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October 23rd, 2009 The thing about middle school students is that they are brutally honest. Wondering if your hair looks weird? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you. Concerned that your outfit looks too strange? Most 13-year-olds will HAPPILY inform you of exactly what they think. There is no sugar coating. There is no concern for your feelings, just unbridled, realistic advice and commentary. Sometimes, it’s adorable. For example, a student was once confiding in October 21st, 2009 I am happy to report that I survived my root canal. Actually, I did more than that: it actually went well. I seriously need to give a shout-out to the dental office I went to, because they have been nothing but awesome and accommodating to me. I haven’t felt badly about being sort of a spaz about the dentist, even for a second. They are working with my insurance, my October 21st, 2009 One of the sweetest, most fun Blather-ers, Maggie posted a list of her current “policies” or rules for right now. I try and act all free-spirited and such, but the truth is that I’m a sucker for rules. I like making them, I like breaking them. I especially like when others break them and I get to point it out (what? I’m just being honest!). I got to thinking about October 20th, 2009 The title of this post, my friends, is a regular problem in my life. I have deep thoughts, yo. Lots of them. But some are too long for Twitter; yet, they are not long enough to actually blog. So, you get this ridiculous list format, which you will enjoy, because I said you should. First of all, my dad survived Day 1 of chemo, and was doing just fine as October 19th, 2009 I have written before about the difficulties of navigating friendships during your 20′s, as well as the difficulties of having friends at different places in life. And while my blog may paint a different picture, as I’ve written before about the loss of friendships, the truth is that I’m fortunate to have many different friends in my life: former co-workers, childhood friends, college friends, blogging friends, faraway friends. While I October 18th, 2009 I suppose I should have done this earlier in the month, but I love this monthly check-in that I have stolen from Kapachino… Current Books: I just finished The Wishing Year by Noelle Oxenhandler. It was a really great book, about a woman who spent a year wishing and hoping for the things she most wanted, and the magic behind it. It is (thankfully) nothing like The Secret as far October 17th, 2009 Listen, after I wrote before about my dental anxiety, a billion people wrote me to say, “I was scared, too! It wasn’t so bad!” and “Go see Dr. ______________! He’s really gentle!” Here’s the deal, guys: I never, ever planned on visiting a dentist again. Like, ever. I hate the dentist. Discussing going to the dentist makes me break out in a horrendously unattractive rash, and can even push me October 16th, 2009 I read this poem earlier this week on this site, and it’s been in my head ever since: Flood I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps. The room itself: “You’re wasting this life expecting disappointment.” I packed my bag in the night and peered in its leather belly to count the essentials. Nothing is essential. To the east, the flood has begun. Men call to each other on October 16th, 2009 Normally, I am thrilled beyond all reason when it is Friday; however, this week, I am bitter and depressed because it means that I have only the weekend barring me from my return to work. BOO! Still, here are a few things I’m loving this week: —Some of my favorite ladies started a new blog called Style Lush, and they asked me to be part of it! Check me out October 15th, 2009 I have a vivid memory of being a child, and my dad taking me to the doctor because I’d been really sick. I was feeling terribly nauseous, and when we were there, I puked in the waiting room. I remember my dad cleaning me up, in my little pink sundress, and making me laugh until we could finally get into the doctor’s office and then go home. Today, the roles |
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