Acquaintance: *sigh* You know how you can tell when someone’s jealous of you?
Me: *No, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out* What do you mean?
A: Well, I was at this business meeting. I’m talking to this guy and his fiancée is supposed to meet us to discuss some things about their wedding. [...]
When Obama reached his podium last night, IP started banging out the opening notes to Queen’s “We Will Rock You.” You know, the stamping-clamping beat. I started laughing, then launched into Chumbawumba’s “Tubthumping.” No, we hadn’t had many margaritas as of that moment. But we were probably echoing the fangirl/fanboy attitude of the congressmen/women who [...]
This afternoon I’m heading to the nearest liquor store to pick up some ingredients for margaritas tonight. I wish I could say I will be enjoying the margaritas immediately, but I suppose I shouldn’t drink at work no matter how desperately I want to (this goes for work and certain RSVPs to our wedding [...]
Time for the 2008 book awards. I know you all were waiting with bated breath to hear my verdicts. Especially since we’re nearly three months into the New Year . . .
Looking over my list for the year, I read more than in 2006 and 2007 (not combined, obvs). What pushed me [...]
IP and I attended the Jonathan Coulton/Paul & Storm concert at the Birchmere last night—third time seeing Coulton, fourth time seeing Paul & Storm. And I have to say, Paul & Storm were a little out of it, especially Paul. Even though they were on stage for an hour and a half, it [...]
The first in no doubt a series of complaints about weddings and families . . .
I’m currently in Michigan, getting many, many things done in preparation for the wedding. Among the big things to do was to find bridesmaid dresses for my sister and my friend—consider that done. Yay! They were able to find styles [...]
My days of walking into our bathroom with any degree of confidence or indifference are over. Over, I tell you! Why? Because of a mouse.
After pulling myself out of bed early enough to make sure that the alarm didn’t go off and scare the crap out of me (as I was already freaked out by [...]
To my fellow Macy Minorities in Medicine Scholars, particularly those from the inaugural class of 1995 . . .
Ben Carson’s better than you.
That is all.
(Yeah, about 50 people would get this. More if the subsequent classes had to read Gifted Hands like we did.)
