My day started off with a near-inability to get out of bed, followed by the realization that I’m developing a muffin top (google it). Then I ate an unsatisfying, silent breakfast, followed by a quick ten minutes of email checking and being threatened with having my door taken off its hinges. Not a great beginning, but I was determined to find something good about today. Continue reading “[Day 63] Video Girl”
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[Day 52] Here’s to you
When my brother and I were growing up, we often spent time with friends of the family Megan and David. David was three years older than Megan, and I was almost two years older than Vinny, my own brother. I remember how flabbergasted my brother and I would be when Megan and David would fight. And let me tell you, they fought. The reason we were so surprised, though, was because we didn’t fight. At all. Ever. Continue reading “[Day 52] Here’s to you”
[Day 45] Mrs. Nerimon?
One of the best things about getting older is being able to talk to your parents as if you’re almost equals. I say almost because if I slip up and swear or say something inappropriate then I can still get grounded. But almost equals is better than them calling each other “mommy” and “daddy” and having to tell me that there comes a point in life where you can’t wear gaudy, flowery, spandex bike shorts out in public anymore. Continue reading “[Day 45] Mrs. Nerimon?”
[Day 38] Lost in Stereo
When I fall down, I laugh. When I run into something and bruise myself in some way, I laugh. This could be a result of higher levels of testosterone in my system, which is unlikely because I should have seen more radical symptoms by now. So the only other thing I can think of that would have caused this behavior is my upbringing. And by ‘upbringing’, I mean “one and two year old Bri running around the house with her dad tripping her as she runs past and then she laughs and starts running again”. Continue reading “[Day 38] Lost in Stereo”
[Day 8] Gosh I’m Supportive
My brother had some pretty bad luck as a baby. Not only was his hip out of place so he had to wear a giant cast for the first several months of his life, but he was also lactose intolerant and allergic to nuts of all caliber. We found the last two things out because he had red, irritated patches all over him and we found out that through my mom’s milk he was being exposed to things that we were unaware he was allergic to. Continue reading “[Day 8] Gosh I’m Supportive”
Advice.
This post might sound very odd, but it’s an imitation of a poem we read today, called “Girl” by a poet named Jamaica Kincaid. This is a list of various pieces of advice my parents have given me over the years.
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