out.  It was for a good cause.  Reason I bring this up:  I met Alan for dinner and his first remark that involved words was, "You're bald!"  I have mid-neck length hair...much closer to bald than when he dropped me off ( Read more... )

Dear Wells Fargo,

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

Ok, what's the deal?  I give you money and all I ask is that you hold it and let me know if something weird happens.  You don't even have to pay me interest or anything complex like that.  I call you before I leave the state so that when you see a charge from Oklahoma you don't freak.  Wouldn't it stand to ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm serious and no, not a dimwit, as you brits use the term.  I want to be Jim Henson Muppet.  Kind of a weird career goal, I guess, but it's got a story.  So every girl remembers her first love.   That all-encompassing, inflamed by immaturity, love that either disillusioned you, broke your heart, or remains unrequitted.  I fall into the last ( Read more... )

Fair warning: This entry is likely to be somewhat depressing, so read at your own discretion. Also, I am not a psychiatrist or a psychologist. I didn't even take PSYCH 101 in college. These are my own experiences and the summary is what I learned from them.

( August 1997 )

Dear Dust ( Read more... )

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I have never truly considered myself a fashionista by any stretch of the imagination. My sister and my mother will agree. Middle school and high school were made more strenuous by the continuous battle between me and my mother over what I wore. Her idea of style and fashion for me, while young and timely and in-line with what the 'in' crowd was ( Read more... )

No this isn't an ego thing. I titled this entry "Denise-isms" as a tongue-in-cheek reference to the extensive number of -isms in existence. Doesn't seem to take much to qualify as an -ism, so I have created a list (living document type thing) that includes principles that have resurfaced so many times in my life that I want to share. I doubt I'm ( Read more... )