Tuesday, September 27, 2011

game over.

get real.

A pink-less bachelorette party. Sh!t is about to get real for Rachael.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

it's the real thing.

I have a Coca-Cola problem. It's a chronic condition I have been fighting totally embracing for most of my life. It's delicious. And refreshing. (As they say.)

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My taste for this beverage is known throughout the lands. At my peak, (middle school and high school - when caffeine consumption was apparently my form of rebellion) I was probably drinking 6 cans a day. Yes, a full six-pack. One for breakfast, one for lunch, two after school, one for dinner, and one before bed. It's sad (awesome), but true. I probably should have started buying stock in the company as soon as I learned that two days worth of milk money bought me a Coke instead.

And don't ask if I would like a Pepsi, because I would not. Pepsi tastes like watered down Diet Coke. And Diet Coke is not real Coke. (Sorry Coca-Cola Co., it's not. And don't even get me started on "Coke Zero".) Here's a hilarious side tangent: Just the other night, I was at dinner with my sister at a new restaurant that opened on Division Street. Our waiter came over to take our drink orders, and I said "I'll have a Coke, if you've got it...", half expecting the "We have Pepsi, is that okay?" response. (see above) Instead, he said in a sing-song-y voice "Oooohhh, we actually have agave nectar cola, is that okaaay?" ... My sister claims I laughed in his face. I ordered a beer.

While I have (painstakingly) worked my daily intake of The Pause That Refreshes down to... wait for it... ONE per day* (I KNOW), our relationship is still real. It's the real thing.

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*Okay, sometimes I have more than one. But fountain sodas shouldn't really count. If they don't have their mix right, it's mostly soda water anyway... right?

Friday, September 9, 2011

a special day.

Happy 1st Birthday, Ellie Z! Our littlest lady. We're so glad you're here.


I love you Mom! I miss you every day. I love when people tell me I remind them of you. (I bet you already knew that.)


P.S. I'm really liking that short perm my mom is rocking in that photo... too 1986? I think I could do it.