2 week notice

i thought i should probably blog something before i leave for 2 weeks. don't worry now, i won't forget about "you." i'll try to capture blog-worthy moments, for i know there will be many, via memos on my phone, slips of paper, napkins, or whatever else is just lying around. have a good 2 weeks!

flashback

so in the 5th grade i asked one of my friends who she thought time magazine voted the person of the year- or it could have been century- my memory fails me...
me: "jennifer, guess who the person of the year is?"
j: "is it a girl or a boy?"
me: "boy."
j: "will smith."
me: laughing hysterically, "no, it's albert einstein."
j: starts to cry, "well i didn't know!!"

facebook reminder

so on the facebook website it tells you which of your friends has a birthday coming up. for example, today is my 18th birthday. i currently have 20 messages in my mailbox from people who have written on my wall wishing me a happy birthday. then i ask myself, is that genuine? would those 20 or so people have remembered my actual birthday if it wasn't for facebook giving them a reminder?

sell early and often

Dear Young Entrepreneurs of America:
with your 7-year old smile, you slyly win over the customer at hand. even though your price for lemonade closely resembling urine is ridiculously overpriced, the customer often feels pressured into shelling out $1 for a half a dixie cup, especially when a Y.E.O.A. mother is standing at the end of the driveway staring you down.
my suggestion: next time, let the customers come to you, instead of pulling your lemonade cart around the neighborhood. also, lower your prices, a tip might be at least considered.
thank you for listening,
katz

the digital age

i finally got my new 20d cannon digital camera up and running! i'm still learning a lot about how it all works but here's one of the first pics i've taken with it. also, be sure to check out my photoblog for other pics taken by yours truly!

directionally challenged

when referring to the Northwest Crosstown Club, a friend of mine asked, "isn't that off Highway 100?"
that would be quite the detour.

we're not all for pyrotechnics

the 4th of july fireworks display was never truly a part of our families festivities. sure, i went when i was a kid because it was the thing all my friends were doing. so each time independence day rolls around, i always ask the fam, specifically my mom, if we're going to watch fireworks this year. a prime example of her loathe towards watching exploding tubes of fire and color, her response:
"we can just watch them on tv."
sarcastically, "thanks mom, you're wrecking my childhood."
"i heard they put on a good show in washington d.c. and i'm sure that's televised."
alas, i spent my night glued to the tv watching red white and blue explode over the washington monument, so that was last year.
this year, Tristin and Isolde was interrupted by the booming. i peeked out of the shutter of our basement window just as the finale was going on (you can tell because the booms get more frequent) i saw a peek of a shower of red over the tops of the trees. my one firework for the 4th of july.
"mom, just so you don't feel bad, i saw one firework from the window last night."
"good, i'm not wrecking your childhood then."
"i guess not."

these wedges aren't made for walking

at a "surprise" birthday party, i found some blog-worthy material among one of the drunken partygoers.
on the verge of tears, she holds up her brand-new white ralph lauren wedges and whines,
"my sshoes got dirrtyy!!" (points to the black dirt found on the top of the shoe)
"oh no! how did they dirty?" a sober one asks.
"from waallkingg!!"