New House = Blog Contraception

I'm lazy, and I have self-sufficient parents who spoil me. I have never in my life painted, cleaned and whatevered as much as I have in the past 2 weeks. And we're not even packed or moved yet. There are so many little things that are wrong or off or weird or backwards. Acckkk. Houses are a whole new ball game, one I'm stoked to become a fan of, but good god: I put my to do list on graph paper this evening and it looks like trigonometry [shout-out to Mr Stengel]. Scary.

Since I've been eating HORRIBLY [so much take-out. And Wendy's for lunch today...I made a devoted trip to Lowell to get it. Wow.] And not exercising minus the manual labor that is going to Home Depot repeatedly and painting-painting-painting [I have blisters, no lie], I'll make some notes about my house so that when I'm older and it's a palace I can recall these glory days. So we started upstairs, our bedroom looks AWESOME. I have no idea where or how we will put the bed, but TBD, TBD, I'm not stressing. I am, but lying occasionally tricks my brain. Briarwood is a great color, in hindsight I might do everything in a coat or 2 of that. Office is Wasabi, or nutto-Jungle green. This room will scare people, it already has in its brief life in this hue. Anyone who knows what a fan of chartreuse [the color not the vile liqueur] I am will look at it and instantly think perfect for her [Darling says he likes it, we have remarkably similar tastes, a blessing. Still fight like animals 75% of the time.]. It is kind of a mental-patient tone, but I love it and it will make me happy when working from home and exercising....yep....getting on that shortly.

Erin and I are supposed to go to yoga this week, I am sad to be moving away from her. It says 2.2 miles...really? That seems like a lot. I underestimate distance. We shall see. Davis Square is a perfect mid-point for us, come Spring, bring on the James Joyce 10k. I just have to figure out how not to be a flab-ass all winter, with delicious treats everywhere and my job gluing me to my seat most of the day. I will make it a goal. I need to be on time more as well, I've gotten awful in that department.

Ok, back to the house. Hallway is what I call Apartment Beige, it's called Albelescent or something and Ed likes it because "it's warm" and "makes the rooms pop" [he's out buying tampons now....totally joking, that was mean. But comments like that make me realize we watch wayyyy too much HGTV]. It's ehh, and it's applied kind of awful, our ceilings look a bit rough. This is what happens when you paint till 4 am. Again, whatever, we can make plans all winter and re-do what truly sucks come spring. When hopefully I'm less in the poor-house [wocka wocka] than now. I will not get into the lovely financial situation, but let's just say we're turning in the lotto tickets and change jar.

Guest bedroom is Marblehead Gold? Kind of Velveeta, dried darker than I'd like. It's hard to have a light yellow without looking like frosting. I may buy the chipset and analyze color all winter. I think repainting one room at a time would not be so onerous [word? not sure]. But love the little pocket closet in there and 3 bedrooms are 3 bedrooms, especially since we're never procreating. Babysitter for Life.

Downstairs....ooh! I patched HOLES IN THE WALL. Me. The railing sucked, they never grounded it to the studs or something [I feel like Tim Allen], so we removed it to paint and I did plaster of paris and joint compound and sanding and priming and I can totally see them but it looks pretty damn good. Ed did a mark or 2 on the ceiling too with that JC and it worked like a charm, elixir of the gods apparently comes in a giant tub from HD. Hate HD, sick of it. Wish local stores were open past 6.

Hallway is boring, kitchen untouched minus our giant temporary black fridge [poor choice? most likely; interesting? definitely], bath remains as is too. Those are down the road entire do-overs. Not that I do not love the avocado tub. Actually, I kind of dig it, just the rest of the bath makes me want to puke. Living room is Copley Grey, which we vetoed, then saw our new selection in person and went back to at the store. I think we vetoed because it was too dark and we were correct with that instinct. I initially felt it was army bunker-esque. Kind of loving it now, we'll see how I feel after a few days away. Getting our floors done now which is kind of freeing, since we can't be there. I'm totally supposed to be packing now instead of blogging....ha. Side note: Do I get paid based on the # of times I use "totally" while blogging? If not, I should.

Anyhow, LR is dark but it's big and it's greenish so it will look dope with our couch. Trying not to think about how wack our existing furniture will look in there in general. We'll see, it could be good. Ed says it's the color of Money and therefore loves it. Who would've thunk Princess would be the optimist half in our home-improvement odyssey? He totally is, I am negative Sally. I hate work, I hate anything physical, I hate waiting, I find flaws in everything and do not see it as "hand-painted" or "personal", I see it as ghetto. I am a douche. Ed painted my head at one point this weekend when I was mouthing off. I think I deserved it, though it was a challenge to get out of my hair. White latex is so hot right now.

Finally, the dining room. Or what Bob Gaudet refers to as the "Gulden's Mustard" room. We picked 2 good colors, Bryant Gold and Saddle Brown. Gold dried way too dark, kind of dulce de leche, def a bit mustardy, but still a nice color. Am I hungry or what with these food terms for everything....wow. And the brown is BEAUTIFUL, like classy brownie mix perfect chestnut horse-hair brown, if that makes any sense. However, together [chair rail between them] they look like a some kind of uniform from the 1970's, or a UPS truck. Not so hot. Plus, that was the last room we did and it kind of shows. The hallway shows it worse. We will be touching up 4-eva as the kids say. So yeah, if anyone has suggestions of what kind of table/wood-grain might work well with that scheme, or if anyone has any leftover vinyl furniture from the 70's, pass it along.

Ok, that's it. Work is work, life is life. Daddy is running a marathon in Texas this weekend, he is inspirational, my sister is in her apartment, Erin is 30, my cat is getting fat, Keith is married, life is flying by. Hopefully the holidays will allow for some time to reflect or some shit. I am counting down the days till Thanksgiving break. Off to shove something in my mouth and hit the sack. Or more accurately, the Tempurpedic I still have 2 years left of payments on. Life is all about choices.

Slacker McGee

Story of my life lately. Not really- I am a HOMEOWNER. Holy crap! Hasn't really hit me yet but 55 Orchard Street in Meffa is mine all mine!! Well, with Darling but whatever, we share well. So far so good, we are overwhelmed and have been cleaning and painting and learning exactly how much one can spend at Home Depot in a weekend. Awesome.

I haven't moved an inch, and I've been eating terribly. Last week we had our team meetings and then the whole house thing and Halloween. We shall see, I need to get it together.

So I'm sitting at trivia now watching the election results. I am so nervous for the next 4 years. I will hope for the best but if my taxes go up the wazoo, I'm blaming a lot of my close friends and co-workers. I wrote in Ron Paul and yes'd everything, as expected. My fingers are crossed for a better future than what my gut feels will likely happen. I will not bore everyone with my theories that the world is going to hell in a handbasket.

Ok off to nerd it up.

6 days in 10 minutes

That's what I'll attempt to do right now. It's been a busy week, work is nuts, the house is exhausting, it's started to get cold. Bleechhhh.

Sunday: Sox lost, c'est la vie. No wine, I was good.

No running all week....wahhh-wahhhh

Monday: WFH, 2 eggs and some toast and tea
More pumpkin ice cream. Ed ate the chipwich I bought, seriously?

Tuesday: WF, 2 eggs for breakfast and toast, I think? Tea.
Salad and bread and butter for lunch. Salad was gross.
Trivia had 3 Raspberry UFOs and 4/5ths of my pizza.
I miss my sister at trivia, she's been lost to suburbia.

Wednesday: Dentist for a filling, had a banana before, giant DD tea after.
Couldn't eat until like 2, had a HEC on a finagle everything and a diet coke. YUM.
Camrbidge in the afternoon, I think I had a yogurt?
Did an hour on the bike during ANTM and my arms.
Arms were harder than before, you really need to keep up on exercise.
Rice for dinner. Made some butter micro popcorn too for TV.

Thursday:
Westford. I don't remember breakfast, cereal or eggs. Tea.
Grilled cheese and tomato with chips for lunch, and a DDP.
Had an apple on the ride home. Ed made chicken and rice for dinner.
Had 2 of my hidden Tahiti cookies for dessert. They are bomb, excellent new discovery.
Must keep them hidden in the guest bedroom from princess, at all costs.

Friday:
Finagle Everything with butter and cream cheese. Which they totally over charged me for but which I took as a lesson to a. not eat these as often and b. buy my own goddamn bagels, butter and cream cheese. I will be a homeowner in 6 days and I need to get a hold of my finances. I hate that I don't speak up for myself in situations like that, instead I quickly talk myself into deciding it's a tip and Finagle needs the money more than I do. Good god, horrible logic. Had a tea, and a LC panini for lunch [chicken pesto - gross] with PS seltzer. We had our earnings announcement meeting in the afternoon, had 2 teeny glasses of wine, a couple mini pastries, half a roast beef sandwich and a roll and butter. Booze = instant carb cravings for me, wtf?

Went out for dinner last night with Erin and Carolyn and Erin's sis Laura. Hit up Tacquiera La Mexicana, it was ok. The pear sangria was delicious, the beef burrito, ehh. Chips and salsa, always good. I don't think they liked it as much as Darling and I do, but I also feel the quality last night was not as awesome as it usually is. And they kept leaving the door open [it's almost November!!] and a bad band was setting up. So much for ambiance. Came home, gave Ed the rest of my burro [it was huge] and we each had 2 double choco mint Milanos [also hidden].

Today so far, woke up at 10:30 [YES] and Princess had already gone to Shaws and then made blueberry pancakes, eggs and ham and a bowl of fresh strawberries. I am lucky. I will have some tea now and then I think we're going paint color picking. ACCCKKKK.

"Why doesn't Wendy's deliver?"

I seriously just asked Ed that. It's been one of those weekends. Let's see, last note was Thursday. Sox came back, it was awesome. We won again last night and in about 20 minutes game 7 will start. I am stoked. I haven't exercised a peep but got a pedometer [which in my sad little head means by osmosis I'll magically be motivated to move] and will do something after work tomorrow. My arms are back to flabby, my lifestyle is back to lethargic. I feel kind of crazy. No good. Some of that is probably these 8 o'clock games, my job, and the house but some of it is no endorphins. Here's a food recap-

Friday: In Cambridge [yay!]
Had a Finagle HEC on everything....OMG, this was one of the BEST breakfast sandwiches ever. For real, like great combo of flavors, the bagel was fresh, right proportions of ingredients, it was rad. Made some tea at work, had a little apple that came with it. For lunch, met with PYV and had some Thai [pad see yu from Similans, delish] and a diet Pepsi. Should've had a yogurt in the afternoon but instead had a snickers and more tea. It gave me two snickers, I was siked. That machine errs in my favor more often than not, so I have a snack for next week already! Headed home. I think I made some eggs and toast for dinner? And had a couple glasses of Riesling? I can't remember. We did nothing, went to bed at like 11:30. I brought toast to bed, this is my new thing.

Saturday: Slept till 10:30ish? Ed woke me up with MCDONALDS BREAKFAST. I love him. I was ready to stab him 3 hours later but we really are perfect for each other and he gets me. So half a Sausage McGriddle and an Egg McMuffin started my day, awesome. Had some water/juice with that to cut the extreme salt. Packed some stuff, had an apple and headed to WR, got a large DD tea for the ride. Had a few choco-covered pretzels for a snack, nothing else. Saw my dad's pics from Azerbaijan, amazing. Again, so glad he made it back in one piece. My cat was kinder to me than the prior visit, bastard. Grabbed some Sugar cupcakes and a bottle of red and white for my trip to Pembroke to watch game 6 with Work Lindsay and Ex-Work Meaghan and their boyfriend's both named Jesse. Jesse B's son was there too, he is super cute and very well behaved. Kids still scare me, I was so impressed with how LR knew when he should go to bed and what he should eat and Jesse got him a sippy cup when he hadn't even asked. So much responsibility, I can't wait to babysit our friends'/siblings' kids on weekends. And we'll leave it at that.

At LR's, had some chips and salsa, hummus and pita [both TJ's..really good]. 3 slices of pizza, a couple glasses of wine. Everything was delicious. I didn't eat a cupcake, trying to be semi-good? Headed home after we won [woo-hoo!] and had a chocolate twizzler and some toast.

Sunday: Lazy lazy lazy. Woke up at like 11? Packed and cleaned all day,productive but there is still sooo much to do. Ed made a scrambled egg, tomato, cheese thing with toast for breakfast. It was delicious, had it with some tea and watered down juice. Today was not a good food day, thus the title of this blog. I was tired and lazy and it's finally turned cold, like heat needs to be on cold. I think it reached 50 today, maybe? I just went out for the first time right before the game to grab ice cream and water, how sad. Anyhow, had a couple bites of a corn dog, a quesadilla, a bowl of cereal, and now I'm having a fettuccine LC. I am single-handedly keeping TJs in business with the first 4 of that list of 5 , wow. I also had a few spoonfuls [big spoonfuls but still, probably 4-5 oz] for B&J Pumpkin Cheesecake seasonal ice cream. That shit is delicious, I was impressed with my restraint. Princess is napping [Pink Hat] and hasn't discovered it yet, once it's a known food item, it will be gone in seconds. I'll prob grab a glass of wine and finish leafing through my magazines while I watch the game. So exciting, so unnerving. I love/hate October baseball; GO SOX!!

Don't Call It A Comeback/ So lazy lately

So we just got 4 runs...we'll see!
The Red Sox are my best friends and worst enemies, seriously.

No exercise, Erin and I are back on for Monday.
And finding a 5k, Magoun's has one every Thursday apparently? A good goal.

Today:
Spoonfuls and Soy
Tea
Grilled Cheese and Tomato
Diet DP
Cape Cod Chips
Yogurt
2 Eggs, pieces of toast
Juice

A beer
Half of a small PB Chip JP Licks cone...so good....so not on my diet
Will be eating some bread now most likely..one of those weeks. Blechhhhhh.

GO SOX.

Wednesday - A brief exercise

DD HEC on onion
Tea
Tea

Chili's Work Lunch:
Chips and queso
Half turkey, salad, diet coke

Pizza
Apple
Water/juice hybrid

No trivia - boo.
Linus ninja attacked me, a-hole.

I Hate Mohawks

Seriously: THE DEVIL RAYS. The bleeping Devil Rays!! I'm referring to them as Tampon Bay from here on out, aqua and gray are the new pinstripes. Whatever.

Last night late [bad!] I had some garlic naan with butter and a cup of rice with soy sauce, my new snack. I think that was all...

Today I WFH'd, pretty busy! Had a banana and some tea early on, then 2 fried eggs and some WPF toast for midday lunch/brunch-whatever. I made a way-too-big caprese for an afternoon snack and followed that with some chocolate covered pretzels. Am I gross? I might be. I love food. Even if it makes me feel sick. I felt sick on the way to bed last night, kind of this afternoon, a little bit now. Yet I continue to eat.

I just had a TJ veggie burrito bathed in sour cream and salsa verde. I will be having a cup of rice tonight as well [Ed makes a pot for dinner most nights and doesn't eat all of it so it sits rotting over night - I'm like a human disposal] and a glass of Rieseling THANKS TO THE FUCKING RAYS*. I turned it off, I'm a pox this year and hope by not watching, maybe we'll turn it around. I still have faith, though I recognize that the score could easily be 94-1 right now. Maybe we need to be shoved in a corner to actually hit, run, pitch, win....the Rays. They're killing me, 10 years old, stupid mohawks, the manager's creepy glasses. And at our park. Tampon Bay Bastards.

* One might note a correlation between my horrible attitude and the fact that I haven't exercised in like forever. It's been a lazy week and weekend. Erin and I have a jog date tomorrow pre-trivia. T is Wednesday this week due to tonight's comeback. That's right, comeback.

monday monDAY MONDAY!!

God I hate Mondays. In general, but especially after a wedding weekend. I love weddings, I would be a big proponent for a wedding every weekend if possible. Not that I would want to have that many friends or family nor be able to spend that much money on gifts and outfits, but the theory is nice.

Ooh, addendum to last night: I got home and had some tomato, mozzarella and basil with oo and white basalmic vinegar and spices. Then I had a giant slab of toast and then a bowl of TJ's Flakes and Chocolate cereal with soy milk. The latter sounds better than it is...I had a banana on it to try and improve it...THAT's where the banana comes in! Good call. So I was apparently hungry late-night on Sunday, sue me. Had some riesling too.

Anyhow, this will be brief because I'm starving and the Sox game SUCKED. Had some Shredded Spoonfuls and soy milk to start, a tea when I got to work, a banana mid-morning. More tea. Headed home to WFH because I had Sox tickets [Mom bailed, so sister and I attended] for the afternoon. 2 TJ quesadillas with sour cream and salsa for lunch, a [generous] handful of chocolate covered pretzels for a snack. An apple on my ride home too, forgot about that. Went into town for the game, had 2 beers and a hot dog, handful of Cracker Jacks. Everyone was out of pretzels and fried dough is 5.50....maybe it's always been but I find that outrageous. Grabbed a grape G2 on the way home. We lost 9-1. People were leaving in the 5th inning of a playoff game. Sucked.

Weekend Update

So Saturday we headed back, I won't get into details but I have another item on my long list of why I hate stupid Jersey cops. Seriously, I'm flying to and from the next time we go see them. Whatever. Plus there was traffic getting into NY state. After some discussion with my parents' neighbor Evan, we may need to reevaluate our route if we do choose to drive down again.

On the bright side, had a PHENOMENAL everything bagel with butter and CC [it was a theme of the weekend apparently] and a tea from a place called Bagel Garden [?] on route 202 in East Shitshoe Nowhere NJ. It was really good. Princess had some kind of sandwich with lox and tomatoes as well, and he said that was really good too. So good find, good stamina for the ride home. Had a later pit stop at a rest area in CT and split a chipwich and faux ice cream drumstick from the machine, and a hot cocoa from the machine [usually I'm a big fan, this one not so much. Ed drank most of it.]. Made it home in like 6.5? hours, around 6:30. Napped.

Headed over to Erin's to catch the game. I love that we live across the street from each other, I will be sad to move if we ever get our house [it's going well, I'm just a pessimist by nature about big deals like this]. I showered, popped on sweatpants and was over there in 2 seconds. We ordered some pizza - big shout out to Angelina's in Teele Square, by far the best pizza in the area [trumped only by Pinnocchio's in Harvard Square, IMHO], I had a Nantucket Nectar's lemon tea. No booze, I was exhausted and kind of trying to chill out? Ed is on the wagon, I am definitely not but trying to be more conscious. Erin made pudding, chocolate, it was awesome. I learned she hates the skin on the top. no idea why I found this surprising [I HEART the skin], but I did - totally makes sense in hindsight. Anyhow, so good.

Stayed over there until like 11:30, came home and crashed. The game went 12 innings and we lost so I'm glad I went to bed. I am so not quitting on my team but if TBS and MLB insist on having 8-8:30 and 9 pm starts, I'm going to bed, that's it. Slept till ELEVEN the next morning....that was nice.

Sunday, got some WPF, nad 2 pieces of toast with 2 fried eggs. Some tea, some juice. Headed over to WR after some cleaning and errands. Had some grapes throughout the afternoon. Daddy made a dinner of steak, mustard sauce, potatoes, asparagus, pork. Had a chunk of the WPF Pumpkin bread pudding cake I brought over. Had a glass of red wine and some juice. May have had a banana? It's Monday night now and it's all a blur. Drove my dad to the airport for his trek to Azerbaijan, he is excited and nervous and so are we.

Nice Day for a Purple and Yellow Wedding

So Friday started with a late-ish wake up, 9 maybe? Ed and Keith went to the gym, I discovered Queen Bee on MTV. OMG, if anyone needs reason to think there is no hope for future generations, check out that program. Such brats, they were impressively awful and I'm quite accustomed to that kind of behavior.

Headed into their little town for an everything bagel with butter and cream cheese and some tea, a Cherry Zero Coke too. Had a banana and some mini Reeses and Kisses throughout the day to snack. Ran some errands and tried to help Keith out as best we could, checked into the hotel at 3. Hotel is a stretch actually. It was fine, let's just say I am not an inn/B&B person, we'll leave it at that. There were sheep grazing in the yard. I am not a farm person either.

Wedding was awesome, really really beautiful and sweet and earnest and well-planned and thoughtful and gorgeous. Most importantly, they both seemed to have a genuinely superb times, and that is what matters. I won't babble personal details of my BFF's wedding on the Interwebs, but everyone there had a 100% blast. As a taste, the last song they played for the night was Scenario. It doesn't get much better than that.

The service was 9 minutes long [awesome] and followed by drinks and apps. I had a couple Tanqs and tonics [is it bad that I kind of love gin? does that make me a holic? Princess recoils at gin and he is way more of a drunk than I am....hmm] and some mozzarella and tomatoes and prosciutto and melon. So good. Dinner was awesome, filet with asparagus and potatoes in a mushroom sauce. Had a roll with butter, some white wine, some red wine, another Tanq and tonic. Danced the night away, had some cake....soooo good, like a berry shortcake/sponge cake/angel cake thing? Whipped cream, layers of white cake and strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. So good. More candy from the favors too, of course. Not sure if there's ever been a scenario in my life that I've rejected candy when placed in front of me.

That was that, we wound up at the bar, caught the end of the Sox game [Ed and I acted like assholes, of course], made a bet with Keith's wonderful dad about the Phillies-Sox World Series that is hopefully coming down the road. Headed over to another bar for a nightcap and some pizza. I surprisingly refrained from the pizza and stuck to a DC since it was late and I was driving and had sobered up a good while ago. Headed back to Sheepville and for some sleep.

Blast from the Past

So acck, my last post was Wednesday [even though it's dated Tuesday...confusing Blogger quirk, I think...right now it's Monday night but I bet this will continue to say Sunday. It's like back to the future!], let's think.

So, Wednesday night, definitely did not do my arms, did dye my hair. Slept until the glorious hour of 9:30 the following morning, ran around all day with plans to leave at 4 to head to NJ/PA. I had a yogurt and an apple for breakfast, a Finagle Everything with butter and cream cheese for lunch [with a DC]. Went to Target and did some laundry, tried to iron with my mom. My lack of domestic skills continually impress me, it was hysterical. Packed up, was ready to leave at 4:15, Princess was late and we left a bit before 5.

Got some McD's at a terrifying rest stop in Connecticut or NT state, not to sound like a snob but they're all the same. Had my typical [I need to get back in a once a season fast food pattern, way too much lately] Cheeseburger Happy meal [girl toy] with additional cheeseburger on the side and a DC. Continued on our way, made it there around 10? Not so bad.

Met Keith and friends Sonny and Lynn from CA out and about in New Hope. Had some bread and a couple glasses of Riesling. Bar-hopped and switched to DC but had a few sips of Lynn's delish grapefruit and Belvidere and my my my, that was pretty damn good. I think Howard Stern is a big fan as well, and I learned today that his favorite beverage is my favorite beverage: cranberry juice watered down with seltzer, so maybe we share taste buds. He is definitely way more disciplined than fatty-me. Anyhow, couple sips of that and we were off.

Hit up Wawa for late-night goodies. That system is awesome to tangent a bit, you go in, pick a bunch of crap on a touch screen, it's easy, intuitive, there are a million options, the food is GOOD. Call me a product of the internet age but the less I have to talk to someone, the better. I'm not alone in this, I have a co-worker who is not a big fan of Papa Johns, but specifically orders their pizza because you can do it online. Kind of sad, kind of awesome. I had some mac and cheese, Darling had some chicken fingers and Kieth got whatever he calls a hoagie. Hoagie to me sounds like something one spits out in the shower. Gross.

Headed back to Keith and Alanna's ADORABLE and way not too tiny home, this was the first time we'd seen it. So cute, wonderful old floors and high enough ceilings and such a great yard and cute neighborhood. I'm super stoked for them. We also met their little kitties that had separate names that I can never remember, I will call them Oggie collectively because both names sounded something like that. They were also adorable, so young and bouncy and full of spriteliness. You can tell Princess has never had a cat because he was like fascinated that they ramble around and pounce on you all night, but they're kittens!! And even though he claims to be allergic, I have a theory that Ed secretly likes cats more than he lets on. Cats sure as hell love him. What is it that makes pets dig people who aren't really animal people? So weird.

Then we woke up the next day to WEDDING DAY!!! So exciting. I should separate my posts now.

Inner Turmoil at BK

Referring to my lunch today, I'm in Cambridge and hit up the food court. Ultimately decided on BK, vacillated between the salad and the Whopper for like a good 5 minutes in line. Went with the salad! Good for me. Is salad still good for you if it comes from BK? I know I shouldn't have my ranch and my chicken and my croutons on it....but it's still salad. And compared to a Whopper or the entire pizza I'd like to consume, I think I'm ok.

Ok, so started this on Tuesday, finishing on Wednesday. What is it about the short weeks that makes the freaks come out? Associates that I hadn't heard from in weeks emailed me out of the woodwork this week. Fun times. Anyhow, I'm tired and can't look exhausted at the wedding so here we go:

Tuesday
WPF toast and 2 eggs for breakfast, DD Tea
Said BK salad, diet coke
Twix bar and tea for afternoon snack [BAD HABIT IN THE MAKING]
Pizza and 3 Raspberry Heifenweizens for Trivia
Did my arms post Trivia [yay!]

Wednesday
E. Muffin and Paul Newman cereal with soy milk, tea
Caf salad....barf, roll and Diet Iced Tea Snapple
Tea and Snickers for afternoon snack
Dinner was 3/4 of a box of Kraft mac and cheese
[does using soy milk and Earth Balance make it any better?]
Glass of riesling, only one, half a Skor bar

Dyeing my hair now, should do my arms while I'm at it.

Good night!

Bread For Dinner - Absolute Bliss

So, the game is tied, we put our heat on in the apt [before October 10th? Not a good sign...out soon....hopefully], my world is kind of shaken up right now. However, I was having a lovely evening - BREAD FOR DINNER. But let's start at the very beginning.

Rough morning, made it out of bed on time but it was downhill from there. Had a garlic and Earth Balance WW english muffin and some oatmeal. Wisely made a tea for the ride to WF. Still almost fell asleep like 6 times, it was dangerous. I had the windows down all the way and was singing and still kind of nodding...scary.

WF was WF....ehh. I dragged a lot of ass and showed off my ticket to anyone that I could. Nearly 30 years on the planet and apparently all I have to show for it is that I have turned into "That Guy". Awesome. Lunch was a turkey wrap, the chips, bite of a quickly proven nasty pickle. Cherry Coke Zero. Had several more cups of tea all afternoon. Had a few candy corn, my teeth hate me. Ate an apple on the drive home. Upon arrival, starving....had a piece of WPF with cheese toasted on it, then went back and had a GIANT piece of toast with real butter. Felt so guilty but soooo worth it. Bread and butter, how I love thee. For real, stuck on an island the rest of my life - bread, butter, cheese, apples, tomatoes, wine and chocolate. A couple of baby tigers and my iPhone. Maybe some S&P and spices, a little OO or EVOO as semi-annoying RR says. Mmmm....perfect.

Thought that would be my supper but then Princess made some rice. He is such a good boyfriend, I am lucky to have a cook in the house. Otherwise it would be a very Lean Cuisiney type of life, food wise. I hate cooking. Love food, hate preparation, timing, cooling, etc. With 2 caveats: love decorating cakes, love scooping ice cream. Ate some rice and soy sauce while watching Mad Men reruns and the game. Did I mention Roger Sterling was like 5 feet from us at the game last night? Our only nearby brush of fame. By the time I had enough liquid courage to speak to him, he was kind of a douche.

Seeing famous people is weird, at least for me since I don't live in NY or LA. Something about it makes you care more about people you shouldn't. Like I LOVE Joan H and Don Draper on that show, LOVE. And January Jones is amazing as well. But this was Roger Sterling....a handsome older man, love that kind of boss-dude-arrogant-creep of a character. But still, not in my top 3 or maybe even top 5. I don't blame him but I kind of do....get a private box with your Emmy money. And famous people are supposed to LIKE being famous. It's not like he was in his house and I broke in. Whatever. Plus his companion [son? nephew?] kept cheering by number: "Let's go 1-1" [Kotsay] "Strike em out 5-8" [Pap]. To quote Nick Swarsdon, "What, are you 5?" Did you just learn to count? Sooo bitter. Still L-O-V-E the show, 100%.

Beyond that, I really need to get like a little diet tracking module. I feel like I had one in my old iPhone, maybe I can look it up. I'm eating way too many calories. Not that I work out hard, but I move so much more than ever before and I'm the same weight. I lose 1 lb or 4 once in a while but always hover around the same number. I guess it's good I'm not gaining? I'm thinking now that I kind of have an exercise routine down, time to observe the food.

Ed and I are considering not drinking for a while, smart move [after Keith's wedding, of course...not to sound like a total holic]. And I've got to go find another 5k. Although it's starting to get cold and I need some layers or something. No idea how people run in chilly temps and weather and such. I am such a pussy. Ok, I'm thirsty, off to bed. Bay just got a double in the bottom of the 9th, I feel sick - good sick, but sick....GO SOX>>>>

Just when I thought last Sunday couldn't be topped

I'm on my way to the 3rd playoff game against the Angels! I'll show off a bit here and say my last and only playoff game was in 2004 against the Angels as well. We all know how that turned out. Ok need to park now, write more later.

Ok, so didn't turn out so super amazing. What was super-amazing was our seats: State Street pavillion, right above where Remy sits. We had a waiter! And cup-holders!!



It was awesome. Bum out of an ending, entertaining game over-all, not cold until the 10th or so inning. A bit of a silver lining is my favorite ex-boss Joe is going tonight and he would miss his play-off game if we did win so I'm taking solace in that. Plus we're currently winning game 4 in the 8th so I can be a bit ok with it.

So I'm wayyy behind, let's back it up. Yesterday was Sunday, I got up and grabbed some WPF peasant white [and a little chocolate cake for my parents' house]. Made some ham, egg and cheeses on that, had a cup of tea, some juice-water. Rode the bike for 25 minutes, did my arms pgood girl!]. Headed over to the parents after getting the call from Meagan that the opportunity of a lifetime would occur tonight, so stoked. Sad to miss my parents' Sunday supper but life is about choices. Ed dropped me off, took all of the laundry again [second week in a row, I'm lucky- can't wait for my own W&D!!!]. Hung out for a bit with the fam, I had to leave at 5 so it was brief. My mom made me a delicious salad of Bob Gaudet tomatoes, cukes and some store-bought mixed greens. Tossed that with some olive oil, white basalmic and S&P. SOOOOO good. Linus was being a brat and apparently peed all over the attic prior to my visit. Seriously, I somehow went to the MSPCA for a kitten and adopted an asshole.

Headed into town around 5:30, got a meter by BU. We knew we had fancy seats so I had to trade my chucks and giant Pap jersey for heels and a button down and sweater [at Fenway? and NOT after work? too weird]. Went up to our seats, fully dazzled. We had a lovely waiter Ben, and I had 2 beers, a pinot grigio [scariledge at Fenway but i have boobs so it's not sooo bad], a hot dog [yummm!], chips, some chicken tenders [mehh] and some fries [ehh]. The game was 5+ hours long, I got out of there after 1, took forever to get a cab, one of my major issues with downtown Boston. The T "runs" but not nearly as often or efficiently as needed - yet they don't put enough cabs out either!! Ridiculous. Chugged a Propel on the way home, I was getting that so tired I feel nauseous feeling? Yeah, not a great sleeping weekend, but a great weekend overall. Angels just tied it up...GO SOX!!!

Success!

So we ran our 5k today. Erin and I together placed #786 and 787 and ran THE WHOLE TIME. I felt like death and still feel kind of wacky but I am so proud of us! Josh took pictures, I will post when I get them. Woke up at 6:40, had a yogurt, had some juicy water, had an e muffin with butter. Did I already write this? It's been a long day. We were super nervous, headed down around 8, got registered, paid $20 to homeless people. There were a LOT of people - 900 I've since discovered. I was #860. This was definitely one of those times in Somerville that I 100% felt like the vapid yuppie that I keep pretending I'm not...one day I need to accept that I'm not quitting my job and dyeing my hair pink again any time soon. Days like this smack me in the face of the truism of this notion.

I kept making nervous and stupid jokes Erin has heard repeatedly over the past 17[!] years - given a "Which 'Friend' are you?" Quiz, I'm Chandler. But yeah, I felt SUPER SAT-jittery, but I would've rather been preparing for a school test. Physical challenges [I Heart Double Dare] are not my forte, by any stretch. Debate me, ask me some trivia, have me write an essay, make me crank out a math problem, even sit me in Dunkin Donuts and at gunpoint demand I identify the song that is playing and sing along - THESE are things I can do. Running, moving, not sitting - these are a brave new world and I was terrified of puking, of passing out, of scraping my knee, of sucking in general.

Walked around until 9 to warm up, it was cold! Went to the post office, dropped some stuff at Erin's car [we elected to drive in, smart decision] and puttered. People were stretching and jogging in place like it was a 10 mile run, so weird. I think I'm in Camp Bob Gaudet in that we can stretch and stuff pre-game, but don't HAVE to, everyone is different. Erin stated the simple but I hadn't thought of it goal of running the whole thing, no walking. I stated as long as I broke 45 or 50 minutes, I'd feel good. Keep in mind, in our "training" we've never run more than like a mile? Maybe that one time at Fresh Pond but I have no idea and based on running today, that as def less than or equal to a mile.

Then we were off. The first bit was kind of rough, a hilly sort of stretch but to be honest, we hit the 1st mile [at 11:12] rather quickly. Erin remarked that's the hardest, which was encouraging. Josh and Mia cheered and photog'd around 1.75 miles. In hindsight, the 2nd mile [reached at 22:10 I think?] seemed like a half marathon. Then we were ok, the bulk of the last part was the dog path that we run on so I had a good expectation of time, terrain, hills. We decided to sprint from the end of the path to the end of the race, which I think we both thought was like 25 yards. Not so much. Josh was there at the end again to snap photos, he is a good boyfriend [Princess slept till 11, god bless him]. I'll be 100% honest here, I couldn't feel my legs for the sprint part and I def thought the end was right in front of the theater, but it was more down by ABP. By that point, I felt like semi-fainty and exhausted.

However, we persevered, grabbed some waters, walked around on a side street, I think we were both thinking if our bodies decided to give out in strange and unusual ways, we wanted to be in semi-privacy. Not in the middle of these 20-minute finishers who appeared unfazed, glistening in a cute Americana kind of way. We were red, we were sweaty, hot, panting. Couldn't stop moving, I understand why people at the end of the marathon continue to move, it's hard to stop! And you like can't trust your body if you stop, so you just kind of keep auto-pilot moving. So weird. Final time was 33:31, 10:49 minute miles. That part felt good, if my actual body did not.

Hung out in Davis for a bit, had some Rosebud breakfast - water!, 2.5 fried eggs, some home fries, some white toast, some chocolate milk [I JUST RAN 3 MILES - and I haven't had real chocolate milk in like 10 years], a bonus iced tea they double-poured [thank god, I was thirsty], some sausage. Gave Erin my bacon, surprisingly I am not a big fan of the b. Met up with Bill in Davis, grabbed a skim chai at Diesel and sat around in a field at some bleachers, still stretching and sitting and unwinding until like 12:30? I hate getting up early but it constantly amazes me how much longer the day is if you do manage to get up and out before noon. Tomorrow, I'm sleeping until 4 if my body so desires.

I feel ok, semi-out of it, my legs will hurt tomorrow. Took a couple Advils after, probably will take some more. My neck/shoulders/traps are killing me these past couple days. I'm blaming office job and getting cold, I swear I tense up without knowing it and cause knots and pain. Ed rubbed some Biofreeze [magic junk he gets from his masseuse] and it feels a bit better. I am so thankful my body doesn't hurt on a regular basis, I would be a total douchebag.

Hmm...got home around 1, took a nice hot shower, changed into a Mom outfit [crew neck Hanes sweatshirt, jeans, and some Chucks, so comfy] and we went to New Balance. Ed has wide hooves and beats the shit out of his footwear so needed some new kicks and I decided I would get some wide shoes because, while not today, occasionally I feel like my third toe creeps over my 2nd toe while running. Daddy says us Gaudets have long meta-tarsals? Caroline and I have always referred to them as Hobbit Feet, but Daddy went to a dr after the marathon this year wreaked some havoc so now we have medical confirmation. Anyway, I was due, I think my existing running shoes were $25 at Marshalls, they're New Balance but for who knows what sport or specialty. So yeah, got some wide cushiony running specified shoes, I'm excited for them.

We hit up my reward on the way back - THE ARCHES. It was Ed's idea [he must've been in a mood, he is not as in love with the FF as I am], I had my Cheeseburger HM with a DC and extra Cheeseburger, didn't finish all my fries [decent batch, not amazing]. We sat on some bleachers [my second set of the day - weird] and watched dogs as we ate. I am a total dog-peeper, I'll admit it. I wanted to steal a guy's perfectly stout little black french bulldog [it was jacked - excellent blood line - and kept rolling over like a goof in the sun]. Ed didn't let me.

Got home, sat, reclined, talked to my parents. Daddy was shocked and awed that I actually did this, I specifically kept it quiet in case I failed but he was stoked. Even suggested I aim for the James Joyce 10k in April. I think Erin and I are going to try for another 5k in November around T-Giving, we def both want to keep it up. Running is ok. I'm syncing up my super old iPod Mini with podcasts so that I actually go out by myself when our schedules clash. In a year, I may actually be a healthy 30 year old human!

Took a nap from 5:30 to 8, and here I am blogging again on a Saturday night, such a loser. Ed just made some TJ's corn bread, it's good. He put real roasted corn kernels in it which makes it's more savory and I kind of prefer my CB sweet but it's tasty and most importantly covered in butter. Having that right now with some lite iced tea from one of those weird To-Go packets. I think I will go through my correspondence and watch some bad TV, make some tea and eat a few Double Chocolate Milanos that I have hidden from Darling in our bedroom [not a joke - he eats sweets like Prater Wully if given the opportunity, so I hide food in obscure drawers and storage bins] and the go back to bed. All in all, a good day, and I have very little to do tomorrow too so I feel great. Over and out.

This never gets old

And by this I mean the Sox kicking ass and taking names in the post-season. What is up with the Angels? Their line-up is gnarly, that K-Rod scares the crap out of me, and yet the first 2 games were pretty f-ing sweet for Asshole Nation [Darling and I have christened us that, we really are invasive and obnoxious, in all the right ways of course].

One may wonder why I'm up at 7:45 blogging on a Saturday. Especially after being up until 2 for these goddamn West Coast games. Well, today is the 5k, starts at 9. I have an oddly high-school nervous feeling, like it's an SAT Saturday. I'm up early, I don't snooze my alarm, I'm eating a healthy breakfast - yogurt and an e muffin w/ butter and some tea...is that healthy? God I hope so, I am not in the mood to puke or pass out today, my weekend is very unscheduled and I'd like to fill it with relaxation and to-do list accomplishments. Feeling sick with nullify both.

So I don't think I blogged yesterday...I did have those 2 cookies and that tea Thursday night. Yesterday I started with some DD HEC on a croissant and a tea. Had Finagle for lunch, their buffalo chicken on foccacia sandwich? Delicious, even though I think they forgot my blue cheese. The focaccia was tasty. Diet coke with that. Bag of doritos and apple were complimentary [splg?] but I didn't eat either. Had a snickers bar and tea for my afternoon snack.

Ok, I had to run, literally, it's now post-race but I'll finish up yesterday. No exercise, 2 vodka-Sprites after work, some Iggy's bread and calamari [we Desfina'd]. Got home and had some pasta with Earth Balance and s&p and garlic salt. Had some juice-water, stayed up wayyy too late watching the game, till 2 and then got up at 6:40 to prepare for the 5k.

M-T-W-TH

Ok I am uber far behind and trying to cram this in before the scond episode of the Office. Ed wants to watch the dbate but goddamn it'll be all over YouTube tomorrow and I can no longer watch TV at my job now that I have real responsibilities so I WIN. Will spell check later.

Monday - Westford...
Oatmeal with SM and banana; tea
A Yogurt
Afternoon Snickers w/ more tea
Post work piece of bread and butter
Post work piece of ham [I am a neanderthal]
Went for a run/walk with Erin
Did my arms
Had a big-ass burger Ed made [w/ cheese and tomatoes on it; yum!]
Ate some late-night popcorn
Had a glass or 2 of wine

Tuesday ACCCCKKK. I totally didn't finish in time but it doesn't matter because the frigging debate is on EVERY CHANNEL. This sucks.
Westford as well
Oatmeal for breakfast, tea
Grilled Cheese and Tomato w/ fries for lunch
Cherry Coke Zero [delicious!]
Trivia Pizza
3 glasses of Shiraz
4th place. 4th place is the worst at trivia, I'd rather totally suck than get 4th.
No exercise, end of the quarter and I was at work till like 6 something

Wednesday - had a Dr appt and worked from Cambridge
Multigrain cheerios with a banana and some soy milk
Had a piece of toast too, and some tea
Boca cheese quesadilla and a diet coke for lunch
Afternoon 3 Musketeers [getting bad with the PM candy habit...] and more tea
Got home late [Target after work, kept under $100, woo-hoo!], no exercise. I suck.
Had a rummalicious ginger and lime cocktail post-work
Ate some edmamae and an english muffin with earth balance and garlic salt late-night

Today, finally I'm caught up!
Late start, conference call confusion and I left here at like 8:30, got to WF at 9:30
Crappy cafe bagel with butter and cream cheese...
Cream cheese tasted funkified so I removed half of it
More tea.
Had Japanese for lunch with Work-Lindsay. Karma near the office.
Generally good, today gross.
Rotten avacado, weird chicken, she brought me hot n sour and not miso.
The Chicken Katsu $9 lunch box was a bum out. Diet coke was good.
Had a yogurt on the ride home.
Ran with Erin and Josh and Mia, most of the entire dog path Cedar to Alewife.
Pausing at our breaks. I ran fast for fear that Josh would mock me. Boys.
Kind of have a odd half headache and feel deathly faint right now.
Can't wait for Saturday! Not.
Had 2 pieces of WPF toast with butter and garlic salt
Drinking some watered down juice.
Considering making some tea and downing a couple of the Double-Choco Milanos I have hidden in the bedroom....hmm.
Darling is making Chicken Katsu right now and I'm bummed itw as already ruined for me today. Smells divine!

Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh

That's right, bitches, Sunday night I was at a New Kids on The Block concert for the first time since the 6th grade. It was awesome, just putting that out there first and foremost. There were so many fabulous moments, I don't know even where to begin.

Food-wise [oh and if you haven't noticed, the only exercise I got this weekend was walking to and from the $20 parking in Gov't Center to the Fleet], we stopped in at Boston Beerworks on Friend Street to pregame. We were going to have the Fried Pickles [I love pickles but I was beyond apprehensive about these] - the waiter and Meagan talked me into it. Thankfully, they ran out of them so I was spared. I love me some fried goodness but there are lines in the world not meant to be crossed. I had their Green Monster sandwich [chicken, pesto, cheese and sauce on roll] with sour cream and chive fries. Sandwich was good beyond the bread to chicken ratio being a bit light on the bread, and the fries were ok but kind of tasted like they were coated with the sprinkles you find at the bottom of a sour cream and onion potato chip bag. I also had 2 blueberry beers that were AMAZING. They have the best blueberry beer around, maybe because it's fresh or because of the real blueberry floaties? It's good.

As for the show, let's go through some highlights:
-Pyrotechnics and lasers and lights and shit were on point, very impressive and hilarious
-We had floor seats that said 15th row, but when we got there realized A-z was first THEN numbers, so we were pretty far back. However, 4 or 5 songs in, there was a lengthy costume change and OMG, they popped up RIGHT NEXT TO US. I was screaming like a 12 year old, it was awesome.
-Based on the proximity, I can tell you that Jordan still has it. M-Fer works out or something, he looked hottt. Jon was a sweaty mess, poor Jon. Joey still has it too but I think I lost that loving feeling when I served him ice cream [fro yo actually, and several times] back in the day and he tipped a quarter [every time]. You've got NKOTB money, pony up.
-Donnie and Danny still have...something? Never been in to either. LOVE Marky mark but that's a separate entry. Donnie def wants to be a real rapper, but I liked his outfits the best [there were 5 or 6 costume changes, lots of bedazzling, and at one point Joey had on a leather jacket with a giant smiley face on the back]. Danny looks exactly the same, he's super-jacked and did some incredible break-dance moves that a 14 year old spry boy would have difficulty with. He's like 40. And a dad.
-There was an odd montage of dead people. Like a memory piece? They had Luther Vandross, Frank Sinatra, Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, some of their dead parents, Tupac and Biggie....followed by a big "We Miss you"...it was weird. But I think that was the break that allowed for their traveling to our neck of the woods so I'll forgive them.
-Lots of awesome outfits, puffy paint, big pins. They had a semi-decent looking plain hot pink with logo shirt that tempted me for jogging or sleep but FORTY FIVE DOLLARS. WTF?
-Some girls brought their boyfriends. Some of the boyfriends appeared to dig it.

All in all, totally worth it, totally rad, totally something I'll remember and reference forever. Good way to spend a Sunday night.

And then there was October

I am already a slacker-blogger. Shouldn't be surprising, I'm generally kind of unmotivated and only really function with a hard deadline or fear of screwing something up or disappointing someone. Since no one reads my blog, there's not a lot of pressure, but I like it that way.

It's been a few busy-busy days. I'm currently at work in Cambridge but I just took a swig of my tea and proceeded to spill probably a good 1-2 teaspoons of warm English breakfast goodness all over my white shirt so I decided it was a good time for a break. After I type this, perhaps I should reflect on why I continue to wear WHITE SHIRTS out in public, especially to work. Good times.



So Sunday, went to Doyle's with the family for my sister's belated birthday, that I have sucked about and STILL owe her a present [sorry!]. I had eggs benedict with hash browns and a side of pancakes. That's right, I'm on a diet and just said "side of Pancakes" with a straight face [straight typing hand? I have no idea what the techy version of that expression is]. I shared them with the family and didn't finish my EB or HB or pancakes, so it wasn't too bad. Had some tea too. We ran into Mr Regan, my 8th grade [I think....getting old sucks] English teacher, which was so nice. He's been in China the better part of the past few years so we've only been in touch via Christmas cards and occasional second-hand anecdotes, but he is back here for a year so I will probably see him again, the WR-Rozzie-JP community is tightly knit. Apparently this is the second time my parents have run into him at Breakfast, they must be on the same circuit. Of course, Daddy had his camera.



I spent the rest of the day at home, it was great. Princess did the laundry [he is a good boyfriend], so I got to read the paper and go to the Apple store with my dad so he could buy an iTouch for his Azerbaijan trip. Got my Juniper discount so that was pretty sweet. The CHill Mall has gone significantly downhill IMHO...like who shops at these places? Bloomies is fine for its purpose and I guess Coach and Barney's and C&B and VS. But then they have like weird knife stores and I think a Chico's and weird bedding and stationary. God, it screams wealthy old people and not in the good and glamorous way that I anticipate to be in 50 years.

Anyhow, got home from that and had some chocolate covered pretzels and water [WILD]. Had to chase Linus, who has an undying blood-thirst even after having the crap kicked out of him several times this year, from getting in a another altercation with the asshole cats across the street. Almost broke my neck AND now I have lovely forearms length gouges on each arm thanks to his extra sharp indoor ninja claws. I love him but he is trying at times. That was all for the day. And my tea stain is almost dry, so with that I'll move to the highlight of my 2008 thus far...

So Tired

A rainy weekend day - shocking. It's almost 2, I had the can't-sleeps but now am getting droopy so this will be brief. Helped Bart & Elena move, they are so nice and their new place is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Moving is hard, I have a new appreciation for Princess [and his buddy Dan who helped us, he was awesome!], he is so good at it and really thinks about stuff and seems to feel satisfied when he gets a dresser somewhere that seemed impossible or angles a giant sofa in just the right way. Too bad it's so bad for your back, cause he really liked that job. Oh well, I still get the benefit of having an ex-mover [and all his ex and current mover friends] in my house with me, I am lucky. Today I gave him a 98% approval rating.

Started that at 11, starving. Had some food after Round 1 [we had to take 2 trips, god I hate U-Hauls...and weird tented events that Cambridgians decide to hold in the middle of major roads on weekends], half a chicken salad sandwich and some champagne [Elena and I speak the same language when it comes to booze] and some Diet Pepsi and part of a brownie. Moving took most of the day, but we got home and Ed took a shower and I went to Shaws. Shaws on Saturday is always more terrifying than usual, not sure what's going on there. If I were a crazy, I'm pretty sure I'd shop like Thursday morning when no one was there, becuase I wouldn't have to be rotting at a desk like most of the sane folks. That might've been a really insensitive sentence, I am exhausted.

Anyhow, got back and Ed made some Iggy's bread with yellow heirloom tomatoes and mozarella and drizzled with olive oil and S&P. Delicious appetizer. He made my favorite, chicken katsu with rice, it was so good, again I am so lucky to have a chef since my kitchen skills are slim to none. I can do dishes. I wanted ice cream but had an apple instead [insert debbie downer noise]. That was at like 10, I reconsidered later and had some tea and half a Chunky bar around 11:30. Ooh and Elena gave us wonderful straight off the boat Russian vodka so I had a cocktail as well. The bottle top looks like a giant diamond, so rad.

As I said, it's now 2. I've been obsessing over the house and my calendar and life in general, I think moving others kind of made me realize, holy crap this will be me in a month. I need a serious purge. And then I need to pick out paint colors. I am so excited! I probably just jinxed myself. Good night!

Supa Nerd

That would be my self-description tonight. After scrambling to get down to the delayed Sox-Yanks game, angsting over parking taking so long, and practically running there [does that count as exercise?] with visions of my dad putting around the TW statue muttering with his headphones on, we left in the 4th when the f-ing monsoon started up again. I think I might hate rain more than snow now. The shoveling thing sucks, but I'll be honest, I shovel like once a winter. I'm lazy and good at cleverly getting other people to do my responsibilities. But yeah, it's a tough call after this spring and summer. Hard to imagine the middle of the country is dry when we are turning into a rainforest.

I should back up: no exercise today, worked in Cambridge, had 2 Reese's cups, a DD tea and 2 bites of rotten yogurt for breakfast. Intended to just have the yogurt, the rot prompted the Reese's...I'm lying....I INTENDED to have a Finagle A Bagel that Andy was grabbing for me if they were open, but they weren't. They have been "Opening Soon" for 6 months, quickly becoming the Big Dig of round foods. Anyhow, had my yogurt as back up but my yogurt expired Sept 13, and I noticed this after consuming a good tablespoon. I think this unwilling experiment proves exactly how much even good yogurt tastes like ass.

Went to the mall and got my Mac Airport [blog from the couch! work from the couch! google from my couch! use my iphone on my WiFi! thank god!] and a Tendercrisp Salad from BK, with a diet coke and Italian dressing. Ate at my desk, I am so social. Had a mug of hot chocolate as a mid-PM snack...it is gnarly raw out. Headed home at 7 [!] only to be called by my dad and told the game was on, for 8. It was bumped to 8:30, I got there late as previously discussed. We each had a foot-long, some peanuts, split a pretzel and had a Harp. I love my dad....only he could pull off the headphones/newspaper combo at Fenway for a late September Sox/Yanks meeting. It was awful. We were losing 12-3? when we left....final score 19-8. Yeah boys! I'm sure they are just reserving their energy for the play-offs, a wise choice.

So, back from the game, soaking wet and cold, angry, I redeemed my evening! I set up the AirPort BY MYSELF. And even figured out how to do the remote thing with the iPhone BY MYSELF. And tracked down a duplicate detector for iTunes online, downloaded it and am now running it BY MYSELF. While blogging. Thus the title. Self-sufficiency is the key to happy home-ownership, so hopefully tonight is the start of a trend in the right direction. As opposed to my general persona of Helpless Sally. I'm still calling my dad if I get flat tire.

That's all, had some decaf coconut chai tea and a Butterfinger as a reward for my savvy tech skills. I'm ready for bed now, long day. On the exercise front, helping B&E move tomorrow. In the monsoon. I'm so excited to see their place though, and they are adorable, so it will be ok. Erin and I need to run around Fresh Pond entirely one day soon, the race is like a week away. Acktacular!

Boner Champ

I was initially going to name this “You’re so busted” but then I decided to go with the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G “Boner Champ”. Both are shout-outs from tonight’s wicked awesome “The Office” season premiere. Can we discuss how I love that show? It’s consistently genius. Like really genius, not like West Wing genius [which is not at all IMHO…diss!]. I seriously almost peed my pants 4 times, and when Jim proposed you would have thought someone was on the ground in front of me with 5 carats, I was filled with joy. Plus they had that cheesey Notebook-esque kiss in the rain right after, and while I never have a never will actually see or read The Notebook, I’m still a girl and a sucker for all things romantic.

Anyhoo, back to food and exercise [woo-hoo]. Hit up the DD this morning in Reading, found an easy on-off trafficless drive thru at exit 39. HEC on an onion and a big tea. Grabbed a SF Red Bull mid-morning, it was one of those days. I will be so thankful when this quarter is over. Hopefully my guys sell-sell-sell, I hate being poor. Especially since I will allegedly have a mortgage by November [wtf?!]. Had some more tea and a banana for lunch. LR and I were going to go out but it was just so busy and I had to leave at 4 to get Darling the car by 5.

Got home, had a WW Ravioli and a yogurt and some Propel. I am drinking more water and the like lately, this is a good thing. Still hate the taste, but I’m forcing myself to do it and I do feel better. Went run/walking with Erin. Not sure how feasible this 5k will be, but I have hope. I can always stop and walk some right, better than not doing it at all! Did my arms when I got home, planned to dye my hair but The Office snuck right back up on me and alas, no time. Maybe tomorrow morning, my roots are getting nutty. So instead I took a quick rinse off and made a TJs margarita pizza. And at the whole thing myself. And just remembered I have a butterfinger from CVS last night so I might hit up half of that right now with some decaf tea, WILD.*

Beyond that, ER is making me want to kill myself. I haven’t watched it since college probably but it followed the office and it’s last season so I kept it on. In positive news, it’s not nearly as awful as I remember it, but good god is it depressing. And gross, maybe cause I just ate but yuck-o, blood everywhere, weird bone fragments, sliced ligaments. And with that, I’m off to bed.

*posted this after I typed that plan, I did not elect to go with the BF or the tea. Instead did the dishes, listened to Loveline and had some diluted cranberry and seltzer. Discipline, grasshopper.

The Arches

Wednesday went to Westford again, got a cafe bagel and a tea to start tings off right…yeah. 2 butters and a light cream cheese, it’s the breakfast version of my movie special: extra butter on my popcorn and a diet coke. Had a late lunch AT MCDONALDS. It is so sad what elates me – trip to McDs in the middle of another shitty day at work- it’s so simple really. Had a cheeseburger happy meal, diet coke and extra cheeseburger on the side. It’s my mini-version of the former #2 on their Value Meal menu, which to this day I have no idea why they got rid of – like Jello pudding pops. That will be an entirely separate entry someday.

Ate an overly sour apple on the way home. Tis the season for picking but doesn’t necessarily mean they’re all good, it was disappointing. Signed our P&S after work; I’m going to type this now in hopes of reviewing this in 2-3 months when I’m totally stoked on our house: I’m not super happy.

I’m very pleased with the house, it fits us, and I love it already and I am really looking forward to living there 150%. I can see us being there for a good while and being tremendously happy. However, we definitely got the short end of the stick, it was a poor choice to go with a rookie realtor, and Ed and I can pit bull it up all we want but frankly both of us are still learning to advocate and negotiate as we should and are entitled to. We do a really good job when something is outrageous, but if it’s kind of a “well they should but it’s easier if we or we can just suck it up maybe” type of scenario, we fold like a French maid on laundry day. So
a) We overpaid, by $5k in my opinion, which fine, I’m not going to be an incredible DB over that.
B) We wound up agreeing to pay closing costs. Again, I understand that sellers don’t like to do that but an either or situation would be ideal, this is like we over paid by $10-12k!!
C) Our inspector found a few things that we asked them to fix. We were very reasonable in our requests, and they were supposed to agree to finish some HVAC work that they had done without a permit or inspection. They dragged their heels and so Darling went and organized a plumber to do the work and everything and then they don’t let the guy come into the house until they’ve moved out [and we’ve moved in…nice. If they somehow fuck up my home insurance because of this, I will seek adequate vengeance.] and Ed prepaid $1400 and they were supposed to pay us at closing but oh wait! Dumbass realtor that shall remain nameless got an initial “estimate” [I’m thinking it’s a guess] for $600 and so they are not letting us do the work and we are paying more than half for work they should have done. Again, by my minutia, I can totally tell I’m being insane, but it’s pissing me off. All of this adds up to like $15k and that would be half of our kitchen redone. I need to remember it’s Boston, we’re still walkable but have a driveway and it’s a perfectly solid and wonderful house. And Ed loves it and would kill me if I walked on principle. But, for the record, I think we could and they’d come back begging. However, I’m not willing to risk my relationship or the possibility of dream house in this price bracket coming up any time soon, so I will suck it up. I will own something, I am proud of myself [and Princess, of course].

I feel sick when I think of all of this. I am so excited but sooo pissed. Everyone says it’s like this. I am glad we didn’t have to do any of the back and forth or form preparing but I dislike that “They really stonewalled me” is the final answer here. Stonewall the motherfuckers back – they have 2 mortgages! They made a poor financial decision and we’re bailing them out within 60 frigging days…whatever, I’m going to give myself an aneurysm. It has shingles. And a butler’s pantry. And wood floors. And a basement. And a driveway. And a fenced in yard. And a giant living room with a window seat. I do love it.

So, back to my blog focus, I went for a walk immediately after to cool down. Just down to Davis and back. Bought some hair dye, my drug of choice, felt better. Had my ultimate TV night that is Wednesday. Had a beer, frozen Mac N Cheese and a piece of garlic naan with a tremendous amount of butter.

All in all, a frustrating but productive day. I did got to bed angry [not unusual] and referring to Ed as a Bamboozler [totally didn’t tell me what was going on cause he knew I would lose my shit] but once I sleep on something it’s usually out of my system, thanks Bob Gaudet! I am eternally grateful that I inherited the sleeping under any conditions gene.

It’s been a while

Totally normal, frequently used expression ruined by a stupid Staind song. Nothing against Staind, they are entertaining on Howard, but that music sucks. Plus it’s super depressing.

So yeah, I haven’t written since midday Sunday I guess? I will have to do this in stages. Can’t wait! Sunday afternoon progressed with 40? minutes on the bike and my arm exercises. Went to my parents, had some of those chocolate-covered pretzels from Trader Joes? They are friggin delicious like amazing delicious. Went out and ran some errands [washed my car instead of spending money at Old Navy, this must be what being responsible feels like], came back and it was still and hour until dinner so I had a banana and some more pretzels. I probably had 10 total, it’s amazing what makes me feel guilty when I’m trying to be healthy.

For dinner we had steak, potato, asparagus, some wine, more pretzels. Got home and while I don’t remember this, my notes [such a nerd] indicate I then ate a pickle, had a beer[?], a piece of garlic bread [stole 1 slice from Ed’s parents so I wouldn’t buy a whole loaf], tomato, basil and mozzarella with oil and vinegar and half a Skor bar. Jesus, I’m impressive when it’s in print. No exercise, minus washing the car, which is harder than you think. Especially with the amount of bird shit that had accumulated on my poor Corolla.

Monday I oddly can’t remember…I worked from home…oh wait, I went to the baseball game! Ok, so I didn’t have breakfast, had a Lean Cuisine for lunch and then: a kosher hot dog, 2 Coronas, a few peanut M&Ms, a few Twizzlers, some Cracker Jacks and a pretzel. And some DD Hot Chocolate, had Monster SRO tickets, which were awesome, but it was coooold. And they lost. Ok game though and got to see my wonderful old boss which is always nice.

It’s end of the quarter so I’m stressed and therefore eating horribly/erratically… Tuesday I had raisin bran with soy milk, a yogurt and a banana. Walked our running route with Erin [we were lazy and angry]. Went to trivia. WON trivia, #1, so awesome. Had my 2 Erdingers and my pizza, at the whole thing minus 1 slice. Making up for the rest of the day I’m guessing.

Day 2 of a Super Lazy Weekend

Last night continued with OnDemanded episodes of 6 Feet Under, 2 pieces of garlic bread, a glass of red wine, LOL Homestyle popcorn and an apple. I think we went to bed at like 10:30. I always thought my Friday nights were lame but based on these entries, Saturday nights seem pretty lame too.

P&S got pushed out AGAIN....I hate this process, for real. I initially thought we'd stay for 5-10 years. Now I'm starting to hope that we love it forever and never have to leave until we're like 65 and buy a beach house in Costa Rica or Bali or something. I can't imgaine doing this AND having to sell something. And as outraged as I got with their behavior, I guarantee any prospective buyers would also do things to outrage me and it would be a giant Stressfest.

This morning is uneventful so far, woke up at 10:30. Totally weird dreams involving a host of old characters from life, dreams are wacky. Had some scrambled eggs with ham and cheese and the last corner of bread as toast. As much as I love bread, Ed eats way more than his share, so this morning there was like a prison ration left, I was pissed. We are two non-obese people, a loaf of bread should last more than 1.5 days between us. Having a cup of tea now. Will see if Erin wants to go jogging, I guess [lazy Sunday], and then head to WR for dinner. I should be cleaning, organizing, scrubbing, thorwing stuff away, going to target, etc. Not gonna happen.

Amusee Bouche

7 years of French and I'm 80% sure I spelled that wrong. I'm apparently on a day on, day off rotation with the blog right now. Maybe the honeymoon period is over?

So yesterday I worked in Cambridge, hit up the DD for a HEC on a croissant [a good one this time!] and a tea for breakfast. A bag of Cheetos for lunch, I'm apparently a 17 year old dude. Got home early because we were supposed to look over our P&S [I'm 90 - ackk], but it didn't happen. Had some water and a LC cannelloni or something equally disgusting, I was starving and being a douche and we had plans for 8 and I knew I would never make it.

Headed over to Bart and Elena's, friends from work that we are helping move next weekend, for wine and cheese. Elena put out and AMAZING spread: melon and prosciutto, cucumbers, olives, 6 or 7 cheeses, some weird date nut palate cleansing thing, and a bunch of wonderful baguettes and breads. SO GOOD. We had some red wine with that and it was a really nice night. They are currently in Belmont which is scary-quiet. Beautiful, but I can see how that guy that wrote Election and Little Children resides there - the absolute nothingness must be quite inspiring for some people. It frightens me. After that, we had a bomb-ass apple tart from some bakery and some jasmine green tea and Italian cookies [thanks to Ed's company party!] and this Sauternes wine we brought. It's French and desserty and I love it.

Got up today, Saturday, and noted that our fridge had become as frat-like as the rest of our apartment. I am not a housekeeper, I'm actually kind of a slob - not dirty or rotting, just messy and disorganized. Usually we have food though, today not so much. So we went to Shaw's, LBS raging - I was so thankful when I was getting my ham from the deli that the butcher offered me the first slice, it definitely prevented me passing out. On our way out, you could smell the McDonald's fries. Have we discussed how I looooove McDonald's? Supersize Me was like porn, made me hungry. On the way in, I had initially tried to sway Princess into stopping, he said no. On the way out, I remarked "OMG, can you smell the deliciousness of the fries?" He could. It was well after the 11:30 weekend breakfast cut-off but I tried my hardest: while loading the groceries in the trunk I whispered "Come on, a little cheeseburger happy meal amusee bouche before breakfast? It would be so good!" He laughed, but it was a big no. Our priorities are so different. Sad.

Got home, Darling made me some fried eggs and I had a couple slices of Iggy's bread, one plain, one with mozzarella, ham and tomatoes on it. I eat the same like 9 things over and over, huh? Sad, I never considered myself cosmopolitan whatsoever but when it's glaringly obvious that you really do eat like a 7 year old [and Italian 7 year old, but still] at age 29, it's kind of weird. Anyhow, had some juice/seltzer combo, sat around for like 5 minutes and then went back to bed. I love having no responsibilities. Keep in mind, I woke up at like 10:30, and was back in bed by 1:30. And it was nice out. L-A-Z-Y.

Woke up at 3, checked my email, Ed had been out and came home. We went for a walk at like 4 over to Bob's in Meffa. Bob's is amazing, if we ever get married they are totally doing our wedding. I had never been in the actual store, I could have eaten everything. We got some sausage and a slice of pizza and and Evian for the road. Headed back, probably like a 2-3 mile trip all around? A very pleasant fall day. Grabbed some beer [Smutty Pumpkin for Darling, Raspberry UFO for me] and now we are home, hopefully for the evening. Ed is making a stew of some kind....he is a very good cook but more into meat and spice than fair little me and from the smell of it, not sure if I'll be such a fan. I may just eat more bread for dinner, maybe a yogurt. And some beer.

Blog is making me realize I drink MUCH more than I thought. Not like holic-drink, but it is interesting. Might explain more of the tummy than I initially thought it was responsible for. Can someone make healthy booze?

2 days have passed...I'm part of Generation Slack, so sue me

I am tired and backed up with life in general, so this will be brief. And I'm fixing typos tomorrow, if needed:

Wednesday
Had a gross caf everything bagel w/ a butter and lite cream cheese. Had some tea.
P brought in lunch for our mtg, half a turkey sandwich. some chips, a pickle, caeser salad and a peanut butter cookie. And a diet coke. More tea. A mozzarella string cheese stick upon going home. Went running with Erin, we're getting better. We ran most of the way to and back down the bike path in Arlington. Got home, had 3 chicken nuggets, some rice and some calamari Ed made with garlic and butter and srichachi sauce. Yum! Did my arms, watched ANTM and PR and RWRRC and took a shower. Then I went to CVS to get hair dye and and bought a Skor bar and had half...2/3...of that for dessert.

Thursday
HEC on onion and tea from DD. Brought my own tea too, in hopes of being super energized for today..didn't happen. Had a mini-cannoli, so good, mid-morning. went to the Japanese place for my chicken katsu lunch special, with miso soup, rice, shumai, salad, and california rolls. More edamame too, and a diet coke. Got home and had naan with butter and a GINORMOUS bowl of TJS berry cheerio things with soy milk. Picked darling up from a work party and had move italian desserts, some mozzarella and tomatoes and 2 chocolate covered strawberries. And some prosecco. No exercise, just tired.

Going to bed now. Work + house + almost 30 and what the hell am I doing with myself = big stress. Up to 40% optimism on the house...

Caveat: I've just discovered Erbinger Octoberweiss

And I'm not even sure if I spelled that right but I do know that I just sucked down two giant steins of this and I LOOOOVED it.

Today was ok- hectic work-wise, everyone wanted everything, and like yesterday. And I can only do so much, but I hate the nagging feeling of letting people down. Whatever. I WFH'd today and therefore had no breakfast. I snuck a lunch of pasta with Earth Balance, mozzarella, tomatoes and some seasonings on it, with a side of mini WW pita garlic bread. I then had a raspberry LF TJ's yogurt for an afternoon snack.

Erin and I went running and regardless of the pasta-carb load, I had no energy. Then I went to trivia [3rd place, bitches] and had my pizza. My harpoon raspberry has been EOL'd for the summer [although my lovely waitress aid they may get bottles soon - woo hoo!] so I tried this Erbinger based on her recommendation and for a beer, it was pretty awesome. 2 of our other trivia buddies has switched to it based on my referral by the end of the night.

That's all for now, my eyes are closing. Planning to jog tomorrow too, pre-ANTM. I'm going to sleep and check this for typos in the morning. Buenos Noches.

Decent start to the week

Monday has come and gone. It was actually ok, for a Monday. I woke up sort of on time and was able to make myself some scrambled eggs for breakfast. Then I had a tea and banana once I got to the office. Day flew by with house and work stuff. Had a turkey wrap [and chips and a pickle] for lunch, with a Cherry Coke Zero. A small personal goal I have is to never drink soda again but I don't see that happening anytime soon, I heart soda. Grabbed another tea for the afternoon, had some water and an apple on my ride home.

I got home and was supposed to go running by myself. Didn't happen. Instead had a small piece of Ed's TJ's pesto pizza and cherry tomatoes chopped up with mozzarella per usual. It was delicious and I sat around for a little bit longer and then actually got on the bike for 9+ miles [half hour of hills]. Darling was out, so I caught up on The Hills season so far, it was awesome. Then I did the arms and they are actually getting better! Like still with the old-woman flab but harder in the muscle pieces. Any improvement is welcome.

Red Sox won like 87 to 4, even with Mike Timlin coming in in the 8th inning. I just had a bowl of cereal and some decaf chai. It was a bowl and a half of cereal, if I start lying to the blog, I'm lost. Erin and I have a running date tomorrow night pre-trivia, which will be good. House is getting a bit more hopeful. Maybe I'm up to 20-30% yes? I looked up its walkability, it's pretty good. A bit farther than now but it will be good for my expanding physique. Erin's old roommate left me a bike, I need to grab that and get a cute helmet and make that happen. I'm a bit scared of traumatic brain injury but hopefully it'll work out.

Tired, going to bed. WFH tomorrow to deal with some Meffa stuff....it's getting a bit too real. Scary.

Mind the Gap, part Deux

I figured I'd separate this into two since it's a long coverage period. And I kind of liked the poetic end to the last post. Maybe it's actually me that is "such a loser"? Who cares.

Today began around 10. Woke up, was going to make food, but Ed decided to make WPF french toast [awesome] and a couple of PERFECT fried eggs, he is a really good cook, I'm lucky. We headed off to the inspection [after Princess picked up his magnet mess] and went to DD for my tea. Ed got a latte and a Boston Cream, I was shocked; he confessed he was afraid he's pass out from exhaustion/hungoverness. Ed hasn't had caffeine in like 2 years? Maybe only a year, but still. This was a rarity. Latte in hand, he also was wearing what I call an REI vest and hip sneakers and we rolled up in our 2009 Corolla to our cute single family home inspection. This prompted me to turn to Darling and cry "We're total yuppies, I'm going to barf". Whatever, if yuppies have money and spend it on themselves, then SIGN ME UP. Not about to get in a big debate over the shade of Ecru and raise of text that are involved in my business cards, but I enjoy capitalism and I enjoy making myself feel better with the proceeds of said-capitalism.

Had a looooong home inspection, I wanted to kidnap the guy and bring him home - he was adorable and genuine and knew his shit and so great and helpful overall. Those people get all up in everything, it is a very thorough job. I appreciated it. There are definitely some issues....I'm curious to see what happens now, but we'll see. I feel slightly better just in the general home-buying process now having been through one and seeing all the facets of a house. I know more must occur to you after you start living in something you own but right now I feel like my brain is filled to the brim with things that need to be taken care of that never occurred to me. Never. It's nice to know what we're signing up for. It'd be nicer if this house had old-time charm and new-age upkeep and technology, but alas - we shall see. If I ever write a home-buying memoir [how boring would that be? And of all the things to wrote a memoir of] of this experience, it will be called We Shall See.

Quelled [is that a malapropism?] some of my anxiety with a slice of Nick's pizza [one of 5 shops a stones throw from possible future house] and a diet Dr Pepper. Showered up, ate a pear, and headed to the parentals. Had some red wine, Omaha Steaks pork chop and steak, daddy's mustard sauce, Yukon gold potatoes and asparagus [tops only, I'm 5], with my watery cran juice per usual. Had like 3 tbsp of diet Mint Chip ice cream for dessert. My parents are wild with the sweets lately...not. Sister got an apt with her boyfriend!! I am very happy for her and them. I like him, he has a snarky view of the world, which I adore. She has a birthday coming up, I will need to think on that one. Linus' head wound is improving, he is such a pain in the ass. My parents probably hate me for dumping him on them, I'm so irresponsible.

Got home just in time for Mad Men [actually for the last 4 minutes of Philadelphia - pass the rusty razor blades, seriously] and to put away laundry for what felt like hours [yelled at Darling for his lack of effort in that dept, no effect of course]. I was craving tomatoes, mozzarella, and oil and vinegar but Ed made popcorn WHILE I was making this up for myself [fresh toms from 5 Keane Rd, yum] and so I gave in and had several handfuls. And then my planned snack. Night time eating will be the death of me. Planning to run tomorrow, need to keep up the stamina or momentum or whatever.

I think that's it for now...Oooh, the house is <.5 miles from a Whole Foods. Ed is already imagining the BBQs. "We can walk there!" he exclaimed, upon discovery. It would be pretty rad; we shall see.

Mind the Gap

So it's been a little while since my last post, maybe 27 hours but I've been so good at posting regularly! Whatever, I will not beat myself up. First thing to report today is that I did wind up doing my arm exercises yesterday, with better form. Secondly, I am sore as helllll today, legs and arms. I think that means it's working? Princess said I look like I'm getting skinnier but he is sweet like that on occasion, even if it is a blatant lie. And that is why I love him.

After my arms and my 2 hours of make up, I picked up Meagan in Rozzie and headed to The Alchemist. I was terrified of Triple Ds [even with a rad karaoke night], but had heard good things about the place since the transition/yuppification. I started the night with a drink [shocker], asked if the sangria was good, got a yes, and ordered it. I need like an electric collar for when I try to order sangria in public. It's amazing once in a while and the rest of the times it ranges from ehhh to gross. I have a killer homemade sangria recipe from Pedro at work and I really should just stick to that. This tasted like an apple Jack Daniels wine cooler of a bad flavor of Boones' Farm. Impossible, I know. I LOVE BF, but some of their flavors are rank. Come to think of it, their sangria actually tasted better than this sangria and i seem to recall BF sangria having a slight vomit odor. So yeah, I think it may have been a white sangria - which really needs to be handled properly - but whatever it was, gnarly to the point that I had like 5 sips and put it to the side.

Making up for this was the caprese salad [dope tomatoes, right amount and flavor of balsamic, leafy greens on the side, enough cheese!] and little flatbread and oil they bring you. Both were excellent. For someone with not an Italian bone in her body, I sure have the palate of those folks. The I got the steak tips and fries for dinner, delicious...Highland Kitchen does them better, but HK is amazing. I also ordered a glass of Malbec with my steak, which was sooooo much better than the sangria. And a HUGE pour. I actually wound up pouring my remaining sangria into my wine when it was 2/3 gone and it was a world of improvement.

That was that, we headed to the Jeannie. The JJ has gone immensely down hill [god, this post is making me feel old - bitch bitch bitch, the kids these days, up hill both ways, etc.] since it was my stomping grounds in the early 2000s. We used to go there every Saturday for karaoke. We tried again last night, but they switched DJs and few years ago and I do not know what it is about a karaoke dj but they can be kind of a-holes. I may be projecting since it's my life goal to BE a karaoke dj and now I just work as a sales slave for networking gear, so I'm hating. But he has yet to dazzle me. And the crowd....first of all, half the people were like 19, I swear. There was one crazy woman in a pink jumpsuit at the bar. I loathe places with only one stall in the bathroom [TTs!]. And the place turned into like Allston after 11:30. Crowded, hot, too many people, I couldn't tell who was hiding a shiv in their ankle, skankariffic clothes everywhere, and wayyyy too much hoochie dancing. It's karaoke, some is allowed, but leave room for the holy ghost! Plus some of the JP hipsters were irritating too, but at least they were there to sing and be obnoxious with their friends, not act like they were at Rain nightclub in Saugus.

Plus, and I bleed Boston, never leaving but, I think I've determined why I crossed the River. We do have better food and more affordable apts and more stuff to do within my interests and tax brackets. But beyond that, half the people I saw last night either went to my high school or were younger siblings/friends of people I grew up with. I have my too-cool death glare down pat [thanks Orange Lone], and don't remember any of these people on a name/friendly basis, but it's enough to put you on guard that you may run into someone you haven't seen in a long-ass time. Which may be fun...for 2 minutes and then be awful. Not my scene, I'm a thousand I guess, it did make me sad to see the old stomping grounds go sooooo downhill.

Back to reality, I had a diet coke and 2 Coronas and a water for the rest of the night. Had a good time with Meagan and Emily and her dad. Darling called me like 4 times at 1:20 [I NEVER call when he is out, I hate a nag] and wasn't really making sense but I figured whatever. Got home and there's like piles of stuff that was previously on the couch now on the floor and half our magnets all over the kitchen floor. And the bar to the freezer door almost impaled me when I opened it [after following the trail of destruction, I figured I had to check and make sure he wasn't trying to charge his phone in there or something]. He was already in bed so I went in and gave my most annoyed "What the fuck happened to the house, dude?" Nothing. Try again, still nothing. Grab his foot and shake. Eyes open, "What were you drinking?".
"Feeelsi ilkssie mngdhhdvppppp...."
"What?"
"Eeeksi bliffghippppy....."
"You're such a loser"

Love sweet love.

Running is the new walking

Or so I'm trying to convince myself. After a lovely bongo session last night [thanks Second Floor!], finally got to bed around midnight. Sox won, I had some Japanese rice and some peas [I'm nothing if not predictable]. Woke up and Ed had made some gross stir fry thing for his breakfast. Have we discussed how Ed eats entirely inappropriate foods for breakfast? I'm strongly of the school of thought where breakfast is breakfast - waffles, eggs, sausage, toast, has browns, cereal, bagels, french toast, fruit cup, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, etc. There are SOOOO many wonderful choices, why would you reheat Thai food or make a TJ's Indian bowl for breakfast? I like both those foods - for lunch or dinner. But there is no reason my house should smell like fish before 10 am.

Anyhow, so I hiked down to Davis to get some American cheese and WPF bread and hot tea from DD. Erin called while I was walking back so we went running [yay!] after I inhaled a yogurt to stave of LBS. We went to Fresh Pond with Mia, it was fun, sort of...not miserable like moving usually is. We ran pretty far, I have no idea how to estimate mileage [my daddy can do it in his head, but he's been running for like 20 years]. After that spurt we just walked briskly, but exercise is exercise. FP is 2.5 miles around, so our goal is to be able to make it around without feeling like death. Then we're only .6 or so away from the 5k. I need to register for that.

I got home, had ham, egg, and cheese on a piece of WPF and another piece as toast [I used Earth Balance, not butter]. I love ham, egg and cheese apparently, another thing I've learned from the blog. Let's hope cholesterol doesn't catch up with me. I just had an apple and some of my watered down juice. Now I am going to do my arm exercises and take 2 hours to put on make-up because I really like to do that once in a while. The Sox just lost the first half of their rain-out DH, like 8-1. Sadness.

Going to the Alchemist in JP tonight for dinner with dear friend Meagan and her BF Dan, haven't seen them in forever but such is life lately. Darling is going to some party, of course. I've noticed we don't do a lot together, but I kind of like it that way. Makes you appreciate each other when you do see each other and frankly I am neurotic when out anyway and it's one less thing to fuss and worry about. And we're probably going to do karaoke at the Jeannie and while I love karaoke, Ed hates it [though it was totally acceptable back when we started dating...funny how THAT works] and so I only make him go on my birthday. I'm not big on making people do stuff, even if it's Darling. That way, he can't expect me to do anything that he likes that sucks. Works out.

Speaking of not working out, the house inspection is tomorrow. While I am praying that there are no structural flaws and it goes well, I have great apprehension. I'm at 15-20% we get in there. I just found a copy of our offer at it was presented to them and signed and a bunch of crap was changed unbeknownst to me, after I signed it. I'm not Sicilian, but I think I may have just felt what that level of anger feels like upon discovering this. I'm going to remain relatively calm, I will rip Ed a new asshole because this is unacceptable and his friend should know you don't do stuff like that on behalf of people WITHOUT LETTING THEM KNOW, particularly when large sums of money are involved. However, hopefully it doesn't matter because a. the P&S really matters and b. house might not work out anyway. Whatever, I'm jazzed for the inspection, should be informative if nothing else and Darling is paying for it because my commission sucks right now. He is a good boy, 43% of the time.