dear Dr. Freud,

Last night I had the strangest dream.

I was hanging out with Rachel Miller, an elementary school friend of mine who I don't talk to anymore. We were at Camp, and I cut my elbow, so she rooted around the medicine cabinet to find some antiseptic. I lay down on a bed, and Rachel leaned over me to apply the antiseptic, when ---

Lo and Behold, she spilled a whole package of sewing needles into my vagina!!!


Isn't that the strangest thing? We had to use tweezers to get them all out.

craft project extravaganza

This is the project I followed from NotMartha,
Which I found through LeaPeah Peehead,
Who was mentioned by Dooce.

This was one of the funnest projects I have ever done. Maybe because I got to spend quality time (four days) with Tova. Maybe because we talked about boys the whole time. Maybe because I LOVE TO CRAFT.

Nicole's Fun Set

Thousands of millions of glass marbles

Sasha's Brown and Pink and Braff set

Benja's Classy Black and White set (with a touch of Benjamin Franklin)

Jeremy's Fun and Dirty set

balancing the checkbook

This morning, after an incredibly long two-hour breakfast and Elle magazine catch up, I balanced my checkbook. For some reason, this task takes me HOURS. I use Quicken, which is a fun little computer toy that makes inputing receipts and reconciling bank statements really exciting. Seriously. But it still takes me years, perhaps because I read every grocery list fully before typing it in. Also I make little piles on my desk of special records -- what to split with roommates (household and alcohal), medical bills to get reimbursed, etc. And then because I am anal, I staple all the receipts to the statement, file that, and then print and file the Quicken report seperately. This is all because of a story I heard from a coworker whose suitcase was lost during travel, but was reimbursed by the airline two thousand dollars when she provided receipts of the missing clothing.

Balancing four months worth of receipts has yeilded some interesting memories, including:

• That time in August when I was making money. Sigh...
• That time in Peru when I got a counterfeit 100 note
• That time in September when gas was $2.96 a gallon FOR THE CHEAP KIND
  
• Before school started when we had a heat wave and I walked to Ralphs to buy a twenty-four count box of popsicles (and sixty dollars cash) which I finished after two days
• That time I went crazy at Gap and bought fourteen silk ribbons because they were pretty and on sale, but it was so worth it because as I was standing in line with the bunch dripping from my hand, the lady behind me asked if I was a stylist.
• Starting up Yoga Booty Ballet again with Sasha
• Why is my printer paper half an inch longer than my bank statement paper?

Ahhh, the holidays. All that vacation really gives you time to reflect on your year.

baby charlie

cutest kid ever, bar none.

scared of santa

This has to be my new favorite online photo gallery:

The Scared of Santa Photo Gallery.

Makes me wish I were Xtian.

parents gossip. a lot.

I finally told my mom tonight. I was like, "Oh, by the way, I have a boyfriend. I thought I should tell you."

When she asked who it was, I told her, and she goes, "OH! I THOUGHT so!!," and then goes on to tell me how when she called from DC a few days ago, we were talking to each other in the background, and she thought it was suspicious that he was over at 10:30 in the morning, being that I am a lazy sloth and don't rise from bed before noon, and how she told my dad, and he said it was no indication of anything, but she argued that it definitely was out of the ordinary.

MY PARENTS DISCUSSED THIS EVEN THOUGH IT HAPPENED OVER THE PHONE WHILE MY MOM WAS IN WASHINGTON DC?!?!?. Which meant either a) She immediately phoned my dad to share her suspicions, or b) My possible love life merited a conversation three days later when my parents were reunited in person.

God, they have no lives.


(Mind you, when we had that initial DC phone conversation, she mentioned nothing after "Oh, who are you talking to?," just kept yabbering on about the monuments and museums. The Boy was sure that she had wised up and figured it out, but I kept insisting that she miscalculated the time difference and therefor wasn't phased that I had a boy over so (relatively) early in the morning. Look which one of us knows my mom better.)

the sound of sarcasm

Abbey and I watched The Sound of Music last night on TV. It was sweet. We were incredibly cynical. Abbey's hits:

"Oh! This is the part where they make sweet, passionate love! And by that, I mean they're going to kiss with their mouths closed."

"Do you think they're going to have sex now, or wait 'till they're married?" (this about Gayorg and the Baroness)