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.
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