Roommates

I met my friend Nicole several years ago at the wedding of mutual friends. We bonded over gin & tonics, and stuck close together since we didn’t know many other people there. In the four busy years since we met, we’ve managed to get together a few times a year for drinks and gossip –…

Mankind, sit up and take note. With one seamless effort, I have – once again – proven myself the best parallel parker in the universe.  Gold medal, AP. – – – – – – – – Here are Julie and Mel, my former roommates who were bridesmaids in a friend’s wedding last weekend.  They are…

And no, not because it’s been so awful. Only because nobody else could ever, ever compare. I will always be a JAM girl. And now, excuse me while I go weep.

If eyes cleansed with tears see the most clearly, then today, I have perfect vision. Sometimes, I think that I’ve gotten really good at confessing my tiny faults in hopes that no one will ever suspect nor discover the big ones.  But lately, I’m not very good at hiding them – and as a result,…

Julie: right before she kicked some serious booty on the GRE (not the GED, as I frequently refer to it), she sent me flowers at work yesterday.  She is so thoughtful, I can’t even stand it.  Julie Curtis is, perhaps, THE nicest person I know. Like, when I come home from the gym and I’m…

Julie [about our 61-year old next-door neighbor] “I want Neal to fall in love.  I wonder if he has a beau?” Annie “A beau is a man.” Julie “What – really?  I always thought it was gender-neutral.” – – – – – – – – Mel “Do we have koozies?” Annie “No… but… we have…

If you’re regularly on the World Wide Internet, which most of us are, then I’m sure that you’ve already seen these two videos.  But if you haven’t, you should: two of the most influential songs from my childhood, brought to life in a new way.  Both made me all teary eyed. Sometimes I wonder what…

Me: How can they tell how old an eagle is? Her: They measure its crow’s feet!

“If you had no job, you could be so productive!” This is basically the biggest lie since “There are no cats in America.” I believed it. I fell for it. I spent my working days fantasizing about all that I could get done if I didn’t have a job: reading, writing, exercising, cooking, cleaning, organizing…

Do you have any idea how much I appreciate you, my dear readers? You’re a bunch of little sweeties. In the past couple of days, I have gotten so many amazing, caring, encouraging messages from so many of you – via blog comment, Facebook message, voicemail, email, text, or booty slap (okay, that’s just my…