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Saturday, 11 August 2007

  • mixed bag

    So, my...friend...Hannah is engaged.  I couldn't be happier for her.  Sure I'm a little bummed that I can't bring home someone who worked on The Hill to Muffy.  Muffy would have found that a delightful "interim pursuit" for a society wife.  (She would have had a hissy fit if any woman I brought home expressed any intention of working after the wedding day.  At that point it is time to wear pearls and pink houndstooth suits daily.  And join the DAR.)

    Anyway, I can't wait to go to the wedding and meet Zach and Hannah's families.  (Well, I met Zach and Becky when they came to DC, but I haven't met Daniel or any of Hannah's brothers.)
    Yeah, I know that's a little weird to go to your "ex"'s wedding...but we still get along really well.  And she said some of her cute, single friends would be there.

Wednesday, 14 March 2007

  • Get Right Back On Again

    It's time for childhood anecdotes with Jameson!

    So, this one time, at equestrian camp, which my siblings and I were forced to attend when we all three got failing marks in our thrice-weekly English riding lessons, I had one of the most amazing "my life is a movie" moments.

    There was this little girl, one of Dierdre's friends, who I thought was quite cute.  She always wore the most awesome polka-dotted dresses.  I'm a sucker for girls in polka-dots for some reason.  Anyway. 

    I always tried to arrange it so that I would be riding where I could keep her in my sight on long trail rides.  I liked to watch her Leta-style pigtails as she tossed her head in utter disdain of me.  One rainy forenoon, we all headed out on the trails.  I rode slightly behind and to the left of my little-red-headed-girl.  As the trail started to increase in incline, and the rain increased in frequency, her horse slowed down, and I began to pass her.

    Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a polka-dotted blur as her horse lost it's footing in the mud.  I turned and shouted, "Simone, look out!" but my horse kept going...and I, in perfect movie-ness, was swept off my horse by a low-hanging branch and unceremoniously dumped in the mud.

    Did my damsel take pity on me, scooping me out of the mire and kissing my wounded head?

    No.  She steadied her horse, tossed her pigtails, and rode on ahead, leaving me forlorn.

    The End

Friday, 23 February 2007

  • Long time no write, huh?  Over a month.

    I will now provide you with several implausible excuses.  Please choose your favorite one, and tell it to all of your co-workers at the water cooler.  (So, this guy I sort of vaguely know of had ____________________ happen to him.  And then he didn't blog for over a MONTH!  Can you believe it?)

    a.)  I was selected to be on a somewhat exclusive committee which had a remarkable level of input on an important decision which might affect you someday.  It's still sort of hush-hush, so I can't tell you about it, but...things happened, and in the end, we got sequestered.  We weren't even a JURY, for crying out loud.  Good old Aunt Samantha (see, I'm progressive!) put us up in a truly shoddy and fourth-rate motel.  You know the type...seafoam green and flamingo pink decor...eau de 26 years of stale cigarette smoke permeates every fiber in the room.  They advertise, "free cable", but that just means that you get the next state over's UPN channel.  We played a LOT of scrabble.  The good news is that I now have a remarkably improved vocabulary.  Go ahead, ask me what frangible means?  or etiolate?  That scrabble dictionary, lemme tell ya.  It didn't keep me warm through the long, lonely nights...nor did it stop the bedbugs from biting, but it allowed me to express my frustration in a remarkably creative manner.  "Were I the potentate of this situation, I would certainly not require such quixotic moil of these poor civil servants.  These milksops...these wastrels...why must they ennervate us so, when they are cosseted in every way?"  See?  Pretty good, right?  (Ok, fine.  I knew about 2/3rds of those words, but I looked up "moil" on dictionary.com)

    b)  Muffy fell "ill" and required that all of her doting offspring rush immediately to be by her side.  For the Parker family, this means that she thought she might have had a sniffle, and because she is important, dammit! the entire family must go to the Parker family island in the Bahamas.  Dad actually considered purchasing the South Island of New Zealand island right by Dubai, but Muffy said, well, can you imagine what Muffy said to the idea of purchasing a sandlot off the coast of Dubai?  Needless to say, THAT didn't happen.  So.  We spent almost the entire month in the Bahamas.  How is it that I, a working stiff just like you, can do such a thing and not be tossed on my kiester?  You, my friends, do not know the far-reaching power that is Muffy.  She just picked up the phone, called a friend of my boss that she knows from...some charity board, mentioned her intention of donating to said boss's favorite charity, but that it would have to wait until after she was feeling better...or something like that.  I didn't actually witness any of this masterful cajolery, but I think I'm probably pretty safe in my projection.  Bottomline...I'm really tan, and I've been eating a lot of seafood.  All these DC folks are like, "woo, it's not 20 degrees anymore."  I'm saying..."Holy crap it's cold!"  (Your blood thins when you're in 70 degree weather everyday.  Don't hate.)

    c)  I was kidnapped by aliens and impregnated with their demon spawn.  I've been at a top-secret (not anymore, Dr. Neusmith! ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahahageoar9iaghioda!) facility in Roswell for "monitoring."  All I know is--one day I was large with alien-child, the next day...I woke up with my normal washboard stomach and an aching void in my heart.

    d)  I gained a LOT of weight, and was housebound for several weeks.  Finally, the doctors stapled my stomach (right there in my own bed!) and I am only just now small enough to sit up and type.  Cheese is evil, man.  Don't eat too much of it.  It could happen to you.

    Please let me know which story you'll be telling.  And, y'know...feel free to make up formulate your own theory about my absence.  Please just tell me what it is before you go around ruining my rep.

    It's good to be back.  (Um, I make no promises about how long I intend to stay, though.)

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    • Birthday: 9/9/1980
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