When I was 13, I promised myself that I would live in a big city so I could sit in a cafe, read a book, and people-watch. There was just something so romantic and “sophisticated” about that dream, compared to reading a book in a dim, crumbling shanty with an overprotective mother and grandmother doting […]
On the ninth day of Sexmas, I delivered to mommy…. Tom Selleck calling. I really do have a hard time telling the difference between Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds. I guess Tom is hairier… How could we gauge this? Quick – someone invent a Hairometer so you can guess your HMI (Hair Mass Index). I […]
On the forth day of Sexmas, I delivered to mommy…. Gunslinging Alec Baldwin! Because men without shirts are hot…but men without shirts with GUNS are even hotter! We even have bonus armpit hair for Anyu’s enjoyment. ::shudders:: Honestly, I have no idea where these photos are from, but I like them because Alec sort of […]
Sometimes, you just can’t find a good guy with a hairy chest.
Please read New York, New York Part I & Part II before reading this story. The bus pulled into the church parking lot after midnight. My mother breathed a sigh of relief as I climbed down the narrow steps and into her spicy mustard-colored station wagon. “How vas […]
“I can’t belief you vould drag me up dis early for a stupid trip,” my mother said as we walked towards the main entrance of the Middlesex Mall. Even the security guard looked sleepy as he unlocked the doors and ushered us into the empty corridor. I however, was wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. I was going […]
“Anyu, Youth Group is having a trip tomorrow. I just need you to sign this permission slip and I will be out of your way ALL DAY tomorrow. Isn’t that great?” I carefully placed the paper down in front of her and crossed my fingers. She glanced down and her face twisted into a horrified […]
After some minor technical issues,I arrived at my cousin’s house. I clumsily fumbled with my luggage and keys trying to get through the extra-narrow corridor. Luckily, I don’t think anyone heard me because the crazy cat lady next door to my cousin fell asleep with QVC blaring on her TV again. I could hear Vince […]
Nichole Remmert writes: Hi there – I love your blog and tweets; I remember bits of my own childhood when I read your stuff. My own nagymama died before I ever knew her, when my mom was just 14. Her father was always at work (and not Hungarian), and The Uncles (her mother’s brothers) saw […]
