Category: personal

  • Sharing The Gilmore Love

    If you don’t know this about me, then you need to: I am a die-hard fan of Gilmore Girls. I am not ashamed because it is an excellent show. Even my brother admits it.

    Anyway, I was vaguely aware that my new roommate, Courtney, had a distaste for the show, but I suppose I chose to block it out of my memory because I didn’t want to believe it. The other night we were sitting at the dinner table and she said, “I’ve been eyeing your Gilmore Girls DVDs lately,” and she had this look on her face as if she was about to confess to me that she prostitutes herself at night once we’ve gone to sleep.

    “Have you ever seen it?” I responded brightly.

    “No, I have never watched a single minute of it,” Courtney admitted.

    “Oh! Well let’s watch it! I think you’ll really like it,” I said optimistically.

    “Well here’s the deal,” she said seriously. “My friend Katie and I from college used to hate the show. We would tell each other, ‘Yeah, maybe we do watch Dawson’s Creek, but at least we don’t watch Gilmore Girls.’”

    “But how can you judge it if you’ve never seen it?” I asked sweetly.

    “I know, I know. Anyway, now Katie watches it. She even had a whole party for the series finale. She said to me, ‘Courtney, it’s good! All these years, we were wrong.’ So I’ve been thinking that watching the first episode can’t hurt.’”

    I was so excited to hear this, because getting someone hooked on Gilmore Girls is one of my favorite things to do, up there with eating ice cream and sleeping in. And I just knew that once she gave it a chance, she would like it. (That philosophy hasn’t exactly worked on my boyfriend, but there is another whole obstacle to get past there called Man Pride.) But just in case she wasn’t as thrilled with it as I would like her to be, I told her that she was not allowed to make fun of it if she didn’t like it. She would have to be respectful. And she agreed.

    Well, she likes it. I knew she would. We watched two episodes that night. I definitely could have kept going, but then again this is coming from a girl who watched an entire season in two days. The only thing I wasn’t pleased about was that Courtney kept asking me questions about how things end up on the show. I didn’t want to tell her because I wanted her to watch the entire series and find out the right way. But then again, I didn’t want to upset her by holding out and thus turn her off.

    “So neither of the characters really end up with a guy in the end, do they? I mean, not really?” she asked me at one point.

    “Courtney, the focus of the show is the pair of mother-daughter relationships. It’s about the Gilmore Girls. So no, there’s no big wedding at the end or anything, but that’s beside the point. You just want to know that the girls are OK.”

    As I gave this little speech Courtney couldn’t help giggling.

    “What?” I asked.

    “Nothing, nothing,” she said, stifling a smile. “That was just very heartfelt.”

    I am very loyal to my friends…even my fake ones.

  • Overheard Waiting For The Bus

    Guy #1: What time does this bus come?
    Guy #2: A quarter till three, man.
    Guy #1: Does that mean 25 minutes till three or fifteen?
    Guy #2: Fifteen, dude.

    A few moments later…

    Guy #1: Do you think reading minds is wrong?
    Guy #2: No.
    Guy #1: So you think it’s OK to read someone’s mind?
    Guy #2: I don’t have a problem with that. But right now I’m just waiting for my bus, OK?

    Guy #2 was pretty annoyed with Guy #1…I don’t blame him.

  • Not Just For Mothers

    I was at work stuffing envelopes today with a bunch of my coworkers, just listening to the conversation. At the end of each month we have to send out heaps of checks to creditors and it takes a couple of hours to get them all folded and put into envelopes, even with a bunch of us working on it. No one really likes doing it, but we try to enjoy it as best we can. Usually I just observe and come away with a funny story or conversation that I have overheard, like the time I listened to one lady relating the story of her first experience buying condoms over the weekend.

    Today, however, was different. Today I was educated. Today I learned all about the science of coupon cutting.

    One of my coworkers is ALL into it. She buys at least three Sunday papers, goes through the coupons, organizes them into a binder, and then watches the sales. She taught us how to get free products, how to work each individual store, what each different kind of coupon means, and lots of other tidbits. Our favorite story was how she was able to get 40 tubs of butter for free. What she did with 40 tubs of butter is beside the point. Everyone at the table was riveted! We even asked her to do a lunch-hour workshop on the subject.

    I know that coupon cutting is like the ultimate in domestic, old, and uncool. But I can’t help it–I’m picking up a Sunday paper.

  • I’m Back And On The Attack

    Well, I think that I may have been the last of my group of friends to finish reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but finish it I did. SO good. Perfect, actually. As soon as I closed the back cover I had the immediate urge to re-read the entire series, but alas, that must wait because I have many books lined up.

    Speaking of, I am house-sitting for my roommate Courtney’s parents this weekend while they are on a family trip.

    Their dog Harry is a lot different than Teak and Riley! A lot easier to take care of in many ways. He accompanied me to my soccer game this morning. I think he liked it. I am seriously considering setting up a house-sitting/pet-sitting business! So spread the word, if you’re a Houstonian.

    I missed my blog this week. I’m glad to be back.

  • They Think This Is Funny?

    Just a few minutes ago I was driving home, trying to keep myself awake (as usual), when out of nowhere I heard a loud THWAP! on the outside of my car door. It scared me so bad that my heart is still beating rapidly. At first I thought a rock had hit the car, but then I looked at my window and I saw all this opaque liquid running down. My next thought was, “Did I just witness the biggest bird crap in history?” But upon inspection of the car once I got home, I saw a little piece of eggshell clinging to the door. I was EGGED, people, EGGED! Boyfriend David had to explain to me that this is a thing that kids like to do: hide in the bushes or behind walls or fences and throw eggs or water balloons at the cars going by. When I was trying to figure out what hit my car my feelings were mostly those of shock and curiosity. But once David enlightened me on what really happened, they quickly turned to anger. Now I must vent. I mean those stupid kids could cause a wreck! It’s just plain mean! It has never once entered my mind that that would be a fun thing to do. I don’t understand it. And since I’m too lazy to do anything about it tonight, I’m gonna have dried egg goop on my window tomorrow to clean up. Simply lovely!