Google me this


So, every once in awhile, I google someone’s name.  Maybe this someone is a friend.  Maybe someone I once worked or went to school with.  Maybe it’s someone I’m convinced is a Nazi spy.  Sometimes I find these people (Oi Alejandro) and sometimes not (Linus, Kurt, where are you?).  Sometimes it’s cool, (Rose, love ya baby) and sometimes it’s not (Mark, the restraining order still stands).

Anyhow, I’ve managed to track down a friend from grades 3 & 4. Michelle McK was the only bright spot in my rather fetid FSS experience. Her mother, whose name I can’t remember, was our music teacher (from whom I learned Lord of the Dance and Eagles Wings) and her father was a big-time playwright whom I never saw except through the tinted window of a Lincoln.  He must have been around fairly frequently however, as Michelle was the eldest of six kids when I knew her, (according to her bio on this page, she’s now one of eight).

She moved away to Greenwich, Connecticut when I was 10 and though I still have the one letter she wrote to me (very pleased at having won the Glynda the Good Witch role in Wizard of Oz) we lost touch.

Very upsetting. Especially since she took my Nancy Drew and the Thirteenth Pearl book with her.  Funny how THAT tidbit didn’t make it on her bio.


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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