This weekend, in between all of the sleeping by the trees and the yelling at the boyfriend for no reason and the watching of the episodes of Friends while on a controlled substance, I attended two birthday parties for my sister’s triplets. The 5th anniversary of the day when I finally became the person my sister was to me. My sister’s kids and I are 17 years apart, while my sister and I are 15 years apart. When I was little I would stand at her doorway at 7 in the morning, waiting in the the dark for her to wake up. She was probably hungover and extremely annoyed that her 4-year-old sister wouldn’t stop staring at her in a creepy “village of the damned” sort of way, but she would always open her eyes, say “fine, come here” and I would crawl into her bed with her. When she left for college, I cried for days, and every time I visited her I bawled hysterically when I was forced to leave by that damn CEO of QVC.
Now my sister is finally getting some payback. Her daughter now does the same things to me that I used to do. Including crying hysterically every time I try to leave the her house. The boys, well, they could care less, but they do get rather excited to see me as they hope that I will bring Trent with me. I hate to admit it, but they totally dig him more than me. I mean, he’s a boy, he can throw them farther in the pool, he has a red jeep and he has a beard. Yesterday was the final reveal of the finished beard to the boys. They were so intrigued, staring, touching and finally asking, “but how did it come out of your face!” I guess I would be amazed too if the only other bearded person I’d seen was Santa.
Anyway, at the first of the two parties, my niece summed up her birthday extravaganza.
Me: “Do you see all the presents? You are one lucky girl.”
Her: “I knnooow. That’s why we invite so many people to our parties.
Me: “Because you want presents? Sloanie, that’s not true, it’s because they’re your friends. Presents are just extra.”
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Have I ever told the Internet about my last night out in the only place in Kansas to vote for the democrats in the last TWO, count em, TWO elections (so don’t blame me for this W. debacle)? Well, as tonight I am heading back to Lawrence, Kansas to visit some lady friends, I figure, it’s time, Internet.
I went to Lawrence to visit my friend The Mara who is one of three people that post regularly on this site. Usually, she posts about the food she ate that day, how much she studied, what she drank the night before…basically nothing having to do with my posts. I should create a new category on this site called “The Mara Comments.” The Mara is the next big Internet Celebrity. I can feel it!
So The Mara and I sat around on our butts with two other girlfriends and did what any young, reckless, crazy girls would do. We watched Gerard Depardeux in “My Father the Hero.” Classic. We are SO FUCKING AWSOME.
After that excitment, the other two girls were too “tired” to go out (with us). They did manage to stay out until 6 a.m. with some random boys…but that’s beside the point. The Mara and I decided to venture out into the night where social people interact with other social people and actually leave their homes/computers/TVs behind. Scary. Seriously frightening. Going out that night taught me why I don’t like to go out with the people who leave their houses.
There was the drunk group of guys just back from their friend’s wedding who seemed to think that our scowls of discontent were invitations to sit way too close to us and feel up The Mara’s thigh. Then, when they got kicked out of the bar, felt the need to return with their pants around their ankles and lay down on the table right next to us.
There was the other group of guys who were extremely irritated that The Mara and I were “spinning” the little men inside the foosball game. They would yell. Then leave the room. Then we would start spinning again. Then they’d walk back in and yell again. It was a never-ending cycle.
Then there was the bartender who I thought was my new best friend. He, for some unexplainable reason, did not feel the same about me.
Then I decided I liked the world with the social people where there were all the pretty lights and colors and I could see four of each person and all the sidewalks seemed to lean to the right. So I went to explore the apartment complex of The Mara.
Then,
I fell asleep.
On the ground.
By a tree.
I dreamed that The Mara found me the next morning by the tree and pointed and laughed and made a fool of me. So I quickly awoke from my slumber, picked some the grass clippings of my shirt, and went back to The Mara’s.
Hopefully tonight I won’t fall asleep on the ground, but damnit, I will spin on the foosball table. Just try and stop me. Bastards.
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Reflections on Year Four
/0 Comments/in Family /by MeganThis weekend, in between all of the sleeping by the trees and the yelling at the boyfriend for no reason and the watching of the episodes of Friends while on a controlled substance, I attended two birthday parties for my sister’s triplets. The 5th anniversary of the day when I finally became the person my sister was to me. My sister’s kids and I are 17 years apart, while my sister and I are 15 years apart. When I was little I would stand at her doorway at 7 in the morning, waiting in the the dark for her to wake up. She was probably hungover and extremely annoyed that her 4-year-old sister wouldn’t stop staring at her in a creepy “village of the damned” sort of way, but she would always open her eyes, say “fine, come here” and I would crawl into her bed with her. When she left for college, I cried for days, and every time I visited her I bawled hysterically when I was forced to leave by that damn CEO of QVC.
Now my sister is finally getting some payback. Her daughter now does the same things to me that I used to do. Including crying hysterically every time I try to leave the her house. The boys, well, they could care less, but they do get rather excited to see me as they hope that I will bring Trent with me. I hate to admit it, but they totally dig him more than me. I mean, he’s a boy, he can throw them farther in the pool, he has a red jeep and he has a beard. Yesterday was the final reveal of the finished beard to the boys. They were so intrigued, staring, touching and finally asking, “but how did it come out of your face!” I guess I would be amazed too if the only other bearded person I’d seen was Santa.
Anyway, at the first of the two parties, my niece summed up her birthday extravaganza.
Me: “Do you see all the presents? You are one lucky girl.”
Her: “I knnooow. That’s why we invite so many people to our parties.
Me: “Because you want presents? Sloanie, that’s not true, it’s because they’re your friends. Presents are just extra.”
Her: Smiles….bascially implying, “I smell BULLSHIT!”
Social interaction is dangerous
/3 Comments/in Fun /by MeganHave I ever told the Internet about my last night out in the only place in Kansas to vote for the democrats in the last TWO, count em, TWO elections (so don’t blame me for this W. debacle)? Well, as tonight I am heading back to Lawrence, Kansas to visit some lady friends, I figure, it’s time, Internet.
I went to Lawrence to visit my friend The Mara who is one of three people that post regularly on this site. Usually, she posts about the food she ate that day, how much she studied, what she drank the night before…basically nothing having to do with my posts. I should create a new category on this site called “The Mara Comments.” The Mara is the next big Internet Celebrity. I can feel it!
So The Mara and I sat around on our butts with two other girlfriends and did what any young, reckless, crazy girls would do. We watched Gerard Depardeux in “My Father the Hero.” Classic. We are SO FUCKING AWSOME.
After that excitment, the other two girls were too “tired” to go out (with us). They did manage to stay out until 6 a.m. with some random boys…but that’s beside the point. The Mara and I decided to venture out into the night where social people interact with other social people and actually leave their homes/computers/TVs behind. Scary. Seriously frightening. Going out that night taught me why I don’t like to go out with the people who leave their houses.
There was the drunk group of guys just back from their friend’s wedding who seemed to think that our scowls of discontent were invitations to sit way too close to us and feel up The Mara’s thigh. Then, when they got kicked out of the bar, felt the need to return with their pants around their ankles and lay down on the table right next to us.
There was the other group of guys who were extremely irritated that The Mara and I were “spinning” the little men inside the foosball game. They would yell. Then leave the room. Then we would start spinning again. Then they’d walk back in and yell again. It was a never-ending cycle.
Then there was the bartender who I thought was my new best friend. He, for some unexplainable reason, did not feel the same about me.
Then I decided I liked the world with the social people where there were all the pretty lights and colors and I could see four of each person and all the sidewalks seemed to lean to the right. So I went to explore the apartment complex of The Mara.
Then,
I fell asleep.
On the ground.
By a tree.
I dreamed that The Mara found me the next morning by the tree and pointed and laughed and made a fool of me. So I quickly awoke from my slumber, picked some the grass clippings of my shirt, and went back to The Mara’s.
Hopefully tonight I won’t fall asleep on the ground, but damnit, I will spin on the foosball table. Just try and stop me. Bastards.
Signs of Extreme Laziness
/2 Comments/in Blond /by MeganWhen the dog is sleeping on the one patch of clean space between the five laundry piles.