tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184448472012-01-26T16:04:59.054-06:00What's It Going To Take To Get You To Walk Out Of Here With A Donut Today? <p><br> Send me an e-mail at andyouknowwhatelse at gmail dot com-R-noreply@blogger.comBlogger3921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18444847.post-38086316190031875552007-12-05T22:46:00.000-06:002007-12-18T20:21:27.010-06:00

This is my last post here. I hope. I have a new blog! The blogroll isn't quite done, and it is still kind of ugly, but you know you want to check it out. Go to the new And You Know What Else. You know you love me.xoxo,R.PS Update your links and your feedreader. And I'm even going to use the full feed for the new blog!

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On Friday night, H and I met Stefanie for dinner at Nye's. Nye's is a famous local restaurant and bar that H described as a fancy VFW that mobsters might go to. We sat in a cool curved booth with sparkly gold vinyl seats. We ate the best pierogi I have ever eaten in my entire life. {I haven't actually eaten much pierogi in my life, so my praise may not mean much, but oh my gosh, they were

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I am on my third shirt of the day. First, I spilled a few drops of Cranapple on my shirt. I was in the process of brewing coffee when I spilled the Cranapple so I thought about waiting to change in case I spilled coffee too. But then I thought, no, I won't spill twice in one day. I changed shirts, and then I poured about a quarter of a cup of coffee down my front. Nice. I'm in my last white

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Just in case my earlier post today doesn't count because I originally posted it with the wrong date, here's another. Nice knowing you, NaBloPoMo.

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The last post of November should be a good one, right? I should go out with a bang, not a whimper! Unfortunately, I am exhausted, and I had a horrible day yesterday, and I feel meh.Here is an e-mail I wrote to Metalia on Monday because the Vikings trounced the NY Giants:Subject: Not to hurt your feelings, but...Eli Manning sucks! Love,-R- PS Every time the announcers said something about Bobby

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Sometimes I really need to keep my mouth shut, and sometimes I need to speak up for myself. I wish I were better at distinguishing between these two kinds of situations.

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I only have one living grandparent. And she was put in hospice care today. My grandma and I were never close. It isn't that I don't like her, but I can't really say that we ever had fun together. I feel bad for not being able to list all the awesome things I love about her that make her the best grandma ever. What I remember most about her is her saying bad things about my mom (her

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I was going to do a Guitar Hero tutorial tonight to explain to you how Guitar Hero works, but I got sucked into a new love of mine. Iron Chef America!In case you don't know, I will explain how this show works (to the best of my knowledge). An Iron Chef competes against another professional chef to make an entire meal in one hour, usually at least four courses, and each course must include the "

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Today, I bring to you a guest post by Double G. In case you do not remember everything I have ever written, I met Double G when we were in the same English class in 9th grade. We have been friends now for fourteen years, which I am now realizing is half of my life. Whoa. Anyway, here is Double G's story.Indian weddings often begin with the groom and his entourage of family and friends

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I am in my husband's office right now. We were running errands, and then he had to come into work for a couple of hours, and then we are going to run some more errands. So I am just hanging out right now paying bills online and blogging. I know it is bad to blog from your own office, but is blogging from your spouse's office ok? I think it is.Let me describe my husband's office to you. It is

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I took my mom and her boyfriend to the American Swedish Institute today to entertain them. My mom loves going through historic mansions, and I enjoy it as well. This mansion was completed in 1908 and was crazy gorgeous with elaborate woodwork and porcelain fireplaces in 11 of the 33 rooms. Each room had furniture from the 1880s-1930s and artifacts from Swedish immigrants, but I would have

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Well, I got some great deals today, but boy, am I tired after starting my shopping at 4 am.Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. No. Waking up at 4 am is not something I would do voluntarily.H went into work today, even though his office is closed (poor H has been working his heart out lately on a big case), and my mom and I lazed around and then went shopping at about 11:30. And you know what? All those

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Before:After:I actually did about half of the cooking! We had turkey, gravy, stuffing, mashed potatoes (I'm not sure why I didn't label this in the pictures, but you can see it there), cheesy potatoes, rolls, Pilgrims' Salad, and cranberry sauce. I cringe a little every time someone mentions having Stovetop stuffing for Thanksgiving because it means that you have not experienced the joy and

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It has been (gently) snowing all morning, and now there is a light dusting of snow covering the neighborhood. The turkey is cooking, the pumpkin pie is ready, and the stuffing smells incredible. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!(Sorry. It's hard to write a long entry with my mom visiting.)

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My mom is here, and she has not yet made any comments about our house being dirty, so we are off to a good start. I have been lectured on paying off my mortgage and told that I should have started defrosting the turkey earlier, but whatever. Cheesy potatoes and stuffing are resting in the refrigerator, waiting to be cooked tomorrow. Pumpkin pie will be made tonight, hopefully before Project

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I am exhausted. One more day of work this week. Thank freaking goodness.My client was talking about "adult toys" today, and I busted out laughing. Turns out he meant things like snowmobiles and jetskis. Professionalism = me.A coworker stared at my boobs on at least 3 different occasions today. It was weird. Especially since I was wearing a really high crewneck with a jacket over it. No

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I have been asked by 3carnations to write seven weird or odd or some such adjective things about myself.While I am sure there are a ton of weird things, I am having trouble coming up with new weird things. I will do my best.1. I have been -R- Marriedname for over two years now, but every once in a while, usually when talking on the phone at work, I will refer to myself as -R- Maidenname. And

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The main excitement of the day was that it snowed for a little while. Huge flakes, the size of the palm of my hand. It was freaky. I don't think I have ever seen snowflakes that large before. They all melted right away though.Last night, I drank absinthe with Stefanie and her friends. If you click the link for absinthe, you will read that absinthe is distilled with wormwood. I don't know

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I tried a smaller mall (last weekend, I went to the Mall of America) today, trying to find some cute clothes. I had two missions: black pants and a cardigan for the sweater dress. Here's what happened.First, before I went to the mall, I got a haircut. I am very happy with it. H thinks this is a Jennifer Aniston haircut. I do not think so, but H is weird, so I am not worried about this

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And now I have nothing to write about.I could tell you how I just found one of my blog posts on a weird spam blog. Or I could tell you how tired I am. But instead, I think we should discuss tv this week.House: I was annoyed by the whole gimmick of having a documentary crew follow House and his compatriots (correct use of that word?) around the hospital. And I find the Crazy Bitch Doctor super

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I am so much more than happy with how the blog share project turned out. These anonyposts (TM 3carnations) are some of the best posts that I have ever read. I would definitely call this a success! I received a bunch of e-mails and comments today from people asking if they could participate or if this is going to happen again. It is too late to participate, as this was a one day event, but

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Today's post is brought to you by an anonymous person who is participating in the blog share. I hope you enjoy this post and check out the other participating bloggers. I sometimes worry that I am too damaged. I go down my list of “Things that have f*%#ed me up,” and I think that I must be inventing it. The emotionally abusive mom, the cheating ex-boyfriend, the two men who’ve physically hurt

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I don't want to add this to the end of my guest poster's post tomorrow (plus, we all know I need an easy Wednesday post), so here are all the blogs participating in the blog share on Thursday! Please visit and comment tomorrow![I hope you got to check out all the anonymous posts on Thursday, but I have taken down the list of participating blogs.]

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People, I am exhausted after writing a million e-mails about this blog share thingy. Oh my gosh. I triple-checked every e-mail, but I make no promises regarding any lack of typos. If you have any problems, please send me an e-mail if you discover an incorrect e-mail address or something. Or if you didn't get an e-mail, please let me know!In other news, this morning, a 21-year-old man sat 3

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Me: H didn't have to go to work today.Coworker: Why not?Me: It's Veterans' Day (Observed).I had that conversation with as many people as possible today. I just like saying (Observed).Both of H's grandfathers and my maternal grandfather served in the military during World War II. (My paternal grandfather was a farmer with two young daughters during WWII, so he didn't serve.)My father and H's

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Ugh. I went shopping today and only found one thing I wanted. I bought this short-sleeved dress from Banana Republic. I think it is really cute, but I'm not sure what to wear it with since it is short-sleeved. I was going to try to find a short, trapeze-y long-sleeved cardigan to wear over it, but I see that Banana has it styled with a turtleneck under it. I do not look good in turtlenecks,

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I am cutting it very close, so I am posting this just in case it takes me too long to write the real Sunday post.

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Today's post was supposed to be a fashion show. I was going to go to Nordstrom's semi-annual sale and get some nice work pants and possibly a dress. I told H my plan, and (this is truly shocking) he wanted to go with me. But he had to work today, so he asked me to wait until tomorrow when we could go together. You might think he wants to tag along to prevent me from spending too much, but

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My love for 30 Rock is so deep that even though I watched it last night, I am going to watch it again now. I love you, DVR.Greenzo out.

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No, it is not too late to sign up for the blog share.Yes, I will continue to talk about the blog share until it happens on November 15th.Also, if you are participating, I will send out an e-mail to you this weekend, mostly just to make sure I have everyone's e-mail addresses.But you can still sign up until November 13th.This weekend I will also send out Liz's reward for winning my two truths and

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Last night I found a small photo album that I had forgotten about, and H and I looked through it together. It has pictures of H and my first vacation together, almost exactly five years ago, when we went to San Francisco. H looks so different to me.Nothing says gangsta quite like a clean cut guy on a sailboat wearing an Abercrombie hoodie.[Picture Removed]H, where's the Golden Gate Bridge?[

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I have several questions for you today.1. For this blog share, should I post a list of sites that are participating? Would that make you uncomfortable because it would be too easy to find out on which blog you are posting anonymously? Or would it just be fun? I think it would be fun, but my anonymous writing is not going to be very serious. I don't really intend for this to be a

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I have been thinking recently about the things I am not willing to share on my blog. When Laurie spoke in MN on her book tour, she talked a little bit about how people think they know all about her life, when really, she only shares a small part of it online. Maybe that is a bad paraphrase of what she said, but it was something along those lines. She was very gracious about it, but I think I

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Today I went to an urgent care clinic and waited in the waiting room for several hours. Yay. I thought there might not be a lot of people there since there was a Vikings game. Alas, for some reason, mothers with sick kids go to the doctor whether or not there is an NFL game. Not a big deal since I don't have any life-threatening illnesses, just a possible case of strep throat. A nurse finally

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We have people over, so I only have time to write a short, and probably nonsensical, post.I mowed the lawn today.H made hilarious t-shirts using MS Paint, pictures of his friends, and iron-on transfers.I tried to make quesadillas for our friends but kept burning them. The quesadillas, not the friends.I drank some Leinenkeugel Summer Shandy beer, which I would highly recommend. It is tastes like

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Noelle, sometimes referred to by friends as Christmas Christmas-Tree, has come up with almost thirty new things to see and do near where she lives for the month of November. I am not that adventurous. But I think November is a good time to force myself to see and do ten new things in the Twin Cities. Then I will have at least ten post topics of the month. Yay!My list is (I am just making this

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Galoot has asked me to list five things that certain people may consider to be totally lame (apparently, 'certain people' are from the '80s), but I am totally proud of. I asked H to name five things that other people think are lame but that I like. H's answers were: (1) Gossip Girl, (2) The Sound of Music, (3) blogging, (4) H, and (5) one item that I am redacting because it is kind of pervy and

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I think I have the 48-hour flu. H thinks I should not have eaten raw waffle batter. To H I say, whatever! Raw eggs are good for you! Yesterday was really bad, but I am starting to feel a little better now. And now I have the urge to eat raw batter just to spite H.

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alyndabear said...Okay.. let me see. My question for H, a generic relationship question which may or may not be related to me.H, at the end of the year I am moving overseas to (finally) live together with my partner of five years, who has always wanted to propose while somewhere "different". My question is this, after I'm all settled in there and should no proposals be in sight, how long should I

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Liz!The correct answer to yesterday's quiz is that I am not intensely afraid of spiders. I am apparently not that great at coming up with lies, as many of you guessed correctly. To determine the winner, I wrote the names of all the correct guessers on scraps of paper, mixed up all the scraps, closed my eyes, and picked one.Liz, e-mail me your address, and I will send you your prize!In other

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Do not fret! H's post has been delayed, but just by one night. He just got home from work a little bit ago and is exhausted, so you will just have to wait. But come back Thursday night/Friday morning, and you can relive the excitement that is H answering questions. Tonight, you will have to settle for me.So.Ummm.Yeah.Laurel and Anna did a little something that I am going to steal from them.

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Time for a comparison. First look at the baby pictures here.Then look at my sister's baby picture again.Does that first picture not look like my sister as a baby on crack? It is freaky! Well, to H and me it is freaky. And also hilarious.In unrelated picture news, I have created a logo for H's guest posts.It is H, as drunk David Hasselhoff, as Ann Landers. How could you resist asking this guy

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So are you guys excited about H answering all your questions? I hope so. I am a little afraid of what his answers will be, but I told him that I would not censor him like I did/tried to do last time, so be afraid. And please feel free to leave more questions.Sarah [scroll down] wants to see pictures of me as a little kid, but I think they are all at my mom's house. Here is one picture. I am

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I woke up before 10 am (!) today with lots of plans, and so far I have not even left the house. It is 4:30 pm. I am awesome. I have accomplished the following things though:1) watched "Ugly Betty" on our DVR. This show is so campy. I kind of love it.2) watched part of Salt and Pepa's show on VH1. Eh.3) paid the guy who winterized our sprinklers. This just means he blew all the water out of

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I had dinner last night with H, his mom, and his sister. The three of them were discussing someone with whom H and his sister went to high school.H's Mom: It's amazing that the guy turned out so well considering who his parents are.H's Sister: Why? What's wrong with his parents?H's Mom: Oh, I don't know. They are just strange.H's Sister: What was strange about them?H's Mom: They were just

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When I first started working at my office, it was quite an adjustment. It is hard to start at a new place where you don't really know anyone, so you end up acting super-formal all day, and you don't really know what you are doing, so you feel kind of stupid, and the day just drags on. Ok, so maybe "you" = "me," but I am pretending these are universal feelings and behaviors. It took at least a

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Today I provide you with two stories that probably couldn't be more different, and yet, they are both about the affirmation of spirit. The previous sentence would be my audition if I were writing for a women's magazine. But I'm not. So instead, I will say - Check these out, peeps.One Smart Cookie's story is about best friends and being happy with yourself. OSC's friend reminds me of my friend

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Why am I writing this instead of sleeping at 1 am, you may be asking yourself. I had a cup of coffee at 4 pm. You can tell I am old because caffeine in the afternoon = me typing at 1 am. Well, I also had a cup of coffee in the morning and a soda at lunch. Whatever. Also, I am pretty stressed out and not sure what to do about it. I ate a ton of mozzarella sticks and some chocolate chip

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Because I am a dork, I had to make a little chart of where all you readers live.Top Ten(-ish) Locations1. New York - 10 2. Minnesota - 6 3. California - 5 3. Texas - 5 3. Canada - 5 6. Washington (state) - 4 6. Washington, DC - 4 8. Massachusetts - 3 9. Australia - 3

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Seriously, people, I am commenting on your blogs, but it is just not working! Your blog may think that I am a spammer. If you receive notification of comments in your e-mail, check your spam folder. And I will try to stop commenting on my love for cheap Vi@gr@ and pills that make your pen!s l0nger.

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Thanks so much to all of you who have left comments so far. If you didn't get a chance to do so yesterday, please leave a comment on this post or the last one letting me know where you live. (You can be as general as you wish.) (Why do I feel the need to give you permission to be general?) (I guess I don't want to scare away people who like to be anonymous.) (Anyway.)So I am still catching

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Hello, everyone! Whether you are a regular commenter, a sometimes reader, a passerby, or somewhere inbetween, please stop by today and leave a comment for the great delurking. I will even give you a topic for your comment. Tell me the state or region where you live. Don't be afraid to comment; you can even comment anonymously. People at H's office who read this every day, this means you too!

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First of all, happy October. You know what October means, right? The Holiday House is back! I tried to take pictures today, but they didn't come out very well. I will try again tomorrow.In other news, a coworker friend (the one who thinks she has a bad haircut) and I had a not very serious at all discussion about friendship. We were talking about the awkwardness of determining how close you

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I hate to do this because I am afraid it will create a monster, and yet I do it anyway.H is not what I would call patient when it comes to receiving presents. His birthday is just four days after Christmas, so on December 1, he starts to go present crazy. He will go through every closet and look in every crevice in the hopes of finding his presents. When he finds a wrapped present (this has

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We started off the weekend with a bit of Mystery Science Theater 3000.Then this morning we watched part of the show Clean House on the Style network and were inspired to go through our clothes and get rid of a lot of things we don't wear anymore.My 5 bags of things.H and the t-shirt he refuses to give up. Also, I should note that, as usual, H asked me to take this picture but then posed as

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Remember my nemesis? We are not best friends or anything, but we are actually pretty friendly to each other these days. I guess he either got over his secret love for me or just toned down a little on his social awkwardness.So today he stopped by my office at the end of the workday to see if I wanted to go to an impromptu happy hour with a group of coworkers. I couldn't go because I had dinner

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What I Did This Weekend:fall asleep at 8:30 pm on Fridaynot wake up until 9:30 am on Saturdayread a book outside on my back porchmake s'mores around a campfireread another book while H watched some UFC fightsgo to churchbuy $207 worth of work clothes for only $107 - woo!eat dinner at a new (to me) Mexican restaurant with friendswatch my husband swoon over Clive OwenTV Shows I Will Watch This

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When I was in first grade, I made a little book about jobs.Page 1: My dad works for a telephone company. This was technically true. I remember that on this page I drew a picture of my dad talking on a rotary phone. Why do I remember that?Page 2: My mom is a stay at home mom.True. She also worked part-time at the library of a grad school, which meant that twice a week we had a crazy old lady

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You will have to excuse my nonsensical ramblings tonight because I am excited. I have been putting off two projects for a really long time because they are hard. But then I finally sat down tonight and just did them, and I didn't even take breaks to check my e-mail or Go Fug Yourself. I just sat down and did the projects, and now I feel like a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders, as I won't

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While I was in Maine, I got a call from the eye doctor that my glasses were ready. But I couldn't find time to drive all the way to the eye doctor's office and pick them up until Tuesday morning, before my lawyerly presentation. Would you like to know which glasses I picked?Option 3!When you helped me to decide which glasses to pick, options 1 and 3 were neck in neck. But what you did not know

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I had what I thought was a great idea for a blog post. I was going to post pictures of the guys I had crushes on in high school so that you could see what a fool I was in the mid 1990s. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I was in high school. In order to do this, I went through some old photo albums to see what pictures I had. I found one guy that I actually still think is quite

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I am very nervous because I have to do a lawyerly presentation type thing tomorrow. And I am speaking in front of people who know a lot more than I do about the subject. So good times will be had by no one. I am praying that I don't make a fool of myself, which is always a good goal, I think.This past weekend, H and I went to one of his friend's house for a pig roast. I can't say I had ever

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Sent: Friday MorningFrom: MeTo: CoworkerIT IS A SHOE EMERGENCY. I wore my flip-flops on the bus this morning (as usual), but I brought brown shoes to change into at work. And I am wearing black pants. I do not think this will go well. I am going to Macy's at 10 am.From: CoworkerTo: MeI would love to come, but I got a really bad haircut last night, so I shall be hiding in my office all

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When I was in Boston on Sunday, I saw a lot of fresh-faced college freshmen driving around U-Hauls and carrying big boxes into their new dorms. And it made me feel sad. I'm out of chances to start all over. I wished that I could go back to college and figure out my life again. I would go to a different school, be more confident, look better, care less what other people think of me, and take

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Two years ago today, we got married.One year ago today, we celebrated with a little casino action.Today, we came home after five days of this:We stayed at Chapman Cottage, the yellow house pictured above. Our room was the one on the top right. The place was fantastic. Do you know who else stayed there (though not at the same time as us)? Dan Brown, who wrote The Da Vinci Code, and Ian

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Lawyerish wants to hear about your worst (or most hilarious) date. So please go to her site and share your story. You do not know how much I love this kind of thing. If you guys leave her some good comments, I promise to share the humiliating things that I will inevitably say and do during interview season (starting next week, I think) this year.

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Can I tell you how much I love this little spray bottle that I found in my mother-in-law's kitchen?Can anyone explain how this label might be helpful? I love my mother-in-law, but there are just some things I'll never understand.

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I had to walk through the middle of this drinks and hors d'ouevres thing going on today in the middle of a public space downtown. Most people looked pretty normal, but one woman startled me. She was probably in her early thirties, but it was hard to tell because all I could see was her glasses. Because she looked like this:She was wearing seriously huge Angela Bower glasses. It was like a

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How I Rate MoviesFantastic: Knocked Up, The Sound of Music, The Bourne Identity, ElfGreat: Superbad, Clueless, Talladega NightsGood: 40 Year Old Virgin, Mallrats, AnchormanEh: American PieHorrible, Do Not Go See This: Wedding Crashers, Two and a Half Men* *I had to throw this in, so great is my vendetta against this show.Your Craziness Inspires MeLaurie wrote recently that she is such a worrier,

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I saw Superbad this afternoon.Can I start out by sharing my confusion about a certain preview? Thanks. When H and I went with our 12-year-old niece and 9-year-old nephew (and their dad, H's brother) to The Simpsons Movie, rated PG-13, one of the previews shown beforehand was for Good Luck Chuck. The premise of the movie, according to this preview, is that if Dane Cook sleeps with a woman, she

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It is time for a blog vacation. I will be back on Saturday or Sunday.

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As I have mentioned previously, my 10 year high school reunion is coming up soon. I am not going. But this summer I have discovered some facts about my former classmates that I have shared with H. Stupid stuff like that there are several people from my class who married other people from my class. And when I share these delightful tidbits with H, he says things like, "You sure are obsessed

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When I am upset about something (which I am not right now, I was just thinking about this on my drive home from the bus stop), I deal with my sadness or anger or other feelings by talking about the upsetting thing. So when I got super smoldering angry with H about something a while ago, I let myself steam about it for a while, and when I didn't start feeling better about the situation, I called

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My nephew's eighth birthday was a few weeks ago. H was going to visit his brother (the nephew's dad) the weekend before the nephew's birthday, so H said he would stop on the way and pick up a birthday present. This seemed like a good idea.The next week, I got a call from my brother-in-law. H had bought our nephew a video game, which I already knew about. What H had failed to mention was that

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I can't stop looking up news about the bridge collapsing. I work relatively close to where the bridge was, and I kept hearing sirens outside my office building throughout the day. I wonder whether that always happened, and I just blocked it out before. I am so lucky in that my friends and family and coworkers are all safe, but I read about the people who weren't so lucky, and I tear up. At

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H and I are glued to the TV tonight watching coverage of the interstate bridge collapse that took place during rush hour over the Mississippi River in Minneapolis. Right now, it seems like all our friends and family are ok. I hope it stays that way.

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When I only get a few hours of sleep (say 3 to 5), I am kind of loopy the next day. As in: Wheeeeeeeee! I am so pumped up! I am going to work so hard today, and it is going to be great, and who cares that I didn't sleep! I will just keep going, and it will be fantastic, and OH MY GOODNESS I HATE EVERYONE. And I am very tired. I can't do anything. I just want to close my eyes. Noooooo! I

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I am pretty sure that I can never top H's response column. He seems pretty excited to be an internet celebrity. He topped himself though by giving a speech at his brother's wedding that had everyone laughing, and his grandmother even said she would like a copy of it. I was very proud. Additionally, H was not even drunk, and he initiated The Bow Hunter. I kid you not. The wedding was really

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Hello welcome to the first installment of "Ask H." The post where I answer questions, make fun of drunken Sconnies (redundant to call them drunken), and talk about how awesome -R- and Nat are.Marmite Breath said... Dear H, What made you fall in love with -R- and what has been the secret of your marriage so far?Also, how awesome did you think I was in person? Be honest. PS) The only correct

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Water guns inside my in-laws house? Yes. All I have to say is: Serenity now.During the time I have been with H, there were several times when we have gone to visit his family and everyone visiting had all kinds of places they needed to go and people they needed to see (including H), and I somehow got left alone at H's parents' house watching the nieces and nephews. The first time this happened

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If someone came and stayed at your house overnight and accidentally left a pair of pajamas in the bathroom, would you wash them before returning them? What if they also accidentally left a pair of underwear? I hypothetically feel like I should wash everything, but I think it might be weird to wash someone else's underwear. Hypothetically. Does anyone else have these dilemmas, or is it just me

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Remember a long time ago when H promised me he was going to guest post? But then he never did? H has promised me that if you ask him questions in the comments of this post, he will answer some of them on Wednesday night. Can you feel the excitement in the air?!! So ask away!

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H and I have a joint account into which we put most of our money. We also each have our own small personal account that we can use however we want. H is not very good at saving money. He spends money pretty much as soon as he gets it. So when he asked if he could get a giant television, I said that if he bought it with his personal account, it was fine with me. I really am ok with him

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I bet you are on the edge of your seat. Did I stay up to finish my work on Sunday night/Monday morning, or did I go to sleep? Neither! I decided to go to bed, but then I couldn't fall asleep until sometime after 3:30 a.m., so I managed to not get any more work done AND not get any sleep. Smooth move there, -R-! But my project is now finished, and I am happy, so there was a good conclusion

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When it is 1 am and you are awake working on a stupid case that you now kind of regret volunteering for, you start thinking quotes from The Goonies are really hilarious. You may also invent an awesome new dance called The Bow Hunter. This is a two person dance. One partner does a loose interpretation of a moose by dancing with their arms above their head and their palms open. Then the second

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I asked H, "Can I take pictures of you re-enacting the stabbing incident for my blog?"H answered, "Sure."

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I am feeling grumpy and anti-social. I've been feeling like this for about a week, which you probably wouldn't guess from my activities in the last seven days: friends over for the 4th, lunch with friends on my birthday, out-of-town guests visiting, lunch with coworkers Friday, BBQ with friends Friday, hanging out with other friends Saturday, dinner Sunday with 3 other couples, and dinner last

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I was goofing around on blogs tonight and happened across Jen's blog, which had a link to Gizoogle. Gizoogle translates any website into "jive." So I translated my blog, and here is my last post, according to Gizoogle.Happy Independence Day ta all of you (also affectionately referred ta in many nations as tha Day Before -R-'s Birthday) thats off tha hook yo!I hizzle already begun tha birthday

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Happy Independence Day to all of you (also affectionately referred to in many nations as the Day Before -R-'s Birthday)!I have already begun the birthday celebrations. Today my assistant bought bagels for the Breakfast Birthday Celebration. Then one of my boss's took me out to lunch for the Lunch Birthday Celebration. And then after work I went to the mall for the Ann Taylor Loft Birthday

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Sognatrice awarded me a Rockin' Girl Blogger Award today.There is supposed to be a picture of the little award above, but I don't know how to make it show up, so you will just have to trust me. Or you can click over to Sognatrice's blog if you don't believe that she really gave me this oddly named award.I don't know how I feel about being a Rockin' Girl Blogger. It makes me think of the foreign

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I started off the weekend with a shopping spree at Target. Woooo. I got some workout clothes, a skirt, and 5 shirts.Then I came home, and H's back went out, so good times were had by all as H stumbled around the house cursing.We were supposed to go to H's hometown and attend his cousin's wedding on Saturday, but although H was feeling better, there was no way he could have sat in a car for a

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The hill at the beginning and end of my near-daily bike journey is no longer referred to (in my mind) as The Hill of Death. Now it is The Hill of Slight Pain. Soon it will be The Hill of Indifference. Maybe someday it will seem like The Slight Upward Slope of Happiness. But I doubt it.I rented a workout video and tried it for the first time tonight. I only did one of the segments, so I will

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Dear Blackberry,Thank you for beeping louder than a smoke detector at 12:07this morning. H was on a weekend trip with some friends, and I was home alone getting ready for bed. When you beeped freakishly loudly, despite the fact that I have set everything on you to mute, I could not figure out what in the kitchen would make such a noise. None of my kitchen appliances beep like that. So the

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My highlights:There were more pictures here, including some before shots and then some smiling after shots, but I have now removed them. I tell you this so that a person reading this at a later date does not think all the commenters are crazy when referencing my smiling face. You're welcome.

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Warning: I have an appointment to get my hair highlighted on Saturday morning. I have been considering this option for about a year and just decided last week that I was going to go for it. So highlights, here I come. The reason I am warning you is that there may be lots of sad posts this weekend if it goes poorly, but I have my regular stylist and not the crazy girl who butchered my hair that

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Ta da! It is my bike! Apparently, H thinks, "Please take a picture of me and my bike," means, "Please don't let too much of my bike be in the picture because I really want to get a good look at the neighbors' houses." I am so mean to H, when really, it was very nice of him to take a picture of me for my blog. Thanks, H!And now for a segway.Get it? I pretended like I was going to segue into a

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I got my birthday present early this year. I think I received the same gift for my 5th birthday. Well, the one I got for my 5th birthday was yellow and had a banana seat covered in silver sparkles, while this one is mostly white with some seafoam green details and a regular seat. Yes, I got a bike!I know I said I wanted an iPod shuffle, but H and I have been wanting to get bikes for two years

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[Update: According to my sources, the following appears to be a real song by Sly & the Family Stone.]I am at Starbucks, waiting for H to finish his jiu jitsu class and getting some work done. A song is playing in the background. I would describe the music as 70s jazz. Some of the lyrics are:We can do it on the floorWe can do it on the stairsWe can do it on the couchWe can do it in the airIf we

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From The Simpsons:Mr. Burns: Smithers, are they boo-ing me?Smithers: Uh...no. They're saying boo-URNS, boo-URNSMr. Burns: (To the crowd) Excuse me, are you saying BOO or BOO-URNS?Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Hans Moleman: (to himself) I was saying "boo-urns."I bought this shirt for H the other day. (It is a t-shirt with a speech bubble on it, and in the speech bubble it says "Boo-urns.") I

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I read this post about crying in public today. For those of you who do not feel like clicking on the previous link, I will summarize. It is an article discussing the possible and appropriate responses when you see someone crying in public. The majority of commenters seem to think that offering a tissue or a sympathetic look is the appropriate response. I am fine with that. It makes sense

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