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The Stories of My Life: Police at the CVS...and When It's a Big Deal
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The Stories of My Life. Thursday, March 13, 2014. Police at the CVS.and When It's a Big Deal. Because I live off of a busy highway right outside of Washington DC, 5 minutes from both the Pentagon and a national airport, I've become accustomed to seeing police cars everywhere. Last summer there was a police chase ending in the suspects crashing in to a gas station. Was available (because I still haven't seen it, y'all! And miracle of miracles, there were two empty parking spots right by the door! Well, I ...
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The Stories of My Life: August 2013
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The Stories of My Life. Sunday, August 11, 2013. A Weekend Trip to New York. At the end of 2012, when I was living in Jerusalem, an awesome family, the Vogelmanns, moved to Jerusalem and joined our branch. They definitely became like family to me, and it was great to have some surrogate nieces and nephews around while I was so far from my own family. It was wonderful to catch up with them and I'm already looking forward to next year when they come back again! Kevin's parents live on the 34th floor of an ...
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The Stories of My Life: Death of an Alternator
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The Stories of My Life. Friday, March 14, 2014. Death of an Alternator. Today's story comes to you from the repository of work I did for my creative writing class, so it's in "memoir style." Which is kind of like Gangnam style, but not quite as cool. It couldn’t. With one final shudder and a terrible lurch, my car died in the middle of an intersection on a dimly lit street. Gathering my wits about me, I pushed my car to the side of the road andcalled my roommate. 8220;Hi Teresa,” I said. 8221; she asked.
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The Stories of My Life: May 2013
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The Stories of My Life. Sunday, May 19, 2013. On the Street Where I Live. When I moved to Columbus, I had two main requirements for housing. It had to be cheap, and I wanted my own apartment. Of course, I wanted it to be safe, and I didn't want to be living in a dump. But living alone for cheap was at the top of the list. Like the time I drove by a random carnival ride graveyard (? And saw the creepiest and most ghetto falling apart carnival rides I had ever seen. And I think it was open for business.
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The Stories of My Life: Giving Up Guilt (for Lent)
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The Stories of My Life. Wednesday, March 5, 2014. Giving Up Guilt (for Lent). For reasons that won't be enumerated here, I've had quite a long hiatus from blogging. I keep thinking about posting again, but haven't had the motivation or the inspiration. Well friends, today I got both the motivation and the inspiration, in part by my sister's revamped blog. Song, slightly modified, by One Direction.) Most of the stories will probably be under the aforementioned categories of hilarious and/or ridiculous...
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The Stories of My Life: June 2013
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The Stories of My Life. Sunday, June 30, 2013. Car Troubles (or "A Day in the Life of a Poverty-Stricken Grad Student"). I bought a car last year when I came back from Jerusalem. I tried not to be desparate in the decision-making process, but with a very small budget and a very short period of time in which to find a car that would be immediately able to make a trip across the US filled with my earthly belongings (thankfully I don't have very many! I was somewhat limited in my decision-making process.
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The Stories of My Life: The Crawl Space
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The Stories of My Life. Friday, March 7, 2014. We let her come in, but my roommate had a better idea. "The crawl space! She said cryptically. As we both looked at her in confusion, she explained that she had seen a maintenance guy go up into the attic to fix the heating or something. "There's a crawl space up there.I think it goes all the way across the complex! My roommate, Stephanie, is a writer.and she put the story in to one of her books, Prank Wars. So basically I'm famous now. You probably dont kno...
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The Stories of My Life: Mad Artistic Skills
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The Stories of My Life. Saturday, March 8, 2014. It's no secret that I can't draw. Even my stick figures look like the work of a 5-year-old. One time I had to draw a pig at work for a unity activity, and this. Happened. Another time I had to draw a cat in class, and my classmate thought it was a mosquito. Needless to say, I try to avoid drawing wherever possible. Or make the cards myself, knowing that the recipients would snicker every time they looked at them? Since Christmas is not celebrated in Taiwan...
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The Stories of My Life: Bacon Cheeseburgers and Coffee
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The Stories of My Life. Sunday, March 9, 2014. Bacon Cheeseburgers and Coffee. This story was already briefly mentioned when I wrote about spending the Jewish holiday of Rosh Hashanah at a small village community in Israel in 2011. After I politely refused, they didn't push the matter, but instead asked why Mormons don't drink wine. "It's a commandment from God," I explained, thinking that my conservative Jewish friends with their extremely strict dietary laws (and their observance of Shabbat even in...
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The Stories of My Life: Buying a Mattress, Ghetto Style
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The Stories of My Life. Monday, March 10, 2014. Buying a Mattress, Ghetto Style. When I first moved to Columbus for grad school, I had nothing but the clothes on my back. And everything that could fit in to my car (so I guess a little more than the clothes on my back.). You know what doesn't fit in to my car? Yes friends, I did. With the mattress flapping in the wind, I drove it home, cut if off my car, and hauled it in to my house. Because I'm ghetto like that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). On goo...