Monday, October 5

Angry Former Classmate

Last week I got an unhappy e-mail from someone who attended CUC with me. The back story is that at some point he sent me a Friend Request on Facebook. When I saw who our mutual friends were, I assumed that he was someone who knew Dwight and I accepted. Dwight's not on FB so quite a few classmates of his have sent me friend requests and I'm totally fine with that.

I chatted with this guy once or twice, but I actually don't frequently chat with people on FB (because the app sucks!). I just like to write on walls and look at pictures...and play a little Scrabble. A few months later this guy sends me an IM and says, "How do I know you? We never write on each other's walls. I think I should remove you." So I explain that I'm assuming he knows Dwight but that I'm fine with him removing me. He says he doesn't know Dwight, we proceed to chat for a bit and then later that evening, I remove him as a friend - because obviously he seems fine with that.

A few more months go by and then I get this message from him on FB. Actually, before I post that message, I need to give you a little more background.
My junior year in college...which was...ahem...thirteen years ago, a co-worker (and friend) from the Communications Department and I agreed to be co-editors of the yearbook. I should never have agreed to it. In addition to taking a full load (maybe even overtime), I was also working 20 hours a week and I had a very busy social life. (Which pretty much means that I was spending copious amounts of time with my boyfriend, Seth. That name will come up again.) So, yeah, I was a bit of a slacker on the yearbook front. Plus we didn't really have very much help - I think the yearbook staff was pretty much just the two of us. At some point we started asking people to give us pictures - we put ads in the school papers and made announcements - but we didn't get tons of photos donated. Anyone who went to our school will probably not be shocked by that because...how to say this nicely?...our school lacked for spirit.

At the end of the year, we scrambled to get this yearbook together. My co-editor got stuck with a lot of the layout work and I scrounged together my personal photographs to fill the empty pages. We did the best we could but overall, not the most gratifying experience.

I think that gives you all the background you need to properly comprehend this e-mail.
I remember you now.....i was just looking at the old CUC yearbook....remember? the one you used as your own personal platform for you and your brother and friends to make it look like you were more popular than you actually were? hahahaha i remember now.....i always wondered how i remembered your name.....every other page has a picture of you or part of your clan or family......i actually was there as long as you were and never even was in one photo....i guess there wasnt enough room.....you really should have been suspended for that.....it was funny though......it made you look like a total snob though.....if you only heard the things people said about you after looking at that.....it really was pathetic....there were at least 10 more pictures of you and seth and your friends than anyone else in the whole book......you really owe a lot of people a sincere apology for that by the way LOL.....you should be ashamed of yourself for abusing the editor responsibilities.....im not mad.....just now remembered after looking at the book how absolutely pathetic you really are.

I asked a couple of friends if anyone remembered the guy who sent this to me and none of them did. To which I gave this smart alec retort, "Well, maybe we would remember him if he had been in the yearbook."

But kidding aside, I do wish that I'd been a better yearbook editor.

Friday, September 11

Pastor Ryan'sBolognese Sauce

I want to try making a vegetarian version of this pasta sauce because I've heard good things about it.

Sunday, August 16

Marital Bliss

Yesterday we had some friends over. Because I had waited until after Dwight woke up to take my shower, I took advantage and spent a few minutes doing some extras like drying my hair and putting on make-up. When I finished up and went downstairs, I asked Dwight if my makeup was over the top. I could tell by his reaction and the way he said, "You look nice" that he wasn't completely sold on it. So I pressed him a little (typical wife) and he said, "Well, I'm just not sure about that blue stuff you put under your eyes."

Me: "Umm, that's not makeup, that'd be the bags under my eyes."