Posted in January 2013

Hump Day Lube

Hump Day Lube

I was glad that the roads were precipitation free as I barreled down Pennsylvania Avenue. The last thing I needed was to hit a patch of black ice the first night winter descended on Washington DC. Jiffy Lube closed at 7.  It was 6:45. After sliding past many yellow lights I promptly made it there by … Continue reading

14. Yellow Puddles

14. Yellow Puddles

When I was five years old I endured weekly Saturday ballet classes.  I begged my father to let me quit.  I was dying to play outside with the other neighborhood kids on Saturday mornings.  He refused.  After some months it was time for my first recital.  My family descended from all 5 New York boroughs … Continue reading

Monster Under the Sink

Monster Under the Sink

I was delighted by the smell of bleach.  Bathrooms.  Check!  Newspaper trick my husband taught me plus Windex equals a streak free mirror.  I’ve got the foyer smelling like pine. Only one thing left.  The stove top could benefit from some Lysol.  Just a short reach under the kitchen sink and I’ll be done cleaning for … Continue reading

Pasta Paired with…Odwalla?

Pasta Paired with…Odwalla?

When my friend asked me to join her for dinner my eyes widened a little bit. The thing is – it had been a year since I stepped foot in the place. Back then I was a regular. I knew all of the line cooks and of course – the bartender. The bartender and I … Continue reading

Trashing Cracks

Trashing Cracks

I was jogging this morning when I had an epiphany. I hate using the word epiphany. I think it’s a bit dramatic. I had a thought this morning. This is the first time I have ever felt adjusted to adulthood. It has been 12 years (since I graduated college). Later, I looked towards this cup … Continue reading

12. VIP

12. VIP

My dear Ellie.  I know you are a hot shot professor, drive a convertible, and consider yourself VIP wherever you go.  However, your orange ticket doesn’t mean you should wear a ball gown to the inauguration.  Hundreds of people got the same entrance ticket to stand a mile away from the president’s podium.  Ellie sweetie, … Continue reading

Hosting Eccentric Chili Pepper

Hosting Eccentric Chili Pepper

We were intoxicated New Yorkers.  Washingtonians weren’t ready for us.  How dare you stand so close while we use the ATM machine?  You got the grand scale cuss out you deserved.  So what if the four letter words were slurred? This is one of my most notorious memories of Ellie.  She called and needs a place … Continue reading

10. Jerry Maguire Style

10. Jerry Maguire Style

My eyes shrunk back into their sockets to the size of slits.  I tried to sit up straight.  I stretched my spine from tip to tip.  Surely, a succession of zzzzzs were going to escape from my mouth like some kind of garish cartoon, before my forehead hit the conference table.  I didn’t want to … Continue reading

8. Beaming Overdrawn Disgust

8. Beaming Overdrawn Disgust

The salesgirl, all of eighteen years old, rushed over to me after I started taking pictures of the paint samples. “You really can’t judge a paint sample with a cell phone picture.” I was feeling like she banned me from the paint aisle with her correction. I put down the paint sample slowly, and made … Continue reading

7.  Spikes & Meat?

7. Spikes & Meat?

I tried to draw myself a little reminder.  The exhibit leaves the National Museum of Women in the Arts on January 6th, I believe.  So I drew myself a little picture so that I would not miss it.  It was a little sketch on a post-it note by my nightstand.  It was supposed to be … Continue reading

6. Dashing Through Red Ribbons

6. Dashing Through Red Ribbons

So…I’m not one to brag but I used to be a track star.  When I ran I was in a zone.  That zone propelled me past my competitors on light feet.  After the first 300 meters I really hit my stride and glided down the last straightaway.  The form and coolness in my clenching muscles … Continue reading