second full day of fall: bon voyage summer
I already miss summer, and it's only been fall for two days. I get sad thinking about its end, even though fall is also one of my fav seasons, so I thought I'd post some pics I just downloaded from various events throughout the summer. There's some more that didn't fit on the page, so I'll post more later.
From Tom Petty...my only excuse for wearing sunglasses at night. And my "dude be my boyfriend" shirt, which I think I need to retire.
Me and Katie went out to brunch at Dali's Cafe in Downers Grove, and took Mulligan too...
Here's an action shot of Mulligan going for a piece of pretend food. She's so gullible! And I love when she opens her giant Brontasaurus-sized mouth for anything that even remotely looks like food.
Halli-Rudy, pimp style. Those are his office plants on the 87th floor of corporateworld.
Rocky Horror-Jeff, pimp style. Love those fishnets. And the sidepart--only few can rock it!
Ben and Katie on my back porch...I think the point of this pic was to show Ben's stature compared with Katie's tiny one, but it just ended up being a normal, posable pic.
Maura and Dawn at...Kenny's? Maybe? Can't remember, but I do remember the dance party and Dawn's sister Lauren on the floor. She's one wild bride-to-be.
I strapped a babushka to Mulligan's head, but could barely get a pic because she was panting so hard and shaking her enormous melon side to side. She's the...other sister.
I babysat for Riley and Tyler a few times this summer, and we made pancakes one night for dinner. I made Rog's classic Mickey Mouse pancake, and they were amazed like,
pancakes can be made into animals?? Then we decorated some of the left-overs and made a brunch plate with donut holes for their parents to see when they got home. Pretty artsy, if you ask me.
my parents went to an Indigo Girls concert last night...
Which is the perfect segue to the screen below..."Welcome Ladies Skerrett" would welcome me at every upscale hotel if I had lesbian moms. My next door neighbors, Margi, Maureen, and Katherine, used to have to attend Lillith Fair with our moms, and we told all the lesbians around us that we were a blended family. We didn't know how else to describe the five of us being there, or when our moms would break into song in unison to "Angel" by Sarah MacLachlan.
But my dad went with my mom to this specifically-Indigo Girls concert last night, and they were telling me all about the different political tees that they saw there at dinner tonight. My mom said, "You know, there weren't many pro-Bush slogans we saw" and I started to say something about I'm sure you could find
some Indigo Girls fans who liked bush, but then felt inappropriate. But Rog totally picked up on it, and he goes, "Yeah there were some t-shirts that said 'girls play here' written across the chest!" Then he went into describing the different hand signals that were tossed in the air (i.e. cowabunga/hang ten, devil horns/rock out, peace sign--I was getting really confused at this point trying to explain why these signs were in the air--) and said he thought people were making gang signs. So I gave him the finger and I said, "This one will always mean 'fuck you' Dad," and we all laughed and ate our tilapia.
When Maura and I neglected to plan Amsterdam & Queen's Day to the point of finding lodging, we discovered everything was booked up, except for this $$ suite in the Hague. So we thought of our parents, urging us to use them in any emergency...and this was an emergency! We wanted to get high, and even better if we could jump on hotel beds! This display was on our screen when we checked in, the beginning of our wifedom. We joined accounts two days later.
We of course, had to keep up on trash rags. If you can see, and I know you're looking, this was about Britney's preggers nightmare! Or as The Enquirer called it, a "CRISIS!" This inane information made me feel at home, even while sunning on the lawn at Stanstead Airport, Maura's favorite place to meet Will Doran.
TOURIST: [takes first pic unknowingly] Are you ready? Smile! [attempts to take pic, shutter clicks three times]
TOURIST: Did I do it? Did it take?
US: Yeah, I think so! Thanks!
TOURIST: Wuhl, it's not coming up on the screen. Lemme take one more for good measure!
US: [silent fuming masked by grinning] Great!
...three pictures later...this is only one of the salvageable ones, us mid-pose, not knowing this retard was taking our pictures. Thanks, we'll use timers or each other from now on, you idiot.
Five bucks if you can guess this restaurant in Montmartre, and yes, we did take a picture. But we felt dumb the whole time, not at all very fabulous, or destined.
Travel Scrabble at the villa! Posted upside-down so you can give yourself a neck cramp trying to read all the words, or practice your upside-down reading skills. Okay, really, I just don't know how to flip pics.
A smorgasboard of all your sexual needs...that's right: piss, sandwich, fist, the erotic list goes on! Thank goodness for commas or that would truly be a nightmare. But I guess like, if you're into that, that's cool.
NO waffles, jerks! Keep'em outside the store! Taco Salads and ice cream cones welcome.
This was a newspaper print table, like remember how they used to have Wendy's? This one's way cooler though. And there's no barbeque sauce residue.
life-altering news
This is how I used to watch tv. After flipping through 14 channels for 23 years of my life, a good majority of which are foreign language tv (i.e. Italian cooking shows, Korean game shows, Spanish soap operas), I would get so bored I would settle for "everybody loves raymond" or sometimes even "frasier." I know, I'm embarrassed too.
This is how I'll soon be watching tv...that's right, today is a day that goes down in the Skerrett family record books: We. Got. Cable.
Or maybe that doesn't convey excitement: We! Got! CABLE! I'm also a bit terrified, because after growing up a tv-head with public television, I feel like my life will be altered dramatically now that I have access to a billion channels, or at least what seems like a billion channels. I'll no longer be able to make up my mind and will end up flipping channels, not being able to choose a show because I'll feel like I'm missing 12 other good shows.
Convenient that I'm moving out, and will only be able to enjoy the spoils of cable for two weeks. I think this was planned by Kar & Rog, so I'm trying not to feel too bitter. Especially since my mom is also buying a new car this week?! And my brother is going to buy the Jeep from them?! Things are-a changin at the Skerretts but I feel like I missed the train.
My Sundays have now been weird two weeks in a row. Today I listened to "Power, Corruption, & Lies" (which, I agree with Dan Schneider, is probably one of New Order's best) while painting a file cabinet (yellow!) on my back porch. It's going to go in my new apartment, whenever I finally move in. Normally, I would feel very Martha Homemaker-crossed-with-Bob Villa while completing a task such as this. But today I had a lot of strange thoughts on my brain.
For example, now that my hair is dark again, I was thinking about Betty & Veronica of Archie comics fame, which I read religiously in my childhood. Okay, sometimes I still glance over them when I'm waiting in line at the checkout counter while grocery shopping.
I always idolized Betty, since she's so wholesome, tomboyish, and fun, but always felt like I acted more like Veronica, the heinous brunette bitch with an extensive wardrobe. When I was younger, I always thought, who the hell would want to date Veronica? She is like the least likable character, especially when compared with the cute blonde Betty (who can also cook like nobody's business; that's sometimes how she got in Archie's favor). But then I remembered: Reggie Mantle! HE will always be after Veronica, even though there's that weird dynamic of the love triangle between Betty-Veronica-Archie. Like when Archie decides he likes Betty this week, Veronica automatically goes to the Sadie Hawkins dance with Reggie, who is always her old standby. Now that I'm thinking about it, Reggie is pretty much after everyone: Midge, Moose's girl; Betty, when she's not with Archie. In the realworld Riverdale, he'd probably be after Jughead too because I mean, who doesn't love a guy that can stomach that much food and cares so much about a dog named Hot Dog?
See what I mean? A pretty strange thoughts day for me...and thinking about going to the career tomorrow isn't exactly making me excited. On the plus-side, I get to start decorating my good-sized cubicle. Which means insane amounts of Mulligan pics everywhere.
From Tom Petty...my only excuse for wearing sunglasses at night. And my "dude be my boyfriend" shirt, which I think I need to retire.
Me and Katie went out to brunch at Dali's Cafe in Downers Grove, and took Mulligan too...
Here's an action shot of Mulligan going for a piece of pretend food. She's so gullible! And I love when she opens her giant Brontasaurus-sized mouth for anything that even remotely looks like food. 
Halli-Rudy, pimp style. Those are his office plants on the 87th floor of corporateworld. 
Rocky Horror-Jeff, pimp style. Love those fishnets. And the sidepart--only few can rock it!
Ben and Katie on my back porch...I think the point of this pic was to show Ben's stature compared with Katie's tiny one, but it just ended up being a normal, posable pic. 
Maura and Dawn at...Kenny's? Maybe? Can't remember, but I do remember the dance party and Dawn's sister Lauren on the floor. She's one wild bride-to-be. 
I strapped a babushka to Mulligan's head, but could barely get a pic because she was panting so hard and shaking her enormous melon side to side. She's the...other sister.
