Category Archives: Friends: Family.

Georgia, you know that you've been on my mind…

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Well, not really. Not Georgia. Michigan. But Michigan is not as sexy as Georgia.

Anyways, guess what folks? I get to go back to MI on Friday night! Although I arrive on Saturday very early in the morning, and am forcing my poor parents to come get me early in the AM. What will follow is four days of wonder.

Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I will do the following, in no particular order:

  • Drink delicious alcoholic beverages, probably from the pool
  • Lay in the pool for hours, maybe reading, maybe sleeping.
  • Work on my tan (which is ridiculous, as I live in Southern Cali.)
  • See myriads of friends: K. Sue, Jeff, L, E, V, and maybe some unexpected ones on the way…
  • Eat inordinate amounts of food that surely a lady would NEVER be caught doing.
  • Cook something in my giant kitchen and relish in the fact that we have a dishwasher
  • Drink coffee all day until I have heart burn, and then continue to drink it with farm milk
  • Eat some greens that are laying around in the fridge’s bottom drawer
  • Sleep in — but not too late, because there is much to do! — with probably a cat and a dog.
  • Check my email once a day, maybe, on account of the slow Internet connection
  • Listen to some James and some Grateful Dead whilst frolicking in the yard with another dog.
  • Watch my brother play his guitar and advocate for his swift release to the woods
  • Argue with my parents in the yard about something to the point that the neighbors may or may not but DEFINITELY will call the police. (Our neighbors, clearly, are the crazy ones)
  • Play Scrabble and Pinochle
  • Eat pizza. With wine.

And it will all be wonderful.

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This is my fam. That is my backyard. Enough said.

Farmers' market.

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Corelyn and I went to the Farmers’ market this weekend and scored on some excellent bounty. Potatoes (red, purple, and white), some tomatoes, basil (which I made into pesto), two huge heads of lettuce, lots of avocados, zucchini and summer squash, and some brussel sprouts.

Delicious. I filled my sink with some water, and let the lettuce and brussel sprouts sit for a while, shaking out the dirt.

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My sorella

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My sister and I, we get along pretty well. There was a time we didn’t, back when I wanted everything that was hers, back when I cried about everything and said “It’s not fair” like 100 times a day, but I kind of grew out of it.

10 things we have in common:

  1. Our looks–we are exactly the same
  2. Our taste in food–both love mostly anything anyone puts in front of us, will always eat a turkey sandwich, Jax, and drink some diet soda.
  3. Our love of urban areas, she living in Chicago, and me living in Boston and now LA
  4. Our hatred of Comic Sans–it is the worst font in the world.
  5. Our love for reading, and similar taste in books
  6. Our love for James Taylor, which will never waiver
  7. Our love for laying by a pool or ocean and tanning, and equally our love for swimming
  8. Our love for soccer
  9. We have the exact same voice, and the tendency to be sarcastic
  10. Our desire to buy unreasonably expensive kitchen items because they are pretty and because we are the type of people who spend most of our time at home in the kitchen, no matter how small it is.

Basically,  I am a copier of my sister. And want to grow up to be just like her.

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Epic Fail weekend: Fun times with the ladies!

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This weekend was full of epic fails, mostly because we had a tight schedule that was unrealistic and managed to screw up the entire thing.

Friday night — Cor picked me up from work, and we headed to my house so she could fill out her lease application and I could do my laundry. Then we headed to her house, did laundry, and watched Everwood. Then it was back to my house for a game of Loaded Questions and…Sam Summer, ladies and gentlemen, is out for the season.

Saturday — Jeff arrived home as I was leaving for soccer. He was on a night shoot Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. In fact, I think he’s just getting home right now from last night. Anyways, so I went to soccer and volleyball. I now have a soccer team full of 4-8 boys and girls who are eager to run around and kick the ball. It was a good Saturday morning. Oh, and our volleyball team won 3 games in a row. Take that.

Then I went home, and called Corelyn, who came over, finished her lease, and then we headed to the beach with Bec. But…by the time we got to the beach, we had to turn around and go back to USC for Bec’s sister’s play. Which was hysterical and wonderful, and fabulous.We went out for dinner with Bec’s extended family, and I had a heart to heart with her father about Jeff. Then we went to the show, and out for drinks afterwards. It was such a good night. I love Bec’s family, especially her sister.

Sunday — What a crazy, but good, day!! I was ready to go to Disneyland with Cor, Bec, and J. Cor was picking me up, and Jeff got home as the phone rang, with Cor on the other end.

“Hey are you here?”

“Well, actually…no.” Thus began our morning of craziness.

Cor decided before she left that she was on the movie set of the Fast and Furious, which ended up with her not being able to break in time when she was exiting the highway. She banked the curb, and dented the rim of the front right tire. So I jetted over to the exit, trying to figure out where to park and how to get to her. Once I did, I flew into action, and made her search for her insurance card. Meanwhile, the police drove by.

“Hey, are you girls OK?” says the police officer

“Umm…well, I mean. Yes, we’re fine,” I say.

“Well ok. You should probably move, that spot is dangerous,” he says.

“Yes, we’re going to in a moment. My car is across the street. Thank you!” I exclaim.

He drives away with his partner.

Then I called her insurance company, and verified her birthday…

“Yes, my birthday is…February…” I say, looking to Cor for the date…

“13” says Cor.

“13” I say.

“1986” says Cor.

“1986” I say.

“Great, thank you!” says the Geico representative.

Cor called A to make him wake up, called J to get her and Bec out to pick A up, and then called between the two parties to make sure they were successfully joined. Then J and Bec drove A to the tire place, and we waited for the tow truck. Meanwhile, it was 95 degrees out.

Two hours later, car towed, Cor and me picked up, oranges from my orange tree on hand, filled with bagels and humming tunes from our new mixed CD, we arrived at Disney. Once at the park, we found out that we couldn’t get in with our friend’s pass — they didn’t start working until today. So we headed to Downtown Disney, after having a dramatic morning, shaking our heads, wanting margaritas. We which did have, at 12. What a morning! After that, our friend A. lost her camera–what a loss–and we knew this was destined to be a hectic day.

Once we searched the parts of the park we’d seen, and found no camera, we headed to the outlet malls to lighten our spirits. I ended up buying a new spring and summer wardrobe, some clothes for Jeff, and a giant & ridiculous yellow bag. (It was $30, but originally $100. Score.) Oh, and earlier in the day I bought a sun hat that is equally as ridiculous. It was quite a day.

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Guys, it is so big. Like it probably could fit SS inside it. It’s shameful, but I love it all the same.

Then, after the outlets, we headed to my apartment to drive Jeff to his shoot, played Mario for a half hour, and then ended at Cor and A’s. We spent the evening eating, and looking at ALL of Cor and A’s wedding photos. Then, finally, around 9:30, we looked through all of Cor’s clothes and determined she needed to get rid of a lot of them. I made out like a bandit with a GARBAGE bag of new clothes.

An excellent weekend, all in all, filled with new clothes. Now if only I could find Jeff……..

PS–Cor and A are moving in downstairs. Get excited, because I am!!!

Guest Post: a love named C.

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Assignment 53, from C, with love.

Ages 3-7
1.      Be nicer to your mother. Not living with her is the greatest
tragedy of her life. Try to soften the blow.

Age 11
1.      Lock the patio door at your hotel in the Bahamas. Trust me.

Age 14/15:
1.      Don’t worry so much. Moving is the right decision. Your mother is
sad, now, but this will actually make your relationship stronger.
2.      Hurting yourself isn’t the answer.
3.      Don’t let your mom talk you into using henna hair dye.

Age 16:
1.      Bring condoms to your cousin’s wedding.
2.      Do NOT go parking with P.
3.      Learn his last name and age, and try not to get so drunk you can’t
remember them later.
4.      When A calls you a heartbreaker and says you’re dangerous for him
to get involved with, no matter how full of shit you think he is,
believe him. He’s right.

Age 17:
1.      Make out with J in her car. She wants you to.
2.      Tell M that she may not share that bed with you and J. You would
like to be alone thankyouverymuch.
3.      Stop talking on the phone with S G. He’s not worth it.
4.      Enjoy every second you spend with B. This is what happiness feels
like. Recognize it and file for future use.
5.      Do not hook up with T and that college party. It’s gonna be awkward
the WHOLE time you’re at UVA.

Age 18:
1.      After sleeping with him, don’t assume he’s only interested in you
for sex. He’s not, but he’s going to think that’s all you want if you
don’t make it clear that you’re in love with him. Oh and by the way,
you’re in love with him. You’ll figure it out a little too late.
2.      Let B take you to the Prom. Fuck your friends. They’re bitches.
3.      Seriously, your two best friends are bitches. Spend more with with
people whose names begin with B.

Age 19:
1.     Don’t sleep with R when he’s that drunk.
2.      Stop hooking up with boys M likes. She will inexplicably forgive
you, but don’t do it anyway.
3.      Don’t do more than make out with Z. And maybe hang out with him a
little bit afterwards, just to be nice.
4.      Don’t go to Harrisonburg with K. Or at least don’t drink tequila
while you’re there.
5.      GO TO CLASS. STUDY. Even though you feel like shit, something is
going to happen to make you realize how stupid you’re being.
6.      Give B a hug on December 30th and tell her how much you love her
and everything her friendship has meant to you.