December 2010
4 posts
frisbee.
Today has to be one of my favorite days.
I recently discovered I really really REALLY love frisbee. I’m not the least bit athletic, nor can I really throw or catch, but I had so much fun playing with some of my favorite Dallas people.
I distinctively remember waiting at the end as Josh threw the frisbee-so clean and perfect! If only I could throw that well…Eddie, Josh, and Jessie...
mother, may i?
no, you may not.
It’s all fun and games when I write silly little posts about mommy dearest, but when it comes to some of the things that dictate my life, then I kinda have a problem with it.
I’m all about the family time (in one day increments, breaks throughout the day to do my own thing), but to send me an e-mail with her own rules and regulations on our upcoming trip to...
i hate chatting with you.
my mom and i are sitting across from each other, chatting.
I don’t know if I can tolerate Rita for a whole month in taiwan. I can barely tolerate her in one day increments.
i'm ridiculous.
My Monday evening:
6:55 p.m.- leave my apartment to go to the airport 7:03 p.m.- thinking “hmm…did i pack everything? Charger? check. Bobby pins?…ANTI CHECK” 7:04 p.m.- Freak out. HOW CAN I INTERVIEW IF MY HAIR IS ALL OVER THE PLACE? I CAN’T TIE IT UP CAUSE I’ll LOOK LIKE A FLYING ATTENDANT. I CAN’T PART IT BECAUSE MY BANGS ARE TOO LONG. I CAN’T...