On Sunday night, my friend Angela came into town from the Bay Area via Philadelphia. Being from the Bay Area, she has that semi-punk, I’m cooler than you San Francisco vibe thing going on. Angela is truly a citizen of the world having lived in Colombia, Spain, and England to name a few. She claimed that title years before Angelina Jolie borrowed the phrase as her own. Every time I hear her say it, my immediate thought is “Nope, Angela claimed that title years ago and you can’t have it!” Once Angela adopts a few kids and lives in Africa, I’ll try to copyright the moniker “Citizen of World” for her. Until then, she may have some stiff competition. But I digress. Yesterday, our friend Bert from Belgium came into town. My place is essentially their jet lag recovery home away from home before they venture south to Florida. Bert from Belgium brought over waffles, four kinds actually. And no these are not your standard waffle iron waffles either. These are amazing cookie-life, waffle-shaped yumminess in different flavors and different sizes. They will completely change your American point of view about what a waffle is and isn’t and you’ll realize that American waffles just have not reached their full potential. The so-called Belgian waffles we eat here have nothing on the real thing, baby.
Archive for July, 2009
I’m not an interesting person?
July 28th, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
In recent months, I’ve discovered I’m a relatively uninteresting person. I can talk about things I do did at work, I can discuss the book I’m currently reading, the cool stuff I did in my early 20s, every moment of my child’s life and I can stretch conversation about the weather to three minutes. Once the conversation stretches beyond these few topics, I’m at a loss for what to say and often say something inappropriate or stupid. My doctor tried really hard to blame it on Asperger’s (which I don’t have) and ADD (which I do have) but after multiple tests determined that I try to be social but really don’t have much to say. Luckily, my friends forgive me for being a dullard and most of them manage to listen to me talk about my child copiously without getting a glazed look on their face. What can I say? Drue has a bigger life than I do! The good news is that I have good friends and am very thankful for that. But I think it’s time to put them, and me, out of our collective misery.
A New Life (or the less Star Wars-like title – Unemployment)
July 27th, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
There are a few things you have to do when unemployed. Yes, you have to take every call and email from former coworkers, friends, and family and explain what happened. Yes, you have to tell the story over and over again ad naseum. Yes, you have to sound upbeat and chipper as if this is no big deal and sure, the last time you were unemployed Taco Bell had a 59 cent menu and now the cheapest thing is 89 cents! And yes, by the sixteenth communication, you have to start embellishing the story a little just to mix it up a bit and keep it interesting otherwise you will fall asleep and start snoring and maybe even drool a little mid-conversation. And yes, even people whom you warned, letting them know ahead of time that yes, this is coming! I am joining the ranks of the unemployed! still freak out on the actual day you become unemployed and ask “WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!” as if you had not explained it eleven times before.
But I digress.
