KRISTIN'S THIRD GRADE DIARY (Part 1)
As I mentioned below, I found my third grade diary again today. I wish to heavens that I could scan the pages and post them to this website so you can see the "art" and the writing, but my descriptions of the entries will hopefully suffice.
Open the hard cover My Melody Cover to a yellow page.
On this, I have written in pencil
TOP SECRET!!!!
Don't look (eyes drawn into the 'o's here)
Don't look
(Some buxom ladies with pearls and high heels have been drawn in here)
PRIVATE! Don't look!
Turn the page Kristin.
Kristin Only Permission And Friends.
On the first page, I had taped in a photo of myself and two of my friends at that time: Maria and Katie. Maria was Swedish and we would get together and dance to Irene Cara records at her house. Katie was a small British redhead who I actually managed to visit one time a year later when we were passing through London on our way to Pakistan.
12/5/84
Dear Diary,
Today I was so bored until I got you a friend his name is qoala (sic) so if you hug him it will make his day. So please be nice to him. O.K.?
Love, Kristin
12/6/84
Dear Diary,
Today I used the computer it's really fun. I love it. I'll show you a picture of the computer video game gay (sic) when he's mad.
Love, Kristin
(drawing of a small stick man with a cone hat tapping his foot included)
12/7/84
Dear Diary,
I loved today it was really fun. I can't wait till tomorrow really I sordof miss Robin because I don't have any company.
Love, Kristin
12/9/84
Dear Diary,
Today I went to my brother's soccer awards. It gave you snacks. My brother got a trofey. I'm kind of jealouse, The place was so noisy I almost got a headache.
Love, Kristin
12/11/84
Dear Diary,
Sorry I didn't write in you last night. I was too tired and busy. Well today it was great nothing hard was at school. I'm glad.
Love, Kristin
12/21/84
Dear Diary,
Today I had didn't guitar because on thursday I went to see Doon. And at school we didn't do any spelling or English.
Love, Kristin
12/22/84
Dear Diary,
Today at school was really boring and school seemed to never end. I couldn't wait till the holidays.
Love, Kristin
12/24/84
Dear Diary,
Today I can't wait till Christmas tomorrow. I just can see it now all the presents I would like. And my new bike.
Love, Kristin
[As a sidenote, this is the pink bike that I ran downstairs to find my older brother riding on shouting "Look at my new bike, Kristin!" prompting me to burst into tears and run back upstairs.]
(Two stars have been drawn beside this entry)
12/26/84
Dear Diary,
Today I realized that I really like Brian. And I always thought I hated him. I went on a bike ride today with my brother.
Love, Kristin
12/27/84
Dear Diary,
Today I really think my presents are getting boring. And whats the fun if your presents are getting boring. And I can't invite Andrea.
Love, Kristin
12/28/84
Dear Diary,
I think that being home alone with noone to play with is ridickulous and I really hate it.
Love, Kristin
12/29/84
Dear Diary,
Today it's extra borin. I really have nothing to do. And I don't want to read Books. And I can't watch T.V.
Love, Kristin
12/30/84
Dear Diary,
Today I'm glad that it's almost the end of the year. Because that there's a new year coming up.
Love, Kristin
(four stars have been drawn in)
12/31/84
Dear Diary,
Today I really looking forward to seeing Brian. And really looking forward to seeing Andrea and Michael.
Love, Kristin
1/1/85
Dear Diary,
I'm glad it's New Years Day. I love to see the fire crackers and I always have a good feeling in my heart.
Love, Kristin
1/2/84
Dear Diary,
I hate todau. I really do. It's school But I like it too. I had a party. It had six kids at least. I really had fun.
Love, Kristin
1/3/85
Dear Diary,
Today was great! I never thought it would be like this. PE wasn't so bad and guitar was OK. And Math was Alright.
Love, Kristin
1/4/85
Dear Diary,
I going to tell you about Andrea and Micheal. She'll tell you what happened on the next page.
Love, Kristin
1/4/85
Dear Kristin's Diary,
Pleased to meat you! As you know I like Michael a lot. In fact I love him a lot.
Love, Andrea
(Andrea drew a diagram: two stick figures, one male, one female looking at one another with huge smiles. A thought cloud over the girl's head reads "I (heart) U")
1/22/85
Dear Diary,
Today at school we did english. And I had guitar today And at home my mother said she might have a heart attack. And I'm (Next Page) really scared because my father is on a business trip. But I have my grandparents and my uncle.
Love, Kristin
1/27/85
Dear Diary,
Today I went to Maria's house. And we had a lot of arguements. But we still had fun. And besides now I hate Brian.
Love, Kristin
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Cleaning out my Sanrio products
I started today to clean out from under my bed. I have a month till I have to move out of my room and I am such a packrat (I always feel guilty and wasteful tossing stuff...I need to get over that), and am going to try to do it piecemeal so I don't suffer in the last week or so. The problem is that I get so distracted by everything I shove under there. I spent a full hour going through old pictures of mine to figure out which ones I want to tote along with me. That was quite a trip, actually. I had to call Anne to comment over how gobsmacked I was by looking through some of these photos from three or four years ago. I can finally really tell the difference from the weight loss, whereas for the last few months it's been so gradual that I can't really tell in myself from the mirror. wowsers.
Anyway, the good news is that I found two things that I had misplaced and had missed. They are as follows:
1.) A bootleg Hello Kitty pencil box that Suzi had gotten for me in Beijing. The Chinglish that's on there is as follows:
How fricking awesome is that?
2.) My third grade diary. It's has My Melody on the cover, skipping rope (My Melody is a Sanrio character, a bunny with a pink hood, for those who aren't in the know). There is a latch for a lock, which I lost along the way, thank God. Actually, Robin and I had stumbled over this a few years ago and it made the rounds, but then it disappeared for a couple of years. Diary entries will be posted in this blog, stay tuned.
I started today to clean out from under my bed. I have a month till I have to move out of my room and I am such a packrat (I always feel guilty and wasteful tossing stuff...I need to get over that), and am going to try to do it piecemeal so I don't suffer in the last week or so. The problem is that I get so distracted by everything I shove under there. I spent a full hour going through old pictures of mine to figure out which ones I want to tote along with me. That was quite a trip, actually. I had to call Anne to comment over how gobsmacked I was by looking through some of these photos from three or four years ago. I can finally really tell the difference from the weight loss, whereas for the last few months it's been so gradual that I can't really tell in myself from the mirror. wowsers.
Anyway, the good news is that I found two things that I had misplaced and had missed. They are as follows:
1.) A bootleg Hello Kitty pencil box that Suzi had gotten for me in Beijing. The Chinglish that's on there is as follows:
He that thatches his
house with turds
shall have more teachers
than reachers.
How fricking awesome is that?
2.) My third grade diary. It's has My Melody on the cover, skipping rope (My Melody is a Sanrio character, a bunny with a pink hood, for those who aren't in the know). There is a latch for a lock, which I lost along the way, thank God. Actually, Robin and I had stumbled over this a few years ago and it made the rounds, but then it disappeared for a couple of years. Diary entries will be posted in this blog, stay tuned.
Dyno-mite
Oh my God. I went with Annie tonight to see "Napolean Dynamite." This movie...I can't even describe how perfect and deadpan it is. I loved every second of it, and can't wait till it comes out on DVD so I can purchase it and watch it over and over. HIGHLY recommended.
Oh my God. I went with Annie tonight to see "Napolean Dynamite." This movie...I can't even describe how perfect and deadpan it is. I loved every second of it, and can't wait till it comes out on DVD so I can purchase it and watch it over and over. HIGHLY recommended.
Friday, July 30, 2004
I raved about the website Other People's Stories before, and this particular one on poker, and sweatpants and sweet, sweet guitar riffs rips me up.
A segment:
“So this guy shows up at Tim’s house.” Brad starts telling the tale of one such encounter. “First thing he says is ‘Hey man you got any sweats?’ Very first thing. Walks in the door, demands sweat pants. Actually, if I remember correctly, it was ‘Hey man you got any fuckin’ sweats?’”
A segment:
“So this guy shows up at Tim’s house.” Brad starts telling the tale of one such encounter. “First thing he says is ‘Hey man you got any sweats?’ Very first thing. Walks in the door, demands sweat pants. Actually, if I remember correctly, it was ‘Hey man you got any fuckin’ sweats?’”
Yeah, so I absolutely refuse to cave in to my Id and not follow through. I'm going to finish typing out these China travelogues if it kills me.
July 6, 2004
My mom and I had a heated discussion this day over what the date was. Being on vacation, as you all know, you lose track of the days--everything revolves around meal times and departure times, as it should be. Last night on the boat, everyone attended the Victoria Rose Fashion Show (!) in which all of the crew put on Chinese fashions through the times and dance and such. At this point, I think I've lost most of my irony, since I was clapping with delight along with everyone else. I even went and sat in the front row, y'all.
July 7, 2004 (The Gorgeous Gorges)
We hit (well, not literally) the first of the three gorges today: the Xiling Gorge. It was unbelievably lovely: it was sunny and the weather was hot, and everyone piled out onto the front desk of the boat, occasionally being blasted by the ridiculously loud horn (it was hilariously jarring). We sailed through the city of Yichang and also visited the site of the Three Gorges Dam, which is what promises to be the world's largest dam, ready in 2009. Much of the day was spent passing through various shiplocks as well, which was an interesting, rather cloistered experience in itself. Anyway, the Xiling Gorge is known to be the most treacherous of all of the gorges, and the most difficult to traverse.
July 8, 2004
Today we sailed through the lots and lots and lots of gorges. We sailed through the last two gorges: the Wu Gorge (the most serene, apparently) and the Qutang Gorge, which is known for its seclusion. We also took a day trip to get on a boat to wind through the Lesser Three Gorges, a whole area off of the main, muddy Yangtze, I believe, that will get swallowed up by the impending raising of the water. The Lesser Three Gorges was one of my favorite parts of this entire trip. The water was this creamy greenish color, absolutely stunning compared to the yellow Yangtze, and the gorge walls were tall and craggy. There were tracker paths carved into walls, and there were "hanging coffins" high up on the gorge walls -- bodies buried there hundreds of years ago. So much of what's there will be under water, someone on our trip commented that it would be an interesting scuba diving expedition in a few decades. Like the lost city of Atlantis or something. There were tons of fishing boats along the way, the the lower hills were dotted with little farmsteads that will be history soon. 1.3 million people will have to relocate because of the dam, since the waters will rise 175 meters.
July 6, 2004
My mom and I had a heated discussion this day over what the date was. Being on vacation, as you all know, you lose track of the days--everything revolves around meal times and departure times, as it should be. Last night on the boat, everyone attended the Victoria Rose Fashion Show (!) in which all of the crew put on Chinese fashions through the times and dance and such. At this point, I think I've lost most of my irony, since I was clapping with delight along with everyone else. I even went and sat in the front row, y'all.
July 7, 2004 (The Gorgeous Gorges)
We hit (well, not literally) the first of the three gorges today: the Xiling Gorge. It was unbelievably lovely: it was sunny and the weather was hot, and everyone piled out onto the front desk of the boat, occasionally being blasted by the ridiculously loud horn (it was hilariously jarring). We sailed through the city of Yichang and also visited the site of the Three Gorges Dam, which is what promises to be the world's largest dam, ready in 2009. Much of the day was spent passing through various shiplocks as well, which was an interesting, rather cloistered experience in itself. Anyway, the Xiling Gorge is known to be the most treacherous of all of the gorges, and the most difficult to traverse.
July 8, 2004
Today we sailed through the lots and lots and lots of gorges. We sailed through the last two gorges: the Wu Gorge (the most serene, apparently) and the Qutang Gorge, which is known for its seclusion. We also took a day trip to get on a boat to wind through the Lesser Three Gorges, a whole area off of the main, muddy Yangtze, I believe, that will get swallowed up by the impending raising of the water. The Lesser Three Gorges was one of my favorite parts of this entire trip. The water was this creamy greenish color, absolutely stunning compared to the yellow Yangtze, and the gorge walls were tall and craggy. There were tracker paths carved into walls, and there were "hanging coffins" high up on the gorge walls -- bodies buried there hundreds of years ago. So much of what's there will be under water, someone on our trip commented that it would be an interesting scuba diving expedition in a few decades. Like the lost city of Atlantis or something. There were tons of fishing boats along the way, the the lower hills were dotted with little farmsteads that will be history soon. 1.3 million people will have to relocate because of the dam, since the waters will rise 175 meters.
Great Author and Provocateur
I saw a link in the The Morning News this morning about this new book by Nicholson Baker about two men who talk at length about assasinating GW. This book, Checkpoint, is apparently something else. The CS Monitor describes it as making Michael Moore's F9/11 look tame in comparison.
I was actually planning on doing an entry on Nicholson Baker beforehand, because I had read a book of his over vacation with which I fell head over heels in love. His book, The Everlasting Story of Nory, about a nine year old girl who moves with her family from California to England is one of the most winning books I've come across in a long time. Nory is a curious, imaginative, well-intentioned heroine that is far from precious and I loved that a middle-aged dude had written the book (I promise, it's not pervy either). Anyway, I checked out Vox from the library (the article cited that Clinton got into trouble because Monica had given him a copy--apparently, it's "erotic"), but I'll be sure to look at Checkpoint as well.
In the meantime, run, don't walk, to get a copy of his Nory book.
I saw a link in the The Morning News this morning about this new book by Nicholson Baker about two men who talk at length about assasinating GW. This book, Checkpoint, is apparently something else. The CS Monitor describes it as making Michael Moore's F9/11 look tame in comparison.
I was actually planning on doing an entry on Nicholson Baker beforehand, because I had read a book of his over vacation with which I fell head over heels in love. His book, The Everlasting Story of Nory, about a nine year old girl who moves with her family from California to England is one of the most winning books I've come across in a long time. Nory is a curious, imaginative, well-intentioned heroine that is far from precious and I loved that a middle-aged dude had written the book (I promise, it's not pervy either). Anyway, I checked out Vox from the library (the article cited that Clinton got into trouble because Monica had given him a copy--apparently, it's "erotic"), but I'll be sure to look at Checkpoint as well.
In the meantime, run, don't walk, to get a copy of his Nory book.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Sunshine of my cube space
There's a woman named Donna in our office who has an assistance dog named Petra. Petra is a sweet, doe-eyed yellow lab who is a cupcake of a sweetie, tail always wagging. As soon as Petra is "off-duty" (or out of her harness) she's free to wander around as she pleases and has quickly become the office dog. People will come in and find Petra's toys nestled in various parts of their offices. Last year she was always toting around a blue turtle, but now she seems to favor a squeaky plush pumpkin. Because there is reconstruction in other parts of the office, Donna has been relocated into the cube next to mine, so that means that I get to hang out with Petra all the time. I can't even tell you how awesome it is to have a big yellow lab poke in to say hello throughout the day or to step over a big snoring lump on the floor. As soon as you open the door to come in, Petra busts out to meet you, pumpkin in mouth--it is good for the soul. I need to take a picture soon so I can share.
There's a woman named Donna in our office who has an assistance dog named Petra. Petra is a sweet, doe-eyed yellow lab who is a cupcake of a sweetie, tail always wagging. As soon as Petra is "off-duty" (or out of her harness) she's free to wander around as she pleases and has quickly become the office dog. People will come in and find Petra's toys nestled in various parts of their offices. Last year she was always toting around a blue turtle, but now she seems to favor a squeaky plush pumpkin. Because there is reconstruction in other parts of the office, Donna has been relocated into the cube next to mine, so that means that I get to hang out with Petra all the time. I can't even tell you how awesome it is to have a big yellow lab poke in to say hello throughout the day or to step over a big snoring lump on the floor. As soon as you open the door to come in, Petra busts out to meet you, pumpkin in mouth--it is good for the soul. I need to take a picture soon so I can share.
Kara-OK
Last night for Annie's birthday we hit the lovely Rock It Grill in Oldtown. We planted ourselves at one of their sticky tables and hung in there for the night, in wait for the karaoke kings and queens. Please note: the bar is set high during the week nights at the Rock It. Of course there were a few dudes who came in a big group, and hit the stage to caterwaul "You've Lost that Loving Feeling," and fancied themselves charming. No. The real stars of the night are the people who take their karaoke SERIOUS (pronounced: "srrrrss").
There was one guy, one of our favorites, who had a great baritone voice and sang the hell out of country songs. He was big and black and Annie dubbed him "Toby Keith." Throughout the night we would ask eachother: "Where's Toby Keith?" because we liked him so much, and then we would spot him, and all would be well.
Another dude called himself "Mandingo" (yeah, I don't know) and he killed on "Georgia on My Mind." Dude sounded exactly like Ray Charles. Awesome.
The third guy (there was a LOT of men who went up on stage for some reason) had come by himself and was this well-coiffed young guy. He clutched the mike stand and sang like his life was ending--he started with Lisa Loeb's "Stay," and didn't even watch the teleprompter. He even talked up the crowd, it was awesome.
The best thing about all of these guys and others like them was that as SOON as they were done with their number, they would make a beeline for the playlist and sign themselves up for another one. Annie quipped that they should just sing while standing at the playlist to make it more efficient.
I am not the type to sing karaoke, but I love that people do--there's something vulnerable about the weeknight crowd at least. They put a part of themselves out there and I respect that. The good thing about the Rock It crowd, as well, although most look like they stepped in from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, is that they're universally supportive, if not appreciative of everyone's efforts. Just note, if you're going up there, avoid the Righteous Brothers, because I'll be the one booing you.
Last night for Annie's birthday we hit the lovely Rock It Grill in Oldtown. We planted ourselves at one of their sticky tables and hung in there for the night, in wait for the karaoke kings and queens. Please note: the bar is set high during the week nights at the Rock It. Of course there were a few dudes who came in a big group, and hit the stage to caterwaul "You've Lost that Loving Feeling," and fancied themselves charming. No. The real stars of the night are the people who take their karaoke SERIOUS (pronounced: "srrrrss").
There was one guy, one of our favorites, who had a great baritone voice and sang the hell out of country songs. He was big and black and Annie dubbed him "Toby Keith." Throughout the night we would ask eachother: "Where's Toby Keith?" because we liked him so much, and then we would spot him, and all would be well.
Another dude called himself "Mandingo" (yeah, I don't know) and he killed on "Georgia on My Mind." Dude sounded exactly like Ray Charles. Awesome.
The third guy (there was a LOT of men who went up on stage for some reason) had come by himself and was this well-coiffed young guy. He clutched the mike stand and sang like his life was ending--he started with Lisa Loeb's "Stay," and didn't even watch the teleprompter. He even talked up the crowd, it was awesome.
The best thing about all of these guys and others like them was that as SOON as they were done with their number, they would make a beeline for the playlist and sign themselves up for another one. Annie quipped that they should just sing while standing at the playlist to make it more efficient.
I am not the type to sing karaoke, but I love that people do--there's something vulnerable about the weeknight crowd at least. They put a part of themselves out there and I respect that. The good thing about the Rock It crowd, as well, although most look like they stepped in from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, is that they're universally supportive, if not appreciative of everyone's efforts. Just note, if you're going up there, avoid the Righteous Brothers, because I'll be the one booing you.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Are You Kidding Me?
Target is selling a Kaballah red string for $26. That looks like an easily home-made dealie. That just got me thinking: everyone I know is getting Kaballah red string for their future holiday gifts. (via lotsofco)
Target is selling a Kaballah red string for $26. That looks like an easily home-made dealie. That just got me thinking: everyone I know is getting Kaballah red string for their future holiday gifts. (via lotsofco)
Live from Boston
Oh man, Salon's featuring Neal Pollack's blogging from the Dem Convention. Hi-larious.
Here's a sample that tickled me:
July 27
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. America, and All the Ships at Sea!Some impressions from the press room: Janeane Garofalo is shorter than I expected, but also taller, and she drinks orange juice. NPR reporters spend a lot of time looking very seriously at their computer screens, typing, typing. Those are all the celebrities I saw. People, please stop criticizing my convention coverage. I'm doing the best I can, given my inexperience, lack of sources, and complete misunderstanding of how the political process works. After security removed me from the hall, I got invited to a party thrown by the Oklahoma delegation, but they disinvited me just because I happened to mention that I think political conventions are "a great place to score some cooze." Meanwhile, why isn't Michael Moore getting more attention?
(Warning: You may need a subscription to Salon to read it, but maybe not.)
Oh man, Salon's featuring Neal Pollack's blogging from the Dem Convention. Hi-larious.
Here's a sample that tickled me:
July 27
Hello, Mr. and Mrs. America, and All the Ships at Sea!Some impressions from the press room: Janeane Garofalo is shorter than I expected, but also taller, and she drinks orange juice. NPR reporters spend a lot of time looking very seriously at their computer screens, typing, typing. Those are all the celebrities I saw. People, please stop criticizing my convention coverage. I'm doing the best I can, given my inexperience, lack of sources, and complete misunderstanding of how the political process works. After security removed me from the hall, I got invited to a party thrown by the Oklahoma delegation, but they disinvited me just because I happened to mention that I think political conventions are "a great place to score some cooze." Meanwhile, why isn't Michael Moore getting more attention?
(Warning: You may need a subscription to Salon to read it, but maybe not.)
Tired Today
I woke up this morning muddled and sleepy and wanting to head back into deep slumber, but I tried to shake it off and shambled into work. I look like I just woke up: my outfit sucks, my hair looks unbrushed, I didn't have time to put on anything on my face besides lotion, and I'm carting around these bags under my puffy eyes. MMM, lovely, right? Seriously, I can't even tell you how much my outfit sucks. I'm wearing this dress from the Gap Outlet that looks like it's circa 1993, and a white button down shirt that shrunk in length along the way so it looks like a matador's jacket. Jesus.
I woke up this morning muddled and sleepy and wanting to head back into deep slumber, but I tried to shake it off and shambled into work. I look like I just woke up: my outfit sucks, my hair looks unbrushed, I didn't have time to put on anything on my face besides lotion, and I'm carting around these bags under my puffy eyes. MMM, lovely, right? Seriously, I can't even tell you how much my outfit sucks. I'm wearing this dress from the Gap Outlet that looks like it's circa 1993, and a white button down shirt that shrunk in length along the way so it looks like a matador's jacket. Jesus.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Now this I can respect
Republicans and Democrats snipe at eachother by releasing goofy pictures taken of the candidates. Hot.
Republicans and Democrats snipe at eachother by releasing goofy pictures taken of the candidates. Hot.
Derrieres in Motion
Jonathan was cracking me up this morning. I sent him the link to the photos from the wedding, and about this photo, I got the following email:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:07 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
I took a look at the photos through your blog. Very cool. For
some reason, in the photo of you and I, my face looks very
shiny. I guess I was sweating. Also, in the photo of Clarence
and I, my ass looks unusually big. For the record, I DO NOT
have a big ass.
I wrote back:
J, your email about not having a big ass cracked me up. I need to check out that picture again of you and Clarence, but I totally didn't notice any big asses!
And in turn, received:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:38 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
Thanks for being so nice, but the photo makes it appear my
ass could knock over small children.
I don't think that I need to report that Jonathan does not have a big ass in the least. He is quite a slender man, and there are no child-bearing hips or big asses attached to him.
Jonathan was cracking me up this morning. I sent him the link to the photos from the wedding, and about this photo, I got the following email:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:07 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
I took a look at the photos through your blog. Very cool. For
some reason, in the photo of you and I, my face looks very
shiny. I guess I was sweating. Also, in the photo of Clarence
and I, my ass looks unusually big. For the record, I DO NOT
have a big ass.
I wrote back:
J, your email about not having a big ass cracked me up. I need to check out that picture again of you and Clarence, but I totally didn't notice any big asses!
And in turn, received:
From : Jonathan
Sent : Tuesday, July 27, 2004 4:38 PM
To : Kristin
Subject : Re: Photos from the wedding
Thanks for being so nice, but the photo makes it appear my
ass could knock over small children.
I don't think that I need to report that Jonathan does not have a big ass in the least. He is quite a slender man, and there are no child-bearing hips or big asses attached to him.
You do your thing
Anne wrote in her blog today about an interesting NPR piece and mentioned this Montgomery Gentry video that we saw on CMT this weekend (we lay there for a couple of hours on Friday afternoon taking in country music videos--it was awesome) that was PRICELESS. You must try to catch this video if you can (same title as this post, I believe): it involves strapping a deer to a truck and driving through the city, smirking at the cityfolk, crosses, flags, and taking baseball bats to drug dealers. Awesome stuff. We were dying.
Anne wrote in her blog today about an interesting NPR piece and mentioned this Montgomery Gentry video that we saw on CMT this weekend (we lay there for a couple of hours on Friday afternoon taking in country music videos--it was awesome) that was PRICELESS. You must try to catch this video if you can (same title as this post, I believe): it involves strapping a deer to a truck and driving through the city, smirking at the cityfolk, crosses, flags, and taking baseball bats to drug dealers. Awesome stuff. We were dying.
Photos are up!
Photos from the Sullivan/Martin wedding are up online! I've separated it into two albums--photos from Friday (rehearsal and after) and then photos from the day and night of the ceremony and the reception. Although I was obnoxious about taking photos, I'm glad to have them--these past few years have passed without me taking enough pictures to remember them and I feel regret over that.
I took more group shots than a sorority formal, y'all.
Here's a shot after the wedding of the Ladies, and then here are the Ladies with the Bride at the Alumni House.
Here is the F.O.G. Reunion shot (this is one of many).
Anne, Christie and myself at dinner (which was cut woefully short for me), which is a frame-worthy one, as is this one of Christie and me.
I love this dancing shot. Yes, I believe that Anne's beloved "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was playing. I also like this shot of Clarence and Jonathan shaking it like a Polaroid picture.
And then there were a slew of shots taken at Paul's, before AND after I spilled cheap beer all over Jenny (sorry, Jenny). Among the many: Anne and Stefan; the lervly bridesmaids; Grace and Zack harkening back to those Scott stories; James, Nathalie, and Jenny; Bryan, Anne, and Jean-Paul; and finally, I love this one of Des, James, and Grace at the end of the night.
Good times, good times.
Photos from the Sullivan/Martin wedding are up online! I've separated it into two albums--photos from Friday (rehearsal and after) and then photos from the day and night of the ceremony and the reception. Although I was obnoxious about taking photos, I'm glad to have them--these past few years have passed without me taking enough pictures to remember them and I feel regret over that.
I took more group shots than a sorority formal, y'all.
Here's a shot after the wedding of the Ladies, and then here are the Ladies with the Bride at the Alumni House.
Here is the F.O.G. Reunion shot (this is one of many).
Anne, Christie and myself at dinner (which was cut woefully short for me), which is a frame-worthy one, as is this one of Christie and me.
I love this dancing shot. Yes, I believe that Anne's beloved "Pour Some Sugar on Me" was playing. I also like this shot of Clarence and Jonathan shaking it like a Polaroid picture.
And then there were a slew of shots taken at Paul's, before AND after I spilled cheap beer all over Jenny (sorry, Jenny). Among the many: Anne and Stefan; the lervly bridesmaids; Grace and Zack harkening back to those Scott stories; James, Nathalie, and Jenny; Bryan, Anne, and Jean-Paul; and finally, I love this one of Des, James, and Grace at the end of the night.
Good times, good times.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Another visit to the doctor
Another $100 spent
Another shot taken
Another appointment made
Another piece of my soul being crushed.
Okay, that's a bit excessive, but I always loathe going to the doctor. I'm always creeped out by the people in the waiting room of this particular doctor's office as well. Today, I was eyeballed by a middle-aged dude wearing cut off jean shorts (red flag #1) and black socks with velcro sandals (red flag #2).
Another $100 spent
Another shot taken
Another appointment made
Another piece of my soul being crushed.
Okay, that's a bit excessive, but I always loathe going to the doctor. I'm always creeped out by the people in the waiting room of this particular doctor's office as well. Today, I was eyeballed by a middle-aged dude wearing cut off jean shorts (red flag #1) and black socks with velcro sandals (red flag #2).
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