My away message had a link to this blog.
This is what I found when I returned to the computer:
bonniesnow: Jennifer, are you dating a cab driver?!
bonniesnow: I don't understand.
bonniesnow: Why don't you tell me about these things?!
bonniesnow: It's okay if you're dating a cab driver.
bonniesnow: We should talk.
bonniesnow: It's not okay if you're dating a cab driver. It's WEIRD!!!
bonniesnow: Just because a boy tells you that you're pretty doesn't mean that you have to go out with him.
bonniesnow: I tell you that you're pretty.
bonniesnow: I think you should call me.
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2.14.2008
5.03.2007
Response Card
Dear Mr. and soon-to-be-Mrs. Sortoffriends,
I'm mailing you this note card in place of the response card I should be sending, except that I can't send it because I left it in the back seat of a cab. It was early, and I was opening a pile of yesterday's mail, and I think it fell when I got mad at all the magazine subscription cards and matrimony. So, on the back of this note I'll write my name and the name of my "And Guest" who you won't know and who you'll probably never see again and I'll tell you that I'll have the chicken and he'll have the fish and I'll mail it to your mom and dad. Maybe the cab driver or the next rider will respond too.
Love,
Me
I'm mailing you this note card in place of the response card I should be sending, except that I can't send it because I left it in the back seat of a cab. It was early, and I was opening a pile of yesterday's mail, and I think it fell when I got mad at all the magazine subscription cards and matrimony. So, on the back of this note I'll write my name and the name of my "And Guest" who you won't know and who you'll probably never see again and I'll tell you that I'll have the chicken and he'll have the fish and I'll mail it to your mom and dad. Maybe the cab driver or the next rider will respond too.
Love,
Me
1.19.2007
Sister Winter
My sister was 16. Or 17.
There was a storm.
I was sort of joking when I suggested the shoot.
There was a storm.
I was sort of joking when I suggested the shoot.
I guess it's good that she doesn't put her summer clothes in storage.
1.16.2007
And We'll Never Be Lonely Anymore
I fell in love with this dress as soon as I saw it on the runway.
I showed my mom the photos and she told me that I could have the dress if/when I chose to have a wedding.
I'd considered, at one time, getting married for good health insurance, so getting married for a good dress wasn't out of the question.
I didn't let her trick me, though. Someday it will be on sale. And someone will get married and I will get to wear my dress.
1.09.2007
12.19.2006
Girl Talk
My grandfather went to the News Corp. holiday party on Friday night.
While there, a 20something-year-old girl who worked for one of the other papers asked him to kiss her. "On the lips."
He said that she was pretty. And that she wanted to listen to his stories. And, I assume, she was at least a little drunk.
Next July: our 87/27 joint birthday party. Ladies?
While there, a 20something-year-old girl who worked for one of the other papers asked him to kiss her. "On the lips."
He said that she was pretty. And that she wanted to listen to his stories. And, I assume, she was at least a little drunk.
Next July: our 87/27 joint birthday party. Ladies?
11.13.2006
Something
Something about the way she told me to put the pills away.
Something about cinematic sleeping.
Something about riding around.
Something about running around.
Something about "synching."
Something about meeting your mom on myspace.
Something about paving a parking lot to put up a tennis court.
Something about ticketing.
Something about etched logos.
Something about blaming you for the time.
Something about cinematic sleeping.
Something about riding around.
Something about running around.
Something about "synching."
Something about meeting your mom on myspace.
Something about paving a parking lot to put up a tennis court.
Something about ticketing.
Something about etched logos.
Something about blaming you for the time.
12.28.2005
Mother Knows Best (but she couldn't get past the title)
My away message had a link to my blog.
This is what I found when I returned to the computer:
bonniesnow: Jennifer, are you dating a cab driver?!
bonniesnow: I don't understand.
bonniesnow: Why don't you tell me about these things?!
bonniesnow: It's okay if you're dating a cab driver.
bonniesnow: We should talk.
bonniesnow: It's not okay if you're dating a cab driver. It's WEIRD!!!
bonniesnow: Just because a boy tells you that you're pretty doesn't mean that you have to go out with him.
bonniesnow: I tell you that you're pretty.
bonniesnow: I think you should call me.
This is what I found when I returned to the computer:
bonniesnow: Jennifer, are you dating a cab driver?!
bonniesnow: I don't understand.
bonniesnow: Why don't you tell me about these things?!
bonniesnow: It's okay if you're dating a cab driver.
bonniesnow: We should talk.
bonniesnow: It's not okay if you're dating a cab driver. It's WEIRD!!!
bonniesnow: Just because a boy tells you that you're pretty doesn't mean that you have to go out with him.
bonniesnow: I tell you that you're pretty.
bonniesnow: I think you should call me.
9.29.2005
pretty/petty (part 2)
"You're too pretty to be ugly," she said that she'd always said to her.
She agreed.
As did I, I suppose.
We all vowed to use it to title our books.
Do we all have the same mom?
She agreed.
As did I, I suppose.
We all vowed to use it to title our books.
Do we all have the same mom?
7.13.2005
6.19.2005
No, my mom is a bus driver.
In nursery school I told my teacher that my mom drove a school bus.*
Said teacher to mom: "Wow, Bonnie, it's amazing that you manage to work full time and to drive JenSnow to school each morning and to pick her up each afternoon and to take care of a baby and to help out with class projects and..."
Said mom: Work full time?
Said teacher: Well, driving the bus takes a lot out of your day, no?
Obviously, this would portend the endless amounts of chauffeuring Mom was to do over the next 12 years.
And we never even had a minivan.
I didn't learn: two years later, when testing to get into kindergarten, I chose to forget the fact that I'd learned that my dad was a "financial analyst," and instead to peg his profession as, "He barbecues." when asked.
*Bus/cab, bear with me. Both are yellow.
Said teacher to mom: "Wow, Bonnie, it's amazing that you manage to work full time and to drive JenSnow to school each morning and to pick her up each afternoon and to take care of a baby and to help out with class projects and..."
Said mom: Work full time?
Said teacher: Well, driving the bus takes a lot out of your day, no?
Obviously, this would portend the endless amounts of chauffeuring Mom was to do over the next 12 years.
And we never even had a minivan.
I didn't learn: two years later, when testing to get into kindergarten, I chose to forget the fact that I'd learned that my dad was a "financial analyst," and instead to peg his profession as, "He barbecues." when asked.
*Bus/cab, bear with me. Both are yellow.
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