Jersey Baby!Mormon Social Workers....
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
After a slow start, I really got into this book, and I couldn't put it down. I've never really enjoyed reading Holocaust books in the past, but this was a really sweet story.
For our discussion, we ate at a German place...
And we couldn't get enough of the wiener schnitzel ...
Since I enjoyed that book so much, I've decided to continue with the theme. Up next...
Monday, April 28, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
We should invite the new neighbors over for a drink."
"Sure, but how do you know they aren't Mormon?"
"I don't know, I just got this feeling. They didn't read Mormon."
"What does that mean? DIDN'T READ MORMON."
"Maybe it was the horns poking out of their foreheads."
"Did they have Wiccan talismans hanging from their necks?"
"No, but one of them had two piercings in one ear."
"IN ONE EAR?"
"You heard me."
"Dude, you know what that means. We invite them over for drinks and two weeks later someone is going to discover our headless bodies shoved inside the dumpster behind Denny's."
"You're right. I just felt The Spirit leave this conversation. That can't be a good sign."
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
To keep ourselves entertained we were having a Copter competition on the iPhone. I was playing, and Davis started nudging me to get my attention. I, of course, thought he was just trying to mess me up, so I ignored the nudging and kept playing. After an annoying amount of nudges, I died on my game, looked up, and there he was, looking like the star that he is. Davis directed him to the meeting, and he was gone. The second he walked around the corner, we both reached for our phones, and the Mormon gossip chain began. This is the second "star" from Napoleon we've run into, kinda crazy, right? There's nothing like a good old celebrity sighting.
And... whenever I think of Napoleon, I think of the AMAZING When in Rome song... Crazy enough that's the name of the movie that he's filming in NYC right now.
BTW, this version is my favorite one. It's so good it kind of makes me want to cry, is that strange?
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
I hate to shave my legs in the winter. There’s just something about shaved legs in the winter that is absolutely pointless. It’s like making the bed in the morning – I guess people make their bed out of habit, or a sense of duty, but really, what’s the point? It’s going to get messed up twelve hours later, and most likely, nobody will ever see it looking nice, but for some unexplainable reason, people just keep on going about their business, tucking in those sheets, every single morning, like the world will end if one corner is left out.
I’m pretty sure I quit shaving my legs out of laziness. I don’t remember making a conscious decision to quit shaving, but let’s face it, for someone who can barely muster a couple of showers a week, having silky smooth legs just isn’t very high on the priority list. So between the months of October and April I keep my socially-unacceptable-man-legs hidden under pants, leggings, and tights, but every once in a while, they sneak out of hibernation only to be frightened back in by the reaction of their more civilized onlookers.
The looks my fury friends receive are rather shocking. From these looks, you’d think my legs were survivors of a horrible accident left marled and mangled, left so deformed that onlookers cannot muster the strength to look away. These onlookers have to hold their gazes a little longer to convince themselves that what they are seeing is actually real. Many take three or four quick glances, scanning back and forth between my face and my legs, wondering to themselves, “Are those legs really on a girl, or am I just imagining the horror that is before my eyes.”
If only these incriminating eyes knew the joy that my man hair brings me. Gone are the dread filled prickly pear days of snagging nylons on a single day’s growth. Gone is the lava that used to burst through my skin after one bout of shivers, leaving me with nothing to show for my extra time logged in the shower. These days I spend extra time in bed embracing my decision to abstain from the razor. Now my winter coat keeps my legs extra toasty all winter long, while my pocket book lavishes the extra weight it endures with the money it protects from being wasted on shaving gel, razors, exfoliates, and lotions.
Others also reap the awards from my abstinence. My roommates no longer have to navigate their way through my fallen hair to enjoy their showers. Boyfriends no longer look at me with pain filled eyes after running their hands over my sandpaper legs. Instead my legs welcome them with open arms like a hug from a childhood teddy bear. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever dated a boy who didn’t grow to appreciate my leg hair.
While others look down on me for my decision, I’ll continue to enjoy my friends down south, keeping me company throughout the cold winter months. Here’s to hating to shave my legs, until shorts and swimsuits refuse to protect them from prying eyes any longer.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
The highlight of the night was our crazy magician friend... He gave me his signature.. HOLLA.. I guess I can quit my job now... I can't really think about the fact that nights like this are quickly coming to an end.. SIGH...