tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39099682009-11-28T12:41:40.554-06:00An open book, but not necessarily an easy read.Anastasiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03721071126227876699noreply@blogger.comBlogger822125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909968.post-18135299851495112662009-11-26T17:45:00.003-06:002009-11-26T17:58:58.731-06:00

Because I’ve lived more than a thousand miles away from my family since the age of eighteen, making a quick jaunt home for Thanksgiving has never really been an option.This usually leaves me with two scenarios: spend Thanksgiving with a friend and their relatives or join a group of friends at their house for Thanksgiving. The first instance can involve tense moments between relatives, several

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I was just sitting outside on my deck smoking a cigarette. When it was finished, I put it out and thought, "Well, I'm tired. I guess I'll get ready for bed."Then I walked inside and saw that it was 8:30 pm.And even after that, I'm *still* thinking about going to bed.It's like I have the symptoms of depression...lack of interest in food/sex/activity, fatigue, unintentional weight loss (just a

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A few days ago I was on the phone with my Dad, and he asked how she was enjoying her pet store gift card. The parents sent her *quite* the present after she saved the day with the break-in.Um yeah, I hadn’t used it. Martha has treats galore and a tendency to destroy any toy she’s given. My father however, insisted that I go use the card and let her rip apart stuffed animals to her little heart

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The last year was spent carrying around the green $16 purse from Target. And then there was the little brown bag that cost $12, but quickly fell out of my favor. (Both purses can be seen in this post.)After my promotion I thought about getting a new purse, a “nice” purse, a brandy-namey purse.Yeah, that never happened. Instead I returned to the tried and true which very-very-very long time

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Tonight I had two events I could attend: a girl friend's book club or a guy friend's birthday party and this morning I still wasn't sure which one I was up for.I spent the day running around town for a city-wide art show called Artcrawl in which two people I knew had exhibitions. The day was cold and rainy - and it's still that way.On the way home, I picked up a bottle of red and a quart of

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I often receive comments on this blog with which I disagree. They don’t bother me. I enjoy the array of perspectives. But sometimes, just sometimes, I feel the need to respond publicly, not because I’m pissed off or need to prove them wrong, but because sometimes you just need to educate the masses. It’s a civic duty really, and I take it pretty seriously.A week or so ago I wrote a post on

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So, I’m working on a project for North Africa, and the other day, I emailed my counterpart in Algeria to say:Hey Dude,What’s up? I still need that stuff we talked about last week in order to proceed.Hugs & Kisses,AnaHe emailed back:Dude, Really sorry about that. We’re currently in a national security crisis right now. Egypt and Algeria had a football match and all hell broke loose. We had to

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Did I scare you with that title? Did you think it was for me? Gah, no! NEVER! I promise you, I will never-ever-ever have some kind of fancy-schmancy wedding ceremony. I’ll tell you why in a minute.But First!Brother and Sis-in-Law are getting married in April, and the planning has started to heat up. If you remember, I wrote a post about it shortly after Christmas last year because they

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Growing up, I think my mother thought that chicks got screwed in a lot of life. Because of that she trained her daughters to be independent, assertive, and self-reliant.Today, I am kick-ass at a lot of things, but two areas plague me. I have difficulty reaching objects in high places, and I suck at technology.The first drawback makes sense given my midget status, but the second failure always

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So I’m not sick anymore…or who knows, maybe I am insofar as my boss just came into my office and asked if I needed to go home. I have a nasty cough and the sniffles, but I don’t want to leave because, dork-o-rama, I love my job and am so happy to be back after missing three days.Why do I love it? I dunno. It could be because I work with great people or the work is interesting or whatever, but

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Perhaps it’s because I’ve been sick these past few days, or maybe I’m just completely worn out from everything, but this morning, as I was walking the dog and feeling sicker with each step, I passed a little old lady and was surprised when the thought passed my mind, “I want to be old!”At first glance it makes no sense. Aren’t all of us in our own way trying to run from death in one form or

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I’m sick. No-no-no, not that kind of sick. Not sick in the head sick. More like sick, I have a fever, sick. Is this making any sense? Hello, hello? Is this thing on?Do you know how I know? That I have a fever, I mean? Well, it’s not because I woke up with a sore throat this morning, and it’s not because I felt “weird” all day. I mean, yes. Those things did occur. And no, I have not

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TUESDAYText from Wine-Time-Girl: Eating Mexican by myself on the River Walk in San Antonio, wishing you were here.Text back from Ana: Oh, how appropriate. I am also thinking of you while walking to the grocery store to pick up a bottle of wine which I will drink by myself since you are not here.Phone Rings.Ana: Hello?WTG: Are you okay?Ana: Yeah, why?WTG: Because you’re walking to get wine and

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Do you feel as if I left you waiting in the lurch? Did you come here to see how my “date” went on Friday? Voyeurs! Voyeurs, all of you!Still reading? Why am I not surprised? Can I tell you how awkward it feels to write this post knowing that Boy #4 will likely be reading it as well? I mean, it’s not as if he has some parallel blog where I can go check out his assessment of the evening. It

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Votes are tallied. The results are in! And guess what?I’d already picked a guy and met him before I asked for your opinions. (I know; I’m so sneaky.)Here’s a little bit more information about “the boys”:Boy #1 was about four years older than me and practiced family law. A boring profile along with a non-descriptive email sent him packing.Boy #2:Ok, I think I agreed with Weef the most on this

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Remember how I said I signed up for the online dating site because I wanted to meet people to go to shows with? Remember how I said it was a complete and total bust? Yeah, well, I never removed my profile (I mean, I'd paid for it and all) and so, in the sense of entertainment (of sorts), I give you the emails I've received in the last 24 hours. Rate them if you want, yay or nay, but really -

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Oh, Saturday. I have a list of things to do which includes paying my rent and picking up groceries, but it’s overcast outside, I’m a teensy bit tired, and all I want to do is lie in bed and read. This is how I spend my morning, finishing up the latest Thomas Py*nchon novel about a PI in the late 1960’s who lives on the beach and just happens to be a stoner prone to periods of blackout. I

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Oh dear-dear-dear readers, I must apologize. A few weeks ago, I posted a piece discussing my ambivalence about this blog, and you responded. And I wanted to say something back to you, but LIFE got in the way, and I became very busy, and I will tell you all about it in the next few paragraphs, but dear-dear-dear readers…Thank you so very much.Thank you for all of your kind words. You definitely

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I have two degrees......from two different schools......and BOTH of them are in the Top 25 for college football.If you're not jealous, you should be.PS - In regards to the last post, yes, I called the police immediately. 911 in fact. Between my neighbors, friends, and co-workers offering me places to stay, friends calling every day to make sure that I'm still alive, and my own mother calling me

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That's what my back door looked like at 8:45 pm tonight. Normally, the glass sheets cover the entire door, and normally, the screen is not cut.Want to know what makes it even better?I was home. I was here. I was sitting on my living room couch doing document review while a strange unknown man entered my kitchen.Did I have a clue? No, but you know who did? MARTHA THE WONDER DOG! She kicked

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I haven’t enjoyed writing the blog lately.I feel like my writing is forced. I feel like it’s disingenuous, and I feel like it just isn’t that funny (even when I’m trying to be).I started writing this blog in law school, partially as an outlet, and partially as an attempt to discuss the absurdity of it all.I can’t tell you about the absurdities of my job. I had drinks with a co-worker tonight

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My first year in law school I went out for drinks with a classmate around my age and was horribly surprised when he said, “People are afraid of you. You have this uncanny ability to immediately see their weaknesses and insecurities, and then you strike.”This horrified me. I mean, technically it’s true, but I never realized that was how people interpreted it. I just want to know who people are

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It's 6:45 pm on a Wednesday night.I have a downstairs neighbor. He's a PhD student (so he has to be up really early most mornings, right?)He just knocked on my door to complain about my music.Apparently he's not a fan of the Black Crowes.SUCKS TO BE HIM!I'm entitled to be pissed off about this given the situation, right? 6:45 pm? Dude, get your own house if you don't dig community living. And

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I'm home sick today.I'm wearing flip-flops, a tank top, and knit gaucho pants.The dog is at my feet.I'm reading blogs.It's an ugly day and pouring down rain outside.And yet, I am immensely happy...until another email from work rolls in.Now, I know it's just a phase because work has been pretty CRAPPY the past few weeks, but don't you think it's sad when you'd rather be *sick* than be at work?

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A few days ago I was listening to my ipod at work, and when a song came on that I really liked, I checked to see who the artist was.I have to do this all the time because I only buy one album a year. It’s a compilation CD put out by an Austin radio station that includes about 30 acoustic sets by rockers, folk singers, and various forms of Americana.Upon learning the name of the artist, I checked

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