Flipflops in the Rain


i take it back…

Pithy, you win. Early mornings blow.

5:05 a.m.: Cat threatens to cough up hairball on face. Works much better than an alarm clock.

5:45 a.m.: About to throw this Jimmy CD out the window. Need to update music collection.

5:46 a.m.: Realize I’m going 85 on the Beltway and still being tailgated.

6:02 a.m.: Realize I’m at work and I’ve been on autopilot for most of the morning.

6:03 a.m.: Co-worker greets me with, “We have a reeeeeallly angry customer.”

7:09 a.m.: Finished first cup of coffee. Need three more.

7:10 a.m.: How have I only been here an hour??



tiny steps and nerdy habits.

my grams is in town.

every time i say that, people around me groan. but the thing is, my grams is pretty effing fabulous. she travels the world regularly and forces me to eat ice cream. she’s the first in line for wine tasting at whole foods and doesn’t seem to sleep. truth be told, she’s wearing me out a lil.

but having her here allows me to embrace my less conventional and mildly nerdy side. i was in bed by 10 on saturday, i’m dying to start knitting again and i’m already halfway finished with ‘love in the time of cholera,’ a book i was just about to shelve. she reminds me that it’s okay to slow down and admire the scenery. she reminds it’s okay that i’m the only one of her grandkids who’s still single (and that it’s okay to admit that was even a concern for that itty bitty millisecond). she reminds me i still have time to learn to cook and paint and write the World’s Greatest Novel That’s Only Slightly Based on Real Events. she reminds me of the woman that i hope to some day be.

it’s almost 8:30. time to curl into bed, lose myself in a tragic love story, sob all over my cat and hopefully be asleep by 9. i have to finish this book before the weekend — grams and i are headed to Colonial Williamsburg for a brief history lesson Saturday.



sixty four: erin v.
January 14, 2008, 8:07 pm
Filed under: 24 words, family first, party star

we met you through your sister, but you and i may have more in common. your energy is contagious, boundless and always entertains me.

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i can’t believe i’m saying this…
January 14, 2008, 7:13 am
Filed under: my melody, work and play | Tags: , , , , , ,

Waking up at 4:45 a.m.? Not so bad. Just give me a tall cup of coffee and a quiet office building, and I may even be functional by the time I’m off work at 3.

And beating DC rush hour with Jimmy Eat World blaring in the background? Priceless.



sixty three: reily jessica.
January 11, 2008, 4:05 pm
Filed under: 24 words, family first | Tags: , , , ,

your sarcastic streak is surprisingly sharp for a 9-year-old. i’m glad you’re growing out of your shyness and holding your own against your sisters.

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sixty two: brooke.
January 10, 2008, 12:09 pm
Filed under: 24 words, bestest friends

as soon as we met, we became the type of friends who can miss years of each other’s lives yet never miss a beat.



sixty one: peter.
January 9, 2008, 11:52 am
Filed under: 24 words, fear and loathing

i clung to the idea of you even as months passed without hearing from you.
i still think of you sometimes.

i hate that.



that getting out of debt thing.

Ah, money. What I wouldn’t give to live without you. Wait. That’s inaccurate. I already live without you. Yet you still manage to cause such a burden in my life (and even more so in the lives of those closest to me, but that’s a whole other story).

This year, i’m conquering you, money. I will capture you and lock you up in an airtight account where no one but me can get to you. And I will keep you there just long enough to give you to the sadistic bill collectors who clog up my e-mail inbox every month. No longer will you get to enjoy reckless shopping sprees where you disappear and i end up with heinous shirts i only end up wearing once. Gone are the days of buying rounds and rounds of shots for people i hardly know. Goodbye fast food and lattes — it’s homemade lunches and free office coffee for me, and Visa smorgasbords for you.

Don’t worry, money. We’ll still see each other once in awhile. Just not as often. Ya see, I recently did some math and discovered we would have a much stronger relationship if I used you to better myself — not that the years of buying overpriced clothes, drinking far too much and eating crappy food weren’t fun. It’s just that, I’ll be 25 soon. And when I was little (when I still thought you grew on a magical tree at my daddy’s store), I thought I’d be in a much different place when I hit 25. I thought I’d own a castle in the middle of a deserted island with servants catering to my every wish. And while I’m not doing so terribly, I’d still like to own something resembling that dream sooner rather than later.

I hope you understand what this means, money, and i hope you’ll do your darnedest not to tempt me. Stop convincing me to “window shop” or meet up with my friends for “just a drink or two.” This spending detox will be good for both of us, I promise.



sixty: grams.
January 8, 2008, 9:33 pm
Filed under: 24 words, family first | Tags: , , , , , ,

my earliest memories include singing, giggling and causing trouble at your old house. can’t wait to do more of that with you next week.



not quite ready.
January 7, 2008, 7:29 pm
Filed under: perfectly impossible

well, now that the modelathon‘s over, i really have no reason to continue procrastinating with my writing.

except i’m still not feeling the motivation. i need the equivalent of a personal trainer to get me back on the wagon.