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I Got A Pony When I Turned 10


Monday, September 30, 2002

Having just returned from the burbs of Fremont where a charcoal grill, a poolside chair, and a ridiculous amount of cable channels available 24 hours a day were the focal points of the last 48 hours, some observations are in order:

1. While Trading Spaces is not my favorite show on TLC, I did develop a rather serious crush on Ty (he builds things with his hands and can breakdance) and a rather strong aversion to Paige. I also think the show would be better if they showed two episodes in an hour -- with one, there's just too much idle chit chat. Before and after shots, people -- just like weight-loss stories, that's all we really want here.

2. Jules Asner's Revealed is every bit as dumb as she looks. A brief excerpt from a recent interview with Reese Witherspoon:

Reese: I like to watch the way people walk, the way they say hello.

Jules: You're a people watcher!

(And...47 minutes into the interview....)

Jules: I'm starting to hear your southern accent now.

3. The little self-cleaning machine in the pool is a robotic wonder to watch. And it works like a charm.

4. A Saturday at Walmart is no place to talk to your brother about Christmas gifts.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

Grilled cheese. Tuna Melts. PBJs. By 8 or 9 years of age, we really had it all figured out.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002

My mom has decided that her new favorite expression is "killer." As in:

"I planted tomatoes this summer, and they are killer."

"Your Aunt Caroline bought this new black pantsuit, and it looks killer."

In mom's world, things are always "killer." I mean, she never has a "killer" time, she never plants "killer" tomatoes -- it's just that something was in fact "killer." I think she must have heard this from me or my brother at some point, except we haven't talked like that since 1986. So instead of thinking what a late-to-the-party person my mom must be, I just choose to think that she came up with it all on her own. Because that's the kind of hip gal she is.

Friday, September 20, 2002

I slapped new nail polish on
my fingers.
It's called
And I must say

it makes quite a difference.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Sue and Mike got married on Saturday. They wrote and memorized their vows, and they faced their guests when they said them. These are all very impressive things, and the happily married couple should be congratulated accordingly. While 2-year-old Liam asking his mom (Mike's sister) "Mommy, what are you doing?" in the middle of her reading was a favorite moment of the evening, watching Sue and Mike laugh at the altar was even more fun.

I also enjoyed Father Paul's encouragement of the single folks to try to find significants at the wedding. Church humor...sometimes it's unbeatable as Mike proved when he toasted and thanked God for not turning him into a pillar of salt for marrying in a church. All in all, a sweet and joyous event, made even better a sunny morning that greeted us with feet sore from dancing and Dunkin' Donuts coffee.

One thing that Heather thought was very important to tell at dinner (salmon or filet) was that I would really, really love watching Days of Our Lives with Helen Jane. And I believed her.

Friday, September 06, 2002

Oh Ezra, you are so on to my little plan. How embarrassing. I'm really, really gonna try to remember next month. Really.

Last night I watched Crossroads. Just like her first dance teacher and mom say, that little Britney can do it all. If you haven't seen the feel-good hit of the summer, the plot goes a little something like this: Britney Spears and two lesser friends drive from Georgia to L.A. with Enrique Iglesias. Along the way, Britney reads poems, sings, dances, loses her virginity, makes new friends, keeps the old, and gets a record deal. And if you have a screenplay with a better plotline, I don't believe you.

In non-related news, I'd really hate to be the member of BBMak who doesn't know how to play an instrument. Sue and Mike's super fun wedding is 8 days away. In anticipation and celebration, I'm taking a vacation.


The Past

The Present
Where hilarity ensues

She got married

So much conflict

Mrs. Kennedy
What exactly is the fuss?

Dangerous Candy
Don't mix with coke

Worshipping at the Altar of Mediocrity
That's one pretty kitty

The Beakdip
A commuter's log

The Lauren Tewes Fan Page
She's expecting you

The Future
This American Life
SF Gate

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