This is a story about an apple that fell from a tree. Not far, might I add.
Tomorrow Mom and Bob are coming to Athens for the annual Parents' Weekend, where my fellow sorostitutes and I will go to a dinner we couldn't otherwise afford and then burn off the calories by laughing at our parents' dance moves.
When discussing with Bob what he should wear to said event, I explained, "Maybe a suit if you want but slacks and a jacket would be fine too."
At which point he responded, "I could wear my tux. If you want to see what 10 pounds of shit looks like in a 5 pound bag, I could wear that for you."
Do we all see now where I get it from?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Cruisin'
I apologize for not writing in a while, I've been extremely busy doing this:
In places like this:
With these wonderful people:
My life is so tough.
Some photo cred to Locher.
In places like this:
With these wonderful people:
My life is so tough.
Some photo cred to Locher.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Home Alone
I came home to Alpharetta this weekend. And it is very evident that I'm home. So I decided to make a list of things that describe my visits home from college:
- My parents seem to like me a lot more than they ever did when I was in grade school.
- We do whatever I want, and Bob even lets me pick the movie rentals.
- We get to eat my fave foods.
- I get to experience the frequent symphony of Bob and dogs snoring together.
- My mom breaks out the Easter candy early for me.
- My parents refuse to let me sleep until I wake up on my own, insisting that I've been sleeping "foreveerrrrrr" and then list everything they want us to do that day before I've opened my eyes.
- My dogs are happy to see me, and forget that I am home every time I'm out of view so I get greeted with the same enthusiasm every time they see me again.
None of these are bad things, by the way. I feel quite loved when I come home.
Disclaimer: Bob is my biological father. If you've met us in person, this is quite evident. I am most definitely my father's daughter. I called him Dad until about my freshman year of college. I started calling him Bob on the common occasion that he was a pain in the neck. I'd say, with all the respect of a loving, obedient daughter, "Bob. Quit it," or more affectionately, "Bob. You're being a pain in the [neck]." Since his episodes of being a smartass are decently frequent, I began to call him "Bob" more often than "Dad," and now only resort to "Dad" when I have car trouble and need to pull the damsel-in-distress card. It has come up before that calling him "Bob" might come across as him being a step-father, but in fact I'm convinced that I'm about 80% Bob and 20% Mom. There is zero suspicion of the milkman.
- My parents seem to like me a lot more than they ever did when I was in grade school.
- We do whatever I want, and Bob even lets me pick the movie rentals.
- We get to eat my fave foods.
- I get to experience the frequent symphony of Bob and dogs snoring together.
- My mom breaks out the Easter candy early for me.
- My parents refuse to let me sleep until I wake up on my own, insisting that I've been sleeping "foreveerrrrrr" and then list everything they want us to do that day before I've opened my eyes.
- My dogs are happy to see me, and forget that I am home every time I'm out of view so I get greeted with the same enthusiasm every time they see me again.
None of these are bad things, by the way. I feel quite loved when I come home.
Disclaimer: Bob is my biological father. If you've met us in person, this is quite evident. I am most definitely my father's daughter. I called him Dad until about my freshman year of college. I started calling him Bob on the common occasion that he was a pain in the neck. I'd say, with all the respect of a loving, obedient daughter, "Bob. Quit it," or more affectionately, "Bob. You're being a pain in the [neck]." Since his episodes of being a smartass are decently frequent, I began to call him "Bob" more often than "Dad," and now only resort to "Dad" when I have car trouble and need to pull the damsel-in-distress card. It has come up before that calling him "Bob" might come across as him being a step-father, but in fact I'm convinced that I'm about 80% Bob and 20% Mom. There is zero suspicion of the milkman.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Happiness Just Because.
Here are some things that are making me happy these days. In no particular order or genre.
This article. Some things are way out of my lifestyle and some things hit home. I wonder what I will have wanted to tell my now-self in 20 years.
This video. After watching this, I have this song in my head constantly. You can skip the first 1:45. The jist is that the woman and man are battling to see who can sing higher.
This game. It calms me and makes me think of my wonderful friend AK who, while she no longer lives here, I can still picture her sitting next to me on the couch playing it.
This song. It's been said that this song is going to be the anthem of our generation. A generation that accepts all and bullies none. High hopes, but Gaga did her part. And I like this little girl's version better than the actual Lady Gaga one.
This picture. I've had a girl crush on this girl for almost four years now and I'm glad it's one friendship I haven't let fizzle out.
This quote. From my favorite Sufi Muslim woman who I traveled through Morocco with and who recently came to my feminist spirituality class to speak.
"There are as many religions as there are people on this earth."
This bathing suit. 1-It reminds me that spring break is TWO weeks away. 2- It makes me think I could look like her if I wore it. 3- It's coral. As close as I'll get to ever buying anything pink and one of my darling sister Ashley's favorite colors.
This memory. When the world seems like a wonderful place and I'm happy to be living in it.
This article. Some things are way out of my lifestyle and some things hit home. I wonder what I will have wanted to tell my now-self in 20 years.
This video. After watching this, I have this song in my head constantly. You can skip the first 1:45. The jist is that the woman and man are battling to see who can sing higher.
This game. It calms me and makes me think of my wonderful friend AK who, while she no longer lives here, I can still picture her sitting next to me on the couch playing it.
This song. It's been said that this song is going to be the anthem of our generation. A generation that accepts all and bullies none. High hopes, but Gaga did her part. And I like this little girl's version better than the actual Lady Gaga one.
This picture. I've had a girl crush on this girl for almost four years now and I'm glad it's one friendship I haven't let fizzle out.
This quote. From my favorite Sufi Muslim woman who I traveled through Morocco with and who recently came to my feminist spirituality class to speak.
"There are as many religions as there are people on this earth."
This bathing suit. 1-It reminds me that spring break is TWO weeks away. 2- It makes me think I could look like her if I wore it. 3- It's coral. As close as I'll get to ever buying anything pink and one of my darling sister Ashley's favorite colors.
This memory. When the world seems like a wonderful place and I'm happy to be living in it.
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