For real, this week has been bleeccchhhh. Way too busy with work stuff and post-work commitments. Last week too. On the positive, I am so much more productive when stressed and time-crunched, but the production is for work or stuff for other people. Translate to, my house is still a mess and tomorrow is going to be frantic up until 3:58. I need to figure out how to channel my energy to the parts of my life that matter.
happy or good list-
1. Chesterfield sofas, come on.....
2. Chanel purses
3. Tea
4. McDonald's sundaes. [what's up, profile pic!]. Maybe McDonald's in general, minus the whole giant corporation, fake food, people are fat aspect
5. Macerated strawberries, I'm making you tonight
I'm thinking I may need to move this list to Thursday and make Friday a lessons learned from the week post. This week I learned:
1. I will use any excuse in the world to "not find time to exercise". Even with a SEVEN.FIVE miles RACE coming up in THREE WEEKS. I haven't run in 2! FML.
2. I am a crazy person when it comes to my job. Fickle and emotional and all over the place. I am completely the opposite of this in every other part of my life. And I should clarify, I'm not fickle or emotional or nutso when doing actual work, just when thinking about where I'm at, where I'm going, what I want. This better go away by 35.
3. Parties make me nervous. I knew this.
4. Ed and I can fight while cleaning without breaking things, progress - yay!
5. I love spending money. LOVE. I knew this too, but it needs to be typed because it can turn into a Bad Scene.
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Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Time to change the blog-blurb
Because I am no longer "trying" not to be a fat 30 year old. I am in fact 30, and I am still a little too thick around the middle for my liking. I've been lazy. What else is new? Being lazy is a theme of my life I keep trying to deny, but I L-O-V-E doing nothing!
Adding fuel to the fire, work is slow due to our lovely economy. With that, it's also an odd mix of stressy and paranoid. I still have stuff to do [a good thing!] but minus the normal screw ups, I have a lot of down-time. One would think this would increase the amount of blogging, but not the case. Lack of inspiration or motivation or activity or whatever is like quicksand, it sucks you in! I always thought I was lying [or "exaggerating" as we say in sales] when asked in an interview what my weaknesses were and I always replied "I need to have more to do rather than less". Apparently this prophesy has self-fulfilled.
With the amount of time I have on my hands these days I should have a clean house, 3 handmade dresses, a couple domestic projects started, my magazine clippings organized and archived, a spreadsheet of my life color-coded for reference, my eyeshadows organized by shade, and some needlepoint started. Instead I have half-ass attempts at getting it together. The piles of post-its are worse than ever! So I need to really get it together, for real.
One plus to being 30 is that I've noticed when I try and talk myself out of exercising, a part of my brain creeps in with "You're not getting any younger". Not in a mean way [I am president of my own fan club, always], but in a factual way. Seriously, I'm 30. This is so far applying to eyecream and exercising, and eating healthy - sort of. Just this July, AKA Newly Inspired July [even if I have to fake it], I have been pretty good - running yesterday and riding the bike today. Granted I had both days off, but the hope is that I get into a good groove through Sunday and then it carries over to the work week and FOREVER! Life changes are good it they are positive.
I will try and use this to hold me accountable, fingers crossed. Let's see, since forever ago what's changed. Not a whole lot, same house, same job [yay!], Ed and I still love eachother, no pets. New TV, my sister is a blessed human and decided to buy is a 40 inch flat screen for fun. Love her. Still go to trivia, family is still well and good. Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died last week. I'm only throwing that out there because I'm watching MTV on my giant television and there is a constant scroll of MJ news. We had an awesome vacation to Seattle/SF and while it's kind of sad to have nothing to look forward to, it's sooo nice to have that out of the way. I have something to talk about when people ask and nothing to pack or save money for for the balance of the summer. Work Lindsay and I are planning a Thelma & Louise trip to the West, but that is contingent upon us keeping our employment.
So it's July 2, let's recap so far and I need to promise to keep up on things better.
Wed 7/1
No work [mandatory PTO], got a new TV. Ran 2.2 miles in the mist [have I mentioned it does nothing but rain these days?]. Breakfast was scrambled eggs w/ cheese and 2 slices of toast, tea, some seltzery concoction. Spent the day shopping, treated myself to McDonalds post-Wal-Mart [does it get more American than that?]...it was so good. It was a day off, I like to have fully wonderful days off. Bad shopping and fast food were necessary to deal with the craptacular that Mother Nature was putting on outside. Ed came home and we ordered Pizza and had that with beer. I've taken to mixing my UFO with seltzer and lemonade and it is divine. So I had half a Pinky's basil and tomato and a small bowl of caesar salad and a beer. Not awful. I don't think I had desert, we have nothing in the house desert-worthy but I am so spacey lately that I can't remember.
Thu 7/2
Ondemand on my cable is busted. Comcast really sucks, I hope FIOS gets here quickly and is a big imporvement. Biked for 45 min while watching the end of The Money Pit, about 10 miles. I had a HEC on TJs whole grain toast and some tea and juice. I also had most of an apple [I used part of it to set new fruit fly traps, we have an issue this week due to an overripe pineapple and Darling's inability to use the trash can for disposal of food items]. I just had a slice of pizza for a late lunch. I need to eat more frequently I think, I got from full to starving and then full-full again and it's annoying. Add it to the list. Speaking of which, here are some current life goals:
Keep a better blog.
Eat fewer sweets, cut down from half the breadbasket to a piece.
Run or something every day.
Get up to a half marathon before it snows.
Get my budget and calendar in order.
I have a goddamn iPhone 3Gs [new, and I LOVE it], they must have an app for this.
Do dog research, not for now...but maybe like 2012. I like a long runway.
We're back to thinking bull terriers. They are badass.
Get rid of fruitflies in our house. This is nasty.
Maybe I should add "watch better TV" to my list. I just discovered Maria Full of Grace is on IFC. It has SUB-TITLES! I have never watched anything in my life with sub-titles. I think I've heard this is good, and I know it has something to do with drugs and teenagers, 2 themes I enjoy, so I'm going to stick it out. Very hard to type and read the television simultaneously so that's all for now. Gaudet, out!
Adding fuel to the fire, work is slow due to our lovely economy. With that, it's also an odd mix of stressy and paranoid. I still have stuff to do [a good thing!] but minus the normal screw ups, I have a lot of down-time. One would think this would increase the amount of blogging, but not the case. Lack of inspiration or motivation or activity or whatever is like quicksand, it sucks you in! I always thought I was lying [or "exaggerating" as we say in sales] when asked in an interview what my weaknesses were and I always replied "I need to have more to do rather than less". Apparently this prophesy has self-fulfilled.
With the amount of time I have on my hands these days I should have a clean house, 3 handmade dresses, a couple domestic projects started, my magazine clippings organized and archived, a spreadsheet of my life color-coded for reference, my eyeshadows organized by shade, and some needlepoint started. Instead I have half-ass attempts at getting it together. The piles of post-its are worse than ever! So I need to really get it together, for real.
One plus to being 30 is that I've noticed when I try and talk myself out of exercising, a part of my brain creeps in with "You're not getting any younger". Not in a mean way [I am president of my own fan club, always], but in a factual way. Seriously, I'm 30. This is so far applying to eyecream and exercising, and eating healthy - sort of. Just this July, AKA Newly Inspired July [even if I have to fake it], I have been pretty good - running yesterday and riding the bike today. Granted I had both days off, but the hope is that I get into a good groove through Sunday and then it carries over to the work week and FOREVER! Life changes are good it they are positive.
I will try and use this to hold me accountable, fingers crossed. Let's see, since forever ago what's changed. Not a whole lot, same house, same job [yay!], Ed and I still love eachother, no pets. New TV, my sister is a blessed human and decided to buy is a 40 inch flat screen for fun. Love her. Still go to trivia, family is still well and good. Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died last week. I'm only throwing that out there because I'm watching MTV on my giant television and there is a constant scroll of MJ news. We had an awesome vacation to Seattle/SF and while it's kind of sad to have nothing to look forward to, it's sooo nice to have that out of the way. I have something to talk about when people ask and nothing to pack or save money for for the balance of the summer. Work Lindsay and I are planning a Thelma & Louise trip to the West, but that is contingent upon us keeping our employment.
So it's July 2, let's recap so far and I need to promise to keep up on things better.
Wed 7/1
No work [mandatory PTO], got a new TV. Ran 2.2 miles in the mist [have I mentioned it does nothing but rain these days?]. Breakfast was scrambled eggs w/ cheese and 2 slices of toast, tea, some seltzery concoction. Spent the day shopping, treated myself to McDonalds post-Wal-Mart [does it get more American than that?]...it was so good. It was a day off, I like to have fully wonderful days off. Bad shopping and fast food were necessary to deal with the craptacular that Mother Nature was putting on outside. Ed came home and we ordered Pizza and had that with beer. I've taken to mixing my UFO with seltzer and lemonade and it is divine. So I had half a Pinky's basil and tomato and a small bowl of caesar salad and a beer. Not awful. I don't think I had desert, we have nothing in the house desert-worthy but I am so spacey lately that I can't remember.
Thu 7/2
Ondemand on my cable is busted. Comcast really sucks, I hope FIOS gets here quickly and is a big imporvement. Biked for 45 min while watching the end of The Money Pit, about 10 miles. I had a HEC on TJs whole grain toast and some tea and juice. I also had most of an apple [I used part of it to set new fruit fly traps, we have an issue this week due to an overripe pineapple and Darling's inability to use the trash can for disposal of food items]. I just had a slice of pizza for a late lunch. I need to eat more frequently I think, I got from full to starving and then full-full again and it's annoying. Add it to the list. Speaking of which, here are some current life goals:
Keep a better blog.
Eat fewer sweets, cut down from half the breadbasket to a piece.
Run or something every day.
Get up to a half marathon before it snows.
Get my budget and calendar in order.
I have a goddamn iPhone 3Gs [new, and I LOVE it], they must have an app for this.
Do dog research, not for now...but maybe like 2012. I like a long runway.
We're back to thinking bull terriers. They are badass.
Get rid of fruitflies in our house. This is nasty.
Maybe I should add "watch better TV" to my list. I just discovered Maria Full of Grace is on IFC. It has SUB-TITLES! I have never watched anything in my life with sub-titles. I think I've heard this is good, and I know it has something to do with drugs and teenagers, 2 themes I enjoy, so I'm going to stick it out. Very hard to type and read the television simultaneously so that's all for now. Gaudet, out!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
16th of March
Already....good god, where does it go? I get nothing accomplished. Does this go away or is this being old? Have I already asked this before? No wonder kids are so blissfully free and happy. Whatever, yikes is the sentiment of the day. Still staring at that pile of post-its from last week. Yeah.
So, Friday went to Beth and Laura's, had a wonderful spread of bread, cheese, hummus, veggies and red pepper dip. I was the DD [Ed and Laura get together and I have to drive? Shocking] so I only had a small glass of red, and then a glass of white. On our way home I naughtied it up with a #1 from Wendy's [split the fries and DC with Princess, he ordered his own Baconator]. Horrible for me, FF twice in 1 week and my knees hurt cause I'm too fat to run properly, but it was really, really good. Nothing beats fast food from a drive-through at 1:30 am.
Saturday morning, woke up late, Ed made me a pair of HECs on a bagel, had some juice. Hit the North Shore mall en route to sausage fest and grabbed a Starfucks Vanilla Roobois - not good, too herbal and floral, basically a tea bag with steamed milk which means they charge like $4 instead of $1.80. I'll stick with what I know going forward. Abstained from sausage and booze and otherness while at the party. Came home and had some chilli with lemon and jack cheese and sour cream. Ed had made it that morning, it was delicious. And I am very lucky to have a dude who cooks for me, and more than 1ce a day! I know this. Had some cookies and tea and a resses easter egg, no booze all day. Good, but what I miss in alcohol I am making up for in sugar. Damn me. I then had a Werther's in bed, and didn't brush after! I'm rotten and my teeth soon will be too.
Sunday was lazy per usual, woke up at 11:15 and felt my day was ruined already. DST is still screwing with me, and I am wrestling with the do I sell out and start waking up early on weekends or do I continue to sleep late on any day that I can? I have a wonderful life that this is my struggle. So, got up late, Ed made me HEC on a bagel, had some juice, watched TV. Went for a run with Princess a bit before 3. Walked to the track, did a couple laps, ran a mile straight, did a couple more laps, walked home. Had some more lemonade post run, went to my parents [stopped at TJs to buy more of those maple cookies for dessert - Ed forbid me from bringing them into our house but my parents' is a different story] and was starving when I got there. Shoved in a TJ Truffle brownie pre-dinner, had my Bob Gaudet glass of red wine. Ate our dinner with cranberry and seltzer - corn beef and cabbage, with potatoes in honor of St Patty's Day. For dessert, had a couple more brownies [they're small], a maple cookie and some mint tea. Drove home after my Sunday ritual, go to CVS and get gas [WILD!! Where is my cool life?] and had 2 WF b&w oreos with a cup of tea for my late evening treat [bad habit].
Today is Monday, I slacked all weekend. Went to Westford, had my bagel, some tea. Went to The Grill for a salad and cup of chowder with a DC. Had my banana, more tea. Got home and went to Home Depot [first time in a long time, nice], and then came back to some tritip and potatoes from the slow cooker. Followed this up with more b&w cookies, tea and half a reeses egg. I'm now catching up on Netflix...after we got cable I was at a standstill and just realized I've had my Netflix for like 3 weeks. Is that rude? Is there an etiquette? Anyhow, watching Nip Tuck, this could be the solution to my diet issues, the surgeries are just gross, I have to turn away.
Ok, off to bed after this, it's almost the Witching Hour. I failed at working out today so I HAVE to work out tomorrow. I was sore today, not sore enough to be a valid excuse but...anyway, tomorrow I HAVE TO WORK OUT...ugggghhhhhhhhhh.
So, Friday went to Beth and Laura's, had a wonderful spread of bread, cheese, hummus, veggies and red pepper dip. I was the DD [Ed and Laura get together and I have to drive? Shocking] so I only had a small glass of red, and then a glass of white. On our way home I naughtied it up with a #1 from Wendy's [split the fries and DC with Princess, he ordered his own Baconator]. Horrible for me, FF twice in 1 week and my knees hurt cause I'm too fat to run properly, but it was really, really good. Nothing beats fast food from a drive-through at 1:30 am.
Saturday morning, woke up late, Ed made me a pair of HECs on a bagel, had some juice. Hit the North Shore mall en route to sausage fest and grabbed a Starfucks Vanilla Roobois - not good, too herbal and floral, basically a tea bag with steamed milk which means they charge like $4 instead of $1.80. I'll stick with what I know going forward. Abstained from sausage and booze and otherness while at the party. Came home and had some chilli with lemon and jack cheese and sour cream. Ed had made it that morning, it was delicious. And I am very lucky to have a dude who cooks for me, and more than 1ce a day! I know this. Had some cookies and tea and a resses easter egg, no booze all day. Good, but what I miss in alcohol I am making up for in sugar. Damn me. I then had a Werther's in bed, and didn't brush after! I'm rotten and my teeth soon will be too.
Sunday was lazy per usual, woke up at 11:15 and felt my day was ruined already. DST is still screwing with me, and I am wrestling with the do I sell out and start waking up early on weekends or do I continue to sleep late on any day that I can? I have a wonderful life that this is my struggle. So, got up late, Ed made me HEC on a bagel, had some juice, watched TV. Went for a run with Princess a bit before 3. Walked to the track, did a couple laps, ran a mile straight, did a couple more laps, walked home. Had some more lemonade post run, went to my parents [stopped at TJs to buy more of those maple cookies for dessert - Ed forbid me from bringing them into our house but my parents' is a different story] and was starving when I got there. Shoved in a TJ Truffle brownie pre-dinner, had my Bob Gaudet glass of red wine. Ate our dinner with cranberry and seltzer - corn beef and cabbage, with potatoes in honor of St Patty's Day. For dessert, had a couple more brownies [they're small], a maple cookie and some mint tea. Drove home after my Sunday ritual, go to CVS and get gas [WILD!! Where is my cool life?] and had 2 WF b&w oreos with a cup of tea for my late evening treat [bad habit].
Today is Monday, I slacked all weekend. Went to Westford, had my bagel, some tea. Went to The Grill for a salad and cup of chowder with a DC. Had my banana, more tea. Got home and went to Home Depot [first time in a long time, nice], and then came back to some tritip and potatoes from the slow cooker. Followed this up with more b&w cookies, tea and half a reeses egg. I'm now catching up on Netflix...after we got cable I was at a standstill and just realized I've had my Netflix for like 3 weeks. Is that rude? Is there an etiquette? Anyhow, watching Nip Tuck, this could be the solution to my diet issues, the surgeries are just gross, I have to turn away.
Ok, off to bed after this, it's almost the Witching Hour. I failed at working out today so I HAVE to work out tomorrow. I was sore today, not sore enough to be a valid excuse but...anyway, tomorrow I HAVE TO WORK OUT...ugggghhhhhhhhhh.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Why go running when the drive-thru at McDonald's is so much more convenient?
Hit up Target, Shaw's and TJ's, I feel much better. I wrestled with my per-usual low-blood-sugar, too much to do, late-week, bad-work mood internal dilemma: to McD's or not to McD's. To won in a major fashion, rather than my Happy Meal I had my 2 cheeseburgers, a large fry and large DC. YUM. Perfect fries and so worth it.
Had some TJ's maple cream cookies [OMG, new favorite] and tea and that's that. Should be able to eat healthier this weekend now that we actually have groceries. I am a blob of boring nothingness, I should learn to not write when I have nothing to say.
Had some TJ's maple cream cookies [OMG, new favorite] and tea and that's that. Should be able to eat healthier this weekend now that we actually have groceries. I am a blob of boring nothingness, I should learn to not write when I have nothing to say.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A homeless man critiqued the change that I gave him tonight.
And I yelled at him. In public, in front of people.
So I will revert to my former policy of never giving anyone begging any money. I am not evil, I am under 30 and not close to rich and I make efforts to give to charities I deem important all year [Jimmy Fund, ARL, Salvation Army, USO, Helping Hands, various MS and Diabetes orgs], I'm trying to get over my fear of giving blood, I donate bags and bags of my old clothes a couple times a year, and would gladly give my sweatshirt or the 2nd half of my Twix to a stranger as long as he wasn't a kiddie rapist... But I seldom, actually never, for years, give homeless folks money when they ask for it on the street.
Tonight, on my way to meet Darling at the lawyers [we are re-fied at 5.25..woo-hoo!!] after trying to park for 40 minutes and then starting my walk across the Common in the oh, 8 degrees? out, I walked by a guy asking "for money to get him out of the cold". I smiled and said sorry, per usual. Then I felt bad and reconsidered - it is SO COLD OUT - and I was late so I quickly fished out the teeny amount of change I had in my wallet. I didn't even look at it, just handed it over and started to walk away. I got a "Thank You" and then an immediate "Wait...what's this...did you just give me 4 cents??" I shit you not. And this was accompanied by an almost comical look [I'd turned around by now] of disbelief. Now granted, 4 cents isn't going to help this guy and under other circumstances I maybe would've dug up more change - hell if Boston wasn't so annoying in charging 25 cents per FIFTEEN MINUTES, it would have been at least 29 cents. But this was what was immediately available in the change portion of my wallet while I'm hustling and cold. And
a. I had no idea it was only 4 cents
b. I worked for that 4 frigging cents and CHOSE to give it to someone who appeared down on his luck but more likely is a drunk or drug addict. Sorry to any other druggies or drunks, I'm a liberatarian and have no issue with you if you don't drive, harm me or my family/friends or ask me to finance your life cause you're too fucked up to do so yourself.
c. This dude is STANDING there - just generally, here's a hint: if you can't get a job, at least move around the park. Rule # 1 of staying warm, keep the blood flowing.
So needless to say, I flipped out - just briefly, I was running late. And I will be honest, I felt good about it. "Are you criticizing me after I just gave you change?" He starts back peddling and mumbling and looking a little scared. I look meek and pie-eyed, I'm a girl and I smile a lot and I'm barely over legal-midget height. But I will warn you: do not let the 1980's Joseph Lee Elementary School upbringing rear its ugly head because it is in fact very ugly. He switched back to "No, no, THANK YOU, I mean THANKS!". Whatever. I then added on a couple of each of the following "Seriously?" "You've got balls, dude" "What a fucking asshole" "Never again" and "Only in this fucking state, jesus". Apologies to Boston/Massachusetts and Jesus, I love-love-love my state and have no religious background that makes me yay or nay Jesus, but I was all types of fired up.
I kept walking, totally talking to myself like a nut for most of the remainder of my journey. As someone who speaks up for herself enough, but doesn't always, I was glad I fired back at him. Maybe some will consider this a hate crime, or at the least insensitive or that I'm a jackass for giving someone 4 cents. In hindsight, in his shoes, I'd probably think I was a yuppie-douche too, but I would NEVER even conceive of calling the yuppie-douche out on it. Sorry I don't carry change - it's 2009. Did he think his piping up would make me reconsider "Shit, sorry dude, hold on - let me fish out a $20". I am never going against my instincts again. NEVER.
On our walk back we went by him again - still in the same place. I asked Princess to please be quiet while we passed [I had of course screamed to him the entire story via iPhone 5 minutes later, like the yuppie-douche that I am]. He grew up in San Diego and lived in San Francisco for a couple years as a grown up, so if you think that I sound like I hate homeless people, have a beer with My Muffin. Needless to say, the dude started with his standard request and immediately shut himself up when he recognized me. I avoided eye contact and the urge to kick him...
Enough with the ranting, it's just people with bad manners really piss me off. How hard is a please or a thank you? Being gracious should be taught in school. I am so lucky to have been raised by nice, normal, decent humans. Thank you mom and dad and the entire Harris family. I'm going to stop now before I start going off on the kids and the myspace.....goodness. Anyhow, this is a food blog so today I ate:
My bagel, some tea.
Some water, an LC pasta bowl for Lunch [I was in Westford until 4].
Dinner was a McD's cheeseburger Happy Meal with a small order of nuggets on the side. They screwed up my order, thus the nuggets. Worse things could happen, and I ate them anyway. And I sure as hell didn't rip the dude at the drive-thru a new asshole....grrr...
Came home and had more tea and 2 Reeses during The Office. Line of the night was "beet-stained teeth"....from Jim, sigh. Liz Lemon dancing was also impressive. Channel 7 has had Thursdays on lockdown for a while, huh?
I'm on my final cup of tea now and just had one of those mini-bags of popcorn? Nice concept but poor execution. Maybe it's my microwave but I either can't pop enough of the kernels or burn the bag entirely. The latter was tonight. God is probably punishing me for my treatment of the less-fortunate by making my entire house reek of burnt corn. Yumm-o.
Off to bed, I'm digging the Artie book but fearing he's heading toward a really bad melt-down soon. He is hysterical but there is this huge sadness and need in him that I don't think anyone can help with the way he is right now. He needs to take care of his shit, I hope he will. Adding to this, Celebrity Rehab Sober House made me sad... Enough with the feelings, good night!
So I will revert to my former policy of never giving anyone begging any money. I am not evil, I am under 30 and not close to rich and I make efforts to give to charities I deem important all year [Jimmy Fund, ARL, Salvation Army, USO, Helping Hands, various MS and Diabetes orgs], I'm trying to get over my fear of giving blood, I donate bags and bags of my old clothes a couple times a year, and would gladly give my sweatshirt or the 2nd half of my Twix to a stranger as long as he wasn't a kiddie rapist... But I seldom, actually never, for years, give homeless folks money when they ask for it on the street.
Tonight, on my way to meet Darling at the lawyers [we are re-fied at 5.25..woo-hoo!!] after trying to park for 40 minutes and then starting my walk across the Common in the oh, 8 degrees? out, I walked by a guy asking "for money to get him out of the cold". I smiled and said sorry, per usual. Then I felt bad and reconsidered - it is SO COLD OUT - and I was late so I quickly fished out the teeny amount of change I had in my wallet. I didn't even look at it, just handed it over and started to walk away. I got a "Thank You" and then an immediate "Wait...what's this...did you just give me 4 cents??" I shit you not. And this was accompanied by an almost comical look [I'd turned around by now] of disbelief. Now granted, 4 cents isn't going to help this guy and under other circumstances I maybe would've dug up more change - hell if Boston wasn't so annoying in charging 25 cents per FIFTEEN MINUTES, it would have been at least 29 cents. But this was what was immediately available in the change portion of my wallet while I'm hustling and cold. And
a. I had no idea it was only 4 cents
b. I worked for that 4 frigging cents and CHOSE to give it to someone who appeared down on his luck but more likely is a drunk or drug addict. Sorry to any other druggies or drunks, I'm a liberatarian and have no issue with you if you don't drive, harm me or my family/friends or ask me to finance your life cause you're too fucked up to do so yourself.
c. This dude is STANDING there - just generally, here's a hint: if you can't get a job, at least move around the park. Rule # 1 of staying warm, keep the blood flowing.
So needless to say, I flipped out - just briefly, I was running late. And I will be honest, I felt good about it. "Are you criticizing me after I just gave you change?" He starts back peddling and mumbling and looking a little scared. I look meek and pie-eyed, I'm a girl and I smile a lot and I'm barely over legal-midget height. But I will warn you: do not let the 1980's Joseph Lee Elementary School upbringing rear its ugly head because it is in fact very ugly. He switched back to "No, no, THANK YOU, I mean THANKS!". Whatever. I then added on a couple of each of the following "Seriously?" "You've got balls, dude" "What a fucking asshole" "Never again" and "Only in this fucking state, jesus". Apologies to Boston/Massachusetts and Jesus, I love-love-love my state and have no religious background that makes me yay or nay Jesus, but I was all types of fired up.
I kept walking, totally talking to myself like a nut for most of the remainder of my journey. As someone who speaks up for herself enough, but doesn't always, I was glad I fired back at him. Maybe some will consider this a hate crime, or at the least insensitive or that I'm a jackass for giving someone 4 cents. In hindsight, in his shoes, I'd probably think I was a yuppie-douche too, but I would NEVER even conceive of calling the yuppie-douche out on it. Sorry I don't carry change - it's 2009. Did he think his piping up would make me reconsider "Shit, sorry dude, hold on - let me fish out a $20". I am never going against my instincts again. NEVER.
On our walk back we went by him again - still in the same place. I asked Princess to please be quiet while we passed [I had of course screamed to him the entire story via iPhone 5 minutes later, like the yuppie-douche that I am]. He grew up in San Diego and lived in San Francisco for a couple years as a grown up, so if you think that I sound like I hate homeless people, have a beer with My Muffin. Needless to say, the dude started with his standard request and immediately shut himself up when he recognized me. I avoided eye contact and the urge to kick him...
Enough with the ranting, it's just people with bad manners really piss me off. How hard is a please or a thank you? Being gracious should be taught in school. I am so lucky to have been raised by nice, normal, decent humans. Thank you mom and dad and the entire Harris family. I'm going to stop now before I start going off on the kids and the myspace.....goodness. Anyhow, this is a food blog so today I ate:
My bagel, some tea.
Some water, an LC pasta bowl for Lunch [I was in Westford until 4].
Dinner was a McD's cheeseburger Happy Meal with a small order of nuggets on the side. They screwed up my order, thus the nuggets. Worse things could happen, and I ate them anyway. And I sure as hell didn't rip the dude at the drive-thru a new asshole....grrr...
Came home and had more tea and 2 Reeses during The Office. Line of the night was "beet-stained teeth"....from Jim, sigh. Liz Lemon dancing was also impressive. Channel 7 has had Thursdays on lockdown for a while, huh?
I'm on my final cup of tea now and just had one of those mini-bags of popcorn? Nice concept but poor execution. Maybe it's my microwave but I either can't pop enough of the kernels or burn the bag entirely. The latter was tonight. God is probably punishing me for my treatment of the less-fortunate by making my entire house reek of burnt corn. Yumm-o.
Off to bed, I'm digging the Artie book but fearing he's heading toward a really bad melt-down soon. He is hysterical but there is this huge sadness and need in him that I don't think anyone can help with the way he is right now. He needs to take care of his shit, I hope he will. Adding to this, Celebrity Rehab Sober House made me sad... Enough with the feelings, good night!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
"Why doesn't Wendy's deliver?"
I seriously just asked Ed that. It's been one of those weekends. Let's see, last note was Thursday. Sox came back, it was awesome. We won again last night and in about 20 minutes game 7 will start. I am stoked. I haven't exercised a peep but got a pedometer [which in my sad little head means by osmosis I'll magically be motivated to move] and will do something after work tomorrow. My arms are back to flabby, my lifestyle is back to lethargic. I feel kind of crazy. No good. Some of that is probably these 8 o'clock games, my job, and the house but some of it is no endorphins. Here's a food recap-
Friday: In Cambridge [yay!]
Had a Finagle HEC on everything....OMG, this was one of the BEST breakfast sandwiches ever. For real, like great combo of flavors, the bagel was fresh, right proportions of ingredients, it was rad. Made some tea at work, had a little apple that came with it. For lunch, met with PYV and had some Thai [pad see yu from Similans, delish] and a diet Pepsi. Should've had a yogurt in the afternoon but instead had a snickers and more tea. It gave me two snickers, I was siked. That machine errs in my favor more often than not, so I have a snack for next week already! Headed home. I think I made some eggs and toast for dinner? And had a couple glasses of Riesling? I can't remember. We did nothing, went to bed at like 11:30. I brought toast to bed, this is my new thing.
Saturday: Slept till 10:30ish? Ed woke me up with MCDONALDS BREAKFAST. I love him. I was ready to stab him 3 hours later but we really are perfect for each other and he gets me. So half a Sausage McGriddle and an Egg McMuffin started my day, awesome. Had some water/juice with that to cut the extreme salt. Packed some stuff, had an apple and headed to WR, got a large DD tea for the ride. Had a few choco-covered pretzels for a snack, nothing else. Saw my dad's pics from Azerbaijan, amazing. Again, so glad he made it back in one piece. My cat was kinder to me than the prior visit, bastard. Grabbed some Sugar cupcakes and a bottle of red and white for my trip to Pembroke to watch game 6 with Work Lindsay and Ex-Work Meaghan and their boyfriend's both named Jesse. Jesse B's son was there too, he is super cute and very well behaved. Kids still scare me, I was so impressed with how LR knew when he should go to bed and what he should eat and Jesse got him a sippy cup when he hadn't even asked. So much responsibility, I can't wait to babysit our friends'/siblings' kids on weekends. And we'll leave it at that.
At LR's, had some chips and salsa, hummus and pita [both TJ's..really good]. 3 slices of pizza, a couple glasses of wine. Everything was delicious. I didn't eat a cupcake, trying to be semi-good? Headed home after we won [woo-hoo!] and had a chocolate twizzler and some toast.
Sunday: Lazy lazy lazy. Woke up at like 11? Packed and cleaned all day,productive but there is still sooo much to do. Ed made a scrambled egg, tomato, cheese thing with toast for breakfast. It was delicious, had it with some tea and watered down juice. Today was not a good food day, thus the title of this blog. I was tired and lazy and it's finally turned cold, like heat needs to be on cold. I think it reached 50 today, maybe? I just went out for the first time right before the game to grab ice cream and water, how sad. Anyhow, had a couple bites of a corn dog, a quesadilla, a bowl of cereal, and now I'm having a fettuccine LC. I am single-handedly keeping TJs in business with the first 4 of that list of 5 , wow. I also had a few spoonfuls [big spoonfuls but still, probably 4-5 oz] for B&J Pumpkin Cheesecake seasonal ice cream. That shit is delicious, I was impressed with my restraint. Princess is napping [Pink Hat] and hasn't discovered it yet, once it's a known food item, it will be gone in seconds. I'll prob grab a glass of wine and finish leafing through my magazines while I watch the game. So exciting, so unnerving. I love/hate October baseball; GO SOX!!
Friday: In Cambridge [yay!]
Had a Finagle HEC on everything....OMG, this was one of the BEST breakfast sandwiches ever. For real, like great combo of flavors, the bagel was fresh, right proportions of ingredients, it was rad. Made some tea at work, had a little apple that came with it. For lunch, met with PYV and had some Thai [pad see yu from Similans, delish] and a diet Pepsi. Should've had a yogurt in the afternoon but instead had a snickers and more tea. It gave me two snickers, I was siked. That machine errs in my favor more often than not, so I have a snack for next week already! Headed home. I think I made some eggs and toast for dinner? And had a couple glasses of Riesling? I can't remember. We did nothing, went to bed at like 11:30. I brought toast to bed, this is my new thing.
Saturday: Slept till 10:30ish? Ed woke me up with MCDONALDS BREAKFAST. I love him. I was ready to stab him 3 hours later but we really are perfect for each other and he gets me. So half a Sausage McGriddle and an Egg McMuffin started my day, awesome. Had some water/juice with that to cut the extreme salt. Packed some stuff, had an apple and headed to WR, got a large DD tea for the ride. Had a few choco-covered pretzels for a snack, nothing else. Saw my dad's pics from Azerbaijan, amazing. Again, so glad he made it back in one piece. My cat was kinder to me than the prior visit, bastard. Grabbed some Sugar cupcakes and a bottle of red and white for my trip to Pembroke to watch game 6 with Work Lindsay and Ex-Work Meaghan and their boyfriend's both named Jesse. Jesse B's son was there too, he is super cute and very well behaved. Kids still scare me, I was so impressed with how LR knew when he should go to bed and what he should eat and Jesse got him a sippy cup when he hadn't even asked. So much responsibility, I can't wait to babysit our friends'/siblings' kids on weekends. And we'll leave it at that.
At LR's, had some chips and salsa, hummus and pita [both TJ's..really good]. 3 slices of pizza, a couple glasses of wine. Everything was delicious. I didn't eat a cupcake, trying to be semi-good? Headed home after we won [woo-hoo!] and had a chocolate twizzler and some toast.
Sunday: Lazy lazy lazy. Woke up at like 11? Packed and cleaned all day,productive but there is still sooo much to do. Ed made a scrambled egg, tomato, cheese thing with toast for breakfast. It was delicious, had it with some tea and watered down juice. Today was not a good food day, thus the title of this blog. I was tired and lazy and it's finally turned cold, like heat needs to be on cold. I think it reached 50 today, maybe? I just went out for the first time right before the game to grab ice cream and water, how sad. Anyhow, had a couple bites of a corn dog, a quesadilla, a bowl of cereal, and now I'm having a fettuccine LC. I am single-handedly keeping TJs in business with the first 4 of that list of 5 , wow. I also had a few spoonfuls [big spoonfuls but still, probably 4-5 oz] for B&J Pumpkin Cheesecake seasonal ice cream. That shit is delicious, I was impressed with my restraint. Princess is napping [Pink Hat] and hasn't discovered it yet, once it's a known food item, it will be gone in seconds. I'll prob grab a glass of wine and finish leafing through my magazines while I watch the game. So exciting, so unnerving. I love/hate October baseball; GO SOX!!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Blast from the Past
So acck, my last post was Wednesday [even though it's dated Tuesday...confusing Blogger quirk, I think...right now it's Monday night but I bet this will continue to say Sunday. It's like back to the future!], let's think.
So, Wednesday night, definitely did not do my arms, did dye my hair. Slept until the glorious hour of 9:30 the following morning, ran around all day with plans to leave at 4 to head to NJ/PA. I had a yogurt and an apple for breakfast, a Finagle Everything with butter and cream cheese for lunch [with a DC]. Went to Target and did some laundry, tried to iron with my mom. My lack of domestic skills continually impress me, it was hysterical. Packed up, was ready to leave at 4:15, Princess was late and we left a bit before 5.
Got some McD's at a terrifying rest stop in Connecticut or NT state, not to sound like a snob but they're all the same. Had my typical [I need to get back in a once a season fast food pattern, way too much lately] Cheeseburger Happy meal [girl toy] with additional cheeseburger on the side and a DC. Continued on our way, made it there around 10? Not so bad.
Met Keith and friends Sonny and Lynn from CA out and about in New Hope. Had some bread and a couple glasses of Riesling. Bar-hopped and switched to DC but had a few sips of Lynn's delish grapefruit and Belvidere and my my my, that was pretty damn good. I think Howard Stern is a big fan as well, and I learned today that his favorite beverage is my favorite beverage: cranberry juice watered down with seltzer, so maybe we share taste buds. He is definitely way more disciplined than fatty-me. Anyhow, couple sips of that and we were off.
Hit up Wawa for late-night goodies. That system is awesome to tangent a bit, you go in, pick a bunch of crap on a touch screen, it's easy, intuitive, there are a million options, the food is GOOD. Call me a product of the internet age but the less I have to talk to someone, the better. I'm not alone in this, I have a co-worker who is not a big fan of Papa Johns, but specifically orders their pizza because you can do it online. Kind of sad, kind of awesome. I had some mac and cheese, Darling had some chicken fingers and Kieth got whatever he calls a hoagie. Hoagie to me sounds like something one spits out in the shower. Gross.
Headed back to Keith and Alanna's ADORABLE and way not too tiny home, this was the first time we'd seen it. So cute, wonderful old floors and high enough ceilings and such a great yard and cute neighborhood. I'm super stoked for them. We also met their little kitties that had separate names that I can never remember, I will call them Oggie collectively because both names sounded something like that. They were also adorable, so young and bouncy and full of spriteliness. You can tell Princess has never had a cat because he was like fascinated that they ramble around and pounce on you all night, but they're kittens!! And even though he claims to be allergic, I have a theory that Ed secretly likes cats more than he lets on. Cats sure as hell love him. What is it that makes pets dig people who aren't really animal people? So weird.
Then we woke up the next day to WEDDING DAY!!! So exciting. I should separate my posts now.
So, Wednesday night, definitely did not do my arms, did dye my hair. Slept until the glorious hour of 9:30 the following morning, ran around all day with plans to leave at 4 to head to NJ/PA. I had a yogurt and an apple for breakfast, a Finagle Everything with butter and cream cheese for lunch [with a DC]. Went to Target and did some laundry, tried to iron with my mom. My lack of domestic skills continually impress me, it was hysterical. Packed up, was ready to leave at 4:15, Princess was late and we left a bit before 5.
Got some McD's at a terrifying rest stop in Connecticut or NT state, not to sound like a snob but they're all the same. Had my typical [I need to get back in a once a season fast food pattern, way too much lately] Cheeseburger Happy meal [girl toy] with additional cheeseburger on the side and a DC. Continued on our way, made it there around 10? Not so bad.
Met Keith and friends Sonny and Lynn from CA out and about in New Hope. Had some bread and a couple glasses of Riesling. Bar-hopped and switched to DC but had a few sips of Lynn's delish grapefruit and Belvidere and my my my, that was pretty damn good. I think Howard Stern is a big fan as well, and I learned today that his favorite beverage is my favorite beverage: cranberry juice watered down with seltzer, so maybe we share taste buds. He is definitely way more disciplined than fatty-me. Anyhow, couple sips of that and we were off.
Hit up Wawa for late-night goodies. That system is awesome to tangent a bit, you go in, pick a bunch of crap on a touch screen, it's easy, intuitive, there are a million options, the food is GOOD. Call me a product of the internet age but the less I have to talk to someone, the better. I'm not alone in this, I have a co-worker who is not a big fan of Papa Johns, but specifically orders their pizza because you can do it online. Kind of sad, kind of awesome. I had some mac and cheese, Darling had some chicken fingers and Kieth got whatever he calls a hoagie. Hoagie to me sounds like something one spits out in the shower. Gross.
Headed back to Keith and Alanna's ADORABLE and way not too tiny home, this was the first time we'd seen it. So cute, wonderful old floors and high enough ceilings and such a great yard and cute neighborhood. I'm super stoked for them. We also met their little kitties that had separate names that I can never remember, I will call them Oggie collectively because both names sounded something like that. They were also adorable, so young and bouncy and full of spriteliness. You can tell Princess has never had a cat because he was like fascinated that they ramble around and pounce on you all night, but they're kittens!! And even though he claims to be allergic, I have a theory that Ed secretly likes cats more than he lets on. Cats sure as hell love him. What is it that makes pets dig people who aren't really animal people? So weird.
Then we woke up the next day to WEDDING DAY!!! So exciting. I should separate my posts now.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Inner Turmoil at BK
Referring to my lunch today, I'm in Cambridge and hit up the food court. Ultimately decided on BK, vacillated between the salad and the Whopper for like a good 5 minutes in line. Went with the salad! Good for me. Is salad still good for you if it comes from BK? I know I shouldn't have my ranch and my chicken and my croutons on it....but it's still salad. And compared to a Whopper or the entire pizza I'd like to consume, I think I'm ok.
Ok, so started this on Tuesday, finishing on Wednesday. What is it about the short weeks that makes the freaks come out? Associates that I hadn't heard from in weeks emailed me out of the woodwork this week. Fun times. Anyhow, I'm tired and can't look exhausted at the wedding so here we go:
Tuesday
WPF toast and 2 eggs for breakfast, DD Tea
Said BK salad, diet coke
Twix bar and tea for afternoon snack [BAD HABIT IN THE MAKING]
Pizza and 3 Raspberry Heifenweizens for Trivia
Did my arms post Trivia [yay!]
Wednesday
E. Muffin and Paul Newman cereal with soy milk, tea
Caf salad....barf, roll and Diet Iced Tea Snapple
Tea and Snickers for afternoon snack
Dinner was 3/4 of a box of Kraft mac and cheese
[does using soy milk and Earth Balance make it any better?]
Glass of riesling, only one, half a Skor bar
Dyeing my hair now, should do my arms while I'm at it.
Good night!
Ok, so started this on Tuesday, finishing on Wednesday. What is it about the short weeks that makes the freaks come out? Associates that I hadn't heard from in weeks emailed me out of the woodwork this week. Fun times. Anyhow, I'm tired and can't look exhausted at the wedding so here we go:
Tuesday
WPF toast and 2 eggs for breakfast, DD Tea
Said BK salad, diet coke
Twix bar and tea for afternoon snack [BAD HABIT IN THE MAKING]
Pizza and 3 Raspberry Heifenweizens for Trivia
Did my arms post Trivia [yay!]
Wednesday
E. Muffin and Paul Newman cereal with soy milk, tea
Caf salad....barf, roll and Diet Iced Tea Snapple
Tea and Snickers for afternoon snack
Dinner was 3/4 of a box of Kraft mac and cheese
[does using soy milk and Earth Balance make it any better?]
Glass of riesling, only one, half a Skor bar
Dyeing my hair now, should do my arms while I'm at it.
Good night!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Success!
So we ran our 5k today. Erin and I together placed #786 and 787 and ran THE WHOLE TIME. I felt like death and still feel kind of wacky but I am so proud of us! Josh took pictures, I will post when I get them. Woke up at 6:40, had a yogurt, had some juicy water, had an e muffin with butter. Did I already write this? It's been a long day. We were super nervous, headed down around 8, got registered, paid $20 to homeless people. There were a LOT of people - 900 I've since discovered. I was #860. This was definitely one of those times in Somerville that I 100% felt like the vapid yuppie that I keep pretending I'm not...one day I need to accept that I'm not quitting my job and dyeing my hair pink again any time soon. Days like this smack me in the face of the truism of this notion.
I kept making nervous and stupid jokes Erin has heard repeatedly over the past 17[!] years - given a "Which 'Friend' are you?" Quiz, I'm Chandler. But yeah, I felt SUPER SAT-jittery, but I would've rather been preparing for a school test. Physical challenges [I Heart Double Dare] are not my forte, by any stretch. Debate me, ask me some trivia, have me write an essay, make me crank out a math problem, even sit me in Dunkin Donuts and at gunpoint demand I identify the song that is playing and sing along - THESE are things I can do. Running, moving, not sitting - these are a brave new world and I was terrified of puking, of passing out, of scraping my knee, of sucking in general.
Walked around until 9 to warm up, it was cold! Went to the post office, dropped some stuff at Erin's car [we elected to drive in, smart decision] and puttered. People were stretching and jogging in place like it was a 10 mile run, so weird. I think I'm in Camp Bob Gaudet in that we can stretch and stuff pre-game, but don't HAVE to, everyone is different. Erin stated the simple but I hadn't thought of it goal of running the whole thing, no walking. I stated as long as I broke 45 or 50 minutes, I'd feel good. Keep in mind, in our "training" we've never run more than like a mile? Maybe that one time at Fresh Pond but I have no idea and based on running today, that as def less than or equal to a mile.
Then we were off. The first bit was kind of rough, a hilly sort of stretch but to be honest, we hit the 1st mile [at 11:12] rather quickly. Erin remarked that's the hardest, which was encouraging. Josh and Mia cheered and photog'd around 1.75 miles. In hindsight, the 2nd mile [reached at 22:10 I think?] seemed like a half marathon. Then we were ok, the bulk of the last part was the dog path that we run on so I had a good expectation of time, terrain, hills. We decided to sprint from the end of the path to the end of the race, which I think we both thought was like 25 yards. Not so much. Josh was there at the end again to snap photos, he is a good boyfriend [Princess slept till 11, god bless him]. I'll be 100% honest here, I couldn't feel my legs for the sprint part and I def thought the end was right in front of the theater, but it was more down by ABP. By that point, I felt like semi-fainty and exhausted.
However, we persevered, grabbed some waters, walked around on a side street, I think we were both thinking if our bodies decided to give out in strange and unusual ways, we wanted to be in semi-privacy. Not in the middle of these 20-minute finishers who appeared unfazed, glistening in a cute Americana kind of way. We were red, we were sweaty, hot, panting. Couldn't stop moving, I understand why people at the end of the marathon continue to move, it's hard to stop! And you like can't trust your body if you stop, so you just kind of keep auto-pilot moving. So weird. Final time was 33:31, 10:49 minute miles. That part felt good, if my actual body did not.
Hung out in Davis for a bit, had some Rosebud breakfast - water!, 2.5 fried eggs, some home fries, some white toast, some chocolate milk [I JUST RAN 3 MILES - and I haven't had real chocolate milk in like 10 years], a bonus iced tea they double-poured [thank god, I was thirsty], some sausage. Gave Erin my bacon, surprisingly I am not a big fan of the b. Met up with Bill in Davis, grabbed a skim chai at Diesel and sat around in a field at some bleachers, still stretching and sitting and unwinding until like 12:30? I hate getting up early but it constantly amazes me how much longer the day is if you do manage to get up and out before noon. Tomorrow, I'm sleeping until 4 if my body so desires.
I feel ok, semi-out of it, my legs will hurt tomorrow. Took a couple Advils after, probably will take some more. My neck/shoulders/traps are killing me these past couple days. I'm blaming office job and getting cold, I swear I tense up without knowing it and cause knots and pain. Ed rubbed some Biofreeze [magic junk he gets from his masseuse] and it feels a bit better. I am so thankful my body doesn't hurt on a regular basis, I would be a total douchebag.
Hmm...got home around 1, took a nice hot shower, changed into a Mom outfit [crew neck Hanes sweatshirt, jeans, and some Chucks, so comfy] and we went to New Balance. Ed has wide hooves and beats the shit out of his footwear so needed some new kicks and I decided I would get some wide shoes because, while not today, occasionally I feel like my third toe creeps over my 2nd toe while running. Daddy says us Gaudets have long meta-tarsals? Caroline and I have always referred to them as Hobbit Feet, but Daddy went to a dr after the marathon this year wreaked some havoc so now we have medical confirmation. Anyway, I was due, I think my existing running shoes were $25 at Marshalls, they're New Balance but for who knows what sport or specialty. So yeah, got some wide cushiony running specified shoes, I'm excited for them.
We hit up my reward on the way back - THE ARCHES. It was Ed's idea [he must've been in a mood, he is not as in love with the FF as I am], I had my Cheeseburger HM with a DC and extra Cheeseburger, didn't finish all my fries [decent batch, not amazing]. We sat on some bleachers [my second set of the day - weird] and watched dogs as we ate. I am a total dog-peeper, I'll admit it. I wanted to steal a guy's perfectly stout little black french bulldog [it was jacked - excellent blood line - and kept rolling over like a goof in the sun]. Ed didn't let me.
Got home, sat, reclined, talked to my parents. Daddy was shocked and awed that I actually did this, I specifically kept it quiet in case I failed but he was stoked. Even suggested I aim for the James Joyce 10k in April. I think Erin and I are going to try for another 5k in November around T-Giving, we def both want to keep it up. Running is ok. I'm syncing up my super old iPod Mini with podcasts so that I actually go out by myself when our schedules clash. In a year, I may actually be a healthy 30 year old human!
Took a nap from 5:30 to 8, and here I am blogging again on a Saturday night, such a loser. Ed just made some TJ's corn bread, it's good. He put real roasted corn kernels in it which makes it's more savory and I kind of prefer my CB sweet but it's tasty and most importantly covered in butter. Having that right now with some lite iced tea from one of those weird To-Go packets. I think I will go through my correspondence and watch some bad TV, make some tea and eat a few Double Chocolate Milanos that I have hidden from Darling in our bedroom [not a joke - he eats sweets like Prater Wully if given the opportunity, so I hide food in obscure drawers and storage bins] and the go back to bed. All in all, a good day, and I have very little to do tomorrow too so I feel great. Over and out.
I kept making nervous and stupid jokes Erin has heard repeatedly over the past 17[!] years - given a "Which 'Friend' are you?" Quiz, I'm Chandler. But yeah, I felt SUPER SAT-jittery, but I would've rather been preparing for a school test. Physical challenges [I Heart Double Dare] are not my forte, by any stretch. Debate me, ask me some trivia, have me write an essay, make me crank out a math problem, even sit me in Dunkin Donuts and at gunpoint demand I identify the song that is playing and sing along - THESE are things I can do. Running, moving, not sitting - these are a brave new world and I was terrified of puking, of passing out, of scraping my knee, of sucking in general.
Walked around until 9 to warm up, it was cold! Went to the post office, dropped some stuff at Erin's car [we elected to drive in, smart decision] and puttered. People were stretching and jogging in place like it was a 10 mile run, so weird. I think I'm in Camp Bob Gaudet in that we can stretch and stuff pre-game, but don't HAVE to, everyone is different. Erin stated the simple but I hadn't thought of it goal of running the whole thing, no walking. I stated as long as I broke 45 or 50 minutes, I'd feel good. Keep in mind, in our "training" we've never run more than like a mile? Maybe that one time at Fresh Pond but I have no idea and based on running today, that as def less than or equal to a mile.
Then we were off. The first bit was kind of rough, a hilly sort of stretch but to be honest, we hit the 1st mile [at 11:12] rather quickly. Erin remarked that's the hardest, which was encouraging. Josh and Mia cheered and photog'd around 1.75 miles. In hindsight, the 2nd mile [reached at 22:10 I think?] seemed like a half marathon. Then we were ok, the bulk of the last part was the dog path that we run on so I had a good expectation of time, terrain, hills. We decided to sprint from the end of the path to the end of the race, which I think we both thought was like 25 yards. Not so much. Josh was there at the end again to snap photos, he is a good boyfriend [Princess slept till 11, god bless him]. I'll be 100% honest here, I couldn't feel my legs for the sprint part and I def thought the end was right in front of the theater, but it was more down by ABP. By that point, I felt like semi-fainty and exhausted.
However, we persevered, grabbed some waters, walked around on a side street, I think we were both thinking if our bodies decided to give out in strange and unusual ways, we wanted to be in semi-privacy. Not in the middle of these 20-minute finishers who appeared unfazed, glistening in a cute Americana kind of way. We were red, we were sweaty, hot, panting. Couldn't stop moving, I understand why people at the end of the marathon continue to move, it's hard to stop! And you like can't trust your body if you stop, so you just kind of keep auto-pilot moving. So weird. Final time was 33:31, 10:49 minute miles. That part felt good, if my actual body did not.
Hung out in Davis for a bit, had some Rosebud breakfast - water!, 2.5 fried eggs, some home fries, some white toast, some chocolate milk [I JUST RAN 3 MILES - and I haven't had real chocolate milk in like 10 years], a bonus iced tea they double-poured [thank god, I was thirsty], some sausage. Gave Erin my bacon, surprisingly I am not a big fan of the b. Met up with Bill in Davis, grabbed a skim chai at Diesel and sat around in a field at some bleachers, still stretching and sitting and unwinding until like 12:30? I hate getting up early but it constantly amazes me how much longer the day is if you do manage to get up and out before noon. Tomorrow, I'm sleeping until 4 if my body so desires.
I feel ok, semi-out of it, my legs will hurt tomorrow. Took a couple Advils after, probably will take some more. My neck/shoulders/traps are killing me these past couple days. I'm blaming office job and getting cold, I swear I tense up without knowing it and cause knots and pain. Ed rubbed some Biofreeze [magic junk he gets from his masseuse] and it feels a bit better. I am so thankful my body doesn't hurt on a regular basis, I would be a total douchebag.
Hmm...got home around 1, took a nice hot shower, changed into a Mom outfit [crew neck Hanes sweatshirt, jeans, and some Chucks, so comfy] and we went to New Balance. Ed has wide hooves and beats the shit out of his footwear so needed some new kicks and I decided I would get some wide shoes because, while not today, occasionally I feel like my third toe creeps over my 2nd toe while running. Daddy says us Gaudets have long meta-tarsals? Caroline and I have always referred to them as Hobbit Feet, but Daddy went to a dr after the marathon this year wreaked some havoc so now we have medical confirmation. Anyway, I was due, I think my existing running shoes were $25 at Marshalls, they're New Balance but for who knows what sport or specialty. So yeah, got some wide cushiony running specified shoes, I'm excited for them.
We hit up my reward on the way back - THE ARCHES. It was Ed's idea [he must've been in a mood, he is not as in love with the FF as I am], I had my Cheeseburger HM with a DC and extra Cheeseburger, didn't finish all my fries [decent batch, not amazing]. We sat on some bleachers [my second set of the day - weird] and watched dogs as we ate. I am a total dog-peeper, I'll admit it. I wanted to steal a guy's perfectly stout little black french bulldog [it was jacked - excellent blood line - and kept rolling over like a goof in the sun]. Ed didn't let me.
Got home, sat, reclined, talked to my parents. Daddy was shocked and awed that I actually did this, I specifically kept it quiet in case I failed but he was stoked. Even suggested I aim for the James Joyce 10k in April. I think Erin and I are going to try for another 5k in November around T-Giving, we def both want to keep it up. Running is ok. I'm syncing up my super old iPod Mini with podcasts so that I actually go out by myself when our schedules clash. In a year, I may actually be a healthy 30 year old human!
Took a nap from 5:30 to 8, and here I am blogging again on a Saturday night, such a loser. Ed just made some TJ's corn bread, it's good. He put real roasted corn kernels in it which makes it's more savory and I kind of prefer my CB sweet but it's tasty and most importantly covered in butter. Having that right now with some lite iced tea from one of those weird To-Go packets. I think I will go through my correspondence and watch some bad TV, make some tea and eat a few Double Chocolate Milanos that I have hidden from Darling in our bedroom [not a joke - he eats sweets like Prater Wully if given the opportunity, so I hide food in obscure drawers and storage bins] and the go back to bed. All in all, a good day, and I have very little to do tomorrow too so I feel great. Over and out.
Friday, September 26, 2008
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.
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 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??
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