day 5

so i totally tried to be a cool kid and look just like stephanie tanner. i even tried taking pictures with my webcam, tilting my head and squinting my eyes a bit. yea, i really did. i guess i'll have to settle for katie couric, circa 1993.

since i already did this one last year, i'm not putting nearly as much effort into it. here are my celeb look-alikes.

confession: i kind of wish kate winslet was on my list. i have a little girl crush on her.

oh, and who would mikey be? hillary clinton, duh.

day 4

I complain a lot about school, but the truth is that I am impressed with the effort I put into it. My program consists of only ten students out of many applicants and I was offered a spot in all but one program I applied for. I’m consistently surprised with the grades I’m getting but I know I’ve earned it. Very few of my friends finished college in 4 years and went right on to complete their masters, if at all. I was asked this week by two of my professors to sit as a student representative on the school’s Academic Integrity Board.

Also, I kick ass at Wii bowling.

day 3

Hm. Color me stumped. I’m not very crafty. I can’t really cook (unless ramen in the microwave counts). I don’t know how to make baba ganoush or tie a bow tie. Would you like to know how to make a birdhouse? I am not the girl to ask.

So I’m totally stealing someone else’s skill.

See this pretty basket of flower cookies? I didn’t even make them!



Esther made these as favors for a shower. Maybe when Lisa was preggers with Maeve? Anyway, they were a hit and they tasted delish. Start by buying a few different flower cookie cutters. Maybe add a butterfly or lady bug in there too. Make a bunch of cookies, frost them, decorate them, all that jazz. (What, you want the recipe? Uh, ask Esther.) Wrap them in clear cellophane, after the frosting is dry, and tie with a pretty ribbon. I honestly don’t know how the stick was attached- taped inside the cellophane? Outside? Was it baked into the cookie? Esther, help a girl out. Anyway, put one of those green floral sponge things in a basket and stick the cookies in there. Cover with Easter grass. Oh, and don’t forget to hand them out to people when they leave! (We would never do that…)

day 2

I have a presentation tomorrow that I’m working on, but I thought I’d take a quick break to blog. Plus I’m cutting things pretty close, I don’t want to be a BufBloPoFo loser on day 2!

I don’t really have one favorite food. I am incredibly lucky to have tried so many amazing foods, but I don’t think I could choose just one. It would not include mushrooms or shellfish, mostly because Mikey loves them so much. Maybe we'd jam out to some Spice Girls in the background. One thing is for sure, it would be at Mom and Dad’s table. Instead of choosing just one meal, I thought I’d list a bunch of my favorites!

Favorite Meal:
Mom’s roasted chicken. Rice with the drippings. Green bean casserole.

Favorite Left-overs:
Meatloaf sandwich on white bread, little bit o’ mayo. Only Mom’s meatloaf though. I’ve never ordered it at a restaurant and the thought of eating it at someone’s house grosses me out.

Favorite Fast Food:
Subway. (does this count as fast food?) Sweet onion, Chicken teriyaki on honey oat. Provolone cheese and sweet onion sauce, nothing else!

Favorite Drunk Food:
This is a toss up. Either a chicken finger sub from Jim’s or waffle fries from ETS. Or McDonald’s. Hm, guess I don’t have a real favorite for this category.

Favorite Hungover Food:
Ramen and a Diet Coke.

Favorite Restaurant Memory:
There are 2. Dad already mentioned the first one here. We still reference than night all the time! The second one was when all the siblings went to NYC to visit Cecilia and we went out for a fancy dinner with lots of wine. I was not very mature, apparently, and stuck a leaf from the plant on the table in my front teeth. I proceeded to smile at our waiter every time he came to the table. Ah, memories.

Day 1

Anyone who reads this (all 3 of you) or talks to me on a regular basis knows that I don’t lead the most exciting life. My regular schedule goes a little something like this: homework, class, TV, sleep. Repeat x 4. Booze a little on the weekends. Start all over again. Mikey, if I can’t think of 3, can I just watch the girls while you pack?

1. School. I’m taking a little homework break to write this pathetic little update on my life. You all know the deal… I love it, but I can’t wait to be done. It’s a ton of work, but I know it’ll be worth it soon. Blah, blah, blah. I should be finding out my practicum placement for next year pretty soon, which is super exciting. I can't wait to get into the schools and actually work with the kids.
2. IRELAND! After 2 sessions of summer classes, I’ll be headed to Ireland with the fam for Dad’s super sweet 60th. We’ve been talking about this trip for YEARS and it’s finally almost time to go. Since I’m the queen of procrastination, I spend tons of time googling things to do in Ireland. Oh, and looking for cute, comfy shoes.
3. My apartment. I know this isn’t really new news, but I still love it. It’s pretty and girly and it doesn’t smell like garbage. I don’t have to deal with the drama of living with 5 girls. It’s the perfect location for the St. Patrick’s Day parade (which is tomorrow… look forward to a post about my favorite drunk food!)

Ok, back to my homework. See ya’ll tomorrow!!

babies having babies

A 15-year-old girl had a baby with her 13-year-old boyfriend. THIRTEEEEEEEN! When I was 13, I'm pretty sure I was still playing with Barbies. If I had a baby when I was 13, it would be 10 right now!! Craaazy! Baby Daddy looks like he is about 10. He's only 4 feet tall and he still has a squeaky little boy voice. Even worse, she got preggers when he was only 12. WHERE are your damn parents? Ugh, makes me so mad and scared to work in schools.

In an interview, Alfie (the baby daddy) was asked how he would care for his new baby financially. His answer? Get ready for this... He said, "what's financially?" Look at more creepy family pictures and watch the video here.





In completely unrelated news, I had my first presentation last week and got a 49 out of 50. I beat myself up over the 1 point for about 2 seconds, then reminded myself it's still an A. I had a big report due today in another class, so I feel good about finishing that. I have a bit of time off in the next 2 weeks so hopefully I'll be able to spend some QT with everyone before things start getting really crazy. Perhaps some wii dancing at mom and dad's? :)

world's fastest recap

Even though I’m settled into a routine at school, I am still overwhelmed with how much work I have. Maybe that’s just because I never did the reading in undergrad and I read every word now. I can’t get away with skipping class to watch lifetime movies anymore. Last semester I ended up with above a 4.0! (3 A’s, 1 A+… I must be doing something right)

Over break I caught up on all the seasons of Lost. I’m completely hooked, but if I had watched it on tv when it started I would never stick with it. I think the sci-fi crap is stupid, and giant smoke monsters are just weird. I won’t say too much more because I know Mike and Lisa are slowly catching up. If you watch like 4 episodes in a row then go right to bed, you have some messed up dreams.

I’m so freakin’ excited to go to Ireland! My passport came in... just wait til you see my picture. It's hott.

Today Jess and I saw a guy pushing a woman around outside from the comfort and safety of our apartment (and by pushing, I mean beating the crap out of her). We called 911 but never actually saw the police come, and the happy couple left a few minutes later. As we watched, 3 different people walked by them and did nothing.

My freshman year roommate had a baby last week and I’m going to visit them in Oklahoma in a few weeks. Another college roommate is getting married next summer. This is all very crazy to me, and I think they need to stop playing house.

Miles has called me Mar-Mooey a couple times and it's really friggin cute.

I just watched all 3 1/2 hours of the Grammys. John Mayer is dreamy, but I can't watch his weird expressions while he sings.