tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292335182011-10-01T08:46:18.189-05:00Things happen to me a lot. Because you've been good, I'll share them with you.A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.comBlogger2581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-13988176704385921282010-03-29T17:38:00.007-05:002010-03-29T21:30:07.440-05:00

Man oh man. It's been crazytown up in here. School got wild, work exploded (in a good way- I love my job more every day, good thing i'm quitting to follow my boyfriend to a faraway land) and Dr Poop and I went house hunting (we decided to live in our car).Ohio was kind of weird. We stopped by Dr Poop's new hospital and it was cute and exciting because he was so happy to see his new coworkers and

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I say things that sound important at my job all the time:We've found the mutation that is causing your child's lung disease. I'll need DNA from every living relative so we can see who else might be a carrier. I'm sorry. We still don't know why your baby can't breathe on her own.Those are all important-sounding things. And they are, in fact, important things to the family and to the medical team

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oh my STARS does anyone else feel like winter is this endless cave from which we will NEVER EMERGE AND SOMEONE IS GOING TO EAT SOMEONE ELSE?ME NEITHER.Sorry about that. I have the winter crankies.Here's a story. So somehow, at work, my pager broke. (I don't have a good track record for these things- please see this for evidence) Everyone told me to go down to telecomm and exchange it for a

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-30613901713883372042010-02-01T07:42:00.000-06:002010-02-01T13:54:09.727-06:00

So I've had this head cold for a few days. Nothing major, just your run of the mill sniffles and stuff. The thing is, I NEVER get sick. I have an amazing constitution. It's god's peace offering for making me such a shitshow. I may not be able to walk without falling, but I won't break jack shit on my way down!In any case, I got sick. Just a cold. Whatever. It didn't mess up my life. I just didn't

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Things You'll Never Hear Me SayCan I get some extra mayo on that?This coffee is too hotNo, I'm too tired for scrabbleToday would be a great day to wear shorts!Decaf, pleaseI'm pretty sure I've seen enough Johnny Depp for one dayI don't like taking pain medicine, personallyI feel at my sexiest right after a good runDoes anyone feel like a Sex And The City marathon tonight? I know I do.I don't have

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-10196913528883857772010-01-14T21:31:00.000-06:002010-01-15T01:17:46.170-06:00

There's been a lot going on around here, much of it putting me in a really bad mood, but the nice thing about life is that it's rare for ALL your things to be upsetting ALL the time. So I'm going to tell you about the things that have been entertaining to me in the last few weeks.I got Dr Poop some guest passes to my gym for Christmas, mostly because my gym has an indoor pool with a water slide

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-73800208733833666772009-11-28T11:29:00.003-06:002009-11-28T12:42:29.655-06:00

So never let it be said I lived an uncharmed (or unchamred, as I typed that at first) life. Because let me tell you about somethings.First of all, happy post thanksgiving! I hope those of you who were off and celebrating had a good turkey coma going by 3 at the latest, and I hope those of you who had to work or who don't really do thanksgiving had a really awesome thursday. Me, I had to work AND

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so my gorgeous friend marie has been pregnant just forEVER, and she was due last friday but we still don't have a baby, and everyone is just desperate for the new little one to make his or her appearance so time.is.CRAWLING. Marie and her husband, Marco, are of the belief that the gender of the baby should remain unknown until delivery, so we've all been throwing pronouns around willy nilly while

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-89242039932042399942009-11-14T13:33:00.006-06:002009-11-14T15:06:02.592-06:00

MAMA IS A LITTLE PISSED OFF.I am at a Panera right now, studying like I do, and I'm going to go ahead and admit that I just had a very real argument in very public place with very strange strangers.Let me recap, mostly because I'm just so incredibly pissed and need to tell someone. I know I joke a lot about how my life is really a tv show (candid camera) but that's mostly okay with me because at

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IMing with my Momzmom: so yesterday, it was so nice that i was giving the dogs a lot of outside time and everyone was enjoying the 70 degree weather, which aggravated mike so he took off after a squirrel and just popped his chain apart. so i ran into the house to get my car keys to go after him, because sometimes he can be lured by the idea of a car ride, except the minute i got in the door the

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The other night, I had a Friend Emergency and ended up being about 15 minutes late to my 3 hour lecture. I was rushing rushing to get to school, happened to find a good parking space, and ran into the lecture hall, flushed and embarrassed and just an all around mess.Yes? you are saying? Your eyebrows are raised because WHAT THE HELL ELSE IS NEW UP IN HERE?Ah, well. I will tell you.About fifteen

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So for various reasons, I didn't get a ton of sleep last night. I'm a terrible sleeper under normal circumstances but I just couldn't unwind after an exam, plus we're cat sitting for one of our friends and this cat likes to talk a lot in the wee hours. Anyway, the bottom line is that I slept from eleven pm till two thirty am, tried to force it until about three forty five, and then just called it

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I have a pimple on my forehead. It's just above the inside of my left eyebrow. At least, I believe it's a pimple. I don't get pimples very frequently so my experience with them is somewhat limited. (I'm not saying I have perfect skin- I just tend more towards the lizard-grandma-dehydrated epidermis of death side of things.) I think it's a pimple because it is a raised bump. Not very big. But it

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So as we discussed, I spent two weeks in August traipsing about the woods in the northeastern part of this country. In addition to a week on Bartha's Pinyard, I also spent a week at my favorite place on earth- Birch Camp. For those of you who don't know, Birch Camp is a weeklong residential camp for children and families affected and infected by HIV/AIDS. I have worked there for years and it's

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-5894149861601923282009-09-13T13:59:00.003-05:002009-09-13T14:42:42.823-05:00

I usually keep this blog free of relationship talk, because what I've found of relationship talk is that- dating disasters aside, of course- it's usually only interesting to the people in the relationship, and sometimes not even then. But bear with me a bit, or skip today's post- I'm fine either way- because I've gotten a few questions about my romantic life and though I can't fathom why anyone

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Helloooooo, everyone!Recap time!I know. I've been gone forEVER. I really appreciate the notes from you guys saying 'where are you? blog, bitch! I'm bored! why don't you write! blah blah blah!' and I even appreciate you, GinGR, who emailed me to say "Whyyyyyyy don't U rite? U 2 bzzy wit yr boyf? u kin b bzzy wit MEEEEE LOLOLOLOL" Yes. Yes I can b bzzy wit u. I am just choosing not to. But that

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-5193232622213656572009-07-06T19:13:00.002-05:002009-07-06T19:17:33.634-05:00

Suzie and I think it's really, really funny to speak bad spanglish. I think that's the only preface you need for this pathetic excuse for a post.me: hi Suzanne: het friend hey not het me: het yersef4:14 PM how are you Suzanne: fine just doing paperwork4:16 PM me: at work? Suzanne: home paying parking tickets, rsvping to stuff, filing, etc4:17 PM me: ah, yes i do none of that BUT as soon as

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-33621666073206268542009-07-02T07:10:00.005-05:002009-07-02T08:01:48.189-05:00

1) My little brother and I had the following text conversation the other day:Brother: Hey, can I cook salmon frozen or do I have to thaw it first?Me: Thaw it in a bowl of ice water, then cook it.Brother: Okay. Say I already cooked it frozen and ate it. What then?2) I'm still in summer physics, but I have one more week left. And three more weeks of genetics. Hooboy. It's so intense. I like Physics

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-32747839267790039202009-06-08T17:51:00.004-05:002009-06-08T19:44:07.387-05:00

Hey dere ho dere.What's new, kids? Did everyone have a good weekend? Mine was okay. Not bad or anything, just shit tons of studying. I went to a baseball game on Friday which was fun, and then on Sunday some friends and I ran a race that went through the zoo, so that was nice too, but other than that it was physics till the cows came home.Oh. So. Remder those pesky birds that live in my

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This morning I was getting ready for class while Dr Poop, who is on vacation this week, snoozed away. I'd already been up for 2 hours, studying and reviewing material for my summer physics class (one year of physics in 8 weeks- jealous?) so I was at least dressed and somewhat caffeinated when I went in to rouse him, but I was by no means put together.Now, we all know I'm a big hot mess. Just kind

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-30758424915185008782009-06-03T09:00:00.002-05:002009-06-03T09:00:00.929-05:00

via textBrother: Hey, hows about for your birthday I take you to see La Boheme? Only it closes in late june so it would have to be an early gift.Me: That would be lovely!Brother: You are probably not too familiar. It was written by Jim Puckini, the same guy who did the opera Miss Moth. And it was the basis for the Broadway hit Grease.--------------------------------------------------------------

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Hey you guys. Do you remember Erma, the bird that lives and screams on my windowsill?So it turns out that part of the reason she was so irritable is that she was knocked up. There were several buns in that oven, and she now has a passel of loud babies and they can all be happily loud together.These little ones really do follow in their mother's footsteps. They are seriously loud for such tiny

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A few years ago, when I still lived in New York, my friend asked me if I would go speed-dating with her because she didn't want to go alone. Her offer was pretty enticing- "It's free," she said. "And there will be liquor and snacks." I don't remember exactly how I responded but I bet it was somewhere along the lines of "YUM I LOVE TASTY FREE HAPPY FUN BOOZE TIMES."We decided to meet a few minutes

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So, Kelsi, Dr Poop, and my wonderful friend Bean are all very, very gifted at the ThatsWhatSheSaids. I do not have the natural aptitude, however. When Kelsi and I lived together (boo hoo hoo, I wish we still did!) we would have conversations like this:Kelsi: Our doorbell is broken.Meg: That's what she said?Kelsi: No. No she didn't.Meg: Crap.And Kelsi always maintained, when I would whine about

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-20291312043049011922009-05-11T09:26:00.001-05:002009-05-11T22:38:30.866-05:00

About ten years ago, I had a job at a low-income health clinic for a summer. It was one of the best jobs I'd ever had. I was originally hired to answer the phones, but someone ended up quitting and I got a weird "promotion" to Patient Specialist, which was the title they made up to cover for the fact that I was doing like six different jobs, none of which I had been trained to do. But it was fine

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When I was in college, I was fortunate enough to live with my best friends in a ridiculous suite that we somehow managed to wrangle from Residential Life. It was heaven on earth, basically. Halloween. Top, L to R- Bonnie McGee (Her halloween costume was "tits mcgee") Shmift, Fudge, Sarah Marie. Second row, me (my costume was Lady Hulk), and Jen. Bottom-

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two humbling things1) Last week, I walked into one of the libraries on my floor and found a guy looking through some charts. I think he works in respiratory, but I don't know. He's very nice- we always make friendly chit chat as we go about our respective mornings. So I didn't think anything of it when I walked in and he turned to me with a smile. UntilGuy: I knew it was you. I can always hear

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Do you guys remember my friend Laura? She's from England. I've posted about her here and here, but considering I just recently had the pleasure of her company at my house for almost a whole WEEK, I hoped she might be inspired to write down a thing or two about her travels.Hi there, this is Laura, Meg's friend from England. And i am lucky enough to be visiting her for a week in my friend, the

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"Meg, what's that on your keyboard?""Frosting, my good man. We call that 'frosting.' ""But it's ten in the morning. And it's on your keyboard.""I bid you good day."

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Hi nuggets,I'm alive. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. It's crazypants around here.Like right now. I'm kind of crazy right now. I had a final tonight so there's that, and it's beautifully balmy out- the kind of night that makes me just want to walk and walk and walk, but that's not practical. Stupid practicality.Today at work, I had to go up to a different ICU than the one in which I usually

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-41710066880584897222009-04-04T06:54:00.008-05:002009-04-04T16:12:57.754-05:00

Good morning, doodlebugs. I used to call my dog doodlebug. But only when we were alone. One time my brother overheard me referring to him as my little doodlebug, and started calling him that also in order to better facilitate making fun of me. Well, the joke's on him, because he did it so often that he got stuck, and now he HAS to call my little Mike the doodlebug and Mike gets so happy and

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Time elapsed since new duvet cover has been placed on bed:22 hoursThings I have spilled on new duvet cover since placing it on bed:CoffeeHot sauceNail polishTeaNail polish removerInkBody lotionLaundry detergentWaterMy self respect

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Oh, you guys. So sad, so sad. My poor little roommate has discovered yet another disadvantage to living with me. I mean, she's familiar with some of them already. I'll summarize1) Inexplicable stains- "What is that on the ceiling?" "Coffee. Don't ask. I was just on my way to get a ladder to clean it. Sorry."2) My erratic schedule- she will wake up for a seemingly middle-of-the-night pee, and I'll

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So I woke up pretty early this morning (just before five) in order to meet my friends for a run. Normally we meet just before seven, but one girl had an early meeting at work and asked us if we could commit to this terrible pre-dawn hour. We said okay, because its more fun running all together and we didn't want her to have to miss her run and feel all left out and also I'm a huge pushover who

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-51904695000443066332009-03-24T07:14:00.006-05:002009-03-24T11:28:41.736-05:00

Hey there. What's up?I have this new deodorant that is making me obsessed with myself because, even though it is marketed For The Ladies, to my nose it smells exactly like Man Deodorant. Man Deodorant smells delicious to me- it's spicy and musky and all sorts of other creepy, kind of gross adjectives, but for whatever reason, when I'm near a man and I can smell his Manly Deo, it makes my uterus

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I just got home from the grocery store where I ventured to acquire the ingredients needed to make this for my friend JoeJoe's birthday party tomorrow night. Now, before you think "Wow, that Meg sure is a good, sweet, nice, pretty, open-minded, generous, leggy soul," I feel compelled to confess that his birthday was two full weeks ago. Did I make him a cake in a timely manner? No. Did I even get

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I was fortunate to have a leisurely lunch with a friend at work today, and I was melancholy when we parted ways and I had to head back up to my floor alone. But worry not, niblets. I wasn't melancholy for long, for the Divine had placed a little gift in my elevator.Two construction/electrician guys were having a conversation when I got on, and as is my habit, I eavesdropped. The guys had some

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1) The bathrooms at work are right there in the unit, single-style. They are private bathrooms that open on to the NICU hallway and the patron simply locks the door from the inside to achieve the desired level of privacy. In theory. Another choice is that you can go in to the bathroom to assess not whether or not you've drawn on your face with ink, because of course you have, but to what EXTENT

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You all deserve a post but I am studying for two big awful exams next week, so I'm posting this crap that I also posted on facebook.What?? She did it! I mean, she's way funnier and cuter than me, but I'm TRYING here.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I realized I was trolling facebook reading everyone else's notes, so

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Have you guys ever heard the phrase "Your meat is showing?" It refers to a wound- like if you get a cut or something, it can be said that your meat is showing.So, my meat is showing. Specifically my left hand meat, in two locations.A few weeks back I was volunteering at a local shelter, and part of my job was to register people to receive food bank benefits. It was pretty fun- you got to meet a

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-75366075311774454052009-01-27T19:43:00.002-06:002009-01-27T22:10:50.991-06:00

I was on such a good run there, right? With the posting and the blabbing? Oh well.I've been working on some old drafts (yet again) which I hope to have up soon, but that faux attention to timeliness seems misleading, considering they are all from 2008, at their most contemporary, so who am I kidding, right?So I'm just going to tell you a few things that have been on my mind, and we'll both agree

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I don't remember writing this at all, but I do remember it happening, and I need to share because my self-esteem was in danger of actually daring to show itself as of late, and I should be taken down a few pegs.This was in an email to the suzer, the subject line of which was "I HAVE NOT TALKED TO YOU IN ONE MILLION YEARS" which probably meant a day and a half.-------------------------------------

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I found this in my drafts- it's from MAY of 2008. I don't know why I never posted it. But now is as good as a time as any. Just remember to read as though you're reading it in May, okay guys?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hi guys. guess what? i am on a road trip. sort of.well, that's a lie. i'm in laguardia. i'm about to

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Hi kidlets,I'm in a unique position (both literally and metaphorically) right now, because I still have another week off of school, and a somewhat relaxed work schedule, so I've been practicing my lounging. I almost typed lunging there, which would be weird and entirely unlike me to practice, and then I tried to retype it and typed luging, which would be even weirder, but I would need to practice

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-74954362272910855062008-12-28T11:48:00.003-06:002008-12-28T21:49:18.630-06:00

I got tagged to do a thing, and because the person who tagged me is a new friend and I'm afraid to be bitchy lest she dart back in to the recesses of the internet like a frightened bunny, I'm going to oblige and tell you things about me.1. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?I learned to surf. And I'm kind of awesome at it. Awesome might be an overstatement, but I feel that there

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So with Thanksgiving come and gone, the Christmas season is nearly upon us. And by nearly upon us I mean it is sitting on our chests and messing up our hair, and using our own hand to punch us in the face, going "Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Quit hitting yourself!"Now that I live in a small Midwestern town, I'm faced with some ugly realities about this particular

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-52514659468626116272008-12-12T06:47:00.005-06:002008-12-12T07:44:45.758-06:00

Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to get so harsh with you. I also didn't mean to type "wit" just now, but I did it anywayz, and it reminded me of the time one of my college friends was in Walgreen's and picked up a card from Hallmark's Mahogany Collection, read it aloud "Something something, my wife, somethingsomething (open card) Wit Integrity, Compassion..." and then got really, really angry because

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-60185441985485532312008-12-04T05:14:00.000-06:002008-12-04T06:48:51.906-06:00

These are what my days look like when I don't have work.5:00 Rise early with intention of heading straight to gym.5:05 After coffee, obviously.5:07 And maybe a snack. Not breakfast, but a snack. For gym energy.5:10 Screw snacks. This bitch loves meals. Decide to eat breakfast.5:20 Fall back asleep while oatmeal is on stove. Wake up and start new oatmeal, perhaps with out that hint of carcinogens

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-74222151645586871612008-11-30T02:22:00.001-06:002008-11-30T10:13:45.661-06:00

I have so SO much to tell you about my summer still. Of course, I can't remember any of it now except for how this one time, in Africa, I peed on my own pants. To be clear, I didn't PEE my pants. I peed ON them. I golden-showered my own clothes. Not on purpose. Um. More on this later.Anyway, I might as well start from the beginning.I left Bartha's Pinyard to head to Chicago for a wedding. My

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-67859958439148467252008-11-28T14:43:00.002-06:002008-11-28T14:50:37.560-06:00

I originally wrote this Thanksgiving 2006, and I thought perhaps I'd recycle it so that I didn't have to write anything this week and I could still remind everyone to ENTER MY CONTEST SO MAYBE I CAN MAKE YOU A SHIRT!!!!!I am lucky enough to have some very foreign friends who live in England. Today, in honor of the upcoming Thanksgiving festivities, I am going to answer their questions about this

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-68958745720096813312008-11-26T07:01:00.005-06:002008-11-26T08:19:30.038-06:00

You guys! Look at this email that was in my inbox this morning:Dear lover and a fighter,Hi. As great an idea as what you blogged about most recently is, I just thought I'd bring to your notice a weekly column in our newspaper already running by the name Anti Aunty -- http://epaper.hindustantimes.com/Default.aspx?selpg=2757&BMode=100&selDt=11/23/2008.Warmly,XXXXXNo joke! I fancied myself quite

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-81917209954685889712008-11-25T07:08:00.004-06:002008-11-25T11:33:55.111-06:00

Hello, niblets!I've had an idea and I want to see what you guys thought about it. It's based on the fact that I consistently make terrible choices and then am forced to suffer the consequences. I want to spare others those trials and tribulations, so here's what I'm thinking.I think I'll start an Anti-Advice column. I might call it Ask Auntie Anti or something, because I'm having visions of

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-67746936186837826482008-11-24T08:38:00.001-06:002008-11-24T09:47:34.607-06:00

When I was nine, I transferred from my local wee adorable public grade school to a fancy schmance private school because my mom made me. I loved, loved, LOVED my new school. There were multiple libraries, huge lawns, exciting classes and projects and programs- everything a young nerd could want. I was in geek hog heaven.That year in science class, we began dissection. The first thing we dissected

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-89734953047106291672008-11-23T07:45:00.002-06:002008-11-24T09:14:47.757-06:00

Hi lovers. I have so much to tell you that I've started several frenetic non-sequitor posts but I have yet to finish them. I will this week. However, here are some things that I think you should know.1) I really, really love seeing rich little white girls who have obviously just returned from tropical, Caribbean vacations with their families and are proudly sporting heads full of cornrows. Go,

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-15880328110195774632008-11-08T14:51:00.000-06:002008-11-08T18:01:15.543-06:00

So, when we last left our heroine (WHICH IS ME. I AM A HEROINE.) she was trying to decide whether or not to take off her pants for $200.Not to make myself sound like a total junkie but by the time my brain had decided that sure, maybe this would be worth it, my fingers had already decided "Hey, this is rife with the potential for indignity. Sign us up!" and unzipped my pants.Then I got the

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-65498551683590353912008-11-07T21:41:00.003-06:002008-11-07T22:21:22.350-06:00

I saw this on srah's blog.There was one question in particular that made me decide that i wanted to do this meme. I'll let you guess what it is.You can do this too. Or you can do it in the comments if you don't have a blog because you have a life instead. I mean whatever. If that's how you roll.1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?I don't like the

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-50725470020823070112008-11-04T07:43:00.002-06:002008-11-04T08:18:42.524-06:00

I voted!It was pretty fun. All the grown ups on my block were up by five fifteen and we met to walk to our polling place at five thirty. There are enough under-18 teenagers in my neighborhood that they could each go to a house and watch/wake up/make breakfast for the kids whose parents needed to go wait in line.It was dark dark dark when we met on the corner and trooped up to the retirement home

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-47613151534699308992008-11-03T13:02:00.005-06:002008-11-03T13:43:34.045-06:00

Hi, so sorry, because I know I was just like blah blah blisters blah blah boobs and george bush blah blah, but something funny (to me) just happened and I wanted to tell you.I'm studying on the couch in the living room, and I have the living room door open (just the screen door closed) because it is beautiful outside today. My dog, Mike, is resting with his head on my feet, because he is darling.

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-57825126327622975012008-11-03T06:56:00.006-06:002008-11-03T09:35:12.492-06:00

Happy not-still halloween!Whew! Been awhile, yeah? Yeah.Things have been pretty busy around the Hobocamp house, but I can't really complain. School is still good, thought challenging, and I still love work. I'm just overwhelmed sometimes with everything. But that's boring. So we're not going to talk about it anymore.Because I spend a lot of time sitting around studying these days, my snacking

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-80453037276049871182008-10-09T13:09:00.002-05:002008-10-09T13:14:09.099-05:00

I was poking around in my emails the other day, and I found this exchange between Jess and me, in the very beginning of our friend-courtship when I had a massive girl crush on her from afar. When I found out that a friend of mine was going to her birthday party, I invited myself along, and then shoved him out of the way for most of the night so that I could talk to her. Now Jess and I are dear

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-67393817875846585052008-09-25T07:09:00.004-05:002008-09-25T07:45:28.184-05:00

I was on the highway, carting my ass to school the other day, when I drove under a bridge/overpass situation. As I approached it, I could see a familiar figure leaning against the rail, waving. Out of habit, I honked my horn, and the tall, thin black man waved back at me with even more enthusiasm, if possible.As I continued on the highway headed towards hours of sciencey lectures so densely

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-70777668634604160132008-09-22T15:34:00.003-05:002008-09-22T16:31:56.609-05:00

Hi-This is just a fake post because I have GOT to study but I needed a break (yeah, right) and I wanted to see how everyone was doing.Things are okay here. My classes are going okay, but I have a huge test on Wednesday and it's going to be abysmal. I love my new job- it's the best part of every day. And I've started dreaming up my dog's Halloween costume. Actually, I'm dressing up both the cat

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-7669558482467508142008-09-19T12:03:00.003-05:002008-09-19T12:44:47.509-05:00

You guys, I just have so much to tell you and so little time in which to tell you all of it. Here's what's new and different in my life, just to catch you up:1) Everything.I don't live in New York anymore, I'm not a nanny anymore, I have a new, wee part-timeish job, I'm in school full-time, I live in the midwest, I have a dog, I dyed my hair, I "drive" a "car," I don't take the subway, I don't

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-914444339315449972008-08-20T05:38:00.003-05:002008-08-20T06:23:27.149-05:00

I'll stop with the pictures at some point, but for now I just can't help myself. Look at that face! You should also know that at this particular moment, he is saying (in Kiswahili) "White girl, push me please." I love this kid in the picture. He's my little Gary Coleman. His subtext is "I highly doubt you carted your ass over from the US just to take pictures of me and my plaid pants. You want to

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-44411587763461295382008-08-19T17:08:00.013-05:002008-08-19T17:19:04.135-05:00

And we're back.

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-76030610660958811722008-07-17T11:12:00.002-05:002008-07-17T11:25:58.135-05:00

Hello, ladies and germs,I'm in England right now, typing this from an internet cafe that has that exotic european aroma of pizza and body odor (odour, even). I am in London for a quick visit with some friends, and then I leave for Afrique tomorrow. So I won't be posting for a bit, because if they don't have potties there, I'm pretty danged sure they don't have cyberspace, but I could be wrong. It

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-40125926152301847582008-07-08T07:44:00.001-05:002008-07-08T10:19:16.397-05:00

Hi everyone.Sorry I've been so out of touch lately. It's just that I've been in an area of the world somewhat devoid of most normal methods of communication. Remember how I'm a nanny sometimes? Well the family that I nanny for has a beautiful summer home in a very exclusive area of a part of our country that shall remain nameless, but it rhymes with Bartha's Pinyard. So that's where I am.I mostly

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-22270673411210962362008-06-14T09:02:00.005-05:002008-06-14T11:21:45.930-05:00

I know I never shut up about Africa these days, but turns out it requires more prep than I normally put into things. See, when I travel normally, I prepare by having a man named Andrew do my laundry, and then I stay up too late the night before my departure dicking around on the internet, and then I decide "Well, I am far too tired to pack NOW, I really need to sleep. What with my big trip

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-80967582395274023192008-06-10T19:27:00.007-05:002008-06-11T06:49:40.223-05:00

Hi.Heat wave.For real. It's wicked schwetty ballz hot here. I have a great alarm clock that includes a lot of awesome (code for useless) features, and one of those features is a thermometer. Usually, I find that feature kind of stupid, because if I'm trying to plan my outfit based on the current temperature, I only know the temperature in my room which doesn't put me very ahead of the game and

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-83654789367804105092008-06-06T15:10:00.003-05:002008-06-06T15:54:25.197-05:00

So, the famous Little White Liar has done another Composition Challenge. Here it is. I encourage everyone to give it a shot. I always enjoy them, and it spares you another story about pooping or falling down.Make a list of 5-10 things you want. Make them things you personally want for you (no Miss America "World Peace" shenanigans). Then think of one thing you need. You can't already have it,

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-54364399342160317382008-05-28T08:18:00.002-05:002008-05-28T10:34:53.220-05:00

This was still too scary to me to write about until now, but enough time has passed for me to really be able to enjoy the Comedy Of Errors that was this adventure.Several months ago, I was just walking out of work when my phone rang. It was Sassy, and he sounded terrible."Meg, I'm sick. Really sick. And I don't know what to do. Can you please come home?""What's wrong?""I blacked out in the subway

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-55097850418398980792008-05-27T13:07:00.006-05:002008-05-28T08:07:20.287-05:00

Lengli tagged me. Normally I don't do such things, and I pretend it's because I'm all above it or I don't respond to demands like that or HEY, this blog isn't for SALE, MAN or whatever, but in reality it's because I have terrible performance anxiety and I cannot be interesting on cue nor do I pick up on things quickly. This is also, just for the record, the reason I will never be featured on

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-74018742028144745942008-05-16T03:08:00.001-05:002008-05-16T06:23:58.360-05:00

I'm working on the second half of the story about when I got butt-punched, but for now, I just wanted to share. Indulge me, and gaze upon the future as I reveal what I am destined to become in a quick 30 years...Susan: i am so frustrated! I came early 1 1/2 hours! today to meet with a student who was late getting here, and now all my last period students either have someplace else they need to be

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-10607902401316442342008-04-29T07:00:00.002-05:002008-04-29T07:11:43.234-05:00

So, you all know that I don't keep secrets from you. The reason for this full disclosure is two fold.1) I feel the only justification for having a life as plagued by indignity as mine is the fact that I get to share it with other people, and2) I absolutely canNOT keep my shame to myself. Physically incapable. My mouth and fingers betray me on a consistent basis.Which is why I am going to share

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-23940316366484623942008-04-23T07:33:00.001-05:002008-04-23T09:01:05.741-05:00

I really wanted to tell you how deadly screwed I am, or will be, in T minus 2 weeks.So my darling, beautiful, loving, treasured friend Fudge is getting married. I feel sorry for you all that you don't know her. I really do. She's a doll of a person. She's a fancy pants lawyer in Chicago, as is her fiance, the charming Air Bud. I enjoy them both so much and I cannot wait for the delight that will

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-1630930129049593062008-04-21T14:15:00.000-05:002008-04-21T14:15:43.793-05:00

hi hi hi.sorry, we're back.so, last we spoke, i was telling you of my friend justin jordan and the light he brought into my life. the other story about him that i NEEDED you to know concerns science class.specifically, this story is about the life cycle of the butterfly.so, we were in science class and our teacher was having us take turns reading aloud from the science book. Science class

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-82944644211283443982008-03-31T19:29:00.002-05:002008-03-31T19:33:01.436-05:00

lwl's composition challenge has resurfaced. without further ado:i am unfocused.

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-90413291188943503382008-03-21T10:27:00.002-05:002008-03-21T12:36:14.040-05:00

So tomorrow, to help celebrate the resurrection of the mister jesus, I will be traveling to New England to spend time with Dr Dawg, the Suzer, and the Suzer's family. Know who else lives in that part of the world?This guy.See, if I had a twin who was a boy and older than me, and, um, married to a vet and was raised on an entirely different continent and - hooboy, this is getting complex- um, and

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-44958781238450107582008-03-20T07:10:00.002-05:002008-03-20T07:13:24.515-05:00

I know, I'm delaying again.But it's because she buttered me up and then asked me to guest post. I'm a sucker for flattery, so I went ahead and did it. Here it is. It's about FACTS, because I'm nothing if not a journalist at heart.

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-37507228010863089662008-03-18T05:06:00.004-05:002008-03-18T08:15:50.503-05:00

So at work for the past week or so, I've been eyeing a young man who is tall and goofy and kind and well-traveled and completely uninterested in the narcissistic and self-obsessed world of the New York Doctor. He doesn't fit in and he's a nerd and he doesn't care. And that, my friends, is a breath of fresh air where I work.In any case, things were going well- teasy, flirty, well-intentioned

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-27247861505935113312008-03-16T06:32:00.000-05:002008-03-16T20:19:33.113-05:00

This started off as one post but now it's two, because I yammer on like the lady with all the cat litter in line at the drug store, and I didn't want to overwhelm you.So, here is part one. Okay? Thanks, muffin.1) Wherein God made my friend be lameWhen I was in third grade, education was doled out in Units. You had your Pioneer Unit, your Butterfly Unit, your 50 States Unit, and so on. The unit

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-10167615032604719742008-03-04T11:31:00.001-06:002008-03-04T12:41:42.398-06:00

After all the Oscar live-blogging, which I am wholly unqualified to do, I debated live-blogging the broadcast of A Raisin in the Sun starring P Diddy and Phylicia Rashad that I am watching right now. Then I got embarrassed about my nerdiness and decided against it. So you get this.I got inspired the other day and started going through my stuff because there is too much of it. I save a lot of

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-47771849713327783532008-02-07T07:37:00.000-06:002008-02-07T08:11:28.037-06:00

Oh hi.Perhaps you noticed that I was a little late to work on Monday. No, I wasn't sleeping off any superbowl hangovers or whatever, though I did happen to be strolling the city around the time the Giants won, and though I am not sporty by any stretch of the imagination (I think I've made that clear) it was kind of fun and magical to see all the revelry.But it wasn't so magical as to delay my

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-49024318558171712062008-02-01T11:18:00.000-06:002008-02-01T18:15:58.182-06:00

I called my mom this morning to say hi, and after we'd been chitchatting for a bit, she said "You know, today's kind of a funny little anniversary. Do you want to know what it is?""Sure," I murmured, distracted. I was already at work and was engrossed in the minutiae of medical charts and FDA correspondence. I assumed she was going to say something to the effect of "My new rolling pin is 5 years

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-82040364356125998462008-01-25T11:39:00.000-06:002008-01-25T12:53:19.317-06:00

When I was in fourth grade, we had a unit in school where we learned about "all the different religions." I put quotations around that because we learned about Judaism, Hinduism, and the Islamic faith. It was assumed that we were all fiiiiiine churchgoin' folk so we didn't need to cover OUR god, and nobody I knew at the time (besides my mom) could name any other religions, so my school only

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-31709512340473949792008-01-23T08:44:00.000-06:002008-01-23T10:33:24.890-06:00

On Saturday I met my friend Ladybug for dinner at some Thai restaurant in Chelsea. It was one of those three-and-a-half hour dinners where you just talk and laugh and complain and everything is right with the world. About halfway through dinner, multiple glasses of water, cups of tea, and almost a whole glass of wine, I needed to visit the restroom.The restroom consisted of two unisex single

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-85059968103280994652008-01-17T18:12:00.000-06:002008-01-18T04:43:42.781-06:00

I left the house a little after five this morning, ipod already blaring and so bundled that only the tip of my nose and my eyes were exposed to the still morning air. I'm not going to lie, I get a strange, serene enjoyment out of being the only one awake and moving about at that hour (in my neck of the woods at least). I trundle through Queens, my head angled up, convincing myself that I can see

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-86647332484875342722008-01-14T08:19:00.000-06:002008-01-15T06:50:07.096-06:00

So my roommate is in a brownie bake-off with a friend. She's been combing recipes and experimenting with ingredients with the intensity of a grant-supported laboratory scientist. I fully support this endeavor for two reasons:1) She is a fantastic baker and I think she will win win win2) Brownies everywhere. Lucky me, lucky my coworkers.Anyway, I toted the most recent batch to work this morning,

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-44447715981225543802008-01-11T18:57:00.000-06:002008-01-12T06:33:34.543-06:00

Does anyone else have that disease where your brain randomly regurgitates really embarrassing memories years after they happen at terribly inopportune times? Like you'll be standing in line at the coffee shop at work and then you'll suddenly remember the time you ran in to the bathroom just before class ended because you COULD NOT WAIT ONE MOMENT LONGER and then you heard someone come in and

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-87776659107309519732008-01-02T08:30:00.000-06:002008-01-02T08:57:53.722-06:00

Hi hi hi hi hi HI!I have missed you guys!I was not able to blog over the holidays really because I had to do a lot of traveling, and plus the bulk of my vacation time was spent at my ma's house and she lives back in 1880, so there wasn't an internet and also I was busy hanging things on the clothesline, canning winter vegetables, knitting, and not having any microwave. So sorry.But then I went

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-28158131454364985282007-12-13T18:07:00.000-06:002007-12-13T21:37:39.009-06:00

So hi.I don't know if I told you this, but I'm going to Africa in July and August of 2008. Somehow, the gods have smiled on me and the people who sent me to Peru have asked me to go work in Tanzania for a bit. I am ShitYerPantz excited! I'll be teaching health education in a girls' school and providing "clinic support" in my free time. I don't know what any of that means except that I think I'm

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-3026715166312560072007-12-12T04:42:00.000-06:002007-12-12T07:36:10.712-06:00

Did one of you sneaky snakes prank me on Monday? I was getting ready to go out the other night, and when the phone rang I assumed it was my ride waiting outside. When I looked at the screen, however, it was coming up "Restricted." I answered anyway. What follows is my spotty recollection of the conversation, marred by both my terrible memory and the fact that I couldn't hear very well."Hello?""Hi

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-65147360186645112232007-12-06T05:53:00.000-06:002007-12-06T06:05:45.319-06:00

It came to my attention recently that there are a lot of odd things I have subjected myself to all in the name of the almighty dollar. Because I don't believe in secrets and I'm desperate for attention, I have decided to intermittently share them with my friends. Hope you enjoy this new feature that will be posted without any consistency.-----------------------------------------------------------

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-54699968419302348092007-12-04T07:32:00.000-06:002007-12-04T09:47:41.409-06:00

Last week, a colleague of mine asked if she could tag along one day in the OR. She wanted to be trained on this project I'm doing. My philosophy is "the more, the merrier" when it comes to surgeries, so I said why the hell not. She got all scrubbed up and followed me in to theORs.We stopped outside of the room and I grabbed a hat and a mask, and told her to do the same. There are two types of

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-73976619469630106822007-12-03T18:44:00.000-06:002007-12-03T20:41:13.258-06:00

So remember when I was all cold last week? I did some shopping online during that time and I bought myself a new, long, puffy, ridiculous coat. It's kind of the equivalent of wearing a sleeping bag in public. Basically, I'm one small tailored step away from a grocery-cart pushing, can-collecting, tinfoil hat-sporting pile of crazy. But that fucker is warm!My coat arrived today, and I immediately

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-60051738048131352282007-11-30T09:20:00.000-06:002007-11-30T10:15:58.171-06:00

Question 1You're at work. You are standing in the hallway with a folder in one hand and a big steamy delightful cup of coffee in the other. Your latest work husbandloverboyfriendohmyGODhe'sdreamy is standing in the hallway. Boldly, you strike up a conversation. After a few pleasant moments in which you manage NOT to humiliate yourself, he asks if you have the time. Although you hope he means "the

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-25035788301835787762007-11-22T08:00:00.000-06:002007-11-22T08:11:26.412-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving, my little Turkey Lurkies! What are you doing to commemorate this shameful, shameful holiday? Go. Tell me. I am listening.Enough about you. On to me! I am having some friends over for dinner and libations and parade-watching. Kelsi and I are cooking. It will be really fun. I am mostly excited about the ginger martinis and the cranberry bellinis. Ginger fights colds and

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-25703100534218207272007-11-13T13:31:00.000-06:002007-11-13T20:25:28.636-06:00

I was perusing the content at Tequila Mockingbird, who is great, by the by, and everyone should read her, when I saw this post.I thought it was an interesting little litany and I wanted to do it too. So, here you go. I refuse to do any sort of tagging but you might want to give it a shot your own self- even just in comments or whatever.Love,MTen things I really liked as a teenager that I don't

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-12249727550368609242007-11-09T12:51:00.000-06:002007-11-13T06:15:12.705-06:00

The hospital where I work is doing some major construction in the courtyard outside of my office. I am not at all on the ground floor, but the gentlemen on the site are building new levels and as such are often hovering precariously outside of my window.There are two guys in particular who seem to be in charge of my side of the building. One is older, probably about late forties or so, and one is

A Lover and a Fighternoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29233518.post-90417777902016973992007-11-07T15:04:00.000-06:002007-11-07T15:49:41.932-06:00

When I got home from work tonight, Sassy was lounging in the living room watching Family Guy. I think I was making some coffee or tea or something when I heard him chuckling to himself from his boudoir pose on the sofa."What's so funny?""Oh, Henner.""Ah. I don't know what that means.""Yes you DO. Our exchange student! The one my family hosted in high school? You remember. I've told you about him.

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