January 2010
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Friday AM girl talk:
Alex (age 2): Miss Julia, Imma hit Cooper. (Context: Cooper is her older BF, I believe he's 3.)
Me: Oh no! That's not so nice, bug. Why?
Alex: Cooper pull my arm.
Me: Oh no, he pulled your arm! Hitting and pulling are big no-no's. Is he still your boyfriend?
Alex: Yeah. [shrugs] It's cool.
i want to do an east coast/midwest/south tumblr...
missjacobi:
so that i, along with all the washingtonian tumblrs (lauren, chrissy, jess, kate, jodi, maryanne, katie, dani, and julia) can actually meet awesome people like casey, georgina, lindsay, emily, alishan, tatiana, meg, theodora, marissa, robert, rusty, and jade. (sorry if i forgot you in either of these lists but i follow so many all-star blogs it’s hard to keep track of you cool...
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“Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die...”
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via fullcredit)
RIP.
For more on the life and death of a true literary game changer:
NPR Books
GalleyCat
NYT
BBC
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January 22, 1983
My parents are a story of opposites.
My mother grew up on a farm in rural, central Illinois. She learned to drive in a cornfield at the age of 11. She has three older brothers and was born with bright red curly hair. She smiles at strangers and worries about them, too. She believes in the benefit of the doubt and always remembers.
My father shares his hometown with 18 million other people. He...
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“Omg. I’m at “Mommy and Me” swim and there is the hottest dilf...”
– Me, via Txt this morning
Again, file under things I *should* be ashamed of
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There is something you should know about me...
…before we get too close to February. I just so I don’t blindside you with this.
I think you should know that I love Valentine’s Day.
Let me give you some context for emphasis. Last V-day, my car was towed from the parking lot I left it in the night before. I walked down to Georgetown and was asked to pay $172 (way to be arbitrary, DC!) hard-earned smackaroos to get him...
death by the numbers, for perspective
graceinsmallthings:
Revolutionary War: 8,000 War of 1812: 2,200 Mexican-American War/Alamo: 2,000 Civil War: 213,000 WWI: 50,000 WWII: 300,000 Korean War: 30,000 Vietnam War: 50,000 Iraq: 3,400 Afghanistan: 700 2004 tsunami: 230,000 Haiti: 72,000 (thus far)
**all war statistics based solely on U.S. military casualties
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10 Pieces of Tuesday Truth:
I am so tired that I can’t muster the energy to brush my hair.
My e-mail inbox reads “97”
My Google Reader is stuck at 1,000+
Yesterday was a blur of great. I spent it in NYC. After a three hour lunch with one of my favorite people on the planet, Jill, I had my first blog blind meet up with Marian of Marian Librarian. Coffee turned into two hours of funny and wonderful.
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For 5 whole days I lived without:
Tumblr, Gmail, GChat, Twitter, Facebook, and wait for it…my CELL PHONE.
Yup. No lie. 5 blissful, perfect days!
I will confess that a teensy bit of me missed it all…but only a teensy bit. Never fear though, I’m in the U.S. o’ A (Miami Intl. Airport, to be exact) and I’m certain that I’ll be back to my old Internet-addicted self by Tuesday.
Expect photos,...
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I know my calculus/ It says...
snow day+preschool cancellation=later nannytime…
…which =’s strawberry-cinnamon pancakes!
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Logical Conversation: Version...
Me: Guys, guess what? I'm going to Mexico for a little next week. I won't be able to come over and play.
Danny (age 4): Well, I've been to Mexico. We are more fun.
Me: Hm. Do you think it could be a tie?
Georgia (age 2): [From the other room] MY DADDY WEARS TIES!
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“After discussing the Jersey Shore, my boss declared that GWU will hereby be...”
– Britty’s gchat status
PS: Overheard on the radio this afternoon= Snooki’s two most prized possessions? “My bronzer and my eyeliner. ‘Cause if you’re out and you look in a mirror and you look pale…you put on the bronzer. And if you need more eyeliner…you put...
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