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!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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!
Friday, September 26, 2008
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
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?
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?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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...
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...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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.
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.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Manic Friday
Today was INSANE at work. I get super hyped up and neurotic about stuff, but today was nutty. I had cocktail plans for 3 and when I was finally freed from my desk, it was 6:30 and everyone had already gone home. I think the kids would remark this :(
Today started ok, I was slow but after 4 days of working this is par for the course. Plus it got damn cold damn fast this fall. I don't believe in global warming [and so begin the haterade comments...oh wait, no one reads this] per se, other than duh the planet is warmer and more polluted because there are WAY TOO MANY FRIGGING PEOPLE. But I do definitely see a shift in weather, I like cycles of things and assume we're heading into so weird cycle. Maybe one where Boston mimics a San Diego like climate at all times, for the next 50 years? I'd be siked.
Anyhow, I woke up on time so made myself a ham, egg, and cheese on a WW mini-pita [mini-pita!] and had some watered down juice. More watered down juice at work, I was thirsty. And a tea. I love tea. I didn't have much use for my trip to England 10 [good god] years ago, but I do appreciate that it taught me the value of a tea and some kind of chocolate candy combo. I like a Twix the best, or some really creamy and yummy Grade A chocolate.
I busted ass until I finally ate lunch at like 2. Oh and I want to point out that I didn't take any free pastries from a meeting this morning, even though I kind of really wanted to. Had a Lean Cuisine, bought a bag of Cheetos. Ignored said-Cheetos when free Doritos became available. Had those with a beer at my desk between 5 and 6. Left the Cheetos for next week, I'll forget about them and be filled with joy when I show up in Cambridge next week. It's the simple things.
Waiting for Princess to come home from band practice to see what's for dinner. More than likely, he already had Vietnemese with his fellow musicians and I'll be SOL and make Japanese rice and frozen peas and/or a bag of Microwave popcorn. And I don't have any wine...that's no way to start a Friday night...hmmm.....
Today started ok, I was slow but after 4 days of working this is par for the course. Plus it got damn cold damn fast this fall. I don't believe in global warming [and so begin the haterade comments...oh wait, no one reads this] per se, other than duh the planet is warmer and more polluted because there are WAY TOO MANY FRIGGING PEOPLE. But I do definitely see a shift in weather, I like cycles of things and assume we're heading into so weird cycle. Maybe one where Boston mimics a San Diego like climate at all times, for the next 50 years? I'd be siked.
Anyhow, I woke up on time so made myself a ham, egg, and cheese on a WW mini-pita [mini-pita!] and had some watered down juice. More watered down juice at work, I was thirsty. And a tea. I love tea. I didn't have much use for my trip to England 10 [good god] years ago, but I do appreciate that it taught me the value of a tea and some kind of chocolate candy combo. I like a Twix the best, or some really creamy and yummy Grade A chocolate.
I busted ass until I finally ate lunch at like 2. Oh and I want to point out that I didn't take any free pastries from a meeting this morning, even though I kind of really wanted to. Had a Lean Cuisine, bought a bag of Cheetos. Ignored said-Cheetos when free Doritos became available. Had those with a beer at my desk between 5 and 6. Left the Cheetos for next week, I'll forget about them and be filled with joy when I show up in Cambridge next week. It's the simple things.
Waiting for Princess to come home from band practice to see what's for dinner. More than likely, he already had Vietnemese with his fellow musicians and I'll be SOL and make Japanese rice and frozen peas and/or a bag of Microwave popcorn. And I don't have any wine...that's no way to start a Friday night...hmmm.....
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"Today is not going to be healthy"
Confirmed! Per my prediction this morning, here's what transpired.
First of all, I remembered halfway through today that I had a mini-cannoli yesterday [work Lindsay hooked it up!!!] that I need to fess up to. Seems like a hard thing to overlook, but the reluctant dieter's brain pulls amazing acts of omission. It had sprinkles and chocolate chips, as our trivia mantra says, go big or don't go at all.
So the rest of today: got to work, nuked my HEC on a croissant [so good, fully worth it], had a tea. Stayed full all AM and then went to lunch with PYV at the food court in the Galleria [sigh....not quite the Westford Chilli's/Applebees sigh, but sigh nonetheless]. I had all intentions of getting a salad at Burger King, even leaving PYV at our table [he thought ahead and got relatively healthy Thai food] and SAYING "I'm gonna grab a salad at BK, be right back". Unfortunately, somehow salad morphed into #4 with cheese and a diet coke [?] by the time I made it to actually ordering. I shouldn't play dumb, I realized in line I needed to go out after work boozing and decided that a salad would be a poor choice, I need bread and meat and fries to sop up the booze. Turns out all of the above were poor choices but whatevs. The Whopper Jr was delish, when is it not?
Headed out at 5:30 to Desfina to toast dear colleague Sabrina, who is leaving us, she will be missed. I had 2 Stoli Oranges and Sprite [such a girl] and a Corona. For some reason my brain doesn't get that ordering full sugar soda while mixed with alcohol is just as bad as ordering it plain, who knows. They were delicious but I have a headache and a sugar coma now. Had a banana before booze to help with immediate drunkenness, I think it worked. I feel silly and unable to drive but not take-your-clothes-off-and-carry-a-plastic-CVS-bag-around-my-apartment intoxicated. If you think I'm joking, you clearly don't know me so well.
Matt gave me a ride home [thanks Matt!] and I just had some water and TJ's mac and cheese with tomatoes. When one is making mac and cheese from a box, the impulse is to make it even less healthy, correct? So I added a slice of LOL American cheese to it. When in Rome... I used soy milk and earth balance instead of milk and butter, that has to off-set something.
Beyond that, the house is making my head hurt more than the Sprite overdose. I'm teetering on, "I love it, can't wait to live there, I'll have a yard and a garage!" and, pardon my French but I have perma-trucker mouth, "Fuck these douchebags, something else equal or even better will come along". BUYERS MARKET, that's all I have to say. I can feel my blood pressure rising, so I think I'm going to tie it up, change into some PJs and drunkenly fall asleep to Love Line on the radio. One day I will need to blog about my love for all talk radio. Well, NPR drives me nuts sometimes, as does Sports Talk, but needless to say, gun to head, I'd listen to yammering on the dial over music any day of the week.
No exercise unless you count booking it to DD this morning [almost breaking my ankle in process] to get my croissant before the bus showed up. And walking through Best Buy to the food court. And walking to the bar. That's all gotta count for something, right? Right??
First of all, I remembered halfway through today that I had a mini-cannoli yesterday [work Lindsay hooked it up!!!] that I need to fess up to. Seems like a hard thing to overlook, but the reluctant dieter's brain pulls amazing acts of omission. It had sprinkles and chocolate chips, as our trivia mantra says, go big or don't go at all.
So the rest of today: got to work, nuked my HEC on a croissant [so good, fully worth it], had a tea. Stayed full all AM and then went to lunch with PYV at the food court in the Galleria [sigh....not quite the Westford Chilli's/Applebees sigh, but sigh nonetheless]. I had all intentions of getting a salad at Burger King, even leaving PYV at our table [he thought ahead and got relatively healthy Thai food] and SAYING "I'm gonna grab a salad at BK, be right back". Unfortunately, somehow salad morphed into #4 with cheese and a diet coke [?] by the time I made it to actually ordering. I shouldn't play dumb, I realized in line I needed to go out after work boozing and decided that a salad would be a poor choice, I need bread and meat and fries to sop up the booze. Turns out all of the above were poor choices but whatevs. The Whopper Jr was delish, when is it not?
Headed out at 5:30 to Desfina to toast dear colleague Sabrina, who is leaving us, she will be missed. I had 2 Stoli Oranges and Sprite [such a girl] and a Corona. For some reason my brain doesn't get that ordering full sugar soda while mixed with alcohol is just as bad as ordering it plain, who knows. They were delicious but I have a headache and a sugar coma now. Had a banana before booze to help with immediate drunkenness, I think it worked. I feel silly and unable to drive but not take-your-clothes-off-and-carry-a-plastic-CVS-bag-around-my-apartment intoxicated. If you think I'm joking, you clearly don't know me so well.
Matt gave me a ride home [thanks Matt!] and I just had some water and TJ's mac and cheese with tomatoes. When one is making mac and cheese from a box, the impulse is to make it even less healthy, correct? So I added a slice of LOL American cheese to it. When in Rome... I used soy milk and earth balance instead of milk and butter, that has to off-set something.
Beyond that, the house is making my head hurt more than the Sprite overdose. I'm teetering on, "I love it, can't wait to live there, I'll have a yard and a garage!" and, pardon my French but I have perma-trucker mouth, "Fuck these douchebags, something else equal or even better will come along". BUYERS MARKET, that's all I have to say. I can feel my blood pressure rising, so I think I'm going to tie it up, change into some PJs and drunkenly fall asleep to Love Line on the radio. One day I will need to blog about my love for all talk radio. Well, NPR drives me nuts sometimes, as does Sports Talk, but needless to say, gun to head, I'd listen to yammering on the dial over music any day of the week.
No exercise unless you count booking it to DD this morning [almost breaking my ankle in process] to get my croissant before the bus showed up. And walking through Best Buy to the food court. And walking to the bar. That's all gotta count for something, right? Right??
Wednesdays are over-rated
Everyone gives them credit as the grodily titled "Hump Day" but really Wednesdays are still 2 full days from the weekends. I'm just looking for an excuse for why I didn't write yesterday, beyond the deadly Riesling-sofa one-two punch. Holy hyphens.
So yesterday work was insane again. The least satisfying kind of work day is where you spend every second of the 8+ hours doing one thing. Bonus points for when the one thing is boring and/or really doesn't matter. That was my yesterday. Breakfast was cereal, tea, a banana. Lunch was a turkey wrap with chips - argghh- and a pickle. Then I had a string cheese when I got home because of horrid LBS. I tried to run and had noooo energy so it was more like 45 minutes of spurt run/walking.
Got home from that and did my arm exercises, tried to improve my form. Took a shower and made it out just in time for ANTM, those bitches are craaaazy. Had a healthy dinner of frozen peas, garlic naan and butter, and a yogurt. And the aforementioned Riesling. Followed ANTM with PR and RW/RR challenge and the 40-47th innings of the sox game. We won't get into that.
On my way to Cambridge now, bus blogging. Got my DD in hand, drink plans for after work. Today is not going to be healthy.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Trivia Tuesday
While I loathe Mondays, I luuurve Tuesdays. Not because I get assaulted at work with all the emails a. from people who were out/shunning me Friday and/or Monday and b. from people who weren't out but should've sent them prior to 4 pm today so I could actually help them, and didn't. Thank god my mom doesn't read this blog because that last sentence was a grammar nightmare. I'm also noticing it's difficulty to type. You know why? Because it's TRIVIA TUESDAY which means I'm 2.5 sheets to the wind.
I go to trivia at Olde Magoun's on the Somerville/Meffa border each Tuesday with a revolving cast of characters. I was originally recruited by my colleague/friend Andy who went with his friend Matt. They were really good except for the fashion/beauty/pop culture/celebrity divorce questions -AKA the Pink Pie in Trivial Pursuit. This is where I came in. What I lack in useful knowledge about science or geography, I make up for in knowing Halle Berry's first husband's name [former Atlanta Brave David Justice, and he hit her - allegedly].
We worked as a team of 3 for a while and I invited my sister and she is wayyy more popular than I am so she actually came WITH PEOPLE. Andy has since had a baby and Matt's job is nuts and he's getting married [grown-ups], so they don't attend so often anymore but generally each week it's myself, maybe Caroline, her friend Martin almost always, and her other friends Paul, Mike and Jay come in as they can. They do Improv Practice on Tuesday which is awesome but I'm sad it conflicts with our big night. Sometimes C's delightful boyfriend Brian even joins us, all the way from the NH. That is a trooper move, if anyone asked me to go to something in NH on a Tuesday night and drive back and go to work the next morning I'd show them to the nearest bridge and then push them off.
Anyhow, I love trivia. The host is great, the bar is great, the questions are never too easy. I even wrote a glorifying Yelp review about it -which the host now totally knows about, scoring us brownie points. Some a-hole out of towner called him a Douche on Yelp, and he is so not a douche, I had to defend him. Fun times all around, I genuinely look forward to it and enjoy myself even if we place a miserable 15th or whatever we did tonight. We lost it in the 4th round...anyone ever heard of Mr Bill? Apparently some old SNL skit with a key nemesis. Sue us for not knowing the nemesis' name. I'm already excited for next week though, this is the beauty of it.
Part of the highlight of Trivia night is that I get to be excessive food and beverage-wise. The scale indicated I lost like 4 lbs this morning and I guarantee I just put it all back on in the past 3 hours. I have 98% of an entire margarita pizza [they make it Napoleon style on a BED OF LIGHTLY SPRINKLED SEA SALT, can you really blame me?] and 3 beers on average. This was tonight's menu, a whole pizza, a Raspberry UFO and 2 Sea Dog Blueberries. For those of you with little to no deduction skills, I don't like beer unless it's fruity. I also had a bite of Martin's Fireside Dip which is an item I would order again in a heart beat. As Rachel Ray would say, YUM-O.
So yeah, beyond that: Sox ate it at the last minute, booo. Had cereal per usual, a banana, some tea. A grilled cheese and tomato and veggie soup with a Snapple Diet IT for lunch [Westford again...groan]. I had a pounding headache by the time I got to the bar, but I washed down two Advils with my first beer [note to kids: don't do this]. No exercise, just the walk to the bar [such a sad sentence]. I meant to get up early and slept through my alarm, again [thanks Ed]. Had another lovely night of up at 3 with neurosis and back to bed at 4. Awesome. The I was at work from 8:45 until 7:20. Not recommended either. Hopefully it pays off.
Speaking of paying off, the house is whatever; I'm so over this process. I feel like we're behaving so reasonably and being accommodating. To be honest, I'm acting with a tenth of the insanity, vigor and obstinacy with which I'd want to act if left to my own devices [thanks to the advice of Darling and other parties]. These people are difficult. Let's hope it's worth it, otherwise, I'm hitting the road STAT. It makes me sad to think of but sometimes enough is a enough. Offer was accepted but I'd say due to other circumstances, it's a 30/70 shot, 70 being we don't wind up living there. Not to be Pissy Sally but that's how I feel right now with all of that.
Ok, I'm tired and it just took me a good 6 minutes to fix all those typos. Good night!
I go to trivia at Olde Magoun's on the Somerville/Meffa border each Tuesday with a revolving cast of characters. I was originally recruited by my colleague/friend Andy who went with his friend Matt. They were really good except for the fashion/beauty/pop culture/celebrity divorce questions -AKA the Pink Pie in Trivial Pursuit. This is where I came in. What I lack in useful knowledge about science or geography, I make up for in knowing Halle Berry's first husband's name [former Atlanta Brave David Justice, and he hit her - allegedly].
We worked as a team of 3 for a while and I invited my sister and she is wayyy more popular than I am so she actually came WITH PEOPLE. Andy has since had a baby and Matt's job is nuts and he's getting married [grown-ups], so they don't attend so often anymore but generally each week it's myself, maybe Caroline, her friend Martin almost always, and her other friends Paul, Mike and Jay come in as they can. They do Improv Practice on Tuesday which is awesome but I'm sad it conflicts with our big night. Sometimes C's delightful boyfriend Brian even joins us, all the way from the NH. That is a trooper move, if anyone asked me to go to something in NH on a Tuesday night and drive back and go to work the next morning I'd show them to the nearest bridge and then push them off.
Anyhow, I love trivia. The host is great, the bar is great, the questions are never too easy. I even wrote a glorifying Yelp review about it -which the host now totally knows about, scoring us brownie points. Some a-hole out of towner called him a Douche on Yelp, and he is so not a douche, I had to defend him. Fun times all around, I genuinely look forward to it and enjoy myself even if we place a miserable 15th or whatever we did tonight. We lost it in the 4th round...anyone ever heard of Mr Bill? Apparently some old SNL skit with a key nemesis. Sue us for not knowing the nemesis' name. I'm already excited for next week though, this is the beauty of it.
Part of the highlight of Trivia night is that I get to be excessive food and beverage-wise. The scale indicated I lost like 4 lbs this morning and I guarantee I just put it all back on in the past 3 hours. I have 98% of an entire margarita pizza [they make it Napoleon style on a BED OF LIGHTLY SPRINKLED SEA SALT, can you really blame me?] and 3 beers on average. This was tonight's menu, a whole pizza, a Raspberry UFO and 2 Sea Dog Blueberries. For those of you with little to no deduction skills, I don't like beer unless it's fruity. I also had a bite of Martin's Fireside Dip which is an item I would order again in a heart beat. As Rachel Ray would say, YUM-O.
So yeah, beyond that: Sox ate it at the last minute, booo. Had cereal per usual, a banana, some tea. A grilled cheese and tomato and veggie soup with a Snapple Diet IT for lunch [Westford again...groan]. I had a pounding headache by the time I got to the bar, but I washed down two Advils with my first beer [note to kids: don't do this]. No exercise, just the walk to the bar [such a sad sentence]. I meant to get up early and slept through my alarm, again [thanks Ed]. Had another lovely night of up at 3 with neurosis and back to bed at 4. Awesome. The I was at work from 8:45 until 7:20. Not recommended either. Hopefully it pays off.
Speaking of paying off, the house is whatever; I'm so over this process. I feel like we're behaving so reasonably and being accommodating. To be honest, I'm acting with a tenth of the insanity, vigor and obstinacy with which I'd want to act if left to my own devices [thanks to the advice of Darling and other parties]. These people are difficult. Let's hope it's worth it, otherwise, I'm hitting the road STAT. It makes me sad to think of but sometimes enough is a enough. Offer was accepted but I'd say due to other circumstances, it's a 30/70 shot, 70 being we don't wind up living there. Not to be Pissy Sally but that's how I feel right now with all of that.
Ok, I'm tired and it just took me a good 6 minutes to fix all those typos. Good night!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Addendum
I figured I'd use some of my recently learned legal jargon to title this brief post. Made the offer, I'm angry over $5k...it may be a bit more than that but denial is a powerful thing...and it's not much more. I feel ok, I think it will work out in the end and I really do love it whether I want to admit it or not. Where does this obstinate pugnacious streak come from? Both my parents are reasonable people.
Speaking of unreasonable people, my poor cat's face was ripped open AGAIN this past week. Another trip to the vet. I'm calling animal control on those asshole cats across the street, mark my words. I'd post a picture here but you'd puke, poor kitty. I wish he'd learn his lesson but he's always been a bit rough and tumble. He just can't rough and tumble with FIVE borderline feral cats. West Roxbury is going to the dogs...or cats [wocka wocka].
Tonight: starved because I thought I'd exercise, didn't, and instead had 2 teeny glasses of wine [one with a strawberry in it, how festive!] and a piece of Trader Joe's garlic naan with butter. Has TJ's naan made an appearance in my blog yet? One of my favorite foods; it is, as the kids say, THE SHIT. So deliciously flavorful and easy for non-cooks like me to prepare and oddly satisfying. Again, not the healthiest meal but whatevs - it's not a million calories.
Erin is booked up the rest of the wook so I'm going to have to rely on myself for discipline. This could take a turn for the worse. I will *try* and get up to exercise pre-work tomorrow, but I do need to get to the office early. Otherwise, maybe squeeze it in pre-trivia? I love trivia and didn't go last week due to my trip to margaritaville...or dacquiriville, so I'm stoked for tomorrow night? Also, half a game back from Tampa [still so weird to type that], woo-hoo! I won't get into poor TB's knee cause I am a total pink-hat when it comes to football and only like it when we're in the Superbowl [sue me], but it is sad and I hope we can still put up a good fight for the season.
That's all for now. Till later!
Speaking of unreasonable people, my poor cat's face was ripped open AGAIN this past week. Another trip to the vet. I'm calling animal control on those asshole cats across the street, mark my words. I'd post a picture here but you'd puke, poor kitty. I wish he'd learn his lesson but he's always been a bit rough and tumble. He just can't rough and tumble with FIVE borderline feral cats. West Roxbury is going to the dogs...or cats [wocka wocka].
Tonight: starved because I thought I'd exercise, didn't, and instead had 2 teeny glasses of wine [one with a strawberry in it, how festive!] and a piece of Trader Joe's garlic naan with butter. Has TJ's naan made an appearance in my blog yet? One of my favorite foods; it is, as the kids say, THE SHIT. So deliciously flavorful and easy for non-cooks like me to prepare and oddly satisfying. Again, not the healthiest meal but whatevs - it's not a million calories.
Erin is booked up the rest of the wook so I'm going to have to rely on myself for discipline. This could take a turn for the worse. I will *try* and get up to exercise pre-work tomorrow, but I do need to get to the office early. Otherwise, maybe squeeze it in pre-trivia? I love trivia and didn't go last week due to my trip to margaritaville...or dacquiriville, so I'm stoked for tomorrow night? Also, half a game back from Tampa [still so weird to type that], woo-hoo! I won't get into poor TB's knee cause I am a total pink-hat when it comes to football and only like it when we're in the Superbowl [sue me], but it is sad and I hope we can still put up a good fight for the season.
That's all for now. Till later!
I hate Mondays
I really do, between the traffic, lack of any motivation to work and general post-weekend tiredness and depression, Mondays always suck. Today was no exception. First, I need to follow up on yesterday. Got up relatively early, had old pizza for breakfast [never do that, but it was ok]. Ran off to Trader Joe's - I have no idea how Ed worked there for a year, I was ready to commit violent acts 4 minutes into my midday Sunday trip - and then headed to our parents.
Had a nice barbecue, relaxed a bit. No exercise, well a trip to CVS and a trip to TJ's but those aren't real exercise. Came back here and watched ANTM, Madmen and some VMA's. Ooh, I had a big bite of the last of the Toblerone last night too.
Today, had a bowl of those TJ fruit O's with soy milk, and some tea, for breakfast. I'm trying to drink water, pretty unsuccessful, I just kind of fill the bottle and stare at it and wonder why it's not decreasing. Then had a salad for lunch. So not what I wanted, at all. I tried to dress it up with eggs and a few croutons, still narsty. Had a yogurt for a PM snack. Work kind of sucked, I don't fully understand all aspects of my job yet and this gets more frustrating when people give me incorrect stuff to do. Like, if you want me to put together a quote, I'm not psychic, you need to put THE RIGHT PART NUMBERS IN YOUR EMAIL. I'm still learning, although I honestly have no idea how anyone ever understands all this techy stuff. I'm not stupid but it is so over my head.
Got home and had some strawberries and Splenda. I'm starving but think I need to exercise maybe? Problem is the dipshit I date can't communicate effectively and we have to revise our frigging offer and it keeps getting pushed back *but* he keeps forgetting to let me know. I bailed out of work early and went 85 to get here at 6 only to be told it's been bumped to 8. Thanks! Then he just asked why I wasn't going for a run and when I said "8?" he said, "It's 8:30". If his body is found tomorrow in a ditch, I didn't do it, I swear, but I'm not necessarily going to blame whoever did.
And I am on the fence about whether or not we're over-paying. My heart says no, because we love it, but my brain is beyond ripshit about not sticking to our guns in this craptacular market. We shall see. Most folks think Darling is tougher than I am, but with this he's just solely focused on getting the place and I feel like we could get more bang for our buck. It's pissing me off even more because now since we offered over X, we apparently have to get re-approved, etc. Another thing I just learned...did no one notice this before? I'm not a realtor, I'm educated on this stuff but by no means an expert. This is further confirming my hemming and hawing. I am just questioning why we're in a pissing match a. with the sellers and b. with sellers who are desperate and should be honored we're this interested this quickly. Whatever, everyone tells me it's an emotional process. I better fucking love this place and stay there for 30 years. Barf, I hate everyone.
Had a nice barbecue, relaxed a bit. No exercise, well a trip to CVS and a trip to TJ's but those aren't real exercise. Came back here and watched ANTM, Madmen and some VMA's. Ooh, I had a big bite of the last of the Toblerone last night too.
Today, had a bowl of those TJ fruit O's with soy milk, and some tea, for breakfast. I'm trying to drink water, pretty unsuccessful, I just kind of fill the bottle and stare at it and wonder why it's not decreasing. Then had a salad for lunch. So not what I wanted, at all. I tried to dress it up with eggs and a few croutons, still narsty. Had a yogurt for a PM snack. Work kind of sucked, I don't fully understand all aspects of my job yet and this gets more frustrating when people give me incorrect stuff to do. Like, if you want me to put together a quote, I'm not psychic, you need to put THE RIGHT PART NUMBERS IN YOUR EMAIL. I'm still learning, although I honestly have no idea how anyone ever understands all this techy stuff. I'm not stupid but it is so over my head.
Got home and had some strawberries and Splenda. I'm starving but think I need to exercise maybe? Problem is the dipshit I date can't communicate effectively and we have to revise our frigging offer and it keeps getting pushed back *but* he keeps forgetting to let me know. I bailed out of work early and went 85 to get here at 6 only to be told it's been bumped to 8. Thanks! Then he just asked why I wasn't going for a run and when I said "8?" he said, "It's 8:30". If his body is found tomorrow in a ditch, I didn't do it, I swear, but I'm not necessarily going to blame whoever did.
And I am on the fence about whether or not we're over-paying. My heart says no, because we love it, but my brain is beyond ripshit about not sticking to our guns in this craptacular market. We shall see. Most folks think Darling is tougher than I am, but with this he's just solely focused on getting the place and I feel like we could get more bang for our buck. It's pissing me off even more because now since we offered over X, we apparently have to get re-approved, etc. Another thing I just learned...did no one notice this before? I'm not a realtor, I'm educated on this stuff but by no means an expert. This is further confirming my hemming and hawing. I am just questioning why we're in a pissing match a. with the sellers and b. with sellers who are desperate and should be honored we're this interested this quickly. Whatever, everyone tells me it's an emotional process. I better fucking love this place and stay there for 30 years. Barf, I hate everyone.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Details tomorrow
For now:
3 reheated PG slices for breakfast
a bite of a frozen twix
some OJ and seltzer
no lunch
glass of red wine, some cranberry juice
half a cheeseburger, half a hot dog, both on TJ's whole wheat rolls [surprisingly yum]
some asparagus [tops only, cause I'm 5]
some cauliflower
a caramel chocolate tartlet [also yummarific and from TJs]
another bite of a frozen twix
half a bag, maybe more like 2/5ths [Darling doesn't get the share concept when it comes to food], of movie theater butter popcorn
some water
no exercise.
good night!
3 reheated PG slices for breakfast
a bite of a frozen twix
some OJ and seltzer
no lunch
glass of red wine, some cranberry juice
half a cheeseburger, half a hot dog, both on TJ's whole wheat rolls [surprisingly yum]
some asparagus [tops only, cause I'm 5]
some cauliflower
a caramel chocolate tartlet [also yummarific and from TJs]
another bite of a frozen twix
half a bag, maybe more like 2/5ths [Darling doesn't get the share concept when it comes to food], of movie theater butter popcorn
some water
no exercise.
good night!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
We are [not] two wild and crazy guys
This does not set a good precedent, two Saturday nights in a row, blogging when I should be out trippin' the lights fandango or however that whole thing goes...
Today was nice, ate my french toast [Ed made it] with 2 fried eggs and some watered down OJ/Cran hybrid. This is my water-delivery system. I hate water, my sister and dad do too. However, I recognize that it's good for me and I need it and it makes me feel better. Left to my own devices, I'd have like 3 oz a week so I force it on me by watering down all other beverages. I actually kind of prefer it now. After my FT and watery juice, I cleaned up a little bit and then did 10 miles on the bike. This hurricane is making it muggier than anything and I was sweating profusely, I think that's a good thing? I'm not used to sweating while working out. Which probably speaks to my overall health.
Carolyn and I then headed in to town right it time for the rain to start [wtf?]. We got really good parking on Boylston and then wandered around the Pru and Copley agreeing that most of it was oh-so-lame and remarking that the new and fancy Barney's is where the Sbarro's used to be while we were in highschool. Ahh, nostalgia. J Crew had no dresses, Barney's had plenty but I unfortunately forgot to rob a bank before my trip there. Seriously, the most beautiful silver [sounds weird but think refined not Jetsons] Prada dress EVER. And mine for a mere $1500. Who needs to pay rent? For 2 months? Wow. Someday, I hope.
Correction, I hope to have the means to be able to buy things like that and maybe occasionally do it but instead I'll spend most of it on my dream house, friends and family, charities and really awesome trips. Yes. In other fashion news, I am loving how Mad Men seems to be affecting the trends right now. Anyone who doesn't watch that show should immediately Netflix/onDemand Season 1. It takes a few episodes to dig it, but once you're in, you're in. I heart Joan, and Don Draper's not to shabby either. A great show all around, how I adore television.
Headed out in the rain [note to self, do not wear cute gladiator jellies in rain / addendum to note, jellies broke upon arriving back home -they were $9 at Old Navy- so future issues are averted], got to Anthropologie where I was skeptical but C acted as my personal shopper and soon I had 10 dresses. All of them sucked except the last one which was ok but a bit big. Sure enough, they had one size smaller and it was half off, so I was sold. It's not the most amazing dress ever [Prada....] but it's also 1/15th of the cost and cute and I can wear it a few times and if I spill a goblet of red-wine on it I won't be devastated. So, check off wedding dress buying, and a month early. That's some kind of record for me, I am Last-Minute Sally. Maybe I should switch, it is much more relaxing to be prepared and such, it's just the issue of motivation. I generally only act when I fear consequence; we'll see.
Got home around 7 and had a yogurt to stave off LBS. Asked Ed what he was cooking me for dinner and then instead a Wendy's ad came on and he suggested that. I was all for it, but then switched over to Papa Gino's. So we ordered delivery, a hawaiian and a cheese. PG twice in one week sure is gluttonous but it is soo hot and we seldom order take out, so whatever. Ed's getting tattooed at 11 tomorrow, so I'll wake up early and run or ride the bike before I go grocery shopping [barf, but the fridge is utterly empty]. I think I had 5 slices of pizza, that is excessive. They were small to moderate PG sizes but still. And I had 2 vodka/seltzer juice things, they were delicious if not exactly what I wanted. We stayed in and watched TV and I went through my overwhelming piles of paper [I refer to these as my correspondence, and Darling always retorts "Who are you corresponding with?" He is such a bitch.]
What else for today....did I mention the adorable baby half Siamese in the storefront on the way to Davis? I looooove it and want to smash the window and bring it home. That would be rude to Linus but seriously, so cute. The house is ehhh, in some sort of flux. I do love it, I do. But that does not mean I am letting someone rake me over the coals for it. And hi, we don't need to move. Unreasonable people need to knock it off in a buyer's market. I am the most stubborn person I know, especially when it comes to all my money in the world. I am hopeful but willing to take a chance that there is another absolutely adorable, shingled, convenient, tiny yarded, garaged and drivewayed, 3 bedroomed, butler's pantryed, window seated and chair railed, large bathroomed house that will come on the market soon enough. And if this doesn't go through, the list I just listed will be replaced with one about all the suckage that is in the place [we're not buying the Windsor Palace here], but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Some idiot at work used "We'll jump off that bridge when we come to it" the other day. I couldn't tell if he was trying to be witty or just getting it wrong becuase he is a dumb lump. That's all and I'm heading to bed now.
Today was nice, ate my french toast [Ed made it] with 2 fried eggs and some watered down OJ/Cran hybrid. This is my water-delivery system. I hate water, my sister and dad do too. However, I recognize that it's good for me and I need it and it makes me feel better. Left to my own devices, I'd have like 3 oz a week so I force it on me by watering down all other beverages. I actually kind of prefer it now. After my FT and watery juice, I cleaned up a little bit and then did 10 miles on the bike. This hurricane is making it muggier than anything and I was sweating profusely, I think that's a good thing? I'm not used to sweating while working out. Which probably speaks to my overall health.
Carolyn and I then headed in to town right it time for the rain to start [wtf?]. We got really good parking on Boylston and then wandered around the Pru and Copley agreeing that most of it was oh-so-lame and remarking that the new and fancy Barney's is where the Sbarro's used to be while we were in highschool. Ahh, nostalgia. J Crew had no dresses, Barney's had plenty but I unfortunately forgot to rob a bank before my trip there. Seriously, the most beautiful silver [sounds weird but think refined not Jetsons] Prada dress EVER. And mine for a mere $1500. Who needs to pay rent? For 2 months? Wow. Someday, I hope.
Correction, I hope to have the means to be able to buy things like that and maybe occasionally do it but instead I'll spend most of it on my dream house, friends and family, charities and really awesome trips. Yes. In other fashion news, I am loving how Mad Men seems to be affecting the trends right now. Anyone who doesn't watch that show should immediately Netflix/onDemand Season 1. It takes a few episodes to dig it, but once you're in, you're in. I heart Joan, and Don Draper's not to shabby either. A great show all around, how I adore television.
Headed out in the rain [note to self, do not wear cute gladiator jellies in rain / addendum to note, jellies broke upon arriving back home -they were $9 at Old Navy- so future issues are averted], got to Anthropologie where I was skeptical but C acted as my personal shopper and soon I had 10 dresses. All of them sucked except the last one which was ok but a bit big. Sure enough, they had one size smaller and it was half off, so I was sold. It's not the most amazing dress ever [Prada....] but it's also 1/15th of the cost and cute and I can wear it a few times and if I spill a goblet of red-wine on it I won't be devastated. So, check off wedding dress buying, and a month early. That's some kind of record for me, I am Last-Minute Sally. Maybe I should switch, it is much more relaxing to be prepared and such, it's just the issue of motivation. I generally only act when I fear consequence; we'll see.
Got home around 7 and had a yogurt to stave off LBS. Asked Ed what he was cooking me for dinner and then instead a Wendy's ad came on and he suggested that. I was all for it, but then switched over to Papa Gino's. So we ordered delivery, a hawaiian and a cheese. PG twice in one week sure is gluttonous but it is soo hot and we seldom order take out, so whatever. Ed's getting tattooed at 11 tomorrow, so I'll wake up early and run or ride the bike before I go grocery shopping [barf, but the fridge is utterly empty]. I think I had 5 slices of pizza, that is excessive. They were small to moderate PG sizes but still. And I had 2 vodka/seltzer juice things, they were delicious if not exactly what I wanted. We stayed in and watched TV and I went through my overwhelming piles of paper [I refer to these as my correspondence, and Darling always retorts "Who are you corresponding with?" He is such a bitch.]
What else for today....did I mention the adorable baby half Siamese in the storefront on the way to Davis? I looooove it and want to smash the window and bring it home. That would be rude to Linus but seriously, so cute. The house is ehhh, in some sort of flux. I do love it, I do. But that does not mean I am letting someone rake me over the coals for it. And hi, we don't need to move. Unreasonable people need to knock it off in a buyer's market. I am the most stubborn person I know, especially when it comes to all my money in the world. I am hopeful but willing to take a chance that there is another absolutely adorable, shingled, convenient, tiny yarded, garaged and drivewayed, 3 bedroomed, butler's pantryed, window seated and chair railed, large bathroomed house that will come on the market soon enough. And if this doesn't go through, the list I just listed will be replaced with one about all the suckage that is in the place [we're not buying the Windsor Palace here], but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Some idiot at work used "We'll jump off that bridge when we come to it" the other day. I couldn't tell if he was trying to be witty or just getting it wrong becuase he is a dumb lump. That's all and I'm heading to bed now.
Recap and Saturday Plans
So last night I stayed at work way to late, delaying dinner until around 8. Stupid Harvard kids meant we actually ate at like 8:30, I was starving. Went to Wagamama with Erin and Carolyn, had some chicken ramen [wild!], asparagus and gyoza. Had a slighted/alleged 8 oz pour of Chateau Ste Michelle reisling, which is one of my favorites.
We then headed over to Erin's and I had another glass of wine, a muscat with an ice cube in it [family tradition]. Upon coming home - before midnight, getting old is awesome - I had full intentions of having a Toblerone chunk but didn't. Not intentionally, I just talked myself tired, poor Ed. When all housing issues and transactions are said and done, it will be a joyous occasion. Wouldn't it be nice if stress made me not eat rather than insomniacal [?] and more verbose than usual. I guess we can't pick our demons.
Today so far I slept until 11, talked more about the house [I am not good at compromise, ever] and then walked to Davis for some WPF. Darling chose their Apple Cinnamon bread, which he calls "Gone in a Day" bread becuase when we buy a loaf that's what happens. It is soooo good, like so good. I just did dishes for 30 minutes and now am going to reward myself with some French Toast made from it. My appraoch will be to start making it myself, swear a lot and hope Ed comes in and makes it for me. This works 90% of the time, I am not a chef by any stretch.
Might go jogging later if I don't have to sign any papers or whatever. Also, we were supposed to get Monsoon Hanna, but it rained this morning and now is just cloudy and muggy as all fuck. Unpleasant, but more useful than a downpour I suppose. I may also go dress shopping, I need something for K&A's wedding in Jersey, I cannot be the out-of-state female fat friend, for real. Do those diet pills really have speed in them? What if you only take them for like 2 weeks?
We then headed over to Erin's and I had another glass of wine, a muscat with an ice cube in it [family tradition]. Upon coming home - before midnight, getting old is awesome - I had full intentions of having a Toblerone chunk but didn't. Not intentionally, I just talked myself tired, poor Ed. When all housing issues and transactions are said and done, it will be a joyous occasion. Wouldn't it be nice if stress made me not eat rather than insomniacal [?] and more verbose than usual. I guess we can't pick our demons.
Today so far I slept until 11, talked more about the house [I am not good at compromise, ever] and then walked to Davis for some WPF. Darling chose their Apple Cinnamon bread, which he calls "Gone in a Day" bread becuase when we buy a loaf that's what happens. It is soooo good, like so good. I just did dishes for 30 minutes and now am going to reward myself with some French Toast made from it. My appraoch will be to start making it myself, swear a lot and hope Ed comes in and makes it for me. This works 90% of the time, I am not a chef by any stretch.
Might go jogging later if I don't have to sign any papers or whatever. Also, we were supposed to get Monsoon Hanna, but it rained this morning and now is just cloudy and muggy as all fuck. Unpleasant, but more useful than a downpour I suppose. I may also go dress shopping, I need something for K&A's wedding in Jersey, I cannot be the out-of-state female fat friend, for real. Do those diet pills really have speed in them? What if you only take them for like 2 weeks?
Friday, September 5, 2008
I should be submitting a request for Non-Standard Pricing right now
But what's fun in that when I can blog to my heart's content?
Today followed suit with the past few, I'm blaming September [my brain and body still think I'm a student]: went to bed at 2 after not being able to sleep, slept through my alarm for 6:45, got up around 8. This is no good for any of my current priorities - getting to work on time, exercising pre-work [ha] or making myself and healthy and filling breakfast at home [ha ha]. Alas.
Per usual when I oversleep, I made my way to my corner DD. I love this Dunkins with all my heart, the staff is awesome, they never screw up and it's like 2 seconds from my apartment and at a bus stop! Today rather than the HEC, I went for my other favorite, an Everything bagel with butter AND cream cheese. This brings up another 2 reasons why I love my DD in particular, when I say butter and cream cheese a. they're used to it, and thus they've stopped looking at me strangely and b. they give me not 2 not 3 but FOUR butters. Anyone who knows me knows that butter is on my top 5 Favorite Things Ever list.
Now I will digress to a bit of a personal struggle. I really do want to be slimmer, I want to be able to run faster and longer, I want to be healthier. One would think either cutting out the CC or the butter would be a simple way to move towards all of these goals. Yet, I never do it; I need both. I think it might be genetic, a few years ago my sister actual made a paste of the combo and spread it on everything. She's awesome. Another side story, a month or so ago, I was at a separate DD and ordered my regular and got the cross-eyed look from the staff. I was feeling frumpy and gluttonous while waiting for my order until I heard my apparent soul mate behind me order a bagel with not just butter and cream cheese, but jelly too! Looks like I've found my hero.
Anyhow, I had the bagel [so worth it on a Friday after the longest 4 day work week ever] and a giant tea and have been working away since then. I have a Lean Cuisine [mehh] for lunch and an apple and ygurt as possible snacks. These are pre-emptive strikes on my part. Have I mentioned my Cambridge office [where I go 2-3 days a week] has a readily available vending machine with Reeses, Twix, Chex Mix, Fritos and Cheetos? And I've recently re-discovered that I LOVE Cheetos. I look like an Oompa-loompa in color and body shape by the time I finish but I'm so so happy.
In other news, having a girls dinner tonight with Erin and Carolyn [in from the N-Y-C], should be fun. We offered on our house last night, waiting to hear back. I am nervous and excited and scared and entirely out of my element. Glad I don't buy houses on a regular basis. Although, I have been watching House Hunters International a lot lately and have decided I kind of want an island home with a wooden [yes, wooden] tub now.
Today followed suit with the past few, I'm blaming September [my brain and body still think I'm a student]: went to bed at 2 after not being able to sleep, slept through my alarm for 6:45, got up around 8. This is no good for any of my current priorities - getting to work on time, exercising pre-work [ha] or making myself and healthy and filling breakfast at home [ha ha]. Alas.
Per usual when I oversleep, I made my way to my corner DD. I love this Dunkins with all my heart, the staff is awesome, they never screw up and it's like 2 seconds from my apartment and at a bus stop! Today rather than the HEC, I went for my other favorite, an Everything bagel with butter AND cream cheese. This brings up another 2 reasons why I love my DD in particular, when I say butter and cream cheese a. they're used to it, and thus they've stopped looking at me strangely and b. they give me not 2 not 3 but FOUR butters. Anyone who knows me knows that butter is on my top 5 Favorite Things Ever list.
Now I will digress to a bit of a personal struggle. I really do want to be slimmer, I want to be able to run faster and longer, I want to be healthier. One would think either cutting out the CC or the butter would be a simple way to move towards all of these goals. Yet, I never do it; I need both. I think it might be genetic, a few years ago my sister actual made a paste of the combo and spread it on everything. She's awesome. Another side story, a month or so ago, I was at a separate DD and ordered my regular and got the cross-eyed look from the staff. I was feeling frumpy and gluttonous while waiting for my order until I heard my apparent soul mate behind me order a bagel with not just butter and cream cheese, but jelly too! Looks like I've found my hero.
Anyhow, I had the bagel [so worth it on a Friday after the longest 4 day work week ever] and a giant tea and have been working away since then. I have a Lean Cuisine [mehh] for lunch and an apple and ygurt as possible snacks. These are pre-emptive strikes on my part. Have I mentioned my Cambridge office [where I go 2-3 days a week] has a readily available vending machine with Reeses, Twix, Chex Mix, Fritos and Cheetos? And I've recently re-discovered that I LOVE Cheetos. I look like an Oompa-loompa in color and body shape by the time I finish but I'm so so happy.
In other news, having a girls dinner tonight with Erin and Carolyn [in from the N-Y-C], should be fun. We offered on our house last night, waiting to hear back. I am nervous and excited and scared and entirely out of my element. Glad I don't buy houses on a regular basis. Although, I have been watching House Hunters International a lot lately and have decided I kind of want an island home with a wooden [yes, wooden] tub now.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Hot & Tired
That is my caption right now. Erin and I went walking, briefly, we both felt like ass [Mia too]. I had a cheese stick pre-walk and then some chicken and rice when I got home, thanks to my wonderful live-in chef. I just had a Toblerone triangle and cup of tea to end my day. Off to bed, if I know myself, last night's staying up too late will bite me in the butt come alarm time tomorrow.
Confirmed: Glad I'm not an insomniac
I love sleeping, I never have trouble sleeping, I sleep through movies and important events. Ed calls me Narco-Lindsey. However, last night I could not for the life of me sleep! It was bad, I was up until 4, and then woke up at 7:30. I was being neurotic about our housing situation and it's one of those things where I'm like elementary-school terrified of making any little mistake and having it all go to shit. Hopefully it will not, either way not sleeping is not helping matters.
So, today I had an early AM conference call and took that from home. I had all intentions to go into Cambridge but never made it. And I didn't eat until like 12:30, this is a bad habit. We have no clean dishes, very little food, it's hot, blah bla blahhh. So yeah, around 12:45, I had 2 eggs on some WPF Peasant Wheat with american cheese and some canadian bacon. It was awesome. Some watered down cranberry juice and some tea too. That's it so far, although I'm starting to get a pounding headache and Erin expects me to run later, so I should probably have a yogurt. I'll go do that now.
Finalizing our offer at 6, I feel sick!!!
So, today I had an early AM conference call and took that from home. I had all intentions to go into Cambridge but never made it. And I didn't eat until like 12:30, this is a bad habit. We have no clean dishes, very little food, it's hot, blah bla blahhh. So yeah, around 12:45, I had 2 eggs on some WPF Peasant Wheat with american cheese and some canadian bacon. It was awesome. Some watered down cranberry juice and some tea too. That's it so far, although I'm starting to get a pounding headache and Erin expects me to run later, so I should probably have a yogurt. I'll go do that now.
Finalizing our offer at 6, I feel sick!!!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Hump Day
Naming these blogs is going to become an issue, I can sense it. Perhaps I will work out some pattern or something equally clever. I'll think on it.
So today flew by, I think on work days I'm just going to work really hard on remembering and just do one post. I cannot fuck off at work to a tremendous degree anymore and the blog will have to be a casualty of that.
Today began poorly as I slept through my alarm, as in had no recollection of the buzzer even going off period. That is bad. Thankfully Ed has some sort of internal something and whacked me 40 minutes after I planned to wake up. And it was trash day....oh how I loathe thee. So, no time for food at home. I was starving and feeling kind of gross from my daiquiri experience last night [note to self: ONE IS THE LIMIT; would I down 2 Slush Puppies in an hour, or even a month? Hells to the no.] so I stopped at one of the 16 DDs in [what will hopefully be my future town of] Medford. HEC on an onion bagel and a tea, consumed entirely while driving. They should hire me to write the frigging diet books, let me tell you.
Nothing else until lunch, I had a roast beef wheat wrap with lettuce, tomatoes and mayo, with a pickle. I like how I think the fact that the wrap is wheat negates the mayonnaise and profuse amount of chips that I include on the side. One mini-goal should be vetoing the offering of these free-with-sandwich chips at my work cafeteria. I see other people in line do it all the time, and I admire them from afar but have no idea HOW they do it. Chips are scrumptious at lunch, or any other time. Per usual, I added to this a diet Snapple Iced Tea, another thing I should move away from. They're like $2 and all these weird sweeteners kind of geek me out. Only kind of.
Moving on to other beverages with artificial sweetness, I had some Grape G2 and another hot tea for the afternoon. I love anything grape flavored. If it's slightly watered down tasting, I love it more. Not sure what's going on there, but grape Kool-Aid with melty ice cubes is what a David Duchovny look-alike will serve me in heaven, with donuts. Speaking of him, what is up? Total stunt for Showtime, I'm guessing; or maybe he's a mess. Let's hope he gets better, I'm in love with the French Bulldog and the architecture of the houses on "Californication" and it needs to continue. Note that I did not have my afternoon yogurt because I swear some motherfucker steals them. I am going to dedicate a future blog to certain irritating work types: food-stealers and non-flushers. Those of you who work in corporate America should be familiar with both. Gross.
Now for my proud moment of the day, after re-viewing our potential future abode [with my parents - fancy!], Erin and I went running! Like kind of real running, with longer stretches of not stopping. The 5k might be a real possibility. Well, I'll finish it either way but I had plans to kind of chillax my way through it and so I asked Erin tonight if we could stop while running it and she replied "Hell No". She means business. Last time she did one her time was 30 minutes so I'm told [by her] that we need to beat that. She said it like it was outrageous but 3+ miles in a half hour is sounding pretty impressive to me.
We'll see, if I have to crawl across the end I will. But I'm liking the no-stopping incentive as a Physical Challenge AND she told me if you eat pasta pre-run it really does seem to help. How did I forget the carb bonus of running until now? My dad's gone to thousands of pasta parties, we host one each year before Boston. The Good Food part of my brain and the Exercise Is Scary part of my brain are clearly as far apart as possible. This is good news, a perk to exercising, rare in my world. Although I do feel pretty good right now. I came home and even did my arm exercises and then took a nice hot shower. Hopefully I'm not too sore tomorrow because the stars have aligned and we're going running again after work.
I just ate dinner, since the night got away from me. I had one of my Ed's-already-eaten specials: about a 1/2 cup of Japanese rice with soy sauce on it and a mug of frozen peas microwaved with Earth Balance and salt. Eat that, Julia Child. In addition to the diet book, my cook book will be coming out shortly. I'm off to write my offer with a Toblerone slice and cup of tea. Exciting!!
So today flew by, I think on work days I'm just going to work really hard on remembering and just do one post. I cannot fuck off at work to a tremendous degree anymore and the blog will have to be a casualty of that.
Today began poorly as I slept through my alarm, as in had no recollection of the buzzer even going off period. That is bad. Thankfully Ed has some sort of internal something and whacked me 40 minutes after I planned to wake up. And it was trash day....oh how I loathe thee. So, no time for food at home. I was starving and feeling kind of gross from my daiquiri experience last night [note to self: ONE IS THE LIMIT; would I down 2 Slush Puppies in an hour, or even a month? Hells to the no.] so I stopped at one of the 16 DDs in [what will hopefully be my future town of] Medford. HEC on an onion bagel and a tea, consumed entirely while driving. They should hire me to write the frigging diet books, let me tell you.
Nothing else until lunch, I had a roast beef wheat wrap with lettuce, tomatoes and mayo, with a pickle. I like how I think the fact that the wrap is wheat negates the mayonnaise and profuse amount of chips that I include on the side. One mini-goal should be vetoing the offering of these free-with-sandwich chips at my work cafeteria. I see other people in line do it all the time, and I admire them from afar but have no idea HOW they do it. Chips are scrumptious at lunch, or any other time. Per usual, I added to this a diet Snapple Iced Tea, another thing I should move away from. They're like $2 and all these weird sweeteners kind of geek me out. Only kind of.
Moving on to other beverages with artificial sweetness, I had some Grape G2 and another hot tea for the afternoon. I love anything grape flavored. If it's slightly watered down tasting, I love it more. Not sure what's going on there, but grape Kool-Aid with melty ice cubes is what a David Duchovny look-alike will serve me in heaven, with donuts. Speaking of him, what is up? Total stunt for Showtime, I'm guessing; or maybe he's a mess. Let's hope he gets better, I'm in love with the French Bulldog and the architecture of the houses on "Californication" and it needs to continue. Note that I did not have my afternoon yogurt because I swear some motherfucker steals them. I am going to dedicate a future blog to certain irritating work types: food-stealers and non-flushers. Those of you who work in corporate America should be familiar with both. Gross.
Now for my proud moment of the day, after re-viewing our potential future abode [with my parents - fancy!], Erin and I went running! Like kind of real running, with longer stretches of not stopping. The 5k might be a real possibility. Well, I'll finish it either way but I had plans to kind of chillax my way through it and so I asked Erin tonight if we could stop while running it and she replied "Hell No". She means business. Last time she did one her time was 30 minutes so I'm told [by her] that we need to beat that. She said it like it was outrageous but 3+ miles in a half hour is sounding pretty impressive to me.
We'll see, if I have to crawl across the end I will. But I'm liking the no-stopping incentive as a Physical Challenge AND she told me if you eat pasta pre-run it really does seem to help. How did I forget the carb bonus of running until now? My dad's gone to thousands of pasta parties, we host one each year before Boston. The Good Food part of my brain and the Exercise Is Scary part of my brain are clearly as far apart as possible. This is good news, a perk to exercising, rare in my world. Although I do feel pretty good right now. I came home and even did my arm exercises and then took a nice hot shower. Hopefully I'm not too sore tomorrow because the stars have aligned and we're going running again after work.
I just ate dinner, since the night got away from me. I had one of my Ed's-already-eaten specials: about a 1/2 cup of Japanese rice with soy sauce on it and a mug of frozen peas microwaved with Earth Balance and salt. Eat that, Julia Child. In addition to the diet book, my cook book will be coming out shortly. I'm off to write my offer with a Toblerone slice and cup of tea. Exciting!!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Best drink ever
Strawberry frozen daiquiri from the RF roofdeck bar. Dad's manly beer is in the background. In addition to two of these [second one was a poor choice...sooo much sugar!], I had a beer, a pretzel, some peanuts and fries and finally got my hands on the obscenity that is a Monster Dog, which I found out is basically the best Fenway Frank ever in proportions one can only dream of. Sox won 14-2 [13-1 when I left, sucky fan, I know]. So good, so good, so good!
September 2
When do you stop rushing around? I'm going on 5 years here of just constantly go go going. I always think to myself "After this week" or "Once summer is over", but the more I talk to grown-ups the more I'm thinking it's just part of the gig. Alas, today was no different. Crazy rushing around all day and not much to show for it
I skipped breakfast, which I NEVER do, but I was wfh this morning and decided to squeak in a half hour on the bike (8+ miles woo-hoo!) and my arm regimen, to be healthy. This caused panic and haste afterwards, so I snuck a yogurt in the car on the way to Westford at like 11:30 (I'd been up since 7:30). Anything to stave off the DD on the way.
Upon arriving at the office, I logged in, shot off a couple emails and then Work-Lindsay and I went to Papa Gino's. Can we discuss the affection I have for this place? The one in craptacular Westford gets bonus points for having the nicest frigging food-staff I've encountered in a while. 2 slices and a Diet Pepsi later and I was in heaven. To be 100% honest, I had a bunch of Lindsay's fries too.
Back to the office for more crap but there is a blessed light at the end of the tunnel. Daddy's got Sox tickets for tonight! The stars aligned and I rearranged things and decided I'd go. So I am on my way there now. I'm telling you, a day can suck to the utmost degree and finishing it off with a beer and a hotdog (and my dad, of course) makes it all better. More later.
I skipped breakfast, which I NEVER do, but I was wfh this morning and decided to squeak in a half hour on the bike (8+ miles woo-hoo!) and my arm regimen, to be healthy. This caused panic and haste afterwards, so I snuck a yogurt in the car on the way to Westford at like 11:30 (I'd been up since 7:30). Anything to stave off the DD on the way.
Upon arriving at the office, I logged in, shot off a couple emails and then Work-Lindsay and I went to Papa Gino's. Can we discuss the affection I have for this place? The one in craptacular Westford gets bonus points for having the nicest frigging food-staff I've encountered in a while. 2 slices and a Diet Pepsi later and I was in heaven. To be 100% honest, I had a bunch of Lindsay's fries too.
Back to the office for more crap but there is a blessed light at the end of the tunnel. Daddy's got Sox tickets for tonight! The stars aligned and I rearranged things and decided I'd go. So I am on my way there now. I'm telling you, a day can suck to the utmost degree and finishing it off with a beer and a hotdog (and my dad, of course) makes it all better. More later.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Work is a mere 9+ hours away
Barf. Quick recap before bed:
Up and down the stairs several times moving some stuff we had stored over the summer. No bike...and no excuses!...yeah. Darling and I went to the parents, had steak+mustard, a potato puff thing, asparagus and some corn from my dad's new grill. He tried to get me to eat home grown eggplant. Gross, and I refused [Ed ate it]. We did get to take home a goodie bag of fresh tomatoes and an eggplant. Free groceries = awesome. I totally stole 3 rolls of toilet paper too. Doing laundry and stealing paper goods at the parents. Yep, I'm 29.
I had some cran and seltzer and, of course, because my dad was in a 10 foot radius, a giant glass of red wine. We split up the little banana pecan choco bread pudding torte [?] from WPF and I restrained myself to just one small piece. One pattern I've already noticed from my bloooggging is that most of my restraining involves WPF. I hope this doesn't mean I'll need to move far far away from Davis to ever truly be food-happy. I can eat bread up the wazoo if I'm running 30 miles a week, right?? If not, someone tell me now so I can change my life plan.
My parents are doing well, as is my sister. Some asshole charged some stuff on my dad's credit card and he is having a really good time trying to get those off his bill. I hate people sometimes....there is such scum among the decent and regular folks. Linus is continuing to amuse my parents in the wake of their pet tragedy. He chose to get skunked the DAY after my poor parents had to put our beloved dog Amos to sleep after 15+ wonderful years. It's been a couple weeks and the mother-fucker still stinks. He's also since gotten in another fight with the white trash cats across the way and has a new pirate scar on his nose. Between this and the daily treatment of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda paste that my dad zaps him with, he's looking pretty punk rock lately. It's kind of awesome. I wish they had pet taxis and we could have him here during the day [take that mice] and then shuttle him back to my folks for certain nights and weekend when I want to sleep.
Speaking of sleep, it's 11:30 and I feel a thousand years old. Wrap it up! Got home, put away laundry FOREVER. Starving again now so I just had a yogurt. It was good.
Up and down the stairs several times moving some stuff we had stored over the summer. No bike...and no excuses!...yeah. Darling and I went to the parents, had steak+mustard, a potato puff thing, asparagus and some corn from my dad's new grill. He tried to get me to eat home grown eggplant. Gross, and I refused [Ed ate it]. We did get to take home a goodie bag of fresh tomatoes and an eggplant. Free groceries = awesome. I totally stole 3 rolls of toilet paper too. Doing laundry and stealing paper goods at the parents. Yep, I'm 29.
I had some cran and seltzer and, of course, because my dad was in a 10 foot radius, a giant glass of red wine. We split up the little banana pecan choco bread pudding torte [?] from WPF and I restrained myself to just one small piece. One pattern I've already noticed from my bloooggging is that most of my restraining involves WPF. I hope this doesn't mean I'll need to move far far away from Davis to ever truly be food-happy. I can eat bread up the wazoo if I'm running 30 miles a week, right?? If not, someone tell me now so I can change my life plan.
My parents are doing well, as is my sister. Some asshole charged some stuff on my dad's credit card and he is having a really good time trying to get those off his bill. I hate people sometimes....there is such scum among the decent and regular folks. Linus is continuing to amuse my parents in the wake of their pet tragedy. He chose to get skunked the DAY after my poor parents had to put our beloved dog Amos to sleep after 15+ wonderful years. It's been a couple weeks and the mother-fucker still stinks. He's also since gotten in another fight with the white trash cats across the way and has a new pirate scar on his nose. Between this and the daily treatment of hydrogen peroxide and baking soda paste that my dad zaps him with, he's looking pretty punk rock lately. It's kind of awesome. I wish they had pet taxis and we could have him here during the day [take that mice] and then shuttle him back to my folks for certain nights and weekend when I want to sleep.
Speaking of sleep, it's 11:30 and I feel a thousand years old. Wrap it up! Got home, put away laundry FOREVER. Starving again now so I just had a yogurt. It was good.
Bienvenue September!
It's Monday, but a better Monday than most because I'm not at work. Today's been very mellow, got some peasant white from When Pigs Fly and some marscapone from the dairy joint next door. Whipped that together with some tomato and made a cup of tea and it was a delicious breakfast. Then I had a banana and some seltzer with cranberry juice mixed in.
Last night I did go for the microwave popcorn, that LOL Homestyle with the salt and right amount of real butter [so they say] is just divine late night. How do people do those diets where they don't eat after like 7? I could never. Speaking of never, still no exercise today. I even drove to WPF, such a lazy shit. It's a holiday, maybe I'll get inspired later tonight.
For the rest of the day, cook-out at my parents, I got a little bread pudding from WPF for a mini-dessert [my parents are healthier than I could ever hope to be]. I'll have a yogurt beforehand so as not to starve until dinner. I can't decide if my talent for not eating lunch on weekends is a good thing or bad, but it seems to be a pattern I'm stuck in. We ate breakfast at like 11:30, that's got to count as a brunch of some kind...
Last night I did go for the microwave popcorn, that LOL Homestyle with the salt and right amount of real butter [so they say] is just divine late night. How do people do those diets where they don't eat after like 7? I could never. Speaking of never, still no exercise today. I even drove to WPF, such a lazy shit. It's a holiday, maybe I'll get inspired later tonight.
For the rest of the day, cook-out at my parents, I got a little bread pudding from WPF for a mini-dessert [my parents are healthier than I could ever hope to be]. I'll have a yogurt beforehand so as not to starve until dinner. I can't decide if my talent for not eating lunch on weekends is a good thing or bad, but it seems to be a pattern I'm stuck in. We ate breakfast at like 11:30, that's got to count as a brunch of some kind...
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