Now that's not a phrase you typically hear in a bar on a Saturday night! But lucky for Brittany, there was a shoe shiner in Soulard that really wanted to give her an early wedding present…for a small tip, of course. :)Okay, so I guess I'd better rewind a little bit. This past weekend I had the pleasure of hosting Britt's bachelorette party at my house…and let me just tell you, 8 wonderful ladies + lots of champagne and Miller Lite (not at the same time) + delicious food and desserts + your ...
Psych!
The minute I sit down at my desk this morning my office phone rings. Caller id says "Josh Freeman". EXCUSE ME….WHAAAAAT?!? A million butterflies flutter in my stomach. I scramble for my mouse, google the 301 area code with lightning speed…could it be Florida? Nope, Maryland. Hmmmm. "Well," I think to myself, "better answer it or you'll never know". DEEP BREATH. "This is Vanessa". And then it hits me. Josh Freeman is probably a common name……...and the geeky, caucasian salesman voice on ...
Could be a…
This is a tribute to the most amazing day ever in Manhattan, Kansas. If placed head to head in a competition, I think Fake Patty's Day in Aggieville would probably dominate even St. Patrick's Day in Dublin. Since we can't be there today, I'm going to watch this video at least 15 times to make up for it. If you're in the Ville, have a green beer for me :)Oh and by the way, it was also on this awesome day 1 year ago that Chris proposed on campus in Manhattan! There is really nothing like ...
I am creepy.
No, this isn't a tribute to Heather's sweet blog…although it is a-mazing and makes me laugh so hard I cry almost every time. This is actually about how big of a creep I am. Tonight I got my haircut at a place on the Southern Illinois University (of Edwardsville) campus…smack dab in the middle of the student union. When I left my house I grabbed my Bermuda Blue Vera Bradley tote on the way out the door and threw on my north face fleece. So when I walked into the Morris University Center I ...
The Great Debate by Chris Calcara
Many people have misconceptions about growing up on a farm. I have had to convince some that “No, we didn’t have an outhouse”, “Yes, we had running water”; “Yes, I know the four H’s in 4H”; and “Yes, jean shorts were cool where I grew up” (Well, at least I thought they were). Much of my life was no different from someone growing up in the suburbs of Kansas City. Except for one major thing – we had “farm” dogs.Farm dog – [fahrm dawg] - noun1. An animal of the canine species that resides on acres ...
Papa Vito
Picture this…It's 5:40am and I swipe my card to enter the workout area of the YMCA. The nice guy behind the desk smiles at me and says, "How is ol' Vito anyway?" I turn around to see who is behind me. Strange, there's no one--apparently this guy is talking to me? I honestly think I might still be asleep. I ask, "are you talking to me". "Yeah, isn't Vito Calcara your dad? I was just wondering how that ol dog is doing". I laugh and explain. "No, my dad's name is Fred and I'm from Kansas ...