Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Welcome to Cribs-Boston!

I am totally livin’ large with my recent upgrade to a real grown up apartment. I can actually stand up in the whole damn thing, including my WALK-IN CLOSET. Those of you who had the pleasure of spending time in my old pad will appreciate this glorious change in ceiling space. Murphy and Smashworth—I am specifically talking to YOUs.

I told me mum that I would post some pics, so if you are interested, you can totally take a peek too. This may be the only time that some of you will ever see my bedroom other than in your dreams…or unless you have to get to the kitchen or the bathroom—because you have to walk through my bedroom in order to get to those destinations. But who cares when you’ve got a WALK-IN CLOSET?!?

Please don’t judge the amount of IKEA furniture that you see before you—I am just doing my part (as we all should) to keep Sweden afloat…and it makes me feel “legit” when I get to put my own furniture together.

So please step into my crib, y’all, and I’ll point out some of the most important features.


Here is my very motley living room. The pictures are straight in real life, even though they look all skeewampus here.

My boudoir. Clearly, I am HEAVY into geometry. Ma, this is the quilt I told you about.
Yes, I still have a twin bed, people. Go ahead and snicker.
The Kitchen. I have so much more room in which to make shakes and soup.
Murphy is so pissed about the cruel irony of our kitchen situation.
My favorite thing in the kitchen is my collage of family and friends.
It seriously makes me smile every time I look at it.
The necessities: black-and-white checkered bathroom floor, and Bruce Springsteen shrine.
The WALK-IN CLOSET!!!!! It's a work-in-progress.
Sorry I don't have any pics. of the laundry room, but I am sure you can imagine it...think "basement chic".
The end.

Birthday Wishes for Marissa


Here are my birthday wishes especially for Marissa:

  • May your new rubber boots last forever.
  • May Mike know what to do with them.
  • May your boobs always be the topic of discussion and/or crude art.
  • Should you break your arm in California, may you find a sword to plant in Arizona.
  • And finally…may you find the perfect squirrel with elephantitus of the balls. (Please correct me if you know the proper spelling for the aforementioned disease. Thanks.)

Love, Mighmi

Families That Bathe Together...

...stay together. I could write volumes on this topic, but I think the picture speaks for itself.




I miss you guys.

Monday, August 28, 2006

When the Lights—Go Down—in the Ci-ity…

and the sun-shines-onnnn the bay, oooo, I wanna be th-Ere in my CIty, woo-oh-oh...oh-woo-oh-woo-oh-oh-oh…

I don’t actually know if that song is about San Francisco, but somebody started singing it from day one of my trip, and it’s been stuck in my head ever since. Let’s just hope it takes less time to exit my brain than Janet Jackson’s “Nasty Boys,” which I had the misfortune to have had trapped in my brain the entire time I backpacked Europe. Seriously—I think that it lasted an unprecedented three months at the top of my involuntary brain chart. Who’s jammin’ to my nasty brew? NaAsty boys—don’t mean a thing...AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I don’t even know where to begin with blogging about my San Franadventure. I want to sit down and write about it in a way that will do the trip justice, but wants are often unrealistic, no? I think that in the interest of actually completing a post, I’ll just have to post highlight pictures and captions, and you guys can fill in the blanks as you please. Perhaps it is more fun that way anyway.

I will say this much about the experience: I would totally make out with San Francisco. I am not sure if it would be a long-term relationship, but I am definitely attracted…


Here's the obligatory "Full House" shot in honor of Kristin.


We stayed in this beautiful downtown loft---which belongs to Mr. and Mrs. Kane.

Mr. Kane also happens to be a "NeverNude".

We gave ourselves rocket boobs, and biked across the Golden Gate bridge.

The fog is definitely NOT messing around there.

We shopped A LOT, and dined at San Fran's finest.

KT--modeling a cape she wanted to buy, which made some guy in the store VERY horny.

I finally met THE (charming) Kelly Taylor and the whole Bay Area Swabbie crowd. Thanks for the memories. I hope that this isn't the last time we have the chance to cross paths. I do feel bad for crashing your (the Rusten's) going-away party, though. Sorry about that.

"Good game!" The Roberts-Kane Solid Gold Duo are shown here accepting their award from the competition's MC.

Sushi. Chocolate.


Pirates.


Redwoods. Seriously much bigger in person (foliage--whatever). You have to see them for yourself.

I think that it is always best to end with the Big Tree shot.

San Fran--you were a good time all around, so thanks.