numbers...
i'm bored. i'm gonna harper's-index this little post. here goes nothing:
number of goats my aunt has on her property: 5
number of times my step-mother has asked me if the size 9 i specified for a new pair of chuck taylors is in men's or women's sizes: 6 (at least)
number of distinct drives up and down beach boulevard i've made so far, trying to make sense of the hurricane damage: 4
number of uncomfortable stories i was just told about my step-mother finding condoms in my step-brother's tool box: 1
number of political debates that i've managed to avoid with family members: 3
number of comments i've gotten that can't objectively be construed as compliments about my hair color: 4
number of trips i reluctantly and scowlingly had to make to wal-mart this week: 1
number of times any given CD in my sister's car will skip when played: thousands
number of stars that are visible in the nighttime sky above my dad's house: billions!
number of hours of sleep i got last night: 12
number of minutes of naptime i was intending to get last night when i laid down on the bed: 30
number of beers my step-brother drank while driving my brother and me to get dinner last night: 1.5
number of times my step-sister and i have been made fun of for suggesting that my dad and step-mom plant a garden in the giant pile of dirt that was used to fill in the swimming pool after hurricane katrina: too many to count
number of times that the sound of a southern accent has made me feel simultaneously homesick, ostracized, baffled, and amused: too many to count
number of stupid fights my sister and i have gotten into which ended in hugs and her saying "i'm sorry, i got my period for christmas" and me saying "i'm sorry, i just want life to be perfect for you": 3
number of hall and oates songs that my brother and i sang while sitting on the front porch earlier in the week: 8, give or take a couple
number of decimal places that my step-sister has memorized for pi, so she can recite it for the talent show at the camp where she's a counselor this week: 100!!!
number of blog posts i've written since being home, including this one: 13
3 Comments:
I can NOT believe that you went to Wal-Mart - somebody better have had a shotgun to your head.
Secondly - there are not billions of stars visible from your fathers house...at least not to the human eye without technological assistance
don't worry about going to Walmart. As for the billions, obviously the other person has not read much poetry.
It just so happens that I am a Throckmorton as well. There are very few of us and I now have something more to read. Without reading your entire history; where are you going to school? Where are you from originally?
number of liberal mississipians i know: 1, emily (i'm so proud of you and keeping your smiles about you when confronted with republicans....but girl, before i see you, you better shower cause i don't want that conservative crap around me)
number of people who have cited to ann coulter's new book when talking to me: 3...eww i hate ann coulter
xo, me
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