Chris and I put up our Christmas decorations!!!
Side Note: Egg Nog + Hpnotiq = vom
Gucci Resort 2010 Carry-on Duffel Bag
Grrrr I need to start doing more things that involve a carry-on duffel…
mayo, tomato sauce, milk (sour), diet coke, Hpnotiq (a gift from my 85 yr old grandma WTF?) and Irish Mist…
Duh, what else would be in our fridge?
Baby's first Formspring response
What subject do you teach? How old are you? Do you have a boyfriend? What’s it like living with Will—any secrets to share?
When getting to know new people, I share that I’ve taught high school math for the past three years, and the usual response is: “Oh, I always hated my math class!”
Thanks, jerks. I know, everybody did, including my 150 students who remind me of that on a daily basis. Needless to say, it’s kind of challenging teaching trigonometry and pre-calculus to juniors and seniors who are more interested in updating their facebook status and AIM-ing with the girl sitting right next to them.
Secondly, I’m 25 years young. For one more month. Then I’ll be 26 years OLD.
I would feel worse about this if my boyfriend wasn’t 4 years older than me — he makes me feel like the trophy wife I’ve always wanted to be. We’ve been dating for almost 2 years, and have been bickering for about 24 months. I guess we’re THAT couple. However, we’re crazy about each other and I love him very much.
Finally, about Will. He is the Felix Ungar to my Oscar Madison. The other man in my life. He’s the perfect roommate exceptforthefact that his magazines are always jamming up our mailbox. I don’t really have many secrets to share except for that he walks around the apartment completely naked and is CONSTANTLY coming on to me. GET OVER ME, WILL!!!!!
Chris - That is utterly ridiculous - I DO NOT walk around the apartment naked… a boa is an article of clothing… I’m telling you that counts.
Vent Session
So, I have something to get off my chest… Bear with me.
Last year my cousin Emma and her family couldn’t make it to our family Christmas party. My mom had some presents for Emma and since she knew I was seeing her the next weekend, she entrusted me with the presents so I could deliver them for her.
Fast forward 11 months. I’m cleaning out my closet and I stumble upon a bag of Hannah Montana jeans, a Tiffany bracelet and a High School Musical Wii game… shit. I freaked out. Then I calmed down - there was no way that my Aunt Lata (Emma’s mom) would remember that Emma didnt’ get any gifts from my mom… right? Wrong. Fast forward a week. I open gmail and there’s an email on the family list serve. It was from my aunt announcing that it was time for Secret Santa again and that this year everyone should be sure to actually give presents as to not ruin a childs’ Christmas… That wouldn’t have been that bad if she hadn’t added in parenthesis, “(That’s for you Debbie)” That’s when I knew I was screwed…
Before I could read the email twice I got a call from my mom. Her Jersey accent was in full force and she was talking at an unnatural speed… I’m not sure what she said but I picked up “Who does she think she is?” “What is she talking about?” “Hannah Montana” “Gave them to you…” Needless to say she was pissed when I explained what happened.
It’s a week later, my mom’s still pissed and the presents are still sitting in my room. I’m too nervous to admit that I’m the one who started my family’s WWIII…
