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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.

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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Dream Post 9: Spiders and we're related?

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creepycrawelers1I had a dream:

I was sitting in a hotel, with Jeff, and my family, and I realized there was a bump on my back. It was full of spider eggs. Jeff got it off me, but then he found two others. One had baby spiders in it, that looked like creepy crawlers, and one had adult spiders in it. It was disgusting, and my dad was trying to help get them off but was being really slow about it.

Meanwhile, even though I had these spiders in me, I was fine with kissing Jeff. But then my mom walked in on us kissing and was like “Oh no, this is horrible.” And I was like, “But…why?” And she was like “Because you and Jeff are first cousins once removed by marriage.”

So this meant we could never marry…and I was like “Well we live together, did you not ever think of that before?” And my mom apparently hadn’t realized we were dating.

It was a very bizarre dream, and at the end I still had spiders in me…ga-ross.

Things that contributed?

1. My coworker found a black widow spider on campus this week

2. We watched an episode of 30 Rock this week and in it Tina Fey’s character finds someone awesome to date but then finds out they are related.

H?W HARD CAN IT BE?

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This weekend I got a button that says, “H?w Hard Can it Be?” And I love it.

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This is an airplane that my sister and I saw fly overhead at Dockweiler. Afterwards, she said, “So, um, is this beach perhaps by LAX?” Then she understood why people go to this beach only because you can have bonfires there.

My sister was here this weekend, which was amazingly fun. We did lots of excellent things, including buying buttons about peace, seeing the Chinese Theater, the Hollywood sign, Malibu, Santa Monica, and Dockweiler. We also ate: hot dogs, s’mores, Pinkberry, In-n-Out, Diddy Reese’s, and much more that was terrible for us.

It was an excellent time.

5 things I love about my sister:

1. She is low key. We can rock climb, or walk to the Stars in Hollywood, or watch HGTV. Whatever.
2. She can eat Diddy Reese’s after consuming four different appetizers. And not make me or herself feel bad about it.
3. She has mastered how to make a s’more in the micro.
4. She cooks excellent eggs, but cannot flip them.
5. She is hysterical, and apparently sounds just like me so sometimes I can take the credit.

My friend B’s friend K is here for the weekend. And multiple times, she said, “Man, I wish I had a sister.”

Well, I do. And she’s awesome. Man, I just wish my sister and I were neighbors.

How do you like your siblings, everyone?

Macaroni, or Pasta?

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Ok, ok. So in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ll let you out on a little secret. I’m Italian. My extended family tree boasts 198 people, 127 of which are blood related, all of which I can name, and have met. And have probably hung out with on more than one occasion. Seriously, this is a fifteen-year old  picture of my family:

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I can add about 25 off the top of my head to this picture. So you can imagine.

So you think, because I can sputter 15 or so words of Italian and because I can speak to you in Italian-American made-up words my mother imparted on me, I would know the difference between macaroni and pasta. But I didn’t. So, today, for some unknown reason to me, I wondered, “Wait, what is the difference?” APPARENTLY there is a difference, but don’t tell Jeff because I think we argued this point, once.

Macaroni is defined as: “pasta in the form of narrow tubes.”

Pasta, however, is defined as: “dough formed into various shapes (e.g. spaghetti, lasagne), cooked as part of a dish or in boiling water and served with a savoury sauce.”

So there you go. Rest easy, folks. This girl does the research for you…So just so we’re clear:

MACARONI:

macaroniPASTA:

pasta