Jul
05
2011

Go Fourth

First of all, I have no real verdict in the Case Of The Mysterious Dirt Piles, though I certainly do appreciate you all weighing in. At this point, I'm pretty much torn between blaming it on the gophers---although I still maintain that there are no visible holes they could have tunneled up through---and the crazy lady across the street, who is really, to be fair, another story for another time. (Like when I catch her red-handed, for example. Innocent until proven guilty and all that!

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Jul
11
2011

Things I Bought In Paris

When my sister and I took our fleeting 12-hour trip to Paris a few months ago, we thought of everything: we left extra time to get to the Eurostar station, we printed out directions to the famous flea market, we made lists of places we wanted to eat, and we listened to French podcasts on the elliptical machine to brush up on a few key phases (okay, maybe that last one was all me.) There was only one thing we forgot to check before we left: the exchange rate.

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Jul
13
2011

Brought To You By The Letter Q

Now listen, I don't normally write about work, but something so embarrassing happened during my first week on the new job that I couldn't not tell you about it, because that would be wrong. I think that's blogging in a nutshell, really: me telling you about the times I did something stupid and you laughing at me.

Wait, with me. I meant with me!

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Jul
18
2011

The One Time A Year My Blog Name Makes Sense

I'm a sucker for creating traditions. Doesn't matter how big or small they are; I just like the ritual of doing something, again and again, because I did it that way last year. I could probably pay some psychoanalyst two hundred bucks an hour to tell me that I'm trying repeatedly to access some long-lost cadre of childhood memories through my stubborn adherence to annual ritual, but I'm pretty sure it's just that I like an excuse to make things look cute.

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Jul
24
2011

Babies Got Back

Internet, I have done you a disservice. I have been married for almost two years and I have yet to show you the video of my brother and sister performing a spontaneous—yet choreographed—dance to "Baby Got Back" at my wedding while a crowd of onlookers forms a semi-circle around them and cheers at this sudden and unexpected turn of events. 

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Jul
28
2011

Anniversary, One Of Many

It's July 28th, fifteen years ago, and we meet on a beach in Connecticut. Oh, we are still so far then from where we are now—married, a mortgage, nervous plans for that second bedroom—and it's summer in suburbia, and I'm just a bored teenager who thinks nothing interesting is ever going to happen to me, and then you ride in on your bike, and it's like everything clicks on.

After that, there's a line straight down the middle of my life: a before and an after. Part A and part B. Without you, without you, without you—then with you.

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