My vote is with Camp Snoopy. I was 8 the first time I went there and I wore bright blue leggings and I realized that there was a hole in the crotch while riding the snoopy swings, and then I was embarrassed. The end.
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Today, I went to a clothing swap and i got so many wonderful things that I needed to show off. Custom made dresses, polka dots, owl sweaters! Which brings me to my next point, which is that one of my New Year’s resolutions is to buy less clothing, along with saving money and getting real fit and travelin’.
So far 2012 has been so good. I feel very optimistic and I think good things are on the horizon.
We took this photo the week we started dating. We are celebrating our 5th anniversary tomorrow. People say “WOW! Can you believe that?!” Yes, I can. Because I don’t think it could have been any other way.
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The 2nd episode from my video series Street Stories came out today. Hooray!
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I am excited to see a film that actually interviews powerful women in media about women in media.
I wish this movie was around when I was 14 and hating myself, or when I was 15 and thought I was too fat to talk to boys, or 16 when I thought I needed braces because my teeth weren’t perfectly straight enough, or 17 when I tried taking diet pills and only ate 1,000 calories a day, or 18 when my asshole boyfriend told me I needed a nose job.
I think about all the time I have spent feeling bad about myself and my looks. And then I think about all of the other things that I could have invested that energy into instead and it makes me sad.
This film needed to happen and I am glad it is here.
I was suddenly in Quito and walked through the door and surprised Zulay, while she was doing the dishes in her kitchen. We saw each other and were screaming and hugging and that is when I woke up in my bed all “boohoohoo”. She was my host-mother in Ecuador and she is such a remarkable and interesting and smart person. She’s a lawyer, but worked as a social worker all over the country and has the most amazing stories. I haven’t seen her in over two years.
I am going to take this as an omen that it is time to go back.
Girl, that bandeau does
Not qualify as a shirt
Pretty color though
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Flowing white beard man
Your silver spandex so tight
So fast in your blades
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Andrew Keegan twin
Riding right in front of me
Why is he famous?
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Andrew Keegan gives this entry an approving nod!
I’ve been remembering a lot of things about my childhood and my father in particular that I have not thought about in years. For example, my Dad was always way better at making Quik chocolate milk than my mom. He also always put the PERFECT amount of syrup on my Eggo Waffles, evenly distributing it throughout the entire waffle. It was phenomenal. He probably doesn’t even know that he was so good at that. Professor, author, expert syrup distributor.
My favorite condiment growing up was WESTERN brand french dressing. One day we were both in the kitchen and I said I wanted some (I was about 10), but we were all out. My Dad said he would make me some like his mother used to and proceeded to mix ketchup and miracle whip together, congealing into a disgusting hot pink gloop and then looked at me like “Taaa daaa!” I shook my head and politely said no thank you, but inside I secretly felt sorry for him for having a mom that made such crappy french dressing.
This is a picture I drew of my father when I was three. It is entitled “Paba Sun” and is an interpretation of what the sun would look like if it were my father.
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I love my friends and family. I’ve been kind of down in the dumpers lately and they totally know what to do to snap me out of it. Especially when my mom hit me in the head with her water bottle when I was feeling sorry for myself. I needed that.
Hi,
Boy oh boy, has it been a long time. I have a whole lot going on in my life and although it’s all real good, it leaves me under-slept and over-booked.
- I have started doing improv for real! Like people actually pay to see it!
- Anders moved in!
- My online series debuted! It got reviewed by the Onion! It’s a lot of work but it makes me HAPPY!
- I am finally losing the 8 lbs that I gained in the 6 weeks I came back from Japan. This will always be known as “Welcome back to America! Beer and cake!” weight.
- Anders and I are planning a little vaycay getaway
And not so good news is that my Dad had to have surgery and can’t walk for several months. I am trying to spend more time at my family’s house. The good news is that the prognosis was much, much worse and that this is something to be really happy about. We went on a pedi-cab ride together on Father’s Day.
I also took on a part-time job on the weekends, which was actually a really dumb idea because, did you know that if you commit to working on something x hours per week that leaves with x hours less to do something else? DID YOU KNOW THAT? DID YOU KNOW THAT THAT IS HOW TIME WORKS? I DIDN’T!
Not much else to say. No photos either. Just an update.
The Street Stories blog has been on hiatus as we’ve been finalizing our project. However, we are very happy to announce our PREMIERE EPISODE! This project comes out of a love of storytelling and our awesome city. Please share far and wide!
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Today I ate a vodka sno-cone. It was peach and it was delicious.
I also picked my father up from the hospital, drank chardonnay, ate princess cake, played tennis and listened to 80’s music in front of a bonfire. Today was a good day.
I just had one of the best weekends of my entire life. If I had a fantasy about how “If I could be anyone, who would I be?” I would be myself, this weekend.
Friday evening I went to the Brave New Workshop and saw “Sarah Palin’s Minnesota” with the wonderful Karrin, one of my favorites. She’s a real gem and I love her. We drank wine and watched a great show put on by some of Minneapolis’ most talented improvisers. Then I got to see Chris, another favorite, and then Anders, also a favorite. They then created a powerful favorites tri-force and shot off beams of light in every direction on Hennepin Avenue.
The next day, I performed improv! In front of an audience! With real live people! It was fun and exciting and I love my class. Lots of my friends and family came (thank you thank you thank you) and their support was completely palpable from the stage. It was all so happy. That night i I headed to my friend Sarah’s birthday celebration. We went to the DAD FUNK night at Club Jager. We danced danced danced. There was even a dance instructor who was giving lessons and I learned how to POLKA and do the HUSTLE. Plus I met a new neighbor, had hilarious conversations and watched someone light a $5 bill on fire.
Today, I had a delightful coffee date with Ms. Adrianne, who was full of great information and pleasant conversation. I left. feeling inspired. Then Megan we and I went on a walk. We passed by a cheesy, outdated but wanting to be modern condo and Megan said “I can picture some 80’s asshole living there. Like Richard Gere or James Spader.” I almost collapsed on the Greenway laughing. Because she was so right! It was so where an 80’s asshole would live.
Look at this asshole. And his condo.
After that I headed to the LynLake festival where I interviewed people for my Street Stories project. Ryan was my partner in crime/cameraman and I got to talk and joke around with a bunch of interesting people. At dinner I watched my pal Emma discover a long-lost relative. A friend of hers joined us for dinner with a friend of his and introduced them. Within minutes Emma was yelling “Oh my god! You’re a Wong!” And the two of them began to go over the genealogy of their families “You know the Wong that owns a restaurant in Rochester? That’s my great Uncle!” It goes on and on like this until they discover they are distant cousins. It was a beautiful and exciting thing to watch unfold.
On the beat with Al, Ryan and me.
I started watching the film “The Panic in Needle Park”. In one scene, Al Pacino’s character is talking to his girlfriend, asking her about where’s she’s from and why she left her mother and father in Fort Wayne, Indiana. She doesn’t really know. He responds:
