The beer is cold and the sun is hot...

I have been looking forward to this day since September...
It's the opening day of my building's pool!!

We have a huge pool and deck area... everyone hangs out all day, drinks lots of beers, and grills out. It is SO much fun. I have a good group of friends that is always out there bright and early on Saturday and Sunday mornings to make sure we get chairs staked out for the day. And we have friends who own a cabana by the pool with a mini kitchen and bathroom, so we don't even have to use a public restroom. It's heaven.

I spent last night cutting up fruits and veggies to have for snacks, and went to Whole Foods and stocked up on hummus and chips - perfect poolside snackies!

Last year Memorial Day weekend was FREEZING and we sat around huddled up in our towels... this year?

Perfection.

So this will be my view for the weekend (although probably with about 500 more people).

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Bar/Bri Day 1 Recap

Well I made it through day 1.
Here are my thoughts so far -

- I'll be fine when it's 9-12:30. But this week it's 9-3. And coming back after lunch was BRUTAL.

- To the fellow bar/bri students who got on the same bus as me after class and were talking SO LOUDLY about specific freaking problems that we did today that I could hear you OVER MY IPOD: Get a damn life. In the words of my dear friend: 

"talking about practice problems on Day 1? Go to fucking hell."

- No doubt the worst part about this summer is going to be listening to all these other freaking dorks talk about how much they're studying. kill me.

- There were a couple of problems about "larceny by trick" during the criminal law questions. Uhhh.... I have NEVER heard of larceny by trick in my entire life. I thought it was a joke. Surely I would remember if I had heard of LARCENY BY TRICK, right? And of course the whole time the lady is going over the problems I chuckle every damn time she says "trick." 

Soo yeah, obviously I've got a little bit of work to do this summer. 

This trick is out,

LF

Here we go...

So bar/Bri starts this morning... for those of you non-lawyers, bar/bri is the "review" class for the bar. I say "review" because review indicates that I actually learned something before and am refreshing myself on it. I actually didn't learn a whole hell of a lot, so I am hesitant to call anything a review.

Buuut instead of talking about how much this summer is going to suck I would rather just do a little recap of my absolutely ridiculous weekend via my tweets. It was an absolute shitshow. Sorry for partying.

-"you look like a blonde beyonce from single ladies!" - mike BEST.COMPLIMENT.EVER.
-I woke up butt ass nekked clutching a burrito. I thought this was every man's dream?! Naked chicks with burritos???? Why am I single?
- "it would take far too much work for a murderer to network on twitter and blogs anyway" - best.comment.EVER.
-"I look like a drag queen, I'm gonna take a picture of myself" -becki
-All she wants to do is dance
- I just found a cheese slice in the drivers side compartment of my car that hasn't been driven in 4 days. Why is my life a joke?
-"so now you feel like deep shame? i know that feeling." - brad
- "at least none of our friends have drinking problems... Oh wait." -brad
- after 4 carafes of mimosas between 2 people at brunch I left my number on the receipt for my waiter. holla at me Sam!
-most hilarious day ever... my abs are going to hurt from laughing so hard. i love my friends.-wait... bar/bri starts in the morning? f. gonna be hungover as hell. perfect start to my bar review.

you mean to tell me you aren't REAL?!

g-chatting with one of my friends this morning about the barcrawl I'm about to go on.... he knows that I have made lots of friends via the blog and twitter and knew that I went to Daisy's house for dinner on Thursday night (thanks again! it was yummy!)

me: wanna come on a barcrawl in Wrigleyville with me and some of my friends today? 

C: are these tweet friends or real life friends?

I've made lots of friends from the internet, and not one of you has tried to murder me....

yet.

Oh and FYI, I'm partying with real life friends today. That means my chances of getting murdered by an acquaintance go down at least 50%, right?

Team Names and Outfits

So my friend Brad just gchats me and is like "I'm sending you a list of possible team names for our flip cup team, I need you to pick one because no one can make a damn decision."
So of course I'm like "send it my way, I will decide"

Backstory - apparently there is a big flip cup tournament in boystown on Saturday. Benefitting AIDS or something. I don't know the details. So a lot of teams have been formed, etc. 5 of my gay friends are on a team together, and our friend Eric's mom is on their team too, since she was coming in town this weekend. She is from a small town in northern Michigan (like he had never seen a black person before he went to college, small). She has been texting him for like the last month that she's been "practicing" her flip cup skills so she can be a good team member.
Sidenote - if you don't know what flip cup is we can not be friends any longer. figure it out.

So here is the e-mail:

From: Eric
Sent: Thursday 4:14 PM
To: Eric's mom, Brad, Mike, T, Justin
Subject: Flip Cup Team Names and Outfits! (Legally Fabulous note: obvs they're concerned with their outfits)


Hey Team, We gotta come up with something. We can't let "Buck fuddies" be the most stylish! Any ideas?


(mom, be sure to hit reply all!) (LF note: this is awesome)

___________________________________________________________________________________

From Brad
Sent: Thursday, 4:28 PM
To: Eric, Eric's mom, Mike, T, Justin
Subject: RE: Flip Cup Team Names and Outfits!


1. Clue Cocks Clam
2. Cockasians
3. Vibration Station
4. High Klass
5. Scoregasm
6. Fliptastica
7. JTT (Just The Tip)
8. Bull Dykers

Just a few ideas... I swear I'm busy working but is it 5oclock yet?!

__________________________________________________________________________________


From: Brad
To: Legally Fabulous
Sent: Friday, 10:29 AM


Eric's mom wrote:

5 weenies and a vag

__________________________________________________________________________________


So obviously I am HOWLING laughing at my desk as I read this e-mail, and I immediately had to share.

I said I thought Cockasians was the best, but I also really like 5 weenies and a vag.
p.s. how jealous are you guys at the thought of someone's mom being on their AIDS benefit flip cup team with a phallic homosexual name? Cool mom.

Friday mornings on g-chat

Friday mornings on g-chat are hilarious...
mostly because all of my degenerate friends are at work and hungover as hell/ still drunk from Thursday night.

First g-chat I get this morning when I arrive at work is from my friend C, who has been a good friend since high school:

C: email from a coworker this morning about the bar last night...

"Who was your friend with the glasses?"

"I just noticed you had like many sketchy interactions with him."

"You guys would just like nudge each other and then wiggle in unison."

"I thought maybe he was deaf and that's how you got him goin'"

 

me: HAHAHAH

omg

 Sent at 9:43 AM on Friday

from The Namby Pamby

TNP: my head hurts

me: lol

i bet it does

TNP: my body hurts

not a good day

 

 

And from my friend Brad - (fyi for non-chicagoans gibsons is a really nice steakhouse, which makes the story even better)

me: how was last night?

Brad: mess

Brad: went to Gibsons got messy as hell with one of Justins Vendors

me: nice!

Brad: oh wait, got kicked out of gibsons before dinner so we had to eat at Tavern on Rush lol

me: lol

 

 

Oh and let's not forget this text message I got at 7:45 am:

"ugh I hate when the same doorman is there when you get home from the bar and when you leave 6 hours later for work"

nudging and wiggling in unison on my last day of work,

Legally Fab

Have your cake... and eat it too?

Today is my good friend B's birthday. B is my hilarious friend who suggested a couple months back that we drive to Outback Steakhouse in the suburbs to drink "silly Aussie drinks."

We never did go have those drinks... sad. But B is now a reader of Legally Fabulous, so - hey B! Happy Birthday!

Last night a group of us went to dinner for B's 25th birthday (he is a bartender so he has to work Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays). We went to Flatwater, which is on the Chicago river. I didn't get any good pics because I forgot my camera (bad friend!), but here are a couple of the birthday boy and friends:

As I promised you guys on Twitter, here is a picture of the birthday cake:

hahahahaha! how amazing is that? Obviously we enjoy potty humor way too much.
I actually bailed after dinner and didn't get to see the cake in person (they had it at the bar)(what? I didn't go to the bar?!), but someone took this camera phone pic for me. If I see any better pics on facebook I'll be sure to update...

True friendship is having a doo doo toilet cake made for your friends birthday. What a lucky guy.

Happy DooDoo 25th Birthday, B! Love you!

Weighing in on Weight Loss Wednesday....

First off - thank you for all of the graduation well wishes, I appreciate it. I’m working on a little “what now” post, but it’s a jumble of random thoughts right now, so maybe next week?

This week is neither Weigh-In nor Workout Wednesday, because I’ve barely done any of either over the last week. But that’s what I expected with the fam in town, graduation, etc. This week and weekend is crrrrazzzyyyy, but next week I PROMISE I’m back after it.

Are any of y’all Biggest Loser watchers?

It’s one of the few shows and the only reality TV show I’ll watch. And let me tell you, my heart just broke for Daris when he gained those 2 pounds. And I could totally relate. (for those of you who don’t watch – They went home for 30 days to train for a marathon on their own. Daris ran his little heart out but stress ate himself into GAINING 2 pounds, while the other contestants were losing 10-20 pounds).

Getting to the gym is never my problem. I regularly burn anywhere from 700-1000 calories per workout (spinning, running, lifting, etc.), and work out usually 5 times a week. My problem? Eating.

Ya know that commercial for Alli that’s like "You eat when you're happy. You eat when you're bored. Sometimes you don't know WHY you eat" ??

OMG. GET OUTTA MY HEAD ALLI COMMERCIAL!

I eat when I’m happy. Or sad. Or stressed (oh good Lord do I eat when I’m stressed!). Or bored. Or because someone else is eating. Or because no one else is eating. Get the picture?

So on Biggest Loser when Daris went into the kitchen in the middle of the night and started scarfing more calories in 10 minutes than he’d eaten all day, it was like I was watching myself raid the fridge in the middle of the night.

So what’s YOUR weight loss problem? Do you eat healthy all day and struggle to get to the gym?

Work out HARD but eat everything you can get your hands on before/after? Are you a stress eater? Emotional eater? How the hell do you deal with it?

Do you not have weight loss problems? If so, go away. JK… sort of.

I’ve at least figured out my problems and WHY I can’t lose weight, but addressing/fixing the problems is a whole ‘nother can o worms. I need Jillian Michaels to move in with me. And lock my fridge.

p.s. this was my 400^th post. Sometimes I’m baffled that anyone reads my drivel, and sometimes I’m like duh, I’m hilarious and amazing, who WOULDN’T want to read this shit? But anyway, thanks, especially to those of you who have been reading back when I had like 7 readers per day. You’re awesome.

Graduation!!!

So the big day is FINALLY here!!! I can't even believe it... I feel like I've been waiting FOREVER for law school graduation to get here... since long before I started law school, that's for sure!

I posted a while back about the Louboutin's I got for graduation... unfortunately they did not fit and had to be returned... Sad. But Nordstrom came through, as they always do, and found me this fabulous pair of Christian Dior peep toe pumps...

Aren't they beeeeyoootiful?!

I am wearing a hot pink strapless Calvin Klein dress with them, but I couldn't find a pic of it online anywhere. 

Bottom line - it's a very fabulous little graduation ensemble. 

Now I'm off to finish getting ready, drink a couple mimosas, put on my ridiculous floppy beret and gown, and get me a degree. DUN GRADEATED YA'LL!

p.s. say a little prayer I don't trip walking across the stage. It's always a possibility.

Almost done...

Currently scrambling to get this freaking written closing argument done. It's not difficult, I am just the world's worst procrastinator.
In addition to finishing this up, I have to clean my condo from top to bottom. Literally. Since my parent's own my condo, they freak out at the thought that I don't scrub the baseboards with my toothbrush on a daily basis (okay, not exactly, but pretty close). I honestly thought that my mom was going to physically hurt me when she saw the carpet in the bedroom after living here for 6 months with Elle. (It has since been replaced, but to be honest the new carpet ain't lookin so hot either).

In addition to my parents coming in town, my brother is also coming, as well as my 2 aunts, and our good family friends. They're all coming to my place tonight for drinks/dinner, which means not only do I need to make the place spotless, I also have to run to the liquor store and pick up stuff for everyone to drink. (We're going to order dinner, so that won't be a big deal).

And as of right now I have 84 words written (need 2200), and this is just a snapshot of what my desk looks like:

The rest of the house looks about the same.
I mentioned that they're getting in at 3:00, right?

This would be a good time for me to get the hell off of twitter and gchat and to get my shit done.

As my good friend C said yesterday in regards to my procrastination when she asked how much I had left of this final assignment and I answered "all of it" -

"well, I'm glad you're staying true to yourself.

can't change your style at the end of the game."

And you know what, she's right. 

This procrastinating bullshit has served me well thus far. Why stop now?!

SOOOO CLOSE

On Tuesday I took my one and only final exam of the semester....

Now the only thing I have left to do as a law student is a written closing argument for my drafting class, due tomorrow.
We were given the assignment almost a full month ago. I haven't started it (shocker). It (hopefully) won't be too difficult, I've just been doing other stuff (i.e. working until the last possible second before bar review starts so I can afford to feed myself/dog for a little while longer)

2,200 words.

That's it.

So short.

2,200 words stand between me and graduation, and I just can't find the motivation.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's sooooo close.
Anyone wanna come push my ass towards it?

Time to stop bitching and work (not on this closing argument, duh. on work stuff!).
Peace out people.


p.s. does anyone know if PetCo offers food stamps for low income dog owners? Ha.

Workout/Weigh-In Wednesday

Soooo I know I said that Wednesdays were going to be "workout" Wednesdays from now on, buuuuut I lost 5 pounds this week, so I felt like that warranted sharing. WHooo!

I honestly have no idea how it happened, considering the fact that this weekend I ate approximately 1,500 fried pickles, 200 fried frog legs, 7,000 fried catfish filets, and 1.5 million hush puppies (why yes, there was a fish fry at my brother's graduation party).

Of course since I said I wasn't going to write about it anymore, I lost weight for the first time in months. (literally - months. Just checked my handy dandy weight loss/measurements excel chart. I haven't lost weight since March 31).

In keeping with the "workout" theme - I am following this 10k training plan I found online to prepare for the 10k I'm running on June 26th. Yesterday's workout called for 2.5 miles, which I ran at 10PM on the treadmill because I had a final and was studying all day and it was too cold to try to run it outside. I made it through the 2.5 miles, but not without plenty of walking breaks and not without thinking I was going to go into cardiac arrest.
But I'm not tooooo worried about it... there is plenty of time before the 10k and the half marathon in September, and of course my goal is just to finish both of those. I realize there will likely be lots of walking involved in both of them, but that's okay with me as long as there is more running than walking.

This weekend is graduation and will be another huuuuge weekend of lots of eating... maybe I'll lose 5 more pounds?! Ha. Doubt it. But apparently not stressing about my weight led to losing weight. Who knew.

Reason #129 million why you shouldn't be friends with your parents on facebook...

(warning - this is a long story involving lots of people and it would be a lot easier to call them by name but that could blow the anonymity thing so I'm just going to describe people over and over. ha)

So this weekend I was in Arkansas for my little brother's graduation.
My brother has a great group of friends from high school who went to Arkansas with him, and the families are all friends too (all of the families except mine have known each other since the kids went to K-8th grade Catholic school together. My brother and I went to another Catholic school in the area and the boys all knew each other from playing sports together).
 4 of them graduated on Saturday so the moms got together and planned a big party to celebrate. The families of their other friends from high school who didn't graduate came in, plus friends and family of the graduates. It was a really fun time.

Friday night all the boys and the siblings went out to hit up the Fayetteville bars together... like I said we've all known each other for a long time, and it was a blast to see everyone and hang out  - all of the siblings like to party, so we had a great time, ending in a 15 person sleepover at one of the boys houses (I slept in a chair in my dress. The 31 year old sister of one of the other graduates woke up on the couch with her shoes still on and a pickle in her hand. Whooo college!).

Saturday we all hung out together at the party after graduation, laughed about the night before, and ate and drank all afternoon/evening. One of the older brothers is a year older than me and was actually friends with my ex in high school. He hosted the after prom party we went to after my junior prom (his/the ex's senior prom).
So at one point we were talking on Saturday and I was thinking to myself "Man, he's really cute. and Fun!" And then after a couple (10) beers I tweeted "I think I am going to make out with a family friend/friend from high school/friend of my ex tonight."
Of course that didn't happen (I'm super awkward around boys that I like. Due to very little dating experience? Or just because I'm awkward? I don't know. Anyway. The story continues...)

Saturday during the graduation party I'm talking to the sister of one of the graduates from Dallas who is my age and is the younger sister of the boy I wanted to make out with. I was telling her that I signed up to run the 1/2 marathon in Chicago and told her she should come up and run it with me. She was like oh cool let me know the details, I've never run that far but I like to run, etc.

Saturday night there was sleepover number 2, this one involving about 25 people (everyone who was too drunk to drive stayed after the party and me because my brother was my drive). Oh and this was the night that my brother and I slept in one of his friends beds and my brother tried to spoon me (I think/ hope he thought I was his girlfriend).

So we wake up Sunday morning and the boy I wanted to make out with and I realize that we're on the same flight to Chicago from Arkansas (and he had to catch a connection to the east coast). We exchange numbers and I'm like okay cool we'll figure out a ride to the airport this afternoon. So I text him in the afternoon and he calls back and we figure out that one of the boys is going to drive us to the airpot. We get to the airport and check in, and realize that our flight is only like half full and the seat next to him is empty so he's like okay cool, sit next to me.

We have like an hour or so before our flight and we're just hanging out, chatting, reminiscing about high school, talking about jobs, etc. and I'm thinking "damn it, you totally should have tried to make out with him last night." As we're chatting I get a text from my mom:

Mom: "At airport?"

Me: "Yep just got here. (Boy) and I are sitting next to each other"

Mom: "If you two can stay awake you can keep each other company"

Me: "Yeah"

Mom: "It has crossed my mind that you two would make a good couple. I'm just saying...."

Me: "Oh Lord"

Mom: "Think about how much fun the reception would be between our two families!"

Mom: "And how high the liquor bill would be!"

Me: "lol stop it!"

(obviously I wasn't going to be like 'weirdddd, we've known them for 10 years and this weekend I ALSO decided that we would make a good couple', duh)

So yesterday morning I facebook him something silly along the lines of "hope moving goes okay, I am totally struggling today after this weekend"(he was moving out of his apartment at 7:00 Monday morning) and made a funny little joke about something that happened Friday night at the bar. (as my roommate and I have discussed, facebook is obviously where all love connections happen so if he also wants to make out with me he'll facebook me back. I'll keep you posted).

I also facebooked his sister and was like "here's the site for the marathon, here's the training program I'm gonna use, etc"
Then his sister facebooks me back and is like "okay, I registered, I'm in!"

So I facebook my mom, tagging the sister in the post, and said:
"(Sister) signed up for the Chicago 1/2 Marathon in September! You and (her mom) should come up that weekend and cheer for us and take us out to dinner after!" 
And My mom comments:
"Yeah! That will be so fun! I'm e-mailing (their Mom) right now to plan it! Should we get (Sister's Brother/boy I wanted to make out with) to come too?"

Oh. My. God.
So embarassing.

And THAT is why you shouldn't be friends with your parents on facebook.

Of all the things I have time to deal with....

I had a great blog post planned about my great weekend celebrating my brother’s graduation from college this past weekend, but I’m a little distracted. I just received the following e-mail from Blue Cross Blue Shield of Illinois:

"Based on the information provided during your phone interview, we are unable to extend an offer of coverage.  A detailed explanation of this decision will be sent to you shortly."

So I am 25 years old, have no job, student loan debt, 200 dollars in the bank, and no health insurance.

Fuck.
My.
Life.

The funniest spaghetti you'll ever eat...

I got a request to blog my chicken spaghetti recipe, so here it is! I wish I had pictures to blog with it, buuuut I don’t. And of course, what’s a blog post without a story about the stupid things that I do or funny stuff that my friends say?

This is one of my mom’s favorite recipes that I love. It is my go to recipe for whenever I bring a meal over to someone’s house because you can make several batches of it at a time and it freezes well.
 

So the summer before my senior year of college I moved into the apartment complex I was going to be living in my senior year, but not to the same apartment. I sublet a room in a 4 bedroom apartment from my sorority sisters and lived in it by myself. With no TV. But that’s another story for another day.

So despite the fact that tons of people usually stay for the summer in our college town, for some reason no one stayed that summer. My sorority sister, who lived in her apartment 4 floors down, and I were the only 2 Thetas there, a group of about 8-10 Pikes, and a couple large black guys on the basketball team (the fact that they’re large and black will be important later). The 15 or so of us were all really close (still are!) and hung out the whole summer. We took turns cooking dinner as a group and everyone made their “specialty”. B made his mom’s homemade pasta/sauce, L made stuffed chicken, R (who is now L’s husband!) made fried chicken from scratch, and when it was my turn to cook dinner, I made chicken spaghetti.

So I cook all afternoon, make 2 huge batches of chicken spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, etc., and everyone comes up to my apartment for dinner.

So we ate, everyone loved it, and my friend W, a large (like 6 feet 9 inches tall) black man (who was coincidentally also from Dallas the one and ONLY person I knew at UofI when I stepped on campus) sets his plate and fork down (we were all eating standing up around the kitchen), and says

 “Man. This white people spaghetti is good!”

And everyone just kind of goes silent… and I go

“uhhhh, what? White people spaghetti??”

And he says

“Yeah! Black people make spaghetti with red sauce, but this is GOOD!”

And we all DIED laughing. And then I explained to him that yes, white people eat spaghetti with red sauce too, but this is just different.

And from now on, Chicken Spaghetti will forever be known as “White People Spaghetti”

So here you have it, Momma Legally Fabulous’s recipe for  
WHITE PEOPLE SPAGHETTI

3 cups cooked spaghetti
1 1/2 to 2 cups cut up chicken
1/4 cup chopped pimientos
1/2 small onion, chopped
1 can cream of mushroom soup
3/4 cup chicken broth
1/2 t. salt
1 3/4 cup grated cheddar cheese

Mix all ingredients, except cheese, into cooked spaghetti in a 2 quart casserole dish.  Toss ingredients with 2 forks, adding cheese.  Cover and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes or until bubbly throughout.

I tend to use more grated cheese than you’re supposed to because I like it really cheesy. I also usually use more chicken than I’m supposed to (especially if I’m making it for big hungry boys as I was in the instance above!).

Oh and a little Cheat/Tip from Momma Legally Fabulous – buy an already cooked rotisserie chicken from the grocery store and pull it off the bone/cut it up to save time on boiling your own chicken breasts! Easy Peasy!

Weigh-In Wednesday is now WORKOUT WEDNESDAY

Weigh-in Wednesday is going to be postponed for the next couple of weeks. There has just been too much going on and my eating has been out of control and wah wah wah it's my blog I do what I want damn it.

SO - instead of posting about a weigh-in today, I'm going to write about my PLANS!

I tend to lose weight during finals (because I don't really study and finals = no classes = time for the gym), so I'm thinking that studying for the bar this summer is going to be like one big finals session?! And by the time I go take the bar I'll be skinny and glamorous like a super model

So anyway, I'm going to keep tracking my weight and inches on every Wednesday just like I've done since January of 2009, but I'm not going to start reporting the pounds so much anymore...  more reporting my running/fitness/life progress and hopefully we'll have some good weigh-ins in the process. Sound good? Good.

And now on with the plans!

I e-mailed my friend D.A.R over at Just Another Day In Our Midwest Paradise because I knew she started training for some races last summer when she was also studying for the bar. And ALSO because I know she recently signed up for the Chicago 1/2 marathon in September.... So I was kinda running the idea of registering it by her and also put up a gchat status that said "anyone wanna run the 1/2 marathon in September with me?"
and like 5 people responded right away that they were already running, and then I got an e-mail from my friend Jason that said "Do the Proud to Run 10K with me in June, and then we'll do the 1/2 together in September, I already registered."

I am obviously easily talked into things, since I signed up for Proud to Run today and will be signing up for the 1/2 ASAP. So not only will I be running a 1/2 marathon in September, I'll also get to meet one of my favorite bloggers when I do it, YAY!

image from www.proudtorun.org

The "Proud to Run" 10k is a big event on Gay Pride Weekend here in Chicago. I've talked to a couple people who have run it before and they said it's a ton of fun. It starts at 8:04 on Saturday morning (anyone know what the significance to the 8:04AM start time is? I'm sure there is one, I just have no idea what it is.) But Jason said tons of people do the race in drag and then you can just go straight to the gay pride street fest after, which is right by my house and SO much fun. I am really looking forward to it now!

And I think a 10k in June will be great for me... I will have to run while studying for the bar all summer, I can take my time working up to the 1/2 marathon, etc. 

Now I have a plan, I just need to implement it... eeek!

E-Mails from my Mother

I'm sitting at work and just got the following e-mail from my mother:

Subject: I'm Just Saying....

On AOL this morning it has the top 10 places to meet men.  While the other 9 were cities, number 9 was the STATE of Texas.  Number 10 was Austin itself.

Chicago wasn't on the list.

XX
Your Loving Mother

I respond "blah blah blah"
and she writes back "I stand corrected. #9 was DALLAS, #10 was Austin."




Gooooood Grief.

Catching up

First of all – want to say thanks so much for the Happy Birthday e-mails, comments, tweets, and texts. You guys are the best! I had an absolutely wonderful birthday. My mom made me a photo album with pictures from the last 25 years, so I’m thinking about busting some of those out for some upcoming blog posts. My mom called and was like “so what did you think of those pictures?” and my response was “well, I was a really cute baby/toddler, a really fat awkward adolescent, and a really thin and beautiful high schooler.” HA. My mom was like yeah, that’s not exactly what I was asking, but okay. Ha.

As some of you may remember, my roommate got in a wreck in my car. It was in the shop for 2.5 weeks, and I finally picked it up on Thursday night, just in time to pick up my friends from the airport on Friday morning. I also had to pay a $472 deductible, FML.

Yeah. I have had this car for 5 years now without a single incident (except one flat tire, but I hardly think you can call that an incident). And actually I had my old car for 4 years before that with only 1 minor incident (a little scrape quite similar to this one, now that I think about it). And now it’s been out of the shop for 3 whole days and I run into the freaking exit box in the parking garage. Damn it.I have not told my parents about this little incident yet. I guess I’ll be using some of my graduation money to get that fixed. Fffffff.

Also - my little brother graduates from undergrad this weekend. His girlfriend texted me and asked for suggestions for something to get him a graduation present. Any suggestions for what to get a 22 year old boy for college graduation? All I can think of is concert tickets.