A Look at the Every Day
I am again attempting to get my house settled. It’s still a very slow process. But I’m trying to get on board with this whole house thing. Especially because it’s really the only thing that isn’t way awesome about living in the boot. I love everything else– the people, the food, the daily life. But…Keep…
The scene: KK calls Colleen back CL: Hi dude. What are you doing? KK: Um, Adam and I just went over our ballots and discussed all the issues and made our decisions so we’re ready to vote tomorrow. What are you doing? CL: Ripping all my Debbie Gibson CDs to iTunes. Yep, that’s almost as…Keep…
I have decided to vote via absentee ballot in Napa County in the upcoming elections mostly because I didn’t know I was moving to Louisiana until after the date to register elsewhere. So my parents forwarded my ballot onto me and I received it Saturday (cutting it close, I know). I sat down at my…Keep…
Halloween on a Friday night in New Orleans. Not gonna lie, the idea kinda scared me. I don’t do well in crowds. Or at least driving towards them. I left my house around 10 and spent approximately 45 minutes driving to a destination 10 minutes away. I spent the majority of the time circling, looking…Keep…
Tonight is Halloween, which (naturally) means that last night was spent looking for costume parts. I began my mission around 6:30, already feeling dejected and not at all enthused at the thought of having to take on the swarms of last-minute costume-shoppers like myself. I didn’t have anyone to shop with and that bummed me…Keep…
I heard a friend re-tell this story and I thought this was an interesting tale so I’m passing it on. Consider it food for thought and not an endorsement. Yesterday on my way to lunch, I passed one of the homeless guys in that area, with a sign that read “Vote Obama, I need the…Keep…
KA hit the nail on the head. This is why I heart her: she and I agree on this sorta thing and feel the need to blog about it. And because she scrapbooks. Yes, I verb-ed my hobby: to scrapbook. Halloween Costumes 101 For the record, I’m dressing up as a gangster. Because they wear…Keep…
I think it’s safe to say that I have a very strong aversion to my new place. I haven’t really unpacked a lot of things in hopes that I will magically wake up and love my new apartment and want to enjoy the newness that comes with the unpacking. So far, no luck. We all…Keep…
As I sit in my new pad watching the ridiculousness that is the Real Housewives of Atlanta (it’s like a trainwreck from which I cannot look away) I begin to feel my apartment shake a little. Just a slight little tremor. Immediately, my California brain looks for the nearest hanging light fixture to confirm the…Keep…
