sign that i need a new car: someone fucking swiped the H symbol off the back of my civic. what exactly does one do with such a treasure? hmm? are these a hot commodity?
the least they could have done was gone into the car and stolen my ipod that i’d left in there…or my baseball glove…or my library books…or my paperwork for my new health card and my new license that i NEED to get done before i turn 30 on the 22nd (so. not. happening)
oh, and ps…why doesn’t the civic have cup holders that actually, i don’t know, WORK? i shouldn’t have to hold my coffee cup in the morning for fear that it will spill every time i turn a corner. just saying.
sign that my mother might know how to read a blog…or she’s just the patron saint of good timing: “Ali…do you remember that hoodie (she used the word hoodie! could you die?) that i brought for you when i came to visit in October?” um, that would be this one right here…
that i posted. yesterday. “Well, did you know that they sell those at Macy’s?” (no, i didn’t) “Do you want me to pick up a couple for you?” (yes, i do)
sign that my sister is the most amazing person in the world: for my birthday, she wants to fly me to NYC for the weekend. just like that. she really is my favorite, and i promise it’s not because she gives me free trips. we are alike in ridiculous ways, even down to our travel toothbrushes. same make, same color. we are the same person, even though we look like strangers.
sign that Shane may have acted for the first time in her life: “Oh, Matt! Matt! oh, Matt! I’m going to faint! You picked me! Oh, Matt! i. love. you. oh, camera, are you getting my best angles?! Matt, when you kiss me..make sure you only move your bottom lip”
can someone PLEASE tell me why i still watch this garbage? i could be spending my time watching season 1 of How I Met Your Mother. I’d had it downloaded for months and just haven’t had the time to watch it. and i’m still trying to work on Resolution #11. the good news is that i’ve now seen all the Bournes. and all the Die Hards. and the first half of the first Lethal Weapon. so, that’s something, right? anyone want to lend me a copy of Braveheart??
sign that i actually am a girl: sure, i like sports. football. basketball. hockey. and sure, i like even play softball. and sure, i like video games (grand theft auto IV is pretty fucking awesome…and MarioKart for the wii. sweet!). and i like movies where people die from getting shot more than i like movies where people die from a lengthy disease. and i drink BEER. lots of it. and i like sex. lots of it. and i’m typically considered one of the guys. BUT, lately i have been coveting THESE:
i want a pair of HOT PINK sandals for the summer. i’m seeing them everywhere. and i’m drooling. and i NEED them.
**am i the only one who knows this song? please tell me i’m not.
and don’t forget to enter my DVD give-away contest over at Juice this week! all you have to do is register with UrbanMoms and tell me your favorite Bob Dylan song!!
And therefore when you were little too. But maybe not on American Sesame Street ? It’s true that you and your sister don’t look alike. However, in that picture, she looks like Isabella ! Lucky you, getting to go to NYC 
