On Obama's Recent Trip to Los Angeles
Mom: Did you vote for Obama?
Mom: So did I, but I didn't tell your dad.
(My dad voted for Obama, too.)
Reason #12 Why I'm Glad to Be Home
Today, my parents came and picked up Piggie Smalls when I was at work because I’m on a six day stretch and they’re gonna babysit her for a couple of them so she’s not all cooped up. When I got home, I found this on my counter—some of my most favorite treats and a roll of quarters—because they know I’m stressed, exhausted and over it. I love them.
When 80's Aren't Just Goodies Anymore
In less than a month, I will no longer be a member of the 20’s club. I’m not going to mourn any kind of loss. Thirty, I embrace you. That being said, I don’t sense I’m going to be overly jazzed about no longer starting my age with the number 2. In any case, I realized how long three decades on this planet is yesterday when I heard Billy Idol’s “White...
I may almost be 30, but there seems to be an abundant amount of “have yets” in my life. Simple ones. Things most people my age experienced 15 years ago. For starters, I have yet to see the Star Wars movies. Any of them. It should come as no surprise, then, that I have also never seen any Star Trek episodes. And it’s not that I’m not a fan of sci-fi, I like sci-fi. This...
Reason #335 Why I'm Glad to Be Home
I have the opportunity to torture my father on a regular basis.
Ilana Gets an Antibiotic Shot
Doctor: Guess where this is going to go?
Ilana: My arm? [with nervous giggle/hope]
Me: Your butt!!!
Ilana: Wait, what? Why? No, this is mortifying. Can't we do it somewhere else?
Doc: Sorry, nope. Now there's two ways we can do this. You can lay down or stand up.
Ilana: Um, yeah. I'm gonna take it like a man and stand up. [thoroughly flustered/getting flushed]
Doc: Well then, you're going to need to bend over.