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Explosions and this guy

5 Jul

Explosions and this guy

On Saturday morning, Meg and I spontaneously decided to have a Fourth of July party. We do have a back porch, after all. And when Rob stopped by for breakfast, he offered the use of his grill. Really, it would be criminal to not have people over. With no further ado, the top 10 things we learned from this event: (more…)

Magic mind control!

6 Apr

Magic mind control!

So I have this running joke that if you complain about something, it magically gets better. For instance, if you tolerate a noisy car alarm for a while and then grouse about it, it somehow stops honking the second you finish your sentence. Sounds silly, but time and time again, voicing a well-timed and valid complaint seems to work. (This belief has been proven so often that one of my colleagues says that I control the world with my mind. I wish.)


While we were walking down Guerrero tonight, Craig found a file folder holder on the street. “Crazy,” he said. “Just yesterday I was saying I need one of these.” So he picked it up.

Then, as Meg and I were discussing the home organizer’s belief that our new feng shui-ed out kitchen setup would bring more money into our lives, we stumbled upon some cash on the sidewalk. (Meg used it to leave a generous tip at the ice cream parlor.)

Yesterday, I said that I wanted a cupcake; an hour later, Sabrina, not knowing of my cupcake lust, IMed me to say that I should come over and grab one of the treats she’d baked. Bingo! Cupcakes. Today, I wished I had a better umbrella because mine is broken, and one randomly arrived in the mail.

I don’t believe in The Secret and all of that new agey manifestation stuff, but I do love odd coincidences like this. Tomorrow, I will wish for Ryan Gosling and Kate Moennig to deliver a bucket of kittens. Will provide updates when this inevitable event goes down.

The purge

3 Apr

Earlier this week, my roommate brought in a personal organizer to help her with her office and bedroom. Or maybe the woman should be called an organizing expert. I don’t know what the official job title is, but the end result is a much tidier space. Looking at Meg’s freshly neatened closet made me glare at my own disastrously messy one. In my defense, mine is pretty Lilliputian. Still.

Today I began a brutal, scorched-earth organization project. I don’t buy a ton of random stuff, but it’s still horrifying to see how many unnecessary things were lurking in my bedroom. Pilates kit, baseball hat, feathered cat toys, knit mittens, on and on.

In going through my clothes, I realized how much emotional attachment I assign to certain outfits. Hell, I still remember the dress I wore to dinner 13 years ago today. (Patchwork, clipped in the back, worn with old-man cardigan sweater. In retrospect, it was impressively unattractive.) (more…)

“Hey, Annie.”

31 Oct

“Hey, Annie.”

People kept saying hello to me yesterday. Even firefighters waved and yelled, “Hi, Annie!” It was easy to stay in character.