Well, I did it. I friended my parents on Facebook. After listening to Mom’s plaintive pleas (“You’ll need to be my Facebook friend before you go to India, ok?”) for the past six weeks, I decided that enough was enough. Seconds after I fired off the friend request, I got a text message from Dad: “You could knock me over with a feather! I’m FB friend-worthy?!?! Are you feeling okay?!” Unsurprisingly, both of my shocked parents accepted my friend request.
Mom and I were sitting together in the kitchen on our laptops when our friendship became Facebook official. Naturally, we both started trolling around each other’s profiles. I teased her a little about how so many of her sorority sisters have gotten old and wrinkly and about how parents always “like” other people’s statuses and have long, drawn-out conversations through status comments. Mom’s first reaction to my (relatively vanilla) profile page was not a comment about pictures with red cups in them. Instead, she remarked, “Way to pretend like you’re all excited for India…” Because she’s my mother, she saw right through my phony Facebook status enthusiasm. Continue reading
My last post explored the Celebrations and Obituaries pages of the News & Observer. I neglected to mention my favorite Sports section page—the Thursday-only Triangle Outdoors feature. This is probably the best part of the whole paper. I eagerly anticipate Thursday mornings so I can rip the plastic bag off the newspaper and flip to the Triangle Outdoors “Reader Gallery” picture.
The reader gallery is a send-in-your-picture feature similar to those “Wild Weather” segments on TV news where people send in photographs of hail the size of softballs or tornadoes touching down in their backyards. Thursday’s Triangle Outdoors Reader Gallery pictures are SO much better. Triangle Outdoors, if you didn’t guess, is the outdoor sports news section that covers hunting and fishing. The Reader Gallery, logically, consists of pictures of people with last weekend’s big catch (or kill). Sure, great, you caught a 16-pound catfish. Cool. No. That’s not what I’m excited about. Continue reading
I’d bet money that I’m the only one of my friends who regularly reads the newspaper. At school, I eat breakfast (cereal—Cracklin’ Oat Bran on the bottom of the bowl, Golden Grahams in the middle, Cinnamon Toast Crunch on top) at South Dining Hall with the New York Times folded between my tray and my coffee. On the way out, I snag the USA Today puzzle page to work on during the day. These days, I flip through the News & Observer at the kitchen table.
The News & Observer is Raleigh’s primary daily newspaper. My parents spend Sunday mornings yearning for the Chicago Tribune, which we had delivered to NC for years, but I’ve grown quite fond of “The Old Reliable” N&O. After all, John Drescher, the executive editor, is a Cardinal Gibbons alum like me.
The N&O has a lot in common with most newspapers (yeah, they’re all failing! Ba-da-bing), but it has some oh-so-endearing distinguishing features. Continue reading
(Part 2 of my intermittent series of posts discussing good things about the South.)
It is rare to hear a true Southern accent in Cary.
North Carolinians joke that the name of the suburb I call home is actually an acronym for Concentrated Area of Relocated Yankees. Less light-hearted versions of the acronym include “Containment Area for Relocated Yankees” or “Can’t Afford Raleigh Yet”. Cary has seen rapid growth during the past 10 years or so, largely due to the expansion of nearby Research Triangle Park. Continue reading
This week, I’m taking the oral vaccination for typhoid. It’s a 4 pill series to be taken over 7 days. The directions are very specific—take the pills at the same time each day, 2 hours after eating, with a large glass of cold water. The pharmacist emphasized that the water must be COLD because warm water could activate the bacteria and actually give me typhoid fever. Yikes. As an oral vaccine, the pills contain a low dosage of live bacteria, but because the capsules are stored in the refrigerator (and taken with cold water), the bacteria are inactive. So far, no typhoid and no adverse symptoms.
Preparing for this trip to India is weird. I’ve never traveled to a place where I had to do so much work beforehand! Continue reading
Having grown up in a suburb of Chicago, I eat my pizza with a fork, I always root (hopelessly?) for the Cubs, and I know that the lake is always East. During the winter, giant piles of icy, dirty snow surrounded our mailbox. During the summer, the smell of asphalt from road resurfacing projects was as common as the tinkle of ice cream trucks.
We moved to North Carolina when I was almost 13. A week after we arrived, I got braces. A week after that, I started 8th grade. Needless to say, I didn’t have much to like about North Carolina for a while. Continue reading
A month from today, I’ll be on a plane to Orlando. A month from today is Independence Day. I can’t decide if seeing fireworks from an airplane will be cool or unnerving.
For the next 4 weeks, I’ll be working at my regular summer job as a swim lesson instructor. In the summer of 2006, I started my swim lesson business by teaching some neighbor kids how to swim. Over the years, the business has expanded rapidly. Continue reading