January 2011
45 posts
“A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via minimanicemoon)
Love me some Kerouac.
catfish.
I may be late to the party on this one, but I watched the documentary “Catfish” this weekend, and if you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend.
Without giving too much away, the premise revolves around 3 young filmmakers, Ariel Shulman, Nev Shulman, and Henry Joost, documenting the relationship formed via facebook between Nev and a family from Michigan. The central theme...
here i go.
Applied to 4 finance jobs and 4 random “just-get-me-out-of-the-house-and-out-of-my-current-job” jobs this morning before 7:00 AM. When I go, I go big.
Now, resisting the urge to check my phone and refresh my email every 5 seconds.
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gym vs. mall.
Momentary rant.
If you are between the ages of 14-18 (any age really, but tonight I have a target), let it be known that the gym’s primary use is not for social purposes. Plopping your mats in circle formation and texting takes up space and in no way betters your health and wellness, nor the health and wellness of anyone around you. The occasional leg lift is not fooling anyone.
And yes,...
damn animals.
One of my worst housekeeping habits is my inability to fully shut dresser drawers. I don’t pay attention, so my attempts are admittedly half-assed.
Apparently the neatness fairies are conspiring with the animals, as over the past several weeks I’ve noticed random undergarmets and socks strewn about the apartment. The cat pulls things out of drawers, and the dog serves as the...
late-night random.
Out of boredom late last night, Bren and I decided to check out some online crossword puzzles. I love crossword puzzles and have fond memories of “helping” my grandpa complete them as a child.
I dominated the process mainly because I had the laptop and would simultaneously fill in the answer as I was reading the clue. Oops. Group play fail.
Bren did have his moments of...
get it together tumblr.
WTF tumblr? Where’s the reply capability?
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone...”
– Lester Bangs, Almost Famous (via probationaryperiod
One of my faves. Great movie.
text of the morning.
Me: Neighbor kid came by to borrow a screwdriver and I dropped the entire tool box on my head. Dog peed on carpet out of fear.
B: [silence]
I feel like it’s a pretty standard Monday.
baby what?
Bren talks to his friends back home on this voice-over IP chat thingie through his computer. I dunno what the technical term is, so “thingie” will suffice.
Normally he has on headphones, but he happened to leave the speaker volume up the other day and I hear, “You guys should have a baby. When are you guys gonna have a kid?”
Excuse me? I’m pretty sure the last...
long post. jobs. life.
So this post starts off a bit lame. Bear with me.
By this point, we’ve all heard the adage, “If you do something you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.” Blah-di-blah.
You see, when I was 18 and choosing a college major, I saw my future job as mentally challenging (go me!), with high earning potential (ummm…). Call me selfish, or blame it on being 18 and...
saturday matinee.
GOING TO SEE THE KING’S SPEECH! GOING TO SEE THE KING’S SPEECH!
Brendan and I are huge movie people, and this year we’ve seen every Oscar contender except for The King’s Speech and The Fighter. Pretty pumped to knock out one of the last remaining two on the list.
music makes me happy.
Unexpected tumblr bonus = y’all (yesssssss) listen to some good music!
mom fail.
I may or may not have accidentally dropped an entire gatorade on the puppy.
10 minutes of coaxing later, she comes out from under the couch only to steal my bribery treat and retreat back under the couch.
I’m a terrible mother.
hey y'all!
I admittedly say “dude” a lot. Now I’ve found myself adding “y’all”.
The former is ingrained in my speech, sorry. Definitely can’t pull off the latter.
Shit.
grocery love.
I have a serious love affair with the grocery shopping process. And yes, it is a process. A glorious process. We hit up the local Harris Teeter once a weekend and by Thursday, the anticipation of the weekend trip has built up to a level of legitimate excitement.
First, there is the list. I make a concerted effort to plan on purchasing as many fresh, organic items as possible (without breaking...
thanks guys!
Well hello there tumblr community, or should I say Ms. Stephanie Burke followers (thanks, Nerf, love you!). Thank you all SO SO SO much for the support, I feel super inspired to keep up the blogging!
vocab fail.
I like to think I have a well-developed vocabulary.
But this morning I had to google a word from one of my newb coworker’s emails.
penultimate
It means ‘next to the last’. In case you were wondering.
Must do something to make myself feel smart. Stat.
home office.
I get the impression that most people would be thrilled if they had the option to work from the comfort of their home on a daily basis. Commuting? Office politics? Gross.
So did I until I did it. Eight months into my work from home adventure, and I long for the motivation to blow-dry my hair, slap on some make-up, and wear something other than a t-shirt. Oh, and talk to people....
So I’m new at this blog thing and I get ::really:: excited when someone follows/messages me.
It usually goes something like this:
Me: “Squeeealllll! [insertcleverblognamehere] is following me!!!!”
Husband: “Good for you, baby” [turns head back to video game].
I think he’s just glad I have a positive distraction. I work from home and converse with the...
popcorn.
TODAY IS NATIONAL POPCORN DAY!!
That’s worth double exclamation points.
Popcorn is my fourth meal. Also, it is impossible to view a movie without popcorn. Even after a full meal. It’s part of the experience, people.
breathing.
This morning, on one of my seemingly endless trips outside with Scout, I noticed a man standing on his first floor patio. He looked Nepalese, or at least what I imagine a Nepalese man would look like. Perhaps I’ve seen one too many Everest adventure movies. Neither here nor there. He had a strangely agile form that contradicted his older, wrinkled face. Regardless, he seemed friendly,...
marketing fail.
Bren’s deodorant has a sticker that reads, “Smells like Ice, Wind, & Freedom”.
Mine says, “Shower Fresh”.
I’m feeling inadequate.
sup tumblr.
I was introduced to the world of blogging through one of my dearest, loveliest friends, Stephanie http://stephanieburke.tumblr.com (Neff, from here on out).
Enjoy my creative outlet.
P.S. I’m terribly afraid that I will be awful at this.