35 posts tagged “family”
Mom: Are you having a Dan in Real Life moment, Molly?
Me: What is that?
Mom: It's this Steve Carrell movie where he goes home for the holidays and he feels like no one in his family is listening to him.
Me: I just think it's fucking horrific that every sentence I start is cut off by someo--
Step Dad: SEANA! LOOK! WE GOT A PACKAGE!
Me: Yup. Molls in Real Life.
...the working title would be Blizzard Waffles.
Would you not buy that book?
Get out of here.
Samantha, age 11.
I finally arrived in Boston at 11-something PM after missing my morning flight because 10 extra minutes of sleep, 15 minutes of late cab drivers and 20 minutes of an inconsiderate Persian woman unpacking and repacking her suitcases in front of me at the check-in point when she learned that there was a baggage fee ('parently the bitch lives under a rock cause I showed up with 1 bag and about 200 bucks in cash prepared for the worst. I think everyone I've seen in the last month has mentioned that they charge you for checked bags now. I guess homegirl doesn't get out much... or ever.)
Last night I fell asleep in a Sacramento Kings bed (my step-bros were born in NorCal) with Rockband equipment all around me, knitting and half-watching Real Housewives of OC. All throughout the night I kept half-waking, sure I wasn't at home, but still comfortable because I could feel my little baked potato of a dog curled up on my tummy.
Today I hung out with my mom. We decided we're going to bake a lot of gifts this year, which is a first for the two of us. My mom ran her own catering business for years, but as Rachael Ray will tell you, cooking and baking are two different animals. I just want to make cookies and put them in cellophane bags with little ribbons on them.
Anyway, I'm here, I'm safe. I'm trying to get my step-dad and mom to pull it together and get the wireless password (Seriously-- let me stress this: THEY PAY FOR WIRELESS INTERNET AND HAVE FOR OVER A YEAR AND DON'T KNOW THE PASSWORD, RENDERING IT FUCKING USELESS.) I'm going to go eat some homemade beef stew and knit some more. Maybe watch all the Anna Nicole DVDs I brought with me.
See ya in a bit.
My grandmother passed away my sophomore year of college, exactly six days after my grandfather passed away. She was my best friend, my soulmate and the number one influence in all things Molls. I never, ever talk about her, but I think of her constantly. This may even be the first time I've ever acknowledged this on my blog, I don't know.
Anyway, she always used to say that when you go on vacation you should pack two pairs of shoes: a gold pair and a silver pair. They will compliment any outfit and are appropriate for day and evening. I don't know anything about fashion and infamously can't dress myself, but this seems like pretty solid advice. My grandmother had a size 10 foot and she left behind about 20 pairs of Ferragamo heels when she passed that fit absolutely no one. Well, they fit my Aunt Saragh (that'd be the Gaelic spelling of Sara, because McAleers roll with authenticity), but she just don't kick it like that. She's a mom at the beach, she don't have no need. She'd probably be more inclined to enjoy a fly pair of sneaks or a tight pair of flip flops. Saragh is kind of gangster, and that's why she's one of my favorite people ever. I'm really off-track. Point is: Nana had pretty impeccable taste, unlike myself, so that's some advice worth handing down I suppose.
Yesterday I bought these shoes (they were new! yay!) at the Salvation Army for one dollar. They are Michael Kors, who I personally think is a manufacturer of complete shit (hate, hate, hate his boring designs), but since they would kill two vacation shoe birds with one stone, I got them. I got my vacation shoes. Taking the solid advice of your dead relatives is big in 2008, you guys. Let's ride it in to '09 and beyond.
Now I need a vacation.
I think I want to move to New York.
Anyway, she always used to say that when you go on vacation you should pack two pairs of shoes: a gold pair and a silver pair. They will compliment any outfit and are appropriate for day and evening. I don't know anything about fashion and infamously can't dress myself, but this seems like pretty solid advice. My grandmother had a size 10 foot and she left behind about 20 pairs of Ferragamo heels when she passed that fit absolutely no one. Well, they fit my Aunt Saragh (that'd be the Gaelic spelling of Sara, because McAleers roll with authenticity), but she just don't kick it like that. She's a mom at the beach, she don't have no need. She'd probably be more inclined to enjoy a fly pair of sneaks or a tight pair of flip flops. Saragh is kind of gangster, and that's why she's one of my favorite people ever. I'm really off-track. Point is: Nana had pretty impeccable taste, unlike myself, so that's some advice worth handing down I suppose.
Yesterday I bought these shoes (they were new! yay!) at the Salvation Army for one dollar. They are Michael Kors, who I personally think is a manufacturer of complete shit (hate, hate, hate his boring designs), but since they would kill two vacation shoe birds with one stone, I got them. I got my vacation shoes. Taking the solid advice of your dead relatives is big in 2008, you guys. Let's ride it in to '09 and beyond.
Now I need a vacation.
I think I want to move to New York.
