tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135255522011-04-21T16:26:09.908-06:00No, really - you are.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1158031527494602162006-09-11T21:23:00.000-06:002006-09-11T21:25:27.503-06:00

Five years ago I was 22. I lived in Queens with my college roommate, and I worked at a talent agency, spending ridiculously long hours there in exchange for a ridiculously small salary. I took the N train to Union Square every day and always came up at the north-west exit, on Union Square West, across the street from Coffee Shop. Five years ago I’d started thinking about leaving New York

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So next time I'm playing "I Never", if someone says that they've never had a drunk stripper in their house who was arrested on domestic violence charges later that night, I'll totally have to drink.

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My sister is a brilliant, brilliant woman.I always knew she was pretty bright – she got straight As (or close) in high school, graduated from college summa cum laude (I think. Maybe magna.) (Ha! I typed magma the first time! They should totally make that a type of honors – for people who are so smart that they are like molten rock!), and is currently busy getting her PhD in neuroscience.

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Wilbert got fired by his daycare today. Technically, they call it failing him. But they called Ben in the middle of the day and said he had to come get Wilbert and take him home and he wasn't allowed back. Which is pretty much getting fired, I think. Details are sketchy – Ben was too pissed off to really ask much and I don't ever want to deal with them again so I don't want to call and ask.

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We are in our twenties and thirties. We are different shapes and sizes, different hair, eye, skin colors, different politically. We are eight, now, but soon will be more, and still miss the two who ignored Horace Greeley and went east instead. We are Bijou, Cuba Libre, Gin Daisy, Grasshopper, Kir Royale, Southern Ginger, Vamp and Velvet Hammer. We are the Ladies United for the Preservation of

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A couple of months ago, late one night, we saw a fox in our front yard. Today, we saw one in the alley behind the house a few doors down. At 8:30 in the morning. Sitting in the sun. With cars whizzing by a hundred yards away on Louisiana.She was looking around calmly, swishing her tail every so often. She didn't leave when Ben and Wilbert walked out to the car. She didn't leave when I came

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I am feeling a little betrayed. Granted, it is by a huge multi-national corporation, none of whose employees know me at all, but STILL.IKEA is opening a store in Utah in early 2007.UTAH! Home of Mormons and.....I don't know, more Mormons. What else does Utah have? Oh, right, pretty soon, an IKEA. Bastards.I found this out during one of my occasional checks of the “coming soon!” listings on

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I found out tonight that my neighbor's name is Linda. I've been calling her Kathy for over a year.

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This is my entry in the December Blogging for Books contest, currently hosted by Joshilyn Jackson. I meant to write about something else entirely but then this happened. Last night I intended to bake cookies and write Christmas cards. Instead I spent the evening at the emergency vet. I'm so sorry.Everything is fine. That's what I keep telling myself. But what I keep hearing is that I fucked

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Remember how when you were, oh, 12 or 13, you and your friends would have huge crushes on people and you'd absolutely have to talk about them and write notes to each other about them and be all into them and possible never talk to the actual person but that wasn't the point? And remember how it was dangerous to use the crush's real name because, hi, notes get intercepted and fellow school bus

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Living in central Denver, we don’t see a lot of wildlife around our house. Frequently squirrels, occasionally bunnies, many pigeons (many, MANY pigeons), but not much beyond that. Last night, we saw a fox outside our house. It’s not uncommon to see a fox here or there around Denver. I believe the first dens were in the Polo Club grounds (a high-end residential gated community in the middle of

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1128488010731209032005-10-04T22:53:00.000-06:002005-10-04T22:53:30.736-06:00

My sister called me tonight. She said that she just wanted to make sure that I knew she loved me. I said that yes, I knew, what was going on? She said she just wanted to make sure I knew that. I asked what was up. She said that a friend's brother had killed himself yesterday. I never knew this boy. I barely know the friend. I'm four years older than Amy, and she and this girl were friends

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1. Low-fat crustless quiche is not really quiche at all. More, it is gross scrambled eggs that are the wrong texture. Quiche requires flaky, buttery, delicious pastry before it can truly be called quiche.2. If one is sauteing green beans, and one decides to go check one's email, and one then decides to look at Salon, and one gets caught up in reading an article on fat camp for teens, one should

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When I first started working at the CSO, I parked in a lot about half a mile from the office. Parking is expensive in downtown Denver, and this place was only $25 a month. Couldn't be beat, but it was far enough from the office buildings that not too many other people walked that way, especially at night, so I got a thing of pepper spray to keep on my keychain, just in case. Eventually I took

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These French germs are killer, man....yesterday, day 5 of being sick, I finally started to feel better. Until the evening, when I suddenly got a lot worse again. Ben's worse too - he got sick on Saturday, on our way back to Denver, and today he's also much worse. We've been lying around on the couch, watching tv and movies, feeling sorry for ourselves; it's really kind of pitiful. That'll

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We're back from Europe. It was a great trip, but I'm so glad to be home - I got sick on Thursday and it's so not fun to be all sneezy and coughy and sore-throaty and sniffly when you're 8 timezones from home in a place that disapproves of herbal tea. I still need to finish my updates about the trip on my livejournal, but I'm not feeling all that motivated right now. So instead I'm sitting on

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1125655524300415502005-09-02T04:04:00.000-06:002005-09-02T04:05:24.306-06:00

First update about the trip over here. It's only the first four days, but I can't write everything now - there's just too much. So just keep checking back there and you'll eventually read it all.

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Europe is amazing. We're having so much fun and taking so many pictures and it's fabulous and I have many things to say but they will have to wait for a cheaper internet cafe or being back in the States. And I've decided that they'll go on my livejournal - I'm going to keep it for travel and use this for everything else. So if you're interested, check in there for updates, but probably not for

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A week from today, Ben and I go to Europe. For 19 days. That’s a really, really long time. We’re going to hit a total of six different cities (in order: Brussels, Namur/Jemeppe, Bruges, Amsterdam, Paris and Galway, then back to Paris) in four different countries (Belgium, the Netherlands, France and Ireland, in case the cities were too much to figure out). We’ll have anywhere from two to six

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I just gave notice at my job. I’ve decided to go back to school to become a teacher – of secondary English, specifically. I’ll spend the next year taking a few classes that I need to get to have the appropriate number of prereq straight English classes, as well as Spanish I because in Colorado that seems very useful to learn. I’ll wait tables to pay the bills, but I can’t start looking for

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My grandfather died on Sunday, less than a week after I posted my last entry wondering if I would ever see him again. It’s for the best, it really is, or so I keep telling myself, and so I mostly believe. He’d been weaker the last few weeks apparently, and was especially weak that morning. They were going to go for a drive, which was one of his favorite things to do in the beautiful Vermont

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1121782684642792202005-07-19T08:17:00.000-06:002005-07-19T08:18:04.650-06:00

My mother is in Vermont right now visiting her parents and has been for the last 3 ½ weeks. She comes home Saturday. I grew up going to Vermont every summer for at least two weeks, sometimes longer. Getting there is a full day of travel. We'd always get up early in the morning and go to Stapleton, later DIA, to catch the first flight. After a layover, usually in Chicago, we'd end up in

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Back in April, Governor Bill Owens vetoed a bill that would have required hospitals to give information about Emergency Contraception to rape victims when they’re treated in emergency rooms. Today in Colorado, NARAL Pro-Choice Colorado and Planned Parenthood of the Rocky Mountains have joined forces to offer free EC to anyone who wants it. One day only, at any Colorado Planned Parenthood

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The people on the 16th Street Mall in Denver are a diverse group. You get your businessmen and women, swinging a briefcase as they speak firmly into their cell phones. You get your teenagers cutting class staring with disdain at the kids on school fieldtrips. You get the homeless and the tourists, the dealers and the sports fans, the artists and the elderly, all together, pushing past each

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I joined Amnesty International today. Because Don Cheadle asked me to. Ben and I watched Hotel Rwanda last night. Technically we watched the first hour and twenty minutes and have the last forty to go – I just couldn’t finish it. I cried and cried, pretty much from fifteen or twenty minutes in until we turned it off. You just keep hoping that something, anything, will go right, that someone

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1119245188424603742005-06-19T23:24:00.000-06:002005-06-19T23:28:25.606-06:00

When Ben and I first started looking for a house, we spent a lot of time driving around the neighborhoods we were interested in, looking at the outsides of houses that we'd found on the internet and picking up flyers for other houses. We were in the Highlands neighborhood one day, just off 32nd and Lowell. There was a cute little brick bungalow that had a for sale sign in the lawn, so I had Ben

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1118953769737000122005-06-16T14:26:00.000-06:002005-06-16T14:29:29.743-06:00

Who here tries to keep track of when property they own or lease is going to have some major construction done on it? Come on, show of hands. Yep, me too. I think it’s important to know if, say, my sidewalk is being repoured, or my bathroom is being redone (Ha! I wish!), or my garage is being rebuilt (Again ha and I wish!). I think it’s something that could cause some inconvenience to me and

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1118866180777535472005-06-15T14:07:00.000-06:002005-06-15T14:09:40.783-06:00

Ever suddenly learn something about yourself that surprises you just a little? Last night, Ben and I were in the car on the way to Wilbert’s graduation from his obedience school classes. We were driving down Evans, talking about I have no idea what, when Ben said something about thespians. Except he pronounced it as thesbian. As in rhyming with lesbian. And I proceeded to freak the fuck

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1118771939961009702005-06-14T11:42:00.000-06:002005-06-14T12:00:39.820-06:00

My sister is a big smarty-pants.Amy graduated magna cum laude from Carleton College this past weekend. This fall, she heads off to Philly where she will spend the next 5 to 7 years getting her PhD in neuroscience (Neuroscience! Brains and stuff! Research that could save lives and stop Alzheimer's and get things named after her someday! See why I say she's a smartypants?) at Penn. My parents,

Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03180275193621308662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525552.post-1118692300989618802005-06-13T13:40:00.000-06:002005-06-13T13:55:39.843-06:00

About two and a half years ago, I started a blog. I started it because I was going to Africa for two months, and it seemed like an easy way to update friends and family with where I was, what was going on, if I'd gone swimming with penguins yet (eventually: yes), etc. They could read it if they wanted to, or not. And it was all fine and dandy for the trip. After I got back, I kept updating

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