February 2012
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Solomon Burke, Don’t Give Up on Me
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Last night my mom and I went out for shakes and had the best conversation I can remember having about our relationship and the future. She’s a teacher and is thinking about putting her paperwork stating her intention to retire in four years (something required by the state of Illinois, apparently). So she tells me this and then she looked at me with these eyes so full of hope, asking if maybe...
One chambray shirt, one gingham shirt, and a pair of pjs. Lip balm and lotion. My journal, my phone charger, change for the skee ball machine. Veggie peeler, cheese grater, arborio rice, thyme, honey, loose leaf tea. A reminder to pick up some fresh basil.
Cat is bringing the lemons. N is bringing the Italian veggie soup and whiskey and driving us down in her new car.
I bought a new sweater...
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This is a post I never thought I would write.
Reblogging a post I wrote in December 2010; a post about when I was raped in college.
The morning after, I went to Planned Parenthood for the morning after pill. My life could look very, very different without their vital services.
I think it’s important to share and keep talking about our stories. They are powerful and there is strength in numbers. Thanks to @sarahchristine for the...
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“I’m going to name our first son Vicodin.”
- Glenn, currently on Vicodin
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A Lenten story of sacrifice
I don’t know what I’m going to give up this year, but my all-time best has to be the year I was dating a guy that lived in Indianpolis. I wasn’t sure how I felt about him, so I told him I was giving him up for Lent. As a test of our relationship.
And he let me get away with it.
Man. I used to have the best dating antics. It was a good way to spend my early-mid 20s.
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1-800-BE-IDEAL
That’s the phone number for Ideal Image, the laser hair removal place. I KNOW.
I just listened to a radio spot imploring me to purchase very expensive laser hair removal packages, lest I completely fuck up my love life as a man expects utter hairlessness at all times. “Ladies, we all know how awful it is when embarrassing hair and stubble shows up and ruins a special moment.” -...
Oh hells yes!
My report is being presented at my company’s National Sales Meeting next week.
All of the Regional Directors. All of the District Managers.
All of the important people that have to do with our 1100-store retail arm.
HECK YES.
I’m thinking I might buy this or this to wear on presentation day. And the mandatory celebratory drinks I’ll be buying myself after.
Commence happy...
Winter squash soup that N made.
A slice of the incredible chocolate cake Em brought over last night.
(N, Em, and I had a soup exchange yesterday. Em won a gold star for also bringing dessert).
And the food is so good and made with love and also so fucking good. And I’m listening to Smokey Robinson & The Miracle’s “I Second That Emotion” on repeat while I dance...
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Me: Glenn and I were talking about the cabin in the woods the other night and who we could take in in a disaster situation. You and Mom def made the list.
Dad: That’s ridiculous.
Me: Sort of. But this show has legit made me think about what I would do in the event of chemical warfare or, say, a viral outbreak that wipes out a huge percentage of the population.
Dad: Neffie, I’m...
I’m going to give it to you straight: I started a new blog. You can find it here. It’s pretty bare right now.
I have been toying around with the idea of creating a new space to compile healthy living inspiration for awhile now. A space to file away the books I’ve read, things I’ve tried, recipes I’ve loved, and aspirations. I am in no way trying to be a healthy...
Glenn made a website for me for Valentine’s Day (he’s a web developer).
50% pictures of our relationship. 50% pictures of Benson. All on the cheesiest domain name available that also had relevance to our relationship.
I like this.
stoned-love asked: Pretty disappointed in your Whitney Houston post, but I haven't been following you very long so I don't know you that well & you're from the midwest so I guess based on your ignorant post I'm free to make the sweeping judgment about ignorant idiotic midwesterners being uneducated about everything, including what causes addiction and creates an addict. You shouldn't...
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First of all, fuck Chris Brown.
Second, can we talk about the Whitney thing for a second? I give mad props to the E! correspondent who said that she was “sad, but not surprised” when Whitney passed. Talk about #unpopular opinion.
She was such an incredible talent who greatly influenced millions. But this is what happens when you get mixed up with the bad shit. Addiction is powerful...
So do you think they are going to acknowledge Amy...
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I should start this post by saying that my relationship with my mother has always been a struggle.
In those formative middle school years, my parents had a shaky relationship. Separating, moving out, getting back together. Never divorced. I always reminded my mom of my dad. Her proclamations that “You’re just like him” were never intended to be compliments. I would act...
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“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours...”
– H. Jackson Brown Jr. (via bonnietsang)
This Kind Of Life →
“Like many others I know of my generation, I was raised by parents who encouraged me to think that I had all the choices in the world, and all the time in the world to make them. We spent years being told that we could do anything, be anything – even our liberal arts curriculums let us play around in various fields for years before choosing a major, if we ever had to at all.
And that’s...
“too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.”
– malcolm forbes. (via littlelaur)
According to the vet and just like his mother, Benson has gained 8 pounds since his 28th (see also: 4th birthday) eight months ago. I too have gained eight pounds since my 28th birthday (three weeks ago). And while I appreciate the gesture of solidarity on his behalf, this is exactly double the percentage on him that it is on me. Oof. Not good.
Alarm is set as we start two-a-day walks tomorrow....
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