It seemed like such nice day at first! We walked down towards miles 21-23, cheered people on, and had a nice lunch. I was inspired by the crowds cheering people they didn’t even know. I was in awe of the fact these people running past me will cover 26.2 miles, the thought alone baffled me! I enjoy running, but I don’t love it enough to do a full marathon.
We decided to call it a day around 2PM and walked back to our apartment. Shortly after, we heard news of bombs going off at the finish line. The images were gory and seemed so unreal! Thankfully, a friend running in the marathon was fine, along with her parents that were near the finish. It’s very scary and sobering when something like this happens. I’m grateful Andy didn’t happen to be in office, otherwise who knows?! Thankfully we were situated few miles out from the finish line, others were not as fortunate. The windows of his building were blasted out, and there was supposed to be another bomb explosion right outside an entrance.
I’m nervous about the Red Sox game I’m attending this week. It’s in a suite with a private bathroom, free beer, and turkey dinner. I’m not sure I can enjoy myself after what has happened, I hope nothing like these bombings happen again. But we can’t let fear rule our lives, we will move on!
I’m glad the rest of the devices they found didn’t go off. Situations like this, really show how united people can become! Lots of people stepped in to do what they could, and some runners even went to donate blood immediately after. It was great to see tweets and photos of people rallying. I’m thankful for all the friends and family made sure I was okay, that really means a lot!
I don’t know what kind of a sick fuck would do this, but this image shows whoever did it hasn’t won! Today is also the 6th year anniversary of the Virginia Tech shootings. My heart goes out to all affected.
I guess you should be careful what you wish for, or complain about. I noticed our heat stopped working a few days ago. I tried to play around with the thermostat and boiler switch but nothing worked. I had to call my Landlord (dad) to see if he could fix the problem, I told him not to rush as it’s supposed to be 70 out anyway. He stopped by while I was at work, when I opened my front door a gust of hot air slapped me in the face. He turned the thermostat to 50, but the heat didn’t shut off! I fiddled with it for 5 minutes and couldn’t get to turn off. I had to shut the emergency switch on my boiler.
My poor pup must have been hot in my 90 degree apartment all afternoon! He seemed okay though when I got in, my poor baby! The plumber came by about an hour after I called and he didn’t have the part on him to fix it that night, but at this point I was content with not having heat until next October! I really hope when I get home tonight, my apartment can be a normal temperature. As much as I wanted the warmer temps, I’ll pass on a boiling apartment!
I have Marathon Monday off, so I’m hoping the weather will be warm (BUT NOT TOO WARM!) so we can enjoy our walk down and beers along the marathon route. I hope I see a lot of runners with crazy hats because that was what I enjoyed most watching the marathon as a kid.
I had to get a filling re-filled at the dentist the other day. I’ve been rescheduling this appointment for over 6 weeks now and decided to finally show up. The main reason I had been avoiding it is I hate driving there! The office is far from where I live now, but was convenient when I was at home. Plus, it’s a pain to get into work earlier so I can leave earlier to make it to my appointment.
After illegally parallel parking my car in a “permit only….until 5pm” spot, I went in. I was greeted by an overly-perky hygienist assistant. o_O Okay, I thought maybe she would lead me to my seat-contraption and leave me stare at the popcorn ceiling.Oh no, dear diary that would be too easy for someone that had been up since 5am! She asked me a shit-ton of questions about work where I lived…etc. Of course she wasn’t from the area and had never heard of any of the cities I spoke of. She then proceeded to ask where these places are, and I’m just like can you look at a map and let me continue to stare at this interesting ceiling?! I pretended the Novocaine was impairing my speech and an awkward silence ensued. Thankfully, some gracious person pulled her from my section to badger some other patient with a little game of “10, 000 questions you should ask a cranky stranger”.
My dentist came in to start the procedure since my face was nice and numb. Chatty-Cathy was the official water-squirter and dryer-lady of my appointment slot, of course! It was through the incessant questions to the doctor, that I found she was only a temp. PRAISE JEBUS! I thought I was going to have to find a new dentist there for a minute. During the 25 minutes of getting my filling redone, I found out many interesting things about C-C which I will put into bullet points.
- She drives her kids to NYC on the weekends to audition for commercials and/or movies.
- She had never heard of Les Misérables, other than she thinks her daughter auditioned for the part of Cosette…or the “little blonde girl” as she put it.
- Until I told her, never knew Les Misérables is actually a book written in the 1800s’.
- She had also never heard of the show “Modern Family”.
- She doesn’t have cable.
- She is new to the area.
- She has never heard of any of the local towns and or cities surrounding my dentist.
- Her daughter auditioned for a GAP ad, but she was too pretty for it.
At long last, the torture was over and I could go back home with a numb face and brain to match. She was a very nice woman, but I don’t like being tossed billions of questions during a dental procedure. Lucky for her, my dentist is a very patient guy and answered all her questions, I was relieved to get the Eff outta there. I was also glad that I didn’t get a ticket for parking in a permit zone. There must be a lesson in there somewhere, and it’s probably to find a new dentist or let my teeth rot.
If there is one thing you should know about me, it’s that sleep is my sanctuary. I might be pretty mellow, but F with my sleep cycle and YOU WILL PAY! My upstairs neighbors seem to forget that Andy and I work for a living. Crazy, right?! I had a feeling that getting sleep would be a big, giant #LOL4EVA when I heard the clack of unnecessary heels above my head. I never understood why these betches that visit my upstairs neighbors, feel the need to wear heels. Who are you impressing here!? Here is a tip ladies, guys couldn’t give a flying fig what’s on your feet! How do you not understand this concept? Being a shoe-fanatic I get you want to wear cute shoes. But, when you enter someones house, YOU TAKE THAT SHIT OFF AT THE DOOR! Also, who the fuck goes to parties on a Monday night with heels on IN WINTER? I can smell your desperation from one floor down ladies, it’s not flattering.
I had finally had enough after feigning sleep for four hours. Your disturbing hyena laugh and elephant stomp was the final straw. I leapt out of bed like that song by that Meatloaf feller, Bat Out of Hell. I also may have yelled, “I’m gonna hobo-shank these bitches”! Oh yes, I also grabbed my Swiffer and slammed it against the ceiling. Yes, dear diary, I went there. Never in my life did I want to become a ceiling-slammer! I was about to blindly lunge at my shoes in the dark to scream at them in person, but Andy calmly took the Swiffer away and lead me back to bed. If I had done this, I would have paused to put curlers on for full-effect. He ended up speaking to them about it, I hope a party-goer didn’t take a shit in the backyard again. *sigh*
Pardon the cheesy blog post title from a movie I haven’t seen since
1994 1997, and don’t remember anything about. I’m sure many of you have heard about this crazy ass snow storm that clobbered the living fuck out of the east coast last weekend? If not, good for you. Like all storms, I generally take what the meteorologists say with a grain Krusty O’s.
But I’m a huge chicken when it comes to snow storms, so I worked from home on Friday. Good thing I did because much to my surprise, it actually did start snowing. I didn’t think it was going to be all that bad though, but I kept up with shoveling the back area because it’s surrounded by a fence and concrete wall. I woke up Saturday morning to let Zorro out. This happened:
I had no idea how to react other than shouting “what in ACTUAL fuck?” aloud to myself. I then proceeded to be the world’s crappiest girlfriend, and woke Andy with my panic about how to get the dog out and if he thinks we have enough dish soap to last us the weekend. Yup.
He shoveled out the front door and made a path to through the back so we wouldn’t lose Zorro in a 4′ snow bank. I don’t know why I was so worried he would drown, he is half Siberian Husky after all. He cut through the snow banks like a freakin’ dolphin escaping tuna fishermen. I fell in a snow bank and he “saved” me by licking my face. Worst snow fake-rescue dog ever!
Normally our area is pretty well plowed. Apparently they forgot all about us, since it actually ya know, snowed a lot. Weird, I know! Also, my neighbors are morons who threw snow onto the street. I submitted a claim to have our street plowed, once Saturday afternoon rolled around and I ran out of things to do that involved not leaving the couch. They didn’t actually plow until Sunday. I was so mad! I’m so grateful to have snow pants because we got stir-crazy Saturday night and walked down the area where the bars are.
I actually had to work from home on Monday again because they did the worst plow-job ever on my street. We also had a giant-ass snow bank blocking our driveway that we needed to kill. I decided to be “that guy” and submit another claim to have our street plowed. I figured it couldn’t hurt, they actually did come back and do another pass…on TUESDAY after I got home from work. Oh, Boston!
During my weekend of pretend agoraphobia, I did get some stuff done. After being with the same car insurance company since I was 16, I decided to switch. I also became addicted to the Simpsons version of The Sims called, Tapped Out. I know you’re all jealous of my Krusty Burger and Jebediah Springfield statue! I also did not win a TV over the weekend from my nephews school raffle. What the heck man?! I needed to win it for Andy so it could be his Christmas gift for the next 7 years. Oh well…
I’m not into Valentine’s Day. Andy and I will usually go have a nice dinner someplace and call it a night. We also don’t have Valentine’s Day dinner on the actual day any more, who wants to pay more for the same exact dinner?! This year will be no different, we will probably have dinner Sunday night, since we have Monday off. Hopefully his cold will be better by then! Whenever he gets sick, I take Echinacea like a fiend. Gosh, I’m so romantic!
I offered to pay for dinner, since my department won an achievement award and we each got a small bonus. I missed the award ceremony because I was forced into a four-day quarantine thanks to a blizzard. Don’t worry, I have a separate post reserved in hell for winter storm 2013. Andy refused the offer, and told me to use the bonus towards my turquoise love seat. At least Andy is romantic, I’m just a robot with a shoe obsession.
I just noticed that I haven’t posted in over a month. Ooopsie! I had no idea I neglected my slice of the interwebz for that long. Sorry one reader! The trouble with being gone for so long, I’ve forgotten all the things I’ve done in past 42 days. Praise the Jebus for Google Calendar, I try to be “adulty” and update that with my activities.
Since I last posted, I pre-registered for #BiSC this year and glad I did. It’s the last year and I’m a little sad to see it go. This will be my third year and hope it will be the best ever! I can’t wait to hear what new things Nicole has planned to replace the magical #BiSC. I’m also excited that Kelly is going to be my roomie this year! She is an ace at remembering to take pictures, I’m hoping it will remind me that I have a camera(s) and should USE IT (them)! I vary between over-doing it with picture-taking, or not taking enough. Frankly, I’d rather over-do it. This is the last year of #BiSC after all, TAKE ALL THE PICTURES!
I’m generally not one to do New Years resolutions, but I am trying to be more consistent with working out and travel more this year. Speaking of, after attending my BFF’s Lia Sophia party, I’ve decided to try out being an adviser. I’m hosting my first party in a few weeks and can’t wait to try it out. It will be nice to have extra money for Vegas and Nashville. I also made a meager attempt at thinning out my handbag collection by selling a few on EBay. Anything I can do to plunk some change in my travel fund is okay in my eyes! Incidentally is anyone looking for a lightly-used kidney?
I feel a little bad for Andy, he thinks I don’t want to travel with him! I’m going to Vegas and Nashville/Memphis without him this year. The Nashville/Memphis trip was a random idea my BFF and I thought up while discussing Paul Simon lyrics. Don’t ask, we are strange people! Instead of our Cape Cod trip in August, we are subbing it with Graceland and Nashville. Initially we were going to road trip, but after adding up costs and travel time, we thought it more practical to fly. I’m such a dork that I made an elaborate Excel spreadsheet breaking down costs. Now we’ll have to download some Elvis for the 3 hour drive from Nashville to Memphis. I also need some gold aviators and stick-on mutton chops. If I sell enough Lia Sophia this year, I could earn a spot to Hawaii in 2014. Maybe that will get Andy to forgive me?
I’m almost sorry to say I’ve decided to have an obsession with Ugg’s. #SorryImNotSorry! I had a pair a few years ago that I ended up selling on EBay (noticing a trend here?). In retrospect, I should have selected a pair with a shorter boot shaft and went one size down. I didn’t realize the brand runs a little big, I felt like I was stomping around like an elephant. I do recall almost knocking over Andy’s floor lamp with my Ugg hooves, which was when I decided to chuck them. I’m much more satisfied with this pair and may have ordered another (oops!). Let’s not mention the few more saved in my wishlist, eep! It’s cool though, I’ll be selling jewelry to satisfy my shoe-buying problem and wanderlust. *gulp*
This is turning out to be a long post, I think I’m going to put the rest of it into another. It’s mostly complaints about being old, I’m sure you are really excited to read it.