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maryann & dena dragged me out to hoboken again last night. they called me when they were in the car, so i was dressed something like "tree-hugging mother," as maryann described it. talk about not dressing to blend in ( Read more... )

so i already wrote up a post on life without routledge over at my professional blog. other than that, i went about changing my name on thursday, with trips to the social security association office and the dmv and, on friday, michael & i went into nyc to celebrate my b-day ( Read more... )

maryann's dragging me out to hoboken tonight to party down with the rest of new jersey's finest so, in an attempt to stay awake long enough to actually leave my condo, i'm swigging from a bottle of pinot grigio that's been sitting out on our kitchen counter for god knows how long ( Read more... )

i'm coming up on the end of my last two weeks at routledge, and it's been a little ridiculous ( Read more... )

friday night, that sassy old woman at st. vincent's nursing home tried to escape again. michael and i were visiting my grandfather, and visiting hours were ending, so papa was walking us to the elevator lobby. as we passed the crazy old coot, my grandfather -- ever the gentleman -- patted her on the shoulder and asked her how she was doing that day ( Read more... )

i am a dork and forgot to include the http in the link to my shutterfly album in the previous post. it's all fixed now. in case you were hyperventilating about it or something. peace out.

oh p.s. i'm obsessed with how i met your mother

it's been a week now since i returned from the honeymoon, and things are finally starting to calm down. i attended to the 42 voice mails i received at work. i've been methodically responding to every e-mail in my inbox. i got the frames for the engagement photo, the haband-wrought caricature, and those prints i ordered off of etsy. i've brought a ( Read more... )

i'm covered in a ton of bug bites and various sun burn spots and, last night, when it began to pour, our thatched roof leaked right onto the middle of our bed. oh, how i look forward to coming home soon. a full week is far too long, in my opinion ( Read more... )

we just finished watching a slideshow of the photos from michael's digital camera--images from our honeymoon thus far--and i think i'm going to have to go on this laptop when michael's not around and delete all the photos of my thunder thighs (most of which consist of me in a bikini at tulum beach ( Read more... )