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Monthly Archives: May 2004

What we were laughing about

(Scene: Corporate lunch in a conference room. Seated at the table is Penny, Carissa, Jasmine, Weetabix’s sister Mo, and Weetabix) Weetabix : (comes back to the table and hears them talking “the master”) Penny : We were just talking about you. Carissa : Yeah… the technique. Weetabix : Excellent time to talk about that! Surrounded […]

Jiffy pop

I play this little game with myself at Physical Therapy. The game is called ‘How Much Before You Cry?’ and my competitor is a machine that looks very scarily like a fax machine and the playing court is my knee. There are four little sticky pads that get in the four corners around the bulbous […]

Quorn? Kwo Orn? Que Worn? What?

For someone who likes to be pregnant as little as possible, I pay pitifully little attention to the schedule of the magical Not Pregnant Fiesta each month. I don’t understand how that becomes a non-issue in my head. I know when it’s happening, I’m happy when it’s done, but if it isn’t one of those […]

Dolly grip

Over the weekend, a friend was telling someone I had only met that night (who, upon hearing my name, said ‘Oh, so THIS is the infamous Weet!’ which is always a little scary to hear when meeting someone for the first time) about how she now had mad oral skilz and told a story with […]

The Lerg beneath Your Wings

Sometimes, I worry. About people. About my friends. About my family. I’ve given up worrying about the government and the stupid (times twelve) things that it does a long time ago. And maybe it’s because I was the oldest child (and was, some have argue, the default parent) but I have this fiercely protective nature […]

The one with all the pumping

Last weekend was a lovely weekend, all told. I languored around doing absolutely nothing on Friday night, basically blew most of my night waiting for Esteban to come home from cleaning out his office (he changed jobs recently). He finally came home at 8:30, forgetting to procure a Jake’s Pizza as he had promised to […]

Bar bar four hundred and forty thirteen

Hi! Drunk. Cute boys. Much touching. Cuteness. Boobies. Estebsan came out too, and succumbed to the Badness of the Bad BAr. And now.. spinny spinny spinny. Much advil, much water. Took cab home. No w going to hvae sex. LOve you!! mwah! mwah ! mwah! This is will be deleted tomorrow. I’m pretty sure of […]

Practicing random acts of fashion and self esteem, at a mall near you

When Esteban started feeling like crap last summer, one of the things he did to attempt to remedy the situation was to quit caffeine cold turkey. Then he quit his rather excessive soda consumption entirely and began drinking seltzer water instead. So much seltzer water, in fact, that he has gotten a tad compulsive with […]

Weetabix Sometimes

I was brushing my teeth (as I do habitually, because I love me some minty freshness) and somehow knocked the cap of the toothpaste into the toilet, which was in the process of flushing. First of all, euw’ I wasn’t about to stick my hand in there while the boom boom was rushing around, so […]

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