Adventures await...

If those of you who may actually follow this blog of mine are paying attention you will notice that I have been updating on Thursday afternoons; not all the time, but a good 83% of it.

Well I am writing this week to let you know that there will be no post next week, not just because it is Christmas day, but because I will be half way across the country. I think that I have mentioned before that I am a local girl; born, raised and live in the great state of Massachusetts. Right about now you might be wondering why I am going to be half way across the country for Christmas if my whole family lives in the Northeast. Well.... the boy's family lives in the Midwest, he is a corn fed Midwestern boy. And I made the decision in the beginning of October that I would go to Christmas at his family's this year. This decision caused a lot of turmoil within my family, and I do mean A LOT of turmoil, but I stuck to my guns and kept with my decision. We are leaving tomorrow evening. During the snow storm. We are also stopping by my mother's house before we leave the state so that we can drop off presents before the holiday.

This trip is shaping up to be awesome on so many levels

To be honest I am really excited about it, on Monday I get to take a day trip to Chicago with the boy and his dad. I have never been there so I am SUPER excited about that; even though the boy keeps telling me that "it is great that you're this excited but if you could dial it back you might be a the right level." What does he know! Well a lot actually, he is hands down one of the smartest people that I have ever met. But Chicago... yes, I think that it will be great, not life altering mind you, but pretty awesome. As Jazlyn's European suitor said, 'it will give my eyes a different vocabulary' and I think that that about fits the bill; and he didn't say it to me of course, he said it to Jazlyn, but she told me about it and I have already told him that I am stealing that phrase and if he wants it back he needs to get his European bum over to this side of the Atlantic to get it back, so if you are thinking about using that phrase you better start thinking about royalties!

So Chicago... I knew that I could get back on topic! (*Warning*: I am about to not make a whole lot of sense unless you know me and know how my stream of thoughts normally run) As anyone who knows me relatively well knows, I am a huge Harry Potter fan, I will be the first to admit that I am a Potterhead, and I know that it could be worst very easily. I actually have to restrain myself when it comes to this brand. If I didn't I know that I would be one of those people (adult people) who have the posters and the clothes and everything and I also know how sad that would be. So because of my fan-ness I think that I may need to take another trip to Chicago.

Are you confused yet?

Let me explain. In my daily escapade in the land of Harry Potter (on the Internet) I came across this:

www.harrypotterexhibition.com

I am hoping and praying that this thing is of the travelling kind. But if it isn't Chi-town it's you and me BABY!

I hope that that clears my scattered post up a little bit. This one might need re-reading. Or perhaps a quiz at the end... Meh, I don't think that I have that much focus left in me.


Okay that is all for this year (maybe)! I wish everyone a Happy Christmas!!!

The holidays are getting closer and my time is running faster.

I am cheating again.... Sorry for those who care.

He seems to me a fictional being,
a jackalope of sorts.
Purveyor and owner of all that he sees,
yet ever wandering
through the vast expanse of the ballroom.

Rotund
not unlike Santa Clause.
He has a glazed look upon his face,
as if,
like Santa,
he has eaten
too many cookies all at once.

It dawns on me
he doesn’t know what to do
or is he bored?
Seeming to be waiting,
for what?
His distinctive pacing
driving me insane.

‘Settle’ is all I can think
but of course
I am rendered
silent.
Merely an ant in the mines.

‘You created us,
to do what we are doing now
so that you might
do what you are doing now’
is my next thought.
Though I know that it is fruitless
how can an ant
tell Santa what to do,
when all Santa does
is wander
through empty ballrooms.

-Santa

I think that we have a problem...

These are exerps from a conversation I had with Jazlyn* about her infatuation with a former occupant of her apatment... I find it very amusing...


10:11 AM me: you're insane you know that right?
10:13 AM Jazlyn: no im not
you're just as deep into this as i am
you blogged about it
me: Also, did you notice the fact that she has TWO pictures of my building in her albums?! TWO J! AND they were taken in, like, July; which means I was totally here at work when they were taken.
10:14 AM Jazlyn: she lives on comm ave!
...
10:18 AM me: What?
that is weird
...
Jazlyn: so p. t.'s life isn't as unfulfilled as we thought
me: maybe
I realized that with the flickr
10:23 AM did you see the pictures?
the selarium!!!
Jazlyn: yes
of p's?
yes
me: she was right there
where on Comm. does she live?
10:24 AM Jazlyn: if i knew that we'd have been there already
maybe she doesn't live right on comm ave, but it's where she walks her stupid dogs
10:25 AM me: hmmm...
Jazlyn: so she's not in texas
but no pictures of her on her flickr
which i find strange
10:26 AM me: some people just don't like to have their picture taken
but there are only the dogs
Jazlyn: also strange that she would own the whole floor of the house
i don't think she owned the whole house... maybe?
me: I mean I didn't go indepth or anything butare there pictures of people?
Jazlyn: there's pictures of when she went to italy and prague
10:27 AM me: of other people?
or just her?
Jazlyn: of her sister
linda or angela
10:28 AM me: does she have two sisters?
Jazlyn: yes and a brother i think
10:29 AM from her mothers obituary
me: you should make a time line of her life
Jazlyn: OHh
new fact
apparently p. lived in california in second grade
me: do you tell your therapist about P.?
Jazlyn: yes california
yes
10:31 AM he said i should contact her and tell her about her stuff
me: and what does he say?
hmm
Jazlyn: he said out of all teh people that have lived there, you were the only one thinking that she need to get this stuff back, that say i'm a moral person
even though i totally went through it too
Jazlyn: i put it all back neatly last night
Jazlyn: i sorted it all, highschool crap, christmas crap, taxes crap, and craft shit.
Jazlyn: so my therapist still thinks p. lives in texas
10:37 AM yes
maybe if he knew she lived in boston he'd be like, she sounds nutty.
stay away
Jazlyn: cuz i was thinking she was poor
but when she lived in watertown she made 60000 a year and drove a sports car
and now she lives in boston
10:38 AM but i don't think she went back to college?
maybe
me: and that was in the late 90's right?
that she lived at your house
10:40 AM Jazlyn: she lived in myhouse, worked for american heart association and made 60000 and drove a mitsubishi 3000 gt which is a fancy red 2 door peppy car that pete and brian knew from seeing it in video games
10:41 AM me: yes, but that was in the late 90's right?
Jacklyn: umm
99-2002
me: hmmm....
10:42 AM and now she lives IN the city
...
Jazlyn: and cleary the lady on flickr is the right person
me: hmm
Jazlyn: right?
10:43 AM me: let me look at the italy pictures
10:44 AM Jazlyn: i mean the cousin sister checks out, the dog collie named connor checks out. the time frame of when she went to italy prague checks out.
10:45 AM and she started taking digital about the time she moved out of my house.
me: where are the pictures of her and her sister?
10:47 AM Jazlyn: in the louve
a lot of flash photography in the louve which i would think would not be allowed
10:48 AM but maybe aound statues it's okay
me: the louvre is neither in italy or prauge...
Jazlyn: and musee d'orsay
10:49 AM she has a photo of a bougereau painting
which may explain why theres a framed bougerau print in my house
that no one knew where it came from
and it's what made me want to move in there
10:51 AM and the italian drawings that i put in the dead refridgerator
Jazlyn: so p. was good at math asa child, enjoyed needlepoint.
me: very true
10:53 AM Jazlyn: then she got divorced, went back to school, maybe jsut took a few art classes, maybe she tooke several cuz her flickr says "photos from a photography class", moved into my house?
me: the sister is a.
and it is totally her
10:54 AM Jazlyn: yes
AND
even when her a l. were together
they traveled a lot
even if it wa sjust to new mexico or the grand canyon
or south carolina
and evertime they moved she took a whole role of film after they set up the furniture
10:55 AM and i tried to look for her neices on facebook
but i forget the yougnest one's name
me: maybe she has a facebook
10:56 AM Jazlyn: there is an old lady with a facebook named p. t.
but she has brown hair.
but p. may be gray no anyways and just dying it
like a brown pageboy haircut
wearing a puple tank top with chubby arms
*
*
*
My favorite line?

"she has a photo of a bougereau painting
which may explain why theres a framed bougerau print in my house
that no one knew where it came from
and it's what made me want to move in there
10:51 AM and the italian drawings that i put in the dead refridgerator"


*like Jazlyn is her real name...what do you take me for?!

Mixed Bag...

While I realise that I do not update as much as I "should" on this little site, I also realize that I lead a rather boring life; so if I did update on a daily basis my small following would be put into a coma of boredom. That being said, I want to share my story from yesterday regarding the building that I work in.

The Ames-Webster Mansion did not want to come back from the weekend. I don't know if it was just really tired, or if it was hungover or what; but it did not want to wake up. First off I was late to get to work; which if you have read my post "The hidden agenda of the brain prior to 8:30 in the morning" then you know that I like to be sitting at my desk and ready for the day at 8:30. By contract I am only required to be in the building by that time. What can I say, I am an over achiever. So yes, yesterday I was actually late, getting into the building at 8:43, SHAMEFUL I tell you... Anyway, I settle into my Monday morning groove: working on the agenda for the 9:30 meeting, answering the frantic Monday phone calls, and taking care of the weekend voice mails and emails. At around quarter past nine in the morning the CEO, who had just walked in, walked back out of his office and informed me that the phones were not working. This caught me off guard since I was just on the phone with the president and owner of the company. I test it out, and the CEO is right... we have no phones. Now I do not recall if I have shared the on-going struggle with the phone system in the building. It is insane, every other Monday the phones would go down for about an hour, when we thought that we had that fixed that, the hard drive for the phone system died. Before that there is a VERY long list of things that were wrong/went wrong with the phones (one time in July the phones were out for 4 days... FOUR days!). We have been/were in the process of switching service providers as well... But all you really need to know here is that the phones suck and went down about 15 minutes prior to our Monday morning meeting. The other lovely happening would be the elevator... It is old, very old. It has a gate instead of an actual door, so that should give you a clue. It also has a weight limit of 700 lbs., sounds like a decent weight limit I know; but throw a few good sized men in there and it WILL stop between floors. Well the elevator was stuck between floors for not reason yesterday. There was no one in it, it was just stuck. If you looked into the elevator door window, you could see the floor of the elevator above your eye level, the window is about 4' off the ground. the best part is that I had to wait for the phones to be fixed before anything with the elevator could happen because I couldn't call for a tech.

Everything was resolved eventually, we ended up switching phone providers a day early because of all the craziness; so with any luck I won't have to deal with that again. The elevator tech came and fixed the issue and called our elevator an "old piece of crap" in the process, which made me laugh to hear a tech say it. And I hope this made you laugh, though I am pretty sure that a lot of you are in a boredom induced coma right now.

P.S. Docta-Lady, how are you?! It has been forever! And I think that it would be awesome if you used that phrase on a regular basis.

Shark-ie

The boy and I went to a poker night last night.

We have been getting into poker over the last few months. It started with me browsing the channels one night and being so bored that I stopped on a poker tournament. Something in the boys head clicked that night, and though I went to bed, he stayed up til like 3 in the morning just immersed in the game. And it has been somewhere on a hill ever since; up or down, you choose... right now I am leaning towards up.

We tried hosting a poker party with our friends, but it did not really work out all that great. The mix was just off, either too much alcohol (which is my choice) or not enough forethought about who was coming and if they even knew how to play...
I managed to convince my step father to give me one of his poker tables and a set of chips; so when we do decide to host another poker party we look all legit. The boy bought a couple of poker simulating computer games and he has been studying up. I happen to have a poker game on my phone, so you can guess what I do on the T. Though in all seriousness I should finish the book that I am reading instead of playing... So it has kind of become our thing.

Two weeks ago, a guy in our small group emailed that he was going to be hosting a poker party and any that were interested could come and play... Well guess who RSVP'd.

The poker night was last night, and including the boy and myself, there were five people total at the party; four guys and me, the only girl. And they where all from church. I have to admit that at first I did not hold out much hope of the party being much fun because of that fact. I was wrong. The party was a blast! One of the guys was a middle school math teacher, and he was kind enough to teach us a few new games that were about ten tons of awesome in a one ton bag, I specially enjoyed crazy pineapple. With dealer rotation came game rotation, so that kept everyone on their toes. It was rather amusing though, because we would learn a new game, play it for a hand, and if it was too stressful for us to handle we would bring our heart rate back down with a good ole' game of Texas Hold'em. Who would have thought that a round of no limit poker was a stress relieving thing... So at the end of the night guess who brought home the pot... Any guess? Any at all? Nope not the math teacher, want to guess again? Nope not the boy, he actually bought back in after loosing all his chips. WAIT, you in the back. What did you say? Louder please and stand up so that everyone can hear. YES! Person in the back, you are correct, the girl won the night! I think that it surprised the heck out of my boy. I think that he thought that I was just humoring him with the watching of the WPT tournaments, not paying attention or something.

To be fair, I will admit that I was incredibly card lucky last night. I think that I caught something like 3 flushes, and a couple of straights, I had "big slick" (ace, king) on more than one occasion, and my fingers where like magnets for aces. What that means to people who do not speak poker, is that when I put a lot of money in the pot and someone called me on it, I had the cards to back it up.

So the house rules of last night were that the winner would take everyone else out to dinner. I have no problem with that, I just think that it might be more fun if I invited the guys over to our (the boy & I's) place, cooked them a yummy home cooked dinner, and had another poker night. I am going to email them, all this idea. What do all you in computer land think?

Menagerie

PART ONE: Doppelganger

Dear Karatebon,
You have a doppelganger. Not just a twin, but someone who looks so much like you that it has happened on several occasions that I have tried to say something witty to this poor individual, in hopes that I would be starting a conversation with you; only to have her turn and look at me with a face full of confusion. When this happens I, of course, pretend as if nothing has transpired. The resemblance is really quite frightening. I normally see her on my way home, she gets on the green line at Arlington, and gets off at Park Street.
She has the same texture of hair, same color of hair, same color of eyes, same shape of face, same body type, the only thing that might be a little bit different is height; she may just be a tad bit shorter... 9 times out of 10 she is seated, so I have only come to this conclusion fairly recently. She even tends to wear things that you would wear. Yellow for instance, I see her in yellow often.


PART TWO: Crepe

On Saturday the boy and I had the classic dinner and a movie night. We went to see W., the Oliver Stone bio-pic of our current sitting president. It was a good film; by no means a great film. It was the dinner prior to the movie that was great.
We had stuffed crepes, and they were delicious. Mine was filled with pretentiousness. I figured that if I was going to have a crepe for dinner that I might as well have it live up to being as pompous as possible.
A crepe filled with brie, arugula, caramelized onions and portabella mushrooms... Ridiculous, but scrumptious.

STICKERS!!!

Yesterday, my lovely boy brought me to Worcester to see my very first arena concert, NIN. It was a blast! Now I have to say that I am not the "type" that would ordinarily listen to NIN, but since meeting my boy I have acquired a taste for Mr. Trent Reznor.

The show was amazing, we had great seats; and yes I said seats. I was practically held captive by the shows lighting. There were three LCD screens that were about as big as the stage, that were curved. They were also interactive, which was AWESOME! If one of the members of the band got too close the lights on the screen would go out and you could see right through it... so. freakin'. awesome.

The show went on for quite sometime, which is fine because it was so cool to watch. One little qualm that I had was the fact that we had seats, and yet stood for easily 98% of the show. I would sit when my feet got tired but then about 45 seconds later would have to stand up because something totally amazing would be happening on the LC D's and I wouldn't want to miss it. So really it is my own fault about that qualm...

One of the best parts of the show came when we were walking back to the car...

Picture this:
Trent is in the spotlight and waves thank you to the crown. The lights come up and a sea of black shirted, brunette, white people swarm the exits of the arena. Out in the hallways the sea slowly forms into a river and it is flowing (albeit very slowly) to the exit doors, gently pooling around the merchandise table and the bathrooms. Once outside dozens of newly lit cigarettes can be seen in the night air, and my boy and I are making our way to the parking garage. The ramp of this garage is downward sloping, slightly curved, and if I were to guess about 80 to 100 yards long. The side walk of said ramp is quite small, it fits one person's width rather snugly. Boy in front myself following, we start the walk down. Acutely aware of the group of teenage girls behind us verbalizing their distaste with our chosen speed. They make the decision to walk in the road to get ahead of us. We do not slow our pace but continue at our rate. Nearly ahead of us, one of these girls reaches down and picks up a small bundle of what looks like index cards. This is where she shrieked; she shrieked as if she had just cut her finger and it was falling off her bone; she shrieked as if an unseen hand stabbed her in the kidney; she shrieked as if she finally came to the realization that her brand of unique was merely a run of the mill normal phase that she will outgrow in anywhere between 6 months and 2 years. She shrieked the word "STICKERS!". What she had found was a discarded stack of stickers from a local radio station, advertising the show that (collectively) we had just seen. Upon her shrill cry, her friends quickly followed suit in the same manner. Stifling chuckles, the boy and I continued on, trying to give off an 'unphased' vibe. She suddenly turns to the boy and without changing volume or octave wails "DO YOU WANT SOME STICKERS?!" my boy calmly replied that he was "just fine, thanks" and we watched her and her friends quickly speed to the entrance of the garage, but not before one of them (the calmer of the four) turned to us and stated that it was a good thing that she was driving tonight.

I never knew that useless stickers could give so much joy to the world...

So who would like a sticker? I know where you can get some really cheap...

It is fun to watch history being made

Like most of America I was glued to my TV last night watching the election. This is the first time in a long time that I have actually been interested in politics. The second that I got home from work I turned on the TV and just sat; when they announced that Obama had won Pennsylvania I knew that he had it. I stayed up long enough to watch his speech and then I had to go to bed, reluctantly. The commute to work this morning was fascinating; as one of our tenants put it "there is a palpable electricity in the air". It is just real damn exciting that's all.
So with that being said I present to you this little gem that I found on Giovanna Diaries.

You Should Be Allowed to Vote

You got 12/15 questions correct. Generally speaking, you're very well informed. If you vote this election, you'll know exactly who (and what) you'll be voting for. You're likely to have strong opinions, and you have the facts to back them up.

Should'>http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyoubeallowedtovotequiz/">Should You Be Allowed to Vote?

What I need is a good slap in the face.

I have been fall down tired all day. I have no idea why either. I woke up at my normal time, have had TWO cups of coffee ( I normally have one and am good for the day), it was a nice day out; so it wasn't rainy or anything, it has even been chilly today. I can not think of any reason why I should be this tired.

If I am like this now, what am I going to be like next week after daylight savings? I was fine in the morning, it has only been since I am sitting at my desk doing work. I have even had a handyman making a set of stairs outside hammering all day and I still feel like I am about to go coma any second.

I think that someone should put a motion in front of congress to institute a national nap time. Things would be so much better if everyone took a nap in the middle of this work day. Seriously, think about it and then get back to me. We can make this happen, that is the beauty of America, nothing is that crazy here.

I think that I need a new computer at work----re-edited

I am actually quite sure of this fact. The one that I have at present is running Windows 2000. Let me repeat that just in case you didn't catch it. My work computer is running on WINDOWS 2000! I have no idea how I get any work finished with this thing. Awhile back my boy came into my work on a Sunday to help me get it to run faster and he discovered that it has a 6g hard drive. He was rather astonished by this and quickly informed me that they don't even sell hard drives that small anymore.

Now there is a reason why I am complaining about this now as opposed to when I first started working here, and that is that I tried up upload pictures from a camera and the damn computer couldn't even find a "driver" for the software. It is all rather frustrating. Now I have to go home and beg my poor boyfriend to help me upload pictures to his computer because my personal computer is also a bit of a relic and most likely won't be able to upload photos either... Well that is all today, just a bit of complaining.




To those whom read this post yesterday, I noticed a few little typos that were begging to be fixed, so I fixed them.

Facts about P. T.

On Friday I hung out with one of my best friends. One of the greatest things about this particular friend is that we can do the most mundane, boring things, and it will turn out to be some of the funniest times that you can imagine. This friend of mine lives in a big old house that has been turned into two apartments, and her apartment has rights to the attic and the basement. One of the first things that Jazlyn* did upon moving to this new apartment was go exploring, and in the back corner of the basement she found a pile of things that belonged to a resident of the house that clearly no longer inhabited it. Pile is not a fair description of the amount of things she found from this one particular former resident, I think that hoard might be a better classification.

Jazlyn has become obsessed with this person.

So on Friday night, after enjoying a lovely dinner of sushi, we then went into her basement so that I could "meet" P. T. And I must admit P. T. is quite the entertainer.
Disclaimer: We were completely sober for this evening.

Here are a few things that we learned about Ms. P. T. on Friday night:

• P. T. grew up in Tennessee
• P. T. was an average student, though she did win an award in math in middle school
• P. T. once owned or co-owned a boat in Florida
• P. T. was voted most likely to teach Home-EC in her senior yearbook
• P. T. did art therapy
• P. T. wrote bad poetry in her early teens
• P. T. had a HUGE crush on a guy named Alan, whom we suspect played high school football
• P. T., though passionate about it, was not very good at needlepoint
• P. T. got caught up in a pyramid scheme to sell candles that were very similar to Yankee Candles
• If it were still the 80's P. T. would be very much in style with the choice of clothing that she left behind
• P. T. was at one time was P. C., we think that she divorced Mr. C.; what we don't know is if the pyramid scheme was a deciding factor of the divorce or if it came after to fill the void of an empty house
• P. T. has/had relatives in New Mexico
• P. T. has a fairly decent taste in art, though her skills leave much to be desired
• P. T. graduated high school in 1981
• P. T. once owned or co-owned a time-share in Florida
• P. T. either really loved or really hated Christmas; she has/had a large amount of Christmas decorations the basement and we can not decide if she loved Christmas so much that she has/had all those decorations, OR, if she hated Christmas and that is why she has left the multitude of decorations behind
• P. T. has either two daughters or two nieces or both

As you can see there is a lot that we uncovered about Ms. P. T., the best part is that we only got through one trunk, and there are at least 6 of them down there. So we have a lot to look forward to. I will keep you updated.

*name changed to protect the innocent(**)

(**) or not so innocent

Trying this again....

Yesterday I wrote a post about how I had just lost my brand new hat. It was amusing, and charming, but all together pointless. I know this and acknowledged it in the post itself. It was riddled with little inside jokes between my man and I that would have been funny to any who had read it, of this I am sure.

What happened to said post?

After I had spellchecked it and previewed it i hit the 'Publish Post' button and the next screen that came up told me that Blogger.com was unavailable and to try again later. I thus hit the back button to find that the whole post, minus the title, was gone.

This made me sad.

But I was undeterred. I quickly got to writing a new post that was a mixture of the first and the experience of loosing that post. I then went through the whole rigmarole of spellchecking and previewing again, only to have the same thing happen.

I was entirely displeased. I am hoping that this will work today, because if not I don't know what I will do with this site.

Loosing ones head, or hat...

On Tuesdays I have Small Group. Small Group is like Bible Study, except that we do not study the bible. Makes sense right? Well it does if you think about it, but that's not what we are talking about.... we are talking about... The Gate! (that one is for you sweetie)



No no, I know, I am going a bit crazy today. I actually am going to tell a story, promise.



Okay. Tuesday. Tuesday equals Small Group for me. Small Group starts at 7:30, I get out of work at 5:30, and since it only takes about an hour for me to get to where I need to be it means that I have an hour or so to do what ever I want. And this week I went shopping. It was at H&M so nothing too crazy; a few cute hair pins, some unmentionables for the boy, and a hat for the winter. Now I am not a hat person, they just DO NOT look good on me. I have tried all kinds and the ones that look the 'best' considering my tiny forehead, are berets. Berets are way to pretentious, so, I don't wear hats. But this hat I found was really cute, looked really cute on, was one for my favorite colors, reminded me of one that my late grandmother had, and was only (olny*) $10.



Today was the first day I wore it. It was really cold when i left this morning and my hair was wet from the shower so I busted out my hat. I won't lie, I was excited about it; about my silly little hat. I was so excited about it that I decided to wear it out to lunch too. Lunch Buddy and I went to the Pru for lunch and I had to visit the ladies room so we decided to meet somewhere near Panda Express. I was very careful about my hat this whole time, keeping it with my coat and keeping a tight hold on my coat.



*cut to me in the Panda Express line*



I am in line, I don't know where Lunch Buddy is, and my turn is coming up. I spot Lunch Buddy getting Quedoba (Sp?) for her guy and she motions that she is going to be joining the PE line once she was finished there. I had time to turn around and then it was my turn to be yelled at by the angry Asians behind the counter and then cattle rushed down to the registers. LB motioned that I find a table and she would then join me. I find one. I put my coat and purse on the chair and then I realize that I don't have my hat.



Some time in the walk from the bathroom to me finding a table my new adorable hat vanished into thin air.



I checked everywhere it could be too. I even went back to the bathroom, where I know I had it. But no.



*POOF*



Gone.



It isn't a huge loss though. I'm just going to go back to H&M and buy another. But I couldn't believe it. First day I wore it and it disappears. Can you believe that I just wasted your time with that pointless story?! :)







* (olny is kind of an inside joke with my guy; there is a sign on our way to church that reads Emergency Stopping Olny it is a real state certified sign too, and we think that it is rather hilarious)

Bargain of a lifetime! Or at least a Sunday.

Sorry about not updating. Here I should put an excuse about my being VERY busy, but that would be a lie. So I am not going to do that. Instead I am going to bypass the fact that I have not updated and dive right in to my story.

On Sunday my man and I went to the Burlington Mall to check out a new restaurant that they have, called "Shrimp Market". Everything on the menu is shrimp, and since shrimp just might be one of the most delicious things on earth it had a lot to live up to. It met all expectations. This, however is not what this post will be about.

Like I stated, we were at the mall. Now in case you don't know, men and women behave differently in a mall. Men normally (and I am not trying to state stereotypical behavior or anything) gravitate to the electronic and video game type stores. Women normally gravitate to, everything else in the mall.

So on Sunday afternoon I found myself in Macy's, looking at clothes. I had come into Macy's looking for shoes, which were on the first floor. Women's clothing was on the third floor. I don't know why I was up there but looking at the sale rack I came across this adorable black dress. It was the only on on the rack and the price ($119) was not marked down so I figured that someone must have put it back in the wrong spot. I picked it up and went to put it in the right spot, but I couldn't find where it went. So I figured that I would go try it on and then put it on the rack in the dressing room. I kept looking at the sale rack, picked out a few more things to try on and then off to the fitting room I went. I left the dress for last, thinking that maybe it was on sale after all; it was no where to be found on the racks so maybe just maybe it was on sale. I try it on and it is adorable. " If it is $30 or so I am getting it. I know I know! I don't need it but it is so cute!' these were my thoughts as I left the dressing room. I go to the cashier and ask her if she could tell me the price. I explain that it was on the sale rack and I just wanted to make sure that the $119 was the correct price, so she scans it.

"$4.99"
" I'm sorry what ?"
"$4.99"
" $49.99?"
" No, $4.99 "
" Oh... *cough* Um...I'll take it."

I pay, and then hightail it out of the store because I know I just got a deal that was just way too good. That and I was 10 minutes late to meet my man in GameStop.

Cheating again...

So I just saw the time and realized that I had yet to even log on here. Obviously not enough time to put some funny little anecdote about today, though looking back I don't know if there was any. Regardless, I have a dozen or so poems, so I am going to cheat again and post another one.

You stand there,
never moving,
never changing,
forever staring at my back.
I know you.
You have wisdom,
locked within
Your freezing,
stone eyes.
And you have yet
to ever find
me worthy enough
to impart
your knowledge,
upon my willing ear.
Knowledge acquired from
long forgotten nights,
when the roaring fire
that you guard,
blazed as bright
as a memory.
And the clever men
with their stylish pipes,
boasted to one another
about things they
would never see
and you would come to know
all too well.

-The Sentries

And...... Breath!

Well, this is the first time all day that I have been actually able to sit and breath. I thought that yesterday was busy, today put yesterday to shame. The best part is; I can't really tell you what I have been doing, I just know that it has just started to settle down.

The main thing that made my day hectic was one of utter silliness:
Darrel* a newer person in my company, was having a meeting around lunch time. I knew of this meeting because since I am in charge of our parking lot he had to clear the parking with me. Now people in my company have meetings all the time at all hours of the day, I sometimes think that that is all they do. That being said; they do not normally have meetings that incorporate the actual eating of food. When they do, that is where I come in. Myself, being the Jack-of-all-trades (or Jill) am the one to procure all the delicious-ness for these every once in a while 'eating meetings'. Yesterday we had one such meeting. Now in normal situations (like yesterday) I have advanced notice, thus giving me time to get all that I need to impress whom ever my company is trying to impress.

Darrel was a part of yesterdays meeting, and like I mentioned, he is a newer person to the company.

So today, Darrel's meeting arrives, and I lead them into where they need to go. I then call down to Darrel to inform him that his meeting is here and waiting; he says "Great, thanks, be right up!". Which he is. (Here is where is gets fun kiddies) Darrel is in his meeting for, give or take, 10-15 minutes, when he comes out to my desk and tells me that they have a lunch order and was wondering if I could go get it. I look at my computer clock, 12:18. I look back at Darrel, slap a smile on my face, and say "sure". He then hands me the paper with the instructions and turns tail. Looking at the paper I realize that the name of president of the company is on the list. I then look at the pile of mail (literally a huge pile) on my desk and the bin of even more mail behind me, the movers that are walking in and out moving a tenant out of a space, I can hear the phone ringing like crazy, and then I think about how I am supposed to be keeping an eye on the CEO's computer because it is being worked on remotely. I then sigh, put on my coat and head out the door.
*time stamp is now 12:20*

*an aside*
Now for those of you who don't really know me, I need to tell you that I work in the Back Bay of Boston right near Newbury Street. I love working this close to everything, however, I try to not venture out around lunch time because I value my life. I normally take a late lunch or I go to the BPL, where it is nice and quiet and you can eat a sandwich in peace, or I go to lunch with my lunch buddy and then I don't really care a whole ton about what is going on because I am listening to another person. Bustling up and down Newbury street trying to get lunch for 5 people while dodging looks from people just trying to get lunch for themselves, not completely awesome.

*Time stamp is now 12:24*
I hustle my butt into the sandwich shop and look around in amazement at the fact that I am the only person at the counter. The girl who helped me yesterday is there and asks right off the bat (in rather broken English) how many sandwiches. As I give her the instructions people start to filter in. She asks me about the mustard on the sandwich "wit du chezz" and people are now flowing into the little shop, and she is the only one behind the counter. I finally get all the sandwiches and am just hoping that there is at least one that does not have mustard on it and go to the check out. $30 later (not kidding, actual price) I leave the shop after making sure I got the receipt, and head toward the pizza shop.

*Time stamp is now 12:38*
I am looking at the list and realize that there is only one drink request on it. Quickly call Kathy* and inquire if there are any other requests, she checks:
"No, they are all fine with water, can I get a Diet Coke though?. Hey they are leaving at 1:30, when do you think you will be back here?".

1:30! No one told me this!
"Sure. I am just getting the salad now, and then I have to get the soup, so not to long."

I get the salad, turn out of the shop and start to haul ass up the three blocks that I have to go to get the soup. Now I know that three blocks does not seem far, but when you are carrying sandwiches, a salad, soda, and trying not to kill them, it can be challenging. I get the the soup place and see that the line is out the door, and settle in. I finally get the soup ( and a bagel for myself) and head to CVS for milk.

*Time stamp is now 12:59*
Here is a fundamental question for all of you. Who here on God's green earth needs to return a nail file to CVS at 1 in the afternoon!? Because it was that person that I was stuck behind. Milk gotten.

They all get their lunch and I sigh a HUGE sigh of relief. Then turn to the mail, movers, phone, and the CEO's computer....

I am cheating today...

Hello out there in Internet land! Today has been rather hectic, with barely any downtime to update on here. So I am going to cheat. The following is a poem that I wrote a few months back; I like it, and most live people I have shown it to like it as well. So since I am short on time here it is:

The lampshades are tired.
Most of them have been up for years.
You can tell which are the most exhausted,
by the dents and burn marks,
that happen
when they doze
off into slumber
and lean against their uncompromising friends,
the light bulbs.
Moreover they themselves are tired.
Only emitting
a dull,
yellow,
glow,
that,
though it warms the place,
never really lets you see it.
The light bulbs are spiteful creatures.
They pretend to be in love
with the weary lampshades,
simply to make the lampshades feel better,
and so they will stop complaining of the heat
the light bulbs make.
“It is all for you!” they say to the lampshades.
When in reality
they resent
having to be filtered
through such worn-out things.

-Lampshades


Okay, that was it. Let me know what you think.

Nothing too intensive please, it is Friday after all...

I am sad to report that there are absolutely no pictures of Icelandic elves on Google. They had done such a good job with ghost pictures that I thought I would give it a try yesterday... But alas, it was to no avail.

There is good news however. If you haven't noticed, I have changed my blog format. I like it a lot better, don't you? A thank you goes out to my 1 follower, who pointed me in the direction a very useful website. There are more changes to come, eventually, I promise.

So today has been another amazing do-nothing day. I have not flopped about on the Internet though. Nope. Today I reveled in my geeky-ness by going to one of my favorite sites and staying there almost all day, fanfiction.net . I know, I know. Here I was trying to pull off that I am thoroughly modern, Starbucks-ing, 9-5, girl, with some fashion sense (I hope) and I pull that little skeleton from my closet! Well listen, I will be the first to tell you that the majority of stuff on there is absolute and total crap, but not all of it. There is probably a 15% rate of really good stuff on there. AND. You know all those books that you have read and once you have gotten to the last page, and read the last sentence, you are consumed by overwhelming sadness that it is all over, none-more to be had?! Please tell me I am not the only one that this happens to... Okay, good. Anyway, this is like a whole website of chose you own adventure/ alternate ending, with all of your favorite characters, and if you feel so inclined you can add to it yourself.
I have yet to do that.
It is my firm belief that the second I do that, then I will be a complete and utter nerd. As it is right now, and am a mostly normal person with nerdish tendencies. Yes I am the person that will gladly listen to " Wait, Wait! Don't tell me! " before Rhianna or Carry Underwood, and yes, I am also the person that will watch NOVA over Paris Hilton's new BFF. But that doesn't make me a geek outright. Please don't get me wrong, I am not claiming to be "hip" by any stretch. I couldn't be even if I wanted; I have never seen and entire episode of The Hills/Laguna Beach, and I think that you need to know all the characters of that show to be officially "IN" now. So I am disqualified. But i have no qualms about that.
All I am saying is that I enjoy reading during my immense amount of down time at work. Also try it out before you completely judge me. You might find something fun on there. But just use your common sense, like I said, only about 15% of it is actually good.

What do they say about idle minds?

Today has been useless. Yesterday there was a steady stream of something to do, today... I should list all the websites that I have been looking at! Actually, that is not a half bad idea...

• ask.com(homepage)
• blogger.com (obviously)
• boston.citysearch.com(I don't remember what I was looking at here)
• deandeluca.com(check it out, but a little warning first, you will want at least 98% of the site)
• ghostsandgravestones.com (Halloween is coming up, I thought going on one of those tours might be fun)
• ghoststoriesandpictures.com (I got a little into local ghost stories, and the pictures where fun)
• google.com (ever useful)
• graphics.boston.com (again, I have no Idea what I was looking at here, probably "ghost" pictures)
• hauntedamericantours.com (seriously, this has been my day)
• hauntedboston.com (this might be the last 'haunted' one)
• hotels.about.com (no comment on this one)
• i.pbase.com (more "ghost" pictures I think)
• knbc.com (maybe I should just start labeling them "GP" for ghost pictures)
• newenglandghosttours.com (okay, I lied, but I think that this is the last "haunted tour" site)
• paranormal.about.com ( I think that says everything about that site)
• theshadowlands.net (I think that I may need to visit that one again to see what it was)
• yelp.com (again, ever useful)

A serious waste of time.

I could be doing something that will benefit my brain instead of researching rot. However, that would be nowhere near as fun as looking at so called "ghost pictures" and clearly seeing how they where faked. Being a photography major definitely has its perks. Okay, I know that this is "short" in blogging terms, but I am going to go now.

I think I will go look up Icelandic elves on wiki....Bye!

The hidden agenda of the brain prior to 8:30 in the morning

My day starts somewhere between quarter of and quarter past six in the morning. The exact time depends on if I have taken a shower the night before or if I need to take one in the morning, and since it is getting colder and colder in the mornings I am tending to take my showers at night. Doing this prevents me from leaving the house with wet hair, something that is becoming less desirable the colder it gets. Anyway, after dragging myself out of my nice warm bed I fix myself a bowl of cereal and plop down to watch the weather for the day. I then get dressed, kiss my sleeping boyfriend goodbye and trot off to get the bus. The bus brings me to the T where I get to sit and read for about 35 minutes until I have to switch lines and get squished like a sardine until my stop shows up through the windows. Once I emerge into the light of day again, I then call the, before mentioned, sleeping boyfriend to make sure that he is either on his way or in the shower. Now this is where I can do one of two things:

1. go to Starbucks and get something warm and delicious
2. go straight to my work and make coffee there

And this depends on a number of factors:

• what the exact time is
• how much money I have in my wallet
• if there is some type of inclement weather afoot
• if there is something that I need to get finished at work
• how many people are in line
• if "mullet guy" is working the counter

If I choose number 1 I do not get to enjoy the warm delicious-ness for at least another 20 minutes or so, because after this decision is made the rest of my morning routine ensues. This encompasses getting to the building, opening our office, opening the copy room, making sure there is enough paper in the copier, backing up our security main frame (I think that is what it is called), turning off the alarm, turning on the lights in the main hall, posting the daily upstairs conference room schedule for all the tenants, making sure that the tenant copy room is open and that they have enough paper, opening the front gate and door, sorting out the newspapers, turn the phones system on, and finally checking and responding to any email I have received over the night. If I am on time this should be finished by 8:30, give or take a minute or two.

Today. Today I hit a few road bumps. They are amusing in hind sight, so I feel the need to share. It is a three act play...

Act One: Slow fade in from black, scene opens and we are on the T; Our heroine doses off briefly and nearly misses her line switch stop, upon the realization of this she makes up her mind that Starbucks will get her money when she next sees the light of day. Scene closes with a hurried dash up the stairs to make the the awaiting green line trolley; slow fadeout to black.

Act Two: Quick fade in from black, scene opens and we are hanging up the a cell phone and walking into a Starbucks; Our heroine is in line, trying to figure out what she would like that will shake her from her current groggy state. A barrista quickly approaches and demands a drink order. Our flustered heroine manages to spit out "hot...salty...caramel..." the barrista guffaws and then asks " What?" rather indignantly. "Oh, hahaha, yes. I mean a salted caramel hot chocolate, tall, no whip cream please... You guys must get that a lot huh? Hahaha, That is why I need a drink!" this is met by shocked stares from every barrista behind the counter, while our heroine stumbles over her words, trying in vain to correct her turn of phrase. She commits to just turning a brilliant shade of red and slinking to the end of the bar to await her warm, delicious-ness. Upon receiving it she quickly scuttles out of the coffee shop. Quick fadeout to black.

Act Three: Quick fade in from black, scene opens and we are in the upstairs hallway that links the tenant conference room to the upstairs copy room; Our heroine has just posted the daily schedule for the tenant conference room and is going to check on the paper situation in the copy room, when she abruptly realizes that there is someone already in the copy room. "OH! Hello Gavin*, how are you?" Gavin turns, smiles, and responds "As you would say, 'I am well, thank you.' " "I just like to use proper grammar." Our heroine snaps, accidentally, and realizing as such she quickly tries to back pedal, in hopes that Gavin did not notice the curtness of her phrasing. She throws him a smile and makes a quip about the public domain of the lobby. She believes that Gavin has not noticed, as he responds "Well it is good to know that I am not plagiarizing you. Every time I hear you say 'I am well, thank you' I always think how much better it sounds the 'Oh, you know, pretty good'... How are you this morning? " The question catches our heroine off guard, as she was trying to fathom the early morning compliment on her grammar, and she blurts out "Oh, you know, pretty good." Gavin looks at her strangely and chuckles, she realizes what she had just said, plays it off like she had meant to say it and quickly begs her leave, saying that she needs to open the front gate. When downstairs she opens the front gate and door then collapses at her desk, taking in a large sip of her warm delicious-ness, praying that it will help lessen the flubs that she has been making all morning. Slow fade to black.

* Names have been changed to protect the assumed innocent.

Dog Nannies

I am leaving work yesterday; musing to myself the fact that I had started a Blog. While I am on the Comm. Ave. corner I notice a middle aged couple taking their Newfoundlands for a walk up the mall. The cars go by and I start to cross while I thinking "Why on earth have I started a blog, what is there that I could possibly have to blog about?" The thought barely had time to make it all the way across my mind, when I hear from behind me:

"OMG! (seriously, the letters, not the actual words they stand for) I LOVE NEWFIES! We will need to have one in our apartment! "
"Yeah! And a dog nanny to take care of it all the time, our place needs to be HUGE! I am sooo excited!"

It took well over half my strength to not turn around and gape at who ever had had this little transaction. Instead of turning, I simply slowed down and let them pass by. Three girls that were clearly in their late teens and freshman in college passed, and I knew instantly that they were the culprits. One was wearing Ugg boots, a fashion statement that should be struck from the record (I don't care if Uggs are the most comfortable things that you have ever put on your feet, if that is the case then please let me enlighten you to the concept of slippers, because Uggs should NEVER leave the house, they are hideous and no one should ever have to look at them unwillingly) ; another was wearing a sweater/cardigan/hoodie thing which had a ridiculous amount of fur on it; and other had a LARGE Louis Vitton tote (and it was real Louis Vitton, I can spot a fake a mile away). All three were doing the 'skin tight jeans' thing, along with the 'way too much eye makeup for 5 in the afternoon' thing. Now I am not one to weep for the children of tomorrow, but if these are the children of tomorrow I will be weeping for tomorrow in general.

I mean come on! I don't want to judge here but are you serious?! I wish I had stopped them to ask them a few questions. For example:

1. In this economic environment what kind of jobs are you going to get to pay for this apartment? or
2. Which one of your fathers are going to pay for this "huge" apartment?
3. Where in Boston are you going to find this "huge" apartment?
4. Why would you get a very large dog, only to have it looked after a "dog nanny"?
5. Are your daddies going to split the cost of the "dog nanny" too?

Okay, I will admit that the last one may be a tinsy bit cynical in some views. But I ask all you in Internet land; what is going to become of independent, free thinking youth, if they all depend on daddy to pay the bills? I am quite proud of the fact that I made it where I am on my own. I am not proud of the amount of debt that I racked up getting to where I am, but at least it is my debt. Will these girls be able to state the same in a decade? Or will they still be leaning on Daddy to fund their lives?

The first day of Heater...

Hello to whom ever has stumbled upon me.
That is all the Welcome that I can offer you.

Having grown up in Massachusetts I can say with utmost confidence that Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. This is for a variety of reasons; I love to wear sweaters, hot apple cider that has been just pressed is just about the greatest drink in the world, and if you add a little spiced rum to it... forget it, two of my favorite holidays are in the Fall, the air is easier to breath, nothing beats some hot chocolate, a warm blanket and a good book, the trees are different everyday. I could go on for a very long time here, but I fear that at some point while I am waxing poetic about early morning frost you may become very bored.

There is, however, one thing that I don't like about Autumn, and that is the crazy adjustment period that New England goes through. I mean talk about one step forward and two steps back! Today was the first day that I had to pull out my little space heater and place it under my desk, to make sure that my feet did not turn blue and fall off (the boy would be very upset if that were to happen). Now I know that I will to get used to this, I do every year, it is the fact that Thursday will be close to 70 that makes me scratch my head a little.

Like I said, I grew up in the Northeast. I am used to the crazy weather. I know that old saying: "If you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes, it'll change". I am just taking note of the fact that every year this adjustment period is getting more and more erratic. Pretty soon I will have to pack my gloves, flip flops, scarf and a tank top, just for my commute to work. I can only imagine the looks I would get on the T.