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When Internet Friends Trump Real Friends

Hey guys! It’s Kacy from Low… and Behold! 

Kelly is off spending an entire week in bed with her boyfriend, I mean… getting a tan… in Jamaica so you’ll have to settle for me today.

We all hate her a little bit for that vacation, don’t we? We’re here, suffering through the holiday season (if you read my blog, you know I’m negative this time of year, if not – now you do) while she’s sipping umbrella drinks and exploiting Jamaican natives while they fan her with palm leaves.

She’s lucky I like her, or I’d be pissed. But I do like her. So it’s all good.

Kelly is a part of a group of Internet friends I’ve acquired that I wouldn’t trade for the world. We’ve met in real life and all, but the majority of our relationship thrives via email, and it’s kind of awesome.

This particular group of Internet friends is awesome, because we’re all basically the same bitch – with a few minor differences.

I wouldn’t trade this group for the world. As much as I love my real-life friends (aka, friends I met places other than through my blog), there is a particular set of skills that these girls have that I just couldn’t live without.

Internet friends can say meaner things to you, because they don’t have to see you cry after. I won’t say these girls are mean to me, but sometimes I get that dose of tough love I need to pull myself out of my own ass. Real life friends hesitate to do this, because then they have to see my ugly crying face. It’s not pretty.

Internet friends make you get your fat ass to the gym. This is partly because I ask them to make me go, but partly because they stand to lose nothing from me actually going to the gym. Real life friends want to go drink and do other non-healthy things because I’m there in person to actually hang out with. Real life friends are a bad influence in that way. Internet friends send you emails in all caps telling you to get to the gym or they’ll make you get down on your knees and beg… Or something like that, I’m actually not sure I remember how that exchange went down now. That sounds wrong…

Internet friends tell you dirty sex stories. Now, most of my real-life friends do this too, but when you have an email thread of five girls trading penis tales, shit gets really interesting. And no one holds back because you don’t have to look them in the eye after.

Internet friends listen to all your work woes, because they have nothing better to do. Let’s face it, 99% of the time you’re emailing back and forth in an email thread – it’s because you have nothing better to do. These girls listen to me bitch about work all day, and save me from having a psychotic break at least once a week. Even if it’s because they’re bored off their asses, it means a lot to me.

So yeah, even though I’m pretty bitter about Kelly’s vacation, she’s a pretty important part of my day-to-day life. Without my Internet friends I’d be narcissistic, fat, sexless and crying under my desk at work. And no one wants that.

And yes, the moral of this story is that I’m pathetic. Thanks for reading.

Two Freakin’ Years

Well, I was a week late celebrating my one year blogging anniversary, so it only makes sense I am once again a week late in doing so.  Oops.  I actually realized last week that I missed it, but figured this would make a suitable post to schedule to go up while I was away.

I can’t believe I have somehow managed to ramble on about my boring life for two years now.  I find it even harder to believe that pretty much the same group of ladies has been coming back to comment for the past two years.  Thanks girls, I pretty much love all of you <3.

Let’s see… this year of blogging captured a lot of changes in my life.  I quit my job, moved to Virginia, started a new job, broke up with one boyfriend, got back together with another, entered my late 20s, and finally got to meet some of the awesome girls I’d been talking to for a whole year.

Amy and I got to hang out twice in Chicago, Kacy and I met up numerous times in Arlington and then she moved here!  Steph considers DC a second home and made many a trip down for dinners, drinks, and talks about everything and anything.  Also, despite the fact that we’ve never met, I have Jess’ number in my phone, so we should probably hang out ASAP.  Girls, seriously, thank you for the emails that are forever having me on the verge of snorting water out my nose in laughter.

In all seriousness though, minus those emails and friendships, lately blogging just hasn’t had the same appeal to me.  I started this blog two years ago as a place to exercise my love of writing, and to document the fun things I was doing.  I don’t really know what it is now.  Some place I come every morning and ramble on about nothing usually, and it’s boring even me.  Occasionally I use it as a form of therapy to write about the nutty stuff that goes on in my head, and I like it for that, but the daily workout recap.  Meh.  Oh don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ve become far too addicted to quit, just letting you all know that this past year has made me realize how dull I can be, haha.

Anyways, if being able to go back and read what I was doing a year ago and two years ago on this date has taught me anything, it’s that a whole lotta crap can change.  So who knows what the December 2012 3 year anniversary recap will say.  I guess, I look forward to finding out.  So happy birthday little blog of mine, thanks for letting me write about whatever the hell I wanted for the past two years.

Friendsgiving 2011

Well hello and happy Monday to you!  I had a crazy busy weekend that involved wedding related errands with my bff, crazy amounts of cooking, spending time with out-of-town visitors, and of course lots of wine.  Let’s get to it, shall we.

Friday morning I drove into DC to pick up my friend Meghan, in visiting from FL, and her fiance to accompany them on some errands with the promise of a lunch in the future.  Our first stop was back in Alexandria to order all 8 bridesmaid dresses for their upcoming May wedding.  I had my measurements taken, and then the woman tried to tell me which size dress she recommended ordering based on those measurements.  It was larger than the size of the sample I tried on a few months ago, which I informed her had actually been too big.  So back into the sample dress I went, it was still too big, and I ended up with a size smaller.  Bridal salons and their crazy desire to put you in something two sizes too big.  The woman was kind enough to tell me that I was lucky my chest was so small, because that dress would not fit anyone who had cleavage.  Thanks.

After finally getting all the dresses ordered in the respective colors and sizes, the three of us drove back into DC  for lunch and to pick up the wedding bands.  I got a sneak peak of them, and they’re gorgeous.  Especially Meghan’s band of diamonds :).  Our afternoon wrapped up around 3:30, at which point I drove myself home, parked it in the living room and did not move for the remainder of the night.  It was glorious.

Saturday kicked off bright and early with a 10 am football game, where I scored a touchdown because I am awesome.  I had one or two other catches and we pulled off a 1 point win.  After a quick post-game stop at Starbucks, Adrienne and I headed home to slave away in the kitchen for the rest of the afternoon.  For Friends Thanksgiving this year, I was in charge of the turkey and green bean casserole and Adrienne the stuffing.  Our house still smells delicious, in case you were wondering.

the turkey, covered in a butter, thyme, and lemon zest rub

In past years, I’ve always just thrown the turkey in a bag with some poultry seasoning and onion and called it a day, but I found a recipe in a magazine this year that I really wanted to try.  Along with the butter rub, there was an onion in the roasting pan, lemon juice squeezed over top with salt and pepper, and onion and lemon stuffed inside the cavity.  (Side note: the scream that came out of Adrienne’s mouth when I pulled the giblets out of the body was hilarious.)  Into the oven for about 4.5 hours, basting after two hours had gone by.  My baster melted by the way, that was cool.


Is that a good looking bird or what?  It tasted insane also.  I think my favorite compliment was, “Wow, this is even better than my moms.”  Winner.  I also took on another first time project, gravy from scratch.  As we were cutting it close on time, I had to multitask while whipping up the gravy.

Just doing some cooking with my hot rollers in, the usual.

Luckily, Thanksgiving can’t start without the turkey so it didn’t really matter how late we were.  We eventually made it out the door, turkey and gravy in hand, to head over to the dinner location.  Trying to figure out how to transport a 21 lb turkey without making a mess was another obstacle, but we managed.  Finally, it was time to eat.

Friendsgiving Success!

I stuffed my face full of my favorite things, and then the drinking games commenced.  It was a great evening, and I really felt like we were back in college.  That’s the great thing about continuing a tradition that started way back then, it automatically brings you back.

JMU Friendsgiving 2011!

JMU Friendsgiving 2006

Yesterday involved a lot of couch sitting and hanging out in pajamas.  The perfect way to spend a Sunday in my opinion.  Now, there’s only 7.5 work days to get through until real Thanksgiving!