June 27, 2008 at 12:03 pm (Family, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: papa, sartorial
Lee mama was on the phone, so I had to consult with Lee papa.
Me: Have you seen my blue dress? You know, the one that you don’t like?
Papa: Why, are you going to wear it?
Me: Well, yes.
Papa: WHY!? Who has ever told you that it looked good?
Me: Plenty of people.
Papa: Well, they were all lying to you.
June 20, 2008 at 12:29 am (College, Inappropriate, Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: judgmental
…but a goodie.
*****: Aren’t you a little too old to be drinking wine from a box?
****: Aren’t you a little too young to be drinking?
June 19, 2008 at 5:35 pm (Family, Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: baking, papa
I’m baking. Why? WHY NOT!? Well, actually, there is a reason. I’m making cookies for my party tomorrow! Hurray! The cookies use sour cream, but then I had an excess of sour cream…and now I’m baking chocolate chip bread. But, the recipe is actually for coffee cake muffins, so it uses sour cream. Problem solved.
Quick break. Why? WHY NOT!? Well, this quotation is too good to pass up…
Setting: the car
Me: Hey, do you want me to paint your toenails?
*pause*
Lee Papa: Are you talking to me, or your mom?
Me: Why would I be talking to you?
Lee Papa: Well, your mom didn’t respond…so I thought I’d ask.
June 12, 2008 at 3:03 pm (Awkward, Family, Jane Austen, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: mama, papa
Just a smattering of the dialogue in my life. You know, kinda like a soundtrack, because I fail at music.
* ~ *
Diablo Vista graduation speaker: Over the past three years, I have grown so much academically and physically. When I entered 6th grade, I stood at a solid 4-foot-8. Since then, I have grown 8 inches…
* ~ *
The mother of the 8th grader I tutor: I wish I had a son, so then you could be my daughter-in-law.
* ~ *
Lee Mama: Hm. Your legs look longer in that skirt.
Lee Papa: Naw…still short.
Lee Mama: We’re talking about Cindy, not your legs!
* ~ *
Lee Mama: So, are you seeing anyone?
Me: No.
Lee Mama: Why not?
Me: There just isn’t anyone I’m interested right now.
Lee Mama: What are you looking for?
Me: Well, you have to have a connection, and then you see how they treat you, and their friends, and their family, and what they want to do with their lives, and where they’d want to live, and…
Lee Mama: You think too much! When I married your father, I did not know he wanted to leave the country!
June 6, 2008 at 10:56 am (Life, Posted by Cindy)
Tags: Jessica Simpson, LiLo, punal
So, sometimes, like any hot-blooded adolescent (ha!), I push the limits a bit. That is to say, I whine. And the parents? Well, they like to retort, “At least we’re not like Punal’s parents!” True story. Well, in addition to not being like Punal’s parents, I’m glad mine aren’t like these ones…
-Jessica Simpson’s dad is crazy!
-So is Lindsay Lohan’s mom!
We should put them on parade around the country. People should look at them before they ever raise children, and learn WHAT. NOT. TO. DO.
*This is not to say that I’m a good parent. Or that I will be a parent at all. But, HELLO? THEY’RE CRAZY!
June 2, 2008 at 3:48 pm (College, Life, Posted by Cindy, Science)
Tags: bloodstains, shampoo
Know why this title is perfect?
Brittany taught me a nifty trick a couple months ago that, until today, I had yet to try. She learned somewhere that shampoo gets out bloodstains! And, it does! It really does! As I saw a stain disappear in a wading pool of bubbles, I was yelling, “Wow! This is amazing!” in my head. And now, my fingers smell good, too, because my shampoo smells good!
That girl is a valedictorian of life, I tell ya.
June 1, 2008 at 1:26 am (Inappropriate, Is Assholes, Life, Posted by Cindy, Science)
Tags: IRS, period, TMI
Hormones is assholes.
In the vein of an earlier TMI post, I am not always very self-aware. So, about every two months, I think, “Hey, my boobs are bigger!” only to be disappointed yet again when, a week later, I start my period. I guess it’s at least reassuring to know that my boobs are finally big (ha!) enough to actually feel any sensitivity (as delineated ever so artfully by those sex ed pamphlets…not.) during such times. Oh, and I’m not on a 48-day cycle or anything. It’s just that the other months, I actually remember that I’m a woman, and that these things happen.
Sorry. TMI. I give you further examples of hormones-is-assholes. I’ve been picking fights with my family this week. The biochemistry of hormones is incredibly frustrating to learn (especially if you refuse/forget to do the reading). Oh, and I think I might be in trouble with the IRS.
That last one doesn’t have to do with hormones, but it is frustrating nonetheless. Happier post to come soon. Definitely before Monday, when I will attempt to deal with the IRS. Oh, and what is a hormone? A protein, peptide, or small, non-protein molecule, sent as a signal to effect reactions (e.g., a cascade or feedback loop) once it binds to its target receptor.
Aren’t you glad I pay attention in class sometimes?
