Sunday I went to a Superbowl party at Alan’s friend’s house. Shamefully, walking through the door I had no idea which two teams were even playing. Fortunately, no one asked who I was rooting for, so I didn’t have to embarrass myself by proclaiming allegiance to either the blue or gold team. (I decided on the gold team once I learned it was New Orleans.)
Tag Archives: Friends & Life
Stormageddon 2010: One Big-Ass Snow
7 FebSince moving to DC 13 years ago, I’ve gotten used to a different kind of winter than I grew up with in Michigan. Here, winter doesn’t last five solid months, Mother Nature will sometimes throw us an odd 70 degree day in December, and we generally only see one decent snowfall all winter.
Not this year. Continue reading
Odd Home Remedies
3 FebIt seems like it’s been a longer-than-normal and drier-than-average winter. My hands and lips are cracked, and every morning I wake up with a dry and crusty nose. (Apologies in advance – this post will get worse before it gets better.)
In fact, it’s been so dry I’ve woken with a bloody nose more than once, and more often than not these days, my Kleenex looks like it’s filled with Fruity Pebbles when I blow my nose. (Ewwww… there, I said it so you don’t have to.)
Where have the years gone?
24 JanLast night I went to my friend Seth’s house to celebrate his 38th birthday. It’s rare that I feel old, but I was struck by how much has changed in the last twelve years since I met Seth.
Mother Knows Best
22 JanAnyone who knows my mom knows there are two words that would never describe her: modest is one, sensitive is the other.
I could fill novels – and might – with stories of how these two anti-traits manifested throughout my childhood. In the interest of time, I’ll share a recent example that may serve as shorthand for both her sense of humor and her lack of sensitivity.
If you read my previous post, you know I can be pretty obsessed by the threat of bugs. I’m not exaggerating when I say that my parents were deluged by emails from me this week on the topic. I provided them with a blow-by-blow report of my bites, my mental process and my anticipated attack plan from the road.
My dad wrote back with advice on diagnosing the problem and links to helpful articles. My mom responded with the following one-liner:
I think you got them from Alan… mom
Awesome. Just remember that I come by it honestly.
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