“Do I like yams?”
“Why are you asking me that question?”
“You think I know?”
Happy Thanksgiving!
“Do I like yams?”
“Why are you asking me that question?”
“You think I know?”
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wiscious has mixed feelings about her Halloween costume…

…and I found the best pumpkin ever.

I think at some point you’re supposed to accept your birthday as just another day and be gracious about it or something. I’m not there yet. I spent yesterday telling anybody who would listen You know it’s my birthday tomorrow? It’s my 25th birthday tomorrow. Just putting that out there. Just thought you might like to know.
Is it bad that I want to take cupcakes to work for my own birthday? Like it’s second grade? It’s my birthday so I brought you cupcakes. Feel free to reciprocate on your own birthday.
Usually I feel depressed on my birthday because I’m like, another year’s gone by and I’m not a thin, glamorous telenovela star/volcanologist/rodeo cowgirl! (I know volcanologists are not known for their glamour, but believe me, I’d revolutionize the field in that respect.) But ripping myself apart for what I’m not is counter-productive so this birthday we’re celebrating the fact that in my 25 years of life, I’ve never been arrested or knocked up. Yeah! So far, so good!
Incidentally, it’s also my baby sister’s sweet sixteenth birthday. I’m a little upset, because last time I checked, she was this big:

And now apparently she’s sixteen.
Here is a photo from when we turned 17 and 8:

We have the same smile.
Here’s last year:

I just remembered. I still need to get her a present.
Happy birthday to me and Lara!
And I need a costume. Apparently Halloween at my workplace is A Big Deal. As in, I got asked about my costume in August. Last year I wore a pair of cat ears. That’s it. Well, I mean, in addition to jeans and a t-shirt. I’m a Halloween cop-out.
My ideas so far:
Alice in Wonderland

Ehhhh… then again, a pinafore is not my best look.
Holly Golightly

But I work in a pharmacy, so we hear Golightly but think Go-Lytely and that’s not what I want to evoke.
Scarlett O’Hara

And if you think I wouldn’t use it as an excuse to adopt a fake Southern accent and say things like “I’ve got the vapors!” all day, then I guess you don’t know me very well, do you?
The Green Fairy

Let’s get this Halloween party started! Oh wait. Not appropriate for work. Or anywhere, ever.
Lady Gaga

Mmmk, so I know the dress code says I can’t wear jeans, but can I just forego pants altogether? No? Not ok?
Chuck from Pushing Daisies

I’d have to spend all day explaining it. Chuck. Yeah, a girl named Chuck. From a television show cancelled too soon. And then I’d start sobbing and have to run to the ladies’ room. At least I’d have pie to comfort me.
Most of my ideas would be things I’d have to explain all day. I’m Harriet the Spy/Theda Bara/Joan from Mad Men, you philistine! So yeah, any suggestions for costumes that are easily recognizable but not slutty would be much appreciated.
It’s the Fourth of July, and I have a headcold. There will be no picnics and no firecrackers for me. We wanted to go camping this weekend (I like camping, hate hiking– go figure) but Kurt is working feverishly to finish a project, and I would have been no fun anyway. Let’s just say that I have a real history of ruining outdoor family activities if I am even the tiniest bit uncomfortable.
Yesterday as I was driving to work, NPR had its various radio hosts reading the Declaration of Independence, and I have to admit, I got a little choked up. I may be intensely critical of the United States and its many shortcomings and failings, but hey, I’m from here. This is where I grew up. It will always be a part of me. I can love it fiercely and criticize it fiercely, right?
So in honor of Independence Day, I am making a list of a few of the things I love about America.
It is no secret that I freaking love Mexico. It is a beautiful country with amazing food, great music, and friendly, generous people. I am so lucky to have been able to travel throughout much of Mexico and have all kinds of crazy adventures there. I have spent the day listening to Luis Miguel and feeling nostalgic.
Today is Cinco de Mayo. Long story short: in 1861, France decided to take over Mexico. The Mexicans weren’t very happy about this, obviously, and on May 5, 1862, the outnumbered Mexicans kicked some French trasero at the Battle of Puebla.
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