Here are three truths about my current location.
1) THIS is in the kitchen:
2) There are little to no high-glycemic foods in said kitchen.
3) I am watching the USA v Canada hockey game.
IF YOU GUESSED MY PARENTS’ HOME IN MICHIGAN, YOU GUESS CORRECTLY!!!
1.) My mom drinks boxed wine. I don’t know if I’ve talked about this [...]
Okay, I got kind of Mopey McMoperson there, as I am wont to do. Sometimes when I intend to end an entry with “and then I cried,” I don’t want the entry to start off all cheery and then spiral down into it.I take the balls-and-glory approach of “BAH! SAD! READ ABOUT IT!” However, I [...]
Last Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my stylist’s chair, getting my red revamped. (Oh. I get asked about who does my hair quite often. It’s Beau, at the Snapdragon Salon near Broad Ripple. He is a dream-maker and heartbreaker.)
Next to me was a girl who was getting her hair done for prom. I couldn’t [...]
As you may know, my parents have put the ol’ house up for sale, thus ridding its contents of my childhood and fond memories. In response I’ve been requesting a collection of items I feel will likely get trashed in the move. One of those items?
A Pioneer PL-540 turntable, circa 1973.
This baby was my [...]
Last year, my dad hit the jackpot of all Christmas gifts by getting my mom floor tickets to Celine Dion at Conseco Fieldhouse. The concert was nearly a YEAR away, in November 2008. Still, big win for Dad. So last month, my mom comes down, and on concert day she’s beaming, excited to finally see [...]
…which, in my glorious past life, would mean anticipated drives out to Grand Haven.
Instead, I am once again bawling to the Tim-Allen-narrated “Pure Michigan,” ads, wiping the tears as I’m stuck in rush hour Indianapolis traffic.
I know, I’ve discussed this before. But seriously. Who fucking writes them??? (McCann Detroit agency, apparently.) (See: Gone Fishin’. [...]
I’ve never voted. I was too young for the 2000 election. I registered to vote in 2004 and obtained an absentee ballot in Michigan to send in while I was at IU, and completely missed the deadline to submit it. But for 2008, I was excited. This morning I walked into the Lawrence Fire Department, [...]
I’ve decided that I have to start blogging every day if I ever want to become Carrie Bradshaw. (yes, become – like I’d actually turn in to her – bone-thin, smoking. I do have the contemplative look down. And the incessant questioning.) I realize I got through the entire holidays with nary a blog entry, [...]
I was looking forward to Thanksgiving, because it was going to be my first one in two years where I wasn’t working in big-box retail with its day-after-Thanksgiving craziness. Sometime in the summer my mom had suggested that she and dad come to Indy for Thanksgiving. This was fine, because when two people give you [...]
On the right day, in the right, pitiful mood, I will tear up at those PURE MICHIGAN commericals. You know, the ones narrated by Tim Allen?
They make me so damn nostalgic for Michigan summers. Especially Grand Haven.
Even though Bloomington oozes midwestern charm, cultural variety, and a kind of hedonism only a college town [...]
I wanted to post this a week ago and LiveJournal is so totally worthless.
…I was at the Michigan Homestead this past weekend for my cousin Allory’s wedding. If the weekend had a theme song, it would be “We are Family” by Sister Sledge, because there was much family-togetherness, in the best possible way. Or maybe “Celebrate!” by Kool and [...]
Re: Last night’s American Idol…“Music Gwen Stefani Likes” does not a theme make!
…Still bitter about Gwen Stefani after that bitch stole Gavin Rossdale right out from under me… when I was thirteen.
I brought my very first diary back from Grand Rapids, and the last third is about my Bush/Gavin obsession:
November 12, 1996: “7 days until [...]
I was in Grand Rapids, albeit briefly, this weekend. My mom and aunts were planning a bridal shower for my cousin, Allory, the first of us cousins to get married. For the past three months, every call home made me privy to every. single. detail. of bridal-shower-planning splendor. My mom spent so much time and energy on it, but part of me suspects [...]
I. Arguments I Can’t Help but Start When My Parents Visit
A. Mom
1. Gay Marriage
2. The Fox News Channel
B. Dad
1. How Crappy Steely Dan Is
2. Global Warming
* Embarrassingly enough, I don’t know nearly enough about global warming to conduct a proper debate about it. Just to get my dad riled up, I will usually comment on the current [...]
And thus, here I am, back from my blogging sabbatical. (although “sabbatical” implies that my work here is “important” or “paid for,” which! it is clearly not.)
I think what happened is this:
What happened is this:
I kind of…freaked out, quietly, over the holidays.
I went home to Grand Rapids for a few days at Christmas. It was [...]
Jenn is a 26-year-old writer from Indianapolis, Indiana. She lives downtown in a Civil-War-era house that used to be a brothel. It is now referred to as "The Cockpit."
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