holy hell it's friday. i thought it would NEVER get here... well actually, this week went relatively fast considering. i woke up to a whole bunch of emails from my amazing group of college friends (hoot hoot, state) regarding our upcoming christmas weekend. we try to get together on an almost monthly basis, with special activities thrown in here and there. our "sunday funday's" usually consist of going to someone's house, doing some sort of themed lunch and either takinga little field trip or making some sort of craft. the egg dying competion a few years back as to be one of the funniest... then, each christmas, the girls (there are 12 of us)venture to some location for our christmas gathering. our first one was on cape cod- where we did an ugly sweater fest complete with an outing to a mexican resturant (in ugly sweaters) and for a picture with santa (also in ugly sweaters). from there, we have expanded to places like new hampshire, and most recently to newport which i have to tell you, was a great trip. we stayed right across from the beach and really wasn't all that cold- allowing me the opportunity to spend some much needed time on the beach... even if it was just sitting in the sand. i think the best parts of the trip might be the drives with my good friend michelle. she and i are western mass'ers and make the journey together. which usually consists of us getting a little bit lost and just laughing really hard the whole time. this year, we are venturing to York Beach, Maine. I have to say, i'm SUPER excited about being at the beach again. i don't really care when i'm at the beach, as long as i'm there. so long story short- i was pretty excited to get emails from everyone about the weekend (which now that i think about it, i have yet to respond to... add that to the daily to-do list). mostly excited because these chain emails, when sent on a friday, tend to go for the whole day on various topics. i really do have some great friends <3...
okay onto the not so pretty parts of my morning. so this morning, as i was putting out the trash, letting the dog in, and getting ready for work all while the bf slept (insert fake "it's okay" smile here), i obviously had to put on shoes. and my problem with shoes is that, when i find a pair i like, i wear them continuously. in the summer i obviously stick with my trusty old navy-in 20 different color- flip flops but when fall hits and i actually need to wear shoes, i'm screwed. i HATE wearing shoes. like, seriously hate... and i'm not really sure why... but i digress. so i went to put on my shoes- purple flats that i think i paid like $10 for at payless and the god damn things were went... which is partially do to the "losing my shit" referenced in the title (we'll get to that) and partially due to the fact that last night, as i was getting the mail after work, i stepped (while trying to avoid doing so) into the giant puddle that is the end of my driveway on any given rainy day. consequently, i took the shoes off in the hopes that they would dry before this morning and proceeded to get the mail barefoot. so anyway... i go to put the shoes on this morning and not only are they still no where near dry, but now, they smell even worse than before. someone should really invent a flat shoe that can be worn without socks that will not retain moisture and therefor, develop an unpleasnt smell... so instead of wearing the shoes that i wear everyday, i had to then go dig in my closet for another pair and am not overly thrilled at the options... which means i'll probably be heading to payless at somepoint this weekend to purchase another pair of identical shoes.
on to the mass pike.... so monday-thursday i come into work for 12. which means i leave my house anywhere between 11:15 and 11:40 depending on the level of motivation i'm feeling or if i need to make any pit stops prior to getting to work. when i work on friday's (we swap friday's and saturday's, no i'm not so lucky that i only work a 4 day week) i come to work for 8:30. and while one would assume that the mass pike is a worse drive on friday morning at 8am, the exact opposite is true. i mean yes, there is a fair amount of traffic and yes, i do have to deal with busses and what not, but overall, the people on the pike at 8am on friday morning are on a mission. get to work, get shit done, go home... the people who fill the turnpike during the aforementioned 11:15-11:40 time slot are NOT in a hurry. they don't care where they get, or when they get there. in addition to that, the truckers don't care... they just drive, which is fine except when i am trying to merge onto the highway and can't because some truck won't move over, even though he has the ability to do so.
i have a thursday night ritual... it consists of calling for take-out (either a buffalo chicken salad or a greek sald with chicken) at 7:45, working till 8, picking up dinner, driving home, taking the dog out/getting the mail, getting into pajamas, doing a few things around the house and watching grey's and private practice. it started last year when p. went from working in the backroom to being a salesman and therefor, working till 10 on thursday nights. thursday night is MY tv night. we have other shows that are on, yes, but they play second string to my thursday night tv. so why the rundown of my thursday night? well last night, i picked up the phone at 7:45, made my regular thursday night take-out phone call (buffalo chicken this week- with grilled buffalo chicken which ended up not being as good as i had hoped....) finished up some stuff at work and got ready to go. in doing so, i decided to take my ATM card out of my wallet and put it in my pocket so i could just run in to grab dinner. so i get in the car, drive to the place and go to pick up my food, only to reach into my pocket and NOT be able to find my ATM card... so i start searching my car- which is parked on the side of the street, so i'm trying not to get hit by oncoming traffic-although it might have been easier- and can't find it... so i decide i should drive BACK to work (okay it's only like, 2 minutes down the street) to check my car again in the comfort of our parking lot. so before i do that, i walk the path to my car to see if i maybe dropped it on the street... i find nothing. after going back to digging through my car i decide i'm going to go in and retrace my steps. nothing inside. awesome. getting pissed. search back of car, side of car, door of car... nothing. really pissesd... so i decide i'm going to take one last walk on the path to my car and wallah... there he is (i say he, becuase usually, it's men who get lost right? haha..) laying on the ground, magnetic strip down, on the neighbouring drive way... thankfully, the whole search only took about 15 minutes and i was able to continue with my thursday night festivities... keep in mind, this is the second time in less than a month that this has happened- last time being my liscense at fenway... the moral of the story? while i LOVE my otterbox iphone case, i should stop putting atm cards and liscenses in my pocket with it because they stick to the damn shit and i lose them... either that or i should start using a wallet....
happy friday everyone.
9.29.2011
are you kidding me... and other thoughts...
are you kidding me!? ok let's be honest. the demise of the boston red sox last night was nothing short of shocking meets i knew it was going to come down to this. at one point, p. and i actually exchanged comments like "wow, tampa keeps getting lucky and we can't catch a break" when in reality, it's nothing about luck. i mean yes, there are lucky calls i'll give you that. but some of that just boils down to the ump and how good his eye sight is during that particular call. i can't shit to heavily on the ump's because i know damn well it's a job i'd royally screw up... ( and take that as me admitting there are some things i would fail miserably at... ). let's call a spade a spade... if baseball starts in april and ends in september and you can't win a games in the first (and part of the second) and last month of your season, you don't deserve to win. i could go on (and on and on and on and on) about the game, but i won't bore those of you who think pink hats are meant to be worn to the game. (i mean that in the nicest way possible)....
the one good thing that came out of last night was the rain delay. and while i normally hate them (shocker), it gave us a chance to watch some of our wednesday night shows. on wednesday nights, we tape 'the middle', 'modern family', 'happy endings' (some of our favorites from last season), the real world- although we only watch it to fill the gap between the mtv challenges and we have most recently started watching both 'revenge' and then last night 'suburgatory'. all this taping allows us something to watch on the weekends, which is great. but, suburgatory is just down right funny... along with the new CBS show '2 broke girls', i get my cynical fix for the week. the things these girls say (with the exception of a few not so PC jokes) could very well come out of my mouth. i can't really explain it- you just have to watch it. maybe that's why i laugh so hysterically while p. looks at me like i have snakes growing out of my head. but the stuff is funny. it's the flat line, dead pan delivery that makes it like that, but when you hear that come out of someone else's mouth, it makes me realize, even more, why i embrace my own cynical thoughts.
today could be a banner day for such thoughts... it's gross and rainy out (which a facebook post told me) and the sox lost last night and ended their season (which facebook posts continue to remind me of even though, yeah buddy, i was watching... i got the memo) and i have to go fill out paperwork (for retirement, which i am only about 60 years away from at the rate i'm saving)...
it's a good thing that game ended before midnight... otherwise, it would give today and even bigger reason to suck... (yes, i'm angry... blah...)
the one good thing that came out of last night was the rain delay. and while i normally hate them (shocker), it gave us a chance to watch some of our wednesday night shows. on wednesday nights, we tape 'the middle', 'modern family', 'happy endings' (some of our favorites from last season), the real world- although we only watch it to fill the gap between the mtv challenges and we have most recently started watching both 'revenge' and then last night 'suburgatory'. all this taping allows us something to watch on the weekends, which is great. but, suburgatory is just down right funny... along with the new CBS show '2 broke girls', i get my cynical fix for the week. the things these girls say (with the exception of a few not so PC jokes) could very well come out of my mouth. i can't really explain it- you just have to watch it. maybe that's why i laugh so hysterically while p. looks at me like i have snakes growing out of my head. but the stuff is funny. it's the flat line, dead pan delivery that makes it like that, but when you hear that come out of someone else's mouth, it makes me realize, even more, why i embrace my own cynical thoughts.
today could be a banner day for such thoughts... it's gross and rainy out (which a facebook post told me) and the sox lost last night and ended their season (which facebook posts continue to remind me of even though, yeah buddy, i was watching... i got the memo) and i have to go fill out paperwork (for retirement, which i am only about 60 years away from at the rate i'm saving)...
it's a good thing that game ended before midnight... otherwise, it would give today and even bigger reason to suck... (yes, i'm angry... blah...)
9.28.2011
day 1... hopefully not of 1...
so for the past oh, two months or so, since one of my besties moved to cali (insert super sad i miss you but i'm so happy for you face here), we have been discussing blogging as a form of... well, just blogging. and finally, after a lot of talk and no action, i decided to give this thing a whirl. let's just say that so far, i am less than thrilled... i have updated my "about me" section 3 times, only to be told (3 times) that i have reached an error. let's fix that... and let's fix it now. because people want to know about me, don't they? honestly, no one who i would share this with probably even needs to read the "about me" becuase i'm not even sure at this point who i'll show this little beauty to... (insert already angry thought... if i type this WHOLE passage and it doesn't "post" becuase of an error- blogging over.. so if you're reading this, then we know that i haven't yet punched the screen or, if blogging on the phone, thrown it).
people blog for all sorts of reasons and i decided that i needed no reason what-so-ever other than, i want to. i figure hell, it's as good a reason as any. wait... can i swear on this thing? or will i be ever so nicely asked to not share my cynical thought(s) of the day.
i'm trying to be upbeat and positve but like frank says in 'Home Alone' (one of my favorite movies to quote every christmas) "you be positive... i'll be realistic"... and the reality is, i'm not really that positive. i mean, don't get me wrong. i come across positive when necessary. and i used to firmly dispute the idea that i might be anything less than happy... but then, i realized that it's much easier to be cynical AND to embrace it, than it is to fake being an optimist. for the record, i am, when necessary, the eternal optimist. i find that it's beneficial in some senarios (note: SOME). in others, it's just as easy to call it like i see it... and if i see that it's not really all it's cracked up to be, why pretend? i think that most people wouldn't be able to get away with this but for some reason, the whole "embracing it" has really worked for me.
game 162 tonight... what long, strange season it has been (i'm a die hard sox fan. which to me means no pink hats, no sparkles- i know, to each her own but... my own says no pink...) okay i digress... in 2 minutes, what could be a really long night begins... #believeinboston (and yes, i just 'hash-tagged' in a blog).
people blog for all sorts of reasons and i decided that i needed no reason what-so-ever other than, i want to. i figure hell, it's as good a reason as any. wait... can i swear on this thing? or will i be ever so nicely asked to not share my cynical thought(s) of the day.
i'm trying to be upbeat and positve but like frank says in 'Home Alone' (one of my favorite movies to quote every christmas) "you be positive... i'll be realistic"... and the reality is, i'm not really that positive. i mean, don't get me wrong. i come across positive when necessary. and i used to firmly dispute the idea that i might be anything less than happy... but then, i realized that it's much easier to be cynical AND to embrace it, than it is to fake being an optimist. for the record, i am, when necessary, the eternal optimist. i find that it's beneficial in some senarios (note: SOME). in others, it's just as easy to call it like i see it... and if i see that it's not really all it's cracked up to be, why pretend? i think that most people wouldn't be able to get away with this but for some reason, the whole "embracing it" has really worked for me.
game 162 tonight... what long, strange season it has been (i'm a die hard sox fan. which to me means no pink hats, no sparkles- i know, to each her own but... my own says no pink...) okay i digress... in 2 minutes, what could be a really long night begins... #believeinboston (and yes, i just 'hash-tagged' in a blog).
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