Tuesday, September 28, 2004
For your reading/slacking off at work enjoyment
In response to the very kind request from Brooke that everyone blog this week so she'd look busy at work, here goes it. Brooke, PLEASE tell me how to put pictures on this bad boy! I have so many hilarious things to share with you all including, but not limited to:
-the giant Bayside spirit poster (if you can call it that...it's really more of a tapestry-sized something)
-fun in Little Italy with Emily
-pictures from Europe for those of you who haven't gotten the full 3 hour presentation.
What to tell? What to tell? There's so much, and yet so little. I guess the really exciting news of the weekend was the phone call to Matt Hagaman, who didn't answer, but who, I found out later, was already asleep when we called...at 9:45....on Saturday night. This is what happens when you move back to Wilkesboro! Now, don't get me wrong. I love Wilkesboro...wouldn't have wanted to grow up anywhere else, but I'm SO glad I live in Washington Heights right now and not Moravian Falls. And I'm SO glad that I was out eating Thai food and Tasti-D-Lite with Emily and Jessica at 9:45 instead of being in the bed asleep.
So as you may have guessed, I left a message....3 times. It kept cutting me off before I was finished so I had to push the button to delete that message and re-record it. And by the time I actually left a message, it went roughly thus:
"Hey Matt this is Beth Parent I got your number from Carrie Church 'cause she said you were coming to New York and I live in New York so if you wanna call me here's my number bye."
Whew.
The reader will bear in mind that I have neither seen nor spoken to this boy since 1998...right after he got the giant tattoo of his initials on his arm. And HE CALLED ME BACK! Imagine the pee in my pants when, in the midst of a conversation with the lovely Megan Smith, the phone beeps and the caller ID indicates that Matt Hagaman is on the other line. So we talked for a good little while and he said that he'd LOVE to get together with me and the girls when he's in town running the marathon in November. Plus he insisted MANY a time that it was "so good to talk to/hear from" me. This is like a 7th grade dream come true. Too bad I'm in my mid-20's.
And speaking of people in their mid-20's....HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. MOTLEY!! YOU RULE!!!
-the giant Bayside spirit poster (if you can call it that...it's really more of a tapestry-sized something)
-fun in Little Italy with Emily
-pictures from Europe for those of you who haven't gotten the full 3 hour presentation.
What to tell? What to tell? There's so much, and yet so little. I guess the really exciting news of the weekend was the phone call to Matt Hagaman, who didn't answer, but who, I found out later, was already asleep when we called...at 9:45....on Saturday night. This is what happens when you move back to Wilkesboro! Now, don't get me wrong. I love Wilkesboro...wouldn't have wanted to grow up anywhere else, but I'm SO glad I live in Washington Heights right now and not Moravian Falls. And I'm SO glad that I was out eating Thai food and Tasti-D-Lite with Emily and Jessica at 9:45 instead of being in the bed asleep.
So as you may have guessed, I left a message....3 times. It kept cutting me off before I was finished so I had to push the button to delete that message and re-record it. And by the time I actually left a message, it went roughly thus:
"Hey Matt this is Beth Parent I got your number from Carrie Church 'cause she said you were coming to New York and I live in New York so if you wanna call me here's my number bye."
Whew.
The reader will bear in mind that I have neither seen nor spoken to this boy since 1998...right after he got the giant tattoo of his initials on his arm. And HE CALLED ME BACK! Imagine the pee in my pants when, in the midst of a conversation with the lovely Megan Smith, the phone beeps and the caller ID indicates that Matt Hagaman is on the other line. So we talked for a good little while and he said that he'd LOVE to get together with me and the girls when he's in town running the marathon in November. Plus he insisted MANY a time that it was "so good to talk to/hear from" me. This is like a 7th grade dream come true. Too bad I'm in my mid-20's.
And speaking of people in their mid-20's....HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. MOTLEY!! YOU RULE!!!
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