Category Archives: Real Life
All-Girls School Confessional #2
…. in which I continue my list of “Stuff I Picked Up at Catholic All-Girls School That May or May Not Be Good For Me in the Long Run.” (Still taking suggestions for a better title).
See Part 1 Here.
All-Girls School Confessional #1
I went to a Catholic all-girls school. As I get older, it becomes clear this left me with some cognitive distortions and strange habits. Thus, I’m starting a new series called, “Stuff I Picked Up in Catholic All-Girls School That May or May Not Be Good For Me In The Long Run.” You can see where a snappier title might be helpful.
Before I start… a kind of disclaimer. I don’t pretend my high school experience is exemplary for all Catholic all-girls school alums. I don’t even pretend it was exemplary for alumnae of my old school. I think there are some common threads you may recognize, however. If not, you can just laugh at how dumb I am. You won’t be alone.
Without further ado… Part 1
To Which Ever Jerk It May Concern
Nothing will bring you out of blog hiatus faster than unsatisfied rage.
Today at lunch, I trekked home from work (as I do everyday) to walk my dog, Heidi. For the past 3 years, this is what we do: I go to work, she stays in my bathroom until lunch, I walk her to my neighbor’s for an afternoon play date, I pick her up after work, we lounge about watching bad TV until bed. Lather, rinse, and repeat.
Something different happened today. At my door, the following sign greeted me:
I Wish Your Yappy Mutt Would Die
Classy, right? I’m some what shocked because my neighbors are mostly young professionals and the majority own dogs, and I wouldn’t expect this kind of malice from any of them. And who would wish death on this?
Guest Post: I Am Twenty Nine.
Two weeks ago, a co-worker/friend IMed me through our company IM service and asked what I was doing. I (truthfully) answered that I was , “waiting.”
“For what?” she replied.
“Everything. My next call. Lunch. The weekend. My next career move. My future. EVERYTHING.”
I thought I went through my quarter life crisis a couple of years ago, but it turns out that little bugger lasts a few years. Or maybe we just always feel confused and uneasy about the future. Lately, my friends seem fixated on this issue. Everyone seems to be fighting a pretty hard battle. I mean that relatively. Like, yes, we know it’s a First World Problem and there are Worse Things Out There.
But that’s not really stopping us, now is it?
Today, I’m pleased to present my first guest post from my friend LMac, who likes the idea of a blog in theory but doesn’t want to deal with maintaining one. She felt inspired this week and wrote the essay you will find under the cut. It’s a little more maudlin that the kind of post I usually write, but it feels appropriate given today is Good Friday. I always feel this day deserves serious reflection. I’ll spare you my religious ponderings, but it feels right to post something serious today.
Withour further ado… I present Lmac’s Essay: I am Twenty Nine.
Things I Would Have If I Was a Real Adult
Despite the number 30 hanging over my head, I’m really terrible at being an adult. I still hesitate to call myself one even though I just filed my taxes, and paying taxes was always my litmus test for adulthood as a child. Just this past week, I had a conversation with my father about buying a new car in which he stumped me at least three times when discussing bank loans. I should know this stuff, right? The more I think about it, the more I realize how I’m failing at adulthood. I now present… A List of Things I Would Have If I Was a Real Adult. (With contributions from the illustrious and super fun CK)
Why I’m Not Too Concerned With Healthcare Reform
** A warning: If you know me in real life, you saw some variation of this on facebook today. It’s my own idea. I’m well within my rights to steal it. The little status box just didn’t give me enough room to say everything. : )**
I woke this morning to find my facebook “news” feed choked with rants on both sides of the Healthcare Reform issue. Some people are smug and applauding the Democrats and waxing poetic about expanded coverage. Some people are boiling with rage and predicting impending doom and invoking the grandkids argument. Some are quoting obscure philosophers to point out the moral and societal implications.
Me? I’m just wishing people would stick to commenting on pop culture and saying witty things in their status updates. If I wanted poltical debate and cutting arguments, I would either go to Fox News or HuffPo.
And anyway, it’s not like any of it matters. Here’s my well thought out argument that None Of This Matters Anyway.
Holy WOW.
So, someone was kind enough to comment else where on this blog that Meg Cabot twittered about my Allie Finkle review, which would explain the over 700 hits on my blog today. Usually, I just assume people are stopping by because they’re looking for a picture of Darth Vader since that’s usually my hottest search term. Those people are usually disappointed, I’m sure.
Due to my long standing and well-documented girl crush on Meg Cabot, I more or less choked on my drink when I read this comment. I figuratively dashed to her Twitter and saw this:
In Which I Defeat Evil
My friend K called at 4 PM
K: I have an extra ticket to U2 tonight. Wanna go?
M: Does Edward have a creepy and obsessive love for Bella?
K: Huh?
M: Yes, of course I want to go!
from idolator.com
This is how I found myself on MARTA at 7 PM on a Tuesday. Read the rest of this entry
High School Reunion
High School Reunion: like the Disney movie High School Musical but with less purposeful dancing and singing and more alcohol. Also, there is no Zac Efron. Just lots of guys who are not as cute as you remembered and a handful you wished you noticed back then.
(from justjared.com)
This coming weekend, my old classmates from the Academy (don’t confuse us with that other group that gives out acting awards) will converge on Baton Rouge to celebrate 10 years freedom from high school.
Oh, don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t hate high school. In fact, high school didn’t bother me when it was happening– only my years in college convinced me the world could offer better than boys in over sized trucks, student council elections, and rules about my shoe leather. I really do value my former classmates and friends made in that time period. I’m even fond of the old institution and credit it with much of my personal development. Further, I am convinced that single sex schools can make a huge positive impact. If you get plaid skirts too, it’s just icing on the cake.
(from here. Romy and Michelle are here to help. They also have some reservations about high school being the best time ever.)
That said, I’ve put together some basic guidelines to consider when attending one’s 10 year high school reunion (specifically if you went to a Catholic All Girl’s School).
The Wedding Date: A Play in 3 Acts
For your reading pleasure, I offer up the following 3 Act play based loosely on a true story. Some exaggerations were made for dramatic purposes, but the basic story is true. A surprising amount of dialogue is verbatim. Enjoy!
The Wedding Date
(But not this Wedding Date. No “escorts” were harmed in the making of this production.)
M. Dabski 